Back In The Day - Lyrics - Under Construction - Missy Elliott

Title: Back In The Day
Album: Under Construction
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Shawn Carter, Timothy Mosley, G Barge

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Lyric:
Brothers and sisters
Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to
Whassup Missy? Timbo
This is another, Missy
Hip-hop, yes
Elliott, exclusive

Yes, uhh
One for the butters, I came from the gutter
No I came from my mother but y'all know what I mean
Hov' is here to stay like permanent crease in your jeans
Me and Missy be the new tag team
"Whoomp, there it is"
We like, Rae and Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz
We "Public Enemy no. 1," our "Uzi weighs a ton"
This is our house, run

What happened to those good old days?
(Ha)
When hip-hop, was so much fun
Ohh, house parties in the summer y'all
(C'mon)
And no one, came through with a gun
It was all about the music y'all
It helped, to relieve some stress
(Ha)
Oh, we was under one groove y'all
(Y'all)
So much love between north and west
(Ha)

Go back in the day
British knights and gold chains
Do the prep and cabbage patch
And wear your laces all fat
Back in the day, hey hey hey
Hip-hop has changed

Remember when we used to battle?
(Uh-huh)
On the block before the lights came on
(Ha yeah)
Oh mama said, "we would be straight a kids")
(C'mon)
If we did our homework, like we knew those songs
Salt-N-Pepa, Rakim, and P.E.
(Ha)
D.M.C, and heavy D
Yes daddy Kane, slick Rick too
MC Lyte opened, doors for you and me, c'mon
(Paper thin)

Go back in the day
British knights and gold chains
Do the prep and cabbage patch
And wear your laces all fat
Back in the day, hey hey hey
Hip-hop has changed
(Young J. Bizzy, let's do it again nigga)

Grew up the way it oughta be from day K.R.S. one all the way
Up to "Nineteen naughty three"
To M.O.P., we "Cold as ice"
Nigga we rock it from the "Dre day" to the suge knight
So fuck chuck Phillips and Bill O'reilly
If they try to stop hip-hop, we all gon' rally nigga
Post biggie and 'Pac, I gotta hold down the city
Make a nigga wanna 'Holla' like Missy but fuck it

Just let a nigga M.C.
The best rapper alive, unquestionably
If you rip on your E.P., you gonna need an M.D.
So "You gots to chill" 'cause I "Kill at will"
Like solid water dude, y'all niggaz don't get it
"Kill at will," solid water? Ice cube
Ha ha, that's how hip-hop has evolved
Jay-Z's for President, I'm namin' ras the national God

Me and jigga, jigga j-j-jay-hova
I rocks the mic right whether I'm pissy drunk or sober
Misdemeanor fo'-finger ringer I'm stupid fresh
I've been hot since L L rocked the Kangol hat
Yes yes, the yes yes, the yes y'alln
(C'mon, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Okay, me, that nigga jigga, fresh dressed in the mornin'
(C'mon, oh yeah, oh yeah)

Go back in the day
British knights and gold chains
Do the prep and cabbage patch
And wear your laces all fat
Back in the day, hey hey hey
Hip-hop has changed

I wanna, go back in time
(Let's go)
Feels like I, I wanna, go back in time
Feels like I
(Y'all remember self destruction)
I wanna, go back in time
(Where all the rap artists got on a record together)
Feels like I, I wanna, go back in time
(I used to love them days, no tension, let's go)

Go back in the day
British knights and gold chains
Do the prep and cabbage patch
And wear your laces all fat
Back in the day, hey hey hey
Hip-Hop has changed

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Basic Thugonomics - Lyrics - John Cena

Title: Basic Thugonomics
Artist: John Cena
Composer(s): John Cena, Dj Chaos Marc Predka

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Lyric:
So, you think you're untouchable

Word life, this is Basic Thugonomics
This is B-Basic Thugonomics
Word life, I'm untouchable
But I'm forcin' you to feel me

Word life, this is Basic-Basic
Thug-Thug-Thugonomics
Word life, I'm untouchable
But I'm forcin' you to feel me

Whether fightin' or spittin' my discipline is unforgiven
Got you backin' up in the defensive position
An ass-kcikin' anthem, heavyweight or bantam
Holdin' camps for ransom, a microphone phantom

Teams hit the floor this the new fight joint
Like a broken needle kid you missin' the point
We dominate your conference with offense, that's no nonsense
My theme song hits, gets you reinforcements

We strike quick with hard kicks, duckin' night sticks
Bare-knuckled men through fight pits, beat you lifeless
Never survive this, you forgot like all-timers
Two-faced rappers walk away with four shiner

It's a one-rhymer, turnin' legends to old-timers
My incisors like a viper bitin' through your one-liners
New DeadMan Inc., and we about to make you famous
Takin' over Earth and still kickin' in Uranus

Word life, this is Basic Thugonomics
This is B-Basic Thugonomics
Word life, I'm untouchable
But I'm forcin' you to feel me

Word life, this is Basic-Basic
Thug-Thug-Thugonomics
Word life, I'm untouchable
But I'm forcin' you to feel me

You ain't advanced enough to process, potential for medical concepts
Some objects are foreign, like Loch Ness
Arts and sex are complex regardless of your finesse
Or fitness is the condition of business

Your lame vision of a underground physical image
You're underneath to undermine, your whole typical image
With the precision of percentages and the collision of sentences
Poetry beats your mics

We untouchable like righteous sluts with no crevasses
Streets unite, we rock righter with dumber beats
You cats couldn't come this hot [Incomprehensible] in the summer heat
Forget two takes, kill your birds the first time

You better stay worthy of my filler of worse rhymes
I'm better than nice, check the veterans twice
You be beside your self with fear
I'll kill you and bury you twice despite the cover of night

Trackin' ya flight like guerrilla warfare, when the grass is dense
Approaching me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense
Dead-da, when the lights, the mic is on
The crowd is dead like intermission and you on the Titan Tron

Word life, this is Basic Thugonomics
This is B-Basic Thugonomics
Word life, I'm untouchable
But I'm forcin' you to feel me

Word life, this is Basic-Basic
Thug-Thug-Thugonomics
Word life, I'm untouchable
But I'm forcin' you to feel me

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Batteries Not Included - Lyrics - A - Jethro Tull

Title: Batteries Not Included
Album: A
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Ian Anderson

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Lyric:
Six o'clock in the morning
Wake up by the bed
There sits a new Japanese toy
And I like it

See the name on the wrapping
Can't read yet but I know
It's made for me, lucky boy
And I want it

Lights that flash, wheels that go round
Digital display
Fresh silicon chips to enjoy
And I need them

Where's the batteries? Where's the batteries?

Sitting silent and empty
Wish I could breathe life
In my friend who's terribly still
And I like him

Just like me, p'rhaps he's hungry
Six volts make him smile
And twelve volts would probably kill
How I like him

Daddy, where's the batteries
I can't find my batteries
Daddy, where's the batteries
[Incomprehensible]
I cannot find my batteries

Seven o'clock in the morning
They find me by the bed
With my friend the Japanese toy
I am with him

Mummy, Daddy can't see you
Hear you
Batteries not included in this little boy

Where's my batteries? Where's my batteries?

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Be Prepared - Lyrics - Lion King

Title: Be Prepared
Artist: Lion King
Composer(s): Elton John, Ric

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Lyric:
I never thought hyenas essential
They're crude and unspeakably plain
But maybe they've a glimmer of potential
If allied to my vision and brain

I know that your powers of retention
Are as wet as a warthogs backside
But thick as you are, pay attention
My words are a matter of pride

It's clear from your vacant expressions
The lights are not all on upstairs
But we're talking kings and successions
Even you can't be caught unawares

So prepare for a chance of a lifetime
Be prepared for sensational news
A shining new era, is tiptoeing nearer
And where do we feature?

Just listen to teacher
I know it sounds sordid but you'll be rewarded
When at last I am given my dues!
And injustice deliciously squared
Be prepared!

Yeah! Be prepared, we'll be prepared! For what?
For the death of the king
Is he sick?
No, fool! We're going to kill him and Simba, too
Great idea! Who needs a king?
No king, no king!
Idiots! There will be a king!
But you said?
I will be king!
Stick with me and you'll never go hungry again!

Yay, all right! Long live the king!
Long live the king!

It's great that we'll soon be connected
With a king who'll be all-time adored

Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected
To take certain duties on board
The future is littered with prizes
And though I'm the main addressee
The point that I must emphasize is
You won't get a sniff without me!

So prepare for the coup of the century
Be prepared for the murkiest scam
Meticulous planning tenacity spanning
Decades of denial is simply why I'll
Be king undisputed respected, saluted
And seen for the wonder I am

Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared
Be prepared!
Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared
Be prepared!

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Best Of All Possible Worlds - Lyrics - The Little Willies - Little Willies

Title: Best Of All Possible Worlds
Album: The Little Willies
Artist: Little Willies
Composer(s): Kristoffer Kristofferson

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Lyric:
I was runnin' through the summer rain
Waiting for the evenin' train
To kill that old familiar pain
Weavin' through my tangled brain
When I tipped my bottle back
Smacked into a cop I didn't see

That policeman said, "Mister Cool
If you ain't drunk, then you're a fool"
I said, "If that's against the law
Tell me why I never saw
No man locked in this jail of yours
Wasn't just as low down poor as me?"

And that's just when someone turned out the lights
Yes, and I wound up in jail to spend the night
And the dream of all the wine and lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds

Next mornin' woke up feelin' like
My head was really gone
And like my thick old tongue
Was lickin' something sick and wrong
I said, "I'd sell my soul for something
About as wet and cold as this old cell"

That kindly jailer looked at me
All eaten up with sympathy
Then poured himself another beer
Came and whispered in my ear
"If booze was just a dime a bottle
Boy, you couldn't even buy the smell"

I said, "I knew there's something I liked about this town"
Oh, but it'll take more than that to bring me down
'Cause there's still a lot of wine and lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds

Well, they finally came and told me
They was a gonna set me free
And I'd be leavin' town
If I knew what was good for me
I said, "It's nice to learn
That everybody's so concerned about my health"

But I won't be leavin' no more quicker than I can
And I've enjoyed about as much of this as I can stand
And I don't need this town of yours
No more than I never needed nothin' else"

'Cause there's still a lot of drinks that I ain't drunk
Yes, and lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thunk
Oh yeah, there's still a lot of wine and lonely girls
In this best of all possible worlds
In this best of all possible worlds
In this best of all possible worlds

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Bright Lights - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Bright Lights
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Time's running out just as fast as it can
She's leaving me cold, I don't understand
Hearts beating hard on the edge of the floor
Gotta kill this pain, 'cause I can't take no more

Bright lights on a cold night
If it feels good, then it's alright

Thinking about when we first met
All those memories kill me get them out of my head
The flashing lights of the cities roar
Make my mind a blur who's that knocking on the door?
Nothing's for keeps can't get no sleep
My future is late, guess I'll find it next week

Bright lights on a cold night
If it feels good then it's alright
She's caught up in the spotlight

See her up there in a New York fashion show
See the freedom in her eyes
Could've chose a better time for it all to go wrong

Another night and my life is my own
But it scares me half to death
l turn on the TV, I see her favorite shows
Oh, I can't get her out of my head
Out in the bars, in the village with friends
You can buy me a drink but please don't mention her name

Bright lights on a cold night
If it feels good then it's alright
And she's up there in the spotlight
Now it's over and it's goodnight

Bright lights, bright lights, bright lights

See her up there in a New York fashion show
See the freedom in her eyes
Could've chose a better time for it all to go wrong

Bright lights on a cold night
If it feels good then it's alright

Bright lights, bright lights

Bright lights on a cold night
If it feels good then it's alright
And she's up there in the spotlight
And now it's over and it's goodnight

Bright lights, bright lights, bright lights, bright lights

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Cereal Killer - Lyrics - Tical 2000 Judgementday - Method Man

Title: Cereal Killer
Album: Tical 2000 Judgementday
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Willie James Clarke, Clifford Smith, Clarence Henry Reid, Reggie Noble, Robert Diggs

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Lyric:
Yeah, murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
I'm going to kill

Slowly I turn, step by step through the back window, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set while everybody in the house slept
I disconnect the phones and the rest find a butcher knife
Cut the power lines to the lights now a nigga wild for the night
I come like the living death, straight from the dirt
Back to avenge his own death on this earth

Ever heard of Jason, then you know my work
Down to the basement, the dog get it first
I can't help myself, my thoughts ain't my own
The voices in my head just won't leave me alone
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Pissing on the car seats, flattenin' the wheels
So there's no escape from the fate that awaits
No one to witness the horror taking place

Yeah, now I'm on my way up the stairs
To the bedroom on my prey unaware
Heads will be hung from the chimney with care
With hopes that the police soon will be here
I'm a killer

Yo, yo
Fuck knocking, kick the door, evict the four
Yell out, "It's a stickup, hit the floor"
You fish cake niggas, stay Lipton off
Did your mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's
Battle in session, what's up with it?
I talk like I walk with a fucked up pivot
Niggas scream out, "It's just us bitches"
Don't shoot, out the phone booth

I aim at your party, hit the wrong group, "Happy birth"
Niggas done snap, runnin' hunch back
Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked
So run laps, for I body you
Bust out the size, like karate shoes, Doc
Turn Velcro, when night falls
Central park joggers, wear bright clothes
Tae Bo, five flo's lizard, centipede, snake
I'm a killer, I'm a killer
This is the sound of a cow

Yo, yo
I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley, after P P P strips you empty
Gather around, for rapid sound fourth of July was three months ago
Shoulda pad 'em down no one will fold both thumbs
And eight fingers to square with Joe Young
Tongue below one, spit dumb, moron
For white boys to snowboard on
So whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?

Chew spearmint gum two double pump
Two cannons, piece by piece
Your school get dazed like G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, payin' no bills
Body, you and supermarket, no thrills

Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill

Doc hold my coat, I'm 'bout to go low
Titanic MC rock the boat meth
Tone deaf rhyme, microphone sex line
Next time don't forget the TEC-9 step
Five digital, context is critical
Bomb threat these individuals thats on deck
So you the ill est nigga in Nebraska? Hell naw
It's the master, number sixteen, party crasher, Flex

I think too much, I drink too much
My crew don't really give two fucks, about you ducks
We over here Shaolin', what, spontaneous combust
When I smoke a bag of dust, what a rush, cigar be the dutch
Method Man and Redman, Starsky and Hutch
I crush MC's can't trust niggas, niggas can't trust me
I'm a killer

Cereal, cereal killer
Cereal, cereal killer
Cereal, cereal killer
Cereal, cereal killer

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Click Click - Lyrics - Blood Money - Mobb Deep

Title: Click Click
Album: Blood Money
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Stu Phillips, Glenn Larson, Albert Johnson, Marvin Bernard, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open

And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon
And there ain't that much room for all us
Limited space, the game like a tour bus

I won't break, I just take, take and take
Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake
Snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities
Ain't my forte makin' pennies

They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like [Incomprehensible], leavin' nowhere to be found but buried
The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me
Stop schemin' on me baby 'cause it ain't that easy

Niggaz leave prints 'cause their palms so greasy
Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em
The AK'll do 'em, like nobody doin' 'em
Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus

I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion
Six hundred Ki's, that's fifty-one million
Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones
Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone

Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago

My connect is a Cuban named Flaco
With my aim, you a human taco
Meetin' shells, yo the Feds tryin' to peep our sales
My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the window
When you catchin' me shootin' out the Coup, then switch your lane
You don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low
'Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain

It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk
One, two, three hundred shots
Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block
Old people, the pets and the kids
Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit

And we don't give a fuck about the police nigga
This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga
We're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to me
Fuck 'em they don't give a fuck about P
If they could kill me, believe me, they would

That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good
When them street, lights, come on nigga
You best, have, your gun on nigga
'Cause tonight we ride and you die
As soon as I walk up, or drive-by

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

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Crossroads - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: Crossroads
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): J T Smith, M Smith, B Ervin

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Lyric:
The wind is howlin' the rain pours down
Eyes are blood-shot heartbeat pounds
Lights go out the whole world's in darkness
The ground is tremblin', dogs are barkless
In the sky there appears a great light
Burnin' all the flesh off the creatures of the night
Ah, cryin' in a childless tone
Terrified of dyin' a painful death alone

Don't smile lest the innocent child
The power of God is gonna get you through [incomprehensible]
Throw like a hit from the best
Take it in a slump, ha ha, feel it in your chest
Conquerin' the world with the words
Leadin' the children like herds
I can feel it buildin', I'm about to explode
I'm walkin' on the crossroads

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked walkin' on the crossroads

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked at the crossroads

Violins and trumpets play
25 thousand people in a golden sleigh
On there way to the promised land
Deliverance but yet some don't understand
Rough on a late night thrill
After midnight kill or be killed
Soldiers, warriors, mercenaries
Crossin' each other on the combat zone

Supreme power on the throne
Lightning strikes in every home
Terrified men run down the street
So many dead bodies, it's hard to eat
Come, we gotta rise above the wall
To see what no man has seen before
Blindin' light that got you through the night
God is on your side, to got in a fight

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked walkin' on the crossroads

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked at the crossroads

Homicide, suicide, death, boom, ain't nobody left
Ooh, it's startin' to take effect
You're on your knees, you're scared to death
Tornados with a thousand people spinnin'
One fight at the cross and now God is winin'
The whole Earth cracks in half
The sea turns red from the blood bath
Abandoned buildings burned and two remain

Terrified you feel the fire blaze, the ground can't hold your weight
You reach out to grab the pearly gates
Who clocked this fuck not from space?
Never again will you see the human race
19 angels leadin' the devil straight to hell, torment, pain
What you're seein' here, you can't explain
All your life some men we played the game
Never realize that there's a flame

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked walkin' on the crossroads

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked at the crossroads

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked you're walkin' on the crossroads

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked at the crossroads
...

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Dem Niggas - Lyrics - Lil' Troy

Title: Dem Niggas
Artist: Lil' Troy
Composer(s): Troy Birklett, Ardis Wise, Bruce Isaac Rhodes

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Lyric:
A ha
Yeah, for all y'all
Most difficult

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

I'm the master mind, get money leave the past behind
'Cause if you fuck me then that ass is mine
I lay down shit Lil' Troy who I stay down with
Artist, I'm still one thick

He told me to bring, well, here it go I run shit
You bustas please ain't done shit
We authentic time peace ice up to fice up
I'm still here who lights up

Goin' on, somebody turn the lights up
Is the mic up I can't be touched
You got cash, well, it can't be much
You missed us

I'm the same one playin' me close
I told ya it ain't done
I bring the rain if I cock back
I'm the aim one, the thing to ask if I want it I bring the Axe

You niggas can't fuck with me
I put it down real so my nigga Troy stuck with me
I cut for him and now he cut for me
Grim got the keyboard, I got the razor blade to match
I got the Lacy drop hits on the track

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas man
Even though I had to front some niggas
I'll take out a bunch of ya niggas, you know, I'm Lil' Troy
I don't want none of you niggas, I will kill everyone of you niggas

Why you bumpin' 'cause you moved up to score a half a brick
Bitch I move three half a lick
I.D. you know the rules get your mutherfuckin' ass in line
And have my mutherfuckin' cash on time

Don't forget who you call when them niggas drink pistol whip
Tied you up and didn't even reason kid
I paid the price Gill bitch, I saved your life
Now you're thinkin' everything's all right

When I caught you off tha soft and a pistol bumpin' you all
Another reason I should bump you off, well, I ain't sayin' no more
I know you better start payin' me though
'Cuz bitch I ain't playin' no more

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

I done down to pull one, unload a clip popin' a good one
You niggas can't fuck with us
This Short Stop baby, you ain't got enough of us
You want to bring it ain't shit to me

I roll one deep but you better have a click for me
'Cuz if I get crunk I pop the trunk
I'm artist that's Troy but we both stay nonchalant
You don't know how far our money extend

When you pushin' tha Benz I'm ridin' shotgun
Cop in twins, he got a case I've got to die for the ends
It was a half of a meal from the jump when he started to burn
One lick was three and a quarter to burn

Throw three hundred in the aisle these niggas got full like that
I drink but I don't get full like that
I stay sober when it's good for me
And grab my glock and make sure I put enough on me

Fuck dem niggas
Yeah, fuck these niggas
You know what I'm sayin', we roll with enough of niggas
And 'um, I'm takin' contracts out
Every motherfuckin' body that owns somebody in this bitch

You know what I'm sayin', come see Lil' Troy
I don't care if you on the
East side, west side, north side or south side
If you a hoe ass nigga
I'm taking y'all ass out for the 99 bitch

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Dirty Dirty - Lyrics - Thank You - Jamelia

Title: Dirty Dirty
Album: Thank You
Artist: Jamelia
Composer(s): Terry Ann Henry, Jamelia Davis

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Lyric:
We can be all cute, all sweet, and flirty, flirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Can be a princess for a night, real pirty, pirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Just when you thought it was safe and all prissy
Jamelia, back in your face but more gritty
Took tips from Diddy, switch my committee
Now some a y'all can't believe, how raw is she?

Now I'm in the drivers seat getting ya dizzy
Got ya tongue tied and ya eyes wide
I even heard a bubbling up in ya inside
When you swallowed ya pride

Truth can't be denied, I know you're probably expecting a ballad
But I can kick a rhyme round like I'm tossing a salad
Because this time round I be causing a hazard
Like if I threw a house party up in Buckingham Palace

I know you're catching your breath
On the floor, getting raw, 'cause it's hot to death
I come to violate your space like you're under arrest
And girls, what's a little bit of mud on ya dress?

We can be all cute, all sweet, and flirty, flirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Can be a princess for a night, real pirty, pirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

So, tell me why you're acting like you been KO-ed?
It's really not your fault
You never thought that I could flow though
Roll though, heat the place up like jalapeaos

Light up ya life like I was day glow
I make you feel good like I was a gigolo
Hypnotize ya eyes with my figure, yo
Disbelieving people convinced I'm digital
Ain't no shame, they just not familiar with original

Woah, ain't run of the mill
Just one of a million styles
That'll just kill you like Amytiville
Head down always writing, I'll be damned if I chill

While my names up in lights, and I'm topping the bill
Ooh slow down girl, what you mean slow down?
I'm on a roll now, my dirty-ism's outta control now
I couldn't even tell myself to hold it down now

We can be all cute, all sweet, and flirty, flirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Can be a princess for a night, real pirty, pirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Never though something like this
Would come your way, from J A M E L I A
You don't want me to leave now, begging me to stay
You love the way I got you bouncing all day

I know some of these girls wanna trip me up
Wanna see me slip up 'cause their man wanna, me up
Gripping his arm like you're holding him up
Like that's gonna stop him wanting me so much

I'm like tips in his cup, look at you
You need a couple nips and a tuck plus a comb and a brush
You need someone to drag your ass home in a rush
Standing up in here like you're looking so plush

Your mama shoulda named you what the, censored
Okay, okay, alright, alright
I got it man, you don't have to alert me
There's times in my life when I just gotta get dirty

We can be all cute, all sweet, and flirty, flirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Can be a princess for a night, real pirty, pirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

We can be all cute, all sweet, and flirty, flirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Can be a princess for a night, real pirty, pirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Flirty, flirty, dirty, dirty
We decide, it's about to get dirty
Pirty, pirty, dirty, dirty
We decide, dirty

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Fever - Lyrics - Little Willie John

Title: Fever
Artist: Little Willie John
Composer(s): Eddie J Cooley, John Davenport

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Lyric:
Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear

You give me fever when you kiss me
Fever, when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night

Sun lights up the daytime
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know I'm gonna treat you right

You give me fever when you kiss me
Fever, when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night

Everybody's got the fever
That is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long ago

Romeo loved Juliet
Juliet, she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said, "Julie, baby, you're my flame"

Thou givest fever when we kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever, I'm afire
Fever, yeah, I burn for sooth

Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said, "Daddy, oh, don't you dare"

"He gives me fever with his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever, I'm his misses
Daddy, won't you treat him right", go

Now you've listened to my story
Here's the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade

They give you fever when you kiss them
Fever, if you live and learn
Fever till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn

What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn

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Fever - Lyrics - Michael Buble - Michael Buble

Title: Fever
Album: Michael Buble
Artist: Michael Buble
Composer(s): Eddie J Cooley, John Davenport

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Lyric:
Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear

You give me fever when you kiss me
Fever, when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night

Sun lights up the daytime
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know I'm gonna treat you right

You give me fever when you kiss me
Fever, when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night

Everybody's got the fever
That is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long ago

Romeo loved Juliet
Juliet, she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said, "Julie, baby, you're my flame"

Thou givest fever when we kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever, I'm afire
Fever, yeah, I burn for sooth

Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said, "Daddy, oh, don't you dare"

"He gives me fever with his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever, I'm his misses
Daddy, won't you treat him right", go

Now you've listened to my story
Here's the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade

They give you fever when you kiss them
Fever, if you live and learn
Fever till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn

What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn

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Forgotten Sons - Lyrics - Marillion

Title: Forgotten Sons
Artist: Marillion
Composer(s): Derek Dick, Mark Kelly, Peter Trewavas, Michael Pointer, Stephen Rothery

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Lyric:
Armalite, street lights, night sights
Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter
Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you
For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores
Boys baptized in war, boys baptized in war

Morphine, chill scream, bad dream
Serving as numbers on dog tags, flak rags, sand bags
Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
The wounds that burn so deep, burn so deep

Your mother sits on the edge of the world
When the cameras start to roll,
Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold
Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chair

Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons

And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the Tricolor
I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
Asking questions, pleading answers
From the nameless faceless watchers
That parade the carpeted corridors of Whitehall

Who orders desecration, mutilation
Verbal masturbation in the guarded bureaucratic wombs
Minister, Minister care for your children
Order them not into damnation
To eliminate those who would trespass against you
For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory for ever and ever

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen

Halt who goes there
Death
Approach friend

You're just another coffin, on its way down the Emerald Isle
When your children's stony glances mourn
Your death in a terrorist's smile
The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell

Forgotten sons, forgotten sons

From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
But remember, Monday signings went from door to door you dash
On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier count the cost
For a second you'll be famous but labeled posthumous

Forgotten son, forgotten son, forgotten son, forgotten son
They're still forgotten, they're still, still forgotten
Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
Just another forgotten son

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California Justice - Lyrics - Two Lights - Five For Fighting

Title: California Justice
Album: Two Lights
Artist: Five For Fighting
Composer(s): John Ondrasik

Lyric:
Early one morning at county line
The swells 4 to 6 approaching 9
The barrel of my life hit the Malibu Sky
A Golden State pipe, Conchita was mine

Suddenly a local on a boogie in a thong
Cut in on my line, my barrel was gone
Her Pepper dine stud screamed, "Val that's what you get"
I shot him with a gun behind Neptune's Net

Killed a man, I don't know what the fuss is
I'm just looking for some California Justice
Killed a man, I don't know what the fuss is
I'm just looking for some California Justice

Took off in the Mustang for the 395
Double, double in Mohave, took a left at Lone Pine
I powered up the top of Mt. Whitney
They may not have a Jamba juice but here they'll never get me

While working my tan, looked down the cliff to see
A line of black and whites dropped by a yellow Jersey
Called uncle Arnie said, "What's going on??
He said, "New Sheriff in town, name's Lance Armstrong"

Killed a man, I don't know what the fuss is
I'm just looking for some California justice
Killed a man, I don't know what the fuss is
I'm just looking for some California justice

Hired a fixer to keep things blurry
Sent the shuttle to space for the perfect jury
The judge dropped the bar and to the court decreed
You can lay down all you like, tell me what you see?

California justice
California justice

I'm free, heading up the Truckee river
To catch me a brown though the water makes me shiver
Mistake I made was crossing the border
Casinos for me are cooked and made to order

I didn't intend to kill the dealer last night
But I doubled down to 20, his 16 pulled a 5
Now I'm heading back to Cali bound for Tahoe City

Killed a man, I don't know what the fuss is
I'm just looking for some California justice
Killed a man, I don't know what the fuss is
I'm just looking for some California justice

Moral of the story keep, the straight and narrow
Your eyes on the ball and your hands off the sparrow
Every country needs one broken arrow
At least we gave you Ronnie Reagan, Sonny and Chero

I'll meet you down behind Neptune's Net
Catch my honey in the thong, do you get it yet?
We'll catch barrels every day, I'm just 'Surfing U.S.A.'

California justice
California justice
It's just this, just this

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Happiness And Misery - Lyrics - Long Time Coming - Jonny Lang

Title: Happiness And Misery
Album: Long Time Coming
Artist: Jonny Lang
Composer(s): Jonny Lang, Marti Frederiksen

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Lyric:
A thousand people here but I'm alone
My only friend is my dads radio
Seventeen feels like I'm thirty four
How do I get myself up off the floor?
I need a cure

Happiness and misery
I'm up and down, so confused
I want to scream
But there's nobody listening

Stop the war inside of me
Pull the plug, kill the lights
I can't break free
It's happiness or misery

I wish the clouds would all come out today
Send the rain and wash it all away
Am I going crazy? I don't know, oh
I wonder will anybody miss me if I go?
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Happiness and misery
I'm up and down, so confused
I want to scream
But there's nobody listening

Stop the war inside of me
Pull the plug, kill the lights
I can't break free
It's happiness or misery

Oh, happiness and misery
I'm up and down, so confused
I want to scream

Stop the war inside of me
Pull the plug, kill the lights
I can't break free
Happiness or misery

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Crazy Legs - Lyrics - Broke - Hed Pe

Title: Crazy Legs
Album: Broke
Artist: Hed Pe
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Jahred Shaine, Ben Vaught, Chad Benekos, Lawrence Muggerud, Richard Vick, Ricky Walters, Doug Boyce, I Hayes, Mark Young, Douglas Davis, Wes Greer, Andre Young, A Isbell

Lyric:
Crazy legs, yeah, yeah

I'll come into your house make love to your spouse
Fuck her in the mouth then I'm out what
These type of things happens all the time
You trying to get yours but I'm a kill for mine
Nigga, nigga, nigga, a nigga please
I strap on a Jimmy 'cuz I don't want a disease
Baby likes it when I come inside
I come into your house and take your daughter for a ride

Now how you gonna slow me down
Show me how you heard about my theory now
Feel me now busta you dealing with the microphone crusher
Amateurs fold under pressure yeah roll up that blunt now
Lay yo guns down who be the one now
Out of town before sun down okay corral
You gonna slow me down bitch show me how

You gonna slow me down show me how
You gonna slow me down show me how
You gonna slow me down show me how
You gonna slow me down bitch show me how

Whoa where my dogs at where my girls at
Where da whiskey at me let me hit some of that
I'm a drink my wine and smoke my weed
I'm a fuck that honey from behind this is until she screams
Oh yeah hell yeah there's a party over here party over there
Rebels throw your fist in the air bitches throw your tits in the air

Hed P E oh can't you see sometimes your shit just hypnotize me
And I just love your freaky ways M C my love is here to stay
M C O D oh can't you see sometimes you shit just hypnotize me
Well I just love your freaky ways Hed P E you're here to stay

You heard about that shit that we do
You heard about the sex and the drugs and the violence
It's all true I heard about your puss ass crew
Cross over corporate take down take two
Huh you running out of time now you all mine now lights out
You fat muthafucker watch me shine now

You fat ass you wanna show me down show me how
You heard about my theory now fear me now
'Cuz ain't no way that the shit can miss
See all my dogs fuck it up in the pits
See all my ladies shake they hips and wiggle they tits
Shit my niggas might bounce to this, well I can't
'Cuz everybody talking about that new sound crazy
But it's still hip hop to me what, what

Hed P E oh can't you see sometimes your shit just hypnotize me
And I just love your freaky ways M C my love is here to stay
M C O D oh can't you see sometimes you shit just hypnotize me
Well I just love your freaky ways Hed P E you're here to stay

Let me have your muthafucking undivided attention
It's about time I set the muthafuckin' record straight
Now it's obvious who smokes the most and the best weed
And it's obvious who got the most and the finest hoes
And it's obvious who's gonna get the props in 2001
2012 come watch me shine in the new millenium yeah

I think your fine baby nah you ain't my baby
You think I'm crazy nah nah no
Muthafucking way fuck tomorrow fuck today
Fuck yo scandalous ass and yo scandalous ways
Fuck you momma and the ho she raised what

Hed P E oh can't you see sometimes your shit just hypnotize me
And I just love your freaky ways M C my love is here to stay
M C O D oh can't you see sometimes you shit just hypnotize me
Well I just love your freaky ways Hed P E you're here to stay

Worldwide, worldwide, worldwide

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Dead Homiez - Lyrics - Kill At Will - Ice Cube

Title: Dead Homiez
Album: Kill At Will
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Up early in the mornin', dressed in black
Don't aks why 'cause I'm down in a suit and tie
They killed a homie that I went to school with
I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with

I still hear the screams of his mother
While my nigga laid dead in the gutter
And it's gettin' to my temple
Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo?

It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed in
And have some bodies hauled in
But no, I pay my respects and I'm through
Hug my crew and maybe she'd a tear or two

Then I wanna get blitz
Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce
About a brother who had to be the one and only
So I dedicate this to my dead homiez

Another homie got murdered on a shakedown
And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous breakdown
Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted
A framed picture and a closed casket

A single file line about 50 cars long
All drivin' slow with they lights on
He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath
What good is that when you're six feet deep?

I look at that shit and gotta think to myself
And thank God for my health
'Cause nobody really ever know
When it's gonna be they family on the front row

So I take everythin' slow, go with the flow
And shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I don't know
'Cause that's what pops told me
But I wish he could have said it to my dead homiez

I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun
Now it's rest in peace after every one
Except me, but I ain't the one to front
Seems like I'm viewin' a body every other month

Plus, I knew him when he was yea big
Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig
But somethin' ain't right
When it's a tragedy that's the only time that the family's tight

Lovin' each other in a carin' mood
There's lots of people and lots of food
They say be strong and you're tryin'
But how strong can you be when you see your pop's cryin'

So that's why Ice Cube's dressed up
Because the city is so fuckin' messed up
And everybody's so phony
Take a little time to think about your dead homiez

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Hit The Lights - Lyrics - Kill 'Em All - Metallica

Title: Hit The Lights
Album: Kill 'Em All
Artist: Metallica
Composer(s): James Alan Hetfield, R Mcgovney, Dave Mustane, Lars Ulrich

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Lyric:
No life 'til leather
Gonna kick some ass tonight
Got the metal madness
When our fans start screaming
?It's right?, well alright, yeah

When we start to rock
We never will stop again

Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Hit the lights

Our fans are insane
Gonna blow this bitch away
Volume higher
Than anything today
The only way, yeah

When we start to rock
We never will stop again

Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Hit the lights

With all our screaming
Gonna rip right through your brain
We got the lethal power
It's causing you sweet pain
Oh, sweet pain, yeah

When we start to rock
We never will stop again

Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Hit the lights

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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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