Yeah crib death, killing the cradle,
Crunching the baby in a dashboard light.
Yea like some cheesy ass figurines,
Jesus, Mary, Joseph crushed into »
Truck on Fire
Let Sleeping Corpses Lie
by White Zombie
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spasm
In this jerk
In this crib
A little death
For this boy
Little screams
A little blood
A tattooed rune
Break the black ice
In this kiss »
Break the Black Ice
The World That Summer
by Death in June
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Time is gettin' crazy, people clockin' out
They're robbin' all the cribs on a death wish route
Breakin' into cars trying to steal »
Megablast
Yo! Bum Rush the Show
by Public Enemy
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can't wake up, you're losin' your last breath,
Fell asleep listenin' to the radio, now it's a crib death »
Crib Death
Judgement Day, Vol. 2
by Esham
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and now your dead
A suicidal, homicidal, homicidal, suicidal recital
Is what I recite when I'm on the mic
At midnight I'll smother you like crib death »
Cross My Heart
Boomin' Words from Hell
by Esham
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And my cousin baby just died from crib death
Stay with me, just hit me on the celly cell
I know sufferin' and pain really well
If it don't kill you, it »
Where It Goez Wrong
Total Eclipse
by Tek
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to call you doo-doo
Never came outside, in the crib you hide
Scared to death
While we played manhunt, to our last breath
I never chose this life, it »
Freestyle
The Mix Tape, Vol. 2: 60 Minutes of Funk
by Jay-Z
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stat
When the berretta sparks, click clack
Get back
More pieces of you're grill
Will be shot off; kid I keep it ill
death rap mastery
In crib bumpin »
The Real Reality
Street Villains, Vol. 2
by Necro
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Let's go before we start the war
Begin with two reasons why we need to talk
And stop poppin' up in my cribs all over New York, and
death stalkin'
You »
You Know I'm No Good
More Fish
by Amy Winehouse
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a bigger nigger
And started to search
An so I headed west
Went to Cali to rally
Was for a brothers death
It was the fuzz who shot him
An not da blood »
Anti-Nigger Machine
Fear of a Black Planet
by Public Enemy
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stomp a nigga's head in with them reebok classics them icy whites aka solija's yea
lil wyte: bicth ran to death in my solija's ran from the cops in »
Icy White Soljas
Phinally Phamous
by Lil Wyte
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that
And never ever show a bitch where your crib's at
The next day we at your door, "where your kids at?"
And if they don't out the raw, nigga click »
No Problems
The Darkside, Vol. 1
by Fat Joe
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father died when he was four drop
Kids drop dead they're drafted from a crib war
Birth war birth eddie battles got no chance far
Away in fighter »
War Birth
War Birth
by U.S. Bombs
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crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease
Muah!, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style, more sicker than »
Just a Memory
Duets: The Final Chapter
by Clipse
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He shakes his death rattle.
Spittle on his bib.
I don't do the dishes,
I throw then in the crib.
I've eaten you,
I'm overfed.
Your »
Plump
Live Through This [Bonus CD]
by Hole
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Kick 'em
My territory
Kill them
death matrimony
Stick 'em
Blood ceremony
Kick 'em
My territory
Kill them
death matrimony
Stick 'em
Blood »
Concentrate Living
Futility
by Dååth
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Goes something like this
'Bout twenty minutes after six
You see your man getting ready, looking fresh to death
Clean as the board of health, »
Midnite
Libra
by Toni Braxton
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the ashes
Wrath hath soured
Blood and death, we will pay back the debt
For this candy store of ours.
Look at those cunts on MTV
With their cars, »
Worlds Apart
Instant Live: Sokol Auditorium - Omaha, NE, 4/25/01
by ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
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Got a new gig, here you come again kid
Fresh out the dog, done did your bid
But you can't stay here no more
Not in this crib
Not with the foul »
Druglord Superstar
Bad as I Wanna B
by MC Lyte
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The first night we brought you home, it scared me half to death.
I stood right beside your crib and counted every breath.
Lookin' at your little »
I Wanna Be There
Pictures
by John Michael Montgomery
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it hurts
I'll leave you in a straight up leaking in the back of a church
Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home
Leaving you old »
Bad Dreams
Genesis
by Busta Rhymes
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run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your baby's cryin' pop pop pop put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the shit
Got »
What a Thug About [LP Version][*]
Jigga My Nigga
by Beanie Sigel
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the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance
( ? )
Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath
Radical posse down to death
While your crew's »
The Syndicate
Power
by Ice-T
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to share my home, to share my heart and my bed,
To not make you weak but strengthen you instead,
Till death do us part,
From this day forth for all time »
Long as I Live
Still Ghetto
by Jaheim
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younger
Till we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we knew what the time was
That daddy was leaving the crib and moms love
Papa was player, player »
Poppa Was a Playa
The Lost Tapes
by Nas
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