Exodus (Intro) - Lyrics - Exodus - Ja Rule

Title: Exodus (Intro)
Album: Exodus
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving D Lorenzo, Anthony Hawkins, Frederick Charle Hawkins, Jeffrey B Atkins, Veesee L Veasey, Seven Marcus Aurelius

Lyric:
In case you don?t know the call me Loc, short for L O K I
I?m speck for rule saying his last goodbye
This is Exodus, this been a hell of a ride
From Vinni Venni Vicci to Blood In His Eye

In the next plan in time I've seen the rock split
In the ride it?s as rough as the ride gets
And you know that they all want to murder The Inc
But they can?t kill us and now we got to finish these niggaz

And if finish it means murder
(Murder, murder, murder)
([Unverified])
So be it

Last that I recall, they tried to murder the God mimic my style
Then leave them in memory of
But smile, some memories lost, the new identity was born
And no, this ain't a movie, dog
This is murder
(Murder, murder, murder)
And you need a second for me

Yo Gotti, I make the hits, you just give me the nod
But the air play the gun, play from New York to L.A.
The S.K's will make these niggaz spin like Pirelli's
We had some good years but I?m tired and ya niggaz despierin'

And trying to put the dalce to the fire, it?s like an episode of the wire
The only difference is the vengeance is taking us in real life
Now, everybody wanna look at us and think twice
And point there fucking fingers like damn the bad guys

Y?all nigga?s don?t know, we them niggaz, man
Murder INC we done bin through it all done n seen it all
There ain't nothin' you can tell me, nigga
I just wanna let y'all know man I've been through so many things

N if it wasn't for the way I live life
Would a nigga pray every night to Christ?
Jesus I'm just asking
'Coz my prayers never seem to get answered

Ma mama didn't raise no bastard
I was born with the talent you can?t touch
I call magic, you call it music once it get remastered
I got with Gotti started makin' classics

It?s murder, it?s the courses of traffic
Trust was my only niggaz force of habit
At the time in the game everything was average
Pac catches die, big catches die
And my nigga had a plan to keep Def Jam alive

First he sign D then he sign me
Then he introduced Jay and the rest is history
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the misery
Reminiscin' the Spike Lee them was the school days
We graduated with A's

But these niggaz make you wanna bring out the AR's and AK's
And till they back up 'coz that what they gave us
When they read the vendikas and various papers
But no heart, no foul y'all, niggaz is funny style anyway
Now, we go hard shit till the edge

That?s a good question though, see I don't understand
Why they would think what they thinking about
It's just not the case though I love my niggaz that's all I'm guilty of
And that all that I ever was guilty of is the love for my niggaz

It's all good though I ain't stressing that shit man
Sometimes God has to put you through things
That bring out the best, very in who you are nigga

Sam said it to me, he said, "Sometimes greatness
Is not what you accomplish, it's what you overcome"
Still breathin', feel me?

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Exodus (Outro) - Lyrics - Exodus - Ja Rule

Title: Exodus (Outro)
Album: Exodus
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving D Lorenzo, Anthony Hawkins, Frederick Charle Hawkins, Jeffrey B Atkins, Veesee L Veasey, Seven Marcus Aurelius

Lyric:
In case you don?t know the call me Loc, short for L O K I
I?m speck for rule saying his last goodbye
This is Exodus, this been a hell of a ride
From Vinni Venni Vicci to Blood In His Eye

In the next plan in time I've seen the rock split
In the ride it?s as rough as the ride gets
And you know that they all want to murder The Inc
But they can?t kill us and now we got to finish these niggaz

And if finish it means murder
(Murder, murder, murder)
([Unverified])
So be it

Last that I recall, they tried to murder the God mimic my style
Then leave them in memory of
But smile, some memories lost, the new identity was born
And no, this ain't a movie, dog
This is murder
(Murder, murder, murder)
And you need a second for me

Yo Gotti, I make the hits, you just give me the nod
But the air play the gun, play from New York to L.A.
The S.K's will make these niggaz spin like Pirelli's
We had some good years but I?m tired and ya niggaz despierin'

And trying to put the dalce to the fire, it?s like an episode of the wire
The only difference is the vengeance is taking us in real life
Now, everybody wanna look at us and think twice
And point there fucking fingers like damn the bad guys

Y?all nigga?s don?t know, we them niggaz, man
Murder INC we done bin through it all done n seen it all
There ain't nothin' you can tell me, nigga
I just wanna let y'all know man I've been through so many things

N if it wasn't for the way I live life
Would a nigga pray every night to Christ?
Jesus I'm just asking
'Coz my prayers never seem to get answered

Ma mama didn't raise no bastard
I was born with the talent you can?t touch
I call magic, you call it music once it get remastered
I got with Gotti started makin' classics

It?s murder, it?s the courses of traffic
Trust was my only niggaz force of habit
At the time in the game everything was average
Pac catches die, big catches die
And my nigga had a plan to keep Def Jam alive

First he sign D then he sign me
Then he introduced Jay and the rest is history
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the misery
Reminiscin' the Spike Lee them was the school days
We graduated with A's

But these niggaz make you wanna bring out the AR's and AK's
And till they back up 'coz that what they gave us
When they read the vendikas and various papers
But no heart, no foul y'all, niggaz is funny style anyway
Now, we go hard shit till the edge

That?s a good question though, see I don't understand
Why they would think what they thinking about
It's just not the case though I love my niggaz that's all I'm guilty of
And that all that I ever was guilty of is the love for my niggaz

It's all good though I ain't stressing that shit man
Sometimes God has to put you through things
That bring out the best, very in who you are nigga

Sam said it to me, he said, "Sometimes greatness
Is not what you accomplish, it's what you overcome"
Still breathin', feel me?

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You'Ve Become A Habbit To Me - Lyrics - King of Blues: 1989 - B.B. King

Title: You'Ve Become A Habbit To Me
Album: King of Blues: 1989
Artist: B.B. King
Composer(s): Jerry Lynn Williams

Lyric:
Ain't no need to worry about it
Won't do you one bit of good
If you don't treat your baby
Treat your baby like you should

There's been a change in the weather
And it's so plain to see, so plain to see
Everybody's welcome to try
Try and get my airplane running
You're the only one can make it fly

You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit

Don't be listening to no jealous friends
When they start slinging mud
And don't let nobody come between
'Cause I've got you in my blood

I wanna start dealing, dealing
Dealing in reality, reality
I'm just trying to survive
And keep my head above the waterline
So i won't get buried alive

You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit

Not so very long ago
There was nothing you could say
That ever would
Have convinced me, darling

I couldn't turn and walk away
You got me stung out, baby
Stung out on the end of your line
Yeah, and the hook's in deep

Got the kind of love
Kind of love I wanna keep
Everybody's welcome to try
Try and get my airplane running
You're the only one can make it fly

You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit

"No matter how hard I try
I just can't break free
You've become a habit to me
'Cause you're my honey and I'm your bee
A habit to me", I said

"You've become a habit to me
Habit to me, habit to me"

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Devil Without A Cause - Lyrics - Devil Without A Cause - Kid Rock

Title: Devil Without A Cause
Album: Devil Without A Cause
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie, Kenny Olson, Lawrence Smith, Todd Shaw, Matthew Shafer, Jalil Hutchins

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Lyric:
You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits

Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin'
People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion

I'm a move mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And fuck all you hoes

'Cause it's been a long time comin'
But I finally broke like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed

No sell-out, I ain't no hoe
Fuck the radio comin' from the R O M E O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self made and paid and sawed off twelve gauges

Up that ass for the nine eight
(Nine eight)
Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
Seven years on wax comin' correct
Flat out you diss me punk, that's when I pull a strap out

And I get to buck, buck, bucking a fuck, fuck, fucking your hoes
'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, top dog, I'm the C E O
Role model, your motherfucking H E R O
My motto, 'Be cool, keep pimpin''

Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats
We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees

Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese
What the fuck's goin' on in the D
Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K I D
And it's all good I got love for my honkeys

We roll thick kick ass like donkeys
Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum

I'm going platinum
I'm going platinum
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Uh, devil, devil

Yeah, we come to party, so get down everybody
(Come on)
Yeah, we come to party

I went from St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and 700 dollar dinners
From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin' much respect from top record exec's

The cool Kid's comin' up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the dime, baby left to rot

Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want to claim their down
But when I was broke and down I never seen them around

All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you got a brand new team
No triple beams it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs, droptop and jacuzzi

No more fluzzies, only high class hoes
Couple when it rains and a few when it snows
A brand new nose to go along with my habit
And a garden hose made out of 24 karat

Bought a couple parrots that like to squawk
And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill 'em, doc
You're too old to kid, too soft to rock

Already did what most love shout
Seven years on wax and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all over you, test of time

I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Uh, devil, come on devil, uh, uh devil

Straight out of the streets of Taylor
Three foot high, ready to get fly, Joe C
I'm the J O E to the C, hoe
Call me Joe C, got more game than Coleco

I'm a freak hoe, call me sick
Three foot nine with a ten foot dick
The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick
And rake through kind like a bum through wine

It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead
Old as piss, but small as ass
Watch me pass smoke some hash
You're raking grass while I'm raking cash

High-ass voice like Aaron Neville
And I'm down with the devil

Say we like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party

You like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Uh, uh, come on, uh, uh, uh, uh

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Alive Out Of Habit - Lyrics - From Autumn To Ashes

Title: Alive Out Of Habit
Artist: From Autumn To Ashes
Composer(s): Scott Gross, Francis Mark, Benjamin Perri

Lyric:
In you I see further can it last forever?
Identify your patients, XY configurations
Words are lost in your eyes one thought inside my heart
Drop addicts in the mixture, falcons have blown the fixture
Think of me as days pass us by

Shards of glass skin of gold
Steal my breath blood runs cold
Violet waves oceans blue
All my love lost in you

In you I see further can it last forever?
Sinkhole that we would frequent white heels safe from extinction
Words are lost in your eyes one thought inside my heart
I said that I don't need you, but I'm a liar, I swear I do, I do

Strip away vanity
I do
Just as you consume me
I do

Broken smile starless sky
And I do
Save it all say goodbye

You're out in left field, and lacking interest
You fight the boredom it makes no difference
Your mental health kid, that's what's in question
Keep acting obscure, we'll keep them guessing

The moment ideas are conceived
Out of touch, obsolete
They're faking champions hand picked
And all the fights have been fixed

You wake to suffer through the day
Trade a dream for the pay
Well here's the fact I hope it sticks
You're just alive out of habit
Alive out of habit, alive out of habit

Shards of glass skin of gold
Steal my breath blood runs cold
Violet waves oceans blue
All my love lost in you

Strip away part of me
Just as you consume me
Broken smile starless sky
End it all say good-bye

[Incomprehensible]

Strip away part of me
Just as you consume me
Broken smile starless sky
End it all say good-bye

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Don'T Disrespect My Mind - Lyrics - Tha Smokin' Nephew - Baby Bash

Title: Don'T Disrespect My Mind
Album: Tha Smokin' Nephew
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Nathan Perez, Wilson Flores, Ronald Ray Bryant

Lyric:
Ghetto soldier, I'm representin' from that Houston
Second ward, thats be the place where I do my dirt
Kick in doors, sellin' dope, only my God knows
I have to do what I have to do, just to stay alive
I lost a friend, but God blessed me with some real niggaz
Hell is soft, I kept it real from the fuckin' start
I stay strapped, 'cause my neighborhood is so dirty
I kiss my grandma goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried

Pit bulls from my tierra that I call my home
It ain't much, but it's something I can call my own
I go to war at any times, at any place
Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face
I want your jades, your jackets, and your jewelry
What the fuck you on my block, if you ain't cool with me
You crossed the line, ain't no time to press rewind
I caught you slippin' 'cause I heard that you dropped a dime

On my perro, now he doin' twenty-five to life
Low G, now I got to earn another stripe
Ghetto star, greyhound is my fuckin' car
Ghetto clothes, but I'm feeling like I'm ghetto far

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika

A maggots gon' be a maggot, fagot's gon' be a fagot
But if they want some static, I got an automatic
This automatic, if I grab it
Sometimes it's tragic, causin havoc
Bullets blastin', but he had to have it from startin' racket
Looked at the wounded and all the graphic
The game is graphic, and the classic, in and out of traffic
Money stackin', by any means keep your gadget

And find a way to keep supporting my weed habit
I get my shit dirt cheap, the way I like it
You disrespect the clip, puto I get excited
My trigga finger get itchy, like I was Lionel Richie
A commodore, when I go to war
So get down so I can touch you quickly
No substitute for these thugs, who love to shoot and cut the loot
You fuckin' punk, that's why I don't fuck with you

Cock strong, pretty boy but don't get it twisted
A savage with this beat you want it mayne then come and get it
'Cause every blow has nothing but these bad intentions
So now you know baby bash keeps it gut wrenchin'

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika

Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika

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Buzz Buzz - Lyrics - Brian Setzer

Title: Buzz Buzz
Artist: Brian Setzer
Composer(s): Brian Setzer

Lyric:
Cruisin' 'round this hopeless town
Down the lovely streets of desire
You're my angel of mercy all dressed in white
And I'm a smokin' gun for hire

Takin' a walk on the wild side
Johnny's got a habit that he can't hide
Livin' life from high to high
When nighttime comes, you can hear him cry

Buzz buzz goes the needle
With each jolt of pain, I call out your name
Buzz buzz goes the needle
And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain

Day is night and night is day
Being alive just gets in the way
The twisting snake inside his brain
Whispers to him, "Time to kill the pain"

They told him opportunity was just around the corner
Well, he wore out his shoes tryin' to find that corner
He might just pick himself up again
Until it happens, until then

Buzz buzz goes the needle
With each jolt of pain, I call out your name
Buzz buzz goes the needle
And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain

He's not a new tattoo dedicated to you
As the ink and the blood mix with pain
It's a man on a white horse goin' nowhere
And the man has no face or no name

With the walls closin' in, he's runnin' for cover
He's spinnin' way out of control
He might just pick himself up again
Until it happens, until then

Buzz buzz goes the needle
With each jolt of pain, I call out your name
Buzz buzz goes the needle
And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain

Buzz buzz goes the needle
Each drop of blood is a token of love
Buzz buzz goes the needle
And I wait for a sign from above

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Between Us - Lyrics - Brendan Benson

Title: Between Us
Artist: Brendan Benson
Composer(s): Brendan Benson

Lyric:
Someday I'm content to stay at home
But other days I get restless I can't stand to be alone
Okay, I've been known to cry in my sleep
But dreams often show what you don't want to know
When you're awake you're not so deep

Could be a bad habit I need to break
Or some kind of sentiment that I could learn to fake
Maybe it's the devil in my ear
Averting his eyes and whispering lies
So that no one can hear

There isn't anything between us

Many times I listened to the things that people say
But many times I disagree and I see it a different way
Could say that it looks and tastes so real
But I wouldn't mind if I went blind
Maybe then I'd learn to feel

Yes man, I'm so glad to be alive
It's a beautiful day and my girl is okay
So we go out for a drive
Yes sir, I haven't felt my right in my head
There's no getting dressed when I get depressed
I don't want to leave my bed

There isn't anything between us

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(You'Ve Become) A Habit To Me - Lyrics - B.B. King

Title: (You'Ve Become) A Habit To Me
Artist: B.B. King
Composer(s): Jerry Lynn Williams

Lyric:
Ain't no need to worry about it
Won't do you one bit of good
If you don't treat your baby
Treat your baby like you should

There's been a change in the weather
And it's so plain to see, so plain to see
Everybody's welcome to try
Try and get my airplane running
You're the only one can make it fly

You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit

Don't be listening to no jealous friends
When they start slinging mud
And don't let nobody come between
'Cause I've got you in my blood

I wanna start dealing, dealing
Dealing in reality, reality
I'm just trying to survive
And keep my head above the waterline
So i won't get buried alive

You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit

Not so very long ago
There was nothing you could say
That ever would
Have convinced me, darling

I couldn't turn and walk away
You got me stung out, baby
Stung out on the end of your line
Yeah, and the hook's in deep

Got the kind of love
Kind of love I wanna keep
Everybody's welcome to try
Try and get my airplane running
You're the only one can make it fly

You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit to me
You've become a habit

"No matter how hard I try
I just can't break free
You've become a habit to me
'Cause you're my honey and I'm your bee
A habit to me", I said

"You've become a habit to me
Habit to me, habit to me"

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What Your Life Like 2 - Lyrics - Beanie Sigel

Title: What Your Life Like 2
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Alec Constandinos, M Jouveaux, D Grant, J Smith

Lyric:
When I was five years old, I realized it was a road
But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold
I seen a long cell block, the box, the hold
Six hundred fenced in - some innocent, some rotten souls
Some men with men - stop it, whoa
I ain't runnin up in shit but a broad on her back
Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out like +Shawshank+
With +Redemptions+, I got my mind on revenges
They tryin to kill me at the same time keep me alive
I'm movin out like Adebisi on +Oz+
With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm
Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the guard
Throw a crack a nigga turnin me in
Tryin to crack a nigga turnin me thin
Food soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards
With (?), in this prison life, what you livin like?

Can you tell me what you live like?
Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell like?
What's livin in hell like? Tell me do you eat right?
Do you even sleep right?
Yo, tell me what your life like
Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like?
Gettin no kites like, no flicks like
Make you wanna quit life

Them four letters is a motherfucker
That's forever like a motherfucker
Without a letter from a motherfucker?
It ain't even bout the cheddar from a motherfucker
Write a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker
Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a motherfucker
I can't believe I'm doin this bid for you motherfuckers
I'm down for another joker case
I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my poker face
On the block ready to POKE a face
I got an L goin around with a smokin case?
You steal the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft
I got it body half a block stolen DT vest
My rap sheet read three D abreast
Dangerous, duct tape daughters
I take to the street, like a duck take to water
Get your duck game in order
My bust game in order, I fluffs 'caine with water

Can you tell me what you live like?
Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell like?
What's livin in hell like? Tell me do you eat right?
Do you even sleep right?
Yo, tell me what your life like
Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like?
Gettin no kites like, no flicks like
Make you wanna quit life

That's fucked up, you bout to take your longest trip
And can't do shit, but suck it up, be strong and shit
Handcuffed, ankle to wrist, in back of the bus
Flashbacks of you back in the world
Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in back of your girl
Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin your crib
Thinkin bout who raisin your kids
Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib
6 30 In the morning, they kick your door in
Feds pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin
You unaware of what's goin on and
Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman
Told the law about the drops you make
How your clientele first started to escalate
Givin him keys to your crib, was your next mistake
At that dinner table, breakin out that extra plate
You can't turn a career addict off his coke habit
Put him on post with the toast that promote static
Back to the operation, they got you locked at the station
Fuck your back time, you worryin about what you facin
Heart racin, situation gettin scary
Old clients are showin up, at the preliminary
D.A. tryin to bury a nigga to Neveruary, 31st
God damn, that gotta hurt

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40 - Get Breaded - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Get Breaded
Artist: E
Composer(s): Kevin Gilliam, Joseph Cartagena, Earl Stevens, Todd Eric Gaither

Lyric:
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded

My penitentiary family'll reach 'fore you make a bet
When you gonna lay in a buck?
When you gon' bust these suckers
Upside the head with another dump?

I ain't no punk I'm like a basepipe 'cause I'm dope
E'rytime I touch the microphone I come with smoke
Playa potnah whatchu talkin' 'bout? What dey lookin' like?
I just come off a double-album You know that shit was tight

You right, I make my drops for the club
And the trunk like a pregnant lady
Come with a album every eight or nine months
See y'all ain't ready

At seventeen, I had a hundred dollars, eh eh, thousands
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development housin'
Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, done it?
When y'all was tryin' to walk it, see I was tryin' to run it

Smoked a lot of trees, drunk, trees drunk
Locked a lot of ki?s in the trunk, ki?s in the trunk
On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin' saki
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers like Liberace

To all my 223 spitters, hustlers, paper go getters
Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, bounce your head

If you'se obsessed with your wealth, fanatic
More carats than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit
Get your bread, bounce your head

The only way I get involved if it mean more dough
Uh huh, Sauce Money, E 4 O
You know they want 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
Treat all my hoes like Billy Blank, son and Tae-Bo on 'em

Whatup ma, too many G's to consume?
I spit game, so I can ease in your womb
I know what you thinkin', I'm just teasin' the tomb
While I kick it with 40, take the keys to my room

Lobster, shrimpin', never simpin', gangsta limpin'
Went from Sauce Money to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too much flare for some
Flow so hot, got summer scared to come

But everybody on the track holdin' weight
Five hundred thou', that's the Golden Gate
From BK to Oaktown, pass the smoke 'round
Let me find out who broke now, uh huh

There's love in the East and there's love in the West
Coast to coast G's do what you do best
Just get your bread, bounce your head

To all my gettin' money chicks if you love the song
Tell your man if he broke, he dead-ass wrong
You better get your bread, bounce your head

Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Last Don?
I hate you niggaz with a passion, fuck around and get blast on
My niggaz mad, strong and they kill you quick
Come out or get hit, we the shit, think I would lie to you, bitch?

You could die with the snitch and buried alive in the ditch
Confide with the Fifth, try to slide but you slid
We the livest of clicks, Terror Squad to the death of me
Remember me? The same kid that ran triz on Stephanie

Felony's the minimal, enemies, I pity you
Step to me, c'est la vie and I'm killin' you
Drillin' you with holes in your chest, you opposin' the best
T S, supreme, crows on the nest

You ain't nothin' like what you say
Out here ain't nuttin' nice for brownie points or stripes
Niggaz take your life with box cutters
Fuck a knife, just for braggin' rights

Lost in the game
Drownin', sinkin', holdin' my breath
Lost in the game
Broke, miserable, starvin' to death

Boom boom boom, boom, boom
Crazy weebleations, boss burn boom
Bills, wheels, and about eleven-thousand dollars
Worth of counterfeit bills marked money and sour dope deals

223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters
Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, bounce your head

If you'se obsessed with your wealth
And got more carats than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit
Get your bread, bounce your head

Get your bread, bounce your head
Get your bread, bounce your head

And there you have it
Three tycoons weighin' in at 300 plus
Ya undersmell that?
Fat Joe, Sauce Money and E-40, ya undersmell that?
East Coast West Coast Connection, y'know?

Stick Wid It Records, new millennium ballers
Ya undersmell me? Where you come from?
Bitch, you know we do this, ahoa, shit

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