it's not even that, you know. It's but, this is reality. This is, you know, and that's it, man, I mean, I'm just telling you, it's so wonderful to finally
How much I fiend To put his ass in a coffin One day my man And the next he's not Didn't know him long Anyway, so fuck it It's funny how things change
from my mum Mary Ann Hobbs invited us to play At Maida Vale we spent a day With Chris Allison's hair cut free It was time for Cornwall and the third
seventh of May on an overcast day Into a world that never saw me coming One day when I could left home To get in touch with a phone (It's a koan) So
music, you don't see me as an instrument And it takes true skills to get on me and be ripping it Nobody sees my contribution, they ain't getting it You know there's
get a body rub And shoot your mackin at these women at the playaz club (chorus) You can't resist it but don't get it twisted V.I.P. that means the number's
. Call Doc, tell him we need him." SPM: "Alright my nigga, are you sure about Lil' Drugs?" Grimm: "I'm sure man, he's gone baby, he's gone. We gotta
between two lovers {it's okay wes, it's okay} Feeling like a fool {don't cry man} I just fucked judy's mother, and judy's in night school Like keith I
that she's drivin Before we leave here tonight, watch me get live, and Swing it, rope it up and string it Open up and sting it... O-oh, what's up, you
moving butts The rhythm's happenin' and it's movin' up The tribe has been on hold for much too long Don't fear the rhythm because it's strong On the
understand we want y'all all to hate it It's murda, murder incorporated It's murda, in crime we all related It's murda, see if y'all can take it I'ma
to I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it {It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it} (I) A.W.O.L DJ Hurricane
that I'm feelin' right if it goes down 'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown And I know it's not my time to go now 'Cause God's got my back in this showdown
! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" -- Erick Sermon (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget") (sample repeats until first verse) You know what time, boo-yaow I know it's time for
it muthafuckin' gutta from day one Right now homie the streets where I run How am I this hot, no award I ain't won? 'Cause I ain't a industry nigga alright
you ready? There it is, pass me them drumsticks Alright everybody, please join in Your life ain't good, you can get it right Take this opportunity to do so And I'ma let it do what it
a treaty. Cu Chulainn agrees to singlehanded combat with any Connacht champion provided Maeve's army does not advance. One by one, day after day he
third brother of five, Doing whatever I had to do to survive. I'm not saying what I did was alright, Trying to break out of the ghetto was a day to day