Notorious Big lyrics
Notorious Big lyrics
"Hold Ya Head lyrics"
Cleansation lyrics
What do you expect from meWill I ever be what you want me to beWill I ever live up to your standardsWill you always look down on meMaybe I'm not who you areMaybe I want to be myselfLive the lifeI've always dreamed aboutThis is not your path to chooseYes I taste i
(feat. Bob Marley)What do you expect from meWill I ever be what you want me to beWill I ever live up to your standardsWill you always look down on meMaybe I'm not who you areMaybe I want to be myselfLive the lifeI've always dreamed aboutThis is not your path to chooseYes I taste i
[Chorus: Bob Marley - sample from "Johnny Was"]
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to (hell)
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some r
Swingline lyrics
Swingline throughout the backyards of the midwestlean back, baby, in your seat on the trainlook through the window paneLook at that kid over there with no underwearand a silly dog who doesn't carehis mother stretches to reach the clothes linewhile a mean neighbor leans
eal strict shitSwingline throughout the backyards of the midwestlean back, baby, in your seat on the trainlook through the window paneLook at that kid over there with no underwearand a silly dog who doesn't carehis mother stretches to reach the clothes linewhile a mean neighbor leans
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
[Chorus: Bob Marley]
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
I swear to God I just want to (slit) my wrists and end
Sacramental Carnage lyrics
Sacramental carnage ultimate rejoining in the abyss Cauterized sect fuse as one final break-through the old world Descended souls will dwell into the crypts of emptiness purified by massacre eternal harassement Surrounded by blackened sky skin burns away luxuriuos fire
this bullshitSacramental carnage ultimate rejoining in the abyss Cauterized sect fuse as one final break-through the old world Descended souls will dwell into the crypts of emptiness purified by massacre eternal harassement Surrounded by blackened sky skin burns away luxuriuos fire
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm (dead), a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe (suicide's) on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
Bob Turkee lyrics
We don't like him He's such a dick He wears funny glasses He has so many zits Bob Turkee he's a dick Bob Turkee he's a dick Bob Turkee he's a turkey Bob Turkee he's a dick He has a beer belly He doesn't drink beer He doesn't like girls He's such a q
We don't like him He's such a dick He wears funny glasses He has so many zits Bob Turkee he's a dick Bob Turkee he's a dick Bob Turkee he's a turkey Bob Turkee he's a dick He has a beer belly He doesn't drink beer He doesn't like girls He's such a q
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
[Chorus: Bob Marley]
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
[Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.]
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggaz lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' [echoes]