' Dressed and robbin' on the side, niggas just 'bout it, rowdy Niggas better show me that them muthafuckas still gettin' rowdy I cut wit g's nigga, march playas, step wit me killas Come wit me
"Big A Little A" by Crass originally recorded in 1980. Big A little A bouncing B The sytem might have got you but it won't get me 1 2 3 4 Chorus
[Prelude] I am sleeping in the dark. There is blackness in my heart. I'm calling to the gods. Give me the power for my march. [Verse 1] Up in the highlands
[based on a forthcomming novel by Tarek "MS" Maghary] [Verse 1] A bloodred moon, a landscape black and grey. A rotting graveyard, bones are on it's ways
world about to hear me out If money talks the whole world about to hear me out If money talks the whole world about to hear me out [Verse 1 - Ace Hood
is imminent! How splendid the Imperial Army looks as it fronts the foe... into the fray they ride! CHAPTER 1: THE BLOODYING OF THE KING (THE ARMIES
Big A, little A, bouncing B The system might have got you but it won't get me 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you
I don't like the lies youre trying to make me believe. You call me a loser lower my self esteem Well I'm a child of God and I know he loves me All of
if I could minus me (say goodbye) Chamillitary and it's finally, the time for me to give some shine to me (say goodbye) Everytime I come out, they doubt me
bop on me (what?) Broke hoes wanna bop on me Want me to take 'em on a shoppin spree But you ain't ridin (naw), not with me Cause I feelin mellow on choppin
rudeboy, hold tight (m-1) Cop shot, cop shot, cop shot, cop shot Keep shooting my people, We will shoot back Me bring the m-1 You bust the glock Ra-
Niggaz always on my dick (2x) Verse 2: mase Brace the stage, so right now you dealin' wit a great Ain't enough bullets in your gun to scare me straight
ya shit Yeah About to turn me into a motherfuckin' superhero or somethin' From now on, niggaz gon' need some kryptonite/crip-tonite to stop me Yeah! [Verse 1
small price to pay for respect. You know who it is. You know what it is. Peace out. Verse 1: Andre In these troublin' times a nigga like me be
ya can't do me New York to L.A. say what I play So catch a runaway smooth like a Billie Holiday You couldn't bag me, boy, with a hefty Train like Rocky
grounds ta fall me down Son how that sound? [Verse 2] It's like a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon Keep your mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta find
[1st verse:] Johnny Jones was a first class private In the army last year Now he's back to bus'ness in his father's place Sunday night I saw him with
goes over to inspect the Nubians.) RADAMES What have we here? SOLDIER #1 We found them along the riverbank, Captain. (SOLDIER pushes AIDA forward, into