W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Dot & The Reverend William Black) Lyrics"
Still Can't Get Over You Lyrics
With my hand in my pocket I wave us off goodbye With the hand that once touched you Dried your tears when you cried Oh I must've loved you I used to tell you all the time Ten times a day and fifty times each night Still I wait for your reply I reach to feel your pillow I move in close and close my eyes But it's just the end of one more lonely dream Just the end of one more
With my hand in my pocket I wave us off goodbye With the hand that once touched you Dried your tears when you cried Oh I must've loved you I used to tell you all the time Ten times a day and fifty times each night Still I wait for your reply I reach to feel your pillow I move in close and close my eyes But it's just the end of one more lonely dream Just the end of one more
[Chorus: P. Dot]
When them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them sirens roar
Better get that money, and be out the door
[W.C.]
Racket, racket, comin' out of the back end
Dead at you, he throwin' the hot lead at you
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready to Die" for what you got
Got a crew with killas behind me, I'm grimey
I'm one of the big body, blowin' cushions where you can find me
For figures, we bust triggers, who could fuck with us?
Dub, E-40, Christ Bearer, plus RZA
Stick you with the Blade, we gots to get paid
And for the moolah, we intertwine like French braids
And I can't fight the feelin
Can't Take It Lyrics
Something strange, Somehow I get the feeling I'm where everyone knows your name, It's not much different, but its surely not the same you'll find peace in knowing now, I'm so sick and tired of hearing myself believe me, I never guessed, You had one up your sleeve well there I go [chorus:] So smile you've done your part, but I'm waiting for someone to say, I cant take it any more,
g like one waySomething strange, Somehow I get the feeling I'm where everyone knows your name, It's not much different, but its surely not the same you'll find peace in knowing now, I'm so sick and tired of hearing myself believe me, I never guessed, You had one up your sleeve well there I go [chorus:] So smile you've done your part, but I'm waiting for someone to say, I cant take it any more,
When it comes down to this gangsta shit and gun play
For the loot, we compute it, quick to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music
[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
I don't care what it takes, we gon' make it
They say the chains too strong for us to break it
Willing to do what it takes for us to make it
And we can overcome anything we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)
[Christ Bearer]
When them guns go off, bitches hit the floor
Or then forty four slugs gonna hit you, ho
I don't care what it takes, I pull out a gear
Fuck the snakes, and Kurtis Blow with The Breaks off
Artie Murphy and the Petty Coat Junction
Get two thirty off the head with cold dumplings
Niggaz jump when the AK bark
C
Hymn Lyrics
when you looked down from the heavens and saw that earth was good you said we should follow one way and that way will lead us home when you came down from the heavens you came with just one plea you said come take up your cross and follow me i will follow you wherever you may lead though the path may be rocky and steep to your ways i will keep i will follow you wherever you may l
rystal grip pump, make the gun niggaz sparkwhen you looked down from the heavens and saw that earth was good you said we should follow one way and that way will lead us home when you came down from the heavens you came with just one plea you said come take up your cross and follow me i will follow you wherever you may lead though the path may be rocky and steep to your ways i will keep i will follow you wherever you may l
You dig? Niggaz ready for war
Been carryin' the world for so long, it ain't heavy no more
And even when the sirens roar, I taught the violence gore to start firing more
And when we run out of bullets, and you still want static?
I grab the three eighty and pull out the automatic
We better get the money, for shootin' Mossbergs and Beretta's
Niggaz ain't shit funny, when it comes to a brawl
Suckin' Northstar, trippin' in
Guns go off, y'all know y'all strippin'
[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
Willing to do what it takes for us to make it
And we can overcome anything we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)
[E-40]
Look out peon, we might of lost the battle, but we won the war
I grab a bullet
Bring Home Da Bacon Lyrics
Rap (Indo G): Now c'mon and tear da club up, Toss and floss 100, Even if you don't want it, But if ya got it flaunt it. Angeldust get the jail break, What the cuff locked up. Snakes can slither like robbers into a bank, My idea of a joke is no high school prank. Call me on da phone and see what ya want, Cause my Three 6 Mafia presents World Domination. Verse One (Keisha): Couldn't alwa
, travel, bodies hit the floorRap (Indo G): Now c'mon and tear da club up, Toss and floss 100, Even if you don't want it, But if ya got it flaunt it. Angeldust get the jail break, What the cuff locked up. Snakes can slither like robbers into a bank, My idea of a joke is no high school prank. Call me on da phone and see what ya want, Cause my Three 6 Mafia presents World Domination. Verse One (Keisha): Couldn't alwa
Can't be scared of your shadow, you gotta have heart
Killas on my soil, will turn off the lights and park
Get out the car, unlock, fill out the chopper and let it chop
Walk off like nothing happened, give a fuck bout a cop
Touch you with the Blade, take off your toupee
Put my dirt in your glocks, sometimes I do my dark in the day
My momma didn't raise no sick, she raised a beast
And I can't rest til my enemies rest in peace
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Run up on me, I'ma knock the hell outta y'all
My back against the ball, strappin' and jackin', I'm puttin' hands on 'em
One hitter, quitter, bob & weavin', karate stance on 'em
Dance on 'em, ran on 'em, and land on 'em
Put my brand on 'em, stand on 'em, because I can on 'em
[Chorus]
[Hook]