i.a.'s unknown soldiers in unknown graves Let's bring 'em home safe "the f.b.i. continues to look for those responsible For placing six pipe bombs
Nineteen ninety, Chubb Rock jumps upon the scene With a lean and a pocket full of green The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top But Robo Cop
in Hong Kong He's found his self in a sticky icky icky situation But you know somethin', I have faith in the Bad Boys Bad Boys bring it on home, bring it on home
this out right here... Woke up smoked up broked up What I had left and rolled up lit it Had a shorty that I brought home hit it Sent her on her
can't get close All you see is six tail-lights as I leave the scene Carrucha looking clean, and my ruca's looking mean Time to head home, another night
your momma makes I need a little space, Texas is the place Ya tu sabes homes, I'ma represent my race New to the scene, but not to the game Blowin' purple
it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop) Six-fo'-five was the time on the clock When me and my homey belled in the parkin' lot The scene looked strange and it
im doin my thing stay poppin out mo bottles than a vendin machine shirt off, six pack like sprite, obey ya thirst nd take me home tonite i gotem lined
that, a few years back, I was baggin' cracks Magnum gats, playin' street corners, commitin' savage acts Twistin' up, nuttin' but love for niggas sittin' up Hold your own, try comin' home
a fuck about puttin' two in your liver But how you figure you can do dirt and stay clean Niggas like that get pronounced dead on the scene Ain't no
, gonna get ya some I want to go I want to go home now I want to go I want to go home now CC, let's go Rock stars, movie stars, a Hollywood scene I
gonna get ya some I want to go I want to go home now I want to go I want to go home now (CC, let's go) Rock stars movie stars a Hollywood scene I eat
his home up in Maine Big Red Machine rolls in patrolling the jungle All of them baking under tropical rain Six long months in a foreign wasteland Scenes
We ain't never see a high point, how come Black Rain, Black Rain comes under the sun [EDI Mean - Verse 1] We live those big money dreams A six scene
worse: these knuckle-head-ass niggas only make my job the tougher; boy you's a worker so don't act funny 'bout my cash bring it home to mama before I eighty-six
might climb in ya rest Two nickel nines left a dime in his vest, sometimes in his chest Crime scenes covered in tape, blood in the gates Black robes, funeral homes
I couldn't make a change I might have known you had found, another love I sat at home all night Bask in the lonely pale, of my bed stand light Through
When I graduated high school College not my scene So I got a job at home for me Feeling good about my opportunity It's got benefits and decent pay...