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The Last Shanty – Celtic Connection (With GBS) – Lyrics ,

  • Posted on August 3, 2011 at 11:21 am

Well my father often told me when I was just a lad, A sailors life was very hard, The food was always bad. But now I’ve joined the navy am abord a Man o’ war, Now I found a sailor aint a sailor anymore. Don’t haul on the ropes, Don’t climb up the mast, If you see a sailing ship it might be your last. Get your Civvis aready for another run ashore, A sailor aint a sailor aint a sailor anymore. Well the killy cover mess says we have it soft, it wasn’t like that in his day, when we were up aloft. We like our bunks and sleeping bags,whats a hammok for? swinging from the deck head or lying on the floor. Don’t haul on the ropes, Don’t climb up the mast, If you see a sailing ship it might be your last. Get your Civvis aready for another run ashore, A sailor aint a sailor aint a sailor anymore. Well they gave us an engine that first went up and down, then with more technology the engine went around. We now steam and desil but whats it mainly for? A stoker aint a stoker with a shovel anymore. Don’t haul on the ropes, Don’t climb up the mast, If you see a sailing ship it might be your last. Get your Civvis aready for another run ashore, a sailor aint a sailor aint a sailor anymore. Well they gave us a norestump so we could do it right, they gave us a radio we signal day and night. We know our code and cypher so whats the semaphore? A bump n glass a dozen aint a toss anymore. Don’t haul on the ropes, Don’t climb up the mast, If you see a sailing ship it might be your last. Get your …

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Cormega feat Mobb deep-Crime connection

  • Posted on July 24, 2011 at 11:04 pm

An ill track by Cormega feat. Mobb deep. Crime connection lyrics Stupid…can’t fuck with this (I know) Bring your whole team kid. Yea dunn [Verse 1- Havoc] Yo, I love my niggas for that We strike back, handle business Test the realist, stay focused And keep the, enemy near us Niggas is careless, slippin up Switchin up teams, crossin over And gettin stuck for they cream Frontin like they skills, it superb Got the nerve, to get knocked the Fuck out, then kicked to the curb That’s for you and your whole click You roll thick, more the better, so like A dick bitch you gettin whipped, shitted on Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take your thug off You had it on a bit too long, tuck your chain in Your gettin yaked, for you 14 karat slum gold cubic zirconian Ass having, talking ’bout it, being ’bout it You ain’t been doin it, so don’t start Matter fact, keep it moving When it’s on, accumulate like cancer cells With advanced sales, leave a snitch dead Son he can’t tell, like a Viking, we strikin Reconstructing maps, plantin QB flags Son we want to visualize picture, analyze Situate another occupation, in cardiac arrest State of mind, you must be out your motherfucking mind Put you out of misery, short your lifetime, expectancy Didn’t even reach 23, first class shot, special delivery No doubt you wanna lay it for at you, at your own crib Talk out the ass, at your own risk, it wont give one fuck Two mysterious Chevy trucks filled with black cats, crossin ya path That’s bad luck …

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Cormega & Mobb Deep – Crime Connection

  • Posted on July 23, 2011 at 5:23 pm

apologies for the bad audio quality and J-love shout outs Lyrics: Stupid…can’t fuck with this (I know) Bring your whole team kid. Yea dunn [Verse 1- Havoc] Yo, I love my niggas for that We strike back, handle business Test the realist, stay focused And keep the, enemy near us Niggas is careless, slippin up Switchin up teams, crossin over And gettin stuck for they cream Frontin like they skills, it superb Got the nerve, to get knocked the Fuck out, then kicked to the curb Thats for you and your whole click You roll thick, more the better, so like A dick bitch you gettin whipped, shitted on Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take your thug off You had it on a bit too long, tuck your chain in Your gettin yaked, for you 14 karat slum gold cubic zirconian Ass having, talking ’bout it, being ’bout it You ain’t been doin it, so don’t start Matter fact, keep it moving When it’s on, accumulate like cancer cells With advanced sales, leave a snitch dead Son he can’t tell, like a Viking, we strikin Reconstructing maps, plantin QB flags Son we want to visualize picture, analyze Situate another occupation, in cardiac arrest State of mind, you must be out your motherfucking mind Put you out of misery, short your lifetime, expectancy Didn’t even reach 23, first class shot, special delivery No doubt you wanna lay it for at you, at your own crib Talk out the ass, at your own risk, it wont give one fuck Two mysterious Chevy trucks filled with black cats, crossin ya path Thats bad luck …

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Cormega & Mobb Deep – Crime Connection

  • Posted on February 23, 2011 at 1:43 pm

apologies for the bad audio quality and J-love shout outs Lyrics: Stupid…can’t fuck with this (I know) Bring your whole team kid. Yea dunn [Verse 1- Havoc] Yo, I love my niggas for that We strike back, handle business Test the realist, stay focused And keep the, enemy near us Niggas is careless, slippin up Switchin up teams, crossin over And gettin stuck for they cream Frontin like they skills, it superb Got the nerve, to get knocked the Fuck out, then kicked to the curb Thats for you and your whole click You roll thick, more the better, so like A dick bitch you gettin whipped, shitted on Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take your thug off You had it on a bit too long, tuck your chain in Your gettin yaked, for you 14 karat slum gold cubic zirconian Ass having, talking ’bout it, being ’bout it You ain’t been doin it, so don’t start Matter fact, keep it moving When it’s on, accumulate like cancer cells With advanced sales, leave a snitch dead Son he can’t tell, like a Viking, we strikin Reconstructing maps, plantin QB flags Son we want to visualize picture, analyze Situate another occupation, in cardiac arrest State of mind, you must be out your motherfucking mind Put you out of misery, short your lifetime, expectancy Didn’t even reach 23, first class shot, special delivery No doubt you wanna lay it for at you, at your own crib Talk out the ass, at your own risk, it wont give one fuck Two mysterious Chevy trucks filled with black cats, crossin ya path Thats bad luck …

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