. 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
nobody fresher I'm in Mason, uh, Martin Margiela On the table screamin' fuck the other side, they jealous We got a banquet full of broads, they got a table full
business in this blizzard They just kibbitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka Blowing bullet holes sizes of door knockers Three headed for my chest straight, the other
Yea, 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
he? Did not, I got drama with them niggas from the other side Call my nigga Rich and he's right Fuck them niggas, I got a truck full of 38, some bullet
m blessed Never wear no vests because I got mad love Master V does some other shit TV's in the head rests I catch respect when other niggas catch slugs
now we'll only worry 'bout the basic stroll Hooking up my Cadillac, and upping my gold Throw in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands A hundred for a full
in my two hands You can eat the fruit loops wrist full of Toucans All type of colors, We family like brothers My cash and my clean, cant have one without the other
Talkin bout buckin each other Probly fuckin each other D-Block dawg, we stuck with each other [Chorus x2] [Verse 3 - Jadakiss] A'yo Full Surface, Swizz
night when I was sleeping a gypsy lady sneak into my head and she said 'I've got a bottle of schnapps lets get to know each other drinking a belly full
get your ass kicked Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie You 36 year old baldheaded fag, blow me You don
rep to the fullest for you And ohhh most of these broads got issues Talk about what they will and wont do, but don't get me confused coz I ain't like these other
wing-clippin them lip cause I'm cold sick of them Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe be on a Quest like Tip and them On every avenue puttin the full
it bigger than a 5 X Can't ride with an L, so I don't drive Lex Game so bickery So full of trickery Nursery rhyming, hickory-dickory Blowing that sour
on his ass he was hurt Six shots put his dick in the dirt Laid him out like a motherfuckin rug Gettin pumped full of thirty-eight slugs Some other niggaz
and knowing the shake Kept a thousand in my pocket, twenty more in the safe I had my grandmother guessing how I got that shit 'Cause every other day I
click. (gunshot). Blood stains on the walls and carpet, pain and the hardships of a father identifyin' his child from a photo of the plan, with his brains blown
