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and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys

Man I was born in this world of sin
I played the cards I was given, ain't got a quarter so I'm stuck in it
Ghetto livin'

Little John Henry

Hylo Brown

Bluegrass Power Picks: 25 Traditional Classics

2012

John Henry was a little baby boy
You could hold him on the palm of your hand
And his Papa cried out this lonesome farewell
Son you're gonna be

kick it live 
'Cause it's more that a style, it's conceptual genius 
My effect on the scene is to project that I mean this 
You deadbeat, wait until

have furs knowing
Some poor child is cold (Why why)

Hey man I'm just listening to His
Teachings my soul and heart
This is God's movie and I'm just

correction, the coat hanger should be upside-down
On the moon, looney tune

Oh, Froggy and Toady carried off the tangerine seeds one by one
And came back

correction, the coat hanger should be upside-down
On the moon, looney tune

Oh, Froggy and Toady carried off the tangerine seeds one by one
And came back

inside.
Because yesterday,
Her poor baby had died.

Oh, he was shot down,
In the pourin’ rain.
Not on purpose,
But by a bullet gone astray.
He was on his

he's got to say about all of this
And as a matter of fact, he's sitting with me right now
But this fiasco's got him a bit scatter-brained
Poor guy really

for culture in another man's existance
Resist this - resist this master plan...
To turn the black man into a statistic
Why?  Cuz he's materialistic
He

the fuck you doing
You come from looney tunes
You driving me crazy
But your still my baby
But you drive me crazy but
Knick knack patty wack
Put it on your

restaurant
We can convince him to sign us before everyone else
Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go!
Man, that poor guy won't be able to sneeze
Without

vowed that only the red sox
Could bring me down

Mmm-mmm

'cause everything that's sacred
In this whole damn world
Is a milky way woman
And a baby

Wavybone

UGK

At.Long.Last.A$AP

2015

what I do (what I do)(falling in love with you, baby)
Gettin' money is what I do (falling in love with you)

I'm the best still in this game, I'm rich

Cowboy No. 1
A born-again poor man's son
Poor man's son
On the air America
I modelled shirts by Van Heusen-yeah
Working for the black gas

You know

really, illegal or not, man they'd still do it;
For instance, the Chi has some of the strictest laws and they've got pistols with clips this long always

to be
Believe, believe, believe, believe

I’ll be your poor man’s Jesus
On the road from misery
Believe, believe, believe, believe

Plunge
Immerse

time
I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right
And it's hello babe, with your guardian eyes so blue 
Hey my baby, don't you know our

be a better man

I don't think we're long for this world
No, no, no
And I don't think that it's too long for us
Instead of caring 'bout real problems

poor and huddled masses
Yearning to breathe free
Surviving on hope in the American Dream
Trusting Lady Liberty
Lives hanging in the balance
Greeted by

stop early
O' Lord please somebody help the poor man with the Ninety-two
Chevy Caprice on shoes
Bang
What this Caprice do

the wolf would come a howling
But she never met a  guy like you
You're always talking' bout the past and how our love could last
You poor little baby boo boo

I can tell, yeah
Mmm, it's us

I can tell niggas jelly by the way they look
Pray to God my Glock don't jam, Lord knows I don't hook
Pull up

Freddie: This is called "Bohemian Rhapsody".

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger now he's dead
Mama, life had just

The Chosen Few (Live for This)

Boot Camp Clik

The Chosen Few

2002

the war
The one's who've been there, through rich and the poor
This bitch gotta twist up and hit
Aiin't that some shit, I gotta ask, ain't that a bitch
But