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Hypnotize Cash Money

Juvenile

Crazyndalazdayz

1998

the Three 6 

40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws 

a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall 

I'm certainly hittin corners,

whisper, in the shiver of the trigger,
A figure in the shadow, the power figure.
Lives lifted in an instant, the grave digger,
Bound by blood, the price

stall doing drugs in the club
Knife on my hip, on that P diddy shit
Fuck wit me nigga and I
Draw blood in the club get a slug in the mud
Have a nigga

work, no play, Mick Jag' lane
And I rock parts in my hair
That are hotter than yours horizontal lines
Designs your barber can't draw
Posters of Nas

been built by hand
My fate written on papyrus
Draws back to Osiris

(Souvenirs, Novelties, Party tricks)
(repeat)

Verse 2:
The prince of the air sends

Valley of Kilbride

The Once

Row Upon Row of the People They Know

2011

they rushed across 
You could hear their charging cry

No coward's blood runs through their veins 
They'll conquer now or die
They gained the front

And right up to the very end when not a trace of me is left to cry out

Oh! I'm washed away by the blood
Oh! No me to speak of
To open dark doorways
To go

Ringo

Lorne Greene

Pop Memories of the 60s [Time-Life Box Set]

2011

The days went by, he mended fast
Then from dawn till setting sun
He practiced with that deadly gun
And hour on hour I watched in awe
No human being could

couldn't stop dog
Fuck you think has changed? still the top dog
If they wanna draw blood I take the easel out, easel out
Murder murder murder if I’m speaking

moons spent disappearing evidence
A void within a void
You cannot decipher
Caravan child, I was raised with the clowns
Who ran by night when the spirits

you feel berserk
And your fire lurk in the moments in between
Turn off a screen and let your blood bleed
Human. Doing what he or she can
Not trying

The feeling of the drums
The rhythm of the groove
The movement of your body
Draws me easily to you
The sweat drips down your face
As you poke down

the basement
The rapture of the chosen few selected by their Savior
It's cynical, I know, but I always felt fated
That hour draws near
Back and forth, steady

I took my father's oath
Bound to this cause
The Dark Lord offers insult
With every breath he draws
I've spilled oceans of Elven blood
And broke

of applause
Back in this shit and I'm stacking it tall, the money it calls
Red bottom shoes YSL on my draws, ion pray to no cross
Bad bitch by my side, Rolly

see the truth,
Renounce to satan & his horde of blasphemers
Or you'll draw your last breath
This story can happen to you, devoured by the dogs

In this place
Cold and grey
They search for an escape
Small towns die
They're alive
But it's no place to thrive
Nothing good comes across their TV in

Which Way Is Up

Chubb Rock

I Gotta Get Mine Yo

1992

musical uplift
The depression didn't result in draw of a spliff
The production of the LP great by the hands of HT
Well appreciated G
Family bonds loosen

Or unconsciousness with its head in the sand

Some people just don’t see what they bring about
Cause and effect can draw blood of that have no doubt
And lies from

a price we're to pay
Blood will spray and turn your head
every time you walk behind me

Junk is the suckling of mothers breast
there's no way to hang on
no

can't be bothered
To be counted by another 
Man who Shake hands like a friend 
behind White picket fences
Oh yes Sir we drewling
Because authoritary

our life

Side by side, all in line - we stand as one
Killing time - it´s just the calm before the storm
The smell of blood, the taste of death is in

kills
No escape
Make this end

Maniacal laughing
Controlled by what's found me
Never see the sun
Innocents die all around me
In time, from darkness divine

em up with blood she in love I just dub i don't love no hoe for none
Yuh Pull up where you stay, got that cuete by my side
And my hoe be down to ride.