hood but never a Bible hymn And as the streets keep tyin in Until the Feds indict the fans just for buyin in, where's the violin? [Chorus] [Swifty McVay
's on, then it's on, bring it on What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future To
her sister's hair on fire, And as the smoke and flame rose high'r, Danced around the funeral pyre, Playin' a violin, -olin, Playin' a violin. She weighted
Nigga, you betta drink half a gallon of Shaolin Before you pluck the strings of my violin My life is orchestrated, like London symphony Concentrated,
her teachers Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius It was amazing the way she could play the violin It made it hard for people to believe
I should go to drastic measures Steal enormous works of art Write a piece for eighteen violins It's no march But it's a start Rub their eyes and wake
There's a shoulder where death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was
know how much a Fifty piece orchestra costs (Ready, boys) Wait a minute, you don't need A fifty piece orchestra to play for Oh, how we love to go for
what I'm about I'm ready for whatever [?] did shout Some hoes think we made from mud But I know, It's muscle and blood Grab your piece like Nick and
how an atom works. Or...or looks even, for that matter... [Andy:] ok. [David:] ...and so....and so that's why it was appropriate for the cover, you
This is the sound of the world's smallest violin I've seen worse than the worst trouble you've been in You're the greatest sufferer that almost never
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was
the illusions Of Breathing Kill the violins metal screams Coming from rendering minds Regretted edition of life in the exile Is offered for sewing
've waited all my life for this moment! my heart is fluttering! if only I could submit myself on approval, for a limited time only...to ...to that nasty
I haven't ambitions for lofty positions That wind up with the wealth of the land I'll give you the throne that a king sat on For just a small baton Providing
s on, then it's on, bring it on What the fuck you waitin for? C'mon, let's get it on What? What's takin you so long? I got plans for the future to bring
dosage You could find me at brighton beach or coney island Or rikers island My crack pipe is my violin I play along to the police siren My eyes squint looking for
By George Harrison and Mal Evans FOR YOU AND ME, BABE, IT'S TIME THAT WE PART, AND BETWEEN YOU, BABE, I GAVE YOU MY HEART, FOR THESE FEW MOMENTS,