By what right, do you take the things you take? By what right, do you do what you do? By what right, do you kill and steal? By what right, by what right
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a price. The price is death to an unborn child. By what right, do you take the things you take? By what right, do you do what you do? By what right, do
out Check it, check it out, check it, check it out Call us gorillas in the myst, raunchy vocalist Your code name? Doc, whats yo' name? Hot nix Who them slick
man I think it's for my mellow my man My mellow my man, right My mellow my man My mellow my man, right My mellow my man My mellow my man, right My
off brushed the gold teeth like Slick Rick Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick
walked right up to the door. Went inside looking slick as snot with his smile so suave that the women all dropped. Bag in hand with his hammer inside it. Shoes
Harry Potter, she so designic gave her Coach she said Channel was hotter, Damn right I got her, Damn right I ride her, All night long, all night long, Then I pass out right
crabby little bastard that I am Sly what the fuck a slick sick son of a bitch Silly little rabbit don't you know `Trix` are for kids This is what the
, some shoes Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right You know what? You right, these
couldn't make it The number's even, now I'm leavin' We're never gettin' took by a b*** with a weave in Her and the troops are right behind me But they
little later though she called 1 In the chest and I knew that it was commin' By who and how the all act would be done? So what? One less bitch you gotta
the fifth couldn't make it The number's even, now I'm leavin' We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in Her and the troops are right behind
temple make you stagger like yeltsin Over hand right to the brain is what you felt son Then I take off my belt son Show you what a whippin is, what
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man It's not even funny they can't (Breathe) The choke holds too tight The left looks too right You know what? You right
temple make you stagger like Yeltsin Over hand right to the brain is what you felt son Then I take off my belt son Show you what a whippin is, what
meaning as I leak out And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor Pete Nice, search, produced by Sam Sever Livin' in my shoes boy, this is not shoe
hit her right now she at the trap though i got a foreign bitch, she my foreign broad and every time we hang out drive my foreign cars (Verse 3 - Slick
