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Stop the clocks, it's amazing
You should see the way the light dances off your head
A million colours of hazel, golden and red
Saturday morning is

bye,
Watched a few of my loved ones die
It's the part of life, to watch things go by.

There's one thing I know, I've had this feeling before,
Of all

the enemy

Me tek di day dem One by one 
Ready for the blessings send dem two by two
Mind Body Soul is a three by three
I'm on a mission to achieve all of my

collar, neck stays red
Benelli ready by my bed
Turned down so many deals
My occupation should be, "Damn"
River rat up in this mug
You couldn't block me with

as a youngster wondering if he see's us)
(Young black males, Crack sales got me three strikes)
Living in jail!
(this is hell enemies die, wonder when we all pass,

You Can Have Her

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Return of the Bumpasaurus

1996

[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'

Mafioso

Kool G Rap

Roots of Evil [Bonus Track]

1998

pacin' 
 thug orchestration, this is live niggas you facin' 
 we paper chasin', for that million baby we lacin' 
 Fifty Caliber gat embracin' 
 leavin'

into a crowd
Three or four days a weekend (You know it)
Like bitch gimme my holster
(Blah) , bitch gimme my keys (yeah)
Gimme my wallet with the ripped

the radio ends 

Been here before 
Pieces of different puzzles 
Drive off the edge 
It'd all still look the same 

So this is the whole rest of my life? 
I'm

It’s play by play 
All rehearsed
The prediction is 
Always worse
For truth we thirst 

It does’t matter if you’re red or blue
Everybody’s got some

front
Bet he talk about his mama when we let him out the trunk
Re-up for a quarter of the flip
When the stock is running low you drop the profit by

stop
3 hours in this room talking to Shaad on the phone
He talking bout he wish that he could live the life that Im on
Im like you finna have a son bro

Allies

Poor Righteous Teachers

This Is Hip Hop [This Is]

1998

All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen 

They welcome me into Jerusalem 

Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham 

I got my .45 by my side

Arrivals & Departures

Come first light another soul is born 
Through screams of pain & joy into this world we're thrown
Arrivals & Departures

Arrivals & Departures

Come first light another soul is born 
Through screams of pain & joy into this world we're thrown
Arrivals & Departures

Westside Connection with the 3 braids
Just bring it, baby Just bring it to me baby
Red, Red, Red, Red
Don't worry if you didn't shave baby I like hair

three rounds (Three rounds)
For the hat-trick
Outta this world
She's a star like Patrick
Good head on her shoulders 
And she never moves drastic (NEVER)

might lose my state of mind like 
King George III
Yea I think they fucked my brain-y up
‘Cos I been growing numb to all this infomania
Bodies stacked

down this old red carpet
Just to watch you leave
From on set reality is never what it seems

I can't breathe it's hard to inhale
Through the smoke from

lights on
Facing the fact that the bag got a price on
Taped on my back where the red dot sights on
Everybody tryna get live on my life form
Dive in

to go is up to a better place
And even if it's not super far away
It's one step closer to chilling with your dreams
And even though I got 3 dollars to my

to rush
I don't even know if I have my dignity
I know I've been walk-all-over
I hope it stops when I'm thirty
It would be like playing running red rover

sleep anymore, I just don't know why

Nothing to do so I smoke all night until this bag is dry
I could probably find a better way to live if I try
Asking

coronation is the final step
Filled with fear, death is near marching silently


Don´t really know in what direction to go to make my way
The faster I go