L.G. Wise lyrics

L.G. Wise lyrics

"Da Weight Is Over Lyrics"

I Could Beat Myself Lyrics
oooh ahh, I'm hurting, bad oooh ahh I'm hurting bad! I did not see what I was supposed to see taking it easy when a friend told me I was in danger, so much danger. Underestimating my wom


Verse 1
We here son
I'm tellin you thugs and fake ones
Don't blaze one
Just eat the bread that I break son

Trying to stop me
Leavin stuck on phase one
We here son
Ain't goin nowhere until we done

Take a track from Jay-Z
And flip back like crazy
Claimin you God
But look more like Patrick Swayze

Believe it you gonna lie
Believe it you gonna ride
By the words
One Minute And Thirty Six Seconds Closer To Smoke From The Crematori Lyrics
Got my corpse paint on in the woods with my tape of "I want the one I can't have" Recorded about fifty fuckin times in my walkman to stay, cuz it's my nightmare matinee today, but pray let's not make this into a lip ser
that we speak
You gonna live or die

Like it's time for the real ones to step it up
Like it's time for the killaz son to shut it up

It's been along time
No longer the wait
Don't won't no food for the thought
Get away from the plate

Blasphemy dog
You a no name god
Heaven is gonna frown
On your whole lame squad

Roc-a-fella crew frontin like you hard
Can't even step up on te streets without your bodyguard

So listen up Hova
The wait is over
You losin all your luck
Like a 3 leaf clover

(D.C.P.)
Bandanna head rockers
Hell's most wanted
Biblical heat busters
Raw beef you don't want it
It's bad for your blood
C-walk all over your whole crew
Christ walk with cats like us come thru
You got a prob
Take it up with Elohiem
Think you stoppin us
Roots of Love Lyrics
If the silence doesn't kill it Then illusion will Well we're staring at the sky But the moon ain't gonna pay our bills And now we're laughing bout it loud When oh you know it ain't no joke To s
Then playa wak up out your dream
We got bodyguards bigger than your whole team
Snatchin souls out of ya'll
My click be unseen
Better turn your life around like a U'ie
Cuz you headin straight to the fire
Like a fat dubie
Getting chocked up in the back of the club
Marijuana, liquor souls snatchin you thugs
Not even knowin what the bartender be pourin
Drunker
I ain't goin
Hittin the gates
Ic12


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