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The Murder Mystery

The Velvet Underground

The Velvet Underground

1969

are out and growling slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is full of fishes fish's full of china china plates are falling all fall

fall
It's us versus the all
From the cats to the dogs forever
Yeah, yeah

I let that one rock
I let that one rock

This that bonus track, this

By the fire
Yule log crackling
Eyes light up
So many on the tree
If you get cold I'll keep you warm
When the snow falls
Yeh
Hmmm
When the snow falls

Use a rubber if the bitch is on the pill, boy
The complete opposite of a kill-joy
Stick-ups, shoot-outs, hustling, I get ill
Boy niggas run up, they say

ain't the shooter
(?)
Riding shotty in the chevy (?) know as a Krueger
Lyrical ruler (?)
You lukewarm, boy, go get you a cooler please
Your bitch

(LeeBoy on the track)

Shoot some, hit one (shoot some, hit some)
Kill one, beat one (kill some, beat one nigga)
Shoot some, hit one (shoot some,

gnarly
Got that cottonmouth so I'm sippin' on Starry
Only toke never snortin' on Charlie (nah)
(Aye, your turn Connor)

(Fire on that shit boy)
Freak in

the stretch long nose ready to blow
It's time to decongest i keep a pistol
I shoot you and the bitch eatin' witchu
You come out the mall
I'm hidin' under ya car

the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out

shoot you and your sis if you insist
I got my eyes on the sparrow
Silencer's so big it look like I got Bobby Shmurda tied to the front of the barrel

Cowboys

Fugees

Score: Bootleg Version [Video]

1996

Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot

Cowboys

Fugees

The Score

1996

Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your

instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get

Call that shit a eye for a eye, my nigga, by any means (sheesh)
Had extended clips before skinny jeans (yeah)
Now bow and arrows at cop cars with

Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she

Like Malcolm said it I gotta get it by any means
Coming from a place gunshots wake you up out your sleep
Trying to make it global its niggas dying

Oh
Money on my mind
Money, money on my mind
Throw it, throw it up
Watch it fall out from the sky
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out

Chorus :

Imma rappin' to the Mood,
I'm about to move your food.
hop out the coup
you gotta shoot
I'll be rocking by the hood

Let the mood swingin

And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell

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It's a bird, it's a plane
The sky's gonna fall
Psych! I'm Mary Poppins, y'all

Parachute

bait (plot)
Surprised, it came out a cake (surprised)
I put kids on the eyes of your bae (hey)
He made it to trial then flaked (flaked)
100K, he get

seein'
Dreams in they sleep but don't fall asleep
Don't go to sleep
You can get your cash on nigga if you peep
Other niggas close their eyes seein'
Dreams

Thought @ Work

The Roots

Phrenology [Clean]

2002

might spot your ride and dump on it

And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back

(workin' a fool, Dun Deal on the track)
I'm grippin' my tool (grippin')
Right when I dropped out of school (woo, woo)
And my dawg gon' shoot (baow, baow)