Lyrics:
and praise the day
Break the spell show me the way
In decay
The flame of Troy will shine bright
The newborn child will carry ruin to the hall
#1: It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a
simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not
carry a 1 pound coconut.
ARTHUR:
Corners
And all the spots in Beantown where niggas carry burners
But I was more turned on by the microphone
So one cold morning, I left home
Next I'm
the move
Whoo! Hah hah, hah hah hah, Grand Groove
was the jam Grandmaster Vic played in the park
past the dark, I seen the spark, so did me, Troy and Mark
the type you shoot dice with and win dawg
Unless you want to get your ass laid out in Gilmore
He had some soldiers, 'mind me Troy and E-Bags
When they
I'm ready sounds nice like this
Swing Low hey Hey
Yo yo
Swing Low sweet chariot
Comin' to carry me home
Carry me home Carry me home
Swing Low sweet
homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
Boy, you're gonna carry that weight
Carry
a stubborn kid thinking that he had a clue
Man, I was wrong wasn't I?
To think back then I was never gonna get by
Final days of waking to a blue sky
And I'm
think he's a hemopheliac
Til there's peace in Iraq carry beats on my back
I left the street cracked open like I leaped Shaq
Vegetarian I'm off the meat
when I play my part
You gotta believe me (ohh)
Your son will clear out your debts
While he's waiting for your death
I'm coming home to you
(To you,
a punctured lung
Like, shit then, man, he should've been dead
Skengs in cars or skengs in peds
Heard that gang love aim for the legs
Then tell me why Tugz got
don't own
Can't get help from your niggas or bank loan
No bartender, T's pain, he pour drinks from home
Pushing the culture, voodoo bag of chicken bones
Nevertheless! Powerslave tour! Hmmmm. By the way,
Running Free... the photograph on the front of this single was by a man none other than Ross Halfing. He
Give me one second can I level up
Tear it out the hinges like a drug bust
We just wanna party like it's Mardi Gras
Now I'm seeing how we gonna turn
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
Needles (clbum Remix)
Mizzle
Stayed down but I came up
Hard times, that's what made us
Popping those needles
Oldie he didn't wake up
Oldie thought
fitted for a uniform
And though his mama shed a tear
He kissed her and said he'd see us in two years
And he looked at me and said "Papa, I'm gonna be
home
Got some bitches and some niggas
(they put me on) hey, hey
I know they're gonna be hating
Use it as motivation i don't give a fuck
See most
Me an asshole again!
Tom: What's up? I like your hair
It's very nice
Mark: You like his hair? Oh cool, thanks
He probably appreciates that a lot
Tom:
to the core
Yeah there's more in store
cngels all around seeing 444
Intro
It's just for fun
It's just at night
It's justified
Everyday
He risk his life
Ah-ha, yo man, E I don't know about that, man
Last time we took somebody with us, man
We had to carry him home, man, he got out of control
The whole
Ah-ha, yo man, E I don't know about that, man
Last time we took somebody with us, man
We had to carry him home, man, he got out of control
The whole
without a control
Can never fall for other gods, I've come to far not stoppin' now
I was lost only found by Jesus Christ
He gave me life and I can't deny
Am
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