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Sail On, Little Girl, Sail On (Mississippi Fred McDowell) · Sail Away/Noël Coward Sings Sail Away (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Claire Voyant (Claire Voyant) · Sophisticated Lady [Saint Claire] (Sarah Vaughan) · 20 Secretos de Amor: Valeria Lynch (Valeria Lynch) · Lynch Mob (Lynch Mob) · Paige Claire (Paige Claire) · Best of Lynch (Brotha Lynch Hung) · Lynch the Weirdo (Bad Acid Trip) · Lynch Mob (Lynch Mob) – and 90 other albums »


troops, fools
Be ready ta shoot collectin' my loot
Blazin' and burnin' my grain
This year the same I crept and I came
Niggas that fell off that thought
there
I told you I be high
24/7 always hella drunk and ready to die
Turned up
Sum's wrong with my head I might be burnt up
Brain tells gon extra
motherfuckers show they nuts, and guts
Runnin' up out the cut pumpin' bucks
Ready ta fuck you up must bust them,
And steady be dumping thuggin' on the Claire
a nephew to the Laird
And I do distain men who are vain, the men with powdered hair.

I command the Nancy Schooner from the Moy on Lake St. Claire
Me bully boys of Liverpool
And I'll have you all beware
When you sail on them packet ships,
No dungaree jackets wear
But have a big monkey jacket
All
troops, fools
Be ready ta shoot collectin' my loot
Blazin' and burnin' my grain
This year the same I crept and I came
Niggas that fell off that thought
Michael
I know, everybody be thinking I might go
Anytime Minute I get ready to,I’m ahead of you
I’m a everready forever ready to let loose
I’m a monster
(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them
Sent me to deathrow,
Watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence
Hoping I die fast, but chill,
Never do,
yeah
Never know I'd be the one to have your life in my hand
[Brotha Lynch: That Ruger 4-4 Mac]
That niggas life won't last
Keep listenin while I
looks like the Predator 
it's gettin' dissed by the editor 
Looked up and hell of white for caper 
It's to lynch a nigga on paper 
But I'm much too
yeah
Never know I'd be the one to have your life in my hand
[Brotha Lynch: That Ruger 4-4 Mac]
That niggas life won't last
Keep listenin while I
days pass us by. Your love is luck I'm
Losing. Don't you worry we will finish what we started,
We'll sail away and have the life we always wanted.
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill)

[Bizzy]
Really be off and inna
the sails
Crow's nest is screaming for shore
Ready the rum that is stored in the hold
Bringing what we need and more

Live by stealth, cover your track
to see me
So I put on the spydie's took out my I.D. and
I have to keep the knife right behind me till ya by me
I was in the bathroom shakin the dick off
smoke 
get paid good so we gonna blaze good  
So come to The Land where all the thugs be real  
Them St. Claire niggas they ain't no joke 
so catch a slug
will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
Them Chi Town boys will get ya
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure
the fuck is the deal?  Here comes a new generation of rap dudes,
[With fake attitudes] That refuse to play by the rules.
It's a shame the way they be
[lynch]
It's the hunta killa
Off of the 9 skrilla
Wit my nap sack fulla pilla
Nigga worst than the movie thrilla and realla
Cause this is real life
my mind
Meet me when you're ready
Meet me when you've lost your head
Meet me, I'll be waiting
Meet me by the water's edge
the stranger who stands at your gate

When you're caught by the gale and you're full under sail
Beware of the dangers below
And the song that you sing should not
the stranger who stands at your gate

When you're caught by the gale and you're full under sail
Beware of the dangers below
And the song that you sing should
bass

Down by the lake side
Just off the ramp
All them people sleeping in their fising camp
Some out in the pup tents
Some out on the grass
They
a ring when I choose to
Because by now I have found
That the nicest rings are on a merry-go-'round

I'll be blasse
With any man who's motives are base