mother told me don't you run away, Because it takes a man to keep them hungry, But I'm so damn cold, And if this blood don't turn to gold I think I'm
the snake Do the knowledge to a nigga named Frigga Bad rude boy from the land of Jamaica With visions to venture, to the US To receive the gold that
to hide in not so many hours Such was his fame the mention of his name led those who heard to cower His mother gave him fifteen quid to take the boy
they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers With the same problem, the only way to solve them Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold
Cause you know, I can either spread love or shed blood And bloodshed turns to mudred and real sticky Or I can hit you from roof, make it a quicky For real I bear
Strikin' through your neighborhood, disturbin' peace Boogie green Cutlass with the gold feets Same colored tint with the bucket seats, bitch All my wife I was raised around killers Boy
There once was a boy named Gimmesome Roy. He was nothing like me or you. 'Cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do. As a kid, he sat
(feat. Wardogs & Soul Boy) ... Mic checka not deka but it's da black us ... word of mia madre Ja Jousha e Allah ... refugees ... Cuba, Haiti and Somalia
LIKE A JUNGLE - If you see me in a fight in the forest with a bear don't help me nigga help the bear.. don't help me nigga help the bear! IT'S LIKE
can either spread love or shed blood And bloodshed turns the mud red and real sticky Or I can hit you from roof, make it a quicky For real [Chorus] [DMX] I bear
We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don.. [D-Don] It's bone-afficial my nizzle D-Don got issues, and a type team that dismiss you Oh boy! I gets
kids they haven't seen in years, impressin' their peers With the same problem, the only way to solve them Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold
: (feat. Wardogs & Soul Boy) ... Mic checka not deka but it's da black us ... word of mia madre Ja Jousha e Allah ... refugees ... Cuba, Haiti and Somalia
they haven't seen in years, impressin' their peers With the same problem, the only way to solve them Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold
I can either spread love or shed blood And bloodshed turns the mud red and real sticky Or I can hit you from roof, make it a quicky For real [Chorus] [DMX] I bear
S LIKE A JUNGLE - If you see me in a fight in the forest with a bear don't help me nigga help the bear.. don't help me nigga help the bear! IT'S LIKE
Killa] Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga Bad rude boy from the land of Jamaica With visions to venture, to the U.S. To receive the gold that he
