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the drug of choice
For each and every, generation
Alcohol
Fuelling ignorance, fuelling ignorance
And causing aggravation

Did you spill my pint
Did yer
I

me of my home

More than evil I'm not your friend
Fuck a curfew half past 10
Hothead shit transform like Ben
Blue lotus only smoking zen
Roll up paper

bro
That's your problem i just lucked up, got a
Whole 'nother pint of Wock'
I paid four dollars
Take an eight out, then hit it
Then sell a pint for four

manager my anger, everyone from my council estate's depressed
Foster kids gettin' fucking abused by their Guardian
Court drops the cases, picks up excuses

manager my anger, everyone from my council estate's depressed
Foster kids gettin' fucking abused by their Guardian
Court drops the cases, picks up excuses

manager my anger, everyone from my council estate's depressed
Foster kids gettin' fucking abused by their Guardian
Court drops the cases, picks up excuses

leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food

on stinging me
But if I'm left alone I let it hurt
You'd only make it worse

So pick your poison, pick your pain
And hate both choices either way
The less

up on the 1st (yeah)
Sippin’ out a half-pint
While I cook a half chirp (Drank)
You run off with that work
And your new car gon’ be a hearse
Sold

your poison 
Either way we die 
Gon and live your choices 

Pick your poison 
Either way we die 
Gon and live your choices 

Pick your poison 
Either way

of half pint thugs in the village
Model car, model wife, model village
Model far, model right, model village
I see a lot of gammon in the village
I

Hitting my line and these bitches be fessing me
Told me to pick and I can't make a choice 
Am I gonna fuck, am I gone ignore her 
I sent ya man on a trip

bring ointment, nigga
I'm lubricant slick, baby, I'm hornier than
The brass section of the band, you understand?
Pick your poison, it's your choice

much, I bring ointment nigga
I'm lubricant slick baby
I'm hornier than the brass section of the band, you understand?
Pick your poison, it's your

Like the one where she got off and left me there to cry
I got a half-pint of whiskey and a quarter-tank of gas
While lines in the mirror just can't hide

Cent
By the time your new recording is all complete
Odds are fifty-fifty, it's obsolete

Now there's a half-pint dude with a saxophone
Blowin'

Pick It Up

Redman

Muddy Waters

1996

find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it

Pick It Up

Redman

Survival of the Illest: Live from 125 NYC

1998

find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it

ba ba ba ba
Ayy, and them shots hit your block
Hit your block, yeah, yeah lawsy, pick up

Up in the trap where this shit don't stop
Gun down, pussy boy

live a half life
She cleans pus from her hard eye
Smiles in the mirror, decides
Her choice either disobey Dad and risk death
Or prison jailed in her own

What you like lil baby? What you need?
Turnt up off of weed
I done put the drank down
Mixed it with the beans get you half a 16
If she bad, yeah I'm

Byker Hill

Martin Carthy

Swarbrick

1976

Hey Ginny, come home to your little baby
Hey Ginny, come home to your little baby
Hey Ginny, come home to your little baby
With a pint of beer all under

Byker Hill

Dave Swarbrick

Swarbrick/Swarbrick II

1996

Hey Ginny, come home to your little baby
Hey Ginny, come home to your little baby
Hey Ginny, come home to your little baby
With a pint of beer all under

Now

Negativland

Guns

1992

Demark, the motorcade is coming by here, (oh,
No) just heard a call on the radio for all units along Industrial (oh, no)
To pick up the motorcade,