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Trycthshoth

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Hey basketball man I'm seeing you to miss that shot Oh you know the one the baseball shot, the 40 pointer? You're playing with the chicago snikes Oh, you're trying to do on them like A spain, a dootieround or something like that But you're not very good It's 40 seconds left you're throwing it Fast to the basket It maises and all the ladies don't want to Are not wanting to talk to you anymore Your mother forgot your name You're not very good at this baseball but We are going to tell you how to put it in the basket everytime It's called the trychshothe, listen Little bit left, twist, shoot! Little bit left, twist, shoot! Little bit left, twist, shoot! That's how you do a trychshothe Little bit left, twist, shoot! Little bit left, twist, shoot! Little bit left, twist, shoot! That's how you do a trychshothe Oh so you're making the shot Not bad Oh what? Now the ladies are wanting to saix you again? And the San Diego Crowtchers are asking you to play for them? You don't have to thank me but You know now how to do a trychshothe like this Little bit left, twist, shoot! Little bit left, twist, shoot! Little bit left, twist, shoot! That's how you do a trychshothe Little bit left, twist, shoot! Little bit left, twist, shoot! Little bit left, twist, shoot! That's how you do a trychshothe! Little bit left and twist and shoot(repeat) Little bit left, twist, shoot! Little bit left, twist, shoot! Little bit left, twist, shoot! That's how you do a trychshothe! Little bit left, twist, shoot! Little bit left, twist, shoot! Little bit left, twist, shoot! That's how you do a trychshothe mother besh!

Shoot 'em Up, Shoot 'em Down

CRASH TEST DUMMIES "I Don't Care That You Don't Mind"
I shot an ol' bottle with my favorite gun just last night It shattered and the sound made me feel like the king I am The neighbors all heard and got scared Thought it was a gunfight But hell, it was fun, so I did it again 'Cause that's the kinda king I am I shoot 'em up, I shoot 'em down I shoot the lost, I shoot the found And if there's someone I can't find Well, then I shoot 'em in my mind I turned on the radio and listened to the ol' songs playin' And things started feelin' good and right again So I shot up a crow in a tree after dinner this evenin Its good to keep yer trigger finger nimble, I'll tell you what, my friend I shoot 'em up, I shoot 'em down I shoot the lost, I shoot the found And if there's someone I can't find Well, then I shoot 'em in my mind I shot my daddy in the arm, with morphine He said he never felt so good in all his goddamn life So I shot him up just once more, fer good measure He never woke up, and ever since, it's been a mighty peaceful life I shoot 'em up, I shoot 'em down I shoot the lost, I shoot the found And if there's someone I can't find Well, then I shoot 'em in my mind

Midnight

ICE-T "O.G. Original Gangster"
Midnight chillin' at A.M P.M. Coolin' drinkin' apple juice In Evil's BM The sound's up loud To attract attention rmoraled tires On a lowered suspension Nardi to steer with Alpine deck was glowin' Bumpinn' Big Daddy And the nigga was definitely flowin' I was ridin' shotgun Donald and Hen in back Look thru the tint recognized a jack Two brothers strolled up Talkin' bout get out Donald D blazed Shot one fool thru his fuckin' mouth Why would they step When they know we're strapped I never cruise L.A. Without a Gat in my lap The other fool shot Caut the E in the shoulder blade I busted thru the ca door That's where the nigga laid Hen jumped out Dropped two nines in his forehead Evil was bleedin' bad The car seats were turnin' red Looked to my left There were two more carloads Niggas in hats and hoods In an attack mode And they hadn't yet begun to fight E hit the gas It was one past midnight! We boned down Vernon Right on Normandie Left on Florence Gettin' thru the E.T.G.'s Spun out on Vermont Made a left on Colden Right on Hoover E where we goin' He didn'T even answer that Checked the reaar view They were still out back Where were these brothers from What made these brothers come Bang! our back window Was removed by a shotgun Now Hen G was shot Don caught a ricochet These motherfuckers was ill They didn't come to play Bust a right turn, parked and then we got left Hid in the the bushes Shot the gas tank to fake death But would this really Keep them psyched Three of us bleedin' It was ten past midnight! I really didn't like How this shit was goin' down Wrong night, wrong time Wrong fuckin' part of town Ya see we was deep In the Hoover's hood Three niggas bleedin' That shit don't look good! See over there red don't go Some places red's all they know But not our luck Tonight we was real fucked Borke down an alley And we instantly had to duck Fuckin' police on a gang sweep No time to deal with one time So we had to creep Broke thru a back yard Ran thru a vacant lot E, Hen and Don kept up To be some niggas shot Shit was gettin' craazy So I had to get busy Hen was bleedin' worse And Evil was gettin' dizzy Looked in a parking lot I needed a snatch bar Had to hot wire So I moved on an old car It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do Started it up And scooped my whole crew Two blocks later We saw fuckin' blue lights The pigs were behind us It was half past midnight! When they pulled us over Shit got worse I waited till they got out And then I hit reverse Fucked 'em up, I seen one cop fall Threw it in gear, yo I'm outty yall Don't know how But somehow we got away Lost the jackers, the cops Dumped the G.T.A. Made it back to the hood Fixed the crew up And even though Evil's car blew up We made it home and then I crashed out Thinkin' bout my all-night death bout Then somethin' woke me up From my dark sleep The sound of fuckin' police When they're tryin' to creep Broke thru my door With no goddamn warning Looked at my watch It was six in the mornin'!

Guns For Hire

AC/DC "Flick Of The Switch"
The word is out That I'm about And I've come gunning for you I'm a real entertainer A mischief maker A lover of no fixed abode Quick draw on the floor No law give you more Sweet talker, lover of sin You are what you got You get what you want Look out woman - I got guns for hire Shoot you with desire The guns for hire Shoot you with desire I'm a wanted poster A needed man Running right across the land I'm a smooth operator A big dictator Gonna mark you with my brand My gun's for hire Shoot you with desire Got gun's for hire Shoot you with desire (Quick draw on the floor, big shot) Hot to trot, big shot Take a lot Never get the drop on me I'm a real entertainer Mischief maker Lover in seven languages CHORUS My gun's for hire Shoot you with desire This gun's for hire Shoot you with desire Shoot you with desire Shoot you with desire A gun's for hire Shoot you with desire What you get, but shot You can't get the drop on me, girl

Jerk Chicken

ACTION BRONSON "Dr. Lecter"
[Action Bronson:] From the Colosseum Block to the Island, "What the blood clot?" Stay designing, always wiling, and we puff pot Queens to Brooklyn, no lies, give 'em 'nought shot Chicken been getting jerked before your little nuts dropped You know the mantra, Tyson in (El Fonta[?]) The i-tal jockey keep me fucking like a monsta' Her landing strip is red like hair that's on Tatanka I'm steady diving in chocolate like Willy Wonka I take a knee and shoot a duck in the air Five minutes, I'm making stuffing filled with truffles and pears I'm lapping "Go," while you only move a couple of squares But still take out some time to do some drugs in the stairs "Freeze! Lay on your stomach," what the popo said My team selling the patties, getting cocoa bread Babylon, them have to catch me, burn up on the irie! Never die, I'ma give it to you my way! Yo, peace to the chicken spot, peace to patty spot Peace to the types of spot that Veggie Castle dready spot The dollar van, the Wallabe and Reggie spot And if a coward wanna rump I give him seven shots [Hook x2:] (Y'all won't test we[?]), I'm in the corner puffing Marley Got the knife inside the booth, hoping they don't shoot Cuz I don't want to hurt nobody, Ow [Maffew Ragazino:] Ay, ya no wan' rump with the senior Who lean like he mixed Jamaican rum and tequila Trail a load of hoes from Kingston and Montego Keep dick hard like Rottweiler Mandingo Bob Marley ganja, stuffed up in the fanta Pass dutchie towards San Fransisco Where your nephew bout to bounty kill a punaani Hoes know the movado! Lick a shot for (windsweep[?]) I am living dangerously, Barrington Levy Make the girl wine like Beenie "Sim Simma" Keys to my new bitch bimma, her name Serena Rastafarian reefer got me feeling so irie, tranquil and leisure Berry salmon and jerk chicken Oxtail, gravy on white rice and fried plantain [Outro]

S.O.S.

WU-TANG CLAN "The Swarm"
Shoot em On Sight Sight Sight [3x] Shoot em On Sight Sight Sight [overlaps INS talking] [Inspectah Deck] Another mission, Street Life, gun talk, Sir I Don't push me, because I'm close to the edge Livin on this thin line, I know the ledge Allegience I pledge strictly to my comittee Way above the law, we soar the inner city My crime pays, deep in the metro, nines blaze Shorties watchin plus adoptin my ways In the PJ's, the heat blaze and beats raid Can't see the cage but can't leave the Streets Of Rage [Street Life] It's a Shoot On Sight fair, warfare prepared Arm yourself beware, hardware tear through your flesh and bones bear Witness stand clear Flash the Wu-sign to see if my comrades is in here PLO began this, ninety-nine bananas Wu extravaganza, cops scandals and guns, a S.O.S. Prepare for the slug fest, unusual suspect disconnet your outfit It's a dead-end Street, I play for keeps release, shots through your fleece Retreat, delete you from the crime spree [Chorus] Shoot em On Sight Sight Sight [2x] [overlaps entire chorus] When you got beef wit one time-S.O.S. When you standin on the front line-S.O.S. Niggas wanna steal your sunshine-S.O.S. When it comes time to do or die-S.O.S. For the five-oh that brutalize-S.O.S. Before you try suicide-S.O.S. [Street Life] Street chronicle, wise words by the abominal High honorable, rap quotable phenomenal Seniority kid, I speak for the minority Ghetto poverty fuck the housing authority Not to be idolized, I deal wit grand larceny Money laundaring, auto theft, and armed robbery Ninety-nine regimine torment your resident Street intelligence child, KillaHill pedestrian Sucker for love-ass, niggas catch a gay-bash Slim-Fast from the gun blast burner, I last The S-T-R, double E-T, own a Desert E Keep it closely, I feed off envy and foul energy Your best friend's your worst enemy Thug therapy until they bury me, it's do or die tonight Shoot out a street light, bleak life Aim at your windpipe, squeeze tight [Inspectah Deck] In the parking lot, parked in a dark spot The specialist wit one shot been at the drop Your Highness INS, darts catch your body Feds got me on watch wit nuttin yet to charge me I strike quick, movin on the night shift Rollin wit those who been the same likeness Where I come from the blast make your ears go numb Trust no one cuz murderers range old to young And death don't discriminate, to choose your fate Shot wit hypedermic sword wit the trey-eight Gotta hold your weight, there's no escape from the mayhem I'm livin for now but tryin to make it to the a.m. Creepin in the hallways, we always on barrow Calico crept close to over cash flow The neighborhood watch, the skunks in my sock got me rocked But keep my eyes on the shot clock [Chorus]

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