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todding my gun having my fun breaking bread
with my loved ones raymond rolling the weed in the pheonix streets been
up been down been struck by greif

everybody knows our name
Gifts are pouring down the street, yeah, that's a different kind of fame
I'm taking one shot, two shot, three shot, then I'm taking

another day old
Now I lay me down to sleep
If I should die before I wake
Let me make it to the break

Got a foot up in the door linked wit yro
Clash party

brick
To break down the wall
We're all immigrants and thugs and
Pink Floyd sort of sucks without the drugs
Singing put wings on pigs fuck money get high

Give me back My Universe - Music and Lyrics by Daniel Morency

Verse I:

- The frosty lines in my window - Unveil some weird things to me

- It

Where I'm From

House of Pain

Same as It Ever Was

1994

that's Where I'm From X2

Back in the hub we used to drop madel
Contemplate in hell
The stories I could tell would
Freak your mind
And wreck your

her cheeks real sandy
Bought a bill with the two, put a nigga in a tomb 
I don't watch cartoons, no Billy & Mandy

Lil' nigga, I'm grown, better

Okay y’all one thousand words in two minutes
Let’s do this yo

In a couple minutes I'ma have to kill it
All the haters that just sit up on the web

out where yo momma live and buy the crib
I don't got no kids, I'm seedless
Baby you thirsty, you teethin'
My brother he come home, in another week
I

Birmingham, 1974, there occurred a bloody murder
Twenty-one people killed by bombs, Britain reeled in horror
Within three hours the British State

Strange Daze

Kottonmouth Kings

Rollin' Stoned

2002

fatties are the Tylenol 3's
And the orange ones I got come straight from overseas
You know how I do it, wakin' up everyday
Drinkin' beers in my bed,

like peeping out behind a Closed door
To get to his heart you have to Climb that wall
Heart is open but this chapter In his life is closed
Breath
I can't

Take a Look Around

The B.U.M.S

Da Undaground Sound, Vol. 3: East Meets West

1997

didn't have the means
Wore dirty jeans and bought hot sneaks from dopefiends
I know it's hard but three bucks (?) is real
Out here gats kill sellin

Nine missed calls, eight days later
Seven halls we walked down together
Meet at six, five you're at her place
Four walls, three lovers
Two unaware

and
Dreaming
One two three
Nothing scary
I can live
And still bury
My old self in ground and still come back
Stronger
Better
Not finished
I am finished when I

Thousand dollars for one shoe
Thousand dollars for one shoe
Thousand dollars for one shoe
Thousand dollars for one shoe
Ayo, barely on the shooter
Wall in

Verse 1: Po3
All I need is a little bit of light on my face
And I ain’t talking bout the type you can make
Forget a bulb and a set of walls, I’d like

Partner to Swing

Chino XL

Here to Save You All

1996

They don't need a partner to swing (X6)
"More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba

Verse 2:
Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
Warning your

the motherfucking wall 
I can see this sucka crawl 
And motherfucking fall on the ground 
All about to sprawl 
As I kick him in the teeth 
You will never believe

not no trip I been countin' the racks, keep me out your midst
Nigga can't hide in the house, cause 7.6 2 shoot through a brick
Subs by

One, two, just perfect what you do
Three, four, hone in a little bit more

Five, six, if it don't jump before the mix
Go back to square one so you can

been lied to, your leaders been leading you to believe that there's no more, than what you can see, two or three, but I know four, I'd show y'all, but ya

economy
Pull the cards, bar for bar, bards for armed robbery
Triple 2s, triple 3s, forbidden fruit, spittin' seeds
Bullets hit the bricks for free, wagon

Running in circles, Running in circles (circles)
Why did I ever go hurt you?
Saint Laurent don
But I'm just another pawn
You living life fast this is