What's Happenin'
Man Method lyrics
Man Method lyrics
"Release Yo' Delf Lyrics"
East 1999 Lyrics
Layzie East 1999 my niggas! Think about back in the days when the year was '89. little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime with 2 in here, steady stackin' my ends, put my serve down on the clair 9-9. hittin' He graveyard shift with real, little will, big wally, and wish bone. little wally highrollers, and he wonder why niggas so strong. krayzie bone, stack, rod j--much love, kept a n
Layzie East 1999 my niggas! Think about back in the days when the year was '89. little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime with 2 in here, steady stackin' my ends, put my serve down on the clair 9-9. hittin' He graveyard shift with real, little will, big wally, and wish bone. little wally highrollers, and he wonder why niggas so strong. krayzie bone, stack, rod j--much love, kept a n
Intro/Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch-ass niggaz in the industry
your careers won't be lasting long
[Chorus]
[Verse One:]
Check it, I'm the fuckin man, who they mention
Notice, that other niggaz rap styles is bogus
Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo
Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation
Inside ya, cuz I be that house over water
forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon
adventure, niggaz need to touch they freakin picture
For the sickness, that be spreadin with the quickness
Remedies, cousin
Gee I Wish I Was Back In The Army Lyrics
When I was mustered out I thought without a doubt That I was through with all my care and strife I thought that I was then The happiest of men But after months of tough civilian life Gee, I wish I was back in the Army The Army wasn't really bad at all Three meals a day For which you didn't pay Uniforms for winter, spring and fall
I be doin on my enemies
Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
Emotion, rushin through your down street vicinity
Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity
(Tical.... tical... ti-cal, ti-cal...)
As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh
Keep it movin, and keep it movin uh
Keep it movin baby we be movin uh
Keep it movin, we keep it huh RHARHHH
What's that rhythm what's that sound
Party people getting down
When it hit the baddest man
Just release, yo delf!!
[Verse Two:]
My God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for the headpiece you can'
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from Big Isle
No Stat, my peoples are you with me where you at?
Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean thick
Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'
What is it? Niggaz think they bigga
Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol
They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Then I add a Snapple, nigga want the juice
But he don't want the hassle
Then we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the tent when I'm comin to your town
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
YAH! If you don't want a burn from
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by hoes
What's that rhythm what's that sound
Party people getting down
When it hit the baddest man
Just breathe in, till then
And keep it movin, baby keep it movin
I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh
And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin
Baby we be movin, you know we keep it moo..RARHRAH
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're ready to spark up the Meth-Tical
Let me hear you say stim-uli
[Chorus
When I was mustered out I thought without a doubt That I was through with all my care and strife I thought that I was then The happiest of men But after months of tough civilian life Gee, I wish I was back in the Army The Army wasn't really bad at all Three meals a day For which you didn't pay Uniforms for winter, spring and fall
I be doin on my enemies
Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
Emotion, rushin through your down street vicinity
Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity
(Tical.... tical... ti-cal, ti-cal...)
As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh
Keep it movin, and keep it movin uh
Keep it movin baby we be movin uh
Keep it movin, we keep it huh RHARHHH
What's that rhythm what's that sound
Party people getting down
When it hit the baddest man
Just release, yo delf!!
[Verse Two:]
My God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for the headpiece you can'
Megaton Lyrics
Het blauw van de hemel ziet groen van de rook, de wind is heet en smaakt naar roest, ijzervijlsel kleurt de wegen. Nu stinkt in de slotgracht de modder en ook de wintertuin is rood en woest, het dorre zand knarst luid om regen. Een stormwind opent ieder graf en scheurt door het verleden, trekt bladzijden van de bomen af, er is te veel geleden.
t copeHet blauw van de hemel ziet groen van de rook, de wind is heet en smaakt naar roest, ijzervijlsel kleurt de wegen. Nu stinkt in de slotgracht de modder en ook de wintertuin is rood en woest, het dorre zand knarst luid om regen. Een stormwind opent ieder graf en scheurt door het verleden, trekt bladzijden van de bomen af, er is te veel geleden.
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from Big Isle
No Stat, my peoples are you with me where you at?
Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean thick
Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'
What is it? Niggaz think they bigga
Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol
They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Then I add a Snapple, nigga want the juice
But he don't want the hassle
Then we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the tent when I'm comin to your town
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
YAH! If you don't want a burn from
The Saddest Song (Acoustic) Lyrics
Only two more days until your birthday, yesterday was mine. You'll be turning five. I know what it's like growing up without your father in your life. So I pretend I'm doing all I can and hope someday you'll find it in your heart to understand why I'm not around and forgive me for not being in your life. I remember waiting for you to come. Rememb
GLOCKOnly two more days until your birthday, yesterday was mine. You'll be turning five. I know what it's like growing up without your father in your life. So I pretend I'm doing all I can and hope someday you'll find it in your heart to understand why I'm not around and forgive me for not being in your life. I remember waiting for you to come. Rememb
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by hoes
What's that rhythm what's that sound
Party people getting down
When it hit the baddest man
Just breathe in, till then
And keep it movin, baby keep it movin
I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh
And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin
Baby we be movin, you know we keep it moo..RARHRAH
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're ready to spark up the Meth-Tical
Let me hear you say stim-uli
[Chorus