last Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese Now you cant do shit cause your 6
Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute Sa-salute, sa-salute [Verse 6 - Lil Wayne] Commander in chief
word wrote in this song Except the 5th Commandment, thou shall not kill I obviously ignored it 'cause my blood shall not spill So I chose to squeeze first put you 6
or get fucked up, nigga 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 hit it one more time Follow my, ghetto commandments Follow my, ghetto commandments [Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg]
slice you up with ease I am temptation, so get down on your fucking knees Never cut a deal with the pastor I am the 6-star general and these are my commands
is to geeet close the planet and try to connect - Go it - Platform 5,gate 29 get ready to fly - Got it - Countdown to exit: 10.9.8.7.6.5.4.3.2...1.0 -
Yo Russell Simmons, this is your commander in chief Of your West Coast operations, Havoc the Mouthpiece My orders are to assemble a team of 6 of the West
checking in by A-T-L (Uh Oh) With my home boy, Bone Crusher(Uh Oh) and a my homie Dru, two, oh c'mon dunk(15x)(Uh Oh 2x)(Bring it On, what?)(6x) (Chorus
Who got them Tecs? Fuck alla y'all! [ScareCrow] Psychodelical spirits they spiral inside a kaleidoscope What would happen if I traveled back in time, And replaced the Ten Commandments
I got blasted When I stepped up out tha Cadillac Vision blur I'm seein' 9-9 I was up on my back seein' a 6-6 up on a street sign Lil Buck slamed right
flow and let the people know So won't you ease on down to the Yellow Brick Road to Compton? But first let me show you somethin' I possess the 10 commandments
Lord does require Lifeless without breath Wood and rock were hewn Men did idolize These pagan gods of stone Heathens disobeyed Defying God's commands
system They taught me with an anthem It seems like I'm one of them A kind of people I can't describe They got a number between their eyes Identity has been commanded
can dis the pugelist? Rappers tried, and now they calcified up in formaldehyde Your valves canals divide I scalp hides my names italicized to chastise replicants of nexus 6
I cannot kick them out Their claws are wrapped around my throat and they are squeezing tighter Insanity is coming over me Their every wish is my command
dead Oh the song of the future has been sung All the battles have been won On the mountain tops we stand All the world at our command We have opened
