Craig G lyrics

Craig G lyrics

"Ripped to Streads Lyrics"

Hold On To The World Lyrics
Lucifer: I've been waiting for the fall, I've been waiting for the crash, Wait a minute Mr. Man, Can't you see this is the end, But this is no goodbye. And I've been calling out your name, Oh at least a million times. So wait a minut


(Transformer)

This calls for some affirmative action

( *paper is ripped* )

(Then show me)

(Show me)

Yo, I gotta rip somebody on this one

(Show me)

(All - you - gotta - say)



Give me a bassline, and a mic just in case I'm

Prepared to rhyme and get hype, I won't waste time

Craig G is back in effect with a flow and a flex

And it don't matter who's on next

Cause there won't be a mic left

And the
Disposal Of The Body Lyrics
The basement incinerator Is where they'll put the head Hose the floor and clean the room Anywhere they bled Into boxes go the bags Fill the space with rocks In the dark of night He throws them off the docks Rotting in the river N
stage got ripped from the hype steps

Speakin of steps, don't step to this

Cause Craig G's just too treacherous

With a mic in hand I command like a foreman

And all of my troops'll start stormin

So any MC in the vicinity

You better run or prepare for an injury

Yeah, that's the way I like to flow

One rhyme to your mind's like a death blow

I oughta be jailed for this

But to some it's considered a gift

So I'ma shoot it, just like a Mac-10
Good Times Lyrics
You're right for And I'm a fool if I try to leave I can't get enough of you baby Can you get enough of me Hey yea Good times You give me good time baby You give me good times You give me good time love I don't wanna give up
/> Way to the front and up to the back and

You little wack hip-hop basehead

Here's a rap that'll turn your whole face red

A brother makes three LPs

And he's still sportin Pumas and Lee's

And his label wants to give him the boot

But he owes em so much loot

That they're writin him off with their taxes

It considers his albums as practice

But yet he took the time out to dis me

On some bold chance that he thought he could rip me

He called me his so
Reflections (Chinese) Lyrics
"Zhe shi the can zhe gua guang zho Ching shing the dao ying Shi ling yi ga zhe zhi Gao shu yi wa zhuei geung shi The biao ching bu yuen ying Shung hwa jong yen sheng Jen shing fu yung la Ai wao the zen de yen jing Wao shing
n, but is he sure?

I never slid checks under his door

So yo, watch your step, you little asswipe

Your album sales couldn't generate a flashlight

Or buy you a pack of gum

Your juice spilled, so here's a sponge

And if you try to play me as a kid

Just remember, I know where you live

And next time you hit the pipe

And you think you wrote somethin hype

Just think: I could kill you dead

But nah - I'll just rip you to streads

Punk

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