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underneath like any other day/
The truck slips off the lift onto his leg, screaming in pain/
His femur caught a clean break, leaving him lame/
They rush him
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
the window but I grab him and blind him
By slowly pushing my motherfucking fingers into his eyes
And it's finally time
I stab him in his thigh times nine
So he
exterminated
Torches lit, the room starts to glow
Twenty six eyes gazing at the prey
One by one they will mutilate him
With knives in hand they'll take
to the slaughter by men of his creed
Feather, feather, feather him
Feathers fall from Ikarian skies
Under his widespread wings
The loss of freedom takes yet another
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alright
Night time is the right time, we make love
Then it's his and my time, we take off
My baby takes the morning train, he works from nine till five
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
got no legs, they cut them off at the stomach
He's got mechanical legs, he spins webs
Plus he's well-respected by the hip-hop heads
Our mission is
shit! Think about just what you're doing!)
Play it off, play the cost like it's nothing
Take a loss, brush it off. (Once more!)
You can't clean up your
outta jail
I used to play baseball wid him
'Til he got large son bought a whale
As you're by the entrance
Guess it's real nigga night out
He moving
on the couch for him
If he need work I'm a hand it out for him
If he need a pistol I'm a hand it out for him
(Take it all you need me)
Yung Berg
got no sense
He too used to the penny pinching
Trying get him off that block
Get him bout business
Won't even take a minute for us to flood the city
smack the sense in him
Kept me fitted in HALFANDHALF
And hand me downs off the shelf
But he'd never give me nothing if I could get it myself
Get it down,
[Chorus:]
Just another day, selling ice cream in the bay
And fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
on my coattails.
Why are you doing this? It was our idea together, eh?
Yeah, okay. (Yeah, okay.)
We agreed to...to say that, but...
Ah, take off
bitch off the shelf
Trust not fake
Only real ones could tell
I get Pape
You can tell by my smell
I go ape
I could boom him to hell
I got faith
Take my
With that stick I getchu touched
Be patient catch him lackin
Up that bitch and buss him up
Get active on my feet ain't no drive by
Park the car runnin up
fault the dude
But the bitch still a red shit, he just keep a mouse katu
Line him up, one by one, you know I don't pick and choose
Pop off, hit him with
might find a bed?''
He just grinned and shook my hand, ''No'' was all he said
Take a load off, Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off, Fanny
And you
the holes in his chest had him nodding off
Drawin' chalk around his body I was goin off
Stayed to myself I ain't wanna talk
Walked down from the block were
the sinking and the plundering of ships on the Spanish Main.
The judge he found us guilty, we were condemned to die.
Oh young men, a warning by me take, lead
weight, got plenty
Him, got her, got more, got Benji, yeah
Top off, gettin' topped off in the city
Big Top Dawg and I dance on 'em like Diddy
Pop off and I
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