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Charlie Manson

Esham

Dead Flowerz

1996

niggas, dead bodies, premeditated. 
Born and brought up in Detroit street educated, 
Everything I do in this life is still drug related. 
Do my dirt by my

The South

E.S.G.

Down South Hustlers

1995

And I knock on virgin hoe
So and if ya dick fit
'cause it's dank and drink
Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick
I'm big wit the .44
This ain't an indo
Got

the door
I'll be there.

When the winter comes knocking on the door
And you've the firelight dancing on the floor
In the dead of night when every star

Followed his heart out the door
Tonight's the night by a candle light
The Sisters of Mercy couldn't save his life
An eye for eye makes a mother cry...
We all

a competition
But I'm winning by a landslide oh God
Better come over the man side
You're feeling self conscious
But I swear that your booty is the right size

justified
And they can write about the night
Give life to every star in the sky
And I'm stuck in Arial font, doing my own therapy 
Writing how I wanna 
I

led by blinded disgraces
Following orders, the ones of the faceless
Wasted life

I've always kept my head above the water
A drifter with your tides I'm

here

Alone there is no one there
I call your name inside my head
Memories are flashing by 
Good times just seem so near
Begging you to come back home
I

It's 3 in the morning
I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbell
Thoughts going through my mind
Pitch black, my eyes are blind
So I'm getting up to see

goes like this
I'm crazy, fucked in the brain
People say that I'm goin insane
Because the life that I chose underneath the concrete
Deep where the dead

that he he should lie
so Mary wipe your weeping eyes
Cause he is the balm in Gilead
He's yet alive
My God's not dead

Chrous:
Put your hand in the hand

Humanity brought to its knees
I can't stand this
Better off average
Existence
Fuck that
Life is a mistress
The difference
Is that
I wouldn't miss

he came in fire and the smell of hell
and he only took the evil folk
That he'd snort and breathe the flesh of dead
and that you knew him by the smoke

stop to till you die
GAWNE's finna come for your life
Might be the dead of the night
Quicker than lightning I'll strike
Soon as I hop on the mic...
It's

Tupac:
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong

CHORUSx2
It's time that some people started to show a little respect,
We all love it but we all represent,
We only have one life and we should live it

that I'm sworn to do
You know nothing of my life
All I did was steal some bread
You know nothing of the world
You would sooner see me dead
But not before

The white witch of Rose Hall,
The devil she could call.
Mother Ruthford come one day,
Into Montego Bay.
The great house,
An accountant man.
Annie

When I come home it will be with, someone else's blood on my shirt
Another county's dirt on the knees of my ripped jeans
And I won't wanna talk

say?
Say woah, you spend your life dead

you feeling your body turn cold
Preserve the life that pumps through your veins, to keep it alive, everything has been slowed
Dead men walk in the land

rabbit hole

Surrounded by four walls
Itch myself out, situation is awful
Cos we're in it again, spin it till we're dead
If not now then when, Cos I'm

They love me, they murder for me
Bitches get naked for me
Niggas caught bids they be home in nev-uary
Prized possession, can't take me when
You dead

the One
And the way that the Son
Made a way for his sons
By His grace and His love
And the pain that would come
When they raisin' him up
And the angels