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off on a frenzy (Goin' off)
So celebrate me now (Lezter you goin' crazy)
‘Cause I might be dead by
The time I'm twenty, yeah

You know I be slidin'

weed leaves like Tarot
Beat the case, Charles Darrow, Fire Burn!
Babylon brought marshmallow
Ras, your god is dead
Wings are tin, feet of lead
Childhood

ol’ Santa Clogs!

TOODLES (as Santa)
One for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready and off I go!

LOST BOYS
Ho-ho-ho!

TOODLES (as Santa)
Don’t

When the Guns Come Out

E-40

Blade Trinity [Clean]

2004

sirens roar
Better get that money, and be out the door

[W.C.]
Racket, racket, comin' out of the back end
Dead at you, he throwin' the hot lead at you

Reality Rap

Kaos

Special Edition

2002

streets living off juice and naughty sleep
You'll be six feet under this concrete

You and that metal cut them corners you ghetto's left deserted
My

to hunt is
Indicated by their eye colour
Yellow's day dark's night while
Orange eyes are crepuscular
They have three eyelids, ones used for sleep
Ones for

tool by my crotch, I'll unload it
Let me break down this leaf, let me unroll it
Let me roll up this weed, cause we gon' blow it Cause we stay with them

a rooster does.
Infiltrate your computers.
Turn one inch brains into rulers. 
Ten percents nothing at all.
Activate grow ten feet tall.
Meditate turn the tv

The Rocky Road to Dublin

Celtic Thunder

Mythology

2013

the water round me bubbling;
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead,
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,

Something's better not said
Remind my brain how to catch my breath
I think imma lose my head
Are you better alive or are you better off dead
Imma

from the dead
Can't you see I got these blood stains on my hands
It's Mr Check 'Em off wreck em all 
Come through like a wrecking ball
I'm creating havoc

her I was dead
Did she weep?

My dear Alma, may you continue to be courted by gentlemen 
Who have been in the trenches
And those who are in sunken

three out the lockin
Shit dead, it ain't no respondent Only hang with Suvis, niggas hauntless
Keep on cookin' till we see the car flip Grunt, we don't

a babe by my side, I can see she a fan
Like aw shit

And I got it off the rip,
Surfboard, right hand, as I'm walking down the cliff,
Now,
I better not

me)
Throwin' the bag like Brady (Brady)
We takin' off like McGrady (McGrady)
Wanna talk down better speak up
Yuh yuh
I'm counting my bands while I got

In My Neighborhood

Spice 1

Hits

1998

trippin', I got this 187 Proof by my side
It's finna be on

Is that right?

Yeah

But where you stayin at, man, what's goin' on?

Same mothafuckin'

deceased
762s knock you off of your feet
switch in the back make them shots repeat
 know it’s by my side when I’m in these streets
 walk a nigga down hop out

This Is Family

Fabolous

How to Be an MC, Vol. 45: Instrumentals

2007

riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by

dearly departed better off there

Reliving the psychopath and down with the bucking blast, and taking my chance
'Cause when you get near my sawed off

miss me but not misses
If you ask me what's my interest, all my interest involve interest
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off but you can't cut my

people dead in the streets
And y’all just wanna hear that shit that bop your heads to the beat
They say that ignorance is bliss but that don’t settle with

feelings of better days
It’s a shame that it ended with the pain
Of hating

3:30 was the drop
Broken windows and a propped up lock
Against the front door

trip sick pop em like a pop tart
MCX make a cheese grate out that cop car
Better ask about the loc 
Three pumps to the front and knock the gas out

Completely distracted by this girl riding by
I never really look, but this one caught my eye
Heart skipped a beat, and she was gone just as soon