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the roof
He landed on Mercer by Versace
Last time they see me I'll
Be shootin' out the Masi
Gucci tearaway suit's, Jesus
Make two bricks out of one
Wipe your

Yeah it's alive
It's alive

Yeah, Yo
I must be some kind of Frankenstein
Peep the way I'm designed
With the 9 by the waistline
Don't waste your time

Hey Girl! Join the Platoon 
Throw the grenade and hear the Boom Boom
(Chi Ba Boom )

This is our time and this is our life 

We can be the soldiers

unfold
They wanna suck you dry and leave the rot in your soul
They've their screaming babies lining up by your door
A stitch in the lie, one more they've

of nations The Empire's enemies Betrayed banishment  With the stroke of a pen A treaty is signed Now deemed as outlaws Once Employed by the Crown With letters

for the dead
collection plate with pistols at your head

you cry

have mercy, have mercy on my soul

beads in the summertime and hand grenades

wander the path that once led from the cave
attitudes overboard we suffocate with a rope around our neck
torn away by the maelstrom of our act

descend

them suffer
I used to pass time by thinking of the life I could lead
Things I could do, things I could see
Thought about it every single night and it

smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle
You fake A and R's make me think it would be beautiful
To throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle

All I

Tin soldiers are frozen
In the heave of grenades
And politicians are chosen
By the genuine smile on their faces
And war trophy bouillabases
And in

Another "F" again I fret
Another cocky hypocrite
And another dirty look from a passer by
Kiddy porn and lunatics and all the things that make me sick

styling my contribution to
The whole shebang ain't that something?
A yearling rearing by steady
Hand of craft campaign in these dreary days
Where flat out

the easiest life ever
i'm privileged and nothing merits this level of stress
but you're throwing grenades at each side of my brain
and the perpetrators escape

the earth
Dead bodies all around
Grenades and shells
Tear human flesh apart

Confusion and chaos
Orders go unheard
In this raging madness
You have to stand

regret
ʻCause when I plugged it in it put me in a cold sweat
And when I played my first chord
My amplifier roared
Your mind will soon be scarred
By

War

Sean Kingston

Tomorrow

2009

and my heart is a grenade
(Kabloom!)
I'll bomb any platoon, just call me World War Tune

(I'm at war)
Fightin' for the one that I love and the one that I

Look What You Did to Me

Z-Ro

Look What You Did to Me

1998

to get rid of all the animosity towards me
That was shown by the other kids, what do I do
And why do everybody want to see a nigga fall
Mama and daddy

Thats What I Said

Brotha Lynch Hung

Best of Lynch

the pin up out the grenade and hand you the pineapple and say "here mutha fucka hold dis" (oh No)
look here da murda show
the sequence beginz  wit  freaks

Gun Slinger

DJ Melo-Mix

Game for Yo Azz

2001

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[B.G.]
I got 'em all from revolver semi-automatics, automatics
Grenades, assault rifles - run up, I'll

Hate

Organized Konfusion

WSHT: Radio Mix

2003

sadly mistaken if you think my Aryan race
can be taken out by the likes of you Apes, Kikes
conservative nigga loving Gooks, Spooks, and Dykes
My Spikes,

You’re a boy not a scout 
The bigger dinny gets, the snakes come out like Slytherin House
 
I solve my problems by the violence with a whack 
And I’m

a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just living in

I've been surrounded by silence,
I've been living in these islands.
Its in the air that I see,
J'aime une fille, Jaime une fille.

I think its called

all discourse for fun
They've got your attention, the slapstick insurgents
With giggles and shits and grenades
They've got your attention, deluders