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to kill, don't ask, "How come?" (Boom, boom, boom)
Don't ask no names, just pray that you not one
I ain't playin' with these niggas but they still is my

I have been white washed
There’s nothing but the blood on me
Nothing but blood on me
Nothing but blood on me
Yeah I have been white washed
You can

Never Gonna Come Back Down [Hybrid Echoplex Dub]

BT

Trance Nation, Vol. 5

2001

sitting in my mind,

Duh dub duh duh dububububububububbbbbb

Donde esta los digits do DJ Rap?

Bring the sound to the people in a white truck Bumpin'

Never Gonna Come Back Down [Hybrid's Echoplex Dub]

BT

Ritual

2001

sitting in my mind,

Duh dub duh duh dububububububububbbbbb

Donde esta los digits do DJ Rap?

Bring the sound to the people in a white truck Bumpin'

Never Gonna Come Back Down [Hybrid's Echoplex Dub]

BT

American DJ, Vol. 1: Los Angeles

2001

sitting in my mind,

Duh dub duh duh dububububububububbbbbb

Donde esta los digits do DJ Rap?

Bring the sound to the people in a white truck Bumpin'

Take 'Em to War

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

the pound-cake, roars like a lion.
Word, son, niggaz be collapsin', cause my weapons is
Ready for action, makin' your heart catch contractions.
In

'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine i can't sleep
Close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One

would "buck and
Wing" upon the big 12-string
Sometimes a lion, sometimes a lamb
Huddie Ledbetter was a helluva man

He's a long time gone but his songs

through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how

Or I will break the tree
I'll come and go by Carterhaugh
And ask no leave at thee

He took her by the milk-white hand
And by the grass green sleeve

stray
I got to take it day by day
Got to keep my third eye wide awake
When they hope and pray
I'll break
I'll be giving it my all
Before I take
I am just

Close the Crackhouse

Professor X

Puss 'N Boots (The Struggle Continues...)

1993

manhood
You beat upon little boys in the hood
Oh - what you're man enough to kill in a drive-by
Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi
While

Aye
Ima panda panda panda bear
Ain't nobody really wanna get up I'm my hair
You'll be knocked black and blue by the black and white you find
There

a Rubik's (ugh)
She frightened by my diamonds how I'm shinin', Stanley Kubrick
Drip like Alex Mack, I spent them racks and turn to fluid (wet)
Pockets

face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th

Re-Ron, you know
We don't need no Re-Ron
We've seen all the Re-Rons before
It's beyond reel-to reel and
Shogun to RayGun
And no-one has been psyched by

throw dirt on my name 
That shit just a part of the game
Nothing's the same, no more coolin' by my lonely 
That shit just a part of the fame (boom

(Big 3 bitch)
(Young nigga got off white like Bobby)
(Moving all these pounds skinny nigga getting stocky)
This bitch think she fucking w. A simp hoe

world looking cold
No sneaks in my dissin, king lion in wait
Pride on Vegeta, now win is my fate
I dick em on dates
Sorry my god take hood out my soul
I

die
But I survive
You guys can't walk in my shoes
I'm not your shoe size
I flipped a few bricks, couple birds flew by
Coke white like it got blonde
Hair

Intro:
Uh huh! Boom! Solomon shaker, Rastafari is the creator
Kalonji a di greatest, uh huh!!!
My desire is to get higher I'm inspired by the most

Even when the sun goes down
We'll find our way with the stars
When everything else grows cold
We'll keep burning brighter than white gold
We glow we

"Tell Me Again"
(Words and Music by Geoff Moore and Steven Curtis Chapman)

Verse One
A little boy sitting on a metal folding chair,
In what appears

blood-related, but my brother nigga
If he say he fuckin', then he fuckin', nigga
Good by myself, nigga, I don't need nobody
Hit it through the body, but I don't