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Religious leaders rabbis allegedly acted like ‘crime bosses’

  • Posted on August 9, 2011 at 2:05 pm

www.youtube.com american-liquidators-gang.blogspot.com www.defeatthedebt.com New Jersey DA: Religious leaders allegedly acted like ‘crime bosses’-Ha’aretz – Natasha Mozgovaya – ‎20 minutes ago‎ The rabbis, including two synagogue leaders, are suspected of organizing a money-laundering network that allegedly worked through charities in Deal New York rabbis had Israeli money connection Pakistan News – ‎1 hour ago‎ The rabbis were arrested in the US on Friday, allegedly in connection with a money laundering scam and trafficking in human organs. New Jersey’s Jewish Brooklyn man accused of buying, selling kidneys 东莞市- ‎15 hours ago‎ Rosenbaum was arrested in a sweeping federal case that began as an investigation into money laundering and trafficking in kidneys and fake designer bags. … New York Times Sephardic Jews Developed Haven on the Jersey Shore New York Times – Kareem Fahim, Ann Farmer – ‎22 hours ago‎ At lavish summer cottages, garden parties raised money for the favorite charities of residents, predominantly Irish Catholics and Ashkenazic Jews who …

GZA & RZA & Shyheim Ft. Superb – Crime Story (With Lyrics)

  • Posted on July 24, 2011 at 2:51 pm

Album: Manchild Lyrics: Intro: Superb (Shyheim)] Yo.. yo, yo, yo, yo (Crime Story, the title, I gotta get it however, whenever) All my niggas know (whoever, wherever) They live the streets Never go down! Never go down! (Follow me up one time like my man Poppy Da, you know?) I’m wit you son! I’m wit you! [Shyheim (Superb)] Time for some action, it was June first, me and my Co’ we ran up on a check-casher on Tonka’s and raw, I told her “Tell it on that, funny with the money cuz the money ain’t yours We got twenty hostages, I’m ready to die for this!” Squig said, “She movin too slow, I’m ready to pop this bitch!” Then he shot the bitch, and we had to move quick Grab the cash money and foodstamps and jetted towards the whip Jump started the vehicle, drove a block or two Looked in the rearview, noticed the boys in blue Then I bust a u-turn, you could smell the rubber burn I dusted ‘em like a wet bag of sherms (AHHH!) Went Uptown, slowed down and made a left at the light Started flowin, unboared, then she lept (STOP! STOP! STOP!) Up in front of 27th warrant, we ran up in the buildin Bid with two duffle bags but at least I had it big (We came off!) Ran up in the crib, shut the door, the sweat started pourin That’s when I heard the sirens roarin (Yo, fuck the sirens, son we came off, we blastin Any nigga come in here we comin through, ah like…) [Chorus: Superb] We do the same shit in my projects Loungin, listenin to Flex, just thinkin of crime In the hard times, niggas I know

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

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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