Lyrics:
Friends warehouse pain attack their own kind a thousand kids bury their parents there's laughing outside we're locked outside the public eye some
burn the books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
Rally 'round the family, pockets full of shells
Rally 'round
warehouses fill as quick as the cells
rally round the family
pocket full of shells
Rally round the family
with a pocket full of shells (x4)
Bulls on parade
No future, Batman done before Christmas
Not very likely
One hundred million viagra tablets
Stored in a warehouse in a valley
Feels so good to have
the prosecutors or grand jury
Reputed mobster style, take the money and run
Count it in warehouses
Leave town and live 100 years like crocodiles
Straight up NYC
gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
Rally round
I woke up in a warehouse
But the label had fell off
Just minding my own meltdown
It was there I heard the cannibals, cannibals
They said, "Hey,
or a warehouse
Tony's got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts
A Kilo is a thousand grams
A pile of sand is equivilant, to the eye
It's nice to have
on the line
I'm feeling good and everything is fine
Got the same job down at the warehouse
Ain't never been rich but I sleep at night
Got a little girl
a double cross of course, I'm hearing guns letting off from somewhere else
I'm ready to get involved with the revolving [?] warehouse all by myself
I dive
had 'em in one o' my warehouses by the dock
Jumped in the Benz with a ill look, no grin
With a still hook, I'ma 'bout to do this coward in
When I got
off from somewhere else
I'm ready to get involved with the revolving [?] warehouse all by myself
I dive underground finding rounds
[?]
thing hard to describe
Like a rat that's been trapped inside
A warehouse face, near a city tide
Brown sockets, purple eyes
A bed with rubbish from
that's been trapped inside
A warehouse base, near a city tide
Brown sockets, purple eyes
And fed with rubbish from disposal barges brown and covered
gravel when two cars put in.
I was eating gravel when two cars put in.
Headlights dousing,
Broken warehouse;
I just got out
Dirt inhaled
Don't know the whereabouts of my warehouse, 'bout to put his face in a jam
Yeah, yeah, I live every day like my last, I wasn't 'posed to be here
Yeah,
on the line
I'm feeling good and everything is fine
Got the same job down at the warehouse
Ain't never been rich but I sleep at night
Got a little girl
Terry to pull the act up
Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass
As lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah)
And he pleadin' for
get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the act up
Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass
As lame as he look he ready to cook
screw it up."
The message was delivered
The mothers wept uncontrollably
Mad children went to the warehouse
Heavens trumpets blow
But the freak
made it ten years later they were caters (where?)
At my motherfuckin' cook house (cook house)
I never work the warehouse (nah)
I shit on the people
wrong move
[Chorus]
I'm climbing the stairs in a warehouse fire
I'm savin' a child from what's left of a car
Jumpin' out of a chopper so a sailor
like I'm showin' up for somethin'
I lay down Houston around nine, warehouse live
Was my worst show ever, nigga's damn near got boo'd off stage
I
vialed in, whats up?
Y'all beefin over little shit, we sniff, the balance split up
In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse
Tony's got it nice,
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