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Off With Their Heads

Wretch 32

A Moving Picture

2013

or advance then, you choose
At the present I'm king like Presley
Test me, then I'm running out full of anger
And envy and stamping you out in my blue shoes

you don't get back

Been down before 
It's all about the get back 

I ain't have enough 
So you know I had to stretch that

Ya best song ain't fucking

dey hustle for my bread, I got my mind made up
I feel down, but I'm comin' straight up
Pop some blue and catch my breath, I'm like patience wait up
I

true or false, you shouldn't have got involved
Remember, we walk past the teacher, take the chalk and laugh
We wrote punishments, I will not talk in

Body and Soul

The Manhattan Transfer

The Anthology: Down in Birdland

1992

Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean

The only ones who see black & white, them blue officials
Now RIP is somebody else’s initials
We need y’all to be refs & start blowing mo whistles
Have

away
You-hoo-hoo
You-hoo-hoo
Can't get away
Man, I be stackin' and plottin'
Now I got all that blue cheese
On top of that shit
I be the king, the most

The gvng in blue
I mean the boys in blue
Take them badges off let me show you what these hands will do
No fake shit I’ll cancel you
Dismantle you
Look at ya

with the king
My hustle knows no limits
I'm pushing higher higher coz
You cannot escape what I've painted 
My picture so vivid
Have to connect with

Facetime you both of us we smile
Love for you still the same aint going down
My career keeps me busy everyday
Sacrifice a lot just so i can make my way
I

Boyz-N-Blue

Slim Thug

We Make the Rules in the Streets

2004

Boyz-N-Blue, straight at you
Now tell me, what are you gonna do
Now tell me, what are you gonna do
When we come at you

Uh, uh, uh
I break

could walk the plank
Would be drowning in my sorrows, but it's too late, I have sank
He came and pulled me out, so everyday God's who I thank
I

alright
Long as your here by my side
So even when I'm sad
I know everyday I have is still beautiful

Assassinate 'em like the president
Damn, yuh
You can tell by the way that I move that God is protecting me and I
Know I'm the best but fuck it I don't stress,

blues and bebop
Hold it down like rebar, groovy as some tree bark
All my niggas know I got the juice they call me treetop

Do the shit the way I wanna no

the blues arrive
He said my only job was making sure you survive
Duly noted, all the direction that you was throwing
I might not have known where it led

me the Doc say when, say when
(When)

Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up
I'm tired build me up
Break me

drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,

said sir
You know I didn't do it
I fight till their dead, I put a bullet right through it
Make an earthen bed, then I plant them like a tulip
By where

Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

Snoop Dogg

Murder Was the Case

1994

in my pocket and at least a grand 
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand 
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC 
Remotely controlled by

everyday
Door dashing to get payed
Tryna see the light in day
Thru night and day

To get you by my side
Its crazy, I'm crazy
For Thinking you the one

Body and Soul

Stan Getz

1952-1953

2004

Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean

I’ll switch it up to big time
Red, white and blue
That’s the color of the pig sign
And she belongs to the streets
I used her for the Nissan
Nasty ol

'm surrounded by
Two many funds Ima need an alibi
Posting them guns boy you better let it fly
Lot on the line everyday I do it die
You know it hurt to see your