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and that caused us some alarm
'Till some one remembered the family graveyard out on the Simmon's farm
Ol' Doc had brought six of their kids into this world
home in the skies . . . 

Words and Music by Sarah Graham, 
Richard Ahlert and Eddie Snyder
had brought six of their kids 
And Simmons was a grateful cuss
He said "Doc's been like one of the family
So, you can let him sleep with us"

and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
They wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us

I'm from the land of the gang bang
Since I
that can't be had from one of them.
It's better than money.

We're alive.
We get by.
You can spend the night.
You can sleep right here.
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas
Now bring it out
Like a finger in the back of your mouth
Cherubs and cerebellum, Tara at Sarah's wedding
Sam marrying Sam
Band pushed upon the finger

Welcome into the garden sarah
Come see how my roses die
We were looking for heaven
Couldn't bear to pass you by
There are stories of bad
Yes everything's fine
And we want you to sleep well tonight
Let the world turn without you tonight
If we try
We'll get by
So forget all about us
heard wrong grandma, there's no tailor
You mean the butcher grandma by the name of Lazer-Wolfe
No, I mean a tailor Tevye, my great grandchild
My little
Transcribed by patrick and nicola

"I am tired and I'm bored,", he said. /
"and I've got kinks in my bed. /
This work, how I hate it, I
All my city is dressed in skin
Her lips are dark
Her ankles thin
Oh my dizzy ballerina, won't you give us a spin?
My country's cold in autumn's
Mocking the cross living unrepented
My sinful life kept us so
I know lord and been king
Let him run your life like a
Sarah here I stand while the sun is going down
Looking by the window for the stars that made us meet
For you I used to carry the never ending light
of circumstance
Frail nigga, I couldn't much work with my hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
was high
T-you-V-W-X ask Why, you die with blood pourin out your da-da
You want the ri-ri-ri-ride from hardthorn, abide by your crew from a 735-i
my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks
had to mark him for safety
And why were there people in the land of ??Nile??
If they weren't put there by the Gods

[ CHORUS: The Insidious One ]
Driveby, leave you on your block bleedin' and twichin'
Break bread with demons and witches, I'm evil and twisted
Half of us in jail, the other half in
is joseph simmons but my middle name's lord
And when I'm rockin' on the mic, you should all applaud
Because we're (wheelin', dealin', we got a funny
Another day another dime, another way to kill some time
Another tester to the crowd, point blank at the sublime, another way to get us paid from
Ain't come around here and fuck wit us,

I'm from the man wit the gang-bang,
Since I was little ain't a god damn thing changed,
Its the same old same,
Russell Simmons, I like the women's 

The hers not the him, Ipass L's to my bredren 

In my pocket stacks ends 

But I always find myself saying,
to move us, for the styles we flaunt
But I, seen it sunny, plus seen rain
Plus seen my moneys getting smoked for change
I face left in the round up
Pound up
missing the leader
Now they kissin' my sneakers, lipstick on my Adidas
Word to the reverend, I'm runnin' this shit like Russell
Simmons, the game is