Memphis Bleek Lyrics
Memphis Bleek Lyrics
"Who's Sleeping Lyrics"
Rock de la Stet Lyrics
[All] Well it's a party night, and it's time to begin Frukwan, Daddy-O, Delite, best friends The stage is set, the lights are on Stetsasonic M.C.'s wit our music song So get a grip ya'll, ya'll, ya'll, ya'll, y'all [
[All] Well it's a party night, and it's time to begin Frukwan, Daddy-O, Delite, best friends The stage is set, the lights are on Stetsasonic M.C.'s wit our music song So get a grip ya'll, ya'll, ya'll, ya'll, y'all [
(verse 1)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo who sleeping on bleek
Wake his ass up
I'm a show em all the money
And the ass I pass up
How I'm N-Y deep
Who snitched to NYP (New York Police)
You bitches been dropping D's (dimes)
Since 86 striped Lees
Dial 9-1 tips
When I spit one clip
Supposed to be killing niggaz but ain't really done shit
I'm loco
Tote the 4-4
Smoke L's with duck doors
Drow flow
Blow the smoke slow
And holler fuck hoes
It's
Irish Hymn Lyrics
Oh no look at the sun Here it comes another Monday Without warning man time shoots down the drain Take a look your life is over Did you pick a four leaf clover? Anyway you end, you end anyway I pray for the rain And then I
cash and moneyOh no look at the sun Here it comes another Monday Without warning man time shoots down the drain Take a look your life is over Did you pick a four leaf clover? Anyway you end, you end anyway I pray for the rain And then I
Nines grab the green weed exactly
One shot lives and daiquiris
My gat be stashed in the dash
Mixed herbs and hash
On a cruise for cash
I might bruise some cats
Spit 2 at you dudes that act
Like you can't be touched
Front and lose your cap
I incinerate guns after bodies I caught son
Never on the run stack mail by the tons son
Chorus 2x:
Yo it's that Roc a Fella shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who
White Dove Lyrics
(Rickey Medlocke) White Dove sittin' on a blackberry bush Is there any questioning why Tell me what heaven you're bound for today Feel just like I could cry Feel just like I could cry Little squirrel sitting on
you with (Rickey Medlocke) White Dove sittin' on a blackberry bush Is there any questioning why Tell me what heaven you're bound for today Feel just like I could cry Feel just like I could cry Little squirrel sitting on
We them niggaz coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real niggaz that walk around with guns on their hips
(verse 2)
I live my life now like none of y'all fagots
You keep fronting like that
I'm gone let one of y'all have it
I keep the fours drawn
When I wake up the war's on
For the bread, butter and chips shit I go to war for em
Tinted my whip now
These cops ride dick now
Money spend now
I move work through my pen pal
Nigga
Sacrilegium Lyrics
Temple desecration sacrilegium Hailing the beast of pentagram Stolen treasures from church of slaves Performed rituals for their death Turned cross of holy altar Ceremonies of fire and blood In nomine dei nostri Satan
hate bleek cause I live through this shitTemple desecration sacrilegium Hailing the beast of pentagram Stolen treasures from church of slaves Performed rituals for their death Turned cross of holy altar Ceremonies of fire and blood In nomine dei nostri Satan
You niggaz keep hating cause I could deal with this shit
I'm a street individual
Sold it all criminal
Weed just a minimum
I'm a M-P emblem
Rock syndicate and flips in the block
You call it I lick a shot
I'm street wise
Went up on my caps in size
Who getting money over here contact these guys
Let em know I set up shop to trey eight the block
With 3 niggaz 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop
Chorus 2x