Lyrics:
Where the true power resides, On the lower east side!
(sfx cheering)
V3 Fanny
Let’s do this…
(sfx, cheering)
V4 Group / Chorus 4 x
1 -Boycott beef
2
Actually, Lucy, my trouble is Christmas
I just don't understand it
Instead of feeling happy, I feel sort of let down
You need involvement
You
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
I'm living life as a gamble
Living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten
To all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten
live? How you seeeeeeee...
Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaaow!!
[Buddah Monk - Brooklyn Zu]
Dunn can
don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker!
Where you reside, motherfucker! How you live? How you see
Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout
on Christmas Eve
A cabin with the light on
Brought them to its door
A woman said, "In my home
You can't bring in your war
So leave your rifles outside
Up
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
the king bow down
And next time you get a cut
Make the barber trim the eyebrows down
My fans like, "Cass' you the best"
Damn right I was battling before
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
Back to Phoenix on the highway ready for the next game
Dem Phoenix Suns they live
When we sittin' all courtside
On the wood where it's all good
By
One year I got a dog for Christmas
And I gave it to the boy next door
Then I gave him my bike and my mom's bank card
'cause that's what Christmas is
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
Put on my slippers walk out the front door
It's the GLC everybody lets go
One two three to the four
I wear my Pyjamas when I goes down the store
Put
the blizzard wind tonight
Surrounded by the falling snow, I'm wishing for some light
With head bent down from the cold I struggle for each step
When in the wind
science
That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'
You die
thought
That you never would see
Why are my knives out
What's this mess
Where is the fucking top of the tree
The topless christmas tree
It's something you
thought
That you never would see
Why are my knives out
What's this mess
Where is the f***ing top of the tree
The topless christmas tree
It's something you
I lost through abortion
When I'm gone y'all niggas better not mourn
Keep flossin' as long as my name
Lives on what's most important
I'll be down
I lost through abortion
When I'm gone y'all niggas better not mourn
Keep flossin' as long as my name
Lives on what's most important
I'll be down
This Old House
Wyatt Easterling
August 26th, 2018
This old house is where my story first begins
I got the word that progress was closing in
There's
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
{Dear Santa, I live in Hollywood but it's not like in the movies
Where Christmas is always snowy white
On my list, is just one wish that it would
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