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awaken Since my baby's gone From the album "True Love" Written by: M. Parish & H. White
COINTEL, going down Projects, pop offs, issues, payback Sickness, lockdown, get it Free Mumia and H. Rap Brown Before you get what you want, gotta give
for me face the judge and lie for me P. I. T. T. S. B. U. R. G. H. Represent to the fullest And I'm putting cowards back into place When I'm
Bands with managers are going places Bands with messy hair and smooth white faces You don't believe when I say It won't be alright Vans with
the streets deep in the bottom yo ain't no Mario Brothers Official Bronx niggas, quick to body yo' mother (ouch) [Chorus] Jesus H. Christ, how many times
mummy. I was listening to Classic VH when I pulled an H. Singh Drank myself to a stupor, ears started to ring And I'll go to Finally Al's and type
Trapped in heaven life style (Locked in Long Kesh) New looking out for pleasure (H-block torture) It's at the end of the rainbow (White noise in)
Trapped in heaven life style (locked in Long Kesh) New looking out for pleasure (H-block torture) It's at the end of the rainbow (White noise in)
step up on the crack H-h-honey, I know what worth was waiting for You got your white coat mama You got your heart of soul I see some crucifixion behind
8 spoonfulls in coffee, please Candy and chocolate from slavery Ice cream in every variety Sweet crystalline substance C12 H22 O11 White poison 1 2
(Come on) coca baby you know it's me ; B.X T.S 'til I D-I-E New York, New York shit thats all me Name another nigga with a flow like me So sick I swear
Money for the lunch box- put it in the juke box- pulling up her white socks- letting’ down her red locks. I love that Johnny H’s signature. Up
Tá mo grábháil í, a shí ógó Greamaithe don dheánaí, a h-óbó 'S mo ghrábháil gheal fán únán tráigh 'S mé 'gabháil i tsáile i mBaile Leóil 'S
From Malay to Harlem two stepping (echo) So I' stop cause we made it where the ladies are We start with Bellini's and end with Patron shots H.
pleasure, the fear is gone, In the land of the wintersun. [Solo: H. Juhano / Both / N. Dahlin / P. Vastila / Both & Vastila] [Repeat: Bridge: 2 - Rep.
Tonight Hee But, If You're Thinkin' About My Baby It Don't Matter If You're Black Or White Ooo... They Print My Message In The Saturday Sun I Had
Who's that in the garden eating all our red, red roses? It's Dorothy! (That's me.) She wears a floppy white hat and yellow spots galore. Well,
a white hearse and I'm the Ne plus ultra of B+ culture. My goal is to make you go, "Holy Frijoles! Jesus H. Christ," where "H." stands for "Holy crap."
in their mouth Start a moonshine steal sleep in a tent buy some cheap livestock find some land to rent Then I'm a Cledus T. it up and down the farm
Young Mula, baby I woke up all last night I know this h*** ain’t right But you was blowin' up her phone last night But she ain’t have a ringer nor
Yaqui, Pima, Porca, Oneida O-o-h, native North American me Sing about your ebony African Queen Sing about your lily-white Lily Marleen Beauty by
on the team, crash your huddle Well I'm known in the hood like Castellano You could see me in the fiddy, puffin' H. Armano Doin' eighty on the Belt', follow
Prada over Chanel A H-Class ho with the H. Findel Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga Like Aaliyah, One in a Million There's MC's in this rap shit comin
He was in section a to g, She was under h to t. Their eyes met across the queue, Look at you. He asked for her current address, She blushed
down Will they know who wears the crown There you stood in front of me Dressed in glory White to see Spell-bound on the deep blue skies Created