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Pulled up from a scary place, followed by the scary place
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Gonna make a pumpkin and scare it to the trick-or-treat
This

like a b ball yard
I ain't trying to be the hottest I'm trying to get my mind straight
Tweety school private, a million dollar bank account
Cruising

in my blood
You know he ain't never gone
Got some brothers in the sky
Got some right by my side
Them opps know what it is
We the seekers they go hide

It's the Last days
Moving fast paced
100 yards right
Man we dashing
Got scriptures got prayers got protection
Angels block And them demons can't pass

Idle-diddle-daidle-daidle man.

I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There

and maybe my heart. But ain't but one place for that fool to start. Show me what kind of fool that you ain't by working hard in the sun and rain. The man I

Width of a Circle

The Hit Crew

Drew's Famous Instrumental Classic Rock Collection, Vol. 24

2018

a young man too

So I said "So long" and I waved "Bye-bye"
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind

Got laid by a young bordello
I was vaguely half

Well, I met this girl I swore was close to perfect
I could see the ring, the dress, and the whole nine yards
I had a country station on, and she

Families get destroyed
By the Old Man

Half the time they don't even hear him
Other Half they let him in

Old man
Old man
Laying in ya' grave

Tryna

Fast cars got me swervin out the back yard
Servin up the beef on a plate if you ask for it, yup
Ran up 40 bands on some light shit yuck
Still they

flowers grow
In a yard too dark for greens
he leans hard on his dreams

Glimpse by chance a glance
see the club footed man dance
His walls unpainted plaster

best man's body

Thought I'd get some 96 Fleetwood Brougham Kush
But I'm home dragging a bag behind my back yard bush

Lord Have Mercy

Da Lench Mob

Guerillas in tha Mist

1992

cursed me
I heard you had the cup of life, and I'm thirsty
My niggaz keep fightin for a street, the white man own
So many died, before they got full grown

A motherless child , you were torn from your home

By decree of the county affairs

Good Christians, they gave you a lily-white dress

And shorn back that Indian

Big City Life

Mattafix

Pepsi More Music, Vol. 7

2006

the vision of man kind
Designed to keep me discreetly neatly in the corner
You'll find me with the flora and the fauna and the hardship
Back a yard is where

God forbid you make it to the hospital
Cause I'll be the one by the bedside

Tell my man I'm a general
He ain't even second in command
Tell a man, tell

bunned by a younger
Take breath and soul with that pumper
Give man a donut hole in that jumper
Hide food and teeth at that girl's crib
Blue foot baby

Hear that train rollin' down the track
Passin' by this old shack
Whistle blow and it blow again
Just a lonely sound comin' through the wind

him as he passes by
I say to myself, he looks like the FBI
A white man like him, what is he doing over here?
I wonder, what does he want
Then he

Dun kno ya bun one grand
Putting out grass in the hand
Dun kno ya blast one man like Grraah
Ay, Brraah
Dat war, mana last summer by the bank
Huh, Shea

himself as a rich man if it's measured by what you own
Maybe it's enough to have food on the table and a place that you call home

He had dreams at one time

Hercules

Aaron Neville

Artist Producer Songwriter

2019

All you fear, is fear its self
Check our your own back yard before you check out someone else

Railroad track, in my neighborhood
Ain't no trains

Rail up inna Cicely yard
Oh I man never raised by a militant (Skiifall)
Bad like me, just ah answer to mi self
Man, bun da boy makoman
Dem ah act

every place
And all a dem a know seh we nuh play a fire

We a fire, we a
Yeah
So hear me now
Man come see the paper

Cant find a paper by the head