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Albums:

The Very Best of Ruben Blades (Rubén Blades) · Rubén Blades y Son del Solar...Live! (Rubén Blades) · Latin Stars Karaoke: Rubén Blades, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fania All-Stars with Willie Colon & Ruben Blades (Fania All-Stars) · Interpretan a Ruben Blades (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fire Up the Blades (3 Inches of Blood) · A Juggler on His Blades (Eddie from Ohio) · Ruben Blades with Strings (Rubén Blades) · Razor Blades and Aspirin: 1990-1993 (Leatherface) · Fire Up the Blades (3 Inches of Blood) – and 90 other albums »


shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still
raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one,
get a flame and ya act like propane
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain (Blade)
No cards, no deal, no dice, no game, no thangs
I'm givin you bitches
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
head legion
Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia

You won't fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
You won't fall for that
me

Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap,
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house
is me
Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than
the album dropped
White Lexus before I had a deal
Ask Bun B about me

This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill
By the way, fuck your math
You ain't
Served by a cruelin' fighting
Five nights of horror and of bleeding
Broke glass, cold blades as sharp as the eyes of hate
And the stabbin', it's
War
We move like ninjas in the winter
Brown-skin Adonis, slugs to the stomach, blood gush like Ramic
Mad man's bionic, check the weather climate
Strike
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
The circle of bones has been sealed,
Prepared for these most ancient rites.
Three virgin cunts arrested by chains,
Gut them like pigs,
Let their
crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin', move ? bricks
Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques
Blacksmith, with the iron fist

Yeah, it's the three
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix 
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
can't front
Ha ha ha ha ha
If they respond too late to the 911 call
They find you on the floor with a razor blade in your palm
Deep cuts an inch wide
and tongue of Malcolm
Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government
Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment
Vacate the island, billions will start
Revolutionary, scary
Thought provoking, spoken
Words of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three making us free in my
Revolutionary, scary
Thought provoking, spoken,
Words of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three making us free in my
and the haters start watchin'

The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin'
For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option
I'm back with Cool
money, they looking down on me
Blue bloods they trying to clown on me
You can turn up your nose high society
Never gone turn down the homie
Knock knock I'm
the three-sided altar
Making a straw doll to bring about your fall

DIE!

Vomiting blood you're condemned to hell,
The stake will seal the curse inside
In
nothing
Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire
Three last days on the earth, I lay down to die in the grass
the reality of our hatred, give the earth nothing.
Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire... three last days on the earth, I lay
and forever our choice is made
We swear by our Hearts and our blood on the Blade
The Land of the Silent Scarlet Dawn
Waits for us to be enthroned

I shall lead