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with my true spit I'm locked and loaded I'm ready I'm heavy lyrics so steady this for the block Big homie bout To get it mayn It's time to get it my nigga
AND CLEAN BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND SLAUGHTERHOUSE! [Royce da 5'9] Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black
it was Clark Kent No time for the weak games the renegade freaks play Follow the rules, old school, fuck a cliche I'm to the point ain't no time to waste
bread 'Cause we've been misled for the longest Time to rise up and gather our strongest Brothers and sisters, Mrs. and Mr. He rose and she rose, we'
sonny, you're drunk! So whatchu tryin to tell me officer? You tryin to tell me that that machine, tell me I'm drunk man? Somethin wrong with that machine That machine
child hosing sims Put the heroin in Queens Put pops freeman on in the early seventies I sat in rooms with money machines Drugs sitting 3 feet off of
M, the N, the O, the P, the Q, the R, the S, the T, the U The V, W, X, Y, Z, it's bullshit to me Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
got strip, scars, and bars (Baby: They say Mac) Man I'ma whole lot richer since tha for life scence Went countin myself, to a money machine I'ma get till
and clean Back on the scene Crispy and Slaughterhouse! [Royce da 5'9:] Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black
spit I'm locked and loaded I'm ready I'm heavy lyrics so steady this for the block Big homie bout To get it mayn It's time to get it my nigga my villains
before my renewed onslaught! Bow to me in obeisance! [THE KING:] Never! For too long your diseased machinations have hung like a black pall over glorious
of God-King shall rule, When nine stars kiss the moon o'er Ultima Thule. Swathed in moon-frosts, in icy winds our blazon flying, Iron gleaming 'neath the stars, black
were sleeping the money died machines were harmless and the earth sighed through the wind you slept sound and gravity caught my love around the ocean rose
we keep it real Loc? Tryin not to spill no blood, if it's real show a nigga love, nigga. [Verse 1: Young Bleed] Nigga it burns for gold that rose before
the Mach 6 If the cat smell one time you're not the top chicks A guy like me rather smell Vicks Extra roses by the jacuzzi, when I wash your toes-es Your
m the n the o the p the q the r the s the t the u the v w, x, y, z, it's bullshit to me (LL Cool J) Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
child hosing sims Put the heroin in queens Put Pops Freeman on in the early seventies I sat in rooms with money machines Drugs sitting 3 feet off of the
