A New Breed of Female
II Tru lyrics
II Tru lyrics
"I Got Yo Back Lyrics"
Isn't It A PityVersion Two Lyrics
Isn't it a pity Isn't it a shame How we break each other's hearts And cause each other pain How we take each other's love Without thinking any more Forgetting to give back Isn't it a pity Somethings take so long And how do I explain? Not too many people See we're all the same And because of all the tears Our eyes can't hope to see The beauty that surrounds us Isn't it a pity Isn't it a pity Isn't it a shame How we break
Isn't it a pity Isn't it a shame How we break each other's hearts And cause each other pain How we take each other's love Without thinking any more Forgetting to give back Isn't it a pity Somethings take so long And how do I explain? Not too many people See we're all the same And because of all the tears Our eyes can't hope to see The beauty that surrounds us Isn't it a pity Isn't it a pity Isn't it a shame How we break
f/ Tombstone
...beam for the clicks that attack
Strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back
Infrared beam for the clicks that attack
Strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back
[Brina]
We know this bull runs thick, blood tends to run thinnest
What, so now who's stuck, punk? No love is cut
Your back I got with no regards to exchange hits
With a dumb trick for testin' the skills in the game of a thorough click
The way I see thangs, you snooze, you lose, on the real, though
To them scrubs that slang no love, better jackmove therefore
Whatever theproblem may be, come see me
Let's solve this, I got the trues and the thugs back
With no think twice, trick
You want some trouble?
Well I'll be damned if I'm gon back down
Silly slugs, they get mugged
So check my back with this next round, fool
Haters approach but they DOA'd Try next week we ain't with it today It ain't my fault you got no money You need to go get you some, won't make me none I hit hard like a slam drum Slum and slang with a ton of games Wreck my brain, my patience wearing in Fake friends trying to blend in It tend to get on my nerves My circles get 'sturbed Split a check firt a real man Chula furs Try to make it home but he struck on third Me fall off? No sir Had did it once before, but I call it whiplash
Friction, murder all around me, feel it
Shyste, nigga time to make another killin'
Watch my back, Brina
Please don't fail me, scratch the fool
You talkin' shit, a sista's goin' crazy
Caught up in the system, see the ghetto has imprisoned me
Victim of the chrome, so my piece is always on me, G
Down fo' whatever, put my life into your hands
Show pap for eternity, no matter circumstance
Sickness of mentality, I swear my mind is cracked
My soul forever with you see I always got your back
(Chorus)
Infrared beam for the clicks that attack
Strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back
[Tombstone]
Rebels, ever heard of'em?
Man, we got all this shit in this field
What about the hand that dealed
The bullets real, don't play the Shift to the left
Ridin' to get him
Damage all up in his
Make No Mistake Lyrics
Something is wrong I think something is missing I can't tell what side I am on If everything is for my fortune If everything I exploit Then I've lost my name Nothing I say Can get it back for me All that I trade All that I gain Can't buy integrity Make no mistake It's hard to avoid It's easy to go ahead and join If I've lost my name Nothing I say Can get it back for me Make no mistake All that I've gained Can't buy integrity And what to I wan
systemSomething is wrong I think something is missing I can't tell what side I am on If everything is for my fortune If everything I exploit Then I've lost my name Nothing I say Can get it back for me All that I trade All that I gain Can't buy integrity Make no mistake It's hard to avoid It's easy to go ahead and join If I've lost my name Nothing I say Can get it back for me Make no mistake All that I've gained Can't buy integrity And what to I wan
Don't know why they make me ride
With the TEC-nina, got my back heated
Roll with glocks and gauges
Brina heavy stroll through the click, cut your lungs
Open says me, though maybe
Y'all niggas didn't hear: test me, too stressed
There's mess when a fist open up his windpipe
Get the hell outta Dodge, 'fore a nigga count to ten
I'm loadin' up, get around their plot, lead followin' hot
Two shot from the glock
Now, I'm ridin' to get him, flex now
'Cause nigga we got your chest, now
Ain't no runnin' to the trunk for the vest no more
Caught up in the wrong district
[Jhaz]
Give me the gun
Run nigga, better watch your back
Creep north, come check the mode is on full attack
Strapped always, venom of a deadly reptile
Definition:unhuman, with psycopath intentions
Come into the darkness, let a sista' lead you
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727 Lyrics
Percibo el color de la secuencia, que permite despegar, y fulminado con la realidad, dulces sue?os y al terminar es bueno llorar es bueno escapar espero, no recordar Abordo de un 727 me transporto, A donde estas, depositada en una extremidad esperas el flujo temporal, mientras acabo de cantar caleidoscopios en algun lugar no puedes pensar que quiero bajar cuando yo puedo volar encima de todo encima del universo Sonaron la
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No more turnin' round I got your backPercibo el color de la secuencia, que permite despegar, y fulminado con la realidad, dulces sue?os y al terminar es bueno llorar es bueno escapar espero, no recordar Abordo de un 727 me transporto, A donde estas, depositada en una extremidad esperas el flujo temporal, mientras acabo de cantar caleidoscopios en algun lugar no puedes pensar que quiero bajar cuando yo puedo volar encima de todo encima del universo Sonaron la
Now let's see whose soul is true
Only fools make foolish propositions
Come with me on this mission
You have the gift, but do you listen?
I drift deep into my mental tracks
And all is well because I know you got my back.
[Brina]
What made you think you could make a playa drop?
If I have to pop one shot, the rest comin' non-stop
Just for steppin' up to do some frontin'
I warned you phoney loonies amount to nothin' in the game
We all claim to be down for each others' back
When the grip hit the fan, who be the one to cut much slack?
No love for them scrubs when you got to wonder if they down
My back is well got, don't think so?
Then let's flex now, fool
I thought you knew, II Tru is what's happenin' and cappin'
Much flex for the nine-seven, while the fools keep nappin'
(Chorus)