400 Degreez - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: 400 Degreez
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
400 degreez

You see me, I eat, sleep, shit and talk rap
You see that 98 Mercedes on TV, I bought that
I had some felony charges, I fought that
Been sent to no return but still was ball back

Nigga, threw some slangs at me, Whodi, I caught that
I punished them lil' bitches before they get car jack
Now I'm lookin' for they family and padnuh's to war back
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that?

Niggas disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
'Companied by some niggas 'bout killin' and all that
Me, Cory, and Mer-C, gettin' ducked off
Ride top down, so, we let the trucks pause

In the Jeep, ridin' four deep, I booted up
(You don't want to fuck with me)
At these niggas claimin' they know me, uh?

Bitch, what? I'll bust ya' ass up
Don't even go there, Whodi, 'cause I'm ready to mask up
I heard about the money, that's some nice change
For the right price, I'll bust the right brain

If must a nigga try, I can't do the right thing
Only God knows what the future might bring
Nigga, might be shot, nigga, might be tri-flamed
Nigga, might survive, if he 'bout that right flame

With somethin' that'll stop a nigga from playin'
Somethin' like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy, look, nigga, don't play no games no mo'
Nigga'll bust ya' head if you bang his ho'

Attitude adjustments, do y'all need?
Don't call in the enforcements, nigga, call me
I bet'cha, I'll get them niggas off yo block
I bet'cha, I'll show them niggas, this boy hot

You don't want to fuck with me
Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot
Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot

Alright stop it, 'cause I done had enough
When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust
Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, brah

Ain't no bitches here, I'm from the 'Nolia, brah
Bust yo' beef's head, is what was told to us
How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down
How I'ma look in front of my people, like a clown

The G-Code is what we live by and we die by
The book is what we will never abide by
Niggas drive by, gettin' loose
Beefin' with each other like a checker board in use

Up in Compton or the Watts, nigga
Up in New York, ya keep 'em open watch, nigga
Fo' y'all played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females stallions

Give me the keys to yo' car and ya medallion
You far away from ya home, you's a alien

See
You don't want to fuck with me
You don't want to fuck with me
(Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy)
(Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy)
You don't want to fuck with me, with me

400 Degreez
400 Degreez
400 Degreez

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Ah Yeah - Lyrics - D.I.G.I.T.A.L - Krs One

Title: Ah Yeah
Album: D.I.G.I.T.A.L
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown
Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around
Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah

So here I go kickin science in ninety-five
I be illin, parental discretion is advised still
Dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his
Call me God, cause that's what the black man is
Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist
Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess
Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One
Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD
Wack MC's have only one style gun buck
But when you say, "Let's buck for revolution"
They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it
Down to start a riot in a minute
You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick
While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope
I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY
That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK
That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO
That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you
BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck
Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and
You black people still thinkin about vot-ing
Every president we ever had lied
You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died

Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown
Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around
Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah

This is not the first time I came to the planet
But everytime I come, only a few could understand it
I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it
I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments
I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost
I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross
I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner
Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner
They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me
So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley
They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X
Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS
Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like
Get wit you, showin you, you are invincible
The Black Panther is the black answer for real
In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale
On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away
And enters into Kwame Ture

Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown
Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around
Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah

In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do
So I grab the air and speak through the code
The devil cannot see through as I unload
Into another cerebellum
Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim
And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin
We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin
Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher
Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid
The son of God is brighter than the son of man
The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is
We got no time for fancy mathematics
Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static
Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic
They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic

Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown
Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around
Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah

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A Million &Amp; One Things - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: A Million &Amp; One Things
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
What, this, this here's real, nigga
It's real, nigga, too real
Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
Look, look

This one here's on tha up, dog
For all my people with bad luck, dog
Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog
For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog

For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills

If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill
If I got it ta spend, then I got it to give
But listen, man, I know ya see the ice glistenin', man
I know it make you wanna go get it bad

But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can't name one nigga like me

That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too
What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?
I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84

All tha hoes use ta jock ya, niggas use ta knock ya
Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya
Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies
Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky

Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth
And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten
I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men

I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday
I can't please everybody, but I love my folks
If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look, look, look, where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
Some of my rounds doin' bad, can't even much eat
Every time I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar
Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla

Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo'
I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure
Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo'

Niggas want me ta help 'em, ain't helpin' theyself
You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself
Ain't no love loss, I just gotta stay my distance
Gotta keep my mind straight, before I come up missin'

Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures
Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday
If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Every time I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
My niggas still my niggas, got love for 'em all
I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall

Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke
Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door
No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga
On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla

On the reala, if I could do it, then you could
Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear
Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear

They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga
Do yourself a favor, leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man
I mean every time we come through, man
I do somethin' for my people, man
I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin'

I try ta do things for tha football team
Try ta take care of my people
Try ta show them how ta help theyself

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Da Magnolia - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: Da Magnolia
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one

Welcome to tha section where it's hotter than a bitch
Niggas breakin' up bricks, niggas tryin' ta be rich
Dope ounce get hit, armed 'rilla insists
Somebody wig get split, for ten G's of chips
It's where the Feds'll dip through, enemies get you
Catch you at tha second line, niggas'll flip you
Kids get outta school, they swingin' they fists, too
Jump one of them children and they bringin' they clique, too
L.D. buckin' 'cuz T.C. killin' ain't nothin'

Tha blues try ta hit ya and you had to keep druggin'
On New Year's, tha lights get shut out at six o'clock
Four or five o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot
Niggas gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha crowd, bruh
Drug deal gone bad, one of them cats was sour
Motherfuckers gettin' chopped up, and they have a
Carbine aimed at your dome for some powder
I'ma do like your boy and hop in tha Eddie Bauer
Get off seventeen, and, nigga, I'ma holla

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one

Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers
Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers

Now where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?

Is ya ready for it? Better be over-prepared
When ya enter ya see a sign, say, "Soldiers bewarre"
And they be ragged up, twenty-five dollar bagged up
Whole nickel tucked in tha back of his 'Baud cuffs
Well, aware on the route that he's gonna duck
If somebody thinkin' 'bout jammin' him up
If a bitch with him, she better be smart, or tough luck
'Cuz he gon' break and bust, she gon' be fucked up

Mind your business is a code, too, I never told
Ever since a nigga was a million years old
Bein' a ballin? shot caller is tha goal
I'll hospitalize anybody in the roll
To make it there, you talk crazy, we take it there
You'll feel like a steak, nigga, you medium-rare
All these niggas wan' be tip-rats or tha man in charge
With tha AK-47, it'll change you boys

Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers
Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers

Now where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?

Clique up, load up pistols, mask
Ride through, slow down, jump out, blast
Put ?bout fifty in your ass
Second linin' family scared
Go score, rock it, chop it, serve it
Got a deal for fifty, twurk it
Mission, riches, hittin' switches
Twenty inches, plenty bitches
All day, hustle beaucoup, scuffle

Niggas huddle, AK muffled
Blood in puddles, people scatter
Flying pieces of human matter
Police don't know probly won't know
Unless it?s they shit, they don't know
Keep it quiet, tell nobody
Start no shit and stay in silence
Maintain focus, stay off porches
Watch for roaches, carry toasters

Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers
Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers

Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers
Da Magnolia
Home of tha soldiers

Now where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?

Where you goin', motherfucker, where you goin'?
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from?
I know where I'm goin' to tha fuckin' Magnolia
Believe that there, yeah, yeah, yeah
Layin' it down, mm, hmm
Layin' it down, mm, hmm, mm, hmm
To 3000

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two
one

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Get It Right - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: Get It Right
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Dwayne Carter, Christopher Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
You think this shit happened for me over tha night
This is my life
Everybody know I be on tha flight
To get it right and keep it right and stay strong
Nigga thought it wouldn't happen to 'em, but all of 'em dead wrong

Singin' tha same song, sayin', "Juvie ain't shit!"
With a project nigga out here tellin' people he rich"
When tha truth is they wishin' they was in my shoes
I pay dues, with them pistols I made moves

And I'm seein' all these pussy-ass niggas tryin' ta be hard
Why ya fuckin' with mines? I ain't fuckin' with y'all
Tha people runnin' your organization workin' for me, uh huh
You didn't know that, now you call for tha plea

Boy, think of all tha places you could possibly be
Then, [Incomprehensible] these bullets that is comin' for me
With my T-shirt and Rees on
'Cuz only God knows what these niggas be's on

Look, niggas better get it right and keep it right
'Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
'Cuz we about ta strap up and know your clothes off, whoa

You better get it right and keep it right
'Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
'Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off

Listen, listen, listen
Sip it
Cock ta act a fool and make 'em dip it
Chrome MAC diply
Automatic spitty

I'm a Hot Boy, nigga, follow me
Do or die, survive with me
Blow a pound of that broccoli
Hit a block and ya ride with me

Cut 'em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughter
Then, Cita, he never walk again
Don't play with them shots again
I make them niggas bleed like that time of tha month
See, I told 'em, "Nobody move, nobody head bust"
Plus, a hundred rush turn a boy ta dust

Nigga, I'm a soldier, trust
I'll blow a hole in your guts
And ain't no if, ands, or buts
You could get mad and fuss
Watch your lip, man, you'll touch
I'll pop a clip in and bust

Look, I'm straight thuggin'
Lookin' at niggas' fake muggin'
I'm runnin' with niggas that stay sufferin'
That ain' nothin'

It's Weezy Weez
I show off behind cheese
Get full of trees
Here I come, you better leave

Niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoa

Niggas better get it right and keep it right
Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoa

Niggas know I could get ugly when it come to that
Oh, for sure, I leave ya bloody if ya come for that
I ain't no ho, if in beef I ain't gon' run from that
You got coke, keep it on tha low ?cuz I'll come for that

I keep pistols in my possession 'cuz I stays in shit
I was raised watchin' niggas shoot out with K's and shit
My momma tried ta keep me inside, but I snuck out tha back
Shot hookie from school, hung on V.L. and sold a lil' crack

Niggas respect me 'cuz they know my nuts be hangin'and swingin'
If my toes get stepped on, I'm click-clackin' and bangin'
I've been out here since I was, like, ten years old
Caught my first gun charge in nineteen nine four

Scuffed my knees up a lot, he pulled me out that
I'm out here now, and ain't no way that I'ma look back
Fresh layed tha track down, I picked tha pad up for a minute
Put tha gat down, but don't think I still won't act, busta

Niggas better get it right and keep it right
?Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
?Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoa

You better get it right and keep it right
?Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
?Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoa

Niggas better get it right and keep it right
?Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
?Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoa

Get it right and keep it right
?Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at night
So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
?Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoa

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Hate Me Now - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: Hate Me Now
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Carl Orff, Nasir Jones, G Marchand

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Lyric:
Escobar Ceaser has returned

It's been a long time, been a long time comin'
It's life or death for me now
But you know, there's no turning back now
This is what makes me, this is what I am
Feel me, let's go

You can hate me now but I won't stop now
'Cause I can't stop now, you can hate me now
But I won't stop now 'cause I can't stop now
You can hate me now, you can hate me now
Do it now, do it now, do it now

Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy
Ice that I wear, clothes that I try, close your eyes
Picture me rollin', sixes, money foldin'
Bitches honeys that swollen, the riches, Nas get in ya
Most critically acclaimed Pulitzer prize winner
Best storyteller thug narrator my style's greater
Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters
Commentators ring side try watchin' my paper

Almost a decade quite impressive, most of the best is in the essence
For this rap shit that I stand for expanding more to the big screen
Bill Gates dreams but it seems you'd rather see me
In jail with state dreams
Want me off the scene fast but good things last
Like your favorite MC still makin' some mean cash
First rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects
But you still wanna hate, be my guest, I suggest

Money is power motherfucker
I got millions of thugs on salary, bitch
Do it now

You can hate me now but I won't stop now
'Cause I can't stop now, you can hate me now
But I won't stop now 'cause I can't stop now
You can hate me now, you can hate me now
Do it now, I told you do it now, let's go

You wanna hate me then hate me, what can I do?
But keep gettin' money, funny I was just like you
I had to hustle hard never give up until I made it
Now y'all sayin' that's a clever nigga, nothing to play with
Hate on me, I blew but I'm the same ol' G
People warn me, when you're on top there's envy
Took my niggas out the hood but you doubt on us
Sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us

My bad, should I step out my shoes give 'em to you?
Here's my car and my house you can live in that too
Criticize when I flow for the streets hate my dress code
Gucci this, Fendi that what you expect hoe?
Nickname Esco', took this game to its threshold
Best flow I bet the whole U.S. know
Try to make it like you the realest but who the illest?
Think we all know the answer to that 'cause niggas feel this right

You think I'm gonna come this far
And let you niggas stop me now? I hate you too
Do it now

You can hate me now but I won't stop now
'Cause I can't stop now, you can hate me now
But I won't stop now 'cause I can't stop now
You can hate me now, you can hate me now
I like this, I like the way this feels, let's go

It's a thin line between paper and hate
Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights
Hell or the Pearly Gates, I was destined to come
Predicted, blame God, He blew breath in my lungs
Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows
Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one
Took a little time to claim my spot
Chairman of the board until this game stop

And I side with the Lord, ride for the cause
While driving, niggas shot out my doors
Plottin, I'm sure to catch me with they glocks to my jaw
Try stickin' my up but I but I flipped on these ducks
Instead of me, ambulances were picking them up
Niggas fear what they don't understand, hate what they can't conquer
Guess its just a theory of man became a monster, atop of the world
Never fallin', I'm as real as they come from day one, forever ballin'
C'mon

Hey y'all can't see a nigga like me, never in your life
And that's what you can't understand

You can hate me now but I won't stop now
'Cause I can't stop now, you can hate me now
But I won't stop now 'cause I can't stop now
You can hate me now, you can hate me now
C'mon niggas, you can hate me now but I won't stop now

It ain't gon never stop, niggas

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Hit U Up - Lyrics - Lights Out - Lil' Wayne

Title: Hit U Up
Album: Lights Out
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Christopher Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Tab Virgil

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Lyric:
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas and sharks
Niggas that's 'bout beefin' lettin' them K's spark

Knockin' it off your shoulder soldiers, them real niggas
Niggas who did time hard to kill niggas
How you live you get it is the way a nigga play it
Niggas ain't fightin' no more niggas bustin' your head

Sendin' you to your grave, it's do or die, cousin
Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin
They dressin' in black, prepared for combat
Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks

Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
You get hit, that's on you, my nigga, you're outta luck
You're stuck like chuck, wodie, you're assed out
That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth

Get erased, my nigga
(My nigga)
Look here, I leave no trace, my nigga
(My nigga)
No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga
(My nigga)

Fled the scene, so you have no case, my nigga, case, my nigga
Look here, you can play if you wanna get down
Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Whaa?)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up

I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'ma take to my grave
Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave
Must was meant for me to be thuggin', I stay in some beef
Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets"

I can't help, I draw attention, they be fuckin' with me
I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets
A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police"
Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east

Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up

Still stickin' to the G-code, Ree's, and B's
Quit drinkin' but I will smoke some weed indeed
All they understand is my project English
And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

I run the streets 'cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark
You a killer, nigga? Ain't no fear in my heart
(Eah?)
I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war
I'll even go K for K with ya, now make your choice

Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga
Better know that I'm a snake, and I'ma sneak ya, nigga
Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin' niggas
Momma upset, can't even go on and grievin', nigga

Nothin' change, I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas
Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas
And empty a hundred out that K
Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me

I've been in the game, niggas know what I'm 'bout
So many murders under my belt, I done lost count
If you wanna be another number, my nigga
Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
Now, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

Now, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
Look, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Whaa?)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

Hello, world
I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter
Young mobster, wild and obnoxious
Pop some in your dreadlocks, what? Me not no rookie, boy

Glock cookin', boy
I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy
Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin'
Spark or lace somethin'

Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin'
Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America
And in my hood the laws are scared of us, we are too terrible
If I live to be old, it's a miracle

'Cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical
That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo
Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you
Don't blame me, society changed me

You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar
Cut off lights, we masked riders
The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake
With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
Look, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga
(Ooh)
(Did you see that?)

We hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
(Did you see that?)
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

Boy, look
We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)
Look, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up
(Ooh)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
(Ooh)

Nigga, we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me
We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin'
And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these Boys, nigga
(Hot hot hot)
Let 'em burn, nigga
Let 'em burn, nigga
B. Geezy, Lil Wheezy, Juvy, Two Tymer

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Get In 2 It - Lyrics - Fiend

Title: Get In 2 It
Artist: Fiend
Composer(s): Craig Bazile, Richard Anthony Jr Jones, M Young

Lyric:
Boy, you done fucked up now
Boy

All I know you better duck when I blast, run when I pass
(And get somewhere)
Come up with my cash, I'ma up and get mask
(And get somewhere)

Take what I'm owed, I'ma have to unload
(The [unverified])
Re-stock the rifles [unverified]
('Cause I'm street with it)

Never be punked keep one in the trunk
(My deadly assassin)
Get to jumping the skunk Mr Whomp
(And I'm acting bad)

Loaded and full don't try none of that bull
(2 steps to the head)
Go on and pull [unverified]
(They'll find you dead)

Down in the south claiming the heat
(Let 'em bleed)
Going to get bucked and not give a fuck
(Where it's ass bleed)

This ain't just words
And I damn sure can't fake it
What I'm trying to say is you a coward
And you might not make it

So what we got to do to get in 2 it
What we got to do to get in 2 it
Boy, thinking we can do it

Now we can flip anything that I front ya
You say nigga I ride before you bring mine's
I'ma leave yours outlined in chalk
And if you talk to them F-E-D's like the street code homie then
The catfish are hungry

Too many phony mothafuckas try to step in the circle
Don't you know TRU bitches will hurt you
Break your shirt too Mia X
(Mama Drama)

Coming and swinging at dumb hoe beaters
Right and left will crush you, attitude adjuster
Fuck get ready for war, nigga, send them on in

'Cause I got more guts than nare [unverified]
I fears no man or woman and kin after them
My gat retracts at them, reacts and claps at them
Nigga

So what we got to do to get in 2 it
What we got to do to get in 2 it
Boy, thinking we can do it

So what we got to do to get in 2 it
What we got to do to get in 2 it
Boy, thinking we can do it

So what we got to do to get in 2 it
What we got to do to get in 2 it
Boy, thinking we can do it

So what we got to do to get in 2 it
What we got to do to get in 2 it
Boy, thinking we can do it

Now I done seen your kind before you walked that line before
Plenty niggaz talking they sticking ass out [unverified]
I don't hide from my hoes, bitch, I meet 'em where I tell 'em
And let the results be three days and you'll smell 'em

I can't give a nigga the satisfaction of altercation
Miscommunication got his ass with a bang face
Chasing mothafuckas up the block if I have to
Don't think that I won't smack you or bitch slap you

With something filthy I bought for the dark
6 shot ghetto hot, so I can't be caught
Look I fuck with 'em I let the bulldog talk to 'em
Don't got the pedigree of a G until it bark to 'em

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J.I.M.M.Y. - Lyrics - Harlem: Diary of a Summer - Jim Jones

Title: J.I.M.M.Y.
Album: Harlem: Diary of a Summer
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): T Holiday, J Graham, M Brown, Shelby Joyner, Jim Jones

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Lyric:
J.I.M.M.Y.

Capo, what's my motherfuckin' name?
Eastside, say what, what's my motherfuckin' name?
DipSet, Byrd Gang

Catch that boy Capo
Cruisin' up 8th with the top low and the cops low
I'm a DipSet boss
You don't wanna get clapped, get caught up in the cross

And I'm caught up in the floss
Chain 500 thou' 'cause I'm brought up in the gloss
And I'm caught up in the cross
I'm a winner, I ain't tryin' to get caught up with a loss

Now when the hell would it stop
I keep evading the law, getting tailed by the cops
I keep breakin' the law, got a bail on spot
You can't cool me off, tried to tell you I'm hot

Goin' hard for 16
Livin' that fast life like I'm made for the big screen
And y'all know how I get in the club
A nigga knew the bouncer, a 4-fifth in the club

I try to two step, 4-fifth can't budge
So I'm posted in the back while I'm twistin' up bud
Got some hoes in the back and they sippin' on suds
Blowin' smoke on the dough, poppin' Cris' with the thugs

Shit, I'm a boss I said
A DipSet gangsta I don't cross my legs
G's up, eastside, code red
Beef what, we ride low pay

Catch that boy Capo
Cruisin' up 8th with the top low and the cops low
I'm a DipSet boss
You don't wanna get clapped, get caught up in the cross

And I'm caught up in the floss
Chain 500 thou' 'cause I'm brought up in the gloss
And I'm caught up in the cross
I'm a winner, I ain't tryin' to get caught up with a loss

What they gonna do with the Capo
Got a hard body clique that'll shoot for the Capo
When they drive by the strip they saluting the Capo
Keep one fly bitch up in the coupe with the Capo

Now a days all it pays to come jukin' them macho's
The other half must think I'm suite 'cause I gato
Or maybe it's because I keep my pants off my ass

I am my own boss, I only answer for cash
I only fear the law, so fuck a man with a badge
And I'm tryin' to duck the law dogs I'm gettin' indicted
They done showed me the money, shit the kid got excited

So if the kid get an inch, well, I'm takin' a yard
And if the kid do get bitch, well, I'm takin' a yard
That's till the day that I'm charged
We be leavin' out the club, my crew racin' the cars
Who's at your favorite broad

Catch that boy Capo
Cruisin' up 8th with the top low and the cops low
I'm a DipSet boss
You don't wanna get clapped, get caught up in the cross

And I'm caught up in the floss
Chain 500 thou' 'cause I'm brought up in the gloss
And I'm caught up in the cross
I'm a winner, I ain't tryin' to get caught up with a loss

I done ran through most clubs that they have in my city
Dancin' in the spot with my hammer getting pissy
One hand up on the bitch other hand on my blizzy
I kicked my G mac, tryin' to slip her a mickie

Lord, help the boy they tryin' get me
Always pull me over they be dyin' to frisk me
Car smell like weed and I be reakin' of liquor
Told me I was free but they see I'm the nigga

I gotta leave 'em one bigger
I said I'm from a hood where police gettin' hit up
Get up, let's not make it a issue
But if a nigga piss me off I'm goin' straight to the pistol

Then we could make it official
Next time you see ya mama
Won't be awake when she kiss you
I'm just tryin' to get some paper
And avoid all the haters

Catch that boy Capo
Cruisin' up 8th with the top low and the cops low
I'm a DipSet boss
You don't wanna get clapped, get caught up in the cross

And I'm caught up in the floss
Chain 500 thou' 'cause I'm brought up in the gloss
And I'm caught up in the cross
I'm a winner, I ain't tryin' to get caught up with a loss

J.I.M.M.Y.
J.I.M.M.Y.

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Let'S Ride - Lyrics - Montell Jordan

Title: Let'S Ride
Artist: Montell Jordan
Composer(s): Teddy Bishop, Montell Du Sean Jordan

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Lyric:
Uhhhhhh
You like that, huh?
Remember me?
Let's get roudy
Let's ride
Yeah, yeah
Yo, Montell when you walk
They be goin' to the lobby ya'll
Tell the bellman I need some more towels up here
When you see shorty?
The one that's sittin on them 20's?
Tell him in 504 she's still 'bout me, you heard?
Let's get roudy

You know Montell's 'bout it, 'bout it
Master P's 'bout it, 'bout it

Stepped in the club
After my show
You know the spot
Where everybody's on the low low
That's when I saw her
She saw me
She told me she like Master P
And Montell occassionally
So I laid back
Put a $50 in my mouth
Said I wanna see you shake it girl
Cuz that's what that 'bout it, 'bout it's about
All the nigga's in the club
Was jealous of me
Cuz I waited for it and I stayed for
And I'm damn near 'bout to pay for it
So

Let's ride
All night
I don't doubt it
Your love is 'bout it, 'bout it
And I'm so excited
Girl, I wanna ride it

Let's Ride
Tonight
Can't do without it
Your love is 'bout it, 'bout it
And I won't deny, babe
Girl I wanna ride it

Now baby what's more than incredible
She did her thing
5'5" 146, Swinging nothing but a g-string
Her chocolate lips and
Sexy thighs
Sittin' properly up on top of me
She's riding, ain't no stopping me now
She bounced back
Then rocked slow
Like she's auditioning to kick it in my video
There ain't no limit
To what she'd do
I'm listening, she's whispering
Her girl wanna ride me too

Let's ride
All night
I don't doubt it
Your love is 'bout it, 'bout it
And I'm so excited
Girl, I wanna ride it

She's moving up and down
And round and round tonight
Moving up and down
And around and around
She's moving up and down
And round and round, let's ride
Oh baby ain't nothing like the real thing

See us soldiers do it wild
I could make you smile
Make my nine go pow
Put on your boots let's run some miles
Camouflage on them sheets
Make that head board squeak
Up and down 'till you weak
Cuz us thug like a feak
Sixty eight will be my code
If you 'bout it girl, let's roll
I told you was no limit
Cuz tonight anything goes

Anything goes, let's roll
Lemme help you take up off your clothes
Give me a preview before
And the rest after the show
Thug love mixed with cream
Hennessey, strawberries, and Moet
Champagne, mo' in the bath havin' a hot tub
Drop a foot off a Oriental Rug
Can't get enough
You on top of me
Me on top of you
Do what you want to this thug
Girl ain't no stopping you

Let's ride
All night
I don't doubt it
Your love is 'bout it, 'bout it
And I'm so excited
Girl, I wanna ride it

Coming to breakfast
Go tomorrow
Yeah, I'm coming wit you
Me and Silkk, fool

Told ya'll there wasn't no limit
UHHHH

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Lil' Daddy - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: Lil' Daddy
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

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Lyric:
Whoa, c'mon, whoa
Whoa, I hear you niggaz heart pumpin', c' mon
Whoa, what's up? Whoa, [Incomprehensible]
Whoa, U.T.P, U.T.P

He gotta be in too much 'bout everything that he touch
Out of the roof, money get packed up and moved in the truck
Kill me if you feel I ain't worthy
I inherited skills from murky niggaz that's as real as my Saints jersey

I stand here, posted in the worst of times
Knowing niggaz after me, gonna rehearse my grind
I'm not a prophet but I could teach you how to cock it and pop it
And how to put some money in your pocket

You see something you like, go 'head and cop it
But watch it, niggaz gone knock it
Trying to get you for your paper when them bitches is jockin'
You might do Lil' Daddy like that but this is not him
Don't look for your people to help you, my niggaz done shot them

My people done told me I could roll
I got a reputation for beating niggaz and hoes
Stickin' to the G code, 'tees, 'rees, and 'bows
Pop a Ex, smoke a blunt, if you believe it then, whoa

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy
Woah

I'm way over the top with mines
I used to bag it up and take it to the block sometimes
Poor niggaz be eating pork, rich niggaz be eating steak
I'ma get me a Porterhouse, nigga, you just wait

Couldn't step on my toes if you was standing 6' 8"
It's mister 400 bitches, so get that shit straight
You better talk to your hoe 'fore I put dick in her face
Look, I'm wild Magnolia, she better get in her place

I ain't a law abiding citizen, I gets ignorant
I got a trail of niggaz telling cops what I did to them
Ain't lookin' for no poppers, ain't looking for no partners
I'm looking for mo' choppers to get rid of mo' problems

All I got is my ball and my words
My momma, my daddy, my children, my gun and my herb
Shit, they got a lot of killers, I know
But ain't too many gon' make it to see 2004, whoa

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

I tried to play the background as much as I could
'Cause all the big mouth niggaz be gettin' knocked in the hood
Remember them lil' niggaz? They done grew up now
So 'ret street and [Incomprehensible] turned into a clocked up dump

We scam on shit because we love that sound
We not concerned about waiting until the night come 'round
Hey lil' mama, I'm a gorilla, let me pipe that down
Yeah, you like that now

I'm a professional, the mountaineer of the streets
I got old timers paying close attention to me
I could get your shit split for the minimum fee, yeah
Fucking with them niggaz, got a ten for a ki'

Got a few princess cuts on the watch and the piece
I'll put it on your ass for a [Incomprehensible]
Don't get mad 'cause I've been cocking your niece
She been giving head and eating pussy like a lot of the freaks

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
...

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Take Them 5 - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: Take Them 5
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
I hate to be doin' 5 but 10 even worse
I'ma take it before the district attorney strike worse
Beside he know what I did and they got evidence
And I'm not about to play with them people intelligence

Motherfuckers try to stay, peep me at my residence
Chargin' me for homicide, they say it was negligent
Fuck it, I'ma accept my lick when it come to me
Now let me see how many of these bitches gon' run for me

Shit, my breath funky with a migraine headache
Big pissed off 'cause I know I made a mistake
But that's what I get fuckin' with pussy ass niggaz
And 2 dollar hoes that'll trade you for cash figures

They did that but I got a way to get 'em back
Not with the police though Juve ain't no rat
Nigga tell me shit, I done fallen for the end
And you woulda had that dick look when you'd caught that 10

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

All the money in the world can't even move you
Your lawyers tryin' to fuck you, the judge tryin' to lose you
The district attorney don't give a fuck about y'all
'Cause he gotta run run for office again in the fall

So everything he cross-examine, he tryin' to fuck over
Grudges on his shoulder, tryin' to read his quota
You wastin' ya time boy when you wastin' they time
'Cause they'll start off with a nickel and try and give you a dime

You think I'm lyin', go ask my cousin KC
You think I'm lyin', go ask my cousin Ducky
Both of my niggaz just cam home from doin' a bit
Both of my niggaz know what incarceration is

Lil' Daddy, you fightin' a war you can't win
You're guilty as charged soon as them people stand up in
So accept ya lick, you got caught with more than a brick
And you ain't gon' see the streets 'til two-thousand and six

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

It's sharks out here boy, niggaz be rattin'
You be up in penitentiary and don't know what happened
Law, you're tellin' me you're wanted for murder and kidknappin'
Short on they information so they lyin' and scrappin'

You don't want to be in jail, that ain't your place
When your child graduate you gon' look her in the face
Tell her lil' wodie out there hustlin' somewhere across the nation
All in the projects, take that probation

Believe it or not, you be up in the cell block
Far away from home where you can't even sell rocks
Bitches ain't on your side like up in the bricks
'Cause once you up in the jail house, they searchin' for that dick

Sco' no, cho' no, I'm single
My man up in jail, I can still mingle
I'm my own woman, fuck who, what or when
My man can't whip me 'cause he doin' ten

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

You gon' take 'em 5, are you gon' take that shit to trial?
And gon' be denied, violate probation when you just got caught
With that ride, that alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

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To Live &Amp; Die In La - Lyrics - Makaveli

Title: To Live &Amp; Die In La
Artist: Makaveli
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Quincy D Iii Jones, Valaria Young

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Lyric:
Street Science, you're on the air
What do you feel when you hear a record like 2Pac's new one?
I love 2Pac's new record
Right, but don't you feel like that creates a tension
Between East and West? He's talking about killing people
I had sex with your wife and not in those words
But he's talking about I wanna see you deceased

No doubt to live & die in L.A., California
What you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun

To live & die in L.A., where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin'
Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces

Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark
Cold hearted bout it nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryin' to floss on him blind to a broken man's dream
A hard lesson court cases keep me guessin'

Plea bargain' ain't an option now, so I'm stressin'
Cost me more to be free than a life in the pen
Makin' money off of cuss words, writin' again

Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset likin' the scene
What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell
To live & die in L.A. on bail, my angel sing

To live & die in L.A., it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see

To live & die in L.A.
To live & die in L.A., it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see

It's the, City of Angels and constant danger
South Central L.A., can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
Watchin' the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe

So many niggaz gettin' three strikes tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry
'Cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now
Livin' life thug style, so I can't smile

Writin' to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinkin' Cali just fun and bitches
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's

I love Cali like I love woman
'Cause every nigga in L.A. got a little bit of thug in him
We might fight with each other but I promise you this
We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed
To live & die in L.A.

To live & die in L.A., it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see

To live & die in L.A., it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see

'Cause would it be L.A. without Mexicans?
Black love brown pride and the sets again
Pete Wilson tryin' to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit
Out for everything they owe, remember K-day

Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK
Automatics rang free, niggaz lost they way
Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood
But recognize and it's all good, where the weed at?

Niggaz gettin' screamed out
Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B.
Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit' a ounce to burn

Got them Watts niggaz with me, OFTB
They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too
Big Rock got knocked but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin' it pay
Gettin' high watchin' time fly, to live & die in L.A.

To live & die in L.A., it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see

To live & die in L.A., it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see

This go out for 92.3 and 106
All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit
Makin' my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum
This go out to all the magazines that supported to make it
All the real motherfuckers, all the stores, the mom and pop spots
A and R people, all y'all motherfuckers
L.A., California Love part motherfuckin' Two without gay ass Dre

To live & die in L.A.
To live & die in L.A.

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Heads Up - Lyrics - Birdman - Birdman

Title: Heads Up
Album: Birdman
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): A Nelson, D Boys, Kedrick Moore, Phalon Alexander, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

Aye, I heard it was a murder
Robbing and kidnapping, lil one with that jaw jacking
Saying that he stacking ain't packing that tool go to clapping
You hear that, move out before the

Man I don't like that nigga anyway
I heard he been ratting
We can drag him to the river Stone
Nah, leave him for Patrice

I'm a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum, slow down
I came with the four pounds so fucking let it go down
I'm tired of them niggas talking, I'm letting the trigga sparker
Bull dog barking, Cadillac done did 'em awful

He ratting, stooping, bitching, and busting balls
Say Lac, I'ma send this nigga to the mall, it is what it is
It's one way in dog, heads up
Grab on them K-9 dogs

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

Stunna a street nigga, straight up make him act as money
And I don't sleep nigga, I stay up in a black 600
I play for keeps nigga, so pay up, ain't jacking nothing
The price is cheap nigga, heads up, crackers coming

See I'm a known D Boy so they hits my spot
Put my homies on they knees and they check for rocks
So we change stash spots 'cause the blocks is hot
On the rag-less cars so they can't clip my spots

The Caprice's on the block moving slowly
That's the motherfucking police
Here come the laws nigga heads up
Better raise up Big chips if ya made something

Move, move out nigga
They coming through, what about the traffic daddy?
Nigga, fuck you, heads up you know what to do
You best to break, run, 'cause nigga they coming through

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

They told me put my hands on the car and show me your hands
I had some raw in my draws so I broke out and ran
I can't afford to be busted 'til my money advance
But I'm running with the Bird man so I'm straight nigga

I'm on the block with the rocks and the 44
It's so hot and we still burn a pound of dro'
Million stashed in the trunk or compartment doors
A hundred birds stashed in a Bentley four door

I'm sticking to tha G-Code, Tees and Bauts
Break it up [Incomprehensible] covered in rocks
Got a bitch on every exit that's holding my blocks
And I drive a [Incomprehensible] but keep my Lexus by my older shops

Streets watching, I know that's why I'm on my shit
When them people riding with four doors up my click
Showing them off to rookie cops to watch out for me
And I know this from crooked cops that get blocks from me

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

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Torture - Lyrics - Method Man

Title: Torture
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Derrick Harris, Clifford Smith

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Lyric:
You know
Through bein humbles
Tru mast' on da track like that y'know?
Been in this rap game for like the past
Four bullets now, y'know?
Doin' bids, yea yea
I done peeped a lotta cats come through
Courageous cats, stray cats, ha ha
Top cats with top hats, ya know what I'm sayin'?
But it all boils down to this, we talkin' lyrics
Rhymes, line for line, numero uno
Who the best? I don't know
Check it

Flame on, I rain fire, when Johnny Storm
I'm shocking like live wire, you have been warned
I prolong this next chamber to make it strong
And prove all them doubters wrong

Killin' 'em softly with this song, addin' on
Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons
On my shift, shootin' that gift, knowin' he snitched
On the telethon, runnin' his lips, sinkin' the ship

Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him
And now she can't even save him, Johnny blaze 'em
Send him to his final restin'
Back to the essence, Faces of Death, The Final Lesson

Toture, toture, toture
Motherfuckin' torture
Y'all niggaz know

Who got John Blaze shit? Suckin' my dick to get famous
So I switch blades to Dangerous
Welcome to my torture chambers
Torture chambers where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me?

I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly
I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me
Keep your enemies, close and your heat closer
I slam just like my culture on all theories

Dead that, straight off the meat rack with this one
You get burned playin' Nix-on, Hot Biscuit
Stand back, don't make me spit one, and paint pictures
On the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencils

Iron lung since I was young and not knowin'
Where the next meal was comin' from, been troublesome
To all those posin' a threat
If I go, everybody gotta go next, y'all niggaz know

The code of the street soldier, I'm watchin' time
And time watchin' me colder, Grim Reaper
Breathin' death on my shoulder
Waitin' for the day to take me over, take me over

Toture, toture, toture
Motherfuckin' torture
Y'all niggaz know

That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me
Still tryin' to fuck my hoe, Johnny-come-latelys?
Got me in a world of shit, and now I'm pissed
Mama said there'd be days like this

Tis the seazon for ducks and my pen's bleedin'
Leavin' kids barely breathin' for sneak-thievin'
Famished from lack of eatin' and lack of teachin'
Banished from Rhyme and Reason for high treason

Can it be that the kid with the knot knees
Got G to make a grown man cop plea
For this track I got a lovebug like Starsky
Blow back until I drop Tical Part 3

Ain't no stoppin' when you start me, John Jay
Pullin' your card, mayday, mayday
Niggaz owe they life to God, and now it's payday
Take it how ya wanna take it, fully clothed or butt-naked

I learned the hard way, ain't nuttin' sacred
In this world, time to face it, Johnny basic
Instinct, I'm sure to make it
While others fake it

Fuck the spotlight, G O D already got light
Say what you like, just spell my name right
No doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fish
Cake niggaz, keep my dick up out your mouth

Toture, toture, toture
Motherfuckin' torture
Y'all niggaz know

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