Thanks to dalyricalmaster@tupac.com for these lyrics. (Threat) What they screamin' when they shout? We boom you need some elbow room, that's right Who
Yeah Fuck ya want from me See I love my thugs but I'm a terrorist nigga And Imma terrorize ya ass till gone for miles pana What, bitch ass nigga I jeopardize
Come on This is hip hop, MC's get busy It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped You're listening to slanged out goodies And Timberlands and
[voice over] The threat to the world is not over. As we speak, our futures in grave danger Ice cube, Mack 10 and W.C. are...MASTERS OF GANGSTERIZM.
[voice over] The threat to the world is not over. As we speak, our futures in grave danger Ice cube, Mack 10 and W.C. are...MASTERS OF GANGSTERIZM. A
Got a window-washer's head for an unmakeable bed For loneliness the past is no place to Rest your weary arms 'cept at sevens at your sides Your face a
Dreaming men are haunted men, So please don't ask me to dream of you I never learned how to pretend, I don't believe, that dreams come true There ain'
I'm goin' out Out on a limb It's getting pretty thin It's gonna fall down Saw all my friends They were all hanging out on a limb [Incomprehensible] breaks
Tender was the kiss when you held me captive in your sweet embrace My lips begin to burn and my heart beats faster than the normal pace I try hard to
You beat us up when we're alone Come back later and then you're gone Now you're tucked away in your bed And I've got stitches in my head 'Cause you didn
I want to lie to you All you can do is listen My smile is blinding you You'll never find out the truth You don't know which side I'm on The whole world
We're not the first, I hope we're not the last 'Cause I know we're all heading for that adult crash The time is so little, the time belongs to us Why
Pink press threat! MAN WITH CHIP: I'm riding third class on a one-class train. I'm cranked at nought like a wimpey crane. I'm a pink prole threat
You're so good lookin' it ought to be against the law You got that look in your eyes could make a man stumble and fall You got my attention 'cause honey
Well I've been convicted with and without reason Tarred and feathered like a piper on a killing spree And felt the anger of generations And been the target
Verse 1 My superstars were laced up tight And all the sinners were gathered in white The pearly gates were opened up wide And the Lord must have seen
Intro (from Peggy Sue Got Married) I've got the hair, I've got the teeth I've got the eyes Well Peggy, take a look outside the window I've got the car
Written by ugly kid joe I'm frank sinatra in a rock 'n roll band I'm a hevayweight demon with a heavyweight plan I'm uncle sam with a joint in my mouth
