Beatles - Ask Me Why
I love you
Cause you tell me things I want to know
And it's true
that it really only goes to show
That I know that I,
should never never never be blue

Now you're mine
my happ
Ammo Poetic - Ammunition Check
*LANDSLYDE*
Ammo check one triple to the barrel gun
Loading the ammo now ready and done
Pull the trigger glack glack ain't a mic check
Run run Ammunition check
Enemies hunt you down lik
Annie Lennox - A Whiter Shade of Pale
We skipped the light Fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away

Beach Boys - And Your Dream Comes True
You're so sleepy
Wish that he could stay
Love him so
But now it's getting late
He'll be waiting
Waiting just for you
One more summer
And your dream comes true

C Bo - Ghetto Flight


[Featuring Pizzo]
[C Bo]
It's 1994 gang bangin' done played out
But I still stay strapped cause I don't wanna get played out
On the concrete with internal bleedin'
Moms at my hand screamin': 'Bo don't leave me!'
I'm stairin' in to the sky thinkin' that I'm gonna die
Here come the onetime fuck the pigs they are the last I wanna see
Pen and pad no love from the deputy
Onetime's gettin' deeper
And Finally I hear the ambulance creep up
I'm feelin' dehydrated
They hook me up with some I.V. and a life flight
Sayin' that I'm gonna make it
Hoo-ride was the first thing on my mind
But the onetime got prints from my Tec-9
They busted first and I busted back in return
Ain't no love for them faggot ass baby worms
That's all I gotta say to porky
Now get the fuck out my face
Detective got mad but I can give a fuck less
I got family and they won't let the shit rest on my side
Bald head mean muggin' locs, 3-10, 6-5
Is my nigga Teebo, Big Ikey hittin' like a viking
Insane in the brain and can't wait to ride, see
No matter what they do, you can lock me down
But at twelve caught a ghetto fligt
Cause there still be smokin'...
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
[Pizzo]
As I've seen deep in my thoughts
Not thinkin' of my senses and all the blood I done lost
It seems like I'm stucked with no luck all of a sudden
So mothafuckas swiftly sweeped on the P-I double Z-O man
I was helpless, if ya could have felt this pain
I had in my side and my brain
Never think that I could end up on my back, player
I never thought a slug could enter through my skin layers
Fuck! I feel a burnin' sensation and I'm waitin'
For the pain to go away but I know it's gonna stay
So I guess I'm fucked in the game
Then appeared a bird in the sky, don't know where it came
Snatched the P-I double Z-O quick, took me on the trip
Don't know which direction, I'm waitin'
Felt like I went cross the continent
Seems like it took a whole day, then we touched down
White coats all around, suprise, I'm alive in a hospital
Done lost half of my soul, I feel I left control
I'm slippin' away, I took my life for granted
A few hours passed and I still feel stranded
I'm awakin' to see shit in front of me that I never seen before
But I feel alright, then I tripped that I just took the ghetto
fligt...
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
One-eight-seven, one-eight-seven...
They ridin' on my bumber, bustin' with a Mac-11...
[C-Bo]
My homie took a bullet in the kidney
HK in my hand, down on one knee
On his side, Q-Ball don't die
Mad as fuck and I don't understand why
The little B.G.'s didn't bust no caps
After a minute shoot-out still had a loaded strap
Damn and they supposed to be hardcore bangers
And I got the only empty cocked back chamber
Prayin' for my homie not to rest in peace the shit
Just ain't right to take a life from an O.G.
Retalion is all I can think
Negative and incorrect, here comes the P.D.
Damn, I got a gat and my homie don't look too good
I hear the bird over the hood
Now I got faith he'll make it
Without a doubt the next album's dedicated
To my homie Q-Ball
Rest in peace and fuck the rest of ya'll
So-called homies, I don't the meanin' when I'm hittin' ya down
But when I'm gone ya wanna see me
Ain't no love in this Garden Blocc life
And I won't sweat to put a bullet in your chest
And have you next on the ghetto fligt...
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Ash - Angel Interceptor
I stayed in last night
I wasn't feeling alright
I knew it couldn't last
I started thinking of you

Oh and I wished we could be dancing in the dark
Really slow
Oh it's good to know
Beatles - Anna(Go To Him)
Anna, you come and ask me girl
To set you free, girl
You say he loves you more than me
So I will set you free
Go with him
Go with him

Anna, girl, before you go now
I want yo
Andy Griggs - Ain’t Done Nothin’ Wrong
(Andy Griggs/Tim Johnson)

Ain't no crime sittin' at the bar
Sippin' on a cold draft beer
Or makin' small talk to a blue-eyed girl
When she asks, what brought you here
You're just tr
Bad Religion - American Jesus (Italian)
Non ho bisogno di essere un cittadino globale
Perchè sono benedetto dalla nazionalità
Sono membro di una spingerci sotto
E ci sono cose
Che ci tirano giù
Ma c'è un potere
Ed una pres