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Magnum Force

Heltah Skeltah

Magnum Force

1998

whatever the fuck Ruck dictate 
The shit great, higher than shows made by Rick Lake 
You'll lick eight, shots at them niggaz who be fuckin with

protected by border patrol (Woo)

Bag from overseas, thirty-one a key
Twenty of 'em Joe's, thirty of 'em P's
I could turn up weed, rather push the beans

Wanna Be a Baller

Michael Watts

Sittin' Fat Down South: Platinum Collection

2003

Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
From K.C.

rifles
And Das EFX' mask
Red moccasins, Emerald City is my metropolis
I dust rappers
I don't give a fuck what the topic is

You can never win, you're not

Inauguration Day

J-Zone

Music for Tu' Madre

they're stayin 
Shit their whole fuckin exsistance is a 4 block radius 
"So what about violence" Let the red kill the blue 
East coast West coast beef helps

Big Thinkin'

Dallas Wayne

Big Thinkin'

2000

keep my chin held high, I can stop my hopes from sinkin'
That's the one thing gets a poor boy by: big thinkin'

Friday night when the city lights

Your sundress, my blue jeans
My hand in your pocket by your school ring
Your blue eyes, my old ford
My barefeet tapping on the dashboard
My

Ever since she left I've been by myself
And there ain't no whiskey on the shelf
Tried everything she could do to slow me down
But I aint a calm

OF YEAR
AND TO TOP IT OFF SANTA'S NEVER BEEN BY HERE

ON THE FIRST DAY OF DECEMBER MAMA'S EYES WERE BLACK AND BLUE
THAT SEEMS TO HAPPEN EVERY TIME THE RENT

compliment
All her friends look about the same

She's never late for dinner by the red blocks
Stacked up like a prison wall, can't keep her mom from crying
Now

leather couches in my house
And cherry red wood seats by the pool
Fuck all yo moves
I been in tune with the moon
And so she told me stay out the pool
What

Trip face until we see the sun?

As long as you're riding shotgun
No destination for this flight
Watch out for red and blue lights
Foot slammed down

Oh My Darling
Oh My Darling Clementine
Soon as we get this money, we'll be doin just fine

Blue and red flash
Foot on the gas
Push the whip fast
Toss

wrist 
Catch a whiff of the village
I can taste it on my lips
I missed this little Mississippi River city
The dew dripping on the red bricks
Humidity got

Mojo Woman
Stumblin' down this whiskey trail
Babe, I'm in a haze
Blonde hair, cherry red lips
I love you bare or draped in lace
Blinded by your siren

But as a white boy it's a difficult road
So I keep my head low
Still watching the show
Tryna carve my own lane in this red dirt road
Became an outlaw

relapse, insane, collapsed
He hits like Ronnie with cueballs
Breaking a few jaws, snap snap blue chalk
Friction between us, forming an addiction
I dart

better in our great nation

I never bled red cuz the music put some blue in me
Never talking gangs cuz like Kendrick imma schooling B
Graduate

possessed by the moon
And we danced until we both turned blue

She was a mad mad woman
She was a mad mad woman
She was a mad mad woman
She was a mad mad mad

on the run
‘Cause I’m giving up on weed and whiskey women         
They give me nothing but the blues
I try to kick this losing streak I’m winning
Then I say

on the run
‘Cause I’m giving up on weed and whiskey women         
They give me nothing but the blues
I try to kick this losing streak I’m winning
Then I say

whiskey, weed, and white lightning
I find it quite delightin'
To stay up late and raise a little Hell

And maybe someday I'll quit drinking fire water
Maybe

c'mon dawg what kind of weak shit is that?)
(You drinkin' mimosas with your pink up) Yeah
I'll be in the red by the end of the month
Comin' out

bitterness
Bitten
Blizzard blowing
Nipping at the fine line of your neck
Horrendous glacial
Facial disfiguration
Beaten red raw by the arctic fist

Pummelled