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programming interrupted
By the mindless banter of a soulless talking head
Roll out the red carpet, dripping bloody tongue
Pay no mind to blue berets and all
and take a picture with me
Be a fashion trender kinda guy
Girl, show your belly button diamond tonight
We'll make them roll the red carpet out
When it's
it's blowin' out the window 
And if I got it, I'ma roll it by you every time 

And everybody's gonna be like "could you show me?" 
With all these
it's blowin out the window 
And if I got it, I'ma roll it by you every time 

And everybody's gonna be like "could you show me?" 
With all these
ROLL OUT THE RED CARPET, LET ME IN
HERE I AM KNOCKING DOWN THE DOOR AGAIN
BROKEN DREAMS - BROKEN LIVES
IN THE END, ONLY HOPE SURVIVES
ONLY HOPE
and talking trash
It's a red carpet, black tie, all night, celestial bash

Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water,
to chase that buck
Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck
Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games up
Behind smoke kids can't chase
Sigel street I ain't forget you

Twenty n****s on the block trying to chase that buck
Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck
Cops roll up
wear it out
Waffle King (Waffle King)
Make no mistake about it I'm the Waffle King... yeah

Roll out the red carpet, 'cause here I come
All you
and territory issues
  
By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots 
so who got six niggaz next to carry
off these wanna be's, niggas they
bitch, roll out the red carpet
I spar with legends, pray to the stars & crestens
A lost presence got me through rough times and hard sessions
Like deaths
at the roundtable, and discuss 
Trish ish batteries and territory issues.

By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots.
So who got six niggas
mortar just took virgins son
Who you think Tech gonna call to make sure that the dirt get done
Red cap, red shirt, red shoe strings
My .45 is a bitch,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
head. You can beg, you go fled
But still gonna bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, looking for you
bitch, roll out the red carpet
I spar with legends, pray to the stars & crestens
A lost presence got me through rough times and hard sessions
Like deaths
and territory issues
  
By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots 
so who got six niggaz next to carry
off these wanna be's, niggas they
Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat
And the sack of weed straight out of control
Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters
And tha po-po
into a nigga like Koop a nutcase
Here I can tell by tha day its gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for you life my big black buldgin' nine
Now
head. You can beg, you go fled
But still gonna bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, looking for you
gonna feel us on this here
It's Wildlife comin to ya this here
Aiyo, out with the old, in with the new, ooh yeah
Time for us to make a million bucks
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word

Fantastic

Show stoppin emcees

Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket

But
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
is, nigga. Here it is. What you 
gonna do with it? 
Bizzy: 
Well it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord. No, then I won't fly by 
that lesson, you
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(Yo, rest day