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Be Careful Of Stones That You Throw

-Artist: Dion
-peak Billboard position # 31 in 1963
-previously recorded by Hank William, Sr. (as "Luke
Huey babe, Huey Huey babe
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise
I've got to get the moving babe I ain't lying
My heart is beating rhythm and it's
not Dion, one of a psychic friend readers
But boo, I can tell by you moving closer
Puffin' the trees, and pouring more mamosa
Baby please don't tease
are dead

I feel like I'm on pins and needles
How many bands can rip off the Beatles?
And every day there is another
Band that got big by playing
Celine Dion
Titanic Song makes me want to moan
And if I hear another love ballad
I think I'm gonna have to toss my salad and

I hate teen idols
They
o'clock, meet me at my house at six.
You know what the deal is.
Put it all on the line.
Keep it real.

Oh, it's six o'clock in the evening.
I just want
Trapped, no shield, no sword
The unbeaten path got my soul so sore
Allured by the lust, something money can't cure
The Devil want me as is, but
of my royalty statements, my name is Matthew 

Three apartments on the West with 200 songs 

Five minutes each on Ampex reels 

At the Shark Bar
a thug.
Hitting it raw, tasting it, wildin out on my character, taping it.
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin head like she knew me for years.
Pillow
the corner is infested with hookers that look like Brandy
When it comes to this porn shit yo! Nothing new to me
So yo! Dion tell them what you fucking do for
We in the time of our lives baby
Turn the music up, Primetime

Yeah, Primetime,beat by Dion, our third eon
That's what the fuck we on
Mo' money,
it, hold it, hold it
Natural light up, light up, that's my word
This is this is for Clue right here dunn
Verse 3:
I'm third rail though half seal
the corner is infested with hookers that look like Brandy
When it comes to this porn shit yo! Nothing new to me
So yo! Dion tell them what you fucking do for
[Dialogue Written by Quentin Tarantino]
JULES
Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the
Inequities of the selfish
explain my plateau
And also what defines my name

Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now what
work for shit
My style's my child I gave birth to it
Like an immaculate conception, clean I came
Went through label pains, didn't give shorty a name
I
reap flow n-gga
Gettin swallowed by the Maybach deep throat n-gga
Uh, I’ma bout to go planters,
I’m still in my prime, Dion Sanders
We all gamblers,
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke by my mouth taste like big ? like my nigga Yukmouth
I
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
love? somebody's wife f***in a thug.
Hittin it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it.
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin' head like
you should ask, allow one
"Who's the kid?"
Two: "Who's the kid?"
Both times the answer stay Kool AD
That's my rap name, slave name's Vazquez
Mommy
peeps were goin past me
Walkin wit a Limp eatin Bizkits they hair was Shaggy
What's your name is the question that I'm askin
I'm Micheal, she's Celine,
busted is my top lip
Real busted, real puffy, like a nigga punched me the fuck out
I don't smoke by my mouth taste like big ? like my nigga Yukmouth
I
(dialogue from the classics that he steals)

But Scarlet my dear

He doesn't give a damn about you


Overrated boys and attention starved girls

A little
the street up
Ice Cube, nigga, you better D up
And when I come by bitch, you better be up

Ass up, face in the pillow
I don't give a fizzle
Got ta do my