creeps, give me the creeps Either you or I or both must go Either you or I or both must go When I'm on her mind, I'm never comin' back Two timin' is
or I or both must go Either you or I or both must go I'm on her mind and I'm never coming back If two timing is what it takes then we both know one take
Перевод: Я каждый раз Die. Kill The Music.
you or I or both must go Either you or I or both must go I'm on her mind and I'm never coming back If two timing is what it takes then we both know one
2: Hussein Fatal] When it's on, I'm poppin' off every chance I get, Out the window on some uptown anthem shit, I'm stressin', but ain't no pressure
caution and beware Of high bolts and killer hertz, lyrics will kill, they hurt Blast those, my energy's converted to a rhyme I maximize in no time
niggaz over quick like frying pan spatulas Why do you be wastin your time, bein mad at us? Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous
yall. It aint fair sometimes you seein heaven signs, I aint Pharaohcon But I got knowledge and I’m sharing mines. I swear its time to be aware that they
I hear a lotta clones Kill a microphone like I'm Killa Kyleon Bout to change my rap name, (to what?) Killa Clinaclone I promised that the mic gon' need
' niggas smokin' weed Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan So we put out The Phuncky Feel, and Kill A Man (KILL A MAN!) That was about the time
missile Provoking people to bring it, I keep the weapons stable I'll blow a fucking hole through like a western bagel Yeah, I talk tough and I rap ignorant
days on end and I won't budge I'm on some eddie murphy raw "baby it wasn't me" shiz Wrong place, wrong time, I was there but I didn't see sh*t And you
like who that girl, who that girl… (I mean city to city, country to country) [Akon (Romeo)]: Gets low, eh-ay, Convict music (I been looking for that Cinderella. Think I
every time that they want to count you out Use your voice every single time you open up your mouth Sing it for the boys Sing it for the girls Every time
up not be this much at his hopes And then just another number on a generation kill Dance, dance, too much time to kill And if I see her, I'll tell her
, somethin I was ready to attack her, unh Giving the sex look like Dracula A little bit of soft music playin And Don Perrier, it was on, know what I'm sayin Every
the music and the visuals It's do or die, I need a +Priest+, call +Superfly+ Whatever we discuss when we meet's between you and I I'm truly high, red-
music keeps you movin', what are you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (Music's gettin louder) Hug me baby, I