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Albums:

Shot Shot (Gomez) · Shot Shot (Gomez) · Songs from the Penalty Box, Vol. 6 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Songs from the Penalty Box, Vol. 7 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Death Penalty (Witchfinder General) · Songs from the Penalty Box (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Songs from the Penalty Box, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Songs from the Penalty Box, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Death Be the Penalty (Shabazz the Disciple) · Penalty Life (The Pillows) – and 90 other albums »


clock and my buck shots run right through ya 
I never knew ya 
'Cause I'm not a trick 
You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm not the piggity-pig 
I get
the sticker with the sick fillin
Vik sta
He stacks chips by any rich way

And keep black lips fuck what any bitch say
It ain't no time for no tip or tatt
impossible
For the weak at last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin' you, watchin' me
Throwin' rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young g we
death is always the penalty!!!!

Word! Yo R.I.P. my brother Rah, Bumpy, Junior, Herb
Know what I'm saying, just, Jeffrey, my man Stevo
They all were shot
the rhyme fashous
Silencer on the tech-nine shot got your pillow wet
All your bitch say was the black silhouette

Of the dark ninja, lion king
Centered in drugs
Twin mack loaded slugs and buckin at them other thugs
Engraved, with the mark of the beast 
The shots I released increased aimin for dey
the penalty box, cop a plea
Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse, you
the raw in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin'
to all enemies, by your own fuckin penalties
Off with your dome I roam through your war zone with a platoon
full of soldiers with dust bones
Ain't nuttin
wasn't so friendly then
And by the way, I never ate a Indian
So who's the real savage?
Six feet tall on the average
Mark the number of the God damn beast
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
Cocked! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by
opened up the door, headed up the stairs
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was there
First sight he saw, struck him by surprise
Two shots was
on bubblegum wrappers
Maybe on penalty shots

Ohhh, oh-woo-woo-woo-woo
Woo-woo-woo-woo, woo-woo-woo-wooooo-wo-o
Woooo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woooo
or do right? Make peace or go raw? 
I can't explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth 
Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself
Got the devil
spill to fill a river
And I'll part the sea like Moses' staff
And smite my enemies, despite the penalties
You can live like king, but die from injuries
them cops, for death penalties at stake
Shakes scrapped off of porcelein plate, to the last grain
Never make the mistake of givin' my last name
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
Cocked! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by
(Tim Wilson/Dean Daugherty)
Timothy Wilson Music (BMI)/Admin. by Copyright International/Lowery Music (BMI)

Tim Wilson lyrics

Ricky Tidwell was
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint 

That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti 
Like the body cool  keep the strap up by the naughties
your expired by the shots
Hot wired by the watts, exterminate ya, terminate ya
War displayed by the real niggaz

[Raekwon]
On his wrist saw
the only quarter is a quarter key
if that ain't a penalty, it oughta be
And the concession stand is so sick
Servin' you the cat, rat and dog on a stick
escape you betta haul ass
Cause when I catch ya physically and mentally
I bring yo ass on the block that's the penalty
Put 'em in the hot seat grab

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