you know how my dudes do We wear masks so you can't tell, who's who And for the cash, we'll blast at you dudes too Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head
honey bun. 'cause phony faggots I froze, it's a fact, I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows. L is the rebel type, I'm rough as a metal pipe
ball The triple walls of fisher wants to miss the fall Offence, see the coffin Often I fell at the doorstop coughin' I heard the pipe organ (Cough)
York in East London or import Stronger currents than my brains runnin' rapid Hereditary practice pierce hoes through metal jackets War commander, niggas get caught up in the exhaust pipe
got your chronic there too? All tha time Might not know how to read and right, but I do know Arm and Hammer If the screen from a tweaker's pipe turns
n. Trunk sound'n like , King Kong and Godzilla, back there thump'n. All we do is drink, and get high and petal and push! Organic weed, mystery weed, just
blowing Always the population growing And the money owing And the sunlight streaming And the natives steaming I like the island Manhattan Smoke on your pipe
all the windows I let a cold dark wind blow through. I play loud organ music and I talk to myself and dream of you. uh oh! I hear voices coming Rough the pipes
Rock of ages cleft for me It was a stylish congregation you could see, they'd been around And they had the biggest pipe organ of any church in town But
Yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequences Count up my blessings, add up my weapons Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose Sling do my thing organize
couple Have given up on romance altogether How that perfect one could come undone Looks like love's in for a run of nasty weather Lines are down, streets are redded Pipes
on PCP They threw me in my bathtub where I lie in blood These homies must be thinking I live the life of a thug They full of hate Beating me with pipes
hang And if not then let me do my thang Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro Spent Spanish wisdoms in a whip with Dinero Crime organized like the pharaoh
words and music by Arlo Guthrie This next song we're going to dedicate to a great American organization. Tonight I'd like to dedicate this to our boys
than . . . The Mighty & Majestic Albert Hall Pipe Organ! Guy In The Audience: Right! FZ: You understand that you won't be able to hear the organ once
that rollercoaster's ready to drop And your braggin', how you wasn't even scared Well baby you know I just love the sound Of that pipe organ on the merry
(No doubt baby) Rubies and neck fatigues, Fort Knox and the N.Y.C. (It's only right) New York inspire rhymes, like a Flush crime And organize wit the
we're stuck to the sack, How high? It's the Kola, We got no map and forgot to pack a back pack, A living organism material and organic, Vanac's animal
