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I put my pain down on the tracks
Spend some time at your lowest and watch who gon turn they back
I put my pain down on the tracks
Spend some time

Sinister Tech

Tech N9ne

Anghellic

2001

this
Take that dead shit on
And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me
I'm gonna take that home.
By the sinister TECH N9NE
By the sinister, by

the dog in the sandlot
King of the rose Im the n***a with dem lamb chops
Ready to explode like shaking up a can pop
Puffy send a n***a for the cake then

wasn’t able to muzzle
In the game, I just tripled the double, I feel like I’m Russell
I rose from the rumble, my grind wasn’t subtle
Them n***** was

gone Ball regardless 
Hotter than the sun 
Got 34 shots in a gun 
Call it Charles Barkley
And We might leave this b**** with a few mo bodies
Young n

Roses 
Another bastard casket closes, 
first come the Guns, and next is the mutha-fuckin Roses 
I lay that boy down - He ain't gone get back up! X 4

ist Freitag, ich bin voll auf Line
Drive-by aufm Hollandbike
Deine Alte macht's für'n Dollarschein
Bei mir macht sie umsonst
G-G-Gaaaaaaangster, ich war

neighborhood
Not bad meanin' bad but bad meanin' good
Time flies by with the boomin' system
Shot by my head, I popped back and I missed 'em
So I kept

I'm dating
My mind on point
Like a Red Beaming laser
Son'n every track
Force my name to Mike Vader
Fade everything den finish off w/ a taper
So hood

"Passe donc le mic pour la family qui
Donne le son au Beat 2 Boul pour la mélodie"

Va tèj ton gun, ce soir c'est fun
L'ambiance est bonne
Et j'ai

when I've had a couple of b**rs
Grabbin' a gun when my dog lifts its ears

Runin' outside and I'm blasting away 
Heating up my d**n sawed off 12 g**ge

and it's not free
Convicted shooter locked
Got keys, you can't stop me 
Use your illusion 
Guns n Roses, roses in guns 
Vietnam protests might sober you up

Coming 2 America

Ludacris

Word of Mouf

2001

when you hear it
The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring
Luda throw some grapes on these peasants 

These bitches throwing rose

different tracks I'm making different tracks whoa 

Minus all the chit and chat 1 on 1 let's get to scrap 
Niggas talking guns Brodie go n get the strap 
I

I'm Mr. Game and Watch out the Bros in Super Smash
I'm Dallas Mavs rookie Steve Nash
I'm Joe Strummer but without The Clash
I'm Guns N' Roses without

Crecí escuchando 
Tangos y milongas 
Salsas timbaleras 
Trombones y congas 
Rap callejero 
Sin usar unas Jordan
Guns n roses, Nirvana 
Y la voz de

every nickel that belong to you, son
This has been brought to you by Solomon Childs and the God O'Gun

Reality hits hard close, every man for themself,

soft as rose pettles b 

Fly goon Lucifer n god wit me Keep it a brik so out of heaven he kikn me Rose from konkrete da law kant govern me ant nunnin

breaths
Fit the monsters with our guns
As we ride off towards the sun
Twenty years have past
Since the nuclear blasts
Much has come of us
We rose from

block wit sum'n
(Gun sounds)
Nigga it's all or none
Sasuke itachi kakashi
Chidori stream through my body
Reunited, invite my team
We all kicking it like

Circus

Tom Waits

Real Gone

2004

We put up our tent on a dark
green knoll, outside of town by
the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
and her

the fuck You leave down here by myself
These n***** ain't real

Eventually time will tell
cnd it expose a n**** hand

I go off a n**** actions
Give a fuck

talk behind yo back if you take my lighter
N*ggas hanging on by a thread, they some kite riders 
Rd said the future is bright, I bought a highlighter
I

Whoever thought a young'n from a city
Full of rattle snakes was ever going to make it
Out the grass patch
A hood I couldn't count on the Nasdaq