T Ice lyrics
T Ice lyrics
"Cramp Your Style Lyrics"
Maybe It's Over Lyrics
You were the first And you taught me how to love And you'll always stay close to my heart But it would not be fair it i wouldn't tell you now That it's over, baby it's over You took this lonely child And you taught it how to feel You took the rain clouds from my eyes You made fantasy
You were the first And you taught me how to love And you'll always stay close to my heart But it would not be fair it i wouldn't tell you now That it's over, baby it's over You took this lonely child And you taught it how to feel You took the rain clouds from my eyes You made fantasy
(I cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile) --> Onyx
[ VERSE 1 ]
Ugh, niggas on the d-l casin me out
Truckin my jewels, feelin for the tools
When they come they gots to come correct
Because they know I catch wreck
A well-known wild street vet
Step into the kill zone, baby, it's on
I pack the twin nine-mills that'll lift your dome
Chrome pump with double-eyed slots and such
A fully-auto Mac-dime that is sure to touch
Ya, bust you with the Desert Eagle
Street legal, move against my peole
And the Ice gets evil
Hit you with the .44 Smith & Wes-
Son, you're best to run cause my Tec eats pest
Love Sees Lyrics
In a world of broken souls and lies Few hearts survive Can we find the faith? In a world where trust is soon betrayed A selfish game Can we find the faith? And when it seems that faith is gone And the doubts just carry on Sometimes it seems love is simply blind Love sees what no eye ca
sIn a world of broken souls and lies Few hearts survive Can we find the faith? In a world where trust is soon betrayed A selfish game Can we find the faith? And when it seems that faith is gone And the doubts just carry on Sometimes it seems love is simply blind Love sees what no eye ca
I got a glock with the laser, hot police taser
Step in real close, I hit your throat with the razor
You wanna live or die, it's your decision
Talk shit, you're dissin, i got you in my night vision
Brain fragments on the street released
Another nigga fronts hard, another nigga deceased
I got a H.K., A.K. and a M-16
A 12-gauge street sweeper with the circular clip
Quick to let projectiles fly, you die
And watch your fat moms cry - bull's eye
(I cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile) --> Onyx
What you think all the guns is for?
[ VERSE 2 ]
What's up, niggas don't seem to hear
Still looki
You Can Do Anything Lyrics
Words and Music by Carole King, Carole Bayer Sager & Babyface The sun is shining but not on me Another lonely day What's the use in making plans When nothing's gonna go my way But there's a voice down deep inside me telling me what to say
crazy, let me make this clearWords and Music by Carole King, Carole Bayer Sager & Babyface The sun is shining but not on me Another lonely day What's the use in making plans When nothing's gonna go my way But there's a voice down deep inside me telling me what to say
Fool, the Ice ain't havin it
And when I let loose lead, believe I'm accurate
Fat scope on a 30???6
Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol grip
Pump on my lap at all times
I fill my gauge shells with nickels and dimes
Thompson Center spittin .45 slugs
Black Mac-11, Python .357
Snub-nose .38 or .380
Seventy Automatic, full metal jackets
Hollow points comin atcha fast
You feel the slug before you hear the blast
(I cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile) --> Onyx
Muthafuckas frontin hard
Lookin at niggas crazy and shit
Make a nigga break
Nigga don't want me
I Will Be There For You Lyrics
Show me the star you wish upon and I'll look for it every night When you are far away from me my faith in you will shine When you need a friend tell your heart to send a message out into the blue Find the wings to fly Cross an endless sky I will be there for you You have
to pull outShow me the star you wish upon and I'll look for it every night When you are far away from me my faith in you will shine When you need a friend tell your heart to send a message out into the blue Find the wings to fly Cross an endless sky I will be there for you You have
[ VERSE 3 ]
I don't like shootin but I do shoot straight
Niggas I be rollin with will shoot up a wake
Why you wanna step in the sights of a nigga
Known hair trigger, the coroner delivers
More cold bodies to the morgue each weekend
One minute you bleed, the next minute you're leakin
Best to listen close cause this ain't no boast
And never forget that I leave you wet
Bloody, sticky, holes in your Dickey's
Oh what a pity, lookin all shitty
My Winchester will get the best of ya
Hand grenades will fade all the rest of ya
I reach out and touch you with the parabellum
You got a crew, you better tell em