Time Waits for No Man
Rasco lyrics
Rasco lyrics
"Gunz Still Hot Remix Lyrics"
Beauty Of Simplicity Lyrics
It's the beauty of simplicity That brings me down to my knees I'll Praise You for eternity And Lord I love you because you, you first loved me It's the beauty of simplicity that fills me with eternity I tasted your divinity and Lord I love you Because you, you first loved me and all God's people say we, we love you we love you lord we love you and we, we love you we love
It's the beauty of simplicity That brings me down to my knees I'll Praise You for eternity And Lord I love you because you, you first loved me It's the beauty of simplicity that fills me with eternity I tasted your divinity and Lord I love you Because you, you first loved me and all God's people say we, we love you we love you lord we love you and we, we love you we love
f/ Ed O.G., Reks
[Reks]
Now Folks listen here, R-E-K-S.
Yo, we done trekked from the east coast.
Get up from my dawg in San Francisco on this Gunz Still Hot Remix.
Rasco, Ed O.G., livin' legends in the game,
barkin' wit' one of the young dawgs.
We about to set it like this, c'mon.
[Ed O.G.]
If the suns still hot, then my guns still hot
You number one wit a bullet, wit just one shot
ass-backwards, I'm a dog spelled backwards
Who puff backwards wit tan timbs and black hoods
You gangsta, but testifying for immunity
Write your eulogy, time to close your window of opportunity
Ya career is over for major damages
Cheap labels, whack records, weak managers
Amateurs, pros get paid a fee
Niggas love the
Slug Line Lyrics
I went to the marketplace They said they liked my face Better than a digital watch You got it, we're pros and we can spot it So I thought it was some disease But they were all on their knees Shakin' hands with my picture First we sterilize it Then we merchandise it Everybody tries Everybody buys it Well that's fine Put me on the slug line Punch a pretty hole in my mind Show me where to s
game so much they play for freeI went to the marketplace They said they liked my face Better than a digital watch You got it, we're pros and we can spot it So I thought it was some disease But they were all on their knees Shakin' hands with my picture First we sterilize it Then we merchandise it Everybody tries Everybody buys it Well that's fine Put me on the slug line Punch a pretty hole in my mind Show me where to s
Talk shit behind my back but won't say it to me
Rasco and Reks, now which asshole is next
Ed O.G. is Boston bound
You lost ya skills and lost ya sound, now they at the lost and found
We so hot we take cold shower
get it on for hours, compare your shit to ours...c'mon
[Rasco - Hook 2X]
Ayo, we spit it, you cats better get wit it
Nuttin' but cash man, we stay fresh-fitted
If niggas is layed out then Rasco did it
Find me at the spot wit the guns still hot
[Reks]
I spit 16 bars of the deadliest paragraphs
Take the rap game, divide it by one, and then shatter half
Use the other half for target practice
Every rap cat wit a pad and pen or iron horses turn corks to ashes
Rasco sent to spit, my
Two Old Sidewinders Lyrics
(Hank Cochran - Max D. Barnes - Vern Gosdin) You load the horses I'll pack the rigger Let's tell 'em goodbye and walk out the door One drink and one kiss can lead to too many We ought to know cause we been there before. Eight hours of ridin' will put us in Houston Two hours of sleep to make it or bust Eight seconds of glory you stay in the money And five year old whiskey to wash down the dust. That ain't no
gun hot wit the clip(Hank Cochran - Max D. Barnes - Vern Gosdin) You load the horses I'll pack the rigger Let's tell 'em goodbye and walk out the door One drink and one kiss can lead to too many We ought to know cause we been there before. Eight hours of ridin' will put us in Houston Two hours of sleep to make it or bust Eight seconds of glory you stay in the money And five year old whiskey to wash down the dust. That ain't no
Pistol [???], make ya heart pump, jump and then skip
R E K S wit adrenaline scripts
Keep it rockin' like the pendulum twitch, past millennium tick
Continuous wit, the coast to coast
flows to ya throat, flows you can quote
Alls toe to toe, ready for war, my south paw will pop ya confetti jaw
This ya first taste of Reks dawg, you'll get many more
Rollin' wit two vets, and you bet we armed
I don‘t do threats, when I bark wit the dawgs I bring it on
You whack cats ya lifelines up so beg Regis
If you could make just one more call to the Lord Jesus
[Hook 2X]
[Rasco]
My six-shooter can shoot from all ways, hotter than the sun
For some we get dumb, you know where we from
C-A-B-A-Y the area
Ras' lock it down like a pitbull terrier
My Beantown recruits, rockin' black suits
For all of these whack groups, cause nigga we bout loot
You want proof? I speaks nuttin' but truth
255 feet and get shot off the roof
I be the hitman for grands
Nuttin less than the franks and grands in the hand, reppin' for San Fran
My plan is this, expand the list
Travel the globe and take the world off hold
Spit cold, my ice is froze quite nice
For that price I'm ready to pull that heist
We still precise, pin-point ya joint
Remove the groove, blown outta ya shoes
I can never lose, I bruise tracks for stacks
of them green backs, have me a drink and lean back
and think of all them times I blew those spots
Cover ya knot because the guns still hot
[Hook 2X]