raised in hell c bo

featuring Big Syke Verse One: C Bo I was born in hell without a pistol Now how can I survive with one live without a vest and 4 5?

hard labor c bo

the game Test me, you ain't Hussein Outlaw like Josey Wales Too tough to try to change C-Bo, they take me, change no We just slow at home Ready for war plus we deadly Verse 2: [Young Noble - Outlaw

survival 1st c bo

Verse 1: (C-Bo) It could be the napalm, droppin' non stop bombs, Armed like vietnam, dominatin' like King Kong. Lyrical madness, step up, take up, and start blastin'.

fo ridas c bo

million dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack sack from 'ol skool seven-deuce Chevy's an glass packs representin to the fullest, the west-side of the map where we roll strapped wit black ridas stuck in

Mississippi Bo Weavil1 Blues Charley Patton

Sees a little boll weevil2 keeps movin' in the, Lordie! You can plant your cotton and you won't get a half a bale, Lordie Bo weevil, bo weevil, where's your native home?

big gangsta c bo

[Featuring Laroo Lil' Bo The Mob Figgas] I see so many murders in these Cali streets I load the strap in the battle won wit death to get beat who ever thinks of defeat? When in ??? ???

ghetto flight c bo

[Featuring Pizzo] [C Bo] It's 1994 gang bangin' done played out But I still stay strapped cause I don't wanna get played out On the concrete with internal bleedin' Moms at my hand screamin': 'Bo

gas chamber c bo

(Verse1) It's time to drop the gas from the chamber Niggas on AWOL rearrange your Face with the quickness And it's the Garden Block sickness that got a nigga in this shit So you better watch your

357 c bo

Verse 1 (C Bo) My first name is Smith my last name is Wesson but in yo hood I'm known as 357 have yo neighborhood punk quick to shoot a man an have Clark Kent thinkin that he's superman wit six

desperado outlaws c bo

Ballin in a 600SL drop top with the fat V12 Money hella long smoke blunts not a bong Niggas can't fuck cos I crunch em like Kong I be deadly as The Predator My .50 calibre Desert Eagle'll spread

all i ever wanted c bo

[Featuring Lunasicc 151] Chorus: C Bo All I ever wanted was a pair of Nikes A Lexus a mansion and eternal life Maybe what it was I was askin for too much Prayin to God thinkin 'did he give a fuck

can we all ball c bo

the town But we brung shit like Hitler bail em with a Sigma Switch with the first shot gotta check the spot Burnin rubber out the parkin lot pointin out the window Stuck off indo bumpin my nigga C

boo yow c bo

We like to murder in combat war on the streets .4 5 Glock 40's on sight to see Me and the homies run deep like a wild pack of wolves Attack like the Congo's when niggas talk bull Better step and

money by the ton c bo

And every hundred dollar bill weigh a gram and there's 28 grams in an ounce and there's 16 ounces in a pound How many pounds is it in a ton? Got to be about your uhh uhh uhh.....

deadly game c bo

never was no choir boy Ya folks got a gang of priors Maybe that's why the one time's be triflin Tryin to give a young nigga thirty five to life When I ain't even done nothin wrong off icer I have no in

professional ballers c bo

Killa Tay [Marvaless] Yeah ladies first so watch me set it off even the brothers can't touch us Professional Ballers is what they call us ain't no tellin who we're bailin Kentucky Texas ATL strikin in

Bo Bo Bo Boogie Down Productions

Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack The only way to deal with racism if you're black Well seven

Bo! Bo! Bo! Boogie Down Productions

Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack The only way to deal with racism if you're black Well, seven in

til my casket drops c bo

ride til they rue with the attitude of 'fuck the world' from tryin to kill us everytime we move You're perpetratin to be a killer but I know you're fakers Them jealous cowards killed my nigga 2PAC in

real niggas c bo

featuring Mob Figgas Verse One: C Bo Twenty five years old still tryin to make a livin off a one live then they're only slugs give a nigga Fuck holes in my chest took my last breath I squeeze

Raised HOLLIN

I was raised on the dark we taken enervation and with I hesitation I was born feet in the dust I built my refutation far for recunation And If I have to our lift my sell up to the heavens our take you

BO$$ Fifth Harmony

gettin\' Oprah dollas Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin\' Oprah dollas Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin\' Oprah dollas Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin\' Oprah dollas C-O-N-F-I-D-E-N-T

no pain no gain c bo

* called for Bo-Loc As I ride, ride til I die Best to hide, nigga, when I hit your block I bring death on the suckers when my Glock is cocked I got hops in my Coupe, a pocket full of loot and it don't

Raised In Hell Venom

Raised in hell's infernal flame raised to rule on earth Crucify the martyrs soul To give the infant birth Hearts of titans powerful Fighting the good fight Lillith puts him to her breast And holds

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뒤 다 줄 맞춰 내가 지휘할 테니까 교양 없이 듣는 예능 Symphony 오늘은 토요일 무한대를 그려봐 Let’s Go Boom Boom Boom 무슨 말이 필요해 Shut Up And Drop Drop Drop The Bass Drop Drop Drop The Bass 쿵쿵쿵 내 심장을 뛰게 해 더 크게 That that Boom bo

ABC The Jackson 5

bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo You went to school to learn girl things you never knew before like I before E except after C and why 2 plus 2 makes 4 now now now I'm gonna teach you teach you

Raising Hell Run D.M.C.

Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings We''re raisin hell like a class when the lunchbell rings The king will be praised, and hell will be raised S-s-s-suckers try to faze him but D won''t be fazed

Re-Rewind The Artful Dodger

Selecta Re rewind, when The crowd say Bo Selecta Re rewind, when The crowd say Bo Selecta Re rewind, when The crowd say Bo Bo Bo Re rewind, when The crowd say Bo Selecta Re rewind, when The

Shottas (Feat. Sizzla, Cam'Ron) Juelz Santana

BO! BO! Make four shots now Now all ladies more ladies all guys down Say Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Four times now Shake that ass like a shotta hoe, get in shotta mode (Yeah!)

Hell On Wheels Brantley Gilbert

Duke Make room for a real outlaw Duct tape on that license plate A six gun in the dash Is thunder in the hood Heaven from a still Lighter and a jar And brother I'm hell on wheels Said I'm hell on wheels

Recipe Of A Hoe BO$$

[Bo$$] Guess who? The down ass bitch BO$$! Speakin' on how ya dick'll be getting' Shot clear the fuck off! If ya keep, talkin' that shit cuz all bitches aint hoes!

Pigmeat Ry Cooder

(C7) Just look here mama Don't pick pig meat the way you (C) do (F7) Don't pick pig meat the way you (C) do (C7) Don't be (G7) lieve it's pig meat Ask (F7) anybody in the neighborhood (C) Don't

BO$$ Dissimiler H

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Bo Rob De Nijs

Bo Ze zeggen dat jij eenzaam bent Bo Ik heb je nauwelijks gekend Je was nooit bang alleen te zijn Maar wat nu Ben je echt vergeten waar ik ben Bo Ik was zo blij dat jij bestond Want jij Jij geloofde dat

Shottas Juelz Santana

BO! BO! Make four shots now Now all ladies more ladies all guys down Say Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Four times now Shake that ass like a shotta hoe, get in shotta mode (Yeah!)

Shottas (Album Version (Explicit)) Juelz Santana

BO! BO! Make four shots now Now all ladies more ladies all guys down Say Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Four times now Shake that ass like a shotta hoe, get in shotta mode (Yeah!)

riders c murder

[C Murder] Niggas (what?) Would you ride for the cause? (hell yeah!) Would you die for the cause? (fuckin right!) How many niggas would ride and die for you? (we riders!)

Get Bucked, Get Crunked C-Murder

[hook]2x Uh Ohhhh, there them TRU Boys go Uh Ohhhh, hit the muthafuckin flo' [T-Bo] Aaaaaaaah!!

Run, Catch, And Kill BO$$

Hook: Run, catch and kill, this comes back like a boomerang with a dildo for real though (repeat) [Bo$$] Sell me some more dreams sucker but this ain't gettin better In fact, this whole thing is

Die Sucht VFL BO

ich nur bloß Schon wieder verloren es hat keinen Sinn Die andern sie lastern ich fuhl’ mich so schlimm Diese Sucht VfL ist bei uns unstillbar Wir steh’n alle hinter dem einen Verein Wir sind alle hier in

Bye Bye Bokelberg BO

In Monchengladbach Stadtteil Eicken im Stadion Bokelberg entfachte unsere Borussia so manches Fußballfeuerwerk Hier ist die Fohlenelf geboren zog in die Bundesliga ein holte mit allerfeinsten Toren

Ain't Hard 2 Find 2pac

(Tupac) They say Intro/Chorus: (B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin (C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips (Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer (Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent

Bo$$ (Boss) (Cover) Various Artists

heavy gettin' Oprah dollars Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars C

Progress Of Elimination BO$$

[Bo$$] Who am I to flip a wicked Bitch? Business is Business But now the revelation has revealed How the Bo$$ Bitch is trying to get rich!

Remember Me Bo Bice

to moonn6pence from shootingstar The dawn is close And sheds its light on me It makes me feel like what we had was really nothing at all Now do you care, but am I in this alone But maybe I am Oh

You're The Only Hell Your Mama Ever Raised Warrant

Well I heard mama late last night She was talking to my father Now it's time that boy was shipping out And I mean come hell or high water Smokes and spits and drinks and fights And his friends all look

Die Seele Brennt BO

Send BO Ringtones to Cell Phone Seit uber hundert Jahren zieht`s uns magisch zu Dir hin Du die Sonne unser Heimat nach Dir steht uns der Sinn wir durchschritten dunkle Taler und erklommen stolze Hoh

Tale Of The Runaways Maylene And The Sons Of Disaster

We controlled our destiny, but in a moment HELL RAINED DOWN ON OUR PARADE AND MA WAS THE LAST ONE TO THE GRAVE Planned our future never thinkin' anything could go wrong.

Na Przekor Nowym Czasom Andrzej Piaseczny

esz bo Tu trzeba si? na pokaz ?mia? Bo winien jeste? to Gdzie? obok lustra wieszam wzrok Cho? to miał by? historii krzyk Idola sprzed mych paru lat A zn?w chc? sob? by? Pozw?

Suffering, The Sweet Suffering Deranged

Suffering Pain In total anguish I raised my voice. Let my body be an instrument of filth. In life and hell. Suffocate, in life and hell we?ll suffocate. Step into my world and feel the rage.