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the plains and wooded hills 
To the city by the sea 
To heed the justice in hearts 
cnd find a way to set them free 

We worked the land and tilled the fields

or Queen B
This ain't new news
Don't confuse
From the dark hues
Jazz and blues grew
Side by side too
Preview what I have in store
The tambourine is here

down the street & Gilbert always got us meat
& Old Man Murphy ran the funeral home
Now I've spilled more blood than a Viking should, fire & iron where

today 
The sounds to fall asleep 
The fireworks upon the hill 
As they're crowding down George Street 
Moments caught like Polaroids 
The sound of cars

plastered with my face 
Guess that would be nice
I’d put one outside my ex’s flat
Winks when she pass by 

Watch me plead the fifth then drink one 
Lab like

Uh

Yikes

We the wave right now,
Roll up by the pound,
Ride round with a stick,
Couple shots get hit
Letting off more rounds
No time for a hater

on top of the hills
Ain't really nothing to stress
Feeling amazing, i'm lookin amazing
I got these lil bitches impressed
Got in my bag ain't no more lookin

on me
After I bust her one time, then I pass her to my homie
Thought she was my sunshine, made it rain on her
I'm out in California in the hills full

The night flies by, in just a blink,  
I take her hand, we share a wink,  
Off to the hills, the dawn’s in sight,  
The sun will rise, a brand new light.

two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause

Gangsta Wife

K-Ci & JoJo

Life [Original Soundtrack]

1999

Wife-wife(yea-e-yea-ah), wife-wife(o-ooo-oh)
A gangsta wife(Say that's all I need...), down to ride(...in my life)
Wife-wife(is a gangsta wife...), wife-wife(...by my

a gleaming bonnet and a rusty heart
Back in the day he looked quite the part
There's a boat by the river on a shady bank 
Tied up where his dreams all sank

Eastside or no side
On big hill shit
Hands up don't move
I'ma up this bitch
I don't play by the rules
Bitch step in my shoes
'Cuz I ain't in the mood
Who

lyric heavy, because that's how we wrote and played them.

Thom Fish 2003

The Songs (all written by Thom Fish and Martin Carolan)

Blue Skies (cre Only c

and you all shall rot as you follow him

Run for your lives, we are here to kill
Worthless blue lives tremble. Run for the hills

So fall to your knees,

I said ima get it
You getting old by the minute
I don’t break rules, I bend it yeah
I want 100 percent (nah)
I want 110
I want a house on the hills
I

alone

There's a man with a new harp and he's blowing some blues
In a Brooks Brothers suit and high top tennis shoes
Tripped on a street sign

celebrity is you
I see Muhammed Ali
Clanking goes my trolley (18)
Starred in "Hello Dolly"
When it ran out of blue and Salvatore Dali
He did a little sketch

know my granny loved me, even though I gave her the blues
I changed my life and got up out the streets
Because it ain't cool

Aye this shit fire, it's

go and add it up
Pocket full of blue strips
Muthafucka run it up
Real road runner shit
Watch a Nigga add it up
I want my niggas on top
Go head get yo

The Lamborghini was my whippin' wheels
Did a different deal
Then I fucked a different
Bitch in Hidden Hills
In my blue Lamb', need a different teal
And a different

skatin' sippin' forties
With Bayani on the nano with a Microsoft recorder, yeah

Swan dive down my mama up at Swedish
Hit the hill the first day

to the music, don't step to us, that's a paradox
YRM but I go by King Richard
I build the frame, Lord C paint the picture
Picasso, pick a shoe, pick a show, Van

Church Street blues 
maybe pick up a few in the key of B I’m heading downtown just wait and see
Gunna stay right there until I get found got a knock