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We have a weird homicide
In a scene described by one investigator as reminiscent of a weird religious rite

Hello
They call me Schadenfroyd
Im

Wind of Horus

Nile

In Their Darkened Shrines

mentioned in the song. Lanata was a bow made for Tanus by Taita the slave and was made of wood, ebony, rhinocerus horn, and ivory tusks. The bowstring was

Cut It Out

Nelly

Party People [Maxi Single]

2008

chose me
I ain't gotta pick one, imma take alla these
For every hundred you got, imma peel off three
Hey, don't worry bout it lil boy, the bill on me

in the kitchen water whippin' me a chicken
Got this bitch who talks ridiculously silly, not to mention
Just got three-hundred and thirty-seven

lair,
not a shred aware, watching rockets' red glare.
The next year I partied in a gentrified hood,
separate from the poor parts, protected by woods.
Live

as a token
Always eat ass first thing in the morning
Ooo
Pill bottle pill bottle Pill bottle
Ooo
Saved by the bell
Skip every class in school
Never read a book

the back end
Shoot my shot cuz ain't no way I'm finna pass 
 
Roll up 
3.5 
Inna wood 
Smoking good
White gummy from da hood 
15 A g understood
 
Packs low

up
I'm tryna make the spot jump or sum
I need some bread for this shit, this ain't for the love
I'm tryna turn three hundred, to three hunnid thou
Then

the whip
I feel like Kemosabe high as hell
By 3 o clock poured a 3 of wocky chop on me
And hell nah I ain't finna eat hibachi
Shooter pull em up and drop em

Break pound down to an OZ, need that three gram wood full of OG
I don't need a bitch like fuck that trophy, cash in old checks out like
Left hand shooter

Whatever ya pleasure just measure up let's get down 

I see TNA mean PSA 
I must relay im on my way 
Be there by 2 or quarter 3 
The traffic cray you know LA

That karma come around and bite you bet you regret it
Money on the wood make the game good bitch lets bet it
Them 3 words I meant it but never have

street
If I ask you for the one time, I won't ask for three (Aye)
I thought you were the one, so yeah I forgot to leave
Now it's me against the world with

want to fuck just off the creed
Yea your bitch want to fuck me just because I smell good
You can't afford a smoke sesh this a three hundred dollar wood

some time
Three grams in the wood
I can smoke it by myself
Speedin' in a fuckin' Bimmer
Boy your ass gon' get left
I got thirty-three rounds
So I do not

the U S
Increased by a astounding two hundred and forty eight percent
And one of the cities feeling it the most
(I stuff like three grams in the wood

You know whats going on 

I just kopt a smooth 28 
Straight to the stu to get baked
They say my eyes bloodshot 
I aint been sleep in 3 days 
But im wide

do in Houston-Aye Houston
When you in Houston

Bumper kits, eighty fo's, trues, vogues
Coming down, riding slow
Hundred round drummer down by the flo'

So I gathered my possessions and at nightfall, slipped away
I had wearied of this toil on stony ground
Ten summers had I spent in cutting wood

I been on my villain shit nobody care bout my feelings
So I done dead that shit how I been dealing
I just been taking it day by day ducking the news

gotta big brain, I be fucking thinking
I got my own sauce
I use special seasoning
I can get you right for the forty-five
You'll make a hundred thousand by

So I gathered my possessions and at nightfall, slipped away
I had wearied of this toil on stony ground
Ten summers had I spent in cutting wood

somebody told got 5 o pulling tricks.
Got to pay car note and water bill and they both do by the 3rd.
Everybody had the weed so I switched it up to syrup.

Scholar put pencil to the paper
My Acc is on 100 I'll hit you without the laser
The real is dying off and the smiles are getting faker
I can barely tell