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the vehicle right my window is tinted nobody ain't with me
Behind me them red and blue lights I do the speed limit pulled over no tripping 
He got out the door

the eyes
With rubber-bullets

Front line runner
But we comin last
Tear gassed and pressed
Shattered skulls
They walk right past

And they pleading all lives

bullets
Flying flying round
But someone had to shoot our their vehicle
Done lost a lot
My heart is cold
It’s beating slow
A riot is remedial
I’m wide awake

Spitting these syllables
Got these people all ridiculed
Hop in the vehicle keep the tooly its a principle
Fucking the class rat and then I'm fucking

the old age wors play flow pros
Put a bullet through a bro posing as a threat
Note
Your flirting with death
When you step to the throne of the Devilish
Pray

for big body vehicle, put his body in the dudley
W, for wassaname got caught at da  scene it was uh movie
Man, that nigga need x-rays from gettin' hit

pinned
by a stray bullet –another bulletin of a man’s story
adding to the roll call of dying dreams

I remember the victims of the attacked train

sipping on violet whipping a cream and beige foreign vehicle
I got lots of spots that I could conceal a gun
NyceBwoi street like what's under your

and buddy ran
Bullets hot get niggas tan, shits too hot I need a fan
Ask the price I need a band, whip my wrist and broke my hand
Say I won't and bitch I will

on the call. I'm in a hurry
Closing fast on the vehicle

Crucial 808
Them boys got the speed and it look like they flying
They chasing the pray, they killers,

as easy as the last time I wrote you

For Christmas this year, I really can't think of any particular stuff that I want
I've got a vehicle and a house that

I don't write no more, this shit just come right off the top of the head
One bullet in a n***a top, and he dead, son, they don't play at all
Invite

My guns are bigger than a baby's arm
With Agent Orange like I was raised in ‘Nam
The bullets stay inside your brain
Like it's your favorite song
I

it cause I made it
And I'm sitting on top
I use to run from the cops, four years ago
A hardheaded young kid, stealing vehicles
My best friend got shot

creak
She opens her eyes
Gets her purse, grabs steal, takes aim
To his and her surprise, perfect shot bullet breaks brain
Carcass falls forward

bullets, heater under my cardigan
These type of niggas is known to be poppin' shit
Deep in my thoughts, know who the prophet is
Tryna to take my wealth

I Come in Peace

Buckethead

Giant Robot

1994

According to this report, whenever he plays a note...
The sonic waves cause whole buildings to explode,...
Streets to buckle and split and vehicles to fly

seen does
Find him. Kill him. Take that nigga's shit!
Drop it
For every damn bullet of ammo that we own
A hundred thousand homes could be given

All I hear is a butch of sirens
And bullets flying through the back window
I'm switching lanes at such high speeds
I crash into a pole
Glass all

inside of her house
The day after Christmas when shots rang out
A bullet travelled inside of her home and slaughtered her
No charges were filed against

for
But I'm drunk and bullish, sweating bullets
Like a fat kid who never ran before
I can't shake this feeling that I'm wasting my life
I ain't got no

"Rolllin (Urban Assault Vehicle)"

Play the fucking track!
Play that fucking track!!
Oh there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, Method Man
That's right

just the vehicle the music
Just runs through me
In my better moments I could
Let the universe use me

Behind my smile there's generations
Of pain, self

games 

His crib got riddled up with bullets. All he said was one name.  

I’ll go vehicle or manslaughter on that biker gang  

  

I let this chopper