fucka!) That's why... (oh! Muthafuckas!) Mmm-mmm-mmm, it's gangsta, nigga It's potent (Uh, Six Mill) East coastin', try to hide.. [Chorus: U-God] All the pain inside
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's why... (oh! Muthafuckas!) Mmm-mmm-mmm, it's gangsta, nigga It's potent (Uh, Six Mill) East coastin', try to hide.. [Chorus: U-God] All the pain inside
!) That's why... (oh! Muthafuckas!) Mmm-mmm-mmm, it's gangsta, nigga It's potent (Uh, Six Mill) East coastin', try to hide.. [Chorus: U-God] All the pain inside
Though I owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted with racism
I'm fed up with life at the minute so i get it off my chest when I'm writing my lyrics having to give my Nan hospital visits. i pray to god she don't
s loss, another man's gain Stay in the game, pleasure and pain We treasure the fame, pleasure and pain Pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain, pain, pain, pain
God watches over him and that he's on top That there is no more disease and that he's alright That he's one of the generals inside the Army of the Light
IT. SERIOUSLY. I?M IN LOVE YOU, YOU JUST WANNA BE FRIENDS. AND I?M TOTALLY COOL LIVING WITH THAT CONSTANT PAIN. CARLY: OH GOD. CARLY WALKS OVER TO
pain is yours You could get what you love, be a chain in cause You alive right now There's so many that's dead or locked up inside the beast, I'm a hot
I remember him fucking me, And I remember liking it, I didn't know any better... And I remember the smell, and the pain, and the shame... And I remember
more chance baby and don't say no 'cause I got another side to show Some say love is painful it helps you grow Well it's time for the pain to go, ya
shrugged at the driver " J'ai pas de l'argent " " Venez! " A soft voice from the back seat The driver lent wearily across and pushed open the back door I stooped to look inside
illustrious Uncombustible, give props like Doctor Huxtable Knew many men, only trust a few Women love the few, mention Wu-Wear linen, rugged blue God-U
and they don't know who hit him. The hood talkin man everybody know. (I know its fucked up) [Verse 1] If dead men could talk in your sleep And your homie told u
searched me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me. Purge me, make me clean. My heart needs courage so burn inside of me. Burn within our hearts oh God
swisha sweet, ima.. keep ridin, till we deep inside ya, who got balls this should remind ya -ima franchise, right by ur liar, dumb freak divider, fuel for the fire thank god
