up Boston!" "No one shows pity" [Tha Trademarc] Yeah, it's Trademarc baby, biggin up Boston, yeah 6-1-7, 9-7-8, 7-8-1, 5-0-8, and 4-1-3 And I don't
Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild (Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide Verse Three: Method Man 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
my son 'gon live on 7, 1, 8 zip code triple 1, O,1 A yo its queens, money, whips and fiends Bald heads and fades, du rags and waves Can't forget about
You willin to test the flesh oh yes But don't even stress what you heard Cuz nigga Bone Thugs together forever splittin apart is obsurd I wish they'd stop
who packs a tre-8 slug A true nigga from the hood, and the Pound gives love You see, niggaz wanna be down but never came around So back up off my nuts, and stop
then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild (Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide [Verse Three: Method Man] 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder
a bird it's a plane Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed HOW HIGH? So High that I can kiss the sky Verse Three: Method Man 10 9 8 7
U Want Me 2 Take U 2 Space [Chorus] So Get Ready 4 Lift Off Baby. U Ready (Yes) Hold On 2 This Here We Go R Minus 10 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 Baby, Start
willin to test the flesh oh yes But don't even stress what you heard Cuz nigga Bone Thugs together forever splittin apart is obsurd I wish they'd stop
- never forget the rats and roaches and pissy mattresses And as - many days I had nothin to eat but saltine crackers Shit I - thank God for Section 8
second to think, how real was that? The second one enters ya back, with mad rational force Before the third gets popped they tell us to stop and break
phone, phone, phone, phone) [Verse 1: Chamillionaire - imitating Pimp C] Uh, got a chip in my phone, I stay talkin free If it ain't 'bout money stop