An Eye for an Eye

RBL Posse lyrics

RBL Posse lyrics

"Straight Lacin' Lyrics"

Call Him A Cowboy Lyrics
So you came from New York city and you want to see the sights You've heard all about those cowboys and those crazy Texas nights I see you've got your eye on something leaning on the bar But the toughest ride he's ever had was in his foreign car CHORUS: So don't call him a cowboy until you've seen him ride Cause a Ste


Haha. That RBL niggaz. Mr. C-Note, C-Note

*(Chorus- Iyesha Johnson)*

No one's gonna lace you, like I do
I get around babe, no one can lace you better.
No one's gonna lace you, like I do
I get around babe, I'm a straight gamer.

Verse 1 *(Black C)*

Chapter one
I'm blowin up the scene wit my gun
which is, capable cuz my uzi weighs a ton
pistol grip, pump, in my lap at all times
when it's time for some action, yes I'm blastin
cuz, the funk is everlastin
that is, if ya ride wit me, ya better be down to die wit me
so finally
we strive to be
some ballin ass mutha fuckaz who is known internationally
yeah you think I got a chip on my shoulder
Talking About My Buddy Lyrics
My friend finally made a record and took to the road and played guitar He met this girl from Pennsylvania stuck by his side in love and war Fearful and fussy, but so faithful, poor and devoted, real and true She's not the type to be forsaken and I see much of her in you While on a gig up in Toronto during a pause between his show He met this foxy Ger
cuz I was a broke young nigga, now I'm older
wit mo mail then the rest of you pushers
now y'all sittin an observin wit the rest of 'em
on-lookers, got ya shook up
cuz we leave the scene, like Stephen King
when the murders needed
so who's a bigger pimp, wit bigger balls
a lil nigga wit bigger drawls lacin all y'all

*(Chorus)*

Verse 2 *(Black C)*

As we proceed to exceed to the next level of this rap game from the
click
I used to claim, I'm the blame
for all this bullshit, never the less y'all can't prove this
but who's the smoothest
when it comes to this rap game
I'm juss a sick ass nigga from that mack Bay
straight, game we lace to put my name in the spotlig
Clone High (Extended Version) Lyrics
Way way back in the 1980s' Secret government employees Dug up famous guys and ladies And made amusing genetic copies Now the clones are sexy teens, now They're gonna make it if they try Loving learning sharing judging Time to laugh and shiver and Cry
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no game, this paid style I'm gettin paid right
I know you niggaz heard of us niggaz gettin perved
since us real niggaz got rid of 'em blue birds
turned yo ass into OG's
slowly watch you move from an O-Z to a whole key
straight lacin
fuck the basics
it's my turn, the mic burn when I face it
(no one can do this better) you ask me
I don't think there's a click lacin niggaz like the P-O double S-E

*(Chorus)*

Verse 3 *(Hitman)*

Let's say for instance, you're a distance
an you all by yo self, tell me how the funk would be dealt
Would you, get treated like Pinesol an get mopped?
Or would you, pull yo glock an do diddly-squat?
Or would you see, not juss what you pe
Sympathy Lyrics
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name <
ep like Mary Wright
I'm the nigga wit the stripes, an I'm the nigga that you juss might
bring you to the light, like hundred watts (like what?)
light you up
an even if I hit a hundred spots, you can't see me
cuz I got sticky fingers like Jason
start to placin the index finger, grippin techs
and license to inject so juss expect
try to test my intellect
he didn't know
he tried to flex like biceps
an he got broke
or better yet broke his vertebre
so save to be for another day, like lay-away
had that ass smashed, towed away, wit the tow-away
(like that?)
we laced him like Jordan's about two pairs
(then what?)
then we had to lace him to a chair.

*(Chorus)* x2