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Churchill It's mad when man wanna murk you But you know you gotta be in by curfew And I seen a lot of man get pressured, why? I grew up in Streatham
a light And it comes right down and It lands on the ground And out comes the man from mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead
racing down the lane With oily fiery rain Road train Twenty-six gears of petrol power Keep on trucking hour by hour One man is at the wheel He's
Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that Man put that shit out man You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court (Man fuck
just couldn't walk anymore But I know the caliber in daddy's chest And I know what Holland Hill drives The state let him go, but I guess it was
All the little kiddies love the dead body man I drive through my neighborhood ringing my bell Some people run cause they don't like the smell Others
Drive-by 207 and 11-24 I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest Bust his mothafuckin' head, got his mothafuckin' neck Plus 11-99 in his mothafuckin' chest
of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon Hop out
Yeah, woo, yeah That's the idea, man The fuckin' Red Wings are playin' Ayy, the fuckin' Red Wings are playin', man Fuck, shut up, man, you're
if I'll ever try To survive at court side Four tickets to fly Rap or play ball do the game Or duck the drive by Same league that defends Be
if I'll ever try To survive at court side Four tickets to fly Rap or play ball do the game Or duck the drive by Same league that defends Be
that rep colors is doing the same thing Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea) Couple of IV's with
Go out get drunk get wild have fun I don't got a million dollars don't drive a Cadillac Give me half a chance 'cause I'm not dead yet I'm not dead
Forget about your friends, baby, I'll drive you home (yeah) I'll set you on the tailgate, we'll take it nice and slow I know it ain't your style, but I
Lord only knows, I'm trying to rest, I want to be down with a load on my chest. Make my bed; wish I were dead, A yaller man.
the spray of lead Count the bullet holes in your head Offspring sent out to cry Living mandatory suicide Suicide Holes burn deep in your chest Raked by
man but he's dead and gone Casey's wife, she got the news She was sittin' on the bedside, she was lacin' up her shoes Said, "Go away, children
man but he's dead and gone Casey's wife, she got the news She was sittin' on the bedside, she was lacin' up her shoes Said, "Go away, children
Well I work like a dog eight hours a day you know I'm nearly dead When I stop by a bar on my way home and loosen up my head Lord knows this is
Flakes And I never been intrigued by the patterns on snakes You could dump a dead body, man, I think I know a place She gon' suck the prototype then
a pull up pon a man and (Let me up!) What it look like? See my daddy done kill 'em dead Bullets come down from the earth My daddy done killa you Don't
on your coal Stick your head out the window, see the drivers roll I'm gonna drive her til she leaves the rail For I'm eight hours late by that Western
Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5 Now that I got it The hardest thing to do is stay alive Cokehead Sandra, she grew in Gowanus Her man was large and Sandra
Well I work like a dog eight hours a day you know I'm nearly dead When I stop by a bar on my way home and loosen up my head Lord knows this is
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