Packin' A Gun
Yo I don't think they're ready for this one
Another Darkchild remix
Brandy, RJ, Big Pun, Fat Joe, Terror Squad
Come on
[Big Pun]
Hear the truth shorty
With my fruit punch and my forty
Sweeter than candy, Brandy's the only one for me
You get it up
It's only the middle of the week
But when you called Joe and Pun
You kept it real with the streets
That's the true honor
Not the jewels or Garbana
Any fool can't accomplish just a few hundred dollars
That's paper thin, I got my mamma out the apron
I'm loyal to her from eight to ten
Mak
Pine Leaves
(They gave their lives during the occupation
Arranged at the end of Japan
It was not a concentration camp
Annihilation
A million dead here
Annihilation)
And still we believe
As ghost presence
How does it show a dream
As ghosts
Decide
I've heard the same
How does this end
They come from
They come from verdant albion
And still
Still they breathe
The corpor of this leaden leaf
Folding out with ghost
Censure
Still in the tub of side for bone shakes
These apes were once born
Fluid now
That's the truth
Drawn from the in-outlet
(One hundred thousand people perished there)
I still wish I could have seen you all
They lived thousand
The hills at dusk
Because they knew all the horrible
Culturations and evocations
Formulae
From verdant green-yellow puddles
Aesop
Purcell appears in the form of an angel
It's now
No good
Twice
(I want to wish you a happy journey back home)