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They Ain't Ready

Ruff Ryders

Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the "R" We Trust [Clean]

2001

I'll make ya head hurt
When the hawk take the day off
I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin'

the time
Gettin you off of my mind
Got all my boys by my side
I know they in for the ride
Like a crow Imma fly
I guess it's my time to shine
I told her I was

a little out for the greats who passed
They wave the flag, I blaze the track
So dope, you would think it's laced with crack
They'll replace you fast, gotta

We run this, run this, run this
We run this city, city
We'll wear you down, down
Until you're weak and weary, weary
We got it all
But we gon' take

Big Gangsta

C-BO

'Til My Casket Drops

1998

the rumble, this sound is terrifyin' 
You're hearin' death callin', now you're scared to die 
Prepare for the annihilation of player-hation 
You're calicos

Mr Brown

Bob Marley

Most Famous Hits [Box]

2003

to Slygoville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
I wanna know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by

Crying for yo momma knowing you about to be taken out
Pull up by the riverbed
Then cut the lights
Disposable gloves
And a bike kit right
Deep breaths
This

Crow a little bit louder
Pure spite
The only background noise at the prize fight
While the ring is surrounded
By the ghosts of boundaries past
Feel

P-phone
I gotta be slamming, gotta be coming
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalming
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent

P-phone
I gotta be slamming, gotta be coming
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalming
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent

him for his five, watch forty bullets shoot at you
Forty, Jay Cee, Jelly man, we all cooking in the booth
Michael Jackson when I'm stepping, Michael

I poured that bourbon in the glass
Sat down in the chair there by the front door
Where I watched you walk away there with my heart
And all I've

in bourbon 
I'm still searching

It's too late to trust
Do we have what it takes
You loved and you lost
I made my mistakes

Can we make it out
I hate

My Friend

Jimi Hendrix

First Rays of the New Rising Sun

1997

to say

Well I'm riding through L.A ha
On a bicycle built for fools 
And I seen one of my old buddies
And he say "you don't look the way you usually

every where you go?
Put a bullet in your radio 
Hypnotized by the things you see?
Put a bullet in your TV screen 
Whatever happened to music that had

well you're gonna have to take it from me
If you want it, well it's all for sale
Never gonna give it for free
If you want it
If you want it, well

with no weed
Just ideas and seeds
To be planted
Don't take this shit for granted
I lost sis now I'm screaming god damnit
Still stashed away
Hiding up in

you're holdin' a grudge
Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load
And the slug check ya low when I bust
Come to show you no love
Uh, fuck with me

One Blue Sky

Sugarland

Enjoy the Ride

2006

can't even drink it
Well, maybe by Christmas they'll dig up the roads
Take whatever you can, girl
Leave the rest for the crows
Leave the rest for

you
My feelings grew
More for you
Feels like I'm
Getting carried away
I'm falling hard
Hard for you
You're everything
A man should value
You treat me

Mr. Brown

Bob Marley

The Collection [1996 Madacy]

1994

controlled by remote?
Oh, Calling duppy conqueror
I'm the ghost catcher
This is your chance, oh big, big Bill bull-bucka
Take your chance, prove yourself,

Yeah that's right
Let the BandPlay

Let's take it back to my roots
Blue collar workin' in boots
I break my neck for a check
I broke my back for

People mislead me, misjudge me, so I think Ill take this world

Demons in the night, they may bite, don't you temp me ho
Bullets take a flight, if you

the jagged horizon

I can't tell you no
I'll be the carrion
To your crow

Buried in the dry husks
Of promises I've neglected
When I look in the mirror
I don't