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with a stick right by the door, it ain't no running up
Late night, we creepin' on they bitch-ass, get down low, Drac' got a hundred up
Bitch, plus my
her a ton of favors body-wise. She stops and looks down at me. And her head is blasted from behind by the dome light, so I can't really see her face,
isn't
When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
My first
Nevertheless! These three songs were taken from the band's gig at the NEC in Birmingham, which was
recorded around I think Novermber the 28th, 1988... 27th it
over all the time I had to worry
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name
Down
down
Bell Boy, carry this baggage out
Bell Boy, always running at someone's pleading heel
You know how I feel
Always running at someone's heel
is running out
No time, my rhyme's runnin' out a fuel
Here's the part you decide if you want to do
Count it up, the dockets from the Swass tour
I've got
From side to side up and down
From both sides now I've looked at clouds
Running to the top yeah I'm running to the top
The music never stops I'm
three seen the light in me once never dimming
Swore on the day I was born with the fire on me
I bring it
Hear them angels singing
E
I'm a lion
Never tire
mob scattered out in the street
So me and Rasul took the stairwell
Then we hit the emergency exit door
Now we in the alley we set to go
My sense
get him a mil
Aye long live savage
Three backends by the morning and I just walked out the bank
Told em I quit I cant
Promise I'm never gone change
Big
Keepers Baby
Out Here PT.1 & 2
I'm the type to stand out
Never took a hand out
I got my shit planned out
Watch my plans pan out
W.O.H.
Never ran from
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straight through em' & ya boy got trampled
Moms came running' said that's what happens
He don't ever listen then she stamped that pamper
Always laid it down
down to ride, bitch hold this gun for me
I ain't never runnin' from no smoke, bitch I be out too much
If my nigga name on black and white, then I can't
which is deeper down in florida than the fucking
muck we be musing on for our lives and their
muhfuckin' amusement, here, at this beautiful
museum.
[Shoota Ringz]
I'll give you the world, nothing more to say
I'm good at breaking doors down, nothing in my way
You want it? then it's yours now, I've
motherfuckin' mouth BOY
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Tech N9ne]
They don't want me to live in the end of my block
'cause when I get to the killer I don't stop
but it feels like home
Sometimes it feels like home when I'm so many miles away from the place that I live
Way too comfortable, 3 in the morning
I'm
be wise
10 toes on the streets we living the dream
If I be wrong no one be right (Uh!)
Came from the city we running
Up to the north and down
another day alive is a miracle
The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent
No different from Flint, Michigan
Livin' in the D, checkin'
90059, we them zip holders
Brick runners, real hunters, Cosa Nostra
Got dope for your nostrils too
First parking lot, three doors down (we got
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
thing is follow your passions ally it's not a truce what you need to follow instead is your skill set and you'll find this out by talking to your friends
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