so I don't die this day Home Let me go home When death smiles at you so the father said There's nothing left to do Smile back at the death I will show
off his bracelet with ice, and jetted cross the street Death was my first instinct, I had to stop and think Smiling faces always remember, they rock ya
in the tube station at midnight Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight Don't want to
I couldn't get enough from the way she smell Was it Baby Phat, J Lo, or straight Chanel Her face belongs in a Luther video, 'Never Too Much' The way she smile
on my parade Till that umbrella get raised They thinkin' that they can read me When they ain't no where my page Tryin' to keep a smile on my face Even at
in a shack at the crossroads Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads Everybody's gettin' jacked at the
a white horse he comes Blazing sword In, in burning hand ''Lo, I am become death The destroyer of worlds'' His hands are backed up They're straining at
we let them see Put your backs to the wall, keep your hands where I can see'em (see'em) You messed around and got caught up, best believe it (yep) Back
I get myself in all this bullshit I'm in [Verse Three: Foxy Brown] From now til' the grave, I look back at my life smile and say "wow" in amazement All
Let not your hand be hesitant or death will be your mark Lest regained sight should speed her flight away from burning hell A steady heart must seal her back
death will be your mark Lest regained sight should speed her flight away from burning hell A steady heart must seal her back within her crimson cell
O'Donnell, Lyrics: Yurkiewicz] While driving through Northern Pennsylvania on a cold December day He became enraged by the amount of deer hunters "at
to change up (what?) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh) [Jay-Z] Look at that fake smile
devil, it's war until the death Dear Lord help me out, I think you missing all my calls My back against the wall, and I ain't got no time to fall at all
s my driving? Run you off the road smiling 1-800 Road Rage, Start dialing Don't care if I make history, I wanna be a part of INFINITY Look at what your
the way she smell Was it Baby Phat, J.Lo, or straight Chanel Her face belongs in a Luther video, Never Too Much The way she smile, her face look pretty
