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York
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty seven masts
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million
become
C.N.N. said I'd be dead by twenty one
Blackjack I just pulled in Aces
You looking at the king in his face
Everything I dream motherfuckers I'm
are gathering by the thousands
Along with seven million people without a hope
I guess I have to face the fact as real
I think I feel my back up
confiscate it, it's like fake, it wasn't made by me,
Red - show'em who you be...

(Redman)
Oh, it's my turn to burn, to wax again,
It be's that nigga
are gathering by the thousands
Along with seven million people without a hope

I guess I have to face the fact as real
I think I feel my back up
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million
York
'twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged for and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
York
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty seven masts
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million
spending
By way of comparison, the federal government spent twenty-four million more on space exploration
And forty-three times more on national defense
spending
By way of comparison, the federal government spent twenty-four million more on space exploration
And forty-three times more on national defense
It's that nigga who's so swift I could lose a compass
Step into jams, with seven niggas in a Land
And forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravan
Drop
Yo, yo, fuck what you think
Fuck what you think

It's about what you know, so fuck what you think
Twenty-one and over to drink
Nineteen and over
of Kentucky and best of all
He was a sixty year old man

She let him think he'd caught her
She led him to the alter
Totin' seven carats on her hand

All dressed
up
A brand new cut for the Hammer to burn up
Suckers gettin' mad 'cause over 20 million sold
And now they try to diss 'cause they can't get gold

I was
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
was only twenty seven and she had five kids.
Coulda' been the whiskey,
Coulda been the pills,
Coulda been the dream she was trying to kill.
But there
Below's upon the feet
Now Adam 12 got me in this 20/20
So I'm double oh seven about my four one one
Seventy-four catch my eighty-three degrees of heat
You know he started to base at a hell a pace 

And now it's a disgrace,he's got the pipe in his face 

For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones
was only twenty seven and she had five kids.
Coulda' been the whiskey,
Coulda been the pills,
Coulda been the dream she was trying to kill.
But there
evans and his bride
In front of twenty million eyes
Were shot down in a blaze of glory
The networks took a break
For coke and shake and bake
Nothing
the millennium is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds getting found with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., where your seeds at?
dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell

Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth,