Field Mob lyrics
Field Mob lyrics
"Project Dreams lyrics"
A Punchup At A Wedding lyrics
No [x42] I don't know why you bother Nothing's ever good enough for you. (By the way) I was there and it wasn't like that. You've come here just to start a fight You had to piss on our parade You had to shred our big day You had to ruin it for all concerned In a drunken punch-up at a wedding Yeah Hypocrite opportunist Don't infect me with your poison<
No [x42] I don't know why you bother Nothing's ever good enough for you. (By the way) I was there and it wasn't like that. You've come here just to start a fight You had to piss on our parade You had to shred our big day You had to ruin it for all concerned In a drunken punch-up at a wedding Yeah Hypocrite opportunist Don't infect me with your poison<
(Boondox) Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna' trap me Every night dreamin bout livin life lavish A watch full of karats, a candy coated Caddy Off the show flo', sittin on fo' Vouges Oak wood gear shift, ??? dash door Choppin on seventeen inch Enki's Bling bling from my mouth to my pinky Enough about my jewelry, grill, and my Fleetwood Tryna still live stable so my folks can eat good House sittin out on the hill to sleep good Livin peaceful, just like we should Money legal, no more sellin reefer No more FEDs tryna' stick me like a needle When it's cold outdo' come in I heat ya He ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya Bump worryin 'bout that burgular comin to creep ya Get trapped by alarms and the millimeterSanta Maria lyricsI'm a do or die playa for my people, follow the leader I'm my brotha's keeper, for real (Chorus-both) I'm a have me a big nice Caddy House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy Live life happy and I'm still nappy Makin legal money, no FEDs tryna' trap me I'm a have me a big nice Caddy House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy Live life happy and I'm still nappy Nigga, legal money, no FEDs tryna' trap me If you ever been broke put your hands up You been broke put your hands up, put your hands up If you ever been broke put your hands up You been broke put your hands up, put 'em up (Kalage) What ya know 'bout havin no dough, no coat for the winter Remember, we poor folk Most cut yolk and smoke coke, cut throats in ya dope, hoe Talk about they wanna 'Lac with four do's, no Vogues Wood kit and M
Santa Maria nyt lippus alla purjehtii jo pohja sen karikosta irtoaa vuokses sun kuohup?ill? kiirehtii nyt maata n??n - mun ankkurini pohjaan putoaa Santa Maria Santa Maria nyt lippus alla purjehtii jo pohja sen karikosta irtoaa vuokses sun kuohup?ill? kiirehtii nyt maata n??n - mun ankkurini pohjaan Santa Maria nyt lippus alla purjehtii jo pohja sen karikosta irtoaa vuokses sTorturer lyricsmo's I gets Polo, pockets so swol', Jenny Craig Naw, Escalade hog, in the yard Breakin all ya folks too, belly full a soul food Chittlens, greens, pork chops, green beens Yeah I pray for that, each and every day I rap I rap with guard, 'cause I feel you ain't really safe with gats We escape slacks, the government help and welfare My folk cries to the Lord, ain't no help there We ain't have much, or less to brag about, but mo' to lose I ran the street, mama told me go to school But now I got a chance to change things and maintain Mo' so, I ain't gotta slang 'caine anymore Hell yeah boy, you really understand dirt Well I'm a rap if you gon' clap until your hands hurt I ain't the only person feel like I feel, that there live like I live And wanna chill, for real (Chorus) (Boondox) Now put you
Things I've assembled To be torn apart It seems the essence This lava in my heart The same old story Handed by a woman and a snake Jokes about purgatory Seems a long wait One more day with the torturer One more day with the torturer Love is a mask Donned by many things Fighting juggernauts Destroying everything A life of retreat With its outstretched hand Slapped down by me TBack Down lyricsr hands up if you're broke, folks tried to spoil ya With fried bologna sandwiches and sugar water (Kalage) Put ya hands up, if you feel my hurt Have you ever bathed with soap the size of a Cert (B) Don't disguise the dirt did 'cause we all know rocks It's the real reason furniture go to the pawn shop (K) 'Cause ya crackhead cuz smokin the car antennas (B) Understand see... (K) It's a junkie in every family (B) Them my hand-me-down, tight pants, lookin slim in 'em If they too big... (K) What you do? (B) Put a hem in 'em (K) 'Member talkin over the loud sounds when the wind blow 'Cause the trash bag's replacin yo' car window (B) Man, I been poor (K) I been poor (Both) Man, we been poor! That's how it is in the Field, for real (Chorus) 2x
Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!) Ha ha... [Chorus: 50 Cent] It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN Next time you in the hood and see an ol G You ask about me, the young boy do