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is what you get These things I do I don't regret [Chorus:] Gettin' loaded Every fuckin' time Getting loaded Loaded down Under my skin like a rose tattoo This rose
Cause we've been misled for the longest Time to rise up and gather our strongest Brothers and sister, Mrs. and Misters He rose and she rose, we'll take
Minister Mach, this my sermon for the evenin' Thank the Lord for the wise words who receivin' Don't eva go against the code It's the Black Moses in Da
Rose and chronic smelly while stumbling out the telly Im so fly Im so ferry and the way I flow is very ginsu or machete, way my pencil move his deadly
spit I'm locked and loaded I'm ready I'm heavy lyrics so steady this for the block Big homie bout To get it mayn It's time to get it my nigga my villains
and clean! Back on the scene! - Crispy and (SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE!) [Royce Da 5'9" (Dres):] Slaughterhouse family - ridin' like a taxi And yeah! - I'm like Dres - I am like the "Black
and clean Back on the scene Crispy and Slaughterhouse! [Royce da 5'9:] Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black
[Music: v. Rose Words: R. Rose] You see the anger burnin' in my eyes. Past the breakin' point, sick of your lies. Promises made, then quickly broken
with my true spit I'm locked and loaded I'm ready I'm heavy lyrics so steady this for the block Big homie bout To get it mayn It's time to get it my nigga
AND CLEAN BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND SLAUGHTERHOUSE! [Royce da 5'9] Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black
it was Clark Kent No time for the weak games the renegade freaks play Follow the rules, old school, fuck a cliche I'm to the point ain't no time to waste
bread 'Cause we've been misled for the longest Time to rise up and gather our strongest Brothers and sisters, Mrs. and Mr. He rose and she rose, we'
sonny, you're drunk! So whatchu tryin to tell me officer? You tryin to tell me that that machine, tell me I'm drunk man? Somethin wrong with that machine That machine
child hosing sims Put the heroin in Queens Put pops freeman on in the early seventies I sat in rooms with money machines Drugs sitting 3 feet off of
M, the N, the O, the P, the Q, the R, the S, the T, the U The V, W, X, Y, Z, it's bullshit to me Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
got strip, scars, and bars (Baby: They say Mac) Man I'ma whole lot richer since tha for life scence Went countin myself, to a money machine I'ma get till