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of em robbing, some be killing
But my city, who to blame? Cause growing up it takes a village
So my money looking blue, I guess I got it in it's feelings

That I get down to Snoop Dogg and Tha Dogg Pound
Chief Rocka by the Lords of the Underground
Who's wakin' and makin' that freaky noise?
Geto Boys, Lost

of these ladies crowdin' around!
Hey, they're ready to get down with the Slum Village!
Hey, they came with the fantastic
Nah, they hittin' you with

of these ladies crowdin' around!
Hey, they're ready to get down with the Slum Village!
Hey, they came with the fantastic
Nah, they hittin' you with

a scuffle 'tween the Sheriff and the Villain
The Sheriff loses footing and the Villain gets away
The people of the village lock the doors of Feeble Way

down
Don’t lock me down
Don’t lock me
[Verse 1]
I’m living lavish, your bitch a avergI got my cabbage
Puff on the weed & I pass it it (look)
My niggas,

that leg-lock like ain't no trappin' me (uh)
Tell me what it is, we ain't duckin' smoke, we ain't scared
He reach for his Carti', it's gon' be a whole

too
Sudan Village, we hear you
Calling ?We are brothers, we are brothers?

See that boy down by the stream
Sudan Village, we love you
Come take part in

So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your

it's up, put that steel to your teeth
Walk that boy down in the field, we gon' creep

Stack it or starve, in this village and we eat
Pussy boy gon' get

retarded
The Village on the rise
The Village on the rise
It’s me and my guys, 80 deep
Merky Murk chillin in disguise
You live a facade, we live on the side

Microphone

Slaughterhouse

SlaughterHouse

2009

piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up

Hold it down for my brethren’s 
I hold it down for my section 
You got the smith and I got the Wesson
Don’t talk much when we giving out lessons

bout me and my set
Popo dey track us
I told dem to calm down olopa is our friends
Open the 100 pounds and share it for them and their mens
If you no know

Funky for You

Bilal

1st Born Second

2001

the 87 ah
From the streets; get on a beat and go ah
I could break it down like whatever ya ah
On some K-R-S be-here-forever-type, uh
You, you, you, you

suffereth voilence
and only the violent can take it by force
oya put on your armour get ready for war
we must break the yoke today 
oya enter the bus

in the face and maybe
Is no protection
When a U lock is this warrior's fatal weapon

I don't see no cops around
No cameras in this part of down town
I

I'm standing in my room
Looking out the window
When dad pulls op the lot
Him my aunt and uncle sat us down
Told us the news damn
A few hours later

Reluctantly still together
為什麼 不明事理 Why is it unreasonable
對了這 就是詛咒！ By the way, this is a curse!
笑了你有好 高尚！ Laughing, you are so noble!
此山是我開 This mountain is

the city on the lock down
Drive by in the low ride
Hands high when we fly by, fly by, fly by, fly by

Girl it's time to let you know
I'm down if you wanna go

dirty bitch, mop it up
Unfamiliar territory, they was like a pop up
And they weren't down with Yerbi, so we shot it up
Bullet holes in their corolla
Lit

always on the go
He used to live in Champtown, but moved to Slum Village
In a city Motown that was run by Mike Illitch
Lived with Fat Joe, in Ras Kass

paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns

about it
Pressure on you nigga ain't no
Time to think now
Better ride for yo nigga put
The murder game down
You a bitch nigga should've
Stayed