. Truth and honor, the ties that bind our way of life. Justified. Stand tall, be proud of who you are. It's not about unity, it's about integrity. No others
rely. Truth and honor, the ties that bind our way of life. Justified. Stand tall, be proud of who you are. It's not about unity, it's about integrity. No others
souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin' in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby, Waving just
your ass kicked Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, And Moby, you can get stomped by Obie, You 36 year old bald headed fag blow me You don't
[Tupac] The money behind the dreams My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherfuckin war we got My other Capo in this big ass, conglomerate called
I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts Sipping Henney Drunk nights And hot days Cocking my heat shooting it sideways A wife on the run Full of
of me Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set Ghost backin me Bust a shot, motored Four male in paper work Lord We get together once more before we blow
at, son? Where the fuck my Leaders niggas is at, man? Fuck man, I'm ready to grab my niggas Them niggas need to go to blow or sometin Keep it movin',
Yeah, yea This shit sound like.. one two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out Niggaz in they trucks creepin With a fresh box of ecstasy pills
my bullshit Where did our honor go? I think I know We've all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties Where did my money go? I spent it on blow
Boy is there something you need me to do If you want it, (I got it) Say the word I (I will try it) I know whatever I’m not full fillin’ no other woman
Know the own worth, know, where it to go! Each days off each other as native Look brightly, not as the others a lustre Maximum, people uneasy exclusively
50 Cent - Talking] Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean? Fucking head blown
'm in Mason (Ah!) Martin Margiela On the tape we're screamin' Fuck the other side, they jealous We got a bankhead full of broads(?) They got a table full
Yeah, you still in the carter 2 people Hey yeah [Lil Wayne] All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise A fist full of dollars, a list full of
gat I be dipped in black Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match Like: where them cats who trippin' at? - Point niggas out 'cause right now I'm full
like replays, Hold the line I got yo momma on 3-way, Tell her Luda's got more records than a DJ, Tell her she should blow me like candles on yo B-Day,
