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of music make you into a whore
It's worldwide war
It's worldwide war
I followed the drinking gourd sitting on Whitehorse
Strange fruit to strange flesh

tragedy at war
Your friend’ll kill you; come to your funeral for support damn

Cry for me
Silly lil bitch would you die for me
Lately I been tryna make you

Da Repercussions

50 Cent

Power of the Dollar [Unreleased]

jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If ya'll niggas want war, I got the mack for that
Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that

Nigga

you insist it's my rep
John Cena, Trademarc, y'all are so-so
And talk about the bread you make but don't know the recipe for dough though
Aimin guns in

You lil n*****
You on’t really want no
Noise wit us
You o’nt want me
Have to go and call
My boys n****
You lil n*****
You on’t really want no war
Wit

the baddest I just love to watch her grow
War cry from the heavens just to get me what I'm owed
Have to give a war cry every time I make a song
Have to give

up
You don't gangbang by that gangway slang the same things but my niggas they the ones to spray it up
Yea uh huh swear a nigga don't want war with us

Do It Like A G.O.

Geto Boys

The Best of Geto Boys & Scarface

2008

end

Motherfuckin' black radio is being disowned
Not by the other race, but its own
A lot of bullshit records make hits
Because of who you know,

out of bed, you duck and cross by
you don’t wanna die, you stay …
so when the fire try to stay alive
but all you really can do it’s make it through

the only good consideration
For it paints the picture for your observation
And teaches your heart by the Lord's revelation

Make up your own mind and then

the days gone by
Thundering
We come from a house they make hunters in
So we just wait for the sound to hit
And mark the demons right under it
I don't think

amazin' (amazin'), sayin' "No; we ain't takin' no hostages” (no hostages) 
"This ain't a war on terror, it's a war on your era and no; we ain't takin' no

society makes feelings turn absurd
(Eye for war!)
Hatred piled, message flawed
(Eye for war!)
All I see
(Die for war!)
Choice of a fool
(Die for war

lord

Live by this, or die by the sword

[Chorus]

John Wayne killed a lot of gooks in the war

We don't give a fuck about John anymore

We all heard his

Singing ‘bout days gone by
Samuel and Margaret relaxed
Rose was next to arrive
	ROSE
(sighs) Being a captain's clerk is harder than I thought. I already

Without Michelangelo

Jen Foster

The Underdogs

2005

Words by Jen Foster & Kathy Scott
Music by Jen Foster

Black is only black until you light a candle
Stone is only stone until you take a hammer

to make my own way
I'm surrounded by more beef than ground round
It's prefound the way the devils venom get's around like gray hound
Fronting like they

Boom-boom-boom, no furnace
The sounds are made with
Dooo-dooo-dooo, the burner
My brother hangs in his
Room-room-room, makes certain
That John McClane knows he's

no more
Get the door and don't let it hit you
Where you were split by the good Lord
Done picked number three World War
Yah that living room floor
Is

bathe in cash
Make em mad
Take a slab
And turn it into paper tags
John Stockton with the rock
I orchestrate the play then pass
Get ya money why hate
Time

This is the dawning of the new day,
The wars are over.
This is the time,the perfect time,
For perfect harmony.

(Scatting by Scatman John)


Sing Now

planted where I stand for
Take a lot to understand war, this the shit a nigga plan for
This the life a nigga hand-picked, politics make a man sick
Grind

Spread Love

Mobb Deep

Murda Muzik

1999

thunder
Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother
It's fucked up that's how the ball bounce
The cookie crumbles
That's what the guns do dead you

same place where Busta from
How Imma tell the day ones imma owe them one

Obi wan manipulate the vital force
And then we meditate.
Sit by fire with