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Open: An Open Minded Collection (Green Velvet) · Warm/Open Fire, Two Guitars (Johnny Mathis) · Chipmunks Roasting on an Open Fire (Bob Rivers) · Chipmunks Roasting on an Open Fire (Bob Rivers) · Open Fire (Y&T) · Open Fire (Y&T) · Open Fire (Ronnie Montrose) · Open Fire [Bonus Tracks] (Y&T) · Open Fire (Y&T) · Open Fire (Ronnie Montrose) – and 90 other albums »


I'm running out of life
Open down and taken by
Sixty one in forty nine
Vision at the crossroads

Fire in the fading moon
Fire in the afternoon
Fire
of hail and fire

The devil staring you down with open arms
"Come and be my only love!"
I promise you the future
You've always screened
Or the fire-door
That we kept propping open.

And I love this place
The enormous sky,
And the faces, hands
That I'm haunted by
So why can't I forgive these
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
first fucking drive-by
Open fire with that deuce deuce on the crowd
They started yelling as the bithces started falling down
All I heard was sirens by
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
black, well-done beef cooker

My tre-eighty kept me crazy Dunn, she had me whipped
In the whip high, riding by, ready ta spit
She like to talk shit,
black, well-done beef cooker

My tre-eighty kept me crazy Dunn, she had me whipped
In the whip high, riding by, ready ta spit
She like to talk shit,
self
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat
While we ask no reason for
rubber like "green is the new green"
Rubber necks froze, slows by the multiplex
Rodeo commotion, I'm open to see what culminates
Boogie on the right,
rich with no cash on the bigger label 
Your tri-state ways are shut down by barricades 
In fact I packed my bags, and listened to E-40 
Mac Mall,
for them to attain
So Oderus did call for conclave

First came Balsac, his council was wise
His War-Axe gleamed, he was a loyal knight
Plus forty
fat stomachs in the limousines 
Mixtapes by wack DJ's adds doo doo play 
I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway 
Like a mirage,
Get up, wake up, open your eyes
Take up, Puerto Rican judo class (Puerto Rican Judo)x3
That's, the only alternative that, you have to pass
Living
bein ourself 
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat 
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat 
While we ask no
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey
Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-Y-N is the place where I stay
the hours of twelve and one
No change, no sudden wonder
Could undo what had been done

The watchman lay there dreaming
At fourty five degrees
He dreamed that
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And then some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
Eyes wide open, can't you see
I had my first heels by the age of thirteen
Mom and dad tried to hide the boys
I swear that just made them want me more
[Featuring Nas] 
Nas: {Verse One} 
What? 
Back to back Benzes, wit the wild gremlins 
Gaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, this is
about 
(Yeah) Shit it's serious 
You hear these lyrics that I'm spittin 
You see me comin 
I bout that K, best be gettin 
Fire spittin 
Guts
live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey
'cause it's the be-the-are-the-O-the-O-K
L-why-N is the place where I stay
live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey
Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-Y-N is the place where I stay
I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O'bannons.
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the A-K forty seven

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