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The Birmingham Sound: The Soul Of Neal Hemphill Vol.2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Candy Candy (Kyary Pamyu Pamyu) · Candy Candy (Kyary Pamyu Pamyu) · Candy Candy: The Heyday of Bubblegum Pop (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Real Real Real (Jesus Jones) · War & Peace, Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) [Clean] (Ice Cube) · Romp in Peace/Thizz in Peace (Johnny Ca$h) · War & Peace, Vol. 2: The Peace Disc (Ice Cube) · Peace Sells...But Who's Buying?/So Far, So Good...So What!/Rust in Peace (Megadeth) · War & Peace, Vol. 2: The Peace Disc (Ice Cube) – and 90 other albums »
Watching snowflakes kiss that baby And it makes me think I wonder what God wants for Christmas Something that you can't find in a store Maybe peace
stack thick in my pants Real gangsters make plots and plans and touch dirt Only prayin for the day when they can wash they hands Real gangsters leave
Senator, it'd be a honkless state Yo, I drove past a rally saying "Honk For Peace" So I took out my gun and shot 'em all in the knees I don't give a honk!
"Yeeeeeeeeah, I'm gonna smash your little candy bags, only I'm gonna tie 'em around your muthafuckin' necks and choke you with 'em Wicked Clown style,
his Jeep in the back of the slum To check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde Caesar Vetacini summer gear, she push the two-seater I heard she
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum To check Tanisha, fat a** real fly, with the blonde caesar Vetacini summer gear, she push
I die for real murdered by my right hand man Or prosecuted by the white man's hand I don't think I'm living to die, but I'm dying to live up under
Can't afford a lawyer, judges do you raw in the anus Cars on chrome to police, like kids in a candy store They cut holes in your seats, dismantle your
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
[Professor X] (We have come..) by way of the stars, by way of the Nile evermore (We have come..) speaking the tongue of the pharoahes, descending
laugh at yer looks Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze You need something
yo We all are being murdered by a similar process Whether you work at the candy store Or slave at the office The purpose of our life is just
blast that don't even ask. You get beat by the only one thing that can beat you, Defeat you, cheat you, the streets will eat you. Jealousy and envy
were posted By Chevron Meanwhile a budget was placed in our hands As the deadline in the sand came to an end So much for the peace dividend One
and then you die) I gotta thank God for real life 'cause man invented violent death My generation's in love with sin, I want to live I want to see some more
hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit That's why to me, R&B, really ain't shit So peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles The ones who knows about flows
bigger numbers with my n****s, straight B's only Shout out to my love, my blood, my team My gang, my family, and n**** ya know what we bleed (You know
store and everybody fuckin’ know You fuckin’ know, you fuckin’ right, thinkin’ this a open mike My candy read ‘U.S.A’, nigga, this is real life Live
so let me come in real slow. Like 1, 2, I bet you thought you knew about the style we present, So intense cutting through with precision never
reamin Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks 'cause I haven't changed. Yo man, I work. Dude, you don't work. I work. Yo, so let me come in real slow. Like