Said I'd moved on and I'd leave it alone But before I walk out there is something That I need you to know I got lost in a blink of an eye And I can never
They used to call me Bobo, man [J-Zone scratches] R.A He's rugged! Alright friends, on your feebles [R.A.- Verse One] Yo, see how they go, hip hop R-
Do you think that you can fight me? You worthless, little worm! Fight! Fight! Fight! The fighting must go through, I'll kick you when you're down,
Fight for the power --- Janet Gabriel Got to fight for the power *4 Chorus Fight the power within yourself Fight to set it free Fight the power within
Don't you think of anything but sex?
Yippie yay There'll be not wedding bells for today 'Cause I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle (Jingle, jangle) As I go ridin' merrily along (Jingle
There's kepone in the river But the river's still Flowing east Ethyl doze the planet In an attempt to keep The downtown clean Still it's a beautiful
chorus Fightx10 boy i been drankin
"Blackie" in the closet. "Whitie" in the crowd. Bugeyed, cause your later in the mirror, and you know you`re gonna ?? from your doglife. Fixing up the
I, I know your every move I've heard your every word I know you well and I've, got nothing left to prove your threats I find absurd I am your hell
Fight, fight, fight It's about to be some shit nigga we here now We's about to whoop some ass nigga we here now I done cliqued up wit my hood nigga we
Hey Where's your faith for Jesus Um hmm Um hmm Um hmm Um hmm You think I don't understand You think your baby don't know what's goin' on How come everyone
Icelandic dominion Reigning during a casually brutal age Exalting bloodlust We pillage with near impunity Free from all moral qualms We celebrate ferocity
There is a war between the rich and poor War between the man and the woman There is a war between the ones who say there is a war And the ones who say
I've been so outta touch Not that it Matters much Because i'm back in there and playing the same game Come up for air and I gotta see That another year
what! shall th' aspiring blood of lancaster sink in the ground- i thought it would have mounted! see how my sword weeps for the poor king's death. o
He's got a holster Filled up with grief I wouldn't want to cross his line I'd end up underneath He's got an angry look of action Shoot off both your
Push around and stab each other fight around and kill each other fight fight fight riot riot beat him hard, beat him dead beat him harder, beat him down