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Puttin' up With the Joneses

Spirit of the West

Hit Parade

1999

Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no no no
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no no no

Mr. Jones has a little problem
If I had eyes I'd see that it was me
He's the size

I'll seek solace in the sun
Don't I deserve to have some fun

Close your eyes and embrace the ride
And let yourself by mystified
Close your eyes

Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billers
(Yo, I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'? Keep your eyes open)
For

will happen in an instant[01:10.50]Suddenly all[01:12.65]All of your friends seem so boring[01:18.46]So close your eyes[01:20.53]Please do not

boy
Spot yo ass anywhere birds eye view boy
Trained by marines and the killas on the block too 
Learned how to hide my hands and throw a rock too
Had

fault it's P the exulted from NYC
You get extremely cut the fuck
Up by Scar thee
Who can't recognize? Do I have
To prove all the time?
And get up close

When morning comes
Let's forget it's ever dark
You hold me close
We go walking through the park

Bright dove-tipped trees
Urban arteries in bloom

provided to you by Latin Ambition Records, Crime Family Entertainment, Hi-Power Entertainment
PriceTag, Mr. Criminal, Mr. Capone-E
From the South to the West

So snuggle up, close your eyes and relax

He shoots he scores
The Beautiful Game forever

Dribbles is a Moshling, a football some might say
Though

In the dominion of Mr. Klein, keep your eye on the bottom line
In the dominion of Mr. Klein, keep your eye on the bottom line
Because a poor man need

This track goes out to any one who has a dream
Mr. Criminal had a dream
But it seem like no matter what
Something would always get in the way
You

their banking on Mr. Man
Cause they need resurrection
The name's JJ, not Evanescence
Get your friends, have a session, have a chat about life, reflection

eyes
He paid for your debt with a price
The blood of His Son
Who died in your place on a criminal's cross
He is the lamb
The lamb without blemish or spot

Nigga this is Death Row
Westside nigga fuck 'em all

Don't go to sleep
You can get your cash on nigga if you peep
Other niggas close their eyes

corrupt yourself

Think of Brent, your monkey eye
Handcuff yourself
Police will lock you up if you black and you know it
Police will gun you down if you

this
Cain and Abel, Jesus and Judas
Caesar and Brutus, I see intruders avert your eyes
I told you keep out of the hood, circumcise
How could you

Dance With Me /Peaches and Cream [Remix]

112

We Invented the Remix [Clean]

2002

I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that your feeling me
and I really want you to get close to me
so won't you dance with me, dance

a choice and throw the dice
Growing needs and dying lights
Trapped in a corner of your mind
Greed has made you close your eyes
Dr. Jekyll meets Mr. Hyde

lie for me to see just how you vibe
Drop a perfect pass and I can tell just by your eyes
When I get on top I’m taking me and all the guys
Nigga's really

all
Let's say you want me back
So close your eyes tonight
Yeah, I'm a criminal
An evil mastermind
If you're a criminal
Then steal my heart tonight
Yeah,

the phone up in his hand.

Each time the County Sheriff stopped by
A part of Mr. Jones would die
And from his eyes the tears began to run
And he began to pray

Mind of a Lunatic

Geto Boys

Uncut Dope: Geto Boys' Best

1992

sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles
Dreamin of the people I've dismantled
I close my eyes and in the circle 
Appears the images of sons

autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't

to me
Get away from me nigga, you standing too close, back up a couple feet
I dont know you nigga, you dont know me nigga, but your standing too close