|
BL Menu
Login to papapaya.com
Sponsored Links
|
|
Lyric [Words From The Nutcracker]
|
|
|
| Album: Hard to Earn |
Sick thoughts on my mind with no self-control
Uplift your soul and make the brothers wanna roll
Sixteen years old with heart that's gold
Yo check it check it out like this, here we go
Run around the streets cold strapped like an alley rat
But now I'm gettin much props like a fat cat
A young mack but I don't think I'm all that
I just can't sweat another brother's bozack
So what the fuck, y'all movin on up
Gonna swim in big bucks, like Scrooge McDuck
And if ya don't like and you wanna step up
Then open your mouth, and suck my nuts
Melachi the Nutcracker, I'm always gettin blacker
Fatter, I bust a fat rhyme to make your head shatter
I'm from the Bronx, New York City
The big fuckin Apple where the niggaz get busy
God bless the dead, and God rest my pops
Peace to the niggaz goin out bustin shots... |
| Top |
Ratings [Words From The Nutcracker]
Current rating for this lyric:
0.00
after 0 votes.
|
|
Add Comment [Words From The Nutcracker]
|
|
|
HI!
Welcome to BestLyrics.org, the best lyric site on the web!
Finding the lyric you need is easy, you can use our Lyrics Browser or
use our Search function.
At the moment our database contains 124005 lyrics!
|
|
Links
|
 |
|
|
