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Seagram – Wages Of Sin
Featuring Bushwick Bill Vell Ganksta Nip
[Bushwick Bill]
Yo! Bushwick Bill in the mothafucking house…69 Vill straight
Mobbing…
Tru Black got my back…Lil J…5th Ward Texas…Wait till they get a
Load of me…
Ooh shit I woke up on the wrong side of bed today
Looking for some homo sapiens to slay
Lost in panic thoughts frantic killings constantly now I’m sort wanted
But I give a fuck fool I’m the hunter not the hunted
Bushwick’s the name, Geto Boy executioner
Terminator, murder revolutioner
Street stalker cause of a metamorphosis
Late night rapes, bodies found in the forest
No clues left behind, a fool from the dark side
Continious killings, many unsolved homicides
No ordinary kid got a top of no ?????
Kidnapped his kid like permanently dispossessed
The controversy falls around Bushwick the axer
Command plan slayings with no floss…
When death knocks on your door
And wants to come in, time to pay up, mothafuckas
These are the wages of sin…
Yo, Vell, tell these niggas what the wages of sin is out here in
Oaktown…
69 Vill in the house…
[Vell]
I’ve been stairing to death ever since I was a youth
The wages of sin never said I was bullet proof
Cause I’m a killer, no doubt, so don’t front
I get visions of niggas being shipped to a morgue truck
I get specific when I go on a mission
I get straight to the point like the head of Coalition, decisions…
Always make me for a blast a mothafucka
Boom ,boom, boom, anotha…
Brotha put to sleep real quick cause I don’t play
I do this shit for many hours a day, so hey!
So visualize the fact: I’m too swift
I’m down with young Seag, Bushwick and Ganksta Nip
So in this battle, bitch, you won’t never win
These are the wages of sin…
Think about it, mothafucka, and listen up to my partner from South
Park…
Ganksta Nip, kick some of that psychotic shit for their asses…
[Ganksta Nip]
Psychotic thoughts, vision dead in my head
Bloooood from a bulldog’s left leg
Terribly crazy, take none from a bitch
Satanic switch left 2 dead in the ditch
Mental illusions, spirit blood better be it
If I see a dead head my first mind is to eat it
A killing in hotel makes the Devil shout
A human checks in but a corpse checks out
A Lyrical wizard, rhyme skills like a mad witch
Arms, legs, hmmmm, a society sandwich
Man from Atlantis doing South Park crimes
Every other day Triple-6 dies 50 times
1 plus 1 equals two legs and a hat
2 plus 2 equals 4 heads on a black cat
Savage beast with no meat in my chin
Death is the wages of sin, bitch…
Now we comes to the mothafucking pay off…
My nigga Seag is the Devil so Devil speak…
[Seagram]
Deranged thoughts fill my head as I lay in bed
Satanic killings brings misery and dread
Pentagram symbol printed in my right palm
Silence is wisdom and sane but I remain calm
Mental ????? ????? ????? ????? ?????
Chained down in my basement for a pathophysical torture
Caucasians and asians are joining my concentration
Satan persuaded outstanding termination…
For moding path, sacraficing souls, swinging bold with an axe
I attempt to apprehend but she was cautious
Late walks and stalks leaves the murders often
Killed the person, stabbed from my hellbound pitchfork
Walked on the path of Satan, come on and come forth
What’s ya began? You are my sin but to comprehend…
You are counted for your actions, the wages of sin…
[Bushwick Bill]
Listen up my brothas and sistas…Look, listen, observ…
We are all out here working hard under the sun…
Trying to make it the best way we know how but all we working is towards
Death…
And these are the wages of sin…
Seagram – It Don’t Stop
Featuring Gangsta P
[Seagram]
Click click boom
On your mothafuckin’ ass punk
Its that nigga name Seag bringin’ funk
Straight from the O to the A to the K to the L to the A to N to the D
(Bitch!)
S.N.V. is a hood that I roll through
Talkin’ that punk shit nigga I told you
You cant fuck with the real loc gee
You niggaz dont know me
I fucked your dead homie
And I can give a fuck about the shit that you stress
I’m handlin’ more mail than you B.S.
So you can jump up
And pump up your mothafuckin’ Reeboks
I cant be faded not even with some Clorex
I’m funky like sweat socks
Funky like stink
Cock a hundred dee on that deal block
When you see me in the Benz
Jealous niggaz dont be talkin’
I aint sidin’ on you, tricks
I’m just flossin’
So be aware of the late nite stranger
With 49 in the clip and one in the chamber…
[Gangsta P]
Mothafuckas want the rocks? Well, I got’em
Steppin’ on the block
And never leave home without’em
Slangin’ on the mothafuckin’ Seminary street
Now I’m known to be a gee cause the nigga’s 23
Step broke and get broke off some proper
My lil homie Ken
Pulled a trigga of a Chopper, nigga
Lets get ghost in the bucket
Cock the steel, fuck the police
Cause the niggaz is real
Comin’ from the mothafuckin’ sixties
Known to pull a trigga
Till the clip’s on empty
Stranded in the jungles of the East Oaktown
Come through but I still slang my dope a pro
Ice creams, so wont you come and get it?
Niggaz try to jack get sprayed and be finished
Lil Gangsta P, S.N.V.
Till I die, layin’ dead six feet deep…
[Seagram]
4-deep in the bucket
Rollin’ with some convicts, East Side lunatics
Doin’ shit, stack some dough, slap a hoe
Or jack a foe with my MAC-1-0
Straight from Oakland Cali
Slangin’ birds in the alley
High performances on rallies
Fuck the police precint
And a kitchen sink
They try to make us stink
I got killa instinct
They got me heated
So they gettin’ treated
With this medication
AK’s sprayin’ with no hesitation
Aint no love for them mothafuckin’ rednecks
Cause in the ghetto shootin’ cops is a re-flex
As we swing low in the Cheriot
Shoot the cop, take the gat, then bury it
Caught up in the ways of the East Side
Aint no peace ride, the decease ride…
Scott Weiland – The Date
She waits for a date
And yet she knows that he’s not coming
He waits for the date
And yet he knows that he’s not coming
I hope that it’s not the break up
And I hope that it’s just the break
I hope that it’s not the break up
And I hope that it’s just the break
She waits for a date
And yet she knows that he’s not coming
He waits for the date
And yet he knows that he’s not coming
She waits for a date
And yet she knows that he’s not coming
I hope that it’s not the break-up
And I hope that it’s just the break
I hope that it’s not the break-up
And I hope that it’s just the break
I hope that it’s not the break-up
And I hope that it’s just the break
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
Scott Weiland – Opposite Octave Reaction
Daddy’s got the picture
Daddy’s got the key
Daddy’s got the “mag”
Naked lady by the tree
The school girls call me pervert
A wierdo and a freak
But I like Daddy’s girl
She never teases me
Opposite Octave Reaction
Opposite Octave Reaction
Waiting on the lady
Waiting at the tree
Waiting for my wife
Who sexually kills me
But Daddy’s got the mag
Still underneath the bed
And sometimes I still get her
But only in my head
She always gets me to go again,
To go again,
She always gets me…
Daddy’s got the picture
Daddy’s got the key
Daddy’s got the “mag”
Naked lady by the tree
The school girls call me pervert
A wierdo and a freak
But I like Daddy’s girl
She never teases me
Waiting on the lady
Waiting at the tree
Waiting for my wife
Who sexually kills me
But Daddy’s got the mag
Still underneath the bed
And sometimes I still get her
But only in my head
Opposite Octave Reaction
Opposite Octave Reaction
And I hear it sometimes
But only in my head
“Colonel Zander left Dakota
Deadsibob
Deadsibob”
Colonel Zander left Dakota
Deadsibob
Deadsibob…
Scott Weiland – Mockingbird Girl
She she flies without no feathers
A fool to try and catch her
Well I don’t know cause I don’t know
I’m a fool
Yeah a visionary’s daughter
She don’t care that you want honor
She’ll kill you once you won’t mind
You’ll ask for twice
Hey hey rocket boy
Gotta lot of life behind her
Hey hey mockingbird girl
Gotta find ‘em let him hold you
You a born elusid flower
A tulip and I hold her
I was born to play the fool
Unlike you
No sex, I’m bored with anticipation
On this love song radio station
Guess you’ll sleep, I’ll count sheep
Once you dream
So let’s make a roundabout rocket copter
I body from a crooked copper
Well it smells like a beer
Warm beer, warm beer
Hey, hey, rocket boy
Gotta lot of life behind her
Hey, hey, mockingbird girl
Gotta find ‘em, let him hold you
Hey, hey, rocket boy
Gotta lot of life behind her
Hey, hey, mockingbird girl
Gotta find ‘em, let him hold you
Hey, hey, mockingbird girl
Gotta find ‘em, let him hold you
Scott Weiland – Jimmy Was A Stimulator
Jimmy was a stimulator
He was a high flying stimulator
Jimmy was an oscillator
He was a high flying oscillator
Jimmy was a masturbator
So he’ll call back and see ya later
Jimmy was a regulator
He could regulate a regulator
She’s so fine and I’m killing myself with it
She’s so fine and I’m killing myself with it
Jimmy was a stimulator
He was a high flying stimulator
Jimmy was an emulator
He could stimulate an emulator
Jimmy was a master trainer
He could masturbate a fitness trainer
Jimmy was a regulator
He could regulate a regulator
She’s so fine and I’m killing myself with it
She’s so fine and I’m killing myself with it
She’s so fine and I’m killing myself with it
She’s so fine and I’m killing myself with it
We’re going to the place where everything was shown
We’re going to the place where everything was shown
She’s so fine and I’m killing myself with it
She’s so fine and I’m killing myself with it
She’s so fine and I’m killing myself with it
She’s so fine and I’m killing myself with it
Scott Weiland – Cool Kiss
Cool Cool
Kiss Kiss
Keep your hands up off of my lips
Capsize just like a tanker
So keep away stranger stranger danger
Kill Kill
Piss Piss
Keep yourself up off my lips
You’re not killing me
You’re not givin’ me nothing
You’re not killing me
Cool Cool
Kiss Kiss
Keep your hands up off of my lips
Capsize just like a tanker
So keep away stranger stranger danger
Kill Kill
Piss Piss
Keep yourself up off my lips
It’s everything I am
It’s everything I thought I was
It’s everything I am
It’s everthing I’m not
Kill me, thrill me, kill me
Kill me, thrill me, kill me
Kill me, thrill me, kill me
Kill me, thrill me, kill me
It’s everything I am
It’s everything I thought I was
It’s everything I am
It’s everthing I’m not
Scott Weiland – Barbarella
You play the game
I’ll masturbate and sing a lullaby
You run the race
I’ll pay the miles
You sing the pink love fuzz
And dance the musty queer
I’ll stay at home ‘cause I’m the mouse
So high that I can’t fly
More deep than space #9
Can’t tell time by telling time
She’s so ready I’m so heavy
It’s so heavy on me
Can’t hold time by holding time
Barbarella
Come and save me from my misery
Can’t you see it’s a disease
Shoot the bad guys
And I’ll gladly sing a tune for you
Lost in space-we could be free
Let go, let God they say
I do believe but not in yours or yours
I just believe it’s all the same
Don’t know just who I am
Don’t know about the lamb
I’m the meat of the feast
Barbarella
Come and save me from my misery
Can’t you see it’s a disease
Shoot the bad guys
And I’ll gladly sing a tune for you
Lost in space-we could be free
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na
And all the tangerines
They taste like jelly beans
This must be boring by now
Grab a scale and guess the weight of all
The pain I’ve given with my name
I’m a selfish piece of shit
Barbarella
Come and save me from my misery
Can’t you see it’s a disease
Shoot the bad guys
And I’ll gladly sing a tune for you
Lost in space-we could be free
Barbarella
Come and save me from my misery
Can’t you see it’s a disease
Shoot the bad guys
And I’ll gladly sing a tune for you
We’ll watch Lost in Space on my TV
Scott Weiland – About Nothing
She got nothing
But she’s waiting at the candy store
She got nothing
But she’s waiting at the candy store
She’s got nothing nothing
She still wants more
She’s got nothing nothing
She still wants more
She said
So turn your head
Unlock the door
You’ll never get what you had before
So turn your head
Unlock the door
You’ll never get what you had before
She waits while you think about it
And while you think about nothing
She waits while you think about it
And while you think about nothing
She got nothing
But she’s waiting at the candy store
She got nothing
But she’s waiting at the candy store
She’s got nothing nothing
She still wants more
She’s got nothing nothing
She still wants more
She said
So turn your head
Unlock the door
You’ll never get what you had before
So turn your head
Unlock the door
You’ll never get what you had before
She waits while you think about it
And while you think about nothing
She waits while you think about it
And while you think about nothing
So turn your head
Unlock the door
You’ll never get what you had before
So turn your head
Unlock the door
You’ll never get what you had before
She waits while you think about it
And while you think about nothing
She waits while you think about it
And while you think about nothing
Scarface – You Don’t Hear Me
Call me psychotiv but I’m bad nigga yo!
And I’ma do ya bad black
And when I come I’m bustin up niggas to hear me black
Ya should of never let a nigga see
If there was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me
Huh I waited for my date to come of age
And now I’m of age I can’t escape the fuckin front page
So I guess that nigga D is up to hit again
I kicks the funky shit and coke and stupid like I’m Gilligan
I’m P, supposed to hit a lick for a jack
The only thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin back
Nigga lookin for they shit, aggravated and pissed
Niggas they can’t fuck with my clique
I’m here to break em off for chunk
A D-E-A-T-H-L-Y, a motherfuckin punk
And I be rollin with the brass
Don’t answer with the ziggers in your hood, he break your neck to roll a
Pass, nigga
Don’t even stop to say ‘Whattup?’ cos I bust for the fuck
And pay some quick to light a motherfucker up
Next time you stop me on your block, I hope you leave the place
Or be the next to meet the Lord face-to-face
Nigga, I ain’t the one to take no bullshit
Cos see a nigga like the D is game to empty out the full clip
So when I come for ya, act like ya know
Sittin motherfuckin smooth to the curb but you don’t hear do’
Chorus:
I’ma bring ya to ya asshole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin on that ass but still I see that you don’t hear me do’
(But you don’t hear me do’)
Bring ya to ya asshole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin on that ass but still I see that you don’t hear me do’
It’s time to fuck em up, here it comes, BLAST, nigga!
Thump to your chest and they comin out your ass, nigga
I grew apart, livin my life as a criminal
Niggas G to kill but still I see that you don’t hear me do’
So I’ma serve it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate
Hit the deck mate, call me Flipper when I checkmate
D-um divertin nine, Tre-9, full Glock, Glock
My Glock makin sounds and it don’t stop
So nigga pass the swisha quick
And I’ma blaze til the motherfucker burn me off my fingertips
Cos, see a nigga gotta saty high
I try to smoke til I can’t smoke and then I won’t smoke
But still I got my fingers on my shit
And click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead, bitch!
You tried to test the wrong nigga, be a tested
Straight from St.Paul but clockin G’s down in Texas
Some think I’m talk cos I play it cool
But I ain’t the average motherfucker, I do the shit that niggas won’t do
Huh, like pistol whip a woodie for his bank
Then after that I gate and grab his bitch and do the same thang
And I will pain up the asshole
Collectin grips on my drips as I stroll but you don’t hear me do’
Chorus
Ain’t no mistakin what I’m bringin, you motherfuckers still ain’t had
Enough
So I’ma continue to break you off for proper ass chunk
May it be 9, may it be a gauge, may it be a shank
Any way you come I’m in your motherfuckin shit, mate!
Huh, a nigga bustin caps, smokin fires
Quick to bring it to your ass and keep on goin til your ass die
And it ain’t no runnin down dem backstreets
Cos I got slugs to catch em with Carl Lewis on the track meet
Huh, and still you wanna test a nigga so
Audi 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you don’t hear me do’
Chorus
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