so I don't drive Lex Game so bickery So full of trickery Nursery rhyming, hickory-dickory Blowing that sour, the hood call it pickle-ry Biggie, Puffy, Busta, victory
s take him to the Zoo''. ``Great idea!'', said the hunters, ``and if he likes that, next week we'll take him to Disneyland!'' Just imagine the victory
kind of disturbed us They tryin' to make people think That we bone thugs don't know what we do We let 'em think that we playin' the heat And celebratin' Eazy's victory
touch your heart When you read my love letter? When you read my love letter Weekends and birthdays, celebrations, holidays Love making history, a toast to our victory
Victory won in a world of Hennessey and guns Too young for the marches but I remember these drums To start reality of wars and battles we fought for ours
they got it goin' on Folks brought you up wrong it all started in your home Check my background St. Louis clown from the U-town 14 pimp of the year like
you stand by our side This night nothing can stop us and our dream Rise up to be free with us and show them your light Returning from dark years right
Written on the runes The many tales of men of old Ancient kings who ruled the land A thousand years ago Prayed to the terrifier Magic mystifier For knowledge and victory
a year goes fast, but cant wait till another year goes past, we share those laughs and a year goes fast, but cant wait till another year goes past, we
Sing this song THEN You'll be the one WHO Takes the victory Take your time AND Try to hold the line THEN You will get it all The years of innocence
Henry and the Devil are forced to skip town. They head for a cabin the Devil keeps on Lake Superior near Duluth. They bring their own water and stay a year
In 1492 you came upon these shores. Seven hundred years, educated by the moors; 17th Century-- genocide and the gun Middle Passage blessed to market the
whack niggas sleep rappin and woke up in trouble whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble you were cool ten years ago, your fucking
out clouts slick Creamy and fresh east coast to west Brooklyn Uptown To the universal fair Old school MCs I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year
die they will retire my entire hand for years of scripted whoop-ass, makin intruders try a can I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious And
heavy to carry I'm just buried over here. plus he was never married no kids so who cares. no mercy in this universe you had some good years and there
real shit that's far from comparing Materialistic M.C.'s come off boring Meanwhile, I be sketching up, deposit drawings Through the years, a countless number of victories