i still remember what we used to say when we said "we're just as one" we were heading for the promised land keep the faith, i'm still close to you. nothing
Stack shot Billy in the back of the head Stack made sure Billy Lyons was dead .45 pistol down in Stack's right hand Sent him away to the Promised Land
Maw, maw miama glory, Hallelujah a??Maw, maw miama glory, Hallelujaha??a?? The sun burns a hole through the 6 AM hazea?? Turns up the volume and shows
your partner by the hand He's a woman, she's a man What's so hard to understand Take your partner by the hand Mona in the promised land Take your partner
that I've got your undivided attention I'm Gonna say this and run under condition one Promise me you gon' stack, promise me you gon' ball Promise me you
Seen it in my head, burning my heart Seen it in my past, back in my home Doesn't make sense, see her again I don't, know I felt it for some time, ever
Bizzy-(Talking)It's East 1999 time. Bizzy-(Rapping)I promise that I'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry. Is
side And I'm the dark side of the force Of course it's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan I be hectic and comin' for the head piece protect it Fuck
Just died All hell breaks loose in the crowd A hopeless helter skelter Another mindless crime Some corner of the world is burning down Heading for a
the running it get sour Still rep the hood to the death A promise is only good if it's kept Niggas'll kill you for less Silence is golden, go 'head,
Hang me up on your wall above the coal fire Keep your promises Keep your promises Hang me up on your wall you're such a cold liar Do what your father
now.. please rise for the singing of our national anthem (Chorus) *paraphrasing "The Jeffersons"* I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen Beans don't burn
for the start of the game And now please rise for the singing of our national anthem I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen, beans don't burn on the
's not a choice, it's a win or lose so what's it gonna be, him or you daddy lie on ya bed, is she lying to your head well it depends on the truth, huh
promise, pretty darling, I didn't know what I was saying And now I'm praying that you won't say it's over Come here, pretty baby, and rest your head
want 'em out, you got to burn 'em out." And brought in the Texas Klan One humid Texas night there were 3 shadows on the harbor Come to burn the Vietnamese
