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Baby, I got a problem Don't know what to do Baby, I got a problem I don't know what to do Can't find no words to describe you, woman None I got will do
be rich nigga Gimme money Gimme racks Gimme money Gimme racks Gimme money Gimme racks Gimme money Gimme racks Gimme money Gimme racks Gimme money Gimme racks
society based on limits instead of responsability. I promise myself i want fall back until i thread a rope around their greasy necks. They're keeping me on the rack
Baby, I can see it in encochs eyes Baby, I can see it in encochs eyes Baby, I can see it in encochs eyes Baby, I can see it in encochs eyes Baby, I can
Don't beg don't plead don't even try I've met the rack it's time to die [Repeat Chorus] Tied, gagged, and broken separation is complete The rack
? Racks On Racks On Racks He Got Racks On Racks On Racks We Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaacks (Leh Go) I Got I Got Racks On Racks On Racks She Got Racks
a master" Rack ?®em up Rack ?®em up Yea, rack ?®em up Rack ?®em up, rack ?®em up Til' the day he was gone, they said it all day long rack ?®em
blood and pain Iron is glowing in pits of fire Instruments of the insane The Rack: Altar of blood The Rack: Altar of pain Suffocate in blood Bones pulverized
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GOT RACKS NO RACKS ON RACKS MONEY STAND TALL LIKE SAQU
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At the moment of sacrifice let no blood be spilled At the moment of sacrifice let no blood be spilled Rescue his non-aggression Stand him on the T of
incurable When all the branches stroke my hair Like your fingers do As if they could make me forget, but I can't walk back I hear another racking call
you was a grade A fool there was a guy down there who used to shoot a little pool Rack 'em up till the day he was dead that all they ever said Rack 'em
Rick rack, rickety rack See the train go along the track When I grow up I want to be an engine driver But if I can't be that I'll be a deep sea diver.