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Albums:

Blood Drop (Crypto Bass) · Jewel of the South (Rodney Crowell) · Blue Lightnin: The Jewel Sessions 1965-1969 (Lightnin' Hopkins) · The Jewel (David Savage) · The Jewel/Paula Soul Story (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Origin/Jewel (Mamiko Watanabe) · Taxi (Jewel) (Bryan Ferry) · Jewel (Marcella Detroit) · Jewel Spotlights the Blues, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Jewel Spotlights the Blues, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Stars waned by the fright of Him.
Shining jewels in his crown,
Like drops of my sacrificial blood,
Ceremony of the abhorrent deaths,

Words too
out
Stingin' niggas for they're jewels in they're stash house
Snatch a nigga up by his butterfly, sing him a lullaby
Closed casket, make sure his
the words, the motivation?

I know I could have it all but there's a price so high
A drop of blood is all it takes

Do you feel your fingertips losing
jewels in they're stash house
Snatch a nigga up by his butterfly, sing him a lullaby
Closed casket, make sure his mother cry
You fuckin' woth grimy guys,
pain
Not to confuse, our sentiments are all the same
I just don't feel nothing I'm numb by the will to gain
Same thing brought tears to innocence
I
intermission, run buy your camera
Record the moment, cause it'll be platinum
And you could say you seen Common rock the stadium

[Verse 1]
I was told by
a curse that will drive him insane
A life of guilt and such violent confession
Don't look away; he'll drain the last drop of blood from your veins

Lost
Eat a dick nigga!

[Verse 1]
Catch me in the 80's drop
Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
suits
And his truth is like loyal lions, ready to feast
At the first drop of blood that falls down from the beast
Roam these streets with iced out case
And I'm amazed by the ignorance
Money made y'all a bunch of million dollar idiots
You still spending money on jewels
I took my money out to Africa
blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murderers)
We throw slugs, we hustlers (hustlers) we sell drugs
And tell thugs live it up till yo time stops
I will not lose
Flow precious as diamonds, I drop jewels
Uh, Gimme mine or I'ma take mine
Smokin' purple,I heard till the grape vine
Weezy Baby
try to play brave, you'll get slayed
Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe
I snatched the clerk up by her neck,
and conflicts hit
Politics get rich off the bloods and the crips
Slaves shoot slaves, modern day Egypt
Brooklyn convicts is conned to be vics
Harassed by
is the
Truth, now I'mma drop a few jewels in the booth
Used to boot crack, stuff 'em inside a tennis ball
Ans throw it when they rushing the block,
[Isaac Hayes]
See that young blood, comin down the street
Don't be hypnotized by the stride of his feet..
Pickpockets.. streetwalkers.. number runners..
wanna, check me out
And lots of haters, wanna, X me out
I got more style than Gucci, Louis or Prada
Drop more jewels on you, than your uncle or father
The golden owl, while you approach
I make your coach throw in the towel
Use you consonants and vowels
Precious jewels stress them fools, drop your tool
you in the club
Killer comes closer, pop you in the mug
Gravity and the Grim Reaper both drop you in your blood
Wildin' on Instagram showing you pack
[Chorus] 
Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors 
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My jewels have colors, colors,
numbed by the nonsense
Gem Star razor and a dinner plate
Arm and hammer and a mason jar, that's my dinner date
Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it
whip still matching his kit, steel flashing
Hands quick, nice with his shit, three holy foods
Drops jewels, from a street corner level, young brother,
[Chorus] 
Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors 
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My jewels have colors, colors,
Ice your frame and hang ya banger by his chain
This is Crip talk, Blood New York
Blow ya brains in your hand, nigga hold that thought
From outta
The golden owl, while you approach
I make your coach throw in the towel
Use you consonants and vowels
Precious jewels stress them fools, drop your tool