pay the price At last Voices coming your way A cold sweat runs down your spine You know there?s no tomorrow They?re coming to say goodnight At last
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ll pay the price At last Voices coming your way A cold sweat runs down your spine You know there?s no tomorrow They?re coming to say goodnight At last
song It's the last song you'll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing Show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you cryin
tell us something, Maybe this is god just sayin' we're responsible For this monster, this coward, That we have empowered This is Bin Laden, look at his
's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at
feel it welling up inside and Robert Smith lied Boys do cry and with blood tears in my eyes I'm an Anne Rice novel come to life I can't hide the monster
We hit the studio, recorded Cypress Hill IV But someone dropped the ball, as I still recall 'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all We did the last
Da Kurlzz. we were chillin at home and deckin the halls. so I checked my phone and Santa had called. he said he'd swing by at a quarter to twelve.
At these up late times, hardcore funkateers before the bop gun. We unleash you a positive light. the bop gun can do you no harm. It frees yo mind, so
for us to explore our prospects And sidestep cops on the way to the top - yes! As kids we would daydream, sittin on our steps Pointin at cars like
a pilgrim Cash Money million, hier to the throne Going at the head like hair in a comb Sittin by the window, I just stare at the storm Knowin' I'm a get
's, how to dot I's Little did he know he created a Monster! PITBULL Nigga, I'm that Monster! DB, them Chico's is Monsters! Lil'Jon, that Nigga is a Monster
Talk like you've got nothing to lose Don't dance with nobody else And he's drunk at the wheel again Ooh, must've be somewhere with a monster smile It'
motherfuckin' monster do He a dresser from Milan that's the monster do Monster Giuseppie heel, that's the monster shoe Young Money is the Rasta and a monster
his last sight Was a flash of light, you said lightning could strike From the same place twice, I have your head on my death 1500, tonights your last
'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggaz share gifts, e'ryday like Christmas Slay bitches, and party everyday like this is the last