Forever Hustlin'
Ray Luv lyrics
Ray Luv lyrics
"War Gamez Lyrics"
Les Couleurs Du Temps Lyrics
Paroles et musique : Guy B?art (c) ?ditions Espace Capo III 1 La mer est en bleu, entre deux rochers bruns Je l'aurais aim?e en orange Ou m?me en arc-en-ciel, comme les embruns
Paroles et musique : Guy B?art (c) ?ditions Espace Capo III 1 La mer est en bleu, entre deux rochers bruns Je l'aurais aim?e en orange Ou m?me en arc-en-ciel, comme les embruns
feat. Outlawz
This is Il Duce
Five star general
Ray Luv
and I brought some real thugs with me
General EDI Amin
General Napoleon
General Kastro
and General Noble
Soldiers in the game
[ CHORUS ]
Fuck the cops, they'll never stop us
Not even with batterams, full-metal jackets and helicopters
We got choppers, we young mobsters
Money, power and star fame
Die or ride, nigga,
Virginia's For Lovers Lyrics
Some people think that they?ve got it all All they need is themselves and they?ll never fall But I?m here and your there and you?ll never see What?s inside inside me what?s been killing me I gu
in this war gameSome people think that they?ve got it all All they need is themselves and they?ll never fall But I?m here and your there and you?ll never see What?s inside inside me what?s been killing me I gu
Fuck the teachers who couldn't reach us
They try to police, cell at the jail house, seat ya
Don't wanna see ya, it's the teacher's the one to blame
Now I'm havin star fame
Fuckin off money in this war game
[ VERSE 1: Ray Luv ]
Pull out my weapon, now I'm steppin, bringin foes my heat
We challenge number one contenders and blow holes in the weak
It's been a while, now we finally got our turn to but
Bitch niggas got rich while the homie burned to dust
Got me madder than a bag of fuckin sherm and dust
You wanna kick it (but can't hang with us)
Now we gon' see who got the biggest fuckin nuts in this thang of us
Talkin shit, but nigga, you ain't came to bust
Make you pull out the gold cuff links and the pinky rings
(These niggas don't know who they fuckin with, man)
Big Eddie eat a muthafucka like spaghetti
In the fo
Anything Lyrics
I tear into my clothes Sacrifice my soul for anything, anything I gotta clear this town No sense in hanging around Cause anything anything anything Is bet
rmation we ready, freebasin the competition for fettiI tear into my clothes Sacrifice my soul for anything, anything I gotta clear this town No sense in hanging around Cause anything anything anything Is bet
Shoot your shit up like civil war Gettysburg
(What if they hit us back?) Don't be absurd
We put it down like a fat-ass crew of construction workers
(Fuck with us now, nigga, there's gon' be a murder)
And that's for certain, catch the muthafuckin curtain call
Workin y'all, smokin big, hurtin y'all, Link 'Lawz serve em all
Break a muthafucka off, soldier, raw dog
Smoth