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Gethsemane

Loretta Lynn

God Bless America Again

1972

GETHSEMANE
WRITERS B.L. SMITH, W.B. WALDROP

Toll no bell for me Father
But let this cup of suffering pass from me
Send me no shepherd to heal my

when it's smoke ima light it
Looking for you I'm seeking you hiding
Ima keep clicking Till I hear the sirens
I'm diagnosed by the government crazy
Ima

with a gun by the groin

And what are friends for
I'm still the boss don't get sent for

Roger that 10-4
Nigga send me, point 'em out, where he at? I got

wings free
Icarus ain't shit to me
One wing, keep it by my side
I have paranoid dreams
Throwing curses at the sky
I cant be replaced
I'm one of a kind

I’ma savage I don’ turned into a dog
I am not the one baby don’t you get involved
Every girl know I’m good sex and good vibes
And I’m Sam Smith when it

The Grand Finale

Dr. Dre

Concrete Roots

1994

scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so

doin' dicks but wanna go on dinner dates (stupid bitch)
Real stepper apply pressure I ain't gone hesitate (I aint gone hesitate)
Say you got some Wok you

faces and they wont get the plan
Plus lil bro's strapped with a smith like sam
A sticky one i hope you dont end up in no jam
Cause i'm the kartel of vybz

Read My Lips

Tha Alkaholiks

Coast II Coast

1995

funny, give my money to the needy
The way Ibust will get you dizzy like a VD
I hang with thugs I'm like drugs so why try me
I'm swift like Ozzie Smith

thanks to Uncle Sam (U.S)
I used to tell people... 
"One day I'ma make it big. Somebody better tell 'em I'm a talented kid!"
Didn't have a clue what I

and to the world 
Shout out to Monica Smith, you know I love you girl 
The same goes to my mother, step father, and grandparents 
I'd be nothing without you

she getting it
She ride and gon' getting it
She ride and go get it
He said 777
Choppa hit you
I got MAC-11's
Tag you
Crazy, hit you with the Smith

behind the scenes I wasn't liked by the team
Now I ain't talkin bout players, I'm just talkin execs
Players cool, with most of em, it's all love

old)
Babe
Oh, I'ma find, see you 'round (uh)

I don't need industry praise
Vision distortin' you niggas survivin' off co-signs
All my credit keep

after tax

You can dream about vacation in the sun
You can dream but you can't never have one
'Cause by the time your good old uncle Sam gets done

and respected
Disrespect, you need detectives
Nigga ain't no question
I'm toting my Smith and Wesson
This bitch hold 30
My standing clip that's extra
Real young

wings to soar how I want
And paint my own path to leave a mark on the map

You come to close and might get torched
By the heat of these bars I'm a new

How Have the Mighty Fallen?

Sabbat

Dreamweavers (Reflections of Our Yesterdays)

1989

All-wise smith of sorcery
The fetters that bound me are broken,
By words that were best left unspoken,
For now I am shackled to sadness

By chains that

Billie jean 
“He ain’t dead” like fuck you mean 
Ain’t stressing with my Smith and Weston
I got gray hairs since fifteen
Since fifteen

Spin the whole damn

the truth cos it's better if you know
Dance moves I can hit em with the woah
Dance moves I can hit you with the Nae
I ain't happy if I don't ever pray
Sam

Kill Em Live

Public Enemy

Bulworth [Original Soundtrack] [Clean]

1998

on the other end
Fuck your own thing, if your own thing's the wrong thing
Fuck dem chicken wings
Last able man standing
Follow what? I ain't understanding

cause she's so real about it
She looking for forever, I don't know how to feel about it
Let's sit back and enjoy the Sam Smith
While we smoking on this

to sell O's by the zip bag
And we smoke Fronto, not no Zig Zags
My goons in the fields, not the internet
I hate when niggas use the internet to send

a diamond, a pure divine Goddess
Bodhi send the love to make your aura glow the hottest
Can't forget about the ones growin from Boyz II Men
I send you peace