Adrenaline - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: Adrenaline
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita

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Lyric:
Bring it to these niggas son
Yeah, it's that war shit
It's that war shit
[Incomprehensible]
And you know what Dun

It makes you sick to hear the Mobb bang like this
Infamous for the world to hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock with this
My dun's heads bop to this, we stand out like a tourist
And make more noise than them other rap niggas
No gimmicks, just pure adrenaline

Raw lyrics, incredible beats, don't mean to rub it in
But you're small time, beneath our feet
Straight ass cheeks, niggas be askin' for ass whippings
Guns kick like Pelle, my big shit be jumping like Jordan
Often lay a man down on the floor, when it gets like that
I'm not blowing off rounds, so you can hear sounds

So you can run back, actin' like you a vet
And swearin' you dead, you survived some real shit
Now what's this? It's not going down like this
Ground that nigga like punishment
Dumpin' out full clips when we dumb out
Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out

Dun you bugged out, I'm trying to walk a peaceful route
But niggas always got mouth 'til that piece come out
And niggas always gonna think something sweet
Until they least expect you bringing action exactly

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Feel the gat blow while your shit rips
My shit'll hit while you lettin' niggas go
So you can lower the wrist
That'll only put odds against any attempt
Any provoke uprise, you ain't got it in you
First of all, you too soft for fastball

Point game track, y'all merk like a jaguar nascar
And be out Buck 80 on the slow mar
Hennesy spillin' all over my radar
Stay charged, niggas getting amped off the Mobb shit
Have you wildin' out on some club shit
Fit to make you dance at the same time, stop and glance
Slap flames out the nigga with the wrong idea

Young niggas, young minds, but that quite contraire
Young niggas, smart niggas, who started from the stairs
How dare, you try to come around the way?
In fear like a nigga that been there for years
Shout words that we live, but don't play with it
'Cause when the shit go down, you be like they did it

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Taste test this, military shit, bitches love this
They mans wanna dub this, thugness
It ain't easy to find, shit like mine
I'm a rare species, you're a dime a gross
That's a dozen heist the least, keep silence the most
Regulate with the rest of my establishment
Blast out the pockets of coke, make the cops boat
I break down your whole background yo

Irons, a permanent flesh, your clothes soakin'
You feel the shot pain every heartbeat throbbin'
Don't get excited, you'll only make it worse fighting
Spent most of my nights graveyard shifting
Make burial grounds, be that man, grim reaper
With all pleasure, pick his feet up, pick the heat up
Let's do it like the crematory
Make it hot, make the temperature rise like mercury

When I feel like getting' bent
Yo don't fuck with it Dun
I'm a drink away the pain until the brain get numb
Can't take all my dogs getting lost in the fog
Never to return, I guess they heard God's call
And nature don't surprise me now
Prepare for the worst, and never believe the silver line clouds
Scrutinize crowds, my surroundings
Get suspect, we start four-poundin' shit

Picture me up in the mix
With the next man broke and is on my dick
A good man of plenty, but an enemy, it was clear
I just be another problem, that he feenin' to fix
But I can't have that, pull out, I try to grab that
Caught one nigga's like Mahadat

Guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Tonight we gon' get this party early
So let's get it right

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Before The Dawn - Lyrics - Hell Bent For Leather - Judas Priest

Title: Before The Dawn
Album: Hell Bent For Leather
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Robert Halford, Glenn Tipton

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Lyric:
Before the dawn I hear you whisper
In your sleep, "Don't let the morning take him"
Outside the birds begin to call
As if to summon up my leaving

It's been a lifetime since I found someone
Since I found someone who would stay
I've waited too long, and now you're leaving
Oh, please don't take it all away

It's been a lifetime since I found someone
Since I found someone who would stay
I've waited too long, and now you're leaving
Oh, please don't take it all away

Before the dawn, I hear you whisper
In your sleep, "Don't let the morning take him"

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Born 2 Kill - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Born 2 Kill
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): Jonathan Burke, Jason Grinnage, Eric Murry

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Lyric:
Represent, show niggaz the deal
I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real
'Cause niggaz were born to kill

Represent, show niggaz the deal
I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real
'Cause niggaz were born to kill

Here comes the Brownsville slugger, motherfucker
I bust off shots at fools to avoid these obstacles
I roll deep, me and my nigga Liama with about seven niggas
That's up in the clip to bring the drama

Homicide, take a ride in the hearse
Enemies out to hit me but I'ma see 'em first
I'm ready, steady and deadly but yet nervous
Let my words a serve its purpose general moved him off the surface

Gunshots let off, my instincts was to get him
Make sure I hit him, then break North, shonuff
Holding down my fort, taking no shorts of no sorts
My four five turn to a blowtorch

It's still cocked, I tried to get away safe
You that shit was out of shells I still stuck it in my waist
Then my dirt, yeah, get marked, yeah, murder was the case
That it hit heart beating like a nigga on base

I found a spot, chilled, parleyed for a second
Fixed my weapon then headed back to my section
Now I'm back home smoking and drinking I'm bent now
I meditate on flash backs of how it went down

It's kill or be killed, that's a true fact
There ain't no telling when these niggaz are coming
To bust open your back, it's ill, it's real but still I feel
It's provoke murder, nigga I'm born to kill

Represent, show niggaz the deal
I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real
'Cause niggaz were born to kill

Represent, show niggaz the deal
I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real
'Cause niggaz were born to kill

Represent, show niggaz the deal
I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real
'Cause niggaz were born to kill

Represent, show niggaz the deal
I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real
'Cause niggaz were born to kill

Yo, it's the case of the state
Versus the great one seven one eight
Gun slinger from Brownsville
Where niggaz were born to kill

Yo, some chick think she saw you jump up out the jeep
You said you was across the street laying with the heat

What that bitch lying? Here's a cocksucker I never heard of
I ain't doing time for no motherfucking murder
When Mr. Gonzalez was stretched in the mud
I was home with the dog dome taking down what's up?
Therefore I'm innocent, mad shells were split

They ain't mine, I do damage with an imp
You found shells from a nine, this shit is crazy
Would you please contact Lazy? Tell him I need an attorney
To ride with me on this motherfucking journey

Now ten months later after being indicted
Third off of fifteen are clickin' shit so fuck it I'ma fight it
Me and the tru boy lay back after DA spoke
Cross examination, first thing jumped up and broke no joke

Stepped over the judges crown
Stepped on the DA's ground
Looked at the snitch with a frown
Went to the jury and got down

Seventy two hours later
Creeping on some playing no more shit
Toting the same glock
Mr. Gonzalez got knocked off wit as I

Represent, show niggaz the deal
I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real
'Cause niggaz were born to kill

Represent, show niggaz the deal
I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real
'Cause niggaz were born to kill

Represent, show niggaz the deal
I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real
'Cause niggaz were born to kill

Represent, show niggaz the deal
I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real
'Cause niggaz were born to kill

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Burnin Up - Lyrics - Hell Bent For Leather - Judas Priest

Title: Burnin Up
Album: Hell Bent For Leather
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Glenn Tipton, Kenneth Downing

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Lyric:
You stitch me up good, and you cut me down
So I string you up to keep you hanging around
You dish the hot stuff up but you keep me waiting
So I'll play it dirty 'til your body is breaking

We've got to make love, the time is right
We've got to make love tonight
'Cause we're burnin' up

You make me greedy, you won't feed me my food
But I'll make out easy, 'cause I see straight through you
You cool me off and hot me up and that's not right
'Cause you'll get hungry in the heat of the night

And then we'll make love, just when it's right
And when we make love tonight
We'll be burnin' up

I know you feel the same
I know you feel the flame
Staring deep inside of you
Burnin' you up, breaking you down
Breakin' you out in a cold sweat
And as you lose control, of your very soul
Your desire takes over
You'll feel the heat sway
You're round to my way
And suddenly you'll know that you're burnin' up

You stitch me up good, and you cut me down
So I string you up to keep you hanging around
You dish the hot stuff up but you keep me waiting
So I'll play it dirty 'til your body is breaking

We've got to make love, the time is right
We've got to make love tonight
'Cause we're burnin' up
We're burnin' up

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Canned Heat - Lyrics - Synkronized - Jamiroquai

Title: Canned Heat
Album: Synkronized
Artist: Jamiroquai
Composer(s): Sola Akingbola, Simon Katz, Jason Kay, Derrick Mckenzie, Wallis Buchanan, Toby Smith

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Lyric:
You know this boogie is for real
I used to put my faith in worship
But then my chance to get to heaven slipped
I used to worry about the future
But then I threw my caution to the wind

I had no reason to be care free, no, no, no
Until I took a trip to the other side of town, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I heard that boogie rhythm, hey
I had no choice but to get down, down, down, down

Dance, nothing left for me to do but dance
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance
Got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby

I feel the thunder, see the lightning
I know this anger's heaven sent
So I've got to hang out all my hang-ups
Because of the boogie I feel so hell bent, hey, hey

It's just an instant gut reaction, that I got
I know I never ever felt like this before
I don't know what to do but then that's nothing new
Stuck between hell and high water I need a cure to make it through

Hey dancing nothing left for me to do but dance
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance
Hey, got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby

You know, know, know I'm gonna dance, yeah
Off the nasty things that people say
Dance yeah, but I'm gonna make it anyway
Dance yeah, got canned heat up my heels tonight baby
You know I've got canned heat up my heels

You know this boogie is for real
Only the wind can blow the answer
And she cries to me when I'm asleep
She says you know that you can go much faster
I know that peoples' talk can be so cheap, hey

I got this voodoo child in veined on me
I'm gonna use my power to ascend
You know I got these running heels to use
Sometimes there's no way I lose, I was born to run and built to last
You've never seen my feet 'cause they move so fast

Dance yeah, hey nothing left for me to do but dance
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance, hey
Got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby

Hey, I've got to dance, yeah
Off the nasty things that people say
Dance yeah, but I'm gonna make it anyway
Dance yeah, got canned heat up my heels tonight, baby

You know this boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat in my heels, yeah
Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight
You know I'm gonna dance my blues away

You know this boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat in my heels, yeah
Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight

Dance, come on got canned heat in my heels tonight
Dance, canned heat in my heels tonight
Dance, canned heat in my heels tonight, baby

Hey, got so much

Dance, hey, DJ let the music play
(Let the music play)
I'm gonna let this party live
(I wanna let this party live)

Hey, DJ throw my cares away
(Let the music play)
I'm gonna let this party live
(I wanna let this party live)

Hey, DJ let the music play
(I'm gonna let this party live)
I'm gonna let this party live
(I'm gonna let this party live)

Hey, DJ throw my cares away
(Party live, I'm gonna let this party live, hey)
I'm gonna let this party live
Canned heat in my heels tonight

Dance, you know this boogie is for real
Dance, got so much canned heat in my heels
Dance, gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight

Dance, you know, you know this boogie this boogie is for real
Dance, got so much canned heat, canned heat in my heels
Dance, you know I'm gonna dance my blues away tonight
Dance, you know I'm gonna dance my blues away tonight

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Delivering The Goods - Lyrics - Hell Bent For Leather - Judas Priest

Title: Delivering The Goods
Album: Hell Bent For Leather
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Robert Halford, Glenn Tipton, Kenneth Downing

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Lyric:
Feeling like we're, ready to kick tonight
No hesitating, my bodies aching
Looking for some action, satisfaction all right
Charging, vein faced, as active as one-hundred solid proof
Mega town, Leviathan, we're ready to hit the roof

You better watch out and hold on tight
We're heading your way like dynamite

Delivering the goods
Delivering the goods

Shake down, rock 'em boys, crack that whip strap mean
Pulse rave, air waves, battle lies in every place we've been
Stealing your hearts all across the land
Hot blood doing good, we're going to load you with our brand

You better watch out and hold on tight
We're heading your way like dynamite

Delivering the goods
Delivering the goods

Have your way stealing your hearts well we don't pull no punches
We aim where the crunch is the bound to do most damage to your brain
If you're looking for it mellow you're nothing more than yellow
Gonna do it again and again

We'll beat you to submission
So you might as well surrender
You do gotta learn your lesson
'Cause there ain't nobody here to defend your heart

Faster, higher till it seems that we're gonna break
Oh shootin' further, giving more than you're ever gonna take
Weaving with your heads crushed out on the floor
Begging for mercy be careful or we'll do it some more

You better watch out and hold on tight
We're heading your way like dynamite

Delivering the goods
Delivering the goods

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Alright - Lyrics - Philadelphia Freeway - Freeway

Title: Alright
Album: Philadelphia Freeway
Artist: Freeway
Composer(s): Ronnie Foster, Leslie Pridgen, Allen Anthony, J Smith

Lyric:
State property, Roc-a-fella records
This that feeling music you know
We make that music you can feel early
Just blaze

I went from the ghetto to the ghetto and I'm back again
And we doing it back and forth
Roll with a gang of thugs my burner my hood passport
Fresh from the airport I'm back again

And I clap your men
I'm from a block where niggas might blast your pops
No chance ambulance can't save your kin
Smoke reefer burn reefer chill in my spot

Instead of making Selat drink liters of gin
I'm drunk again I'm high again
I just might fly a kite
To my niggas up state knocked off in the pen

They booked in a jail, I'm booking a flight
It's fucked up last year we was all on the block
This can't be life this can't be love
They roll with a whack, I roll with a snub, we all in a fight

Alright
(Woo)
Baby don't you cry
(Ugh)
Alright
(Tell 'em)
Everything's gon' be alright

Alright
(Woo)
I know we can make it through this
Alright
(Tell 'em)
Don't let go hold on tight
(Ugh)

Alright
Alright
Alright
Baby don't you cry

Every thing gon' be alright all night
Free is on his job let the music play
And I ain't come to hurt nobody tonight
But if a dude get out of line put him back in tech

Must be out his mind let the ruger spray
Clap until we alright all out of dodge
(Alright)
That's right crush the club tonight with a watch on the Robb Report
(Sweet)
Check on the war report, check on the stores we bought
(Yeah)
Check on the kids and shit

Hope everything's alright all night 'cause all day pop in the mix
I might pop rock stars pop up on your strip
Free pop out hits get paid for my thoughts and that's alright
And my label the shit

Alright
(And you hating the click)
Baby don't you cry
(Woo)
Alright
(Tell 'em)
Everything's gon be alright

Alright
(Woo)
I know we can make it through this
(Tell 'em)
Alright
(Yeah)
Don't let go hold on tight

Alright, alright
(Woo)
Alright, alright
(Geah)
Alright, yeah

I came from the hood and I'm bringing the hood with me
(And don't you worry about a thing)
It ain't a thing I'm bringing them things with me scrap
And I take 'em around the globe travel around the globe
Been to Paris and back again

Free fall back get stacks with a pen
Still move like a king pen clapping you forward
I went from gat in the tux
Snatching your gold to platinum and gold plaques on the tuck

Same shit different line up work gat and a tech
I might get with Mac and act up in a Bent
We came a long way from a pack and tech
(We got to reach for something better)
Geah

Alright
(Woo)
Oh oh baby
(Geah)
Alright
(Woo)
Everything's gon' be alright for you and me
(Geah)

Alright
(Right geah)
Come on
(Ugh it's the Roc)
Alright
(It's the Roc)
Alright, hey hey hey yeah
(Geah)

Alright
(Geah)
Alright, oh oh oh yeah
(Geah)
Alright
(Holla)

Alright
All my homeboys out there dying
(Tell 'em)
Alright
Hey, this world's a crazy place
(Geah)

Alright, oh
(Geah)
Why didn't I find my place
(Yes)
Alright
Alright alright
(Clap clap clap clap)
(Holla)

Alright
(Holla)
Alright
(Geah)
Alright
(Oh baby, everything is gon' be alright)

Young Free, Allen Anthony
The Roc is definitely in the building
Woo, geah, geah, woop woop geah
Clap clap clap clap clap, woo woo woo

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Unit - Baby U Got - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Baby U Got
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Christopher Lloyde, Curtis James Jackson, David Darnell Brown, Dorsey Wesley

Lyric:
Baby you got, you got
You got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got
You got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

It's somethin' about your style
It's somethin' about your smile
It's somethin' about you making me want you right now
If you don't like me, then don't listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G
That have you coming out your clothes
I'm a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don't it sound like phone sex
Kinky when I talk switch the slang

Partner tell that nigga from New York
Shorty, come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin'
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying "Slow down baby"

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

Baby it's hard to look and don't touch
Girl the way you strut and dressed in your Von Dutch
I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I'm parked outside in the blue Denali
There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl

You need a thug that can handle that
One dose'll make you go
And put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell 'em you my boo
And show 'em your tattoo
Ooh! Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

Baby you've got a hell of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal question
Like, "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?"
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
'Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the okay
You got a body like Nicole Ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance
Yeah, just like that

It's late, I have to score
"This blue drink tastes good, don't it?"
"Sure it does, now have some more"
I'm deep, but she got her ladies with her
So bring 'em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent
'Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

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Evil Love - Lyrics - Too High To Die - Meat Puppets

Title: Evil Love
Album: Too High To Die
Artist: Meat Puppets
Composer(s): Cris Kirkwood

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Lyric:
Last hand I shook, was a boat that floated on its back all day
In the middle of a song about trees that are scared of the dark
Wait until you're gone to steal some thoughts from offa the shelf
To trade for hats with holes that let the night shine through

Exchange our fears for little glass holes
And broken dreams of bent-backed trolls
Who'll tend the trees and what's in between

The sky above is aglow with evil love
The boat sank offshore in a birdbath dreamt by a broken wheel
Left by the side of the road right where night slipped and fell
And if I ever had, they couldn't tell, if we were, they didn't know
She might, but if he did, they can't, you must, I won't

Turn our tears to little black holes
To light the way for three blind moles
Who'll tend the trees and what's in between
The sky above is aglow with evil love

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Exquisite - Lyrics - Mcgruff

Title: Exquisite
Artist: Mcgruff
Composer(s): Tyrone Fyffe

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Lyric:
Rock mics, hold my diz-ick, flow exquisite
Pop niggas then I throw the biscuit
Get some dro and twist it, when from Mo' to Cryst shit
Still gettin' that dough, on the striz-ip, on the coke tiz-up

They call me Gruffie, Crime Hound, used to be a Pound Puppy
You should see the way I down bubbly
Every dame in the town love me, stay dip
Cardiere flame shit, Polo brown rugby

Moves too swift to let ya clowns touch me
Smokin' like a doo-doo Dutchie and you get found musty
Bust his here, man, yo' cats just infer
It's been a while now, I must appear, yo' ass out

You fuckin' with the 'cause of this, who liver than this
Dive on yo' wrist, take yo' rollie, try to resist
Now I'm in the club shakin' with some pie and some Cryst
And that shit you be makin', ain't hotter than this

You know how them thug cats do
McGruff style hard wit that Harlem crew
Gettin' bent everyday, all day
The club see sick, it's that Harlem way, exquisite

You know how them thug cats do
McGruff style hard wit that Harlem crew
Gettin' bent everyday, all day
The club see sick, it's that Harlem way, exquisite

Yo, yo, my name rings, champagne king, chain danglin'
Harlem World to England, make world tour moves
Up in hotels, girls all nude, who want get screwed
Big boobs, wantin' to get with the dudes, sippin' Cryst with the cube

Lookin' slick on the tube, yo, these bitches got my dick in the mood
Flushed out, my mind, room service picked us some food
We in the rich cart and got baby girl clit fartin'
Newly ro', day your dick cartin', six squadron

Forty D, front row seats, Knicks at the Garden
We players, six hundred Benzes, navigators
Snatchin' papers, overseas, under grass and acres
When it catch in Vegas, bastards hate us

Fly first class wit gators, flash the latest
My ass stay switch ya ass to neighbors
Diamond rings from stings
Still spendin' cash on more capers

You know how them thug cats do
McGruff style hard wit that Harlem crew
Gettin' bent everyday, all day
The club see sick, it's that Harlem way, exquisite

You know how them thug cats do
McGruff style hard wit that Harlem crew
Gettin' bent everyday, all day
The club see sick, it's that Harlem way, exquisite

I drop hot rhymes, take yo' Hot 97 slot time
I shine like an archive, her thirty night dime
V-12, six hundred gas, put my Nike on
Put a mic on, put it piked on

Strong arm like Nam, Desert Storm never fight calm
Roll fifth, shook my right arm, pearl white palm
Murder your life form, make more noise than a night storm
Heavy artillery, hand grenades and pipe bomb

Light Tron, then there's no tellin' who I might harm
Top wall, street businessman, in they white bond
It's like on, bullet holes, buck 50 life long
Fight strong, Don Juan, ill trife con

Write hype shit, my gang can make a dike like dick
And my crew bigger than yo' crew twice as thick
Niggas be lookin' for some mic's to stick, nights to slick
And pikin' dick and all the bad righteous chicks

My niggas light toke, you like them flicks
Tenure conversely, all types of kicks
My man L got 25 to life, told me life's a bitch
Said, "Hold yo' head, Gruff, son and write them hits"

You know how them thug cats do
McGruff style hard wit that Harlem crew
Gettin' bent everyday, all day
The club see sick, it's that Harlem way, exquisite

You know how them thug cats do
McGruff style hard wit that Harlem crew
Gettin' bent everyday, all day
The club see sick, it's that Harlem way, exquisite

You know how them thug cats do
McGruff style hard wit that Harlem crew
Gettin' bent everyday, all day
The club see sick, it's that Harlem way, exquisite

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Blackout - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Blackout
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): David Styles, Jayson Phillips, Earl Simmons, Shawn Carter, Kasseem Dean, Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Jay! Fuck that, this is it right here baby!
You know what it is

Yo, I used to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R T with the matchin' bandanna
38-snub blue steel with no hammer

And I see y'all niggaz tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Phonin' your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green

I need to boogie, even though I look, right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggaz throw us on they album, try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label

'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
They call me Raspy, tell you what I want you to know
Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't, want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip

Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, a 100 for The L.O.X.
And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck

Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheik Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine

I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I got niggaz my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed
It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
Make car money, check with Sheik, go fuck with a hoe

I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's Sheik in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes
And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told

I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine?
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in your spine
Fuck with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?

Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
Order to go, always got a box of L's
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig

I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father
'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver

If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin' legit
You hold your nine if you holdin' a brick
Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent

L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from 'Bronx Tale'
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all niggaz eager to die?
I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't leave with a dime, motherfucker

I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us

It started from hunger, till it all went insane
Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done came

I suggest niggaz stop speakin' my name
'Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin'
Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'

Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes not
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell them jump through the top
Where the sun roof used to be, I could see y'all not used to me

Nigga flows like none other, I'm the meanest
Toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya motherfuckers
Y'all niggaz 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other

I'm headed nowhere fast run in the place, gat in my waist
Niggaz wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face
So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again
So now what I do? Start namin' names again, what?

All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart
Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggaz
Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin' with like four niggaz, aight

Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth, got my dogs covered
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered, what?
'It's Dark,' and I love it, get him boy, let him loose, c'mon
You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot, c'mon

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Buried In Blue - Lyrics - We Are in Love - Harry Connick, Jr.

Title: Buried In Blue
Album: We Are in Love
Artist: Harry Connick, Jr.
Composer(s): Harry Jr Connick, Ramsey Mc Lean

Lyric:
The sun sets red with rage
White clouds float by
Like high cotton
Blank as an empty page
Blue is a color buried
Not forgotten

Sweet as mother's milk
And clear as the wind
Wrap the dead in a pleat of silk
Blue is the color to be buried in

When you left
Leaving nothing behind
There's no one to blame
No criminal, no crime
You can report a missing person
But not a stolen heart
And I'm missing a person
To whom stealing was an art

The painting's complete
The brush strokes dry
I hear a band playing
A bent note or two
I guess someone died
And just wants to be
Buried in blue

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From My Family To Yours - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: From My Family To Yours
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, Roosevelt Harrell

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Lyric:
This be a message to the ghetto when will this shit stop
We lost 2 ill niggaz BIG and 2Pac
This goes to all of us so peep the session from your nigga
You can be loved by millions but one clown can pull the trigga
See you aim to get bigger they break for your downfall
Your life is how you living kid just give it your all

We strive to be the best that's what they taught us in the rhyme
Smoking weed and getting bent we've all been through hard times
Much respect to your hood love is love that's all good
The plan's to make you niggaz understand, understood
Yo here's the deal for real you can't get killed from entertaining
But that's all we know 'cause from the street we got the training

This be a ghetto dedication from my family to yours
How hard is this to explain when it rains kid it pours?
Instead of bringing troubles and senseless wars
You niggaz need to expand, buy land, open stores
You talk of revolution but you're very much afraid
Take that chip off your shoulder let's all get paid
Direct it to the world because we all need peace
We all livin' in the belly of the beast

Yo, now many lives are lost still to this day we ask the reason
All the suffering we've been through niggaz still is into squeezing
Mom dukes on welfare, ghetto love no more we share
You rising to the top but then get hit from the rear
One night up in the hood I found my own self thumpin'
'Cause niggaz out there they felt that I owed them something
Talk behind my back they don't attack that don't offend me

A 13-year old could just up, and end me
If he wanted to, blunted with the brew in his hand
Now does that make Shorty rock the man?
Not only in your hood but in my hood we lost 2 good fellaz
It's more than what they motherfuckers tell us
Now if a cop got shot someone's caught the same night
That's the bullshit you motherfuckin' right
So take heed to what I say, LB Fam pray in they own way
To the motherfuckin' day

This be a ghetto dedication from my family to yours
How hard is this to explain when it rains kid it pours?
Instead of bringing troubles and senseless wars
You niggaz need to expand, buy land, open stores
You talk of revolution but you're very much afraid
Take that chip off your shoulder let's all get paid
Direct it to the world because we all need peace
We all livin' in the belly of the beast

2 of the illest rap artists underground bodies slain
They both did they thing went platinum in the game
At home where I zone there's a TV I watch
BET, MTV, video, music box
It bugs me out for real I'm in the zone kid that's ill
It only goes to show up in the rap game it's real
It's just a little something on my mind how I feel
Now niggaz kick raps, and caps get peeled

Kid I thought we was rhymin' man fuck that actin' tough
Enough is enough let's dead that East and West stuff
I'm callin' niggaz bluff yo my rap game be tuff
Let's take it to the stage and let the lyric game buss
I'm tryin' to live a hundred plus in this crazy world
So hold down my fam, Queens, and my baby girl

Look here we tryin' to make it but they tryin' to hold us back
That's why I'm speakin' my opinion on this track
The media they tryin' to throw dirt in the game
But me and my family we found ways to explain
Throughout the pain I try to gain and keep the shit the same
It's quite strange how these cats keep playin' games

This be a ghetto dedication from my family to yours
How hard is this to explain when it rains kid it pours?
Instead of bringing troubles and senseless wars
You niggaz need to expand, buy land, open stores
You talk of revolution but you're very much afraid
Take that chip off your shoulder let's all get paid
Direct it to the world because we all need peace
We all livin' in the belly of the beast

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Fuck U Blind - Lyrics - The Polyfuze Method - Kid Rock

Title: Fuck U Blind
Album: The Polyfuze Method
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie

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Lyric:
I'm not the trash you think, I am talking trailer park
Come to my mansion, bitch and watch me stick it after dark
I'll take you higher, higher, I'll take you lower, slower
I'll make you talk that talk and walk that walk, hoe

I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind till
You just can't see no more

I see you checkin' out my car and my residence
Your hell bound and I see your gettin' whiskey bent
I been around and I know what you meant
You don't wanna fuck me, you wanna fuck some dead president

I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind till
You just can't see no more

I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind till
You just can't see no more

I'm super fly, bitch, I'm not that guy, bitch
I'll fuck you blind, leave you face down in the ditch
Thought you'd get rich straight, fuckin' with the player
I'm the pimp of the nation, yeah, the pussy surveyor, hey

I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind till
You just can't see no more

I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind till
You just can't see no more

I like that long hair swingin' in them Calvin Kline's
I pull them young, start fuckin' with their virgin minds
I give a fuck about your poppa or your mother
I'll walk up on your ass and bitch, slap your brother say

I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind till
You just can't see no more

I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind till
You just can't see no more

I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind, bitch
I'll fuck you blind till
You just can't see no more
...

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Cherry Pie - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Cherry Pie
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): David Payton

Lyric:
I need a bitch, a special bitch
I need a bitch who pussy poppin' booty switch
I need a bitch, felatio
On the freeway with my pedal to the flo'
I need a bitch, like cheery pie
I need a bitch like bushwick bill need an eye

I need a bitch, an alcoholic
I need a bitch pukin', bent over my toilet
The bitchy bitch, bitchin' about nothin'
I need a bitch to jizm in her bellybutton
I need a bitch, a prostitute
She'd fuck my homies and we could split the loot

(I need my cheery pie)
Baby I want you, baby I want my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby gimme my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby my cherry cherry pie

I need a bitch, fresh out the pen
I need a bitch like Harland Williams needs a chin
I need a bitch, a mental case
She catch me cheatin' and shoots us both in the face
I need a hoe, to use me for my money
I need a bitch like Chris Candido needed sunny

I need a freak like cherry pie
Like whipped cream and lemon che-che-cherry pie
I need a woman , to let me hit it
In the bushes raw at the Herpe clinic
I need a bitch, who like to fight
And get her nose ring ripped out like every night

(I need my cheery pie)
Baby I want you, baby I want my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby gimme my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby my cherry cherry pie

I need a bitch in a cheap hotel
So I don't know which one to blame for the smell
I need a bitch, that doesn't care
She likes to finger fuck her booty in the mirror
My cherry pie, my cherry pie
My cherry pie with lemon jello cherry pie

I need a bitch hurricanranna
A bitch who suck on dick like Eminem mama
I need a bitch, I need a slut
I need a bitch who like bananas in her butt
I need a bitch now more than ever
I need a bitch who gots a head that I can sever

(I need my cheery pie)
Baby I want you, baby I want my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby gimme my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby my cherry cherry pie

Baby I want you, baby I want my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby gimme my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby my cherry cherry pie

Baby I want you, baby I want my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby I need my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby gimme my cherry pie
Baby I want you, baby my cherry cherry pie

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Go Dj - Lyrics - Tha Carter - Lil' Wayne

Title: Go Dj
Album: Tha Carter
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now it's yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie

Fresh, fresh, fresh
Fresh, fresh, fresh
Fresh, fresh, fresh
Fresh, fresh, fresh

Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, yeah

Wit Weezy We, step up to the mike dude
Do watch a do, ya heard
Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you
Courtesy of the young man Young Carter
And the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this

Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my

Murder one on one, the hottest under the sun
I come from under the tummy, bustin' a tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
Now better yet a veteran a hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names

Ay it's Cash Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain
'Cos the flow is spasmatic what they call insane
That ain't even [Incomprehensible] aim I get dough boy

And you already know that pimpin'
18 how I'm livin' young show that Bentley
Stunnin' my Pa so you know that's in me
Got my mentor so don't go there with me

Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my

Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ

Lets go
And I move like the Coupe through traffic rush hour
GT Bent' roof is absent, ya girl present wit the music blastin'
And she keep askin' how it shoot if its plastic
I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she said back
And cut the Carter back up, oh fa shoo
Ay Big Mike they better step they authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns

You boys never harmin' young
Fly Wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking
And I ain't just begun
I been runnin' my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip
On the throttle wit a model bony dic
Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and bland, on to her behind
Well here we go so hold on to my, lets go

Hold on let me hit the
So go, so go
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the Carter

Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my

Bird man put them covers in a trash can
Leave em outside of your door I'm your trash man
I'm steady lightin' another hash and ridin' in my jag
You will need a gas mask man
You snakes, stop hidin' in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it knock the blades in yo pants
You [Incomprehensible] got ways like a drag
While the homie here tryin' get paid in advance

I'm stayin' on my grizzy, I'm a bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit me then I'm goin' find your mother
Say they wanna eat 'cos they ain't ate nothin'
But then they wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone
Walking out, leavin' behind just residue and bones
In your residents with [Incomprehensible] to your dome
Like tell me were you holdin' the dough
Holdin' your throat, choke

This, this, this, this, this, this
This, this, this, this, this, this
This, this is the Carter

Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Go DJ

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G.O.D. Pt. Iii (Remix) - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Mobb Deep

Title: G.O.D. Pt. Iii (Remix)
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Albert Johnson, G Moroder

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Lyric:
Some of that 151, son, yeah, some of that bogus
Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo
You think that motherfuckin' nigga's out there right now, son?
Word, what he doin' out here?

Son, we got drama with that nigga
Be tryin' to fuckin' front last week
What, that kid out there?
Yo, I seen that nigga earlier, knahmsayin'?

Nah, fuck that, go, go open the window real quick, son
Open that fuckin' window
You gonna take him from the window, nigga?
Yo, hold up, that, there go, that's that nigga right there, son
Right next to the basketball court?

Yeah, yeah, that's the one
Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, turn the lights out
Turn the lights out, c'mon through
Back up, back up, they lookin'

Aiyyo, son, I'ma hit that nigga right now, son
Word to Mom, I'ma hit him out the window, son
Yo, you buggin', son, nah, chill 'Zo, fuck that
I'ma hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin' window

Hold up, you want somebody go bust him?
Nah fuck, that I'ma hit this nigga out the window, son
Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, don't blow it up, duck down

Yo, let me do it, man, let me do it, go 'head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah
Yeah, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, fucker, what?

Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yeah, that's a small thing

G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

Awright, now pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keepin' you niggaz in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the specialist
Professional professor at this rap science

Up in the laboratory, here's why your small rhyme bore me
Store bought rap ain't shit, my category
Is that of an insane who strike back
I draw first blood, it's over with and that's that

You wanna square off, sayin' slice that cat?
You get splashed from back of your head to ass crack
Surgical signs to the end with iron map
Which bring Apocalypse to this game called rap

Not a game but quite serious and yo, in fact
You'll be runnin' for dear life so far you might fall off the map
Fuckin' with P, you need a gat
At least to have the opportunity to bust back

First shot, the motherfucker pack around world premier
Shook individuals bound from blind fear
Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst fear
Horror tales in Braille for vision impaired

You lookin' for P, well, you can find him everywhere
In a project near you, I'll be right there
I was brought up and taught to have no fear
Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the rear

Cowardly hearts step aside, stand clear
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they eyes on you
QBC, lime Bacardi, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On some hashish in Embassy Suite, crash your party

Yo, it's the G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

It's the, G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

Yeah, yo, lime Bacardi, gettin' bent, crash the party
Handle B-I, bringin' it to anybody
Physical damage, crowd control handle cannons
Hittin' you ripped, leave your bloodstream contamin-ed

While you actin' out of character, we observin'
Drillin' 'em down so hard, I know we felt it comin' at 'em
Hennessey raps float like the Phantom
Runnin' you up out of the spot in which you standin'

Never second-guess a cat who hold gat
Concealed but easily revealed and fast
Body castin' raps to get your back snapped in half
And severed, impossible pain beyond measure

Sheisty livin' brought him to his last bread
Life changed around quick to one stead
Face full of fear, conquerin' your ice grill
Tragedies, put him to sleep like NyQuil

Givin' a overdose of this rap potent
Potentially dangerous, fatally left open
For the roaches, scavengers, that's EMS
Funeral homes, anticipatin' your death

That's the dead truth, check in the morgue
You'll find proof enough to make you think and stop before
Your ship sink to the bottom
Night owl leave the mark and spot him
You know the routine, face up before I shot him

Yo, it's the G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

It's the, G.O., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a small thing

What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
G.O.D., Father Pt. III, niggaz

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Goin' Thru Some Thangs - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: Goin' Thru Some Thangs
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Lil Boosie, ***, this me here, this gangsta
Been going thru ***, so much ***

I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man, I wan' ride candy, man
I been going thru some thangs
Hopin' my *** stay the same but they always change
I been going thru some thangs

I been goin' through some ***, from my *** to my ***
And these *** wanna snitch
I wanna get rich but sometimes I don't believe
Tryin' to sell a hundred thousand but they burnin' my CD's

*** please, won't you get me help?
Get yo' ass off that computer and buy the *** up off the shelf
'Cuz I wanna ride candy, man, just like the others
Sometimes I wish I should've took the good route
Just like my brotha

This *** say they love ya but they steal just for ya dope
Call you a rat like that and try and steal ya ***
I still *** and these *** wanna rap about you
Know you a soldier but they still want bring
That savage out you to get exposed

And these *** they for the money
Tell ya old lady dirty lies but they know they frontin'
Check this out, in Baton Rouge, it's real wicked
And you can't go platinum down here 'cuz this ain't New York City

And all my cousins doin' time, thuggin' in the pen
I'm thinkin' 'bout 'em every time I take a sip of Henn
And I ain't gonna lie, I don't wanna be like Camouflage
I met him one week, the next week, he died, almost cried ***

I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man, I wan' ride candy, man
I been going thru some thangs
Hopin' my *** stay the same but they always change

I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man, I wan' ride candy, man
I been going thru some thangs
Hopin' my *** stay the same but they always change
I been going thru some thangs

They hatin' 'cuz I'm V.I.P., ride through my city
Wit my hat bent like T.I.P
I'm all G, they got a lotta *** signin' deals
But they can't talk what I be talkin' 'cuz I spit the real 'til I get killed
And these *** changin' like the weatha, think he yo' ***
But you lookin' at the *** Devil who want yo' bizzle

And that voice that he wish he had
Jealousy got *** creepin', down to bust yo' ***, we livin' fast
But you know this how it gotta be
Money, cars, clothes and *** 'til they pop at me

This for my *** down in Texas on them *** swingas
Who got the whole otha side of town wanna stank 'em
And Lil Boosie, man, I been stressin' 'cuz the *** I did
Not wearin' a *** got me stuck, now I'm wit three kids

This *** is real, wish I had a real friend to holla
They tend to laugh when I tell 'em 'bout my *** problems
But I be stackin' the bread, so mama straight when I'm gone
I been prayin' for Webbie 'cuz Webbie wild wit that ***

I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man, I wan' ride candy, man
I been going thru some thangs
Hopin' my *** stay the same but they always change

I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man, I wan' ride candy, man
I been going thru some thangs
Hopin' my *** stay the same but they always change
I been going thru some thangs

I'm sippin' gallons, tryin' to ease the pain
Hopin' my *** keep it gutta but they seem to change
They why I'm solo, blowin' dolo in a different city
Thinkin' these *** tryin' to do me but they rollin' wit me

My *** the sickest but she listen what the streets say
That got me stressin' 'cuz she might be leavin' any day
I tried to pray but when I holla, He ain't holla back
That's why I'm missin' prayers
Daily tryin' to get these stacks, why that?

But this situation that I'm in
The judge tryin' to send to the pen and give me 10 and do me in
Got me stressin' on some major ***
My momma agin' and my grandma and my baby sick

This hatin' *** got me one step away from clickin'
It's me against the world, even got all my people ***
I look my mama in the eyes, told her to respect the game
She like, ?Boosie, leave it alone, look at Craig Games?, damn

I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man, I wan' ride candy, man
I been going thru some thangs
Hopin' my *** stay the same but they always change

I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man, I wan' ride candy, man
I been going thru some thangs
Hopin' my *** stay the same but they always change
I been going thru some thangs

That's real life right there, man
You go through so much, you know what I'm sayin'?
*** be thinkin', a *** be ballin'
But a *** be strugglin' at the same time while they ballin'
You know what I'm sayin'?

And I been going thru some thangs
No nobody understand me, man
I been going thru some thangs
And no nobody understand me, man

I wan' ride candy, man
But no nobody understand me, man
I wan' ride candy, man
But no nobody understand me, man

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