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We'll Kill U

The Lonely Island

Turtleneck & Chain

2011

Hey
Hey, what's wrong?
Come quick, some losers wanna fight us
Oh, not again, I'll go get my gun

Ok

You must be loco to mess with us
Don't

you talk to
Ima big dog no roof
Ion really play by the rules don't get it Confused
Stand up nigga fr
I never hated
I give my flowers as well
We can go

to keep em' apart
A couple shots in, to hell again
Somehow I made it out alive
And I'm so lonesome
When you ain't by my side

I coulda, and I shoulda

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't

backing out, no fucking restart
Just plug me in so I can recharge
You a stain on my brain, you just a skid mark
Just stay in your lane, or hit by the car

I took a couple wins, but I also took some losses
Money on my mind and I can't get it off my conscience
Baby my heart cold, stone cold, Steve Austin

RIP Chris RIP Lil Rocket
Took a few losses I had to get off it
I got a pack hit that shit with the Steve Austin
My plug up in Boston they thought

it, she can feel my spirit fallin'
And I fear she worry too much, but I'm glad she worry 'bout me
Then again, the world is too much, I can see my

Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags

lose
My outfit it look so unprofessional, say that I look like Steve from Blue's Clues
It's another easy target we don't need an excuse
I'm not from St.

keeps happening over and over again
I keep burning my lists of excuses, but somehow I keep finding more
I want to change for me, for you, for the kids,

scars on my body, I take shit real serious.
They play my heart, and they ripped it to pieces. Yeah, I ball with the team I play with, Team Serie a.
Can't

Passin' Me By

The Pharcyde

West Coast Collection, Vol. 1

1997

me by
(Nevertheless, I'll say it again)
She keeps on pass-

When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly
See she's my type of hype and I

Passin' Me By

The Pharcyde

Phat Rap Flava '95

1995

me by
(Nevertheless, I'll say it again)
She keeps on pass-

When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly
See she's my type of hype and I

#2:  It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1:  Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:

breathing than win
Get shot and my parents be left grieving
Though I'll never love again
I still love Kels and Aaliyah
And if you're looking up to me, so be

my heart holy spirit came inside
He washed away my stains now I'm feelin so alive
A young king coming straight outta Haiti
By way of Brooklyn, NY

functions
I know my heros should be running for elections
But they're all unchosen by the world's selection
Draft day, we're needing that cash kay
Cause my

ground (higher ground)
To a higher ground.

Troubled times may bring me down
And drive me to my knees
And I am blinded by despair
And cannot see.

But you

Hop on the beat causing madness
Wen I spit it's tragic
Wear my own shit new fashion
Race in in the whip fuck crashing 
By the look in her eyes I'm

And you can't receive if ya hands ain't free
Teach me to forgive again
Forgive again, forgive again
Teach my heart to
Forgive again
Forgive again
And again

wit' a smile at a club
Reached to shake my fuckin' hand and brought back a nub
All them temporary spots will be filled time again
You can hate me now,

Industry Shakedown

Freddie Foxxx

Street Triumph

2006

wit' a smile at a club
Reached to shake my fuckin' hand and brought back a nub
All them temporary spots will be filled time again
You can hate me now,

Steve Austin
I'm cold hearted bitch my heart made of ice 
Commercials when I blow talking Sprite, Old Spice
I'm mean on the beat in real life I'm nice