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Oh Linda

Gordon Lightfoot

The United Artists Collection

1993

need you by my side
Love me now or be on your way
If you go be gone to stay 

I saw Linda late last night
Dressed for town she looked alright

overtime when they left 

Mind on money 
Mind your business 

Bitch I been that kid 
Before I hit the mic and found my sound 

Bitch I been that kid 
Before

How High

Method Man & Redman

Gold Hip Hop Classics

Takin' it from the top? (Top)
Tippy? (tippy)
Come on, my people
Sing it, daddy
Hey (ooh-wee)
We rock
Ha (ah), ha ha
Ha ha (aha)
Taking my

Lie
All she ever wanna do is lie
All she ever wanna do is lie-ie-ie
Keep the Smith and Wesson by my side
The shit you did to me it wasn't right
All

Oh Linda you done me wrong
I'm gonna sing you a goodbye song
Sing a song that's most unkind
I ain't even gonna try to change your mind
Oh Linda you

check!
In a godless world abort my babies & vacuum its neck, slurp!
Genocides Illuminati force-fed by the liberal meanies!
Exorcists of God's paradigms

Catch me in the Flatz where they bag Grammy
Norwood out the Nutty bitch we been cracking
Task At JMack Arcade at Granny's
40 cal pop name is Acme

my bed, I'ma lie in it, mum
Live by the gun, die by the gun (chyeah)
All the blood, sweat and tears that I shed was all worth it
When I see my

I'm Davy Jones's locker smith
Pickle lick she half way
Giving head like when a- just-
Just- just like GG Allin, eat my shit
You rodents talk alot of it

off
Like Freddy Mike and Jason
And trust me I'm the nemesis
The virus
I'm Cal 9K
You're Bruise Wayne
Then I'm Bane
I steady wait for the day
Must be

and Jimmy Smith up on the organ
Gene Russell, the artist symbol of Chicago
Inivators like Michael White push out the Cal Tjader

Classic shit like Weather

Southern Hospitality

Pharrell Williams

Back for the First Time

2000

Cadillac grills, Cadillac mill's
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills
Matter of fact, candy paint Cadillacs kill
So check out the hoes my Cadillac

lightning speed
Like Bruce Lee, left a Opp in a cardiac arrest, I'm a lady killer like 007
Carrying a little Smith & Wesson murder doctor
That is my

Cause the grind don't stop
And I needs my doe
Ya they took my 4-0, I got my 9 on me tho
Can't smoke no moe, so a nigga mind gone
But im still in the zone

Get money and chill, dollar
Bill rap gangsters, those my real fellows

Rambo rap, renegade rebel
40 cal ammo when they clap to spray devil
Bandana up if

I spit a verse and cause global warming
I keep that smith on me like a Mormon
Me and my brother united a kingdom 
No Brexit just flexing and kept em

I'm rapping like a Wesson if you went and put the smith in it
A bottomless 11, so I'll never stop spitting it
A Mac 10 with the clip long
50 cal, you

started from the bottom, bottom line
Don't get out of line
My trigger finger need some
This 50 cal of mine
Will remind you cats of Columbine
Get shot a lot

through wit the city again these bitches love us cuz we litty again
And my young niggas sitchy they ichin to blick it don’t get in my business again
Aye

Geoffrey
Not Prince or Will Smith, but I know I'm the freshest

I'm on the grind like I'm Tony (hawk)
I got my mind on my money (the gwalla)
No apple, but

from the fully its gone disperse 
U dont... want this... 40Cal... im pretty sure... itll blow u down 
Put that beam on your nose, i knew you were a clown

uh
They gon do what I say, uh
I'm moving real big, uh
I cannot get caught, nah
I aim for the neck up, my shooters don't play, nah
They know I don't

went behind closed doors
I pulled down got my briefcase that was on the floor
Flipped the latch lift the lid Pulled out my smith n wesson
Yes my shiny

live my life I'm feeling blessed up
I take a chance I roll the dice I know I'm next up
I pick the locks a smith with words I put the tools up
They call