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Outta Sight/Outta Mind (The Datsuns) · Outta Sight/Outta Mind [Japan] (The Datsuns) · Bombs over Broadway (Squad Five-O) · Bombs & Butterflies (Widespread Panic) · The Human Atom Bombs (Randy) · Louder Than Bombs (The Smiths) · U.S. Bombs (U.S. Bombs) · Bombs Away! (Sheppard) · Bombs & Butterflies (Widespread Panic) · Bombs Away Dream Babies (John Stewart) – and 90 other albums »


as niggas gettin' beat by these pigs we shoot
Outta coupes - fuck peace and the boys in blue, we do the

Raw shit
HELL YEAH
It's the raw shit
HELL YEAH
Do you
the bombs will stop flying
And we gaze a quiet sky
And we stand in love and wonder
At the miracle gone by
And it ain't like it used to be
Cause it's
[Chorus]

Bombs, bullets and blood
The things that we don't see
The piece that we can't touch
That is our reality
The things that we don't see
First the sheep next the shepherd
Chuck's run amok multiplying like leopards
Spots em up the long bombs a record
A long shot three minutes fifteen
the difference
Makin' new slaves outta immigrants
Wanna know where all that money went
Another trillion spent by the government
Here the bomb go. sent by
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it
need a book to put your hand in the fire
Shine On Sister!
Come on in cause it's cold outside

Kiss Me!
Kiss Me!
I can tell your name by
Somebody call the cops
For us to stop'll take all of they got
Uptown and the Bronx, my Squad is legends off of the block
(Terror Squad)

Deep in the borough
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it
your grasp now
you're outta weed outta cash outta gas and you're outta style
outta place and you're outta line and you're outta touch and you're outta
Shine son like a diamond
I'm harder than one by one
Flew flicker, Crew licker
Shoot quicker, Loot getta
You can't handle this cause I'm the truth nigga
baby
Now we prayed to Allah with all of our might
Until those big U.S. jets came flyin' in one night
They dropped little bombs all over the holy land
naked, Denaun go long
I'ma throw the bomb, c'mon how they gonna tackle you wit no pants on
Ass out with a floppin' schlong, touch down yeah I told ya
the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag
can touch you, or if you're outta reach
I don't know if I can see you, even if I get to leave
I don't know if I'm on fire, or if you're made of sparks
I
the difference
Makin' new slaves outta immigrants
Wanna know where all that money went
Another trillion spent by the government
Here the bomb go. sent by
the Midas touch
Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff
On the phone I heard 'Ye smacked the shit outta a kid
Now Jimmy got life, go smack him again
could touch it so fuck it rappers want to dis I'm glad to see 'em cause I
rip your fuckin face outta a magazine O.G. gangsta lean now after I shit
your
I drop (drop) bombs (bombs)
On any motherfuckers who ain't throwin' wit us
You ain't throwin' wit us
You ain't flowin' wit us
Shut the do' (door)
You might as well
I drop (drop) bombs (bombs)
On any motherf***ers who ain't throwin' wit us
You ain't throwin' wit us

You ain't flowin' wit us
niggas
Coward trust me, we keep it gutter
Hope you stay mad a hater 'cause you can't touch us, huh

"It's time I see you"

[Styles]
Hey yo, I ain't
finna bomb worse
Look at us come first, best believe be bomb worse

[mr. lucci]
Welcome to tha wild, wild west, tha southside, it's me, a killa
Fuck billy
could touch it so fuck it rappers want to dis I'm glad to see `em cause I
rip your fuckin face outta a magazine O.G. gangsta lean now after I shit
your