four-way split, the pocket money's hit And all of me is broke I got four heads inside my mind Four rooms I'd like to lie in Four selves I want to find
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Hey Yeah Hmmmm Well it's been four lonely days and three lonely nights Looking for my baby but she's nowhere in sight See I've traveled far and wide
[Riley] Big Dave, come in [Big Dave] Yo, go 'head [Riley] What's your twenty? [Big Dave] I'm in front of the A room right now [Riley] Ten four [Big
the Schindler's List Who's the bitch, who's the mack, what's worse the niggaz that bring in the coke or smoke the crack? Metaphor figure four let it break
the four door Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the Vougues With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain Who got the green, who
This is your fucking captain speaking We will soon be reaching an altitude of four million and a half feet That’s eight million miles in the sky Please
can't see who he's shootin it out with But Denaun's right behind him squeezin his four fifth [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shots four shots
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back And leave you like that You just triggered the prick who just mixed liquor Who's itchin to leave you
cobra commander, you bozo I'm the composer, writer of murder, the odor leakin out of your body, temperature is gettin colder But you sweatin and dizzy like a person who
[Intro: 2Pac] So I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {take money} West side Bad boy killers {take money} You know who the realist is Niggas we bring
to God I can fly high Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces, they
rest until its steel Has sung for your ugly twin head I`ll wipe the sweat off my face with your bloody scalp And watch your four eyes telling me that
beard like fire the Hammer in chain By men in armour silenced was and by Their swords was slain Those who did not pay the one coin Of four to man of
challah bread... next We are the crew who put the crew in Cruex I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me I'm Mike D the one who put the satin in your
a tour Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door CHORUS: All my dogs who hustle everyday All my dogs who hustle everyday now
throw on my scully tipping my brim (uh huh) Stand on the street corner scuffing up my timbs Take off my jacket Pack the four fith cause a racket (thats
or treating What ya eatin I ain't got no words for you Fuck speakinm ain't part of my crew Face look to brand new, who? Niggas ain't even aloud to send
