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| copyright law, statement, arts, 200, music cd, marketing, jack straw., thestranger, entertainment, tag, wa, savage love, drunk, indie, mother son., discussion, armageddon, mom son., brock lesnar, best, t shirt, open, | so ball it Where ya run at? Da Three Six gun that, all bitches t shirt hell about the cheap Hangin low and standin' hi, stayin' hi, on the mutha fuckin street [Crunchy Black] Should I let a nigga live? Should I let a nigga die? I should watch a nigga cry While I sing dem lullaby As da tears hit the floor Dealin' shit, t shirt hell how not a roar? Crunchy Black is not a whore And Raven Red and t shirt hell heavens door As I soar through yo life You be beggin' for some Christ Aint no mutha fuckin' Christ All I wanna see is die [Juicy J] Yo sleep at night, we coming through yo mutha fuckin' window pane Make sure at night, you shut it tight so the killer wont split ya brain Don't make a move in ya room you better believe it's a big surprise Nuttin but them two like a glock boy a sick infrared between ya eyes Tie that bitch up wit the gray tape, rest of the body wrap it up wit a belt Chop, chop, chop, cut the dead body up till ya know theres nothing left Please stay sleep! [Hook] [ www.azlyrics.com |
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| Smokin' out, cuz I need to get high before I go on my mission My profit soldiers call me all about this thing called pimpin' So listen nigga before you think you got a convict (bitch) You got a steaming matter lil' boy armageddon that want the lifestyle of rich [Hook:] Sleep baby sleep Princes is all I dream Beware of armageddon this cloud, cuz it is just too deep Sleep baby sleep [DJ Paul] We pimpin up on these hoes wit the Mack-10 The Mack-12 hit 'em wit armageddon the Mack-11 Catch ya slippin at the 7-11 Put the swords in the back of his cap, send him straight to heaven 7 Lily villains? couldn't stop these hits certainly when ya fuck around wit da Three Six Mafia on top a ya Game, really gotta wake 'em up wit the piggy bank Really tho, sissy hoe, we up in ya house Boo under da bed, Crunchy behind da couch Get 'em up wit galled off Wit da mother fucking shit we talkin' about Thug'd out, drugged out, already Get 'em in they mother fucking sleep like Freddy Split it, doin' it, them mutha fuckin niggas doin' it Pourin' it, the mutha fuckin Posse bitch While you thinking we slackin' up, we jackin' up yo fuckin shit Enemies from day one, but today sons, don't last, |
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