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The Crawl

Fiddler's Green

Folk Raider

2002

[Chorus]
Well we're good old boys, we come from the Northern Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night by God! We

She's alright, hoppin'
Bars on a Saturday night
Low on cash, but in charm
She's high as a kite
Down by the water
Where the other kids are at
She

line
I was thirsty for the cash flow
Remember them alley ways
Felt like I was home
On my way home
Used to catch some spots
Catch me down pico
Trying

we straight up living 
Ain't nobody talking down, they know we winning 
Star in the night always keep the lights dimming 

Bitches out here they be

niggas like donuts,
And still, down to die for all my souljas,
Like hillbillies, they dont fear me,
So refuse, bringin war to tha city,
With each breath,

to cave in easy
I’m swanging, cruise by you
Solo stay for the nights you ride home
Count up your rye
This the life you wanna fly to
So don’t deceive your

coming back With this old flow, these bitches still gon
Trip about me, you already know how it go, Came back and we top down, suck it up she
Give me top

clicker to switch high beams windows down singing some Cash
Grandma's biscuits and gravy her cornbread and sweet tea
And Grandpa had his old tackle box

of living life turnt every night hollering out "YOLO"/
Most times in solo
Making moves by my lonely/
Had to learn the hard way only one I can trust is me

TOP FLIGHT

They even comes down from the Gwent
Well half of 'em the others went!
Okey Cokey comes to town
Flashing all his cash around
He puts it in he

You know I get it I got it
Let them hoes know I can't leave earth forgotten
Whenever they talking we changing the topic
Who was the ones that was

a gooseneck annex
From Destiny Downs, Saturday night live
Ol' Flute's Ranch, got one done plus five
We got one on the head
One on the heels
Open team ropers

Corner store in any US town
Barber shop next door, church two doors down
Tire shop is adjacent, owned by Africans
Talk politics and get your flat

The system so flawed Lies stay On em lips like a cold Sore
They seasonal come spring By Fall we going regional
Then is Nationwide double up
The pie We going

Worship Him right now it'll be that other Twelve soon
Jesus said you can't work when that night come
Old Testament full of Jesus posing for that Nikon
One O

the feathered
Veteran with the bread
Or you're going to get chewed up
By the Golden Goose, bruh, cash in the coop
Ya make appearances
Everything I lay down's 24

Below

Slaid Cleaves

Wishbones

2004

There's an old dirt road, just off route nine
Fades into the lake, at the low water line
Sometimes I wander down that road alone
Remembering

at night
A coyote gnaws a bone and spits out a tooth
Inside the old pay phone booth
They're gonna build a Waffle House next June
Praise the Lord and the Blue

me back in the land
I'm on the run now
I seen too many niggas gunned down
Niggas thought I lost it
How they saying I'm the one now
The blue collar

my ring
Unorthodox foot on the door
They couldn't connect dots leave down a trail for u to pick it up
We're stronger together as a collective
I smell

dude, money calls

Hey man, you hear what happened to
Homeboy the other night?
Yeah man, that was raw, that was real raw
Man he didn't have a chance
You

nigga set me up
So my lil bro
Gone knock em down
I notice they want smoke
Well tell em niggas we got pounds
When we catch em by his self I bet you heon

to yo'
Block, I tell 'em, "Shoot you"
(Pow pow pow) my zo's up, in the dead of
Night, they wake at noon, too
(They wake up late as fuck)
I don't keep no

the shot

I'm up to real here, I'ma swear to God, you better not come at night
Cause them some careless-ass niggas with rods, they don't wanna fight
You made