dumpin' the bloody body. Me never knew one that could flow with the tongue. We comin' to shoot up your posse. My niggas-they comin' up out the woods,
: [Layzie] Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on a come up Niggas be tryin run up, but I bust, and
buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin' When I see them bustas scatter Betta watch out for them buckshots Cause them can't fade me guage, Gotta bust them souls
poster bed. I remember as a child waking up on a winter morning With Sound of laughing voices and the smell of baking bread And running across that coal wood
a real bitch-fight pull thirty-eights and kiss their girls goodnight. Goodnight, it's alright, Jane Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame
: The critics sit back and burn the souls The classic dies they won't let go LBJ's lonely inked face on a set of presidential matchbooks On the wood
change, do we? no no we never learn, do we? so I wanna live... in a wooden house where making more friends would be easy oh and I don't have a soul
Here comes the sun to shine again [Chorus] [Verse 3] BOOM! I know you're loving the goods that i'm delivering Up in your neck of the woods so you can
what have i done Silence in the wood i'm in your neighbourhood violence all around i?m looking for a light Lying on a bench waiting for a soul to pick
thy hand who's gonna save their lost souls see my struggle within my heart I will prevail, I must not die grant me wash their souls away into the blood
Wants to play Jackson stole twenty souls in a day To take away A take away He takes away And no complaints Heart's upon his sleeve and his blade Wood
Luda, I Be Like Yeaaaaaaa, You Like It Like That Dontchya Baby The Flow's Insane, And The Stroke Is Crazy I Stroke So Good, Like Tiger Woods And I Rowr
: (Emmylou Harris) He was a tall man Raised up from the fields out pickin' cotton In a hard land Where the ground was poor and the wood was rotten But
mouth Look at you now Tank top, ur ball-cap, you think ur all that But ur looking like Scott Stapp Ur just another redneck from back in the woods Not
the lights off Ant boogie, what up? Uh-huh [Trife Da God] In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man on Listening to classic soul, with the slow
sub-terrain has been my base, I lace it in the basement there's so much that I've wasted, gold you can appraise it got no one to relate with, my soul
As we saw them bleeding we lost our hearts The clans will rise again. Rise We reign with steel and pain Tortured minds, our souls are screaming From the woods
: Wooden walls around my mind My soul has left memories behind We walk around like ghosts Like puppets on a string of despair As bells toll - a