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tistraight to the bank. ar50cent. 50 Cent. Straight To The Bank. intro. when I\'m out in ny boys blunts and phillies. when I\'m out in LA boys wraps and swishes. bidge. now blow walk to this,now crip
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Grim-faced and forbidding,. Their faces closed tight,. An angular mass of New Yorkers. Pacing in rhythm,. Race the oncoming night,. They chase through the streets of Manhattan. Headfirst
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These are the blues. Nothing but blues. Oh, they say some people long ago. Were searching for a diffrent tune. One that they could croon. As only they can. They only had the rhythm. They started
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supports the status. You call your identity. . Chorus. . Working insanely to fulfil. Material slavery. Feeding the needs of your greed. By trying to buy your bliss. . Ownership of your property
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The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan,. He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow,. Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet,. To the rhythm that only he knows. And I've seen him in so many places
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fear. to hate . Silent, feel. the pain . Tear drops in. the flame . Sleepless through. the night . We slave. away . With Courage to Believe. be free . We will hold on. and see . Mother, your shame. hear
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under the cloudy moon. Feeling the rhythm, feeling the heat. No one can see all the tears I cried. Dancing alone, lost to the beat. . My heart is calling. Say you will answer me. Never again for
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buyin' all the books to learn the latest looks, yeah. What a way to wanna be We like to buy, we like to spend. To keep up with the latest trend. But we don't get no satisfaction. Living like a slave
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He looks in the mirror and flexes and shaves. And his mind says he's cut and he's tall and he's brave. He wears cologne to the spa and a tie to the store. And he laughs like a chump and he talks
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Long lost opinions. All the words you can't redeem. Don't come 'round here. And be a slave to old ideas Scream Hallelujah. If it's a thing that helps you breathe. Your iron rule has often had me
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street. I see people I won't ever meet. I think of her, take a breath. Feel the beat in the rhythm of my steps. And sometimes its a sad song. But I cannot forget. Refuse to regret. So glad I met you. Take
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to be a servant or a slave. Who can tell me the color of the rain?. In the world that we live in, the things said and done. They can well overrun. The power of one!. (solo guitar). No one was born to
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people just got to smile . Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while . Poor Boy twangs the rhythm out on his Kalamazoo . And Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo . Down on the corner out in
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I'd work for you, I'd even slave for you. I'd be a beggar or a knave for you. And if that isn't love it'll have to do. Until the real thing comes along I'd gladly move the earth for you. To prove
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