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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: (feat. Paul Wall & Yung Redd) [Talking] [Paul Wall] What they talkin 'bout baby - Paul Wall, Swisha House [B.G.] And this B.Gizzle - the heart of
Take the tip of the jo, kick down the front door Run from front to back bustin', Terius cut his wife throat I'ma play it how it go, hold a black connect
but dope traffic Six figgas what I'm after, can't be play'n and laugh'n Young wit good sense, bent behind the tents In front of this baller house that
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
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,
: 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
scream), And shout (And shout) Lets turn us of the out Yeh, we burning down the house Don't know what we all about Yeh The energetic Soul magnetic Gravitates My poetic You connect
: Flight 709 pulled up to the gate An hour and 45 minutes late And of course our connection was already in the air Spent a day of our vacation in Chicago
can't control me So get a hold of me, let me know what's on your mind I'm calling from your ladies house, star sixty-nine I ain't lying ask her what was
up this silent house Everything that you made by hand Everything that you know by heart All the names that you can?t recall I will try to connect All
: My life is a house You crawl through the window Slip across the floor and into the recpition room You enter the place of endless persuasion Like a
driving by triggers something in my mind Am I retrieving my direction or just charging forward blind Am I everything that you wanted me to be Have I lost that condition, a connection
Crippled conversation hangs inside this house Our voices just get ugly When our love gets all talked out Your goodnight kiss ain't hungry Our touches don't connect
t be denied nathan Maybe I need my head inside straightened Brain contemplatin', clean out the register Dip before somebody catches ya Or gets ya description an' sketches ya The connection
untill u see the fuckin legs full of bullets holes and the exit wounds layin next to you. fuckin mad dog, foamin out the mouth fuck mouth, my whole house
