W.C. Lyrics

W.C. Lyrics

"Survival Of The Fittest (featuring Dre'sta & Young Shane) Lyrics"

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Sleep insane, sleep insane, sleep insane, sleep insane, sleep insane, sleep insane, Dream the inside, dream my own. Once escape... star filled road. Dream the inside, dream my own. Once escape... star filled road.

[W.C.]
Uh, dat's riir, niir!
Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest
Introducing ya'll to the newest members of my clique:
Young Shane, wit Young Hogs, Dre'sta the Gangsta
and we are: Bandana Swangin' Productions (Yo, Toones!)
Can you feel this realness? Nothin' can save ya
From the school full of big tails, Dickies and Ben Davis
The one and only witta chrome pistole
For those who don't know me: Bandana Swangin' Parole
Dub witta capital 3rd letter
Down for whatever, whenever takin' the berettas to bangin' for cheddar
Forever bailin' in my overalls and work- (?)
Breakin' jaws
Dre'sta the Gangsta, Dub C and the Young Hogs
[Young Shane]
It's the young Desperado! My model is to bang foe the hood,
bring the pain foe the hood, cuz it's all tooted good
On the reala, a young killa, a young thrilla, mashin'
the enemy goes down for (?) scrillaSay It Again Lyrics
Oh all I needed, was one look One magic moment, was all it took From that moment, I loved you so Now that I’ve found you I’m never going to let you go So come on say it, say it again It sounds so good, say it one more time and then If you mean it say it again The hard part’s over and the loving part begins Oh hold me closer, make me warm I feel wanted here in your arms I’ve been lonely for too long
> To whom it may concern: fool, I need a "Burn" like Militia
All ridas creepin' about to getcha
It's the same, loc, don't get it twisted when I bail through
One Bandana Swangin' wit bottles on both sides
Chorus:
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Who wanna witness? All my rides wit hustle handle their business (?)
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Who wanna witness? All my ladies wit hustle handle their business (?)
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Who wanna witness? Real rides, be wise and handle your business
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Who wanna witness? Bandana Swangin' [be bangin' and bringin' their business]
[Dre'sta]
Mic check, 1, 2, what you bustas wan' do or gon' do?
Now that real rides are upon you. I warned you and alarmed you!
The bandanas will be swangin' when we swarm through, was born to!
[Cap to mak
Stagnation Lyrics
Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die fo... A dog stares into a gramaphone trumpet Waits for his call to action Mute and obedient, standing to attention Look a little closer, the dog is a man Working on the factory floor as hard as he can The trumpets
e the minds of all remainin' (?)]
Make these girls and the thugs in the club dance.
Dre'sta the Gangsta makin' you bang your head and bounce
Shout from the West to East, Midwest and Dirty South!
Dub C, my niir, yeah
Young Hogs born to thug wit me and Muggs
and Green Bug California Love, homie (?) chases only,
women upon me, never phony, get it lonely, you can ride upon me
Lyrically fictive (?) be the loc'est
whack rappers claiming' dat they're the dopest
When hopeless brothers be the brokest
Saddest song dat you ever heard
Shinin some light on all you bustas like the Ghetto bird!
And that's (?)
Chorus:
[W.C.]
Ugh! Ah, Good Evening! Do not attempt to adjust your radio!
Ain't nuttin' wrong, we have taken control to bring you the special show:
Bandana Swangin'! Who me? Huh, I'm known as Dub C alias the shadiest one.
Ey, Dre'sta, what you got?
The Gate To The Hereafter Lyrics
In darknesses I saw her cheerless world, In which eyes are drowned like aimless shots. Oh, orphaned was the rose, which her flower was taken away And never again hasn't bloomed among asfodels of Hades. Even one tear is more that I'd wish. And words countless, which I can't say ever more. The words from my lips someone removed, My vain longing not seeing. How cold is arm of uninvited sorrow, Which hasn't stopped fr
[Dre'sta]
I got a slug foe every mug dat wanna look at me evil
And got a clutch foe all fake thugs and scandalous people.
If you test Dre it's suicide. Lyrical drive by
Makin' sure you suckas die. Only ya bye-bye (?)
And the moves (?) of the 5-0 got rappers study
And us gangstas like revival since my arrival.
And roll wit hogs dat get it's on, raw and ball till we fall
And revolve all broads to (??)
[W.C.]
From the land of the scandalous, sho dogs and locs
I represent the chronic (?) and smashes of gun smoke.
For this box Regal to Martinis (?) sippers on a do low
3 time felons, double eye for [strinkin' pulo (?)], you know
The shadiest, shadiest wanted ‘em all but call
Dub C the Ghetto manifesto, still standin' tall
Bandana Swangin' till the wheels fall off
And all my momma bear the realest niirs to ever lay ya'll
Chorus: [2x]