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Spread the Word (The Persuasions) · Spread the Word 2004 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Spread Love/Higher (The Messengers) · Spread the Word (Young Sicc) · Spread Your Filth: The Doughnut and Bourbon Years (Christ on a Crutch) · Spread Too Thin (Dirty Heads) · Spread Your Love (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) · Spread the Rumors (Socratic) · Spread Peace (Hit Crew) · Spread Love (Carlos Saez) – and 90 other albums »


of, 'cause it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes
slammin 
So dat I can turn and twist 
Me na in a no long talkin 
I am feelin hot 2nite 
Me ready fi de bump and grind 
Put me on ya big ninja bike(yes yes)
blend 

Manifest vanish, spread out, with computer data 

Suckers don't know, acute intelligence, what's the matter 

Solo fiend, I cut your legs
bitch in this car, man
[ Willie D ]
Oh boy, that's misdemeanor shit
I'm on that other level
[ DJ REDDY RED ]
Fuck you mean by the other level shit, man?
[
the Gin so my nuts don't itch
(Whta, what, what?)

[Buckshot Shorty]
Buck's got ya locked, body drawn like pit bulls
We don't give a fuck if we have
Then his message gathers meaning and it spreads across the land
The rewarding of his pain is the following of the man
But ignorance is everywhere
message gathers meaning and it spreads accross the land
The rewarding of his pain is the following of the man
But ignorance is everywhere and people have
you're tempted
By flesh, you want to bust through
Beautiful legs in the bar, there is poetry
She bends and suspends and her ass
Is a marvelous thing
you're tempted

By flesh, you want to bust through
Beautiful legs in the bar, there is poetry
She bends and suspends and her ass
Is a marvelous thing
to wonder 

Should I produce or should I tour this summer 
Well just that second I heard stay where you are 
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
the bull by the horns
One man's enemy is another man's friend
One man's poisons is another man's medicine
So let us stand, let us sit and let us view
there's no
Time to stop no time to explain man I'm in too deep with this everyday
Ghetto pain
Black men are judged by their clothes
Black women are
provided by your local TV station
Patience is not a virtue (I ain't waitin)
Turn this shit over like Bush did a boatload of Haitians

*DJ Pam cuts
pay the DJ to play my shit

[Chorus]

[Lil' Jon]
Yeah, hey, hey, hey
With the bull pimp cup man I'm sloppy drunk
I don't broke into club it's
and it's moving fast 
Ya try to stay sane that's the price of fame 
Spending your life trying to numb the pain 
Ya shake that load off and sing ya song
the pain 
Ya shake that load off and sing ya song 
Liberate the minds, then you go on home.. 

[Big Rube] 
I must admit, they planted a lot of things
Intro/Chorus: (x2) 
Betcha don't know what's goin on 
If you don't know, we're gonna show you, oooohhhh 
It's on now, New Year, pop the pain 
Sun
of blood left for dead 
the pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs 
I meet doctor who at King Drew medical center 
as I enter I see you 
he said
shotguns
Alarm, pit bulls and barbed wire fences
If you're not armed you're in harm's way
You're hunted by wannabe desparados and hombres
I'm sick of all
know we know we know we wreck shop

I kick a wicked rhyme, what more can I tell ya
You're quick to pick and find a hardcore record seller
I paved
The pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs 
I meet doctor who at King Drew medical center 
As I enter I see you 
He said the bullet hit a nerve
hell yea and who wanta to know (me)
In slow mo fo' fo' slugs face down in the mud 
Puddle full of blood left for dead 
The pain starts to spread now I
Verse One: Too Poetic/Grym reaper

Yo, hah yo, rahh, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo...
Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
inside the best frames
A motherfuckin dyke, bull dank, a rock smokin' dog
Triple X rated, vulgar and explicit
I'm talkin' bout da bitch I call hot twat Bridget
Walkin round town, spread
your legs and

Cum bitch cum - I want you to
Cum bitch cum - I want you to
Cum bitch cum - I want you to
Say my name when you feel this pain

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