Pick Up The Bones - Lyrics - Brutal Planet - Alice Cooper

Title: Pick Up The Bones
Album: Brutal Planet
Artist: Alice Cooper
Composer(s): Alice Cooper, Bob Marlette

Lyric:
Collecting pieces of my family
In an old pillow case
This one has a skull

But it don't have a face
These look like the arms of father so strong
And the ring on this finger

Means my grandma is gone
Here's some legs in a cloud
Where my sister once played

Here's some mud made of blood
And these teeth are decayed
The ear of my brother

The hand of a friend
And I just can't
Put them back together again

Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher

Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light

There are stains on the floor
Where kitchen once stood
There are ribs on the fire place
Mixed with the wood

There are forces in the air
Ghosts in the wind
Some bullets in the back
And some scars on the skin

There were demons with guns
Who marched through this place
Killing everything that breathed
They're an inhuman race

There are holes in the walls
Bloody hair on the bricks
And the smell of this hell
Is making me sick

Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher

Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light

Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the scope going higher and higher

Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light

Now maybe someday
The suns gonna shine
Flowers will bloom
And all will be fine

But nothing will grow
On this burnt cursed ground
'Cause the breathe of the death
Is the only sound

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Line Em Up - Lyrics - Philadelphia Freeway - Freeway

Title: Line Em Up
Album: Philadelphia Freeway
Artist: Freeway
Composer(s): Leslie Pridgen, C Ries, Justin Smith

Lyric:
Thank you ladies and gentlemen
Hold your applause, yeah, holla
It's bout to go down, shut 'em down
Just Blaze, Freeway, Young Chris, Young Guru
The Roc is definitely building, yeah uh, holla

Yeah, listen, if the rhymes stop dumpin'
And beats stop knockin' then Free still fuckin' with Beans
R U to the G-S, maneuver the ve
Throughout the U.S. with two teks of keys

One start up your whip and the other start up your block
Retarded just like a Carter El Nino come take a sniff
Or take a few of you like the glass zit
Or stick shit in your artery

Hustlin's a part of me, niggas retardin' me
Come at the team wrong it's like a see-saw
They down and we up, the pound heat clowns up
I'm moving and re-up teks, blocks and keep gon'

Hustlers and cocks like a school bus
It make stops and it picks kids up
And they wake up the block really early in the mornin'
Word, niggas want drama? Then line 'em up

Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up, I, I shut em down
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up, I, I shut em down
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up, I, I shut em down
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up, I, I shut em down

Listen, if the coke stop jumpin' and the block stop poppin'
Then Free still fuckin' with Schi M to the is-ash
Come down with the gat and take your sti-ash and kidnap your keeps

One puff in my face and the other go in your face
Retarded? This is a stick up if you slow then pick up the pace
I came to take everything out your safe

And even snatch all your jewelry
Robbins a part of me, you just oughta be
Singin' the same song when money low
Ain't no parameters, snatch chains even honeys know
Amateurs get state green's and hit with 24 months

From playin' the game long, the eight long
Make pockets short snatch hair and bones weight
They been taking from us for too long it ain't wrong
Line 'em up and I jam 'em all yo

Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up, I, I shut em down
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up, I, I shut em down
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up, I, I shut em down
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up, I, I shut em down

They want a war with the Roc? Okay
Cases catch 'em and beat 'em like O.J.
I been stretchin' my d's since the O'Jays
Before I met Beans and Free, before Jay

Homie, Pops never was there
So I hustled 24 7 like the cops never was there
Yeah, fuck a box 'cause the metal was there
Fuck the cops 'cause the Fed's was paid

I been settled for years, I'm ahead of my years
Tuck the glock come pedal with K's we can settle it here
We run with this beef, we runnin' his peeps
Like five in the mornin' while they under them sheets

Like five gats drawn, soldiers come out they sleep
Tell me what they gon' tell me when the gun out they reach
Homie, we ain't gotta cheat, y'all ain't stopping Sig
Young Gunner startin' P. Guard from State Property

Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up, I, I shut em down
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up, I, I shut em down
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up, I, I shut em down
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up, I, I shut em down

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The Shivers - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Title: The Shivers
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Vinnie Brown, Anthony Criss

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Lyric:
Yeah, dog, man, you know I'm sayin'
Fuck all you motherfuckers that wanna call the police on us and shit When we tryin' to get our motherfuckin' loot, you know I'm sayin'?
(What, what?)
Fuck y'all
(What?)
You know I'm sayin'?

You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing
'Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing
Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all
'Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll

So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
Kaboom, the whole room, the Platune, don't give a nigga what?
Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns, now what the fuck

I get the fuck up, your truant lifestyle, let's rough
I'm even gon' be rich or poor, dead or handcuffed
Niggas bust, but miss and now the war is on
(Back)
And we gon' celebrate when you get murdered, deceased and gone

Retaliation is a must when you fuck with us
Tell me what was on your mind when you loaded your pistol up?
Was it some gangsta shit, that couldn't been it
(Nah, that ain't it, fuck)
'Cause you bust four shots and still missed, now dig this

Don't know your name but know your face
You made a mistake now you must be erased
Really though, I'm loc'ed, go, deranged, sick and insane
Drop rights, to start more fights than Mills Lane

So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
Kaboom, the whole room, the Platune, don't give a nigga what?
Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns, now what the fuck

Voluptuous vixen, wear my dime pair, watch it like Nixon
Niggas mad 'cause they can't put restrictions
They know we fixin' to put the Chain team in the mainstream
Cut the bad blood like gangrene, lyrical vaccine

Injected by this mind specimen, my Oestrogen
Make the best of men, guess again, I'm fresh in wind
Consumed by the date stem, tramps get amped
'Cause they can't cramp the camp, we leave 'em damp

Got them scared stiff like mannequins
Keep 'em panicin', then we vanishin' into the world at large
The Chain Gang Platune
Be the head niggas in charge

I serve to protect, self charge on police premises
Break bones as rug-be-snug, slugs being sold and printless
Stay spittin' at your divisions, hit your visions
Chain but automatic interest got taste for higher proof liquors

If it gets adventures, affective niggas, arrest resistance
Timper screamin' that deaf vast words, splintered without the whispers
Connects got prices for product, but Tune fathers vanish
Rock the cuts, now I control sonic voices like Aprovada

A thugs' mug shots' worth dollars
Holla, we strange drama killers, can't stop the
For pain is absolute vodka, Tre, confrontation watch man
For the progress of nation, yo, I'm eatin' through your concentrations

I'm comin' out combat and com Bows
Competition is a combination of combustion
Too valuable for commandin' nothin'
I continue cuttin' destruction's smokin' or choke eruptions
From California to Connecticut

I can hear the functions, continue the Lexus
[Incomprehensible] tell them [incomprehensible]
Category code of the street, let's see the next day
The Cruddy Click clicks and classics k-kloaw
'Cause it's beef on the streets then kick, kick the cow

Catapult and critters kick 'em, quickers clap
Cookin' trio's like Crio, I'll split that ass that go show your crack
The killer cultural when I'm gun away to [incomprehensible]
Since you got murdered they left you
The bitches who said you deserved it

You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing
'Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing
Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all
'Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll

So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
Kaboom, the whole room, the Platune, don't give a nigga what?
Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns, now what the fuck

Guess, who speak the truth?
I see the noose when the tongue get loose
Neck choke for the wrong shit you spoke
Took the wrong approach, invincible

With the writin' utensil, convincin' you
On instrumentals my moody mental, sets the tempo
Abdul of the mic but your flow
Slice and a dice a extra nice, a writer from the deathest cypher

Jersey believes 'em right, but Chain Gang with the sane slang
Crazy, deranged, strange, with a sharp aim
And shootin' range as deep as Danny maintain gets forfeited
When we show up to play the sport

Niggas show the military support and fight for what you brought up
Play to a good battle, battle and got grazed
In the heart of New Jersey, straight land of the crazed
Bad blood boils and picky goals will destroy you

Fans, straight hand me the jams to unemploy you
Yo, so you better keep it real right and tight
Or that spotlight might
Only last for one night, aight

You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing
'Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing
Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all
'Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll

So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
Kaboom, the whole room, the Platune, don't give a nigga what?
Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns, now what the fuck

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All Or Nuthin - Lyrics - Ras Kass

Title: All Or Nuthin
Artist: Ras Kass
Composer(s): John Austin, C Mitchell, Fredrick Taylor

Lyric:
All or nuthin', stall the bluffin', won't let the po-po arrest me
Try to hit the deck to bless me
But I'm still broke so I ride like Frank and Jessie
But they can't catch me, breakin' niggas off like a sawed off

Comin' for the fedder, man, my millimeter bringin' better things
When I pull like a better bang, so if I have to, I'ma let it rang
Gotta handle my functions, but an outcome, I have a somethin'
Instead of nuthin', haters hold me down
And servin' through a stick up or somethin'

Now, I gotta pick up the pump and let it ride
All or nuthin', step aside, or you can hit the paper big time
You gon' murder like strick nine, with a grip nine, sever bitch time
'Cause I gotta mine, and it's on

Why you cummin' up short
Like a million midgets masturbatin?
Mascaradin' as the most murderous madman militia
My nigga Twista told me

Monopolize, strategize, maximize, make money to win
With career sinners intake us, sinners
Turn ya hopeless into magenta, quick essential inventor
Please, we seizin' bees, VL's and GD's

Got OG's, OZ's, keys for these millionaire momi?s
Release your shells, my nigga
Knew the job was dangerous, when I took it, why's a player
Dark tides, or say on how to walk crooked, look it

Got a sophisticated home
I'm assassin' bitches that give my shotgun barrel blow jobs
So when the four stickin' out like a sore toe thong
It's no prob, vocally for sure, squad thorough, man

Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough
Stacks that you can't flow, kick in the door, we on the floor
Come up off a G and 2 hundred mo'
Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough
Shit, all or nuthin', no bluffin', if I have to, I'm bustin'

Nigga worthless to bones, like nickels to quarters
Fallers to shot callers, all of gotta get the paper some how
For the school of the gun style, see me 'til the cops call us
Hell brought us to a situation where we gotta drive-by
Let the bullets from my nine fly to murder who you was deprived by

But I admit sometimes if it wasn't for crime, I
Try to be, bokin', rollers, while the start keep it low, goin? homeless
So I'm hookin' up with Ras Kass on some shit, we can stack cash
But if I have to pull back a rag fast on that ass nigga

He set the streets full wit jackals
Racists, crackers and cannibals
So it's understandable why I'm half man, half animal
Ridin? through in the hood on my elephant like Hannibal

See I used to have dreams of fuckin' an r&b bitch
And I used to dreams of bein' 21 and rich
Not a twice that bad though, now I'm tryin? to be rich by age 25
See Shallah survive that new world, they pay yo
But you don't hear me

Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough
Stacks that you can't flow, kick in the door, we on the floor
Come up off a G and 2 hundred mo'
Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough
Shit, all or nuthin', no bluffin', if I have to, I'm bustin'

Home boy, my games tight
I could talk the Virgin Mary outta panties the same night
From a cocoon on the dark side of the moon
The illest niggas existin', I know who you are
U-Bar, fuck the beyond or recognition

In the middle of the ghetto, I'm buildin' a casino
Like Bugsy Siegel with me, gon' put niggas and Latinos
Shootout with the ATF in Beemer, for free, see bone, see dough
Nigga, I'm like Steve and Digo, except I pack sevente cinqo
Rowdy, Los Angelino, you got knocked the fuck out like Deebo

Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough
Stacks that you can't flow, kick in the door, we on the floor
Come up off a G and 2 hundred mo'
Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough
Shit, all or nuthin', no bluffin', if I have to, I'm bustin'

Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough
Stacks that you can't flow, kick in the door, we on the floor
Come up off a G and 2 hundred mo'
Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough
Shit, all or nuthin', no bluffin', if I have to, I'm bustin'

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N-Bone - Sticks And Stones - Lyrics - Flesh

Title: N-Bone - Sticks And Stones
Artist: Flesh
Composer(s): B. Jones, Flesh-N-Bon

Lyric:
Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone
Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me
Not even with a pole twelve foot long
We beatin' ya, might as well, join us
Trust me

Lately, ever since someone's out followin' me around
And I'm feelin' little danger when I'm approachin'
And I've been ready, peelin' you stranger
Put 'em on a hanger, bang mo' murder
We broke in with no shame in my city

And it's time for to bail in this [unverified]
And the people see me when I'm tryin' to escape
To get a breath or caught up
But can't get you gun right, slain drop down
Will ya be found?

In the C-Town, hear the buck, buck, pow
The glass sounds, stop and ya oughta wait
In the ground with a nigga's
(Shadow)
How many ways I could put you in a daze
(In a me say)

Quick to hit 'em with the gauge
Nigga, you 'bout to get faded
Bitch, your bloody body's splattered all over the ground
Save yourself [unverified] insane and it drive you crazy
Maybe my niggas willing to settle for somethin'

If nothin', dumpin' if you're tempted to play
I'm a real true, you're a real true
And act other niggas can't groove
Gotta get 'em on the grind, so make the move
We gonna put this shit together forever

Let's do this, nigga
Feel it, drop a nigga, this sidekick
Stop in to get your ready-to-ride trigger, peel it
All the brothers that fly to get the enemy fried
Tonight you die

You really think that you got it?
Better break it [unverified], get ready to go
On this mission for the land and I'm murder 'em all
Roll, to try to save out souls

Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone
Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me
Not even with a pole twelve-foot long
We beatin' ya, might as well, join us
Trust me

(Thugs)
Be true, we stroll off in this Land
And the people that be thuggin' it often Cleveland style
Look, me and my niggas, we strangle and theivin', now
Leavin' out, prayin' for the Northcoast
My city behind me, watch my back

All of my niggas on the Clair, show love for me
Pass the weed, on the corner like it was [unverified]
(Get you hype)
Wherever I roll through the hood, givin' up [unverified]
Hit the pound, stay real

Nigga where the money be, I'm a be breakin', nigga
Let's [unverified] and got chill with my bills
Sellin' herb with my thugs everyday
Let me show you the way we parlay
On the corner where the niggas see yay

Drugdealers and killas all day
Indeed, always roll with my Hustla'z
Tre, II Tru, and the Shifters, Afta Maff, and [unverified]
Niggas come and get some, hit th blunt of [unverified]
Headed straight for the very top

Niggas crept on ah come up, and it'll never stop
To my family , I gots to give 'em props
Still lettin' off shots to the Double Glock
And I crept and I came in this thug game, man
For the love of mo' money

Niggas in this bitch, you gonna remain a thug, what?
Any my people still hungry
So here we swerve to the curb, hit that herb, hit that nerve
And I'm down to serve and splurge
Fuck around and get burned, ya better learn

Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone
Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me
Not even with a pole twelve foot long
We beatin' ya, might as well, join us
Trust me

And ever since I was a youngsta thugsta puttin' it down
Always hustlin' to make a way
Nigga put up with the phases, made it
Went through mazes and I got all my fuckin' pay
Really want to try me, howl with the Fifth Dog

Pick up the sawed-off, nigga done stalked 'em
Make 'em look down the barrel, nigga pick up the shell
Off ya to hell or whatelse it costin' 'em
Chalkin' 'em, playa hater when ya try to put a stop to me
See it in your destiny, and we know it ain't never possible

But they keep at it to try to get it next to me
Arrestin' me with whip, pole
Neck chain if you gonna bang my brain with sticks
Bricks, stones aint't strong enough to break
And shatter my bones that I swang

I see ya roll with gang, clang, yeah, I'm a catch you G's
Niggas hang in the, "Heart of it All" with the family
When I bang, nigga please chill with my niggas everyday
(Oughta)
[Unverified] marshal don't forget no swisha

Got the cheese for the trees or whatever you need
We can fix ya
Did you [unverified] now? Let's take a ride
Wanna see a playa fall tonight?
Keep a [unverified] can you run up fast?
And then a nigga really lost his life

'Cause I never had time for the pettiness people
Don't get me wrong
Ain't the one to be takin' shit personal, baby
That's my sticks and stones be the name of this song

Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone
Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me
Not even with a pole twelve foot long
We beatin' ya, might as well, join us
Trust me
(Trust me, trust me, trust me)

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No Shorts, No Losses - Lyrics - E. 1999 Eternal - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: No Shorts, No Losses
Album: E. 1999 Eternal
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Bone D J U-Neek Kenny Mccloud

Lyric:
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

I'm taking a swig of the 'burb word
Downing my fifth and I swerve
Drunk as I bend on the curb
Get up to purchase some herbs
To ease up my nerves
While a nigga got rocks to serve

Heard about thugs and hustlas
But never knew none like us before
We junking them off in dumpsters
Suck these thuggish, ruggish nuts
Peep this cut

Make a nigga wanna do some dirt
Putting in work, gotta hit 'em where it hurts
Putting it down, Bone first
And I hit 'em wid the Ouija curse
Them worse to worst

Dog, if you wanting to test Bone
The consequences are fatal
Ready be strapped, papped wid me sawed off
Clack back 'cause I believe in me label

Ruthless and we steady be putting it down
Just for the love of money, yeah
For the love of the wasteland Claire
For the love that brought me here

Dropping piece to the double glock
Ready when the trouble knocks, pop pop ya pistol now
If a nigga wanna run up, gun up
Put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down

Harmony smooth wid the thug shit
Mo' Murda to the fool that clone
Five niggas loc'd out wid the roughness
And it's war trying crab these Bones

Bring on ya stretchers, ya dearly departed
Ya rest in the coffin for daring to cross this
Come and get that ass tossed by the boss bitch
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Nigga come fuck wid me now
Krayzie that nigga that pump pump
Nigga that's my daily thang
Down wid the bang bang, swanging them thangs
It really don't matter, man, insane to the brain

My niggas, so how could you ever compete with the trigger?
Bitch, if you decide you want some of this now
Bite one bid and nigga, we're coming to cut ya
Everyday be the same old
Still gotta flip on the same hoe

Niggas that be trying to study the thugs
But nigga, back up, it's a Bone thing, what?
Never taking no shorts or no losses
Creeping up outta me clik, see
'Mo' Murda', 'Mo' Murda' and Ouija will be with me
Creeping on a come up doing it for the love of money

Stalking gat fools walking jack moves
Ready to pap you if we have too
Remember me, no surrender
Kill 'em and lay 'em up deep in ah coffin
Me no pretender
Leatherface taking no shorts or no losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Ain't taking no shorts or no losses tossing
Niggas all up in them coffins
They don't know when they run up, I gun 'em
Gotta let 'em know who the boss is
See, pop, pop let 'em drop

Mo' Thug, them niggas is nothing but killas
We creeping, we needing mo' money
We sick and we cold and we hungry
(Huh)
I'm loving my thugstas
My clik consist of nothing but hustlas
The nigga you know that'll hurt ya

Serve and murda all bustas now
Hard times, gotta grind, get mine
Even if it means pap, that's ya life
And a nigga gotta die by the sword
The gauge, my nine and my knife

Cocking, I pump my slugs all up in ya, now what?
Shoot a bitch just like a nigga
Ain't no favor, trigger, you fall
It's Wish Bone, no shorts, gotta get mine
Yeah, it's my time
Me and my thugs smoking, choking
Let a nigga P.O.D, off that wine

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Remember when that dog jumped out of the Darkside
Come creep in the barrel, bitch, if you test my hood
It'll be your loss, even if you bring your click
Get tossed and it'd do you no good

Can't fuck wid my gang, no thang
And the bullets they ring out
Strangle the man and drug 'em up off the Claire
We strip 'em and beat they brains out

I gotta give Ps to all ah my Trues
Steadily paying them dues
We niggas wid nothing to lose
Tripping and sipping on brews and acting a fool

Mo' Thug be loving to smoke mo bud
Fiend for the green leaves
Nigga, quick, pull out them trees
I pull out me cheese
Now gimme now what me need

Remember, me killa cap peeler
Still a realer nigga and I'm on to dig ya
So bitch if ya run up, I'm bound to rip ya
Me put in me work, pulling me bullets, it hurt
Better run to chalk it
Digging ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood
See the Bone'll take no shorts or losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Bone, y'all Bone, nigga, that's starting some shit up, what?
Little Ripster get you cleared up thugs
All of my muthafuckas show they nuts and guts
Running up out the cut, pumping bucks

Ready ta fuck you up, must bust them
And steady be dumping thugging on the Claire, oh, yeah
Let's smoke out on 88th jumping wid playas
When me forty four let go, feeling the glock, glock roll
95th gunning outta the window
We peeping out the few coming outta the back do'

Hang, on the Darkside ride,
Pick up your tec and let fly, why?
I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine nine
Ride, me killa, gravedigga nigga, coming up out my trench
Rest in peace and running from the holice
Jumping that barbed wire fence

Hitting the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazing
Gotta watch for the po-po raising up, up on me
Turn around and face 'em
Pump, pump and fade 'em now

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101 North - Lyrics - Tomahawk

Title: 101 North
Artist: Tomahawk
Composer(s): Duane Denison, Mike Patton, Kevin Rutmanis, John Stanier

Lyric:
Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride

Eagles swirl and they pick up the bones
I'll shut you down like a bank on a Sunday
The engine has no stories to tell because there's no-one to tell 'em to
The last drugstore has sold the very last pill

Out on the road and I am high enough, thumb's up
You're pullin' over, gonna pick me up, shut up
The rusty wiper blades move along, in song
Having a lonely body in your car, shut up

My piece is in your ear movin' fast, thinkin' clear
I'll squeeze if you don't steer and follow the line straighter, shut up
You are the bullet, I am the gun, I won
Screw on the silencer and have some fun

Gray highway deserting me
Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way

Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride

Treading water in an ocean of champagne
You blow a spark plug when you see a drop of blood
And how many joyrides will it take, the sombre spasms harboring
Those pulsing neon hangovers, hang me

It's Friday night, I'm gonna fuck or fight, that's right
This time and all I need is one more ride, shut up
I'm car-jacking on a fine spring afternoon
Don't kid a kidder, don't shit a bullshitter, shut up

I'm hotter than the crack you're cookin' up, heat up
I'm colder than the smack you're jackin' up, shut up
I'm a balloon and I am losin' air, beware
Squeak, ah, squeak, there's blood on me

Gray highway, deserting me
Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way

Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride

Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride

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Neighbors Next Door - Lyrics - Dr. Dooom

Title: Neighbors Next Door
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Kurt Matlin, Keith Mathew Thornton

Lyric:
Yo Jacky, this Keith
It's the answering machine
I left the keys under the rug

There's some meat up in the closet
If you goin' throw it out tonight
I'ma run up to Tower Records to get a pizza
Alright, I'ma come back, yeah

Chewin' alligator meat live cow steak
Sittin' on old newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 Dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green

With spots eatin' blueberry Pop Tarts
With the eighth body in my trunk my elbow bleeds with lumps
Walkin' from the sanitation dump with rotten skulls
On my watered with Miller beer kegs

Blood in my cabinet, ears in my closet
Watchin' the Raptors play the Houston Rockets
With your arms in the freezer I grab a icicle
Puttin' fingerprints on my bicycle

Walkin' up to have a drink at the club
There is three Irish chicks, lookin' at me like I'm sick
Walkin' by Chin-Chins I stole the keys from ya friends
Lookin' out ya Madrion hotel window

Like Elvis Presley coming down the elevator
Good evening mister, excuse me, pardon me with body parts
And credit cards walkin' down Sunset Boulevard past the red light
I threw a rat with mayonnaise at ya head lights

Four blonde girls screamed and put on their hi-beams
I fake like I'm vomiting, smoking sick, threw acid on their stomachs
And drove off with a wig down La Brea listen to a tape by Slayer

Parked in a parking lot behind Burger King
Eatin' a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers
I blast a CD by the Staple Singers

The cops told me to turn it down
They like my shoes from Buster Brown
I went up the block and bought some incense
For the bone smells in the air conditioner vents

Hey, kid need twenty cents
Havin' a cook-out with my neighbor
How ya like the meat flavor ? Mmm

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Sorry 'bout the noise last night
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Hey, hey, y'all got some toilet paper

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Don't mind the smell from across the hall
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
See ya at twelve midnight comin' over

Ya shell shocked, cuts a rock mad blood Vulcan like Spock
Pull ya ribs out, suck ya own cock
Block twenty-five knots laid up outta luck
Cut ya ass open stuff ya like a duck what

Attraction recarnations in a slump twenty five cents
And a German dick pumped up
Shoulda known the killa' from the jump junk
In veins impedes the brain hijackin' planes

Pull a Kotex out of Louis Lane, explain the sky rain
Cadillacs and dead bitches consort with witches
Twenty five sistas pussies with blisters we burn 'em in rivers
Saviors of pimps and concubines

Have you ever asked yourself will you fuck Marilyn Manson
Or become Charlie Manson death wish
Or become Charles Bronson
Take your testicles and your dick for ransom

In a tea jar right next to the cookie jar
With nose and tits smoking a cigar
Beverly Hills superstar Jacky Jasper
Keith A K A Dr. Dooom
Twenty five dead chicks with an ice pick

Machine guns Galactica brooms pay for room two
Into sci-fi we stay fly, seven heads an ten horns
Side died ripped open eyeball for a subway token
Asshole broken manics in a cave Spandex Columbo smokin'
Panties in liquid Pinesol soakin'

Selling glass to Dr. Bones, Dr. Dooom ass lie on cellphone
Sportin scuba fins in a limo, eatin' fingers on a hunt
Attached with a pick ass out dick out
Nigga what you want? I want a Kotex with whip cream

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Sorry 'bout the noise last night
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Hey, hey, y'all got some toilet paper

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Don't mind the smell from across the hall
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
I'm comin' over at twelve midnight to borrow some sugar

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Back From The Dead - Lyrics - Same As It Ever Was - House Of Pain

Title: Back From The Dead
Album: Same As It Ever Was
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Erik Schrody, Larry Muggerud, Tha Baka Boy

Lyric:
Straight out the casket, risin' up
Open up your eyes, can't you see me?
What the fuck is this? Madness, pick up my bones
Erase my name from off the tombstones
Alive and kickin', breathing the air

Call out my name, punk, and I'll be there
No question, my suggestions of the action
Caught smack dab in the middle of the blastin'
Messin' with me, you're messin' with the best
Blaow, you're takin' two shots to your chest

'Cuz I'm back from the dead
Everlast comin' back from the dead
(Back from the dead)
You know I'm back from the dead
And I'll put a freakin' hole in your head

Back from the dead, back from the dead

You can't disrespect it, I'm the resurrected
Back from the dead just to mess with your head
I'll stress what I said, but I won't repeat it
If you've got a cold starve it, if you've got a fever feed it
And if you can't feed it then why not blow

You may be positive and not even know
I rock the hardcore from the floor to the ceilin'
I give sexual healing, I'll get your girl squealin' like a pig
My grave's somethin' you can never dig
I'll rock a mausoleum, back yard or colosseum

'Cuz I'm back from the dead
Everlast's comin' back from the dead
(Back from the dead)
You know I'm back from the dead
House of pain's in effect, 'nuff said

Skip the autopsy 'cuz I never O.D.'d
I only puff boom kid, I never get skeed
I don't sniff or shoot up, riff I'll stick my boot up
Your ass quick fast, Everlast don't jive
Just like Pearl Jam I'm still alive

("Look at all these rumors")
Spreadin' like tumors, gossip and lies
Exaggerated reports of my demise
And if you believed 'em, well, then you got gassed
The media deceived 'em just like in the past

'Cuz I'm, back from the dead
Everlast's comin' back from the dead
(Back from the dead)
You know I'm back from the dead
And I'll put a freakin' hole in your head

Back from the dead, back from the dead

Like Steven Seagal I'm hard to kill
Like GiGi Allen I'm crazy ill
I'll beat you down with my mic, kick your ass with my Nike
Bust you in the eye if you tell another lie
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Thinkin' I'm dead you must be smokin' dust
Come see me bust in the flesh, it's a must

'Cuz I'm back from the dead
Everlast comin' back from the dead
(Back from the dead)
You know I'm back from the dead
House of pain's in effect, 'nuff said

Back from the dead
Back from the dead
Back from the dead
...

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The 5th - Lyrics - VI: Return Of The Real - Ice T

Title: The 5th
Album: VI: Return Of The Real
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Richard J. Ascencio, Tracy Lauren Marrow

Lyric:
Hey, yo, Ice
This guy here say, he wants to get in, man
You're sure home boy's ready?
Yo, Ice, this nigga said he's ready, man

Yo, kid you're sure you wanna be down with this, right?
Yeah, I'm sure, I'm ready
Aight, know what you're in for, right?

Blood flows like sands in the hourglass
Cash moves everything, bitches in g strings
Gats flashin', mothers make cream on a stick move
Improve your dope flow, cold max with the long dough

High rollin', back breakin' plot diggers
The ill niggas, Comanche style
Blood letting weapons of death
Stop your breath, if you trip on the click

A hot thump to your chest and your back just rips
You wanna be a made man, the fam accepts no mistakes
Chopped up bodies, lots of funeral wakes
Make your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead
A cop's better, use this biretta

Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug ditch
'Cause I command a whole battalion of life takers
Plus, the other bosses wanna see yo' guts
Check your nuts, dump the bodies in the desert

Here's the keys to a truck
Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred
Crime intellect, more complex than nerves in your spinal chord
Bank job my forte, not off of gun play

Hostage taker, I killed my brother with a salt shaker
He tried to short me a buck
What the fuck? A nigga that lies is a nigga that dies
No cries for the punk, he got trunked and bombed

Since he tried to steal, I chainsawed his arm
I drink blood from a cup when I wanna, then
Plus, the bosses up north made me kill my friend
They told me, "This ain't no game, kid, you're in it
You're down with the Syndicate but never admit it"

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

A thousand ki's, off-shore private yacht
Really ain't no sweat, Coast Guard and customs are bought
Columbian, Mexicano connect, raise the bet
One DEA wouldn't roll, we pulled his tongue through his neck

Just a message to the rest, don't test
Housing developments are built on the bodies
Of punks who wouldn't party
Big shots are called from the pen's inner sanctum
Where the mega-gees regulate the streets, fuck release

They got power that you can't comprehend, my friend
They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends
Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth
You sold your soul, now cold blood's how you get relief

Now you do what we do, say what I say
Muthafucka, don't blink unless I say okay
This is a organization, not a one-man gang
And you die if I ever hear you spilled my name

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

My friend, I thought this day would never come
What do you mean, man? Hey
Who was there when your wife had your first child?
Hey, why you're lookin' at me like that, man?

Who looked out for you when no one else was there?
Hey, I'm your friend, man
Now word's out you're talkin' to the feds about me
They lyin', man

There's only one thing I can do
Hey man, wait a
You treat me like a bitch
Hey, yo

Now look at you
Look at you, muthafucka
Now look at you

Cops on the take, I got moves to make
Feds ain't that easy, I still got 'em to shake
They had my man's bitch wired for a month and a half
Snatched my nigga up in Aspen, bail's five million

Bounced him out in a hour, power
Went and met him quick, hit him with a ice pick
Can't take no chances, he romancin' with whores
No tellin' what he spilled when behind closed doors

The fam's protection and loyalty is top priority
Violate, your body is found in three states
Cargo is heat on a Hong Kong cruiser
[Incomprehensible] contacts your cruiser

No cash, they want a ton of crystal meth
High risk will bring more riches than the national debt
We launder money through the S and L's and pro-ball teams
Ain't no business untouched when it comes to cream

Documents forged from my hitters from Jamaica
In and out of town, before you hit the ground
This is the mob, baby, now you're on, no off switch
Suffocation don't last [Incomprehensible] you snitch

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this? The Syndicate does not exist

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100 I Dream - Lyrics - Foreigner - Cat Stevens

Title: 100 I Dream
Album: Foreigner
Artist: Cat Stevens
Composer(s): Yusuf Islam

Lyric:
They brang us up with horns and holly wooden songs
Dead snakes and poisoned wisdoms between our teeth
The evil that's been done still is carrying on
And on this night there'll be no peace

The old leaders' bones still beat on our homes
They built our life before us, we had no choice
The evil that's been done still is carrying on
And when they're gone we'll be the voice

Blue bird on the rock, slow wind blowing soft
Across the bare face of the sleeping lake
?Rise up and be free?, voice whispered to me
And in this way you will awake

Go climb up on the hill, stand perfectly still
And silently soak up the day
Don't rush and don't you roam, don't feel so alone
And in this way you will awake
And in this way you will awake and this way you will awake

Pick up the pieces you see before you
Don't let your weaknesses destroy you
You know wherever you go the world will follow
So let your reasons be true to you

Stay close to your friends up until the end
And when they know that you feel the same way
Rise up and be free and die happily
And in this way you will awake
And in this way you will awake and this way you will awake
Awake c'mon, c'mon and awake

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Stock In The Game - Lyrics - Freddie Foxxx

Title: Stock In The Game
Artist: Freddie Foxxx
Composer(s): Alan Maman, Freddie Foxxx

Lyric:
Hi, I'm Jona, Freddie Foxxx is my dad
And I wanna say that all you rappers are wack
Wordup, baby, yeah, you ready?
It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby, we tear this motherfucker down

Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are found
We're beatin' niggas down, make you world renown
Where street beef set off once never forgiven
Where real niggas never give up, we fugitivin' that's how we be livin'

Where niggas vibe on the raw shit
Come out, your face fucked up and get your jaw split
We will pick your teeth up and put 'em on a string like bones
And send your punk ass home alone

I got stock in this microphone, you innuendos
And get you beat the fuck up and played like Nintendo
Maybe smoke like the hydro, endo, you niggas is hookers
I hit you with the four pound tuckers

Have you ever seen a rap stampede?
We'll bring 'em underground and I'll run 'em down
You know my reputation
My voice over disco beats is violation

New York walk, New York talk
And when I blow you niggas dime, I use my own chalk
So watch what the fuck you say and what you do
For real, niggas bring it to you and your whole crew
Bring in, baby, you ready?

I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin' the glock to the game
You know my name, so if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song

I be hearin' mad MCs, I study your rhymes
And I noticed that you niggas is just wastin' time
I don't take it to wack niggas, they self-destruct
I take it to nice niggas and fuck them up

So the fact that you be shinin' makes it even better for me
That just leaves more cheddar for me
I keep it blacker than Cadillacs in '69
Total eclipse your record and stole your shine

Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme
And I still had you motherfuckers payin' me mine
What's up? Watch me snatch a hundred grand on you niggas
No tax while you loudmouth braggin' ass niggas fake jacks

I'm nice with my mothafuckin' hands
And I bust my heats, Freddie Foxxx, celebrity box out the beats
My flow is so cold, start a rainy day snowin'
My voice fertilize, your thoughts to start growin'

It's Bumpy Knuckles and raw niggas incorporated
The real niggas love it, the fake niggas hate it
You motherfuckers ready for this? Check it out, here we go

I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin' the glock to the game
You know my name, so if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song

I got stock in the game
Got a bad reputation for bringin' the glock to the game
You know my name, so if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song

I go one, two, three, four, five, I make it live
Simple ass shit like that be soundin' wack
But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes niggas hide they jewels
Wild niggas start cockin' they tools

I got my ethics from the older school
If you wack then I spit it
Somethin' to steal, I come get it
If Freddie Foxxx want beef, niggas ain't with it
Some niggas wanna try my style but can't fit it

I be hearin' niggas that sound like me
But ain't never ever really put it down like me
Plus them niggas ain't really underground like me
Street reputation, love town to town like me

You bitch ass motherfuckers
I squared off in the mainstream world actin' like a mothafuckin' girls
I wet you like a jheri curl and you'll explode like uranium
The only thing you'll have to fall back on is your cranium

You soft niggas could never be iller than the hole maker
Hole filler, Bumpy Knucks keep it realer, the blood spiller
Don't fuck with a mothafuckin' killer, turn it up

I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin' the glock to the game
You know my name, so if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song

I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin' the glock to the game
You know my name, so if you ever come across me wrong
Then all you motherfuckers will be gone, word 'em up

Now, check it out, all you motherfuckers better know
Baby, it's Bumpy Knuckles and I never die
If half you niggas was really as you say you was
We wouldn't have had no wars between the Coast
But you niggas is bitches

'Cause when they did it to us we never did it to them
So I'd do it to every motherfuckin' body, baby
The lone soldier, Bumpy Knuckles, motherfucker
You better watch your back, nigga, kill me

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Daddy'S Cup - Lyrics - The Dirty South - Drive By Truckers

Title: Daddy'S Cup
Album: The Dirty South
Artist: Drive By Truckers
Composer(s): Mike Cooley, Patterson Hood, Jason Isbell, Brad Morgan, Shonna Tucker

Lyric:
Before I could walk, I had a wrench in my hand
I was my Mama's little angel, my Daddy's second chance
He went end over end, the first year he went pro
And he lost part of his eyesight, so he couldn't race, no more

But he never lost his touch when he got under a hood
He knew how to make them run, he knew one day he would
See his name in Victory lane and engraved on that cup
Just like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood

He would put me on his lap when he'd drive and I'd take the wheel
He'd say "What do you think about that, son? How does she feel?
You just wait till them, little legs get long enough to reach the gas
Once you put her on the floor, one time there ain't no turning back"

Every Saturday, he'd take me out to the garage
He'd take an empty bucket, fill it full of engine parts
He's sit me down and pour 'em out in front of me on the floor
I'd have to tell him what each one was and what each one was for

We'd jump in his old car and go down to the race at night
He'd tell me what each driver was doing wrong, what each one did right
He could always pick the winner before they ever took a curve
Number three might have the car but forty three has got the nerve

Before I turned eighteen, Daddy said "Now pretty soon
You'll be old enough to race when I'll leave it up to you
I taught you all about it, taught you everything I know
You gotta have a car to do it, you gotta work and buy your own"

First one that I bought was a Mustang number two
Nobody kept 'em any longer than they kept a pair of shoes
They started showing up at every used car, lot in town
A V-eight on a Go-Cart, easy terms no money down

Me and Daddy and my uncle took her home and we tore her down
Checked her out real good, cleaned her up and bored her out
Took out all the seats, pulled the carpet off the floor
Knocked out all the glass and we welded up the doors

Well, the first time that I raced my qualifying was a shame
I started out way in the back and came back about the same
Pulled her in the pit, couldn't look my Daddy in the eye
He said "If you quit now son, it's gonna haunt you all your life"

See it ain't about the money or even being number one
You gotta know when it's all over, you did the best you could've done
Knowing that it's in you and you never let it out
Is worse than blowing any engine or any wreck you'll ever have

Since then I've wrecked a bunch of cars and I've broke a bunch of bones
It's anybody's race out there and I've learned to run my own
I'd shove 'em in the wall and I'd hit 'em from behind
I'd let them know that I was there, I'd let them know that track was mine

It's been several years since my Daddy passed away
But his picture's on my dash, every time I go to race
I lost more than I won but I ain't gonna give up
'Till they put me in the ground or Daddy's name's on that cup

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The Heist - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: The Heist
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Rakheim Meyers, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles, Trevor Smith, Paul Mitchell

Lyric:
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is with me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man
Take the bones out man for real
Yeah all applepie, yeah
Straight up, Flipmode BK King thing

Aiyo, it was the best heist since ice
Precise rituals
Skated outta Jacob's wit the Fruit Loop jewels
Holdin' a navy blue Uzi
Krush Groovin' waves off the atlas
Coolin', that's how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid

Old dog in it, the thug vaccine with no pork in it
Vivid imagination paper chasin'
Dufflebag swollen, we holdin'
Drink chocolate milk before we roll in
It's like that ya'll, we gangstas
Stickin' all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany's, pretty Valentine brick is on the second floor balcony
Gems is magnificent, diamonds is cryin'
"Busta Rhymes take me, nevermind help!"

Aiyo caught 'em at the ice pavilion, dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas covered in vest pieces think like a mob flick
Guessin' like Patsy in the mask, piece bust
Got aggravated, slapped the glass pieces
One nigga beamin', fagot ass lay on the floor ya fuck!
Tied his broken arm to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live coma
Three young Italians, suited down personal style

I'm in valor white designin' on the 'dallions
Felt like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
Ghost backin' me bust a shot, motored
Four male in paper work, Lord
We get together once more before we blow this
Murdered nobody
Left 'em all baseball'd down, brotha
Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors

Money!
Drop dead on the floor
Nigga, pass the keys to the door
Pass me all the cash in the drawer
Or I promise you'll be payin' the price
Feelin' like a nigga died twice
Execute the world's greatest diamond heist
Ya'll niggas know we out to get this money!

(C'mon money! C'mon money! C'mon money!)
Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marce c'mon!
(C'mon money! C'mon money! C'mon money! C'mon money!)
Let's get this money nigga

Yeah we near the mind out west
Somewhere in Africa
The Feds is after us, vest on my back
Whippin' the Acuras, feel like a Mac bustin'
A rug in Preston on percussion
I'll bust in your gate, nigga it's nothin'
A hail storm, ice rainin', mind containin'
Info, nigga what you in for complainin'

Sick bars deep in this language
Did I tell you how my day's spent?
Speakin' through the face of Ronald Reagan
Iceberg history, calligraphy
Kaleidescope colors, hollow head shells and flarin' gunmen
Hate to see me comin' like gray skies on day of judgment
Makes you wonder where the love went
Hit a nigga, feed him to some buzzards

Put up numbers, plus I'm one to push his mug in
We duck in the safe, check what I'm huggin'
Rocks the size of some shit, out in the Congo
My arms full, let's get the fuck out, Busta I got you

Aiyo we do great study on fossils and stones like archaeologists
Gemologists, collect the most priceless ices anonymous
Canary stones yellow like a pumpkin
Dunkin' Donut precious size stones make me wanna cut the safe open
Rae pass the blowtorch, ghost brought the dynamite stick
Marciano brought a chisel with an ice pick
Princess cuts, invisible settings
Plannin' the world's greatest diamond heist
Playin' a tune by Otis Redding

Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like still?
Time to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight
Throwin' light went off and in the basket
Grabbed the necklace from off the satin pillow while the glass casket
Ice lay across the crushed burgundy velvet
Up in the diamond slide-tray
Gun in your face, slide it right away
Roundtable with Habib, Mirishnokof, and the rest of them Jewish niggas

We got them niggas drunk and talkin' foolish see
You know the way we straight manipulated this shit
We swindle them niggas for all their precious things
Before we skated and shit, yeah, ya'll niggas know we skated early
Disguised ourselves as the Cidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly
Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos
And bury the diamonds on an island your never heard like Turks in Keikos
Everytime we hit, we in and out quick
Don't be surprised if we behind supplyin' niggas all the platinum and shit

(Money! Money! Money! Money!)
Yeah, the world's greatest jewel heist
(Money! Money! Money! Money!)
Thoroughly and successfully executed
(Money! Money! Money! ! Money!)
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
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Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
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Another Victory - Lyrics - Skull & Bones - Cypress Hill

Title: Another Victory
Album: Skull & Bones
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud

Lyric:
Get ready motherfuckers

You can't fuck with the [unverified], please no interruptions
Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun
Like my rag top six five, smash you with the switches
The hitch is, you're gettin' too big for your britches
Why you runnin' like bitches with your tail up, I'm the thug pirate

Put the sail up, your whole crew frail, what
You want this joint, suck it inhale nut
Niggas are feelin' this track in Braile, huh
We're grade a while you motherfuckers fail, what

You understand, imitators gotta bail up
To all the males and females gangin' up
All on my cell phone talkin' shit, hangin' up
I gotta show you how a nigga bang it up, slangin' cuts

Your squad against mine
Your minor leagues with major
Detail the plans like verse
Hit hard, catch you off guard, another victory

I slay rappers with precision, I got vision like anakin'
You panicin', I'm leavin' you stiffer than a mannequin
My high lyrics constantly brain damagin'
Brandishin' a fire arm, still managin'
Hurt niggas, bandagin' who give my lyrics that play like a mandalin'

I hold my mic like my dick, but you handlin'
I kill flows on tracks who abandonin'
I eat you like pussy, then take a sample
Then spit fire in the places you standin' in

I take a fool to the hill
Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin'
Now I see your whole brain's scramblin'
Don't like what you hear, change the channel then nigga

Your squad against mine
Your minor leagues with major
Detail the plans like verse
Hit hard, catch you off guard, another victory

I spark cells of a rhythm, you best listen, get it over with
Stolen shit, rollin' it, Cypress ownin' it, bitin' niggas clonin' it
I got a dog got a bone to pick, you holdin' it
Suck it hard swallow easy, put a soul in it
Your body's on the floor, head got a hole in it

The weed master, rhyme killer, mic controllin' it
You still fuckin' but your wack, ain't throwin' it
Stepped in shit, now your chillin' all alone in it
Head full of hair, still ain't combin' it

Five child in the world who's ropin' it
Never know if I'm high or I'm throwin' shit
I got you stuck in the twilight zone on shit
I'm the owner of the fat joint you rollin' with, bitch

Your squad against mine
Your minor leagues with major
Detail the plans like verse
Hit hard, catch you off guard, another victory

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