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Of masters and slaves. We're divided that way. Are you a master or slave?. Do you rule or obey? Now, you better learn your history. 'Cause the future won't change. When they tell you it's the home
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* - slick rick. + - doug e. fresh. @- both Oh my god. *excuse me doug e. fresh. +yes. *have you ever seen a show when fellow on the mic. Wit one million rhymes and don't come out right. They
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slid And I rule wid, still shoot wid my two, kid. Ain't no way on Earth to faze Rick, the man plays with wit. Eras-ed the man amazin' the bassin'. Border him, all on ya albums slaughterin' Better spin
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God, I'm not a atheist. Wanted like kingpins by ATF Your girl want my name on her chest. Me and Rick argue about whose chain is the best. Gucci boxers, my diet changed from sushi to pastas. Wear my
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game, to checkmate you Oh, I toy your cheddar top netter. You find me a human being, boy or girl better. It's short son, nurse and them sound kick bark on. Stop talk, stop worshipin' the ground, Rick
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, I'm Rick James!. Slap the bitch like Rick James. I'm Rick James! I can see the picture shatter. And we can pick up the pieces off the ground. Till the point that nothin' matters. And it's way too
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black knight from his lair. Fight and kill the evil man. Rid his evil from our land Kneeling in prayer, Lancelot gave the knight. Knowing to save the waste land, he must fight. Eager to kill all those
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be Ever just the same Ever a surprise Ever as before And ever just as sure The sun will rise Ever just the same And ever a surprise Ever as before And ever just as sure As the sun will rise Tell as old
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buckles and ornaments. How we forget snappy. Five people sleepin' in one matress and yet happy. Could even make *** seem sour. As I impress the world with my extreme power, cause Chorus repeat 2x Rick
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tiMasters Of War. arBob Dylan. alRock Temple II. Bob Dylan - Masters of War. Come you masters of war. You that build all the guns. You that build the death planes. You that build the big bombs. You
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Come you masters of war. You that build the big guns. You that build the death planes. You that build all the bombs. You that hide behind walls. You that hide behind desks. I just want you to
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Rick ross lyrics. "Blow". (feat. Dre). . Chorus Rick Ross (Dre). . Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah). Bottle of that Jose, pass me some mo'. I got, mo' cars, (mo' cars,) mo
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. Though when I see her friend it's like the * wears off. I don't bother, while she want to kiss and then cuss and full of hate. Get her friend? Mission impossible Because she's the one the hon chose to
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(singing). Something tells Rick he's a fool. To let girls treat me so cruel. But never-the-less, Rick said "You got me waiting". Sitting in my car, waiting for yoooooooooou-ooh-ooh, lalalala. I
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tried to hold her composure I hoped she'd take it in the ass and suck dick. (Girl). My my what a nice apartment you got Rick. On her knees about to make her fall. (Girl). "All platinum and gold
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Intro - Rick Ross. It's?. Well acquainted with all the? And all that *. It's Ricky Ross the rich boss. . Verse 1 - Rick Ross. Wet bars on the boat. ?. Crib like Scott Storch all from the
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the one to entertain and fume with?. Who you know breed humans can't be in the same room with?. Reefer sweet, wrap it up, free fix greet. Every rapper rap maggot underneath Rick's feet Evicted, why
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Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying. Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know. And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff. You know, so Rick, why don't you run
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Come you masters of war. You that build all the guns. You that build the death planes. You that build all the bombs. You that hide behind walls. You that hide behind desks. I just want you to
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Come you masters of war. You that build all the guns. You that build the death planes. You that build all the bombs. You that hide behind walls. You that hide behind desks. I just want you to
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Come you masters of war. You that build all the guns. You that build the death planes. You that build all the bombs. You that hide behind walls. You that hide behind desks. I just want you to
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Come you masters of war. You that build all the guns. You that build the death planes. You that build all the bombs. You that hide behind walls. You that hide behind desks. I just want you to
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Verse 1 - Rick Ross. I keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties. I keeps spittin the critics can not compare me. They put it simple I am Mr. Miami. And my lil' pistol will flip over ya?. We the
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every glass. Next year we private jets in the clouds havin s**. C** once c** twice. Rick ross dum nice. Baby gurl take sum advice and c** and * ya boy tonight. Come * wit a fat nigga baby
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Dont try to claim things I havent earned honest, man. Slick Rick and Outkast is on this jam. What kid? Diamond on the 2-2 grand. Trying to help raise all youth to man. Slick the ruler rick, his
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Song Deliver Me - Rick Roberts. They followed him for seven days. And lost him when he turned away. From where they thought. He would surely go. But they caught him up in Lewistown. And when they
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Check this out, this Warren G, Y'know what I'm saying. Chilling wit my man Slick Rick, you know. And we gonna give you all a little tale about this jail stuff. You know, so Rick, why don't you run
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To the desperate young, turn a blind eye. To the old and lonely, turn a blind eye. To our inhumanity. To our death dealing vanity To the methods of persuasion, turn a blind eye. To the masters of
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heads up in bad times. This is a bad time. Show us the way. and if you can't show us the way. Please forgive us for being lost. Rick Ross HUH!
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This, it's Rick Ross Im The Man Of The Hour, She Love To Make. Love, And We Can In The Showa, Back Against The Wall Ima Stand Like A Tower, Every Time Ima Stand Like A. Tower. . Chorus Mario Winans
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purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated. Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment. I'm from the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it. Even the black folk hate to see another
