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skating collecting payments
Airways all the way over to Third st I dodged a whole lot of cases
I slept in the bando right there by the tire shop into it wit

the venue
This the shit I'm into all black in the rental
My chopper be making hits it's such a sad instrumental
These niggas love boys enjoying their

worst nightmare so dont try to get with me uh
The way I spit my flow bitch ain't nothing ordinary uh
I'll show these motherfuckers 1 by 1 if necessary uh

in mines and y'all's hoods
Made trappers out of these niggas kuz they couldn't rob good
Made platters out of the niggas that tried to rob goods
We

teens
Picked up and dropped so many rhymes
On nothing but free beats
Couldn't afford even the basic lease
Not a thug, so didn't own a gun
To shoot my name

Twin Towers

Jim Jones

On My Way to Church [Clean]

2004

of tyrants and violence,
I'm flossing my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,
But murders go down, you know they

Here's me and MK's new song it's called, "You
Fuck With One You Fuck With All"
All right here's the beat
-Dear Mama Instrumental Starts Playing-

who she got faith in
Changing your faces, Stark how its so instrumental
In playing what you’re classically trained in
Pulled all my strings, sang me

Not with that 9-5 man all that stuffs bummy.
Man I can't go with monty. 
Man he's down for robbing.
Steal your girl and take her shopping.
Make sure

And I'm still mourning
Gave all my purp to my OG
But I want some more red
My lil nigga ask to rob my plug
I told him go ahead
Can't save yo number anyway

fold
Gotta pay me hunnid thousand if you want a show
Gotta pay me right now, you know how it go (cash)
Tryna get It by the pound I got it for the low

Bottle of Humans

Sole

Bottle of Humans

2000

the sky, so nothing gets to my head
The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead
It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams

be acting like bitches
Man I swear these niggas be all on They menstrual
Told my brother I'ma burn Everything
Then I put on this instrumental
Bro told

of sorrow on the ground.

--- Mandolin Instrumental ---

Now when I had a dollar you'd stick right by me
Now I've got nothing but blues for company
Well I

Yesterday

Nate Dogg

Pootie Tang

2001

brain
A lil piece of knowledge of the instrumental piece
Show em how

We blow em out
We bomb singles
Make all the single women bounce
We all

Constant in all of my ways
Never straying from the path of an empath
A pacifist who would rather let his time pass
By grinding in his craft
The one who

the scope (Damn)
I carry all these songs, now my shoulders is broader
Instrumentals I slaughter
But I sign my name on it as if it's a charter
Not sure if

Awakened by that phone call thought the shit was a lie
He called back confirming it and I crumbled inside
Blood in my eyes seeing red want them all dead
It's

you know I've gone mad
Finally in my zone although I don't got a job
Don't make me break character I don't want to rob
Nothing gon be basic bout my drip

by the pair
Fucked her one time she don't want to fuck with none of these niggas she say they don't compare
Bitch if i don't do nothing i know ima ball

Spanish Harlem is my home
As we drink our Pabst we watch the trains roll by
Arkansas is so far away
I got on a plane this morning and now I'm here

You have a beautiful wife and adorable children.
By the way – can you do me a favor?
Can you ask them to stop crying, there is nothing to be scared of.

24

Insane Clown Posse

Hell's Pit, Pt. 2

2004

DAY - car jacks, get out the van
As soon as they step out I pop 'em anyway, BLAAM!
I rob liqour stores with a little 22 hold
I know it's nothing but

The Night Tare
Written & Produced By:
Mr. Loveless

(Instrumental)

I am Mr. Loveless,
I've come to rape your carcass,
I've come to bring you focus,