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Eightball and MJG lyrics
Eightball and MJG lyrics
"Armed Robbery Lyrics"
It Shouldn't Take Too Long Lyrics
Too many times have I told you, feel your way If it's question of answers, then have your say Don't go giving me reasons, we all have a price And in that moment of indecision, you'll never understand why It shouldn't take too long, to set the thing moving It shouldn't take too long, so long as you believe it It shouldn't take too long, (to get what you want) Forget the popular notion, lead the way You've never known what you wanted until today Through fire and water, you, you can survive To make
Too many times have I told you, feel your way If it's question of answers, then have your say Don't go giving me reasons, we all have a price And in that moment of indecision, you'll never understand why It shouldn't take too long, to set the thing moving It shouldn't take too long, so long as you believe it It shouldn't take too long, (to get what you want) Forget the popular notion, lead the way You've never known what you wanted until today Through fire and water, you, you can survive To make
MJG)
Now I was clicking out my barrel just to see if it was loaded
checking out it's bullets just to make sure it won't explode this
hand around of the handle of my snub no skill
I must be for real in the procedure for a kill
stood around the corner while I cased out the bank
busted in the door and stuck the guard wit' a shank
ran up to the counter pull the gun out wit' the quickness
shot the bank teller so it wouldn't be a witness
fled out the door with the money in my left hand
still in my right hand running like a wild man
ran to the hide-a-way knowing they was after me
burned out my id stole a jeep Cherokee
couldn't be late for my trip to Jamaica
heading to the river skeeming up on how to take a
boat from a victim, rush right up and stick him
with a sharp object making sure that I get him
put it to the river, see, nervous as a lunatic
jumped out of the veichle as borrowed me a boat quick
jumped on with the gun, soughter on the break and run
shot with the gat, in the
Flavor Of The Week Lyrics
She paints her nails And she don't know He's got her best friend on the phone She'll wash her hair His dirty clothes And all he gives to her And he's got posters on the walls Of all the girls he wish she was And he means everything to her Her boyfriend He don't know anything about her He's too stoned Nintendo I wish that I could make her see She's just the flavor of the week It's Friday night She's all alone He's a million miles away She's dr
back, like in Vietnam She paints her nails And she don't know He's got her best friend on the phone She'll wash her hair His dirty clothes And all he gives to her And he's got posters on the walls Of all the girls he wish she was And he means everything to her Her boyfriend He don't know anything about her He's too stoned Nintendo I wish that I could make her see She's just the flavor of the week It's Friday night She's all alone He's a million miles away She's dr
quickly making waves in the river as I ran fast
got a mile in the boat ran out of gas
oh no Joe! the cops can't get me...
I?ll never be wanted for armed robbery
(Eightball)
On the other side of town
moving quickly rolling swiftly in da hoopty ride
loading up the nine cause there just my be a homicide
MJG know the plan so the shit is on
by the time 5-0 come we'll be through and gone
got to the area, stop then took a glance
puttin' on the ski mask, stuffing the gat in my pants
where I saw the right on time, now it's time for the crime
do the crime waste no time then I?m going to get mine
waited for the door to open shot the first trick I saw
then shot the other fool I ain't thinking 'bout no law
jumped in the truck put the pedal to the medal
then fired up a square man doing about 1-10
looking in my rear-view 5-0 everywhere
messing up my plans with them helicopters in the air
headed for the airport, wait I see a road block
hit the ga
Wilderness Lyrics
(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis) From the album wilderness Come along and sing A song you knew before Come along and sing Once more Come along and live A life you knew before Come along and live Once more [c.w. and backup singers] Wake with me and feel the misty blue dawn Come hear the wild bird sing her mornin' song See the sun that only wilderness sees Then walk with me and let your heart run free Come on along and chase the wind on
s even harder fool I ain't gonna stop (c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis) From the album wilderness Come along and sing A song you knew before Come along and sing Once more Come along and live A life you knew before Come along and live Once more [c.w. and backup singers] Wake with me and feel the misty blue dawn Come hear the wild bird sing her mornin' song See the sun that only wilderness sees Then walk with me and let your heart run free Come on along and chase the wind on
crash through the road block they ain't gonna get me yet
J-Smooth waiting at the airport with a private jet
jumped out of the truck with fast P?s right behind my ass
running trying to shoot my nine holding bags full of cash
jumped on the jet now we set to hit the runway
took to the air yea I got away scott-free
fired up a Mac j P?s didn't catch me
countin all my money from a strong armed robbery...
(MJG)
You thank it's over but it ain't
cause I can't get caught by authority
the camera at the bank got me ganked so they know it's me
reached for artillery, put the shank in my mouth
dove off the boat to the river and I bailed out
swam like a fish greeted land with a kiss
did I hit or did I miss well it goes like this
I put the money in the spot
took the clothes that I got
tied them up in the bag same place I put the mask
changed clothes in between spots
hands, spot-C
the designated area we call spot-B
see I can't be broke so I come up with a plan
the man, money soon in they hand
get over get up and jet
bounce the set
the longer u stay the quicker you get arrested
MJG testing his strategy..
wit' a slick armed robbery
(Eightball)
Flying through the air on my way to Jamaica
thinking about why I took the money for the faka
me living poor and wishing to be richer
and me like Picasso I had to paint a picture
of people dying rapidly, trying to imprison me
just because I took a little money in a robbery
landed in Jamaica chilling with the dreads
smoking on the gunja messing with my head
the feds came behind me hit me with a billy club
I fell to the ground, turned around pumping slugs
jumped up quick, ditched the gun as I ran away
ran to the hills where I hid for a few days
no, I?m not the one that they will catch soon
bought me a palace in the hills wit' a hundred rooms
I got the money, got the women, got the B-U-D
I plead guilty to armed robbery