judge - You will be free My war is your war Yes, your head belongs to me Another dead nut Another soul to god Alles raus!!! Dancing in the slaughter house
judge You will be free My war is your war Yes, your head belongs to me Another dead nut! Another soul to God! Alles Raus! Dancing in the slaughter-house
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Then call, Maganoo, to see if he's got some indo Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, G G don't forget, to bring the house keys Hops in the eight
distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh house
[feat. Paul Cain] [Fabolous:] It goes however I wanted to These bitches never say can't I just call it angel, she look like heaven in pants Big house
on papyrus, readin the dial Look into the sky from the city beyond Countin to the nine cause the mission is on So now the lion connection, retrieves
school Just cause I sported corduroy britches, and Pro Wing shoes I use to have a lunch card, cause them times was hard Since the seven people living in one house
monopoly, always some shit in the block Cali building got naughty, knocked off Big Glock Had to call up Reese's, got guns to dock He done called his connect
the thug life, heartless and hopeless Laying low ducking the law, with long you lusting and acting douches I'm connected, my best friend use to be I-10 Until my out of town connect
to cross them lines So when I'm saying so you getting bumped off this time Fuck a throw away, I'm looking for the gun in your house To kill your family
[talking] 1,2,there's that nigga house right there 3 you see that nigga 4-*machine gun shooting* Yeah Ohhhh! I ride on my enemies-I ride on my enemies
Something beautiful happened in the church house But it didn't have to do with God! Something beautiful happened in the court house But it didn't have
This next one is dedicated to all the stoners in the house to the ones that smoke the weed hydroponic is on Mother nature supreme step back and dream
an ape nigga a gorilla in the mist I hold weight nigga my connect gots bricks I wear gold you wear platinum we still got the same cars Same house and
Well, this is my last connection, I been slowing up the line. Ain't no satisfaction in this troubled head of mine. Gotta get back to the highway,
what you love for who you love Or lose your girlfriend and groupie love Everywhere I go I get a group of hugs That's what happens when they need connections
