, I'm the one who tricks them Your coffin sealin temperature chillin the silent killer I done sucked a whole life, twice the cells of Mike's Thriller If a victim want to be loved, gun and will
see you cry Leading young boys into the hell That they have preached against Once You tell me how they can ever trust in Cause loving words are only words when loving
too soon children fell to their doom Struck dead in the air, orphan a father or two He just laid in the alley Now orphan Vitaly met a young girl, married
struck like blood, pump like blood, pump like blood, (pump like blood).. *and so you wanna dollar, make a triple dollar bill, but whats your salary no love
of these niggas get bent They said "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga" I know it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga
revenge is mine But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed Sing me one more song, about ya love me to the moon and the stranger And your fall by the sword love
of seething skies For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs Making mockery of rosaries His needs will never rival His needs will
day I will evoke the spell of Restoration. United we shall return to Blessing and, armed with the strength of Magica, we will be triumphant. Many will
t promise they will appeal to her. [COLONEL] [spoken] Young man, she's been driven to reading military handbooks. I've no doubt she will welcome anything
quiet country life and many children is still in a state of shock over the death of his young wife and the alarming physiology of his daughters, when he is struck
dogg pound flava, for the nine-fever Knowhati'msayin? michel'le in the house That's right, set it off Verse one: dat nigga daz, michel'le Young daz struck
yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? jeromes niece, on her way home from joes beaches club plus little rob is selling drugs all the time hanging out with young
free I love him, here to eternity Forever, unto eternity Oh, God gave me something I must hold on to Gonna hold on to him, no matter what you do I love
[dat nigga daz] 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80, 85, 90, 95, 100, ready or not baby, here I come Dat nigga daz struck
Try, try again, try again} Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes New York City, don't get it confused Your song will
) [Verse 1] Yeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, c'mon (If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby) You gotta love
are young, we are young) we are young (heartache to heartache) heartache to heartache ,we stand no promises, no demands, (love is a battlefield) love