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We were doomed right from the start
Your clumsy silent griefs were so bizarre
You killed yourself with reservation
Killed yourself by never saying more

Gangsta Nation

Westside Connection

Terrorist Threats [Clean]

2003

it but bust it and khaki jeans strains
I'm done movin' I'm clearin' the crowd
It's the who bangin' bandanna cri-mi-ni-mi-nal, the ori-gi-nal

[Mack

a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a
Ditch just

to hide

You're being chased through the woods by a murderous rapist
You know how it's gonna end, ever heard of Jason?
The terror your facin' gonna cost you

to hide

You're being chased through the woods by a murderous rapist
You know how it's gonna end, ever heard of Jason?
The terror your facin' gonna cost you

nobody can fix?

Do you know about
The torment you caused me
It's why I call you Satan Eyes
You're the worst thing that could ever be

Na Na Na na na Na Na

Gangsta Nation [Multimedia Track]

Westside Connection

Terrorist Threats [Clean]

2003

And we don't kick it but bust it and kaki jeans strains
I'm done movin I'm clearin the crowd
It's the who bangin bandana cri-mi-ni-mi-nal, the ori-gi-nal

THE DAY THEY KILLED HIP-HOP
  I remember the day they killed Hip-Hop, Nas dropped it was written. His conscious lyrics became too authentic

Who's the one that kissed ya girl
It was me, Dio
Who's the one that killed ya gramps
It was me Dio
Who's the one that tricked ya friends
It was me

with my car you got it fixed on your own 
Went stripping at the club to pay the shit that I won’t 
found a woman who does, cause she had did what I don’t

if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot

Treat the microphone like a drone, the way I blew it up
Santana getting double crossed, the knife to the gut
American me, versus society and who the fuck

And everything you take for granted I can be killed for
When I’m out doing my job it's so hard
Think I want to rob they house and steal cars
Tell me who do think

on the concrete 
Made a quarter mil’ age of 21
Had a million by 23

What the Fuck they gone say about me? 
People that don’t play about me
Its n***as that’s gone

killed off by folsom property tax 
Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose 
Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost 
Make off

killed off by folsom property tax 
Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose 
Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost 
Make off

na na na na na
Woah
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Several years go by
In the blink of an eye
Mum and Dad are now gone
So now it's

saying patience
But by now I've had to wait since
Last year and I only ever
Speak to her through the phone

Well I've had enough it's getting rough
I'm

Modern Girl

Sheena Easton

Take My Time

1981

wants to be, is a modern girl
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
She's a modern girl

It looks like rain again, she takes the train again

of 2nd and Pine
I turned to read what it said
The headline on the billboard read
Who killed Gary Miller?
Who killed Gary Miller?

The police are in need

chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)

The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito

How should I start this?

down ain't it tragic
Do you really wanna know who's next up
Do you really wanna know who's next up
Do you really wanna know who's next up
Who's is next

it?
Is this all?
Will we live?
Will we go?
I am not
Who I was
Will you love me at all?
And we will grow and fast
We will leave this town
Where we´re not

This Guy from the Diesel Again
His dark soul
Possessed by demon
He has the goal
To make you screaming
He needs no gold
The passenger leader
It’s warm