Desperate desire all in tune By the doors of a legend to Lonely time eaten towers Resemble nothing that is ours Where all the flowers are Here to greet
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Bangin' cold flavor Thas some cold Rocky Road Mah friends lay low on da Next episode We havin' some of trouble When we bubble Girl, let da game flow
We met down in the valley, where the wine of love and destruction flows There in that curve of darkness where flowers of temptation grow I left the
it 'til you start suckin it down I hope you know that we ain't FUCKIN around Niggaz you betta BELIEVE when you see me the shit be double trouble I overLOAD
trip out I make you niggaz jump up bitches they want to love us Open in all over my clit straight watching the niggaz cum up Other bitches are trouble
money and enjoy a little fame [Verse 1] I was told it's a crazy world, well I was born crazy too 1982, they said I was a baby who Always started trouble
' up, take the pin off the grenade. You're frivolous, I'm Nicolas, rather me in the cage. Never, these rappers gonna stay in trouble. Get the US Open,
They waitin' for that decline pray that I lose my mind They never want me to shine but I observe that trouble I will serve that Ear to the streets never
no turning back now You've woken up the demon in me [Chorus:] Get up, come on get down with the sickness [x3] Open up your hate, and let it flow into
Come thru Everything gon' Stop When I Come thru Everything gon' Stop Now move.. move.. move.. move.. [DMX] X comes thru the hood, like here comes trouble
while we got the chance I still got 12 seconds on the clock that's mine And I ain't gonna stop till the sun don't shine Line after line I flow like rhyme
she can fuck all night Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all Which court, are y'all playin basketball? Get me on the court and I'm trouble Last week
might trouble you Then I transform like a decepticon With a mic as a bomb In my right palm But I don’t stay calm So panic Others can’t flow so they go
all night Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all Which park, are y'all playin basketball? Get me on the court and I'm trouble Last week fucked around
to send flower baskets kid [Repeat Hook] [Verse 3] I was gonna kill a couple rappers But they did it to themselves I was gon' do it with the flow But
small hustler moving my packing out If I ever run into some trouble send my savages out These niggaz talking sweet I will get dem cavities out I got graveyard flowers
