Damn, why they want to stick me for my paper? They want the deeds to my fruit of labor Every time I turn around Lawsuits put a lean on a king crown Ten million was the last check Devil wanna deal a nigga death or debt They want to own every thing I own

Turn all the lights on! A-a-a-a-a-a-a a-ah A-a-a-a-a-a-a I need some lights, it's way too dark Oh yeah I'm going in They need to turn up the lights Put your hands up if you're going hard Okay okay I'm with my friends Let the party begin

Standin' on the corner Of Toulouse and Dauphine Waitin' on Marie-Ondine I'm tryin' to place a tune Under a Louisiana moonbeam On the planet of New Orleans In a bar they call The Saturn And in her eyes of green And somethin' that she said in a dream

As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travelers, men of Willow Dale, emerge from the forest shadow. Fording the River Dawn, they turn south, journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer. Even now the intensity of his

(Chicka) No! Ladies in the club like Whoa! (Whoa) Turn a nigga down like Oh! (no!) We open up they mind like yo (yo) Cause, you can't touch me T-M-Royce 5

Cities full of hatred Fear and lies Withered hearts And cruel, tormented eyes Scheming demons Dressed in kingly guise Beating down the multitude And scoffing at the wise When they turn the pages of history

When I walk up in this bitch, they turn the lights out All the young niggas with me and they iced out I had to stack it up and get my mom a nice house I could've did the Wraith, instead I brought the bikes out This that "just got to a half a brick" music

Returning of the miracles It's my own requiem The jester's tears They are inside me Agony's the script for my requiem Is the script already written Jester's tears I cry Hallowed be the fatherland

Turn it up a little bit louder Turn it up I love this song Come on girl the world is ours Let's do something right or wrong Let's go live it Ain't no time for wasting time Days like these they go by way too fast Yeah, days like these you wanna make them

Rain, rain, rain Take away my darkest days Take this hand of sorrow Return me for I feel they're here to stay Divided soul Of a troubled man The final fight The final need to understand These tangled roots