bishop - river
Like a river, like a river
Like a river, like a river
Like a river, like a river
Shut your mouth and run me like a river
How do we fall in love
Harder than a bullet could hit ya?
How do we fall apart
Faster than a hair pin trigger?
Don't you say, don't you say it
Don't say, don't you say it
One breath, it'll just break it
So shut your mouth and run me like a river
Shut your mouth, baby stand and deliver
Holy hands, ooh they make me a sinner
Like a river, like a river
Shut your mouth and run me like a
Choke this love till the veins start to shiver
One last breath till the tears start to wither
Like a river, like a river
Shut your mouth and run me like a river
Tales of an endless heart
Curses is the fool who's willing
Can't change the way we are
One kiss away from killing
Don't you say, don't you say it
Don't say, don't you say it
One breath, it'll just break it
So shut your mouth and run me like a river
Shut your mouth, baby stand and deliver
Holy hands, ooh they make me a sinner
Like a river, like a river
Shut your mouth and run me like a river
Choke this love till the veins start to shiver
One last breath till the tears start to wither
Like a river, like a river
Shut your mouth and run me like a river
Like a river, like a river, (ooh-oh-oh)
Like a river, like a river, (ooh-oh-oh)
Like a river, like a river
Shut your mouth and run me like a river
Hey! Ooh oh oh
Hey! Ooh oh oh (like a river)
Hey, ooh oh oh
Ooh oh oh (like a river)
Like a river
Shut your mouth baby stand and deliver (stand and deliver)
Holy hands, ooh they make me a sinner (make me a sinner)
Like a river, like a river (like a river)
Shut your mouth and run me like a river (and run me like a river)
Choke this love till the veins start to shiver (start to shiver)
One last breath till the tears start to wither (ooh-ooh)
Like a river, like a river
Shut your mouth and run me like a river
bishop - true crimes
True crime (five squad)
True crime, true crime, true crime, true crime
Good lord they shootin at me, smile on my face cuz im trigger happy
B*tch get my drink and make it snappy, for I leave your ass screamin for a taxi
True crimes and nothing but, I just seen that nigga Ruben jack an ice cream truck
Then cut across the street and rob a pizza hut (gimme the pizza!)
American Idol ain?t my title, Im Elmer Fudd with a bigass riffle
Lurkin a block homicidal, and robbin nuns gimmie ya bible (kidding)
Don?t you know im loco holmes?
Wit a trench coat like Sherlock Holmes, full of shotguns and bigass chromes
Set to break in all your homes, and take that take that like Puffy Combs!
[Chorus]
gimmie ya gun, gimmie your knife --- its true crimes better run for your life!
Hide your kids, hold your wife---its true crimes better tuck your ice!
Clutch your purse and stash your cash---its true crimes ima bounce some glass
Call the cops and lock your doors---its true crimes and im takin yours
Pull up to the store in a pick up, mask and gloves guess what it?s a stick up
Gimmie all your money honey and a big gulp and two quick picks b*tch don?t say no Im so
Outta my mind I cant be serious, get hit so hard youll have an outta body experience
No interference with the current procedins, or youll be volunteering for some serious beatins
?Oh Hi? oh my it?s a tough guy, get your face messed up like on Vanilla Sky
used to be a super sized, now you?re a small fry, aint got enough gas so I do a walk by
HEY! That a nice Motarola wth GPS? Punk hand it ova! For I deck yo ass for your old carolla and roll your ass up like a peachin folder
[Chorus]
gimmie ya gun, gimmie your knife --- its true crimes better run for your life!
Hide your kids, hold your wife---its true crimes better tuck your ice!
Clutch your purse and stash your cash---its true crimes ima bounce some glass
Call the cops and lock your doors---its true crimes and im takin yours
(Shit) aint nothing left to spit, I done kicked enough shit to get the world on my dick
Ima meany in a beamy got that Magic Stick, they in bikinis eny meny,?let me take my pick
Its like MJ and Missy ?yo is that your chick?? the way im pimpin in this game itll make ya sick
Im in a deck of wood grain with a top to flip, while your faggot ass is ridin on a bike like ?B*tch!? (SKREECH!)
This aint no game, im half division cataclysm bringing extra ammunition you could really end up missin if you freakin with my mission youll be needin a mortician your new beautician
Im not thru dissin so you listen and pay close attention OK before I go from rapper to killa milla gorilla the mack milla and spilla ya to get me wreckin shit like mecha-godzilla YEAH!
[Chorus]
gimmie ya gun, gimmie your knife --- its true crimes better run for your life!
Hide your kids, hold your wife---its true crimes better tuck your ice!
Clutch your purse and stash your cash---its true crimes ima bounce some glass
Call the cops and lock your doors---its true crimes and im takin yours
True crime, true crime, true crime, true crime
Truce crime, true crime, true crime, true crime ([trails off?])
bishop - u know u ghetto
You know you ghetto (don't be ashamed)
you ghetto
you ghetto (don't be ashamed)
you ghetto
you know you ghetto
You kow you ghetto when you got rats and roaches
the fan in the window, front door wide open
you know you ghetto when you say "i aint offended"
change the channel with some pliers, got a hanger for aantennae
you know you ghetto eatin chicken everyday
with color weave in your hair, and you trickin for a pay
gold teeth in your mouth
out talkin loud
and the car that you drive cost more than your house
you know you ghetto when your job is illegal
live in the projects with furniture like rich people
you know you ghetto when you cook with lard
and the only credit you got is your food stamp card
you know you ghetto when you own section 8
have dues everyday, but you pay your bills late
understand this song, get your jam on
and yo grandma whip you with whatever she get her hands on
(chorus)
you know you ghetto (look at the way you walk)
you ghetto (c'mon listen to how you talk)
you ghetto (look at the clothes you wear)
you ghetto ( haa look at that style of hair)
you know you ghetto picken boogers then you flick em
and eat with your hands stead of washin em, you lick em
you dont know your daddy
and your hair nappy
people catch the Holy Ghost in church gettin happy
you know you ghetto call a crib your house
be at funerals screamin, fightin then fall out
you know you ghetto sellin clothes you stole
and when you go out its like a fashion show
you know you ghetto with a name like Shaniqua
Pookie, red and peanut butter puttin codes in your beeper
when you her stuff, helicopter, city bus
gettin fucked in an ice cream truck
(chorus)
you know you ghetto only shop when theres a sale
late everywhere you go with an excuse to tell
you know you hetto when you pee outside
catch bronchitis, get ??? and sleep tight
you know you ghetto when yall stealin cable
cussin and DJin on underground radio
sayin yo mama jokes
fightin on talk shows
mattress against the wall
aint no frame, its on the floor
you know you ghetto with dreads, doo rags and braids
weaves, colorful nails, afros, half way waves
you ghetto, wont pay back money that you borowed
and wearin an outfit you goin to return tomorrow
you ghetto bettin on a number
usin words like uh huhh, naw, and uh uh
instead of sayin mom you say ma, instead of dad you say da
you see nickel stores, barbeques, and laundromats
(chorus)
you know you ghetto punchin aint playin house right
your kids barefoot, playin outside
eat food off the ground, sayin God bless the church
let your kids drink beer, talkin bout it gives em worms
you know you ghetto borrowin your friends clothes
ran out of water supplies from people next door
you know you ghetto heat the house with the oven
and anybody famous from the hood your cousin
you know you ghetto cussin out your teacher
and when somethin happen your mama say Lordy Jesus!
when you use street knowledge
graduate from school and go to jail instead of college
you know you ghetto barbeque-in every holiday
pizza man wont even deliver around your way
where the gang hang out, cornerstore hang out
moms at the gas station beggin for some change now
(chorus)
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