if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin Gotta make it out of town to flip
silence you niggaz as if I was ? and ? For 2Pac ya dropped nigga who shot ya Saw this beam light, scream like Chewbacca We got twats on lock the tiny ??
you wasn't there Zeke snitched, if he did, I'd be doin' a hundred years Did the interstate, big cities, tiny ones Took over niggaz towns, black ties, tiny
And take the first boat heading west (He enters the abandoned backroom of what was one "Dreamland," opens a trapdoor in the floor and removes a tiny
down (The new style in the house) To the West, my Gz, to the West To your chest, my Gz, to your chest We puttin it down from block to block, to scale this town
I've never seen that little town where You were born It was long before my time and far away But as time goes on I think about You more and more And
weed (He's a rumor weed) I'm a rumor weed (He's a rumor weed) A tiny little story is all I need To make a big mess A tiny little story is all I need
course Breathes fire whenever he speaks Off to town, dear Darcy went But woe is me, oh lament Before a dragon penny was spent He'd started a tiny fire
She put not on her robes of black Nor her robes of brown But she put on her robes of white To ride into Glasgow town And as she rode into Glasgow town
his hand to steady him, he stood and did not turn But smiled and wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen" The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns
Cleveland City where tha St. Clair thug chill Come and kick it wit an clair playa Everybody when I said it stay off tha hook now Cleveland, C town, nigga
tha st. clair thug chill Come and kick it wit an clair playa [flesh-n-bone] Everybody when i said it stay off tha hook now Cleveland, c town, nigga
You went down in the very first round Sitting ringside in a tiny town Knock out, knock out First round, first round Ooh, when you call You will call
Hi, there your friendly neighborhood sadist Want to take you for a ride Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry Two tiny purple hands crawling
Once in a town in the black forest a little white toy-shop stood. And the little tin soldier with only one leg lived in a castle of wood. And across the
mat You'd be left with nothing if it weren't for that When you need to find it it's right behind you Remember when you were the talk of the town And
torn up, thrown away Love flies on wings Oh be joyful Try knock 'em stiff Send in the clowns Popskull Here come the clowns Welcome all to tiny town Send
We've laid the cables and the wires We've split the wood and stoked the fires We've lit our town so there is no Place for crime to hide Our little church