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. Swear to keep your mouth shut. . Ask yourself. Will I burn in Hell?. Then write it down. & cast it in the well. There they are. The mob it cries for blood. To twist and tale. Into fire wood. Fan
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grotesque. Silent and stern in the sweltering night,. The mob moves like demons possesed. Quiet in conscience, calm in their right,. Confident their ways are best. . The righteous rise. With burning
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the dead. Your idols burn in the fire. The mob comes crawling out (take us down and out). I'm reclaiming their minds. Destroying everyone. . There's no one here. And people everywhere, you're all
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the dead. Your idols burn in the fire. The mob comes crawling out (take us down and out). I'm reclaiming their minds. Destroying everyone. . There's no one here. And people everywhere, you're all
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I don't mean to make obscene. But even the mob, know what the hell I mean. The knot is tight, on my blindfold. I got my flesh full of blood, I hate rock 'n' roll. Some think too much, then come
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I don't mean to make obscene. But even the mob, know what the hell I mean. The knot is tight, on my blindfold. I got my flesh full of blood, I hate rock n roll. Some think too much, then come too
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I don't mean to make obscene. But even the mob, know what the hell I mean. The knot is tight, on my blindfold. I got my flesh full of blood, I hate rock n roll. Some think too much, then come too
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the loot. The mob wants to know the spot. They got the muscle in from Cleveland. The fire-power from Detroit. They missed me in New Jersey. Though things got pretty tight. Caught my scent in
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crying fields are frozen. By the silence of God. . If a man has got to listen. To the voices of the mob. Who are reeling in the throes. Of all the happiness they've got. When they tell you all their
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a man in the front row. Sent down by the mob with a gun. . For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat. 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but
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. . performed by Paulie Two Time. I'm Manhattan bound watch the cop on the beat. Let's have a sitdown kid on Mulberry Street. Talk is cheap like a parakeet. If you snitch on the racket yo the mob rolls deep
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phone calls to Brzil. And you borrowed money from the mob. And yesterday you lost your job. Well, these are the breaks. Break it up, break it up, break it up Throw your hands up in the sky. And wave
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Lench Mob is down to get em up. People think Ice Cube roll with the gangs. Cos I'm in a coupe de sittin on thangs. Ain't gotta tell me twice about the jack. See a got a 9 in my lap ta take care of
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wanna sell record you don't want warfare. You don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide. These niggaz would've died if they shot me nine times. Heyy it's juss for the best. Take this mob *
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a man in the front row. Sent down by the mob with a gun. For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat. 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but dive
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. You can run, you can hide. Girl I know I'll never find someone like you. . And I owe you like the rain owes dirt. And I owe you like the love owes hurt. Heart's like the mob. And I'm willing to
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hit like Hesbollah. 7 years later, it's the year of the Gods. United States government is just the facade. The Catholic church got ties with the Mob. I see it all like "The Wizard of Oz". Now
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Bài hát Seven Nation Army (Glitch Mob Remix) - The Glitch Mob. I'm gonna fight 'em all. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back. They're gonna rip it off. Taking their time right behind my back
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ran to the man who had led her so far astray,. And from under her velvet gown,. She drew a gun and shot her love down, madam,. Miss otis regrets, she's unable to lunch today. . When the mob came
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draw chứng nào tật nấy (Thành thật). Flow của anh bị đun quá lửa. Yeah 115. Thấy trên tay lấp lánh 24 con số 247. Sáng lên trong đêm tối, anh em lên phố trên đôi Jordan. Mobbing with the mob để lấy những
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cuộc chơi. Baby follow my flow. Thấy trên tay lấp lánh 24 con số 24/7. Sáng lên trong đêm tối. Anh em lên phố trên đôi Jordan. Mobbing with the mob. Để lấy những thứ anh em tao cần. Rapital with the
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and all these places. Caught her starin' at the ice in my ear. She almost fainted when she saw these glaciers Feel the words when I spit 'em in the mic. First I gotta get up with the mob in the light
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slobs. Vigilante of rap so to hell with the mob. Don't run from the cops, making suckers jock. And I'm only 18 making more than your pops Tormentor of toys and boyscout boys. And I dare any critic to
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It's ya boy Chevy P, babe. Listen I remember as a kid back, in the days. I got picked on, kicked at, * on, spit at. Get gone, get back, gone smoke, get away. Havin' a dark pigmentation was