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Albums:

The Sound of Swedish House (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Sound Of Swedish House: Unmixed For DJ’s (Hutchinson, Hutch) · My Name Is My Name (Pusha T) · What's Your Name What's Your Number (Andrea True) · Ake Persson Swedish All Stars (Ake Persson) · The Swedish Jazz Kings (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Swedish Radio Sessions (The Searchers) · Our Swedish Collection (Smokie) · Our Swedish Collection (The Bellamy Brothers) · Swedish Sensation (Monica Zetterlund) – and 90 other albums »


Nike SBs
Raving with S.H.M. London to N.Y.C.

I got my visa and my visa
A diva and her dealer,
Bitch I'm up on the guest list
With the Swedish house
Nike SBs
Raving with S.H.M. London to N.Y.C.

I got my visa and my visa
A diva and her dealer,
Bitch I'm up on the guest list
With the Swedish house
Nike SBs
Raving with S.H.M. London to N.Y.C.

I got my visa and my visa
A diva and her dealer,
Bitch I'm up on the guest list
With the Swedish house
all you bitches
To beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you niggaz
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Put her on the house
I got my dick
love him, yell his name..

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for..

Mafia

For BIG I grip the cig,
Inglewood
Blood, tell 'em your name
Lil' Hawk Red Riding Hood
The C.M.G. is the hood that I clizzaim
D.L.B. Mafia/Lanes and ain't shit changed
You Ricket
(Scarecrow) 

Mixtures of sin and gin on sight 

Cut the wings off an angel 

On both sides 

I'm suin' 

Huntin' 

All them suckas 

State your last
love him, yell his name..

I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for..

Mafia

For BIG I grip the cig,
ate, sweeter than sugar pussy your dick faced

{Joe Mafia}
I answer this, many late nights, puffin on cancer sticks
On hell with this shit, sometimes I
I'm your Reiseführer. Gimme the drums!
Sitting in a coffee-house
Drink Martini dry
Julius Caesar
Mighty Mouse
Watchinq girls go by.
Palms are
friends I know them hoes will miss you
You should have warned them that the Three 6 Mafia out to get cha
Would you walk to his house with a pistol
Could you
a cast man
When I look into your eyes I see a coward
Face to face I hit ya
Three six mafia'd rather die than

Lord, hittin', here comes the two
a cast man
When I look into your eyes I see a coward
Face to face I hit ya
Three six mafia'd rather die than

Lord, hittin', here comes the two
shall stand
Guarding what must be ours alone again
Exterminate those who oppose us one by one
This is our land which must be purified

Purify Sweden!
know an
They knew how to pose
An' one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine

All the young punks
Laugh your life
'Cause there ain't much to cry for
like your name was Nancy Kerrigan
Here and back and there again, atypical American.
Third generation Swedish, second gen. Aussie,
Am I street enough
left 'em up in a cast man
When I look into your eyes I see a coward
Face to face I hit ya
Three six mafia'd rather die than

Lord, hittin', here
'm missing you 
As I stand alone in your room 

Everyday that will pass you by 
Every name that you won't recall 
Everything that you made by hand
left 'em up in a cast man
When I look into your eyes I see a coward
Face to face I hit ya
Three six mafia'd rather die than

Lord, hittin', here
by none
The others act in fact ya just wack I kill
why?
because its fun my son and Run heads the bill!

Who's house?
Run's house!

Who's house?
Run's
Stranger livin' in my house I'm writing this letter to you
There's a few odds and ends in my house that I neglected to do
Take care of the little
nigga, me too"
what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, fuck all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, ass licked
Leave your number by the phone,
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, f*** all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, a** licked
Leave your number by the phone,
I dreamed I saw my name in lights
And spoke Your word for all to hear
I dreamed my name was recognized
By people far and people near

But I have come