Search results for 'Alcohol Tax Unit'

Regardless

Bubba Sparxxx

Dark Days, Bright Nights [Newtown]

2001

cheese multiply quicker than sellin rocks?

{Bubba}
I invest in pharmaceuticals like Xanax and Loritabs
Take 'em all with alcohol, then hunt for some

Nature of the Threat

Ras Kass

Soul on Ice

1996

paintings in France and Spain to the Venus of Willendorf
Around 2000 B.C. Southern Russians migrate in small units
Those who travel West populated Europe

G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
50 Cent, nigga (Uh, huh) , Tony Yayo (yeah)
Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?)

Yeah, and you don't stop
I do a one-eight-seven

Anin to my brothers in Rankin and Garden River
Love from the mixed-blood to the land caregivers
The non-tax payers. Tobacco in prayers
Where

I stay gangsta'd up
Niggas ain't got shit on me
And I stay wit my gat in
Case I gotta pop somebody
G-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see
That,

playa, I ain't even gotta tax at all
Good vibes, pretty women, good weed, alcohol
I gotta stack it all
I can't slack at all
Niggas who stuck in the trap

even phased
I might mix the slushy with Henny, okay
Just to maybe crack a smile on my face
Alcohol units take away the pain
They wanna touch bad b*****s

me! No! my jewelry ain’t real don’t 2pac me, man I’m lying cause I bought a Makaveli back with me! From the spirit realm! We split units now I’m the new

Niggas ain't got shit on me
And - I I I I stay with my
Gat - in case I gotta pop somebody
Geeee-Unit clique! - You're blind
If you can't see
That - weeee

Mixin' Fashion like its a Passion
Think we just passed'em
Fantastic Fresh out the plastic
Still have to tax it
Pass it Just Keep the gas lit
They say

anarchy
First spot we hit it was my liquor store
I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford
With red lights flashin', time to retire
And then we

April 29, 1992 (Miami)

Sublime

Sublime

1996

First spot we hit it was my liquor store
I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford
With red lights flashin', time to retire
And then we turned that

Spread my resources across the world
They still mad that I ain't getting caught up in the tax code
I'm slipping and weaving attempts
To tear down my

a show, gimme cash
I ain't payin' no tax
I copped the racks for the day
And I counted up ten
Put them racks real estate
Multiply it by ten
Niggas subtweet

got the juice)
Just like, just like G-Unit (This is how we do)
I feel like O.J. simp (Yeah I got the juice)
Riding thru the city taking Effen shots like

units landin dats by 8 o clock,

I seen niggas movin dat soft, I had to made it rock,
I still scrape da pot, Yuh I still scrape da pot,
I ain’t even crack

tryin' to be spiritual
All I need is the bud to relax me
Low on cash so don't try to tax me
Hit me off with a dose from the potion
Too much stress but I

You don't think I know that bitch, I be in she make me
I showed her how to get some racks and really tax on packs
I ain't that same nigga, slide

just make a comeback
I never back down
You can't tell me nothing babe
I won't relax now
I understand that time is money
Imma tax now
I stood up for

lie with me and watch the stars
Forever

If my love for you was alcohol
Then I'd be on the floor
If love was judged by units
Then I would love more

If

Pointin' Fingers

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Collective

2003

lose your life
City red, sheist, bubble all night, lower the price
I improved, dock and move units, fiends who shooted
Younger cats tooted, faggot you

the stage!
I don't let her smoke or take no pills or no alcohol
Put a tax on gas and miles driven for that outcall
Hope it aint the police we been texting

Fed

E-40

In a Major Way

1995

through three or four units a week on the over over
Puttin' the Whammy on 'em (Whammy on 'em)
Cake up and baking soda, all that old shit
(What's yo'

Yoke the Joker

Naughty by Nature

Naughty by Nature

1991

of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you

I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass