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Albums:

Killers 3 CD Brick (The Killers) · Brick by Brick (Iggy Pop) · Brick by Brick (Iggy Pop) · Brick by Brick (grade 8) · Brick by Brick (Iggy Pop) · Brick by Brick (Iggy Pop) · Breed the Killers [Bonus Tracks] (Earth Crisis) · Natural Born Killers [Original Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Breed the Killers (Earth Crisis) · Lipstick Killers (Mercer St. Sessions) (New York Dolls) – and 90 other albums »


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Three little pigs of Green Jelly
It's Cloudly Now Album of Aviv Gefen (Hebrew)
What's up? of 4 NON BLONDES
a REAL live one
[Aesop Rock]
I start my city with a brick (one brick)
Then add another brick (two bricks)
Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
I
killer bee sting remains accurate like a marksman 

So, tape with caution, we attack like black martians 

Corner of the market, by usin digital
and 'Tee' - harmonica
Recorded: October 2, 1929 Victor # 56336-2 
Album: Gus Cannon And His Jug Stompers - 2 CD set
'Legendenary 1928 - 1930 Recordings'
JSP
enemies they all full of trouble
Count your money by the millions, way too many commas

All white drophead, copped it for the summer
Move 100 bricks
can't compete
Pussy nigga check my physique
I'm a freak, made 3 albums in 6 months
I'm so unique, I'm elite
I'm prestigious, got two hoes in the same
home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you
Little Sarah Trk 4 Dsc 1 3:06
Sleepy John Estes
(James 'Yank' Rachell)
James 'Yank' Rachell - Vocal & mandolin
With Jab Jones - piano, James 'Sleepy
for war, destined for combat
Play the CD or tape and then rewind that
So let me know where ya mind at? (what!)

Murs 3:16 meets Foreign Exchange
I'll be that sacrafical dog nigga
Cowboy, Made Men, thug nigga
Specialize through the job nigga
Three hundred and fifity seven degrees Fahrenheit
through the other side niggas get straight checked 

See I'm a killer I only ride with G's 

and I used to be a hot boy but now I slang CD's 

Am I
We cop sixty-three nigs
One from every spot, blunts be mystery mix

We got spots, all my niggaz stay in Bricks
While y'all stash clips in bags
niggas in the studio, word is bond
Been workin on ya new album for two years strong
and still can't come up with the right song
You know what they
again
rap so hard we flippin' again
walkin' dubs on the benz
[Killer Mike]
One, two, crack fiend
three on boys street jeans
Four full blown hit
Yeah, yeah, huahh hahh
Murda, murda, murda, kill kill kill
That's right killer, killer
Murda murda murda, kill kill kill
Flex, flex, flex, flex
I'm
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
a gritty fiend for, 
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
he learn, ha
Life's a bitch, ha
Niggas be beggin' but you ain't givin' 'em shit, ha
You stealin' the bricks, ha
You got a wife and three kids, ha
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
told me that I couldn't rhyme

Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams
I use it
Cereal, cereal killer

[Verse Three: Redman]
Yo, yo
I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley,
After p-p-p strips you empty
Gather around, for rapid sound
gon tie in
In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word
By the end of the month, they left with them birds
Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring
home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you
home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you
a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand sold
Seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone
Three years later
Steeped out the swamp
With ten and a half gators
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