| Line | Answer | Words |
|---|
| One time, yeah, yeah, yo | |
| one beat, one stage, | |
| on the front page | |
| one girl, and one crib. | |
| how to do things that son did, | |
| like a cup of | |
| mixed with 151, | |
| writin' names on my | |
| mad violence, | |
| this hood politics | |
| Leave bodies | |
| Seeds watch us, | |
| Police watch us | |
| One knee I ducked, | |
| But my luck | |
| the cop | |
| bus stops, glass bursts, | |
| Richochetin between | |
| Blackin' out as | |
| This is my hood | |
| 'til everybody come home, | |
| Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, | |
| Sip from the | |
| In this life of | |
| and coppers | |
| with no conscience, | |
| If you really think | |
| with nines out | |
| is about | |
| Yo, all I need is | |
| all i need is | |
| that's | |
| all | |
| one mic | |
| | Line | Answer | Words |
|---|
| all i need is one mic... | |
| all i need is | |
| and one pen, one prayer. | |
| Matter fact, | |
| look back, at | |
| against me | |
| Jesus died at age | |
| from twin glocks, there's | |
| which means, one of my guns | |
| 27 hit your crew, | |
| Everybody gotta die sometime, | |
| shot up, bullets tear | |
| Nothin' is fair, | |
| shootin' from wheelchairs | |
| Tastin' revenge in the air | |
| for too many years, | |
| Now I'm strapped with | |
| too many nines | |
| Get busy, load up | |
| Do more than | |
| until you empty | |
| They bust | |
| They rust | |
| Lead flyin, feel it? | |
| That we take | |
| Lie 'em down | |
| my niggas, | |
| All I need is one mic | |
| All I need is one mic | |
| All I need is one mic | |
| to do his thing y'know | |
| All I need is one life, | |
| What I stand for | |
| They don't understand, | |
| | Line | Answer | Words |
|---|
| too egotistical | |
| The same way | |
| Wonder what my secrets is | |
| Only if they know, | |
| I have none | |
| I'm blastin cause | |
| Thought I wouldnt | |
| Fooled you | |
| What you call an | |
| eternal souls clashin, | |
| Some beef is everlastin | |
| Brothers knifin each other up in prison yards | |
| You know the | |
| Every night it was like | |
| Body found in the dumpster | |
| Purchased my range, | |
| Jealous cause fiends | |
| Bitches left me cause | |
| Shoulda knew she wasn't true | |
| Diamonds are blindin' | |
| Movin with a change of pace, | |
| Swellin my melon | |
| Heard he was, tellin police, | |
| This is crazy | |
| I'm finally found | |
| The time is now | |
| one mic | |
| All I need is one mic | |
| **** cash | |
| **** the cars, the jewelry | |
| one mic | |
| |
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Musician by Picture
Figure Out the Disney Lyrics II
