dat whistle. Blow dat whistle. [Royce Da 5'9"] Yes - we brothers of the same kind, un-blind Yes - same mind duckin one-time, same nine Yes - I aim fine what
to me, we can't be together I read your diary and your letter Boy, I found out you were a player You wanna make up stories, whatever 'Cause you proved to me, we
Bizkit We could've stopped, you wanted the best? Then don't get the fuckin' Backstreet Boys CD 'Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit Balls made
' Amber, nothin' but love My brother Denzel D, what up nigga? My nigga Artie, Den-Ten, Hotzone, what up? My nigga Sun, what up nigga? Fred, what's happenin'? Holla Slig, what
get hurt This is official made only for dance flo experts And party animals and me bein a prim canibal flammable
To me you were more than just a lover I made you part of all my dreams I bragged to my fellas about you I made you my wifey, mother of my kids Why you
the tip of his cerebelum 70 cc's of denjI should brain-accel him Nurse, increase the IV (But doc that may kill him!) Word, we got technology, we can
nose And while your, nose is drippin, and drainin blood I be standing over you screamin, "nigga, what, what? ! nigga what? !" Niggas feel my
Nigga you could not believe how really ill and trife it was Fed up so we headed on a serious mission Wishin, that we could better our position Two businessmen, guru and prim', we
greener- you wanna settle this name your arena? Chorus First we made the Wheel Then we made the Car Then we made the Bomb Now it?s all gone wrong We
To me you was more than just a lover, And I put you above all of my dreams I bragged to all the niggas about you I made you my wifey, mother of my
like Nero Makes you wonder what the fuck you're voting for For a change vote who the fuck are you kidding me What we need is some good old fashioned
go smoke things Let dank or chocolate tai so we can all get high I touch any beat wit heat I pack Nigga, I frequent that In my never-ending quest see you scratch Speakin facts, we
nose And while your, nose is drippin, and drainin blood I be standing over you screamin, "Nigga, WHAT, WHAT?! Nigga WHAT?!" Niggas feel my presence, like
Nigga you could not believe how really ill and trife it was Fed up so we headed on a serious mission Wishin, that we could better our position Two businessmen, Guru and Prim', we
Nothin' but love. My brother Denzel D. what up nigga? My nigga Artie, Den-Ten, Hotzone, what up? My nigga Sun, what up nigga? Fred, what's happenin'? HOLLA Slig, what
Capp & Frenchie] [Intro & Chorus:] GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep