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I watch these woods at night
On lonely roads at night
I wait in vain for the spirit train 

On a windy hill, by a mossy stone
I stand alone
featuring Peter Gunz 



Chorus: Peter Gunz 



I'm sending rappers to heaven 

so call me uplifting 

I greet ya defeat ya 

take all
By Craig Doerge, Judy Henske

There was a city
In this desert
Shining with fountains
And pools of clear
Sweet water.
So many clouds
Of white birds
At Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white
By midnight
We'd forgotten one another
And when the morning came
I was ashamed
Only now it
my secrets with the night

As I breathe through this windy city
The devil he now rides upon my back
And all the boys here look mighty pretty
I
and all the tax cheaters 
Sitting in the White House pulling their peters 
Buy me cheeba from the cop down the street 
The only cop with a rope chain
dust at St. Anthony's Feast

All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters
Sitting in the White House pulling their peters
Buy my cheeba from the cop
and all the tax cheaters 
Sitting in the White House pulling their peters 
Buy me cheeba from the cop down the street 
The only cop with a rope chain
white meat
Oh, the one they hate so well
He sure keeps it pyscho like the old bates motel
They came to ask him for a least some new tracks
But only
Turnin' blue in the face,by holdin' his breath 

With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest 

But then he tried to stop,but it never worked
the Bailey's 
Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater 
My nigga drop losses, strike like Adidas 
Shit is deep, the Grant's still burnin'
the windy cities
Latin Kings, Manhattan Queens 
Spanish cobras, band of shoulders, families of soldiers
40 busters, 4 corner hustlers 
From west side,
?)
All the cars, V12 by the hood
Had the jets, had the strip, had the power, he was livin' that life
New whips every hour, it's a shame, in my hood
[Verse 1: Lord Tariq]
What, Yo-yo-yo-yo

I'm broken down from keys to oz's to grams
And being sold in city blocks moving hand to hand
Who am I?
on
And a white tee over that Iron Mike
Lookin’ fly tonight, feel like I might die from a spider bite
Come back as Spider-Man, Park my Peter inside a dyke
Bitch
out man
That is..that's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white shit he doin' man

I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Hate rules
on, niggaz gon' need some kryptonite/crip-tonite to stop me
Yeah!

Standin' on the top of the Eiffel Tower
Starin' down at New York City
Like
bitch
Against the psych situation is no win
Peter Jennings, have you ever had a nigga kick yo door in
Schools in white hoods, are so so big
But
on, niggaz gon' need some kryptonite/crip-tonite to stop me
Yeah!

Standin' on the top of the Eiffel Tower
Starin' down at New York City
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