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Albums:

Gatilleros (Cosculluela) · 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) – and 7 other albums »


the door at 8 p.m.
And my razor blades will cut down your entrance
Detective instinct
Detective instinct
The man at the bar had a v-neck vest on
No, it
Ride the Dragon's breath, mist of poison green
Come yee flemes, a burning death, face the unseen
Deep within the cave, lit p by the torch, a plae
game tight so short like a razor blade
Afraid of who is what you ask me
Just because you got your mac10 ready to blast me
And pass me up as if you
[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman <Blade>]

Yo this is Westwood

I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight

And just walked into this
[Intro:]
Yeah, On behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment
I'd like to extent my deepest apologies
To anyone who feels they are offended by
[Chorus: x2]
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P. I'll take ya D.E.E.P.
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page
name, shit on my name, they touching
Any nigga threatening P, you bugging
I got a thousand soldier, we dumbing
Catch P all by himself, I got something
(feat. Styles P)
Cheh

This shit is crazy
Crazy

It's one of those things man
You gotta experience to know what I'm talkin' about
Ha ha
It's
rockin' DP MC)

So clap your hands to what he's doing
I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
I'm a contradiction I'm a twist of fate

See me
Styles P Talking:
"Yo I rock the fuck out.
I don't know bout everyone else"

Verse 1 - Styles P

Whatever we don't make, we gona take mofucker.
Get
face make one little weathermen sharpen the blades.

chorus

and the last shall be, first to the curb with the mad cow meat, face in the bars
Tonight's the night
I long to strike
The time is right
Ripper
Outside the law
I taunt them on
My blade is drawn
Ripper
It's the blood before my eyes
Midnight chillin' at A.M P.M.
Coolin' drinkin' apple juice
In Evil's BM
The sound's up loud
To attract attention
rmoraled tires
On a lowered
the crack, one rolling the blunt
You get p**** and a** from a beautiful broad
If you looking fa that holla at cha boy
I'm a m, m, mack mack a p, p, pimp
I
days, in this steel cage
Locked down with men that go both ways
But gays ain't gon' grease me
My razor blade say O.P.P., niggaz in P.C. gon' know me
I'm
Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)

Yo yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish
(Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice)
Turn it up (turn it up)
Swizz Beats the monster
(Fix ya face, Ruff Ryders)
Let's do it
(D-Block) E-V-E, Styles P. and Sheek
(Whats up, whats up)
[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah! FUCK niggaz!
Grease whattup? Vacant Lot
I'm a EXPOSE these bitches!
You don't like me SET IT!

[Styles P:]
This ain't
get rough

Akon

The tough stay tough

Styles P

Up front
Let's go
Konvict

We in too deep to turn back now, D

Sure is

Watch yourself
I'ma P.I.M.P baby)
Look I'ma balla, shotcalla
20 inch blades on a drop-top impala
Tryna get paid gotta stay on my grind
But it's girls I could self that
[Chorus: P. Dot]
When them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them
[Chorus: P. Dot]
When them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them
[Chorus:]
Wake you up and as I stare in your... (repeat 4X) 
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Remember P, the one you
You gon' fuck with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce
Game's up, homie, hang it up like some prank
the crack, one rolling the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you looking fa that holla at cha boy
I'm a m, m, mack mack a p, p, pimp
I