Fa Ha - Lyrics - 10 - Ll Cool J

Title: Fa Ha
Album: 10
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): J T Smith, Daryl Hall, S Everett

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Lyric:
Don't you know, don't you know
See this is worldwide baby
That it's wrong Germany, Italy, France, Japan
To take what is given
Many foreign lands
Talkin' 'bout Queens
(Ha)
I'm talkin' 'bout, Brooklyn

I'm talkin' 'bout, uptown
I'm talkin' 'bout, downtown
Oh y'all with this too Jerz
The girl like, strong Isle they wild
The girl like, Connecticut
Yo they get them, they need to get more
Shutouts up there, word up
To take what is given
(Ha)

Breaker breaker one nine, I had a rendezvous
Pop vintage wine with this dime, hot as a barbecue
(Ha)
She was young, too wild without a curfew
(Ha)
Smile I hurt you, had me groin' berserk too
I'm guaranteein' she'll be leanin' in the coupe
Fiend in' for your loot, little demon schemin' for tiffany hoops
(Ha)
Her right there, Dominicans is doin' her hair
The jewels and gear, it's all there, fully equipped

Body sick, she never played fair yeah
(Ha)
Far from classy, walk real nasty
Talk real sassy, why you frontin'? Come smash me
I can't do it baby girl, your man might blast me for
(Ha)
I can't die for American pie
Hypnotized cause somebody combined thighs and lies, but it's
(Ha)
No surprise, your pipe will rise
Don't bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
(Fan ha)

Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
(Ha)
Blood streams the guillotine f'real yeah
(Fa ha)
Pop bottles with hot models and rock throttles
I guess your motto is I'm a desperado
Leave alone, end up like caste llano
(Ha)
Believe me, she flap her gums like Sammy Gravano
It's easy, child barely an Italiano
But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel
(Ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Fa ha)

She do it so fluid it's hard to see through it, till it's too late
You wanna time travel and re do it, but wait
You a inmate, or worse at the pearly gates
Damn, all because you and had an early date
(Ha)
Close your eyes, recognize, visualize
What's the real reason you really freezin' them pies?
(Ha)
Tan lines, strawberry oil on the thighs
Got you subconsciously contemplation suicide

Should I learned, remember how your man died?
(Ha)
Grabbed his iron, it was time to ride for
(Ha)
Multiple homicides, takin' life for
(Ha)
He's dead and gone, the next man's deep inside
(Ha)
Check one two, or I select a few
Jewels for those of you, who are still confused
She's an obstacle, hot and tropical
Fatty so rock able, that anythings possible with
(Ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Ha)

Cheese fantasies, dodgin' the D's to please
(Ha)
Livin' life on a flyin' trapeze to keep
(Ha)
Who's the one you want?
(Ha)
Who you wanna flaunt?
(Ha)
She haunted, but who's the only bird you ever want?
(Ha)
Why you sell drugs?
(Ha)
Why you a thug?
(Ha)
Why do fools always seem to fall in love with
(Ha)
More advances than technology
Every day I stack chips, whether music or flicks

All these transparent cliques full of devilish politics
Wish they could take my longevity and bottle it for
(Ha)
But they can't so they kill for grants
Smuggle iron in the party, pop ex for hot sex with
(Ha)
Love's an illusion, mental and emotional confusion
Instant gratification oozing
Exotic temptress, eyes just like a empress
Split game relentless, I had to represent miss
(Ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Fa ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Ha)

Yeah oh yeah
(Ha)
It's my 10th album
(Ha)
And you don't stop
(Ha)
I said this my tenth album oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ha)
And you won't stop, Knahmean?
(Ha)
10 baby, easy
(Ha)
We right baby

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Jubilee - Lyrics - Mary Chapin Carpenter

Title: Jubilee
Artist: Mary Chapin Carpenter
Composer(s): Mary Chapin Carpenter

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Lyric:
I can tell by the way you're walking, that you don't want company
Well, I'll let you alone and I'll let you walk on and
In your own good time you'll be
Back where the sun can find you
Under the wise wishing tree
And with all of them made we'll lie under the shade and call it a jubilee

And I can tell by the way you're talking, that the past isn't letting you go
There's only so long you can take it all on
And then the wrongs gotta be on its own
And when you're ready to leave it behind you
You'll look back and all that you'll see
Is the wreckage and rust that you left in the dust, on your way to the jubilee

And I can tell by the way you're listening, that you're still expecting to hear
Your name being called like a summons to all
Who have failed to account for their doubts and their fears
They can't add up to to much without you
And so if it were up to me, I'd take hold of your hand
Saying come hear the band, play your song at the jubilee

And I can tell by the way you're searching
For something you can't even name
That you haven't been able to come to the table, simply glad that you came
And when you feel like this try to imagine
That we're all like frail boats on the sea
Just scanning the night for that great guiding light, announcing the jubilee

And I can tell by the way you're standing, with your eyes filling with tears
That it's habit alone that keeps you turning for home
Even though your home is right here
Where the people who love you are gathered
Under the wise wishing tree
May we all be considered then straight on delivered, down to the jubilee

Because to people who love you are waiting
And they'll wait just as long as need be
When we look back and say those were halcyon days
We're talking about jubilee

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Here We Go - Lyrics - Grits

Title: Here We Go
Artist: Grits
Composer(s): Stacy Jones, Ivan Benavides, Otto Price, Richard Granville Blair, Teron David Carter, Ric Robbins

Lyric:
We are gonna play the cut right now
And it's gonna be a very very big hit
[Foreign content]

He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
So round and round we go
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
Aah, here we go

He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
Imitate but can't get it, aah, here we go

My brain pattern skip a jiggawatt
No more room in the pan I cook up rhymes in a bigger pot
On a roll, what you figure got
Tricks up my sleeve you won't believe
My story weave to a thicker plot

Words leep off pages hop on stages
We crazy need to be locked in cages
Rah you feel it
Yeah, I'm light skinned vanilla
Comin' at ya like a pack of gorillas

Whole planet gone ape
Understand from afar Nashville to the 'Lone Star State'
Relate indicator instilled in me by men greater
This is where you belong strong you gon' be great

Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout cast out doubt
Fast like a gun blast drawn out
The sounds in leaps and bounds
Flush out clowns creeps and hounds
Foxes and wolves in sheeps gowns

He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
So round and round we go
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
Aah, here we go

He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
Imitate but can't get it, aah, here we go

I was born in the cold, moved to the heat
Got used to the flame, now I spit it on beat
I was raised in the womb, groomed by Christ
With a gift to raise souls from the tomb
Please don't assume, we ain't tryna take the slot
Blow the spot, worldwide still parta the plot

Everybody talking 'bout changin' the game
But everything I hear y'all soundin' the same
From the beats to the videos, clothes and look
Same concept for your flows and hook

See these round here they can raise the dead
So come on everybody now bob your head
Y'all need to heed these words from the wise
Rhymes so meaty like, 'Jambalaya'
Got truth for hire, can you stand the fire?
To see you come alive that s my desire now

He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
So round and round we go
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
Aah, here we go

He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
Imitate but can't get it, aah, boy looka here

Have you ever heard a dead man talk before?
You ever seen a dead man walk before?
You ever heard dead man lock the flow?
Like these before, we raised the qou'

Now my time flip make time change
You knew another record would hit
Explode and make your brains hang
Peep my language of my dialect
Circulate like a boomerang, man what did you expect?

He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
So round and round we go
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
Aah, here we go

He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
Imitate but can't get it, aah, here we go

[Foreign content]
Aah, here we go
Aah, here we go
Aah, here we go

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Hole In My Soul - Lyrics - Mr Moonlight - Foreigner

Title: Hole In My Soul
Album: Mr Moonlight
Artist: Foreigner
Composer(s): Lou Gramm, Mick Jones

Lyric:
I can feel these four walls around me
I can feel them closing in on me
But I know there's someone out there
Ready and waiting for the chance to set me free

I don't want nothing, ain't looking for no one
You walk into my life

Well, I ain't no hopeless romantic
I've gotta listen to my cautious heart
I've been dealing with my illusions of love
I built it up and then I tear it apart

And I feel this rising suspicion
That my heart will ever rule my mind
Well, I'm guilty of love by my own admission
Come on, girl, let me do my time

Hey, when I call you
I need to fill the hole in my soul
Hey, when I fall through
I need to fill the hole in my soul

Don't need no sisters of mercy
They set me off like a loaded gun
Ain't nothing in this world possessing me
Honey, you're the only one

Can't live in this empty sadness
It's more than we can endure
Well, wise men say that love is madness
Come on, girl, I say love is the cure

Hey, when I call you
I need to fill the hole in my soul
Hey, when I fall through
I need to fill the hole in my soul
Hey, without you
I will fall through the hole in my soul

Hey, when I call you
I need to fill the hole in my soul
Hey, when I fall through
I need to fill the hole in my soul
Hey, without you
I will fall through the hole in my soul

Hey, I need you
I need you to fill the hole in my soul
Hey, I want you to fill the hole in my soul
Hey, hey, hey, I need you to fill the hole in my soul

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I Refuse Limitation - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: I Refuse Limitation
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Jamahr Williams, Robert Barnett, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
One time

Uh for these freaky hoes I lust
But I'm still flickin' ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust
But that's they thang a lot of us fall victim somehow
But that's that game won't try to explain from books to bricks
Now I look, seen crooks and tricks caught up in the mix
Of everyday in every way but the right
I control the substance my people fiend for at night

Lord knows I do wrong, sound like the same old song
A lot of niggas singing homeboys conceal your weapons
'Cause ain't gonna be no smokin' section in heaven
No more be buckin' yo luck seven eleven on the first roll
Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul
Swats GA by way of cascade heights
Gunshots, roadblocks, sidewalks and ice

Sold me out for 3.5 grams of neighborhood clout
Now what the fucks we bout I'm back home from the bullshit
Puttin' in work, meanwhile others dug ditches and covered
Themselves in dirt, one squirt and you locked down forever
Can't run from reality luring you closer and closer away
To the same old traps, now you never learn from your mistakes
So now you wear this ass whoopin' wit' pride, what side you on?
It wasn't no I in team, only in your dreams, saturated with schemes
Yeah you right, God gonna deal wit' ya fallin' from his grace
Rookie moves cops shift the game and 30 days

I'm blessed in the hole but that's till I go to the state federal
Penitentiary, yeah I could a did my time standin' on one feet
But see I fucked up royally thought I was slick
Them herpes-havin' ass crackers changed my big check to six
Times wit' Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day
But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay
A wise man knows his limitations concrete, concrete like Greg Street

Sufferin' from a severe case of inner city blues
I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose
This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose
'Cause I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse

That's the shit I like Lord got the door shot down to the pavement
Remove yo hat under the ceiling of this building
A rebuff from the usher of sorts because [Incomprehensible]
Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems
Got skimp wit yo bags boulders become shoulders to depend on
Which way to explore reform, refrain, we can't inflame
Every thought you walk through the trails is hell
Airborne for what clone me replace me wit' me

Another nation inside a nation out the land of Scots
Suction cups to test tube layer of skin
Supply the crust and we'll mix the fruit
Gun shows supplied me in the hour of need
Watch 'em bleed Aryan nation be the dealer
Now who's the killer? Yeah, yeah, yup yup that's the shit I like
That's the shit I like

Uh puttin' forth the effort to make a change
Not doin' a lot of talkin' bout it, what's yo game?
You slippin' you can't never do that
That's when you get jacked for yo life over emotions runnin' wild
Like salamanders swimmin' in southwest creeks
Feelin' incomplete, another story livin' [Incomprehensible]
You had it, now you lost it wasn't worth it look what it costed
Yo life young nigga

Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger
You better think fast or get swept off yo feet
Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate
The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads
Don't say I didn't tell you 'cause you gonna see in the future
I hope I don't have to shoot you if you switch
Went from hardcore to beggin' like a bitch
Revolutions good to bad hoods to rags, real niggas to fags
What's the news? But I refuse to lose

Sufferin' from a severe case of inner city blues
I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose
This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose
Now I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse

Well I woke up this mornin' with the same frustration
From situations like these got a call about some work
From one of them temporary agencies
No high school diploma or any college degrees
I can't enlist but they'll draft me if there's a war overseas
Oh please, of course I can slice some Oz's
But see I'm one of those aspirin MC's
And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees
But I'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees

So my uniform tight, workin' all night at Mickey D's
Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government
Get they fees, these minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies
Purposely these limitations on black folks' opportunities
So I quit 'cause I'm tired of being one of those overworked
Underpaid employees stop carin' at all went on
And did a few small burglaries

It seems like my faith done turned into forgotten memories
And I ain't gettin' away with nothing because I know He always sees
But see right now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold
I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold
They gonna get high so I'm a get my money even though it's freezin' cold
Now how many times you done heard this story told?
Believe it or not, it's some very intelligent junkies
But dependencies is eatin' away at they souls like disease

Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies
Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies
And the crime rate never drops so the cops ride around in threes
I knew he would have killed me if I did anything but freeze
They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies
In a dim lit room being questioned by these authorities
And they gave me some time in correctional facilities
And now my woman's gotta take on a man's responsibilities

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It'S On - Lyrics - Dj Clue

Title: It'S On
Artist: Dj Clue
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Earl Simmons, Johnny Wilder, Ernesto Shaw

Lyric:
Ugh Dmx
Clueminati
Is y'all motherfuckers ready for the Ruff Ride
Grrrrr

When I speak I'm understood, my decision is wood
I see what I'm able to see, (ugh) 'cause my vision is good
It's like I see through the eyes of a wise old man
So I chill, knowin I can kill this guy's whole fam
Sometimes better to be thought dumb and remain silent
Than to open your mouth and remove all doubt 'cause if it came violent
See I'm gonna give it to you straight, so you don't ask anymore
You don't really want what you asking me for
It's a war (ugh), and nigga, when it's on it's on
Doin' wrong (what) till I'm gone and I ain't got long
But while I'm here, (ugh) ya'll niggaz gonna burn
Peep how I finished money (what) and y'all niggaz gonna learn
All fucking week you've been talking about that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shorty I'm telling you this for your own good
(Uhh) Everybody is the man in they own hood, for real

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

I always keep my enemies the closest (uhh)
Always make sure I know where the toast is (uhh)
Always cover my tracks when I creep
Always get away when I'm done to relax, shit is deep
I always know the rules of the game before I play
And always keep enough dough to know I'm good for the day
I always walk my dogs off the leash and
Always get my thoughts off the streets and
Always remember lend a hand then borrow
And always no matter what plan for tomorrow
I always pay my respects to the dead
I always take at least one blunt to the head
Now always know which bitches is gonna end up getting fucked
And always know which niggas is gonna end up getting stuck
I'm always strappedI've always packed
I've always rappedit's always that
Always black

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah 'cause if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Never try to knock off rock on the block that ain't yours
Never take a man's life 'cause you hate yours
Never become so involved with something that it blinds you
Never forget where you from someone will remind you
Never take for granted what's been given as a gift
And never sleep on a nigga, less that nigga stiff
Never turn your back on a nigga you don't trust
Never turn your gat on a nigga and don't bust
Never expect to get away with the same shit -- more than twice
Never forget you could get it too for a price
Never bring it to a nigga, if you scared to die
Never gonna do it nigga, if you scared to try
Never gonna be another day it gets dark, nigga

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I Wouldn'T Wanna Happen To You - Lyrics - Embrace

Title: I Wouldn'T Wanna Happen To You
Artist: Embrace
Composer(s): Daniel Anthony Mcnamara, Richard Mcnamara

Lyric:
Know that I went as high as I could go on my first time
Where's the fun if your feelings are left behind

And it's your right when you mean it to find the proof, make me hear it
'Cause when I'm wrong I don't see it anymore

'Cause I feel like a fake when I feel any feeling

And I wouldn't wanna happen to you
'Cause I know ya mean it

You have a laugh when you let go
That makes it's a big unwanted side show
Why count the times that you feel low, when you shine

'Cause your stone cold wise, I'm in to what you doin'

And I wouldn't wanna happen to you
'Cause I could never climb the walls you'd walk through

And it's the smiling lies that always come
To make you feel that I'm the one for you

I know it feels like you spent your whole life
With people trying to keep you in your place

But no one knows you better than me when I say
No, no, no, no

I wouldn't wanna happen to you
'Cause I can't bear to climb the walls you'd walk through

But it's the smiling lies that always come
To make you feel that I'm the one for you

You pinned your hope one me like I'm all you find
But I wouldn't wanna happen to you this time

I've gone away
I've gone away
I've gone away

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Bang A Drum - Lyrics - Blaze Of Glory - Bon Jovi

Title: Bang A Drum
Album: Blaze Of Glory
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): John Bongiovi

Lyric:
I went to see the preacher
To teach me how to pray
He looked at me and smiled
Then that preacher turned away

He said, "If you want to tell him somethin'
You ain't gotta fold your hands
Say it with your heart
Your soul and believe it" and I'd say, "Amen"

Bang a drum for the sinners
Bang a drum for the sins
Bang a drum for the losers
And those who win

Bang a drum, bang it loudly
Or as soft as you need
Bang a drum for yourself son
And a drum for me
Ooh let me here you say
Yeah halleluiah, Amen

I called upon my brother
Just the other day
He said, "John I'm gonna
Die if I don't start to live again"

I work each day and night like clockwork
Just tryin' to make ends meet
I could kick this bad world's ass
If I could just get on my feet

I'd bang a drum for the dyin'
Bang a drum for the truth
Bang a drum for the innocence
Lost in our youth

Bang a drum, bang it loudly
Or as soft as you need
Bang a drum for you brother
And a drum for me

I don't know where all the rivers run
I don't know, how far
I don't know, how come
Well I'm gonna die believin'

Each step that I take
Ain't worth the ground
That I walk on
If we don't walk it our own way

No I don't claim to be a wise man
A poet or a saint
I'm just another man who's searchin'
For a better way

But my heart beats loud as thunder
For the things that I believe
Sometimes I wanna run for cover
Sometimes I want to scream

Bang a drum for tomorrow
Bang a drum for the past
Bang a drum for the heroes
That won't come back

Bang a drum for the promise
Bang a drum for the lies
Bang a drum for the lovers
And the tears they've cried

Bang a drum' bang it loudly
Or as soft as you need
As long as my heart keeps on bangin'
I got a reason to believe

Let me here you say
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Let me here you say
Yeah halleluiah, Amen

C'mon now, yeah
Oh yeah
Let me here you say
Yeah halleluiah, Amen

Alright girls, brothers
Yeah
Let me here you say
Yeah halleluiah, Amen

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N-Noreaga - Bloody Money - Lyrics - The War Report - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - Bloody Money
Album: The War Report
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): Victor Santiago, Lamont Porter

Lyric:
New York get the bloody money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up

I'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed to
Been around you, play close, but wasn't close to you
The setup was weak, you coming
I saw you cuttin' corners, snake-type shit
Tie you up, seal your lip, wrist bleeding
Cowboy rope, choke your throat
Put the bogey out in your face
Now your face laced like ash tray face

Stay with gat on my waist
Give the God some space, shoot you up above waist
If I ain't got beef right here or right there
Ice-grill stare, shoulda set it off right, it off right there
CNN war report spread across New York
Guard him Indian style, knees bent, militant
Yo, the world know Noreaga from Iraq
Beef with me serious, keep it real, that's that
Get stabbed in your back, my man Alley Cat

Little cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thug
Thug blood, yo, we stuck in the game like it's a drug
My pops was a thug nigga, was on the streets too
Uncle Wise been banned since '82
Back on the streets, a hundred seven got brew
I see you, come see you, writing scrolls
(Writing scrolls)
To the rest of the fam, locked in holes

At age eight, money come first, snatch purse
Go to church, yo, that's not me, mami, I'm cursed
Iblis glamorous, diabolic, devilish, this game real, realer than you think
Just think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police busts
Yo, what happened? Police kicked door, yo, he was rappin'
Your wife, what? What? What? What? Dressed indecent
A hundred crackers, son, it's the one-ten precinct

New York get the bloody money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up

Yo, time zone, cabron, madicon
Bitches callin' me up, tryin' to set me up
Like Amina and Gina, kid they from Medina
Emanuel, keep fish scale to sell
General, clique deep with cartel
When niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail?
Shorty legs mad smooth, son, I'm left struck
Pussy plus dick could only equal a fuck

Fatty bangin', she analyze, my chain hangin'
We waitin, conversatin', Iblis Satan
Illegal life, watch police on bikes
Life still in shame, they monkey wrenched the whole game
A stress day, police watch the twelve "K"
While I smoked shorty sipped chardonnay
I lay, lay back, cognac
And I don't even drink like that, I sell crack

Yo, my ices gleam, type mean, sell to fiends
Shoot guns, parallel
Pistal, bust well
(Pistol)
Kid whatever, desert storm like bad weather
Clique together, keep gats under the leather
You lightweight, what? I'm heavyweight hold weight
Yo, it's jail niggas comin' home taking a shit
Yo, illegal business, them niggas got dealt wit

Got smoked, God body cat, he sniff coke
Yo, he's old time, thinkin' 'bout drinkin' his wine
Regulatin' 9-9, get my crew out, survive shootout
Tactics, keep gats under the mattress
Player hater, my team a bunch of regulator
Set you up, you won't make it to the elevator
You never been to jail, I'm jail seen
Niggas seen, me in jail since thirteen, shooting up scenes
[Unverified]
Real niggas take cream

New York get the bloody money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up

New York get the bloody money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up

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Shottas - Lyrics - What the Game's Been Missing! - Juelz Santana

Title: Shottas
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Greg Green, C. Giles, Seon Thomas, Miguel Collins, L. Moore, Laron James

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Lyric:
Click clack and it's over you dead
(This is it)
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
(Santana)
It's in my blood I love killin' you fools
(This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules
(DipSet)

Heaven knows if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go

I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

All sides, all guys, all rise now
Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Lick four shots now
Now all ladies, more ladies, all guys down
Say Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Four times now

Shake that ass like a shotta hoe, get in shotta mode
It's DipSet bitch, yeah, there them shottas go
And them shots will go and them shots a blow
Damn straight through your man's plantano

You'll get a pushin' rod for bein' a rookie paw
And puttin' your head in the next man cookie jar
We supportin', enforcin', extortion
Involvin' take Bronson, or money launderin'

We are shottas, yes y'all to the death y'all
Money power respect y'all the hell with the rest y'all
If heaven ain't got a ghetto I guess I'm goin' to hell
With the rush y'all, with a L and my vest on

Heaven knows if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go

I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah, shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin' you fools
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules

Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
All my thugs and I love kill you fools
Aye, outlaws goes by no rules

Now tell me who wanna fuck with us?
(Who)
Who wanna romp with us?
(Who)
(Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)
You know what's up with us, true coke smugglers
(We are shottas)
Tombstone coverers the news goin' need full blow coverage

Our shottas big was a shotta Pac was a shotta
(Bo!)
Shyne locked up 'cause Shyne was a shotta
(Bo!)
Shottas, one more time lick a shot for my shottas
My pops was never there that made my mama the shotta
(Bo!)

Made by a woman I was raised by a woman
So I never love a bitch but I stays by my women
(They are shottas)
We a breed of achievers
That will do anything to succeed or achieve it

You walk like a shotta, you talk like a shotta
But won't stand up in the court like a shotta
Niggaz like you ought to get shot up
For actin' and bein' a fraudulent shotta

Heaven knows if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go

I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah, shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

My shottas, they shotta
Dreadlock Rastas, Rudeboys, pop the
Imposter hang with the lobsters
Sing like the opera, or bang with the mobsters

Don Gargon pardon, love the drama
Un-tuck the lama, now suck your mama
Boom boom bang clutch zoom zoom
Who hum guys wise yes touch pum pums

I'm Gotti boy, with that shotty toy
Ladi dadi howdy mami I body a battyboy
I cannot flop, ock this a shot clock
Twenty four seconds your inside a hot pot

It get deep daddy, out the peach caddy
He curry chicken, turn him a beef patty
Get the coco bread, I'm a loco head
With the 'fo 'fo, oh, he'll be oh so dead

Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin' you fools
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules

Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
I'm a thug and I love kill you fools
Hey, outlaws goes by no rules

We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah, shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

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Show - Lyrics - Songs from Black Mountain - Live

Title: Show
Album: Songs from Black Mountain
Artist: Live
Composer(s): Edward Joel Kowalczyk

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Lyric:
This love has taken a turn
My maps are no good now
I'm lost in these woods
I say, Black Mountain, show me your face

Bring on the oblivion of your sweet embrace
I say, this love has taken a turn
Where we go now
I can't wait to learn

Show a little love to me
Show a little love to me
Darlin', I'll show you free
I'll show you free tonight

Show a little love to me
Show a little love to me
Darlin', I'll show you free

You are my diamond of grace
Angelic little devil of the most secret space
I say, there ain't no one quite like you, girl
You save your nectar for the wise

While you smile at the world
I say, you make me laugh at myself
You take me straight to heaven
By going straight through hell

Show a little love to me
Show a little love to me
Darlin', I'll show you free
I'll show you free tonight

Show a little love to me
Show a little love to me
Darlin', I'll show you free
I'll show you free tonight

Show a little love to me
Show a little love to me
Darlin', I'll show you free
Free, yeah, oh

If you want to walk with me
Then leave that false innocence behind
If you want to know me tonight
Then drag me to the river and hold me tight

If you want to love like a God
You got to bleed like a God
You got to fight like a God
Let go of who you are

Cling to me now
Cling to me now
Here we go
Here we go, yeah

Show a little love to me
Show a little love to me
Darlin', I'll show you free
I'll show you free tonight

Show a little love to me
Show a little love to me
Darlin', I'll show you free
I'll show you free tonight

Show a little love to me
Show a little love to me
Darlin', I'll show you free
Yeah, I'll show you free

Show a little love to me
Show a little love
Show a little love to me

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Don'T Walk Away - Lyrics - Bad English

Title: Don'T Walk Away
Artist: Bad English
Composer(s): Andy Hill, Peter John Sinfield

Lyric:
Wise men thinkin' of numbers, shaken not stirred
But I hang, hang on your every word
These days, I roll with the punches
Always your clown

Do you remember when?
We used to paint this town
Red, gold, green and blue
If you still believe in me and you

Don't walk away
I know I'll find an answer, if you stay
Don't walk away, there's nothin' in tomorrow
That wasn't there in yesterday, oh, no, no

All the heartache, too many nights
In a heartbreak hotel
Don't you give up
Love is a carousel

Put on your dancin' shoes
And we can paint this town
Red, gold, green and blue
If you still believe in me and you

Don't walk away
I know I'll find the answer, if you stay
Don't walk away, there's nothing in tomorrow
That wasn't there in yesterday

I'm sad that's all, this can be the end
It's not my fault, the rain on the roof
Reach out, reach out, I'm drownin' not wavin'
Reach out and touch before it's too late
To save our love, baby, don't you walk away, oh no

Don't walk away
I know I'll find an answer, if you stay
Don't walk away, there's nothin' in tomorrow
That wasn't there in yesterday

Don't walk away, don't walk away
No just stay, baby, don't walk away
Every cloud will have a silver linin'

Don't walk away
Baby, don't walk away
If you look hard enough you'll find love shinin'
Don't walk away, no, no, no, no, no

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Fun Fun Fun - Lyrics - Collection - Beach Boys

Title: Fun Fun Fun
Album: Collection
Artist: Beach Boys
Composer(s): Brian Wilson, Mike Love

Lyric:
Well, she got her daddy's car
And she cruised through the hamburger stand now
Seems she forgot all about the library
Like she told her old man now

And with the radio blasting
Goes cruisin' just as fast as she can now
And she'll have fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away
(Fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away)

Well, the girls can't stand her
'Cause she walks, looks and drives like an ace now
(You walk like an ace now, you walk like an ace)
She makes the Indy 500
Look like the Roman chariot race now
(You look like an ace now, you look like an ace)

A lot of guys try to catch her
But she leads them on a wild goose chase now
(You drive like an ace now, you drive like an ace)
And she'll have fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away
(Fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away)

Well, you knew all along
That your Dad was gettin' wise to you now
(You shouldn't have lied now, you shouldn't have lied)
And since he took your set of keys
You've been thinking that your fun is all through now
(You shouldn't have lied now, you shouldn't have lied)

But you can come along with me
'Cause we gotta lot of things to do now
(You shouldn't have lied now, you shouldn't have lied)
And we'll have fun, fun, fun now that Daddy took the T-Bird away
(Fun, fun, fun now that Daddy took the T-Bird away)

And we'll have fun, fun, fun now that Daddy took the T-Bird away
Fun, fun, fun now that Daddy took the T-Bird away
Fun, fun, fun now that Daddy took the T-Bird away
Fun, fun now that Daddy took the T-Bird away
Fun, fun now that Daddy took the T-Bird away

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The Power Of God - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: The Power Of God
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Somethin? real smooth
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We'll get into the groove
Power of God move
Somethin? real smooth
Somethin? you need to take heed to

A base head cleaned up his act
He stopped smokin? crack and took his soul back
Decided, he could find a much better way to live
You know the way, positive
Without all the negative chemicals and drugs
Without all the hangin? with the envious thugs

Never before was a man so far behind
And came back to rule for a long time
Positive will explode when you light me
My enemies lurked and they held the dagger tightly
Wanted to taste my blood but they got scarred
When they felt the power of God

Wickedness got crushed when the Lord came
Down with the King, ?cause he's evil and vain
He doesn't understand the power of a [unverified]
Doesn't realize I'm rollin? with a team
Avengin? angels will come and burn
All those who saw but refused to learn

He has no color, no shape and no form
And like I told you before, I'm just getting? warm
Get up, get down, get on it, it ain't that hard
You can feel the power of God

Money is small and the soul stands tall
All those who don't realize this, fall
The mind of a drunken fool is a useless tool
And it's cool to be in school
And overcome and overpower, but still uplift
Your mind is a gift
You're somebody, whether you know it or not
Outside the weather is hot

People walk around with their minds in a daze
Never take the time to stop and give praise
You're lucky to live in this world
Even the starvin? boys and girls
?Cause life is a gift in itself
And only certain people are blessed with good health
I'm Uncle L but you can call me Todd
I can feel the power of God

You know m sayin?
And G is the seventh letter made, yeah
G is the seventh letter made
The power of God, yeah

The babies, we gotta teach ?em and hold ?em
Send ?em to school, so we can teach ?em and mold ?em
Shape ?em and make ?em, take form
?Cause their mind is like a ball of clay when it's wet and warm
Harmless and innocent
Until they're taught to be violent, and militant

This mentality gotta be erased by faith
The 12th hour is comin?, we're close to the 8th
Get a chapter and gain some knowledge
If not from the Bible or Koran, get a book from college
It's not about bein? black or white
It's about everybody bein? a right
I pulled out my mic and the devil got hit hard
He felt the power of God

And G is the seventh letter made
Power of God
G is the seventh letter made

That was just a word to the wise, uprise
?Cause we definitely gotta unify
And we need unity in times like these
We got to stick together ?cause we as a people
All people gotta make it to the promised land
Peace

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Go!! (Muthafuka) - Lyrics - Up Close & Personal - Angie Martinez

Title: Go!! (Muthafuka)
Album: Up Close & Personal
Artist: Angie Martinez
Composer(s): Visible Angie Martinez, Redhande

Lyric:
What's this?
Dear Angie
I know we've been together a long time, boo
But I'm writing this letter 'cuz
I really couldn't face you like
It's kinda ill
I gotta a lot of things going on right now
And I met somebody too
So I need a little space ma for real

This mothafucka told me that he'd love me for life
He told me he had my back and I would be his fucking wife
He told me, "No matter what, baby, everything?s gon' be okay"
And now this mothafucka's leaving and he don't think he gon' pay

Think a letter like this gon' kill me dude?
Shit you was lucky, I was real wit you
Shit you was lucky, I was feeling you
Let me tell you what a bitch that's real will do
I remember all the things that we did in my house
Should've never left shit in my house
Get your clothes and your boots and suits, nigga get 'em up out
You would never know what I'm about
When I'm in doubt, I walk away like it's the in thing
Follow all my instincts

The Hennessey in ya blood got ya strong like ginseng
Who the hell you think ya pimpin'? Not me, you can go
I don't care what you leaving me for
If you stay you'll be deceiving me more
Let me see what you do when you can't get your feet on the floor
You didn't think that I would even the score
Through the heat of it all, I was there for you, cared for you
But you never gave the love back, I don't care if you a thug cat
Ain't no mothafucka ever gon' treat me like a rugrat
It's niggas like you that make a bitch wanna wil' out

Put a brick through you windshield
I don't care how your fam or your fake ass friends feel
Since day one I've always been real but you took it for granted, damn it
You got me actin' foul, think you a playa international?
Got your bank card, know your pin number, so I'm cashin' now
On some funny shit, look who's laughing now
I?ma sell all the jewelry you left behind
Me being deaf, dumb and blind
Instead of being two steps ahead, I was a step behind
Thought you never gonna wreck my mind

This mothafucka told me that he'd love me for life
He told me he had my back and I would be his fucking wife
He told me, "No matter what, baby, everything?s gon' be okay"
And now this mothafucka's leaving and he don't think he gon' pay

This mothafucka told me that he'd love me for life
He told me he had my back and I would be his fucking wife
He told me, "No matter what, baby, everything?s gon' be okay"
And now this mothafucka's leaving and he don't think he gon' pay

You messed with my mind, was the worse thing you ever did
I ain't the one for the wedding ring
You're doing this for your benefit, you degenerate
Stab me in the back like a Benedict
But I blame myself for being blind for the scrub type
Should've knew from the getgo
But it's cool, I can live, I can learn, get wise to my life
It ain't hard for me to let go, I'm a strong ass woman
Ain't no way I'm gonna be depressed
Let a nigga try to wear me down

Now the rain is gone, I can see clearly now
Where my mentals at you should fear me now, look really how
Did you think I wouldn't pay ya back, you're a bitch for the way you act
You want to be in the front while I played the back
And you think that I'm gonna be ok wit that?
That's crazy wack, you ain't never wanna help the team
Did things that I felt were mean but I let it all go, never paid it no mind
Even though you tried to fuck with my self-esteem
When you dealt with me, you had things that you never had
Niggas knew I was your better half, now you got a new bitch

Pray to God, hope she know about me
And if not I'm gonna tell her ass
Stella had to get her groove back, nigga move back
Who me, I'm just moving on
Mary J. said the best when said that I'm not gon' cry
Mothafucka thought you'd knew the song
But I'ma leave it alone 'cuz I'm a bigga bitch
Even though another chick'll prolly try to get you fast
He should've died, keep this in mind
Mothafucka, wish I never would've met your ass

This mothafucka told me that he'd love me for life
He told me he had my back and I would be his fucking wife
He told me, "No matter what, baby, everything?s gon' be okay"
And now this mothafucka's leaving and he don't think he gon' pay

This mothafucka told me that he'd love me for life
He told me he had my back and I would be his fucking wife
He told me, "No matter what, baby, everything?s gon' be okay"
And now this mothafucka's leaving and he don't think he gon' pay

I don't care though
You can go now
Pack your shit up
I don't need you

I don't care though
You can go now
Pack your shit up
I don't need you

I don't need you
No, no, no, no, no, no
I don't need you
No, no

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It'S Alright, Ma - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: It'S Alright, Ma
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon, there is no sense in trying

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you'd just be one more person crying

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all, except hatred

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred

Our preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked

An' all the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on all around you

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Do what they do just to be
Nothing more than something they invest in

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize and say, "God bless him"

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole that he's in

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares propaganda, all is phony

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False goals, I scuff at pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say, "Okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me?"

And if my thought dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only

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Who'S Sleeping - Lyrics - Coming of Age - Memphis Bleek

Title: Who'S Sleeping
Album: Coming of Age
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): M Cox, L Lorick, M Gaye, P Viata

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Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo
Who sleeping on Bleek, wake his ass up
I'm a show em all the money
And the ass I pass up

How I'm N.Y. deep
Who snitched to N.Y.P.
(New York Police)
You bitches been dropping D's
(Dimes)

Since 86 striped Lees
Dial 9-1 tips
When I spit one clip
Supposed to be killing niggaz
But ain't really done shit

I'm loco
Tote the 4-4
Smoke L's with duck doors
Drow flow
Blow the smoke slow
And holler fuck hoes

It's cash and money
Nines grab the green weed exactly
One shot lives and Daiquiris
My gat be stashed in the dash
Mixed herbs and hash
On a cruise for cash

I might bruise some cats
Spit 2 at you dudes that act
Like you can't be touched
Front and lose your cap
I incinerate guns after bodies I caught son
Never on the run stack mail by the tons son

Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who you with
We them niggaz coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real niggaz that walk around
With guns on their hips

Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who you with
We them niggaz coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real niggaz that walk around
With guns on their hips

I live my life now like none of y'all fagots
You keep fronting like that
I'm gone let one of y'all have it
I keep the fours drawn
When I wake up the war's on

For the bread, butter and chips
Shit, I go to war for em
Tinted my whip now
These cops ride dick now
Money spend now

I move work through my pen pal
Niggaz hate Bleek
'Cause I live through this shit
You niggaz keep hating
'Cause I could deal with this shit

I'm a street individual
Sold it all criminal
Weed just a minimum
I'm a MP emblem
Rock syndicate and flips in the block
You call it I lick a shot

I'm street wise
Went up on my caps in size
Who getting money over here contact these guys
Let em know I set up shop to trey eight the block
With 3 niggaz, 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop

Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who you with
We them niggaz coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real niggaz that walk around
With guns on their hips

Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who you with
We them niggaz coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real niggaz that walk around
With guns on their hips

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