kill Destroy shit but they able to build Come fuck with the real [Beanie Sigel] It's the Broad Street Bully and the Killah with no face My mack bullets burn
Out across cities I see buildings burn into piles And watch the world in wonder as mountains turn into tiles And trees losing their leaves and our faces
a very little girl, our house caught on fire I'll never forget the look on my father's face As he gathered me up in his arms And raced through the burning building
Yea Buddy You Already know Taylor Gang Taylor Made Taylor Made Money Gang Yeaa, Bitch (laugther) The World Turns(World Turns) The Kush Burns(Burns)
through fire Tryin' to remember it's name When you pass through fire lickin' at your lips You cannot remain the same And if the building's burning move
pass through fire Trying to remember its name When you pass through fire licking at your lips You cannot remain the same And if the building's burning
the pin in the hand grenade Soul stain blowing up in your own domain Firecrackers ooh and ahh but they never maintain Fire's burning, flames are dancing, don't burn
Fire descends on high in the shape of a lion Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion Fire descends on high in the shape of a lion Burn
from on high In the shape of a lion Burn the sacrifice of pride And ride on to Mount Zion Fire descends from on high In the shape of a lion Burn the
pin in the hand grenade Soul stain blowing up In your own domain Fire crackers ohh and aah But they never maintain [bridge] Fires burning Flames are dancing Don't burn
in the hand grenade Soul stain blowing up in your own domain Fire crackers ooh and ahh But they never maintain {bridge} Fires burning Flames are dancing Don't burn
Ain't no hands big enough to save us I've got the vibe I'm coming home I see you close off your windows I see you burn down your throne Yeah! I'm coming
how much we can undo (Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet) On a burning bridge Your
I was a girl Our house caught on fire And I'll never forget the look on my father's face As he gathered me in his arms And raced to the burning building
mouth? And step right over here so we can dance this out These lazy days are way too long Like razor blades under your tongue And the city lights will burn you down Or build
a building downtown, No I don't wanna see when the planes hit the ground. I don't wanna work in a building downtown, I don't wanna work in a building
don't understand. They say; Rococo, Rococo, Rococo, Rococo. Rococo, Rococo, Rococo, Rococo. They build it up just to burn it back down, They build it up just to burn
isn't no going back And its wrong, wrong, wrong But well do it anyway cause we love a bit of trouble Are you pulling her from a burning building Or