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and the end
By his death and resurrection we have victory amen
By his death and resurrection we have victory amen
Roll that stone away for the King of Kings
Has

That's No Way to Get Along

Blind Lemon Jefferson

Prodigal Son

2003

Treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone
And that's no way for me to get along

You know, that was enough, mama
To make your son wished

Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like

Return of Theodore Unit

Wu-Tang Clan

Return of the Swarm, Vol. 5

2008

[Intro: (Trife Da God) Ghostface Killah]
(Uh what you got here, is your approach)
Your approach gotta more guerilla on 'em
KnowImean? Just to make it

close to home
While my daddy was a rolling stone
So I rock (So I rock) and I roll (And I roll)
And I rock
(And I rock) and I roll oh oh oh oh
So I rock

that your honor give a chance
Sons followin' the steps of fathers and
Fathers go to jail sons
Followin' behind 'em and
Sentence with no commas it's just

to jail or lose my career because of your opinion
Yeah, go ahead and stone me, point your finger at me (stone me, yeah, yeah)
Turn the world against me,

to be killed by the best in the land 
What an honor to be killed by the best in the land

Waves roll in as my accomplice rolls up
Reaches into his bag,

wealth, and even with good words

But if you turn away, then I fear for you the torment of a great day
To Allah is your return, and He is able to do all

I'ma need all that
This message was sent to me
What you call that
Roll up these demons, I'm smoking on opp pack
Load up your weapon, I ain't talking bout

me Mick Jagger 'cause I 'Roll a lot of stones'

It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones

Turnin' whores to carnivores, they just can't

Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)

Bruce Springsteen

12" Single Collection

1985

to be your lover, ain't no liar
Rosalita, you're my stone desire, alright

Now, I know your mama, she don't like me, 'cause I play in a rock and roll

Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)

Bruce Springsteen

The Wild, the Innocent & the E Street Shuffle

1973

to be your lover, ain't no liar
Rosalita, you're my stone desire, alright

Now, I know your mama, she don't like me, 'cause I play in a rock and roll

Wu-Gambinos

RZA

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

1995

untraceable
And they're explosive head bullets, your favorite

Come here, son
Come here, for a minute
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yo, send Bobby

Wu-Gambinos

RZA

Wu-Chronicles

1999

untraceable
And they're explosive head bullets, your favorite

Come here, son
Come here, for a minute
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yo, send Bobby

Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright

Right

Rosalita, you're my stone desire all right

Now, I know your mama
She don't like me cause I play
In a rock and roll band
And I know your daddy, he don't dig

That's No Way To Get Along

Robert Wilkins

Memphis Blues 1928-1935

1994

Treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone
And that's no way for me to get along

You know, that was enough, mama
To make your son wished

Only Time Will Tell

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

green
The black hearse roll through da ghetto streets
I made the sign of da cross, glad it ain't me
Not fearing death, just not ready yet
two stones

turning back like a bad cassette
It's funny how they take away our rights when we act correct
I could throw you a lung you still wouldn't catch your breath

Cuz I know no other
Zafra by blood
There's a boatload of us
Stay smooth, no cocoa butter
Smoking some shatter
That Stone Cold Stunna ey
Silently

cream

Me and Magoo, y'all realize we roll with CRU

All respect to, that's why your girl ain't lovin' you

We peep the card in the steez

We even got

and weaves
Through a dusty tide
But I know I'm not alone
As I sit here on this stone

Roll away the emptiness
And fill yourself with spirit
You're rolling

"You heathenish dog, nor yet for you."
"I'm weeping for me own little son;
Your blanket's too rough to roll him in,
Ever and alas, the day I rue
That