your clothes To let me know: I'm not the only one in the picture; I'm not the only one in your picture. [musical break] Don't you make a sound. She
Remove your clothes To let me know: I'm not the only one in the picture; I'm not the only one in your picture. [musical break] Don't you make a sound
thoughts No comprehension Just a pure and simply goodbye Goodbye! And as the sun heads down a the city turns pitch black All that’s left is the sound
The silence says it all So take upon the greatest task of all time; to stay alive It was the first time I watched the city fall asleep The lights will fade to the sound
that's exactly how we made it rock (made it rock) We turn this on and then we make it hot (make it hot) We also known to cause a state of shock (state
, get a speed bump comin through A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu [Redman] Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga Turnin Christian
m gon shame a motherfucker with a piece of mine Cause he tryin to take a piece of mine So I’m gon slice his ass a piece at a time But now that they
f/ Big Azz Ko, Mark Curry, Loon [P. Diddy] 1, 2, 1, 2 yeh y'all can hear me make the drumming sound yeh lets ride yeh yeh be clear we here lights out
A fresh young rapper named beezy Soulja Boy tell em make this ish look eazy Eazy, I do this for a living man beleive me Soulja Boy tell em make this
.O.P That was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a maze And my legacy will never be that of a hater Lyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas say
mixtape that shit sounded like a album Who'da thought a country wide tour'd be the outcome Labels want my name beside the X like Malcolm Everybody got a
1, 2, 1, 2 Yeah, y'all can hear me Make the drumming sound, yeah Let's ride, yeah, yeah Be clear, we here lights out Eat here, sleep here, my house Rhyme
I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place
them niggas that ride for this shit You see me in a tunnel with my niggas on hit Fly to New York City, crack a Brooklyn bitch Light skinned nigga in
-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little
my eyes and drift away Tell me, tell me, tell me bedtime stories Tell me in a very special way Watching the night lights through the window Sounds of the city
a big city, they just dropped me off It's so much colder than I thought it would be So I tuck myself in and turn my night light on Wish I'd never grown