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Hair of a cold goatscalp I kiss
Eyestaken mountains still breathes
At one with the poisoned ground
Midnight dark sky open up
A blast of red lightning

Hands Up for Lovers

Right Said Fred

Sex & Travel

1993

Guns and knives and lethal blows
It all goes on TV shows
Watched by all the family and their dog
Take one kiss or a fond embrace
They're up in arms

blow stupid daily

Made nigga
So their petty hating don't phase me (Nah)
Ten blunts of Gangsta got my eyes extra lazy
Fast money, so I kick it tough with

Ooh
Ooh

Through the crowded restaurant
Saw her sitting in the booth by the door
Cherry red jacket, black studded boots slapping the floor
Oh lord I

wait
Walk in and blow when I step in it
I'm from the P and I'm repping it
Seen it with me that's a definite
That was your chick, better check on it
I

Perfect Vision of the Rising Northland

Immortal

Diabolical Full Moon Mysticism

below
Hair of a cold goatscalp I kiss

Eyestaken mountains still breathes
At one with the poisoned ground
Midnight darksky open up
A blast of red

gotta let em go
Pickin and chosen any miny mo 

Red light no we gotta go
Got the keys keep it on the low
Lil tecca know I'm bout to blow
Smoking the gas

High Speed

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look

Why you never let me show you

Like a fan i could blow you
Take a chance not a old view
Understand that i know you

Time flies by through you
Rewind

Piñata

G-Wiz

Piñata

2014

changed my mind, now I'm back on this grind
Trying to get this change
Niggas hate to see me getting it
Travelling packs with a red dot
Boy, it ain't

had made the rivers overflow 
The water's getting higher by the day
I built a raft and waited for the wind to blow
I set my sail for distant lands away

There's only four of us who sliding off in two whips
Stepping out in Giuseppes told her dinner out at Ruth Chris
She took my Louis bag to flick it

by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Word to New York 'cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all

y'all (come on), who (come on), we represent for

T-A, throw it up, Memph town, throw it up
Tennessee, throw it up, St. Louis, throw it up
J-Ville,

understand, All I need is bread
Right, Glock it got a red light
Tucking it like bedtime
She tryna fuck, I said fine
Cup it look like red wine
We blow up like

Letting time fly by
We been gone all night
Tell me if this wrong or it's right
Or this feeling for the night
Givenchy loui Prada girl that ain't a problem

SB dunks, five seven five jeans
5000 dollars on my fuckin' wallet chain
I be wilin' man, I'm a island man
There ain't nothin' else by me, man (Ha,

and the tension fades 
When me and the c-team step on stage
cnd say

Red light, yellow light, green light, go!
Light the fuse it's time to blow
Do it live with

Siren sounds, hit the ground
Explosive rounds take out a town
Blow me now
Open throats of rodents feed the hell hounds
Sell their souls
By

Red rag season its time to go
You know we pull up
And i make it blow
Put a mf in a row
I know a lot motherfuckers
Are hating my flow
I got rhymes

here ride fish bowl through da city.
Let me suck on yo neck and tat my name right by da hicky.
Poppa bear gone need some honey and I kno dat pussy

Bitch its Cash, uh
Nigga matter of fact
I got a gat it'll blow you back
Don't let me catch you in this cul-de-sac   
Yoppa' gone fire out

I need love
That sweet red love
I need something
Cuz I don't have nothing
I need love
That sweet red love
Give me that love
But I don't have nothing

I’m boutta blow
Beat the pussy up like it’s a drum and I am an African 

Pullin bodies
Off the mollies
Suckin booty
Fuckin hotties
Fuck your mama
Call