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hears the time tick by He's got cigarettes and coffee He's got little bean bag ashtrays He's listenin' to Bonanza, but the clock has got his eye
Players keep playin', haters keep hatin' So much to say, so little time For the hood that I pray Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow Wash my
Cool breeze, sheltering trees, Deep within the glen- All around, sound, on the ground, Footsteps fall of little men Now look wise, from your
dug up more lies than libariens Here I be Sha the King of the Israelians Use your little two ears to hear me in In the meanwhile, Razah reptiles, get
Players keep playin', haters keep hatin' So much to say, so little time For the hood that I pray Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow Wash my
I can see the way I'm bound Looking north headed south The devil, he don't care which road I take I've been runnin' long enough Can see your hand
to find the one with the biggest booty (Oh..damn!) Bathing suits, tight bikinis No alcohol, 'cause i'm a little too young to drink Got the crib
finally understand It's all out of my hands I lived way longer than they said I would So now I'm taking all your love Like an experimental drug Come by
day With this ring we go our way For better or worse I take thee wed By your hand I will be led Through the years we'll live in bliss Life will
your hand and don't try to flam Or front like a stunt who lost her cunt I only hit grand slams, never will I bunt Bases are loaded, bottom
blow your hands off, before the first show Punk Rock Ambulance!! get me down Punk Rock Ambulance!! we start to frown Punk Rock Ambulance!! get him up
count on any reprieve The hands of the helpless are raised Your dead little secrets are praised The people stand dumbstruck and dazed By the inches
We've paid you to put us In the palm of your hand So take your little toys And get outta here Don't want to live in fear Washington You're no fun,
hand, there were some roses On his lips, there was a prayer On a stone, these words were written 'Your soul is God's, your mem'ry mine' And as I
While back-ups destroy the car All for a little bid of weed Dog bite my arm, Treat me as a murderer Please let me up The handcuffs are too tight
and catching flies Little known her throat has time What's it matter, games are forever Tries to the singer of the book she writes Boredom is a crime Now
Her daddy lost most everything On horses, whiskey, and wedding rings A little work and luck my friend I'm gonna buy that mountain back again
is how I feel daddy You look a little baddy your fun's alone I watch flicks, stretched out in a bungalow And you found out you hon's a hoe Livin'
Yet tearing at us We will know that this is a disappointment Every little detail ruined by your cold hate This is disappointment And I promise this
instead I'll stay inside Undisturbed by the far off sound of your breathing Guess we're our fathers children after all You've gotta gun in your hand that
like you know you should, Take my hand, you know it all good, NESIAN STYLE got your gurl calling my name, With beats so PHAT, somebody call JENNY
a little tree You will stop thinkin' 'bout The fear love induces When I hear from you, when I know about your research I feel myself powerless In my hands
you walk on the bones of your brothers' broken homes Knowing how karma's cold hand grips at your throat? I've been trapped beneath the soil
Fuck around, they take your son My niggas had the right to run We twist our fingers into guns They get torn apart by the son You can't thrive
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