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Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
At the drug site we hung tight
Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
Money gets low in
believe

At 9 o'clock, I saw her
By 10, I had her number
11's when I called her
At 12 o'clock, it happened, I gotta blame

Midnight, I was caught up
It's
And everytime I turn around
I'm on the five o'clock news
My blood runs red
But my heart is blue
Cause I never been wanted like I want to be wanted by you
So
Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
At the drug site we hung tight
Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
Money gets low in
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his
house 
And we bout to drop some gangsta shit 

I guess its true what they say  
When your too far gone ain't no turning back. 
And coming from
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The Sheik he drove his
Yeah, ninety-seven, ya'll.
It's R.L baby, papichulo.
Want you to do this like a fire drill.
I want you to Stop, Drop, and Roll with me.
It's five
the car and hit it with this boom 
Now come on let's get that money! 

It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the street 
Til I knock off this rock,
boom {*BOOM*} 

I take the car and hit it with this boom 

Now come on  let's get that money! 



[DMX] 

It's two o'clock and I'm just about
me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch
home alone 
Up seven o'clock, while you trying to find me on my block 
I'm at the airport, you think I'm strange, boardin' the plane 
Turn off my
I drop off, on purpose your cookers are worthless
I'm searching goons lurking you jerking I'm turfing
I just got the pack in so call me to purchase
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his
thing is keeping me off track

Hug my Los
Brush her teeth
Read her books
Put her to sleep
Pack her lunch
Drop her at school
Head to the studio
Turn
Now the King told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The Sheik he drove his
At eight o'clock we said goodbye
That's when I left her house for mine
She said that she'd be staying in
Well, she had to be at work by nine
So I
they really pack 'em in
The in-crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
Then the temple band took five
The crowd
You will not be able to stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and drop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag
You will not be able to stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and drop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on snag
At eight o'clock we said goodbye
That's when I left her house for mine
She said that she'd be staying in
Well, she had to be at work by nine
So I get
pack a bandit
Five o'clock gravy homey can you fucking handle it
From SD to LA, back to SD
Fool you know my name, that vato Royal T

[Point Blank]
know I won't give a fuck

Old school drop caddy five, six niggas
Rollin' up in my rearview
With they fingers up on them triggers
Come let's take
Here we go like
Yes Yes Yall
To The Beat Yall
Aint No Sleep Yall
To the break of dawn
5 o?clock in the morning
We keep rockin on
The workin
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The shiek he drove his