Saturday Night Down South

This ain't nothing but a little bitty town. Roll up the sidewalks everything's shut down. Down on the corner they're still hanging around. 'Cause it's Saturday night down south.

Sidewinder

Saddle Tramp

Well you pass around the pipe and you all get high. You never even stop and wonder why. Maybe it's because you wanna die. Maybe it's just the way things have to be.

Straight Like That

I'll murder you...you...and you. Don't give a fuck about you..you.... . [Chorus: ]. It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga. Straight like that. We club, shoot, stab, sell crack.

Stick You

[Intro - conversation with Capone in the background]. [Noreaga]. Yo, yo - you got that shit? Let me see that. (It's right here, yo). Look - look, son! That's the second time that nigga did that, yo!.

Stompdashitoutu

[Noreaga]:. Thugged out Millitainment. "Def Jam Vendetta". We comin' at ya'll. Straigh to the STREETS.... Yeah, we have the M.O.P. shit. - the M.O.P. shit.

Stay Tuned

Uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh. It's a Queens thing. (Uhh, uhh). Too fly, word up. . Khadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug Paradise. No doubt, check me out, yeah, yeah.

Supper Possitive

満員電車の中 皆かなり不機嫌. お腹空いてるし OMG！. 痴漢も怖いし OMG！. . 漏れてくる携帯の MUSIC. 自己中な SOUND マジ下げて. Whachu Want Want Want. Whachu Wanna Say えっ！舌打ち？！. . We Can Be Togeｔher We Can Be.

Sirens

Undone dreams. Where can I obtain them?. Keep your vengeance defined. And trust inspired. To reach or die. . Bring me. A follower with taste of the Earth.

Suburbia

Sentimental Background Instrumental

Suicide Squad

Steal My Wave (now You Wanna Surf)

Strong

Morning is comin'. But I can't see the sun. You say "Don't be scared. Let your emotions flow". You're sparkling in the sky. Your light will guide me home.

Spit It Out

Today I wake up but the night's not over yet. This hell I'm in seems not to change at all. I gave you control but I realize now. How fucked we are, with no compromise.

Start Again

Start again. . Take some time and learn to breathe. And never stop believin'. You gotta keep on fightin'. Looking back, you're paralyzed. And even if you cry again.

Stress Freestyle

Same Dream

Stitches

Every hour is a season. every minute lasts a day. so i sit here picking stitches. i find comfort in decay. . how i long to fill my lungs. . so tell me how does it feel to.

Sons Of Apathy

A notion cold as the night air. Starts within in my head. Spreads like ink right through my veins. All of our kings are dead. I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate.