Live By Yo Rep
-this is ??? shalonda, bone magazine, here interviewing...
-three 6 mafia
-from memphis, who has a unique quality of rap style, what would you do if
Someone tried to duplicate your ideas?
[lord infamous]
Lord infamous takin 1000 of razor blades
And i be pressin them into the flesh
Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire
And soakin it down in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoalin the muscle tissue
And sendin what's left in the mail to mammy
Cause i think she just might miss you
But first, i want to slowly pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead friends
I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because i am moderately in to photography
Following through the autopsy
No love for them bustas so just pour some acid all over them, too
That's what i would do, skinny pimp what would you do?
[skinny pimp]
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin the ak to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed
I'm leavin no trace of the evidence
Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, i placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it's strange
Cause i murdered a victim, the devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
In the casket i leave you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid move
Then ya bleed
Bustin 17, please don't scream, don't run
Either long range street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When i'm full of yak, ain't no clue
In 2 deep, you sneak, we creep, juiceman, what would you do?
[juicy j]
First the juice look in the white pages for this trick
Mafia-style fool cause you don't know who ya messin with
Caught him slippin in his home, minimum breathin on the phone
Warnin sign to let you know i'm comin so you better be gone
Wether ya run i be stoppin ya, with the 2 9s i be poppin ya
Witness a killa from north memphis of the three 6 mafia
2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas at yo back door
His broad peeked through the curtains
And saw them gats pointed at the window
Nothin but destruction after we touched em
Man i thought you knew
That's what i would do, gangsta boo what would you do?
[gangsta boo]
Think about a master plan on how to buck them bustas dead
Gangsta boo this pimin playa comin with the livin dead
Yes i'm so so crazy
So so wild i be like puttin blood on you trick
Torture your body with nothin but fire
Then i calmly shoot you quick
Blast you in yo head make sure you dead
Cause i don't want you to live
My words of wisdom:
The weaker the victim the bigger the thrill is
The three 6 mafia do not feel sorry and that's how the story goes
We full of them leaves so we proceed to take all of your soul
It's not a problem when i be buckin them suckas
I do it smooth
That's what this lady boo would do, now paul what would you do?
[d.j. paul]
First i hit up crunchy, and i get full of that holy smoke
The devil's already up in a killa
So i feel i have not to go too far to loc
This time you crossed the wrong click
Beware your murder's all on my mind
Plus satan's inside
Movin my hand a little closer to this plastic 9
Burnin from the angle, my glock knows more
Every blink of the eye
But before it's all gone, bone, quickly i'm stickin them ?loogers?
To watch you die
Dropped ya to your knees, now it's time for you to bless
Man, i be dj paul, da killaman, with a fist full of fire
Punch a hole straight through yo chest
So bustas hear me close, you stole some styles and dis that's cool
But steppin up to the bloody glock 9 millimeter
Three 6 dang fools, ain't fools the best, what would you do?
Chorus (4x): bone,live by yo rep cause we know you bound to slip
When we blast with that mask we gon empty this clip
[lord infamous]
See we can't tolerate no sissy that is layzie
Broke out the blender and i made some krayzie gravy
It's eazy, and when it was time to get bizzy
Don't break, you can wish, but you can't escape
Because we crave dead flesh
Three 6 tricks, easily you can be next
-yeah, the three 6 mafia, straight outta memphis, breakin these bones like it
Ain't sh*t, for the 9 nickel, triyaaaaaack!
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Live By Yo Rep
-this is ??? shalonda, bone magazine, here interviewing...
-three 6 mafia
-from memphis, who has a unique quality of rap style, what would you do if
Someone tried to duplicate your ideas?
[lord infamous]
Lord infamous takin 1000 of razor blades
And i be pressin them into the flesh
Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire
And soakin it down in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoalin the muscle tissue
And sendin what's left in the mail to mammy
Cause i think she just might miss you
But first, i want to slowly pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead friends
I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because i am moderately in to photography
Following through the autopsy
No love for them bustas so just pour some acid all over them, too
That's what i would do, skinny pimp what would you do?
[skinny pimp]
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin the ak to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed
I'm leavin no trace of the evidence
Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, i placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it's strange
Cause i murdered a victim, the devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
In the casket i leave you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid move
Then ya bleed
Bustin 17, please don't scream, don't run
Either long range street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When i'm full of yak, ain't no clue
In 2 deep, you sneak, we creep, juiceman, what would you do?
[juicy j]
First the juice look in the white pages for this trick
Mafia-style fool cause you don't know who ya messin with
Caught him slippin in his home, minimum breathin on the phone
Warnin sign to let you know i'm comin so you better be gone
Wether ya run i be stoppin ya, with the 2 9s i be poppin ya
Witness a killa from north memphis of the three 6 mafia
2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas at yo back door
His broad peeked through the curtains
And saw them gats pointed at the window
Nothin but destruction after we touched em
Man i thought you knew
That's what i would do, gangsta boo what would you do?
[gangsta boo]
Think about a master plan on how to buck them bustas dead
Gangsta boo this pimin playa comin with the livin dead
Yes i'm so so crazy
So so wild i be like puttin blood on you trick
Torture your body with nothin but fire
Then i calmly shoot you quick
Blast you in yo head make sure you dead
Cause i don't want you to live
My words of wisdom:
The weaker the victim the bigger the thrill is
The three 6 mafia do not feel sorry and that's how the story goes
We full of them leaves so we proceed to take all of your soul
It's not a problem when i be buckin them suckas
I do it smooth
That's what this lady boo would do, now paul what would you do?
[d.j. paul]
First i hit up crunchy, and i get full of that holy smoke
The devil's already up in a killa
So i feel i have not to go too far to loc
This time you crossed the wrong click
Beware your murder's all on my mind
Plus satan's inside
Movin my hand a little closer to this plastic 9
Burnin from the angle, my glock knows more
Every blink of the eye
But before it's all gone, bone, quickly i'm stickin them ?loogers?
To watch you die
Dropped ya to your knees, now it's time for you to bless
Man, i be dj paul, da killaman, with a fist full of fire
Punch a hole straight through yo chest
So bustas hear me close, you stole some styles and dis that's cool
But steppin up to the bloody glock 9 millimeter
Three 6 dang fools, ain't fools the best, what would you do?
Chorus (4x): bone,live by yo rep cause we know you bound to slip
When we blast with that mask we gon empty this clip
[lord infamous]
See we can't tolerate no sissy that is layzie
Broke out the blender and i made some krayzie gravy
It's eazy, and when it was time to get bizzy
Don't break, you can wish, but you can't escape
Because we crave dead flesh
Three 6 tricks, easily you can be next
-yeah, the three 6 mafia, straight outta memphis, breakin these bones like it
Ain't sh*t, for the 9 nickel, triyaaaaaack!
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Tear Da Club Up 97
Intro: three six mafia (repeat 7x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[dj paul]
This for all you playa haters who be talkin that...(ha ha)
The three six show no love, put some hurt on a trick
Im bustin through the crowd, wild, with my hand on a cannon
Be like quick to put two up in ya like who mana standin
I be the last man, blast man
If you think you fast man, headlines
Three left em up in a cast man
When I look into your eyes I see a coward
Face to face I hit ya
Three six mafiad rather die than
[lord infamous]
Lord, hittin, here comes the two to the three and four
Three six mafia I want ya to wreck it all over the club floor
Blowin and throwin your sets in the air
Ya bumpin them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin there actin like you wonder where
It aint said we the hardest,
And you cant rock it like three six mafia can
All up in a trance in the prophecy van
We gonna tear the club up, get it bucked till it dont eelin me
(.....? ? .....)
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat 8x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[juicy j]
We tearin the club up, gettin buck
Haters try to call it rough
They better call security, bring them straight jackets and handcuffs
Aint takin it, aint takin it
The clutches I be breakin it
And rippin off the bosses and tossin them to the floor, bricks
Going through the window, got that thing at your temple
When they bust, keep it trust, and we aint talkin bout bustin pimples
Haters cant get with the mafia click, them fools aint buck enough
We gonna get the dynamite trick, and blow the club up
[gangsta boo]
Crazy lady comin at you, you cant fade me trick
I bet you bet you bottom dollar make you holla
When my soldiers get ya, I dont like that violence stuff
But I believe in gettin buck
If you with me, let me see you tear da, tear da club up
Mafia, mafi-mafia, wont stop with it though
Hypnotizing minds, we got you blind and you cant hear me though
Come and get it while you can trick, before its all gone
Goin once, goin twice, oh my God it just went gone
[crunchy black]
Oh, oh, oh, get buck, get wild
Lets tear this house right down
Lets tear da club up thugs
Lets do that stuff right now
No disrespect to the clubs, dont want none of that
But you got the three six mafia up in your house and
And we came to break the law, tear da club up
Ashes to ashes no dust to dust
And you cant trust three six mafia when we tearin that club up
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat 2x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[koopsta knicca]
Hypnotize I dont think they high enough
See I thought I told you to get buck and tear da club up
Do it like a lunatic since you down with the prophet click
Now can I blaze it kick it tell me can I kick it man
Since uh, (? ? ) days gone, get hypnotized
Lets start a riot in the club, lets get wild tonight
One little, two little, three triple six members
Four little, five little, six triple six members
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat to fade)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Da Summa
[lord infamous] intro
Uh- uhh, the three 6 mafia.
Loungin in the studio.
Finna give yall a little demonstration
Of how we kick it here in the m-town
Finna drop somethin like this......
[dj paul]
See in memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back
In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, Im blowin the pack
Hittin the park about three, sometimes a little later
The last day of the week and they couldnt any greater
They leavin the park and hittin the south park strip. ride
The south gatin skatin ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin our underground rap tapes
Paul and juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldnt wait
We back at the crib sweatin into the room
W-30s as (? ) in every scenes we use
Straight from the 4 track, two and simple cassette
Thats through a pimpstas mode.
Now its time to hit the stereos stores and collect
We at the club fridays and saturdays special request made
Me and juice man hit the tables, scooped the scarecrow off the stage
Bangin so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight
They usually made us close up early that night, in da summa. in da summa
(chorus)
Pimpin my grooves, we got to ride
Ridin through the door with my homies gettin smoked out. in da summa.(4x)
[koopsta knicca]
Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog
Me, scarecrow, crunchy, skinny g, and all my bothaz call
Fly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin blunts
Black glocks thats in the ride fiendin for a homicide
Some tanqueray grab my yey mess with little (? )
Thats how we always did it since I was a troubled kid
But we dont stop cuz our heart is pumpin blood like thunder
No man up in the trauma, head is broken in da summa
[lord infamous]
Some of the scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me ease
Until the night fall breeze
Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets
Grab my uzi up indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze
Dont want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt
And my automatic gats in case I had to dig up a plot of dirt
Then hit paul up on his home
Tell him to bring his slow ass on
So we can hit the honey comb before the ganjas gone, da summa
(chorus 4x)
[juicy j]
Pass to little j, koop. then lets take a ride and shoot
To the high school, north side where the playaz rule
Im scopin all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch.
Can I get ya numba
[gangsta boo] I gotta man
[juicy j]
Well Im a holla trick
Ballin down violent time, one time on my mind
If they pull me over I be hopin they dont find the nine
Made enough from evergreen to holla at blac and cam
Chiefin on the blunts in the alley slangin balla, yeah
Couldnt forget my roadie big kurt, swally, and dion
Project pat and the (? ) shootin teflon
Just a few homies who I grew up in the hood with me
And the ones in orange blossom (? ) university. yeah
Its gettin late and Im ballin down elvis street
Blowin my horn tryin to get this girl attention in front of me
Cuz everyday Im out there tryin to get a freak number
Thats how the juice is....in da summa
(chorus 4x)
[dj paul] outro
Thats how we do it
So thats how it is
The three 6 mafia in the house for the 95
Straight from the m-town the juice, dj paul, lord infamous the scarecrow
The koopsta knicca, and crunchy black
We out
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Da Summa
[lord infamous] intro
Uh- uhh, the three 6 mafia.
Loungin in the studio.
Finna give yall a little demonstration
Of how we kick it here in the m-town
Finna drop somethin like this......
[dj paul]
See in memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back
In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, Im blowin the pack
Hittin the park about three, sometimes a little later
The last day of the week and they couldnt any greater
They leavin the park and hittin the south park strip. ride
The south gatin skatin ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin our underground rap tapes
Paul and juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldnt wait
We back at the crib sweatin into the room
W-30s as (? ) in every scenes we use
Straight from the 4 track, two and simple cassette
Thats through a pimpstas mode.
Now its time to hit the stereos stores and collect
We at the club fridays and saturdays special request made
Me and juice man hit the tables, scooped the scarecrow off the stage
Bangin so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight
They usually made us close up early that night, in da summa. in da summa
(chorus)
Pimpin my grooves, we got to ride
Ridin through the door with my homies gettin smoked out. in da summa.(4x)
[koopsta knicca]
Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog
Me, scarecrow, crunchy, skinny g, and all my bothaz call
Fly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin blunts
Black glocks thats in the ride fiendin for a homicide
Some tanqueray grab my yey mess with little (? )
Thats how we always did it since I was a troubled kid
But we dont stop cuz our heart is pumpin blood like thunder
No man up in the trauma, head is broken in da summa
[lord infamous]
Some of the scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me ease
Until the night fall breeze
Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets
Grab my uzi up indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze
Dont want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt
And my automatic gats in case I had to dig up a plot of dirt
Then hit paul up on his home
Tell him to bring his slow ass on
So we can hit the honey comb before the ganjas gone, da summa
(chorus 4x)
[juicy j]
Pass to little j, koop. then lets take a ride and shoot
To the high school, north side where the playaz rule
Im scopin all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch.
Can I get ya numba
[gangsta boo] I gotta man
[juicy j]
Well Im a holla trick
Ballin down violent time, one time on my mind
If they pull me over I be hopin they dont find the nine
Made enough from evergreen to holla at blac and cam
Chiefin on the blunts in the alley slangin balla, yeah
Couldnt forget my roadie big kurt, swally, and dion
Project pat and the (? ) shootin teflon
Just a few homies who I grew up in the hood with me
And the ones in orange blossom (? ) university. yeah
Its gettin late and Im ballin down elvis street
Blowin my horn tryin to get this girl attention in front of me
Cuz everyday Im out there tryin to get a freak number
Thats how the juice is....in da summa
(chorus 4x)
[dj paul] outro
Thats how we do it
So thats how it is
The three 6 mafia in the house for the 95
Straight from the m-town the juice, dj paul, lord infamous the scarecrow
The koopsta knicca, and crunchy black
We out
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Late Nite Tip
(lord infamous)
Let me just take you somewhere secret
Gonna cut out of the lights down dim, forget all
About your world
We gonna just flow wit what we feel lets share a
Few private thoughts, Im not just
Out for your sex, let me simp-lify
The things in life that
You find complex, forget what
You heard bout me cause your a
Scarecrow groupie but theres no
Pressure on you cause you know
What you must do
Check this out
Lets have a drink
And I give
You time to think
Let me puff
This buddah blunt and cut on
This porno bunk here come lounge
Here by my side tonight your
My devils bride and theres a
Freek deep inside have no shame
No need to hide why do you
Keep on blushing get it all
Like thugsta she she must be
Kinda tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy now I got
Her on all fours, bout to break
Down the headboard crash this broad
On through the wall now she howlin like a dog swept poor
We hit the floor and dont quit
Another one ripped
Its just another victim of lord infamous late nite tip
Chorus x2
Im not the type that get involved in long relationships (why)
Takin trips and buyin gifts
Im sorry im not on that tip (what)
If you want romance
You should just stick who you already with (ok)
If you in that mood you can just hit me on that late nite tip (ooh)
(dj paul)
I done seen
Some funny shh since I got in this game
They wants my crib they wants my kisses, all I done gots my fame
I never recall you askin your last boyfriend for nathin
But now they be purple on gold
Got ya aggrivatin
(I need a coach bag)
I cant be even doin it
(I need my hair done)
Me too, I aint got nothin to do with it
Ive been through with it
You and the since the first time you ask and might I add
Playas like me cant be savin your ass
(gangsta boo)
I aint with that nonsense
Or that lovey dovey mess
Feelin kind of huh
I call and all I want is sex
Slip on victoria secrets hit the liqour store before it close
Call chris so I cant get somethin white to go get up my
Now Im feelin fine
Nothin but sex is on my mind
If you cannot please me boy
Then please dont waste all of my time
Got you caught up in the mist
Mystic girl from triple
Late nite tip is all we have
Its payin so trick thats it
Chorus x2
(juicy j)
I cant understand why these boss be trippin
Cant stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Ballin in my lexus dropped low to the ground
Just a young playa tryin put my bid in
Freeks wanna trick that be constantly payin
Not a ghetto thug that be constantly layin
Rainbow inn or da summer motel
Oh well thats where the juice man stayin
Gotta have a lady that wanna do what I do
Likes skippinwork or love cuttin high school
Servin all the playas in the three 6 mafia
Camcorder on skinny dippin in the swimmin pool
Never try to argue
Bother you or fight
Kill a pack of jimmy hand strapped pen real tight
Fillin alazey all tall and a budlight
Just for your freeks on a moon lite late nite
(koopsta knicca)
Tell me three 6 whose that bumpin that music
Hypnotizin koop
I tell you who
Im bout to lose it
Could it be that late night crew tight
Just inside the party
Always kind of lonely
Someone want me, hold me, I say
Come here come near come hear
The koopsta cryin tears
I cant think positive
When no one cares of how I feel
Relax my mind so tired that I even try to find
I cannot lie though I can ride high late night
Chorus...till fade
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Late Nite Tip
(lord infamous)
Let me just take you somewhere secret
Gonna cut out of the lights down dim, forget all
About your world
We gonna just flow wit what we feel lets share a
Few private thoughts, Im not just
Out for your sex, let me simp-lify
The things in life that
You find complex, forget what
You heard bout me cause your a
Scarecrow groupie but theres no
Pressure on you cause you know
What you must do
Check this out
Lets have a drink
And I give
You time to think
Let me puff
This buddah blunt and cut on
This porno bunk here come lounge
Here by my side tonight your
My devils bride and theres a
Freek deep inside have no shame
No need to hide why do you
Keep on blushing get it all
Like thugsta she she must be
Kinda tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy now I got
Her on all fours, bout to break
Down the headboard crash this broad
On through the wall now she howlin like a dog swept poor
We hit the floor and dont quit
Another one ripped
Its just another victim of lord infamous late nite tip
Chorus x2
Im not the type that get involved in long relationships (why)
Takin trips and buyin gifts
Im sorry im not on that tip (what)
If you want romance
You should just stick who you already with (ok)
If you in that mood you can just hit me on that late nite tip (ooh)
(dj paul)
I done seen
Some funny shh since I got in this game
They wants my crib they wants my kisses, all I done gots my fame
I never recall you askin your last boyfriend for nathin
But now they be purple on gold
Got ya aggrivatin
(I need a coach bag)
I cant be even doin it
(I need my hair done)
Me too, I aint got nothin to do with it
Ive been through with it
You and the since the first time you ask and might I add
Playas like me cant be savin your ass
(gangsta boo)
I aint with that nonsense
Or that lovey dovey mess
Feelin kind of huh
I call and all I want is sex
Slip on victoria secrets hit the liqour store before it close
Call chris so I cant get somethin white to go get up my
Now Im feelin fine
Nothin but sex is on my mind
If you cannot please me boy
Then please dont waste all of my time
Got you caught up in the mist
Mystic girl from triple
Late nite tip is all we have
Its payin so trick thats it
Chorus x2
(juicy j)
I cant understand why these boss be trippin
Cant stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Ballin in my lexus dropped low to the ground
Just a young playa tryin put my bid in
Freeks wanna trick that be constantly payin
Not a ghetto thug that be constantly layin
Rainbow inn or da summer motel
Oh well thats where the juice man stayin
Gotta have a lady that wanna do what I do
Likes skippinwork or love cuttin high school
Servin all the playas in the three 6 mafia
Camcorder on skinny dippin in the swimmin pool
Never try to argue
Bother you or fight
Kill a pack of jimmy hand strapped pen real tight
Fillin alazey all tall and a budlight
Just for your freeks on a moon lite late nite
(koopsta knicca)
Tell me three 6 whose that bumpin that music
Hypnotizin koop
I tell you who
Im bout to lose it
Could it be that late night crew tight
Just inside the party
Always kind of lonely
Someone want me, hold me, I say
Come here come near come hear
The koopsta cryin tears
I cant think positive
When no one cares of how I feel
Relax my mind so tired that I even try to find
I cannot lie though I can ride high late night
Chorus...till fade
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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How Im Comin
Boom bash, wake up, I set it off right
Look around and turn your wet dream to fright night
You can call me r&b homeys, which stands for rough brother
Word to my grandmother
I buck you in the head just to let ya know
Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo
Drag it out of ya, bring it on
I smack him back down, yo dope word is bond
I know you want a piece of the champ
But you roll too weak, you couldnt make it in my camp
You thought I went for the flip
But Im bustin off hip-hop clip after clip
I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear
Jump inside your video, bust you with a chair
Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
Just to make it worse and hurt your pride Ill run it back
Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
Click click boom, stop dead in your tracks
Stick the steel in your mouth
Buck buck buck buck buck, lights out
[chorus]
(Im comin)
How ya comin baby?
(Im comin)
This is how Im comin
The album that Im comin with is rough, the flavors mean
(ooooh) kickin you for real in the guillatine
Fourteen shots to your dome kid
Im doin time in the game like a bid
Movin rhymes like a package
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged
Shootin, lickin, bustin, sprayin, all of that
And then some, dead dead dead, one by one
Never step to a real man
cause your rhymes only work on a playground program
They impress your little friends, bring you a little ends
But you still you gotta ride in your mans benz
Word to hip-hop, Im a blast ya
Gotta set you on fire cause I gassed ya
Boom, blow, batman, bang, pow
Unh (what) unh (what), thats the way its goin down
My new album aint no joke
You wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
Ill never slack again, Im off the job like the mob
Hey, no prob, many solved, on the knob, make em soft drob
What you gotta deal with is real, made of steel
You can feel it comin, burnin, buildin, flowin like an eel
Movin, killin, breakin, servin you just like a meal
Take off your clothes and taste the steel
[chorus]
Check baby
Rockabye baby on the roof top
Open up your mouth and taste my gallot
When your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall
Down will come the monkey, bannana clip and all
Splat (buck buck buck) its all over wit
Another plan o.d.ed over my war hit
The way Im workin and jerkin and hurtin brothers converted
Non-beleivers get murdered, cause I waffle birded
Get your face out the bill, catch the thrill
Carry a nine put your hootchies on the bill
The thought of you gettin scared turns me on
Like my first telivision with my backup tip hard
So wheres your mouth kid? wheres your heart shorty?
Its all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty
You look thirsty, you aint gettin no mercy mercy
And aint no way that you can rehearse for me
Murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure
Its in my tote, its in my tote, so I pull the trigger
Put up your women, your crib, your speakers
Your dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers
Your sister, your aunt, your crew, your knicks
Got em booin all you mother rappers who think thats too tough
Bam bam, heres a hit you wish you had
A hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad
Dead dead dead, kill dead, kill dead
Try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head
I pull your file, click
I know youre good to style, blow
Livin wild, when its come to this I never smile
What did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on your best behavior
Its never endin and I am recommendin
You put your name as brendan
I see yall that is blendin
The message that Im sendin
Is there aint no pretendin
Get in the trunk, buy the album, here Im endin
This is how Im comin
How ya comin baby?
song performed by by LL Cool J
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Clear Da Set
Lil wayne:
Clear da set nigga
(what) (what) (what) (what)
(verse 1)
See I be ridin on the prime in the lex bubble
Ready to come out the truck and make yo chest buckle
When I come I lay the sprays wit ks by the truck load
Shouldve got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was on the block with shot gunz
But when I finished, made it look like yall had pop gunz
Dressed in black...long hair...long gaks...lights off no stunn
Pack to the back, no mask, Im thuggin
(what!)what u wan do, if yo ribs dont bust it
Then 20 mo niggas follow in hummers, so aint nothin
(look!)17 ward is where I grew up at
So where a busta nigga standin is where he blew up at
I blew up that cmb so respect my peeps
Or else you want yo life to be all over the streets
Now watch me the younger soldier bring u closer to death
A little more than you expect nigga...i clear da set
Chorus:
You know they say lil wayne dem hotboy he will bust dem heads
Him calls on his gun and all dem bloody bodies dead
Dem...dem...really shouldnt try lil wayne cuz he will play with ks
And will bust a nigga wide open and put his brain on his plate
Now watch a nigga neighborhood (phhhh!!!) go up in flames
They...they all got burnt, couldnt cant stand the heat
I bet none of them (? ) jackers aint gone test lil wayne
Cuz i...i clear the set messin wit me
(verse 2)
I find a nigga where he stay
Cock my iron release and spray
We gone ride or we gone play
Its on my mind nigga anyday
Make you die where you lay
Try me and see what shakes
Why nigga I aint fake
Bahdi bye bye now apply away
With them blood claw...lawd(lord)
The m-o-b will break them nuts off...lawd
The must really think this is checkers boy...but why
But to be this hot when u play wit a peppa boy...now cry
Look...look...i dont mean no harm
But u might think Im wrong
But if u play with me and my click, youll blow up like a bomb
I...i upset yo home
Throw slugz at yo dome
Just gimme the word and I shine the chrome bring my help and its on
Yall lil boys shouldnt come against the uptown assasin
Jump out quick out of the jag and blow fire like a dragon
Soulja bandana wit bannana clips to fit in my sweeper
Once I hit the set look everybody burns like a heater
(chorus)
Now hold up as I bust back, watch playboy
Keep a dub sack, hey boy
Come to irritate yo day, boy
Watch yo chest seperate, boy
When I cocks me gloc me done tossed dem buck shots
And done kill them blood clots....what the deal
Yall niggas wants some more of wit this
Killas like us will take it to you front door with this
See hittin corners aint no real biggie
Im use to be set in that (? ) wit my still flippin
Im pistol grippin...ridin wit my grill glisten
Niggas done caught up in beef ..till they still missin
Now catch me in the black truck with chrome wheels twistin
A lil tipsy he gone lie, talkin bout he gone kill yo ms.s
Now peep it out
We gone clear da set but watchem (sweep!!!) sweep it out
Im cheap and cheaper and cops bustin in yo people house
If the nigga wan play I turn batter to flour
So nigga clear da set and bout 5 after the hour
(chorus) 1x
I makeem watch a nigga neighbor (phhhh!!!!) go up in flames
They..they all got burnt they cant stand the heat
I bet none of them (? ) jackers aint gone test lil wayane
Cuz i...i clear the set messin wit me
With the blood claw.....lawd(lord) (repeat 3x)
Hot boys untamed guerillas...what!!!
song performed by by Hot Boys
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Time To Kill
Well, I was born on a dead end street
I'm cold blooded but I always felt the heat.
All my friend are dead and gone
If there's a hell, I'm one step closer to it
Somewhere I crossed the line
Somewhere I'm lost in time
I lost my soul and now I'm losing my mind
Time to kill I've had enough of all your lies
I've only got time to kill
I've seen the fire in my eyes
I've only got time to kill
I spend my days counting bricks on the wall
And every night I hear those sirens call
I sink deeper into a convict's sleep
And dream about the day I'm gonna hit the streets
One time I cursed the man
He laughed and broke my hand
I'm gonna take that fist and make him understand
I'll make him understand
I've had enough of long goodbyes
I've only got time to kill
I feel the fire in my eyes
I've only got time to kill
Y'know I always thought there was time enough
To win the game
But now I know times are rough
The seasons changed, times are strange
Somewhere I crossed the line
Somewhere I'm lost in time
I lost my soul and now I'm losing my mind
Time to kill I've had enough of all your lies
I've only got time to kill
I've seen the fire in my eyes
I've only got time to kill
I've had enough of long goodbyes
I've only got time to kill
I feel the fire in my eyes
I've only got time to kill
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Hold Up
feat. Havoc (Mobb Deep)
[talking]
Yeah nigga... haha yeah (South Suicide Queens)
That's right... uh uh, Q.U. nigga (yea yea)
Shit like that, knowhamsayin put these drinks up
yaheard? - let's do this right, what yo
[Fredro Starr]
Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block
For my one stop niggaz that be huggin the spot
Sittin on crates, gettin loaded, get that cake
Dodgin drinks, spit and hafta cover they face
Kick some tye, big truck with tricks inside
In too deep, tryna sell bricks from the side
See no games, with real niggaz from other hoods
Car titles get lost, some niggaz get jooked
But God forgive me if a nigga cross the fam
Holdin the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand
From my wild crew, sets the new guns off the roof
To them slick dudes, hot and they workin the phone booth
Cuz Lord knows I'm gonna reload and bust back
Incredible gats, indicted for a federal rap
They ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga it's a medical fact
[Hook: Havoc] - 2X
Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
and my dime little mamis rockin Timbs and jeans
When it's on, know we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin bent, goin cra-zay!
[Sonsee]
Hold up, this is for my chicks in the spot
All my bus stop bitches that be pushin them drops
Playin the gate, get it ma, get those papes
Hustle that face, seven G's below ya waist
Project chick, dippin whips, cruisin the strip
Gettin money for tuition, go to school and she strip
Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get hard
Murda mami set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed
Help her soul if a chick try to set my team
I'm tying her up, rep till the death of Queens
All my staircase niggaz keep flippin the jun's
All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you with invisible glocks
that mean you never see it comin nigga, 52 shots
I'm takin ya block nigga, if you like it or not
You either roll or get rushed (blaow bloaw!) I guess not
[Hook: Havoc] - 2X
[Sticky Fingaz]
Sticky Fingaz, the nigga that be stickin them spots
For all my gun-cock niggaz that be bustin off shots
Lay in the straight, black mask raidin ya gate
Show me ya safe before I put two in ya face
Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin for whips
Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin on bricks
Bloody ice-pick fights in the yard
Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred
Shoot-outs in broad daylight, bustin at feds
Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead
For my jail niggaz, stashin bangers deep in they cots
For my grimy niggaz, hidin under cars from cops
Empty the glock, hitchu with disposable gats
Bust you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap
What nigga? I see you back in the hood scrap
Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like that
[Hook: Havoc] - 2X
Hold up...
'South Suicide Queens'
'Enjoy!'
'South Suicide Queens'
'Enjoy!'
song performed by by Onyx
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Snoops Upside Ya Head
[snoop talking]
Aiyyo soopafly, why don't you get work with one of them fly-ass remixes?
Dpg style...hahahaha...
[nate dogg]
Who's the man with the mic in haaand?
Who's the man with the masterlplaaan?
He goes by the name of snoop d-o-g
He play the mic and these bustas fleee
[verse 1, snoop]
It's a whole-nother day, i'm back up in ya
Snoop d-o double g, i representah
Been away for a while but y'all know
I'm still doggystylin on death row (you know!)
Got things locked down, sold up
So if you plan on comin out, fool hold up
This a stick up, get up
They got yo shiz on the shelf, oh mine's too
And guess who they gon pick up
Some fools think they know they hit, but they don't
Some m-a's escape, some won't
Bumpin' heads with bustas
Where you from? eastside, longbeach, represent 2-1
The homie just got paroled
And he got more stories than the highway patrol
Tellin me about the money suge knight stole
But don't let that leak cuz, fool i get swole
I see you're tryin to get in, to get out
Put me up on game tellin me who gon' jack me
But ever since i was a puppy til i was paroled
I never had no other dogg pullin on my phone
Chorus:
Say snoops upside ya head
Say snoops upside ya head (say what?)
Say snoops upside ya head
Say snoops upside ya head
Hold on, what's my name?
Snoop dogg! snoop dogg! (snoop...) x4
[verse 2, snoop]
I see these rappers in this game be doin way too much
Actin tough with this east-west coast stuff
See me, i'm all about my money man
I stay fly and dry
I don't get caught up in the rain
Cuz game (game) recognize game (game)
No matter where you from, we all can get dumb, insane
And turn the party out without a doubt
Unless you them fools who ain't got no clout
Lbc and beware of my crew
Cuz uh, we out there stuck on the crazy glue
Upside ya head like oops, snoop's the lick
That you hear them bumpin in the hoops
You can't afford it homeboy, this is finished
I represented from v-a to venice
So when it's timid and cold outside
Rely on the d-o dub to put the heat in yo life
Chorus.
Now bounce to this (snoop dogg!)
C-walk to this (snoop dogg!) yeah...
Now bounce to this (snoop dogg!) yeah...
C-walk to this (snoop dogg!) yeah...
Yeah...know what...
[verse 3, snoop]
It takes a whole lot, to be number one
I can't walk down the street without my gun
I can't trust these fools, fly, it ain't no fun
I'm sittin' up in court cuz somebody got done
What really counts is how the crowd bounce
Go home and say snoop rocked the partay
Nobody got killed, it's what got annouced
I guess they got a chance to see dr. bombay
But i keep my heat in case brothas get cold
Warm you up with the sheet, zip you up and roll
Now, doggystyle records is now official
I'm gettin paper out the plizate with my initials
Shippin weapons overseas, i'm makin g's
With who you might call enemies
But i, see nothin funny about makin money
Cuz uh, we all know it don't grow on trees
So i...
Gotta get what i gotta get when i ?shake?
I'm up early in the morning with the homie nate
Burning rubber down to get a new car
So don't get jealous when you see me in the double r
Chorus.
[outro, snoop]
Now just ride to this, uh, bounce to this, uh, c-walk to this
Uh, whoo-ride to this, uh, eastside to this, uh, westside to this
Uh, whoo-ride to this uh, get'cha bang up
Yeah, snoop dub, baby, yeah, snoop dub, baby
Yeah, uh, yeah, snoop's up, baby, yeah, all up in it
??? ??? ??? ???
Dpg playa
Remix!
Soopafly, you can call him ???
Not the trackmaster, but the sackmaster
You know!
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg! snoop dogg!)
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg! snoop dogg!)
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg! snoop dogg!)
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg! snoop dogg!)
(snoop dogg!)
(snoop dogg!)
Can ya have it?
(snoop dogg!)
And you all thought we fell off
(snoop dogg!)
??? ???? ??? ????
(snoop dogg!)
Takin it back to the hot spot
(snoop dogg!)
Gangsta rap, all day, every day!
(snoop dogg!)
G's up, you know the rest
(snoop dogg!)
Haha...
song performed by by Snoop Dogg
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Skin Deep
You came on to me a house of fire
One look was all it took for my desire
Im still burnin
Its the middle of the night
I need something
That can make me feel alright as I go
Chorus:
Skin deep-to the bone
Every time I see your face
Skin deep-to the bone
Tellin me that Im in trouble
S.o.s
Im in distress-tonight
Knock knock in the dark-what will I find
Your eyes-hypnotize-but can they read my mind
Watch your step now
Were gettin closer to the edge
This is dangerous
And all the lights are flashing red as I go
Chorus:
Skin deep-to the bone
Every time I see your face I go
Skin deep-to the bone
Tellin me that Im in trouble
Skin deep-to the bone
Every time I hear your voice I go
Skin deep-to the bone
Tellin me that Im in trouble
Too far gone
Cant hold on-tonight-not tonight
Im still burnin
Its the middle of the night
I need someone
Who can make me feel alright as I go
Chorus (part of both)
song performed by by Cher
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Russia's biggest problem is organized crime and its leaders are influenced by the Russian mafia. But it's not right to call it a Russian mafia, it's a Jewish mafia.
quote by David Duke
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Dom / Hollow
What's left inside him?
Don't he remember us?
Can't he believe me?
We seemed like brothers
Talked for hours last night
About what we wanna be
I sit now with his hand in mine
But I know he can't feel...
(chorus) No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead
I'm close with his mother
And she cries endlessly
Lord how we miss him
At least what's remembered
It's so important to make best friends in life
But it's hard when my friend sits with blank expressions
(chorus) No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead
He as hollow as I alone now (x 4 .. Low and Deep)
He as hollow as I alone
A shell of my friend
Just flesh and bone
There's no soul
He sees no love
I shake my fists at skies above
Mad at God
Mad
He as hollow as I converse
I wish he'd waken from this curse
Hear my words before it's through
I want to come in after you
My best friend
My best Friend
Whoa oh
Come back
He as hollow as I alone
song performed by by Pantera
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The New Ezekiel
What, can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried
By twenty scorching centuries of wrong?
Is this the House of Israel, whose pride
Is as a tale that's told, an ancient song?
Are these ignoble relics all that live
Of psalmist, priest, and prophet? Can the breath
Of very heaven bid these bones revive,
Open the graves and clothe the ribs of death?
Yea, Prophesy, the Lord hath said. Again
Say to the wind, Come forth and breathe afresh,
Even that they may live upon these slain,
And bone to bone shall leap, and flesh to flesh.
The Spirit is not dead, proclaim the word,
Where lay dead bones, a host of armed men stand!
I ope your graves, my people, saith the Lord,
And I shall place you living in your land.
poem by Emma Lazarus
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Crash Diet
Crash diet of reds'n'ludes
A shot of vitamin C and a bottle of booze
Too stupid to live with nothin' to lose
In your one track mind now
Where's that leave you?
Drink'n'drive white lightning faster baby
Takin' your last ride
Now better be so careful or you'll be dead before you time
Sorry you took mother's car now
Tears in my eyes, baby please don't go
You bet (?!) one too many, now one for the road
fresh outta detox, fresh from jail
Took your rehabilitation and you drove me to hell
Drink'n'drive white lightning faster
Takin' your last ride
Better be so careful or you'll be dead before your time
Sorry you took mohter's car now
Too soon, you thought ... ?!
Too late for the pressure and strain
Too bad for those who don't believe it
Ruby street still calls your name
[guitar solo]
Itchy trigger finger and the race to be alive
Smokin' a cig while you drink'n'drive
With no control in your life ahead
You're never gonna see if you wind up dead
Drink'n'drive white lightning faster
Takin' your last ride
Better be so careful or you'll be dead before your time
Drink'n'drive white lightning baby
It's always on your mind
Push or pull your limits baby, do it one more time
Break it down
Break it down
Somethin''s changin', somethin''s breakin'
You gotta be a brother, 'coz ?! your family
?!.... Oh make it
Sweet mystery, Ooohhhh
If you don't care about yourself
Would you please leave me alive
Oooohhhh...
You gonna
You gonna drink'n'drive
Oooohhhhh, Yeeaaah!
song performed by by Guns N' Roses
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Gangsta Lovin' (w/ Eve)
[Intro/Chorus: Alicia Keys]
I just wanna rock you, all night long, oh oh oh oh! (I wanna rock you)
I just wanna rock you, all night long, oh oh oh oh!
[Verse 1: Eve]
Yo! Need you to understand me daddy I ain't your average
Baby girl doin it all I'm well established
I ain't tryin to lead you on just wanna ask
If you might wanna give me your name explain your status
You know I seen youtime to time you seem available
Don't mean sh**, I know these b****** wanna settle you
Gotta say you on my short list of few
Them other dudes is ok but I'm feelin you
Want you in the best way what you 'gon do about it?
Why don't you just test me you won't want to do without it
Yo I'm comin at you hard bein a thug
And I ain't givin up till I get that gangsta love, uh huh
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Eve]
I know you seen me this night that night, always my sh** tight
Hair done, outfit crazy, skirts fit just right
White beater with a bangin tan
Walk in demandin all eyes baby here I am
Ain't a shame of my frame and I know you watchin
Puttin on a show for you pop and I ain't stoppin
Lot of action in your corner yeah you gonna do
Only thing to make it better though is me with you
And I know you feelin that regardless of your frontin
And I heard through the streets it was me you wantin
Let me find out you shy or somethin
But I know your not, so stop the games and approach is you real or not?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Eve]
Yo! Uh! Ok! Numbers exchange, now it's in play
Shouldn't have took you so long in the first place
Nah just playin cutie, yeah give me a call
No it's cool you ain't got to see me to my car
See I'm a big girl, but you'll find out
Stuck on me while I drop top and ride out
Wheels spinnin wanna know what shorty all about
But it's cool I'm proven in these words that's comin out my mouth
[Alicia Keys]
It's that gangsta lovin (Gangsta) that's just got me buggin (Buggin)
It's that gangsta lovin (Gangsta gangsta) that just got me buggin
(Oh Oh!)
[Chorus]
[Outro: Alicia Keys]
I wanna rock you baby, I wanna hold you baby
Won't you be my baby? I wanna be your lady
I wanna rock you baby, I wanna hold you baby
Won't you be my baby? I wanna be your lady
Baby let me rock with you (Gangsta gangsta)
You know I wanna rock with you (Gangsta gangsta)
Baby let me rock with you (E-V-E)
You know I wanna rock with you (A. Keys, gonna rock you)
Baby let me rock with you
You know I wanna rock with you (It's gangsta gangsta)
Baby let me rock with you (Gangsta gangsta)
You know I wanna rock with you (Gangsta gangsta love)
Ooooh, yeah, you know I wanna rock with you
Baby let me rock with you
song performed by by Alicia Keys
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Just Dropped In
To see what condition my condition was in)
(mickey newbury)
(yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)
I woke up this mornin with the sundown shinin in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
(yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)
I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
I watched myself crawlin out as I was a-crawlin in
I got up so tight I couldnt unwind
I saw so much I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
(yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)
Someone painted april fool in big black letters on a dead end sign
I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles outta memphis and I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Yeah yeah oh-yeah
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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How Bad Do You Want It
Robert Johnson went to the crossroads, so the legend goes
He left with his guitar, and the devil kept his soul, the devil kept his soul
Been out here on this highway, breathin' diesel, smoke
Driving' hard to hours, to make that Memphis show
People always asked me, son what does it take?
To reach out and touch your dreams, to them I always say
Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Is it a fire? That burns you up inside
Chorus:
How bad do you want it? How bad do you need it?
Are you eatin' sleepin' dreamin' with that one thing on your mind?
How bad do you want it? How bad do you need it?
'Cause if you want it all you've got to lay it all out on the line
I get to make my living, doing what I love
Every night I give my heart and soul, sometimes that ain't enough
Brother if you're like me, lookin' down that road
Be careful of that wild wind son, sometimes it don't let go
Can you feel it? Can you taste it? Can you hear it?
Knocking at your door
Chorus
Solo
Bridge:
There's always a price you pay, no matter what you do
If you're gonna climb that mountain to the top, it always comes down to
Chorus
Robert Johnson went to the crossroads, so the legend goes
He left with his guitar, and the devil kept his soul, and the devil
kept his soul
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Memphis
Memphis - where the hell is memphis?
Memphis - where the hell is memphis?
I got to get away, study my geography
Im just a shadow of the boy I used to be
I used to see the light, now its all a mystery
I used to feel the beat, now I feel a million miles from...
Memphis - where the hell is memphis?
Memphis - where the hell is memphis?
I used dirty words never too excessively
But saying rock&roll never seemed so bad to me
I dare said it in hip and happy company
I was in and out in a second on my way to...
Memphis - where the hell is memphis?
Memphis - where the hell is memphis?
Memphis, so where the hell is memphis?
I had a one-way ticket and a little radio
I turned it on, heard the sound from twenty years ago
Somebody smiled and said, thats the only way to go
He died at twenty-one, now nobodys innocent in...
Memphis - where the hell is memphis?
Memphis - where the hell is memphis?
Somebody turned around, said, I got to disagree
He wrote that sort of turn people out to anarchy
He made them think about marlon brando on tv
I guess they still went down against anything they got in...
Memphis - where the hell is memphis?
Memphis - where the hell is memphis?
I met a wise old man, he had longer hair than me
He said, memphis is nothing like it used to be
A hundred dead guitarists lying in the cemetry
I felt a sudden chill, now Im not so sure about...
Memphis - where the hell is memphis?
Memphis - where the hell is memphis?
Im on a lonesome train on a lonesome track
I think Ill jump right off, head for home, double back
And though Im better now I know that no-one knows the facts
Im gonna start again, forget I ever heard about...
song performed by by Joe Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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