4 Sale - Lyrics - Lvl IV - Future Leaders Of The World

Title: 4 Sale
Album: Lvl IV
Artist: Future Leaders Of The World
Composer(s): Carl Michael Messina, Jacob Matthew Stutevoss, Philip Adam Taylor, William Matthew Hershey

Lyric:
Oh, beautiful America, land of the free, raped and wasted youth
If I had just one wish that I could give to you
I'd ask for you to serve me as your finest dish
A fish to fillet, take my bones and exploit my brain

What's not for sale you or me in this so called society?
Why do we bend on knees to these corporate religions
Like zombies in a TV screen?

Feels like life's jail with no key
When you're alone, got no money but I'll never sell my soul
For your golden cage of rape, yeah, you call free

What do you got?
What do you need?
What's 4 sale?
[Incomprehensible]

Where's the beauty in our lives? Where's the love gone that we hide?
We sold ourselves on shelves now there's nothing left to sell
So buy a car and sell your wife, feed kids Ritalin, make 'em right
Keep mouths shut tight, they gotta learn how to fight right

I'm not sorry mother and while world over
I'll never be a part of your beautiful dream
At least I'm not lost in a sea of designer disease
Glad you're pleased to be, I ain't dead yet you won't get me

Dad you have it figured out so right
Till mom crashed into a police car that one night
Got her face smashed, back cracked
She needed you bad, you left her bleeding in the gutter

What do you got?
What do you need?
What's 4 sale?
[Incomprehensible]

Where's the beauty in our lives? Where's the love gone that we hide?
We sold ourselves on shelves now there's nothing left to sell
So buy a car and sell your wife, feed kids Ritalin, make 'em right
Keep mouths shut tight, they gotta learn how to fight right

Let's burn some dead presidents on the White House door steps
I'll take that rag you call a flag, soak up the blood of the innocent
Bush's skull and bones frat paid for Hitlers conquests

Blood for oil Iraq Texas corporate sponsors
Can't you see through the midst of the brotherhoods iron fist?
If we don't clear the smoke soon, we going to no exist

What do you got?
What do you need?
Whats 4 sale?
[Incomprehensible]

Where's the beauty in our lives? Where's the love gone that we hide?
We sold ourselves on shelves now there's nothing left to sell
So buy a car and sell your wife, feed kids Ritalin, make 'em right
Keep mouths shut tight, they gotta learn how to fight right

Oh beautiful America, land of the free, raped, and wasted youth
If I had just one wish that I could give to you
I'd ask for you to serve me as your finest dish
A fish to fillet, take my bones and exploit my brain

Express my images though all TV, radio and sound waves
Give it a nice shiny finish to coat my rays
Make millions of civilians to feed the [Incomprehensible]

So you can fuck me, rape, me
Duct tape my face to a dollar bill and pay to hate me
America won't you please, love me?

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9 Milli Bros. - Lyrics - Fishscale - Ghostface Killah

Title: 9 Milli Bros.
Album: Fishscale
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Dennis Coles, R. Diggs, D. Dumile, G. Grice, L. Hawkins, D. Hills, J. Hunter, R. Jones, C. Smith, D. Thompson, E. Turner, C. Woods

Lyric:
Bob Digi, U-G-O-D, Raekwon
The Chef, the Inspektah Deck
M-E-T-H-O-D the B-O-B-B
(The Man)

Straight up, Masta Killa, the GZA
The Genius, it's the Ol' D-d-dirty Bastard
One, two, one, two
(Killer Beats)
Turn it up, turn it up
The headphones, turn it up

Yo, you hear me?
(Yeah, whut up Toney?)
W'sup Don' Don'
(All the way up)
You know how we do
(Let's get this paper together)
You motherfuckin' right Pa, uh, huh
(That's right, c'mon nigga)
That's as far as it goes?

Sound about to go off on some real live
Wu shit, uh, huh
(WTC, Ghost-face)
Lemme give y'all the bullshit
Hook for y'all niggas, check it out

The burners in the stash, we about the cash
We got females that got it like that
The golden child's that bone the crowd
See niggas in the place that bit my style

Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers
Wu-Tang got the answer
'Cuz if I had a chance to do it again
I will still keep the heat in my pants, uh

Y'all be nice to the crack heads, everybody listen up
I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough
Word life to big screen Don, tapping dust-bones out
With star-writers like I fucked Celine Dion

Stuck everything that's the God's honest beyond
We airin' niggas out that's the type shit that we on
Official Wu-Tang head-banger
Flood your space with big waves like you did in Sri Lanka

Yo, I drink heavy gallons of Crew, play the big part
Niggas got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks
Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the vest pose
Yellow suede one matching hat with the gray gun

Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team pull up
We all wore down y'all broke niggas stay frontin'
Lines come digital stupid, plus ain't got no jury on
Bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'

Two of my silver-backs fun through a pack of your wolves
Front on react and sippin' Cognac so relax dude
Know I'm with these cracks dude

Yo, one, two
Yo, Dirt McGirt, solid tone smith with fifth shots
Lick shots, leave your head like a Shaolin monk with six dots
Brooklyn, zoo, zoo
Brooklyn, zoo, zoo

It's the return of Bin Laden, grab your armor
Smash pretty boy niggas, crush they karma
Eat bones with alligators, roll deep with my entourage
My whole crew's fresh out the bars

Diggler, a.k.a The Cab Driver
Drop him off in the middle of fire
Dirty Island, drag bodies to the murder land
Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand

I remember in the elevator we was playin' corners
Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us
Staten's where the war is
Where the court system's running out of warrants
Where TNT be jumping out the Taurus

For real I can't call it
You see I love Lucy 'cuz she Lawless
She's exactly like that 10304 is
Snitch niggas swallow your tongue
Already know the island I'm from
And y'all don't want no problems with them

We got a history, full of lightning victories
Conceptual breakthrough it ain't no mystery
Long vision, from giants in every way
Rap czars, magnificent flows for every day

From the East to the Ville, from the West to the hills
Incredible rhymes, encouraging skills
From rat packs, the smallest crews were enormous
They hit 'em fast, with an effortless performance

MCs start fleeing in flocks
Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and shock
We grindin', down to the bone my name grounded in stone
I'm Mr Violence we loungin' with Chrome
Mr Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome
Shining like a hundred thousand in stones

Move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero
160, my song, we throwin' elbows
The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings
Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens

Yeah we wild like rock stars who smash guitars
Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost
It's no joke, iron coat, rifle with a scope
One toke, brains float, shot to the throat

Before the smoke hit, witness the killing
Southern crime scene, body on the block
Eyes open from the shock of being popped in the neck
Yet he's still hella lit cigarette between his fingers
Danger when you step into the chamber with the master
Disaster, gotta blast ya, 'cuz I have ta

The rat pack is back from the Island of Stat'
Leave you cursed us 'cuz you worship the gat
The first one to snap drunk off your Smirnoff
Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the boss

Handcuffed to the turntables like Wizard Theodore
See it's pure, let it rain pearly ounces
Bang him with the thing that hang from the trousers
You don't want no drama, I'm flaming fast
That nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash

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Condor Ave - Lyrics - Elliot Smith

Title: Condor Ave
Artist: Elliot Smith
Composer(s): Elliot Smith

Lyric:
She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
She locked the car an' slipped past into rhythmic quietude
Lights burning, voice dry and hoarse

I threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth
The chimes fell over each other, I fell onto my knees
Sound of the car driving off made me feel diseased

A sick shouting like you hear at the fairground
Now I'm picking up to put away anything of yours that's still around
I don't know what to do with your clothes or your letters
It'll make a whisper out of you

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
The fairground's lit, a drunk man sits
By the gate she's driving through

Got his hat tipped bottle back in between his teeth
Looks like he's buried in the sand at the beach
I can't think about you driving off to leave barely awake
To take a little nap while the road is straight

I wish that car had never been discovered
They took away the bottle and the hat he was under
That's the one thing that he could never do
And it'll make a whisper out of you

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
Cops were running around the scene
Looking for some kind of clue

They never get uptight when a moth gets crushed
Unless a light bulb really loved him very much
I'm lying down, blowing smoke from my cigarette
Little whisper smoke signs that you'll never get

You're in your Oldsmobile driving by the moon
Headlights burning bright ahead of you
And someone's burning out on Condor Avenue
Trying to make a whisper out of you

What a shitty thing to say, did you really mean it?
You never said a word to me about what passed between us
So now I'm leaving you alone
You can do whatever the hell you want to

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Dangerous Mindz - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Dangerous Mindz
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Anthony Ian Berkeley, Selwyn Bougard, Arnold Ethen Hamilton, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
And drug spots, well, if you're too poor to move out
Or get a new house, it's like livin' in a war, walkin' through shootouts

And you doubt God exists, when hard fists
Be poundin' on your head like jackhammers
You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter
Seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out

Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out
With just a few scars when the beating ends
The streets let ya breathe again
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end

Of Universal Law, I'm callin' on the meek and the poor
To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders
A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this

My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid
Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids

To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
And twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I'm ancient as 'Amen', see I stay Grym
Throwin' fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken

Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in to sell such a Sing-Sing
I bring Grym tidings, tidal your wave all not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start writin' your own shit

'Cause I stick figures, they think they fat and can't rap wind blast
I make 'em Slim Fast, lookin' like stick figures
I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes

Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
Grym will mentally chop your career
See, shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears

Escape outta your ducts, every time you hear my name
You better duck fate or catch a fuckin' face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money
Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey

Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals
Feet resembles Christ's description from the Bible
Water-walker, immune to all physical torture
Pull out fast in a Porsche upon a double-crosser

My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix
And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic
The imperial material's venereal
MC's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material

Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen wide-screen Magnavox
Grabs thought like Doctor Octopus
'Cause war like the grandson of Kush
I'm hangin' devil's heads on a evergreen bush

Sugar-frosted sorceresses, bitches get exhausted
Pussy lips be drippin', like leaky faucets
Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers
While I'm guzzlin' Piper's, changin' my son's shitty-ass diapers

Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece
You get stampeded by the wildabeast
A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat
Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat

Common denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader
He was fooled by the interpreatation made from a traitor
MC's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone
Choked from my death, every time they break a wishbone

Eventually, I knew the whole world would mention me
Potentially, I have the key to make G's
MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the root with the trees
Killa bees spread rapid like diseases

See it's, like the second comin' of Jesus, of Nazareth
Be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like Lazarus
Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful
Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope

Niggaz realize they just can't cope
They're here, bustin' out the head resembles fire and smoke Loc
I blast watts in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish
My science is divided deep into your central nervous

Pervert area codes peep this murder
I'm boxed-in, suckin' hologram tits, inhalin' oxygen
Parallel world of crab niggas and sea shells mix
I pierce my dick and sword right through you pelvics

I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm
Physical existence is descendants of Allah
I travel at high rates, weaker men are primates
That either migrate or get burnt to the stake

I feed off lyrical light beams of amphetamine
My terminology is panatomic like lobotomy
Crazy el loco, gas niggaz like Sunoco
Flush 'em like Presto, Blast in your chest bone

I raise from the shore, like Sodom and Gomorrah
With traction, flashin' a 4-wheel drive Ford Explorer
While mucus lies within the center of the Rubik's
The roots of the wine induced the enzymes inside your nucleus

Turmoil boilin' appointed, niggaz rubbin' off my style like a ointment
Lost in the Sahara, From trial and error
Confused with 3 meals for Sister Sara

Bearer, digestin' minerals in abundance
Because the dead is not known to return from the dungeons

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Z - In My Lifetime - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - In My Lifetime
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Jay Burks, Shawn Carter, Hayden Brown, Beresford Romeo

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Lyric:
This song here is dedicated to Danny Dan and may he rest in peace
Who at his funeral left us with the words that
He did it his way
(Uh huh, uh huh)
So I have no other choice but to do it my way
Uh huh, uh huh

Uhh, while niggaz are shootin' stupid
I'm carefully plottin' ways to make it rotten
Well, planned hits until you're long forgotten
Y'all niggaz that utilize my style don't hurt me

'Cause on the low half of these rappin' ass niggaz wanna work for me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards

While you're starin' on my dick nigga, gimme yours
I don't hassle with capsules, 'cause that'll make the grass grow
And get a project nigga paid up the asshole
If I'ma risk a frisk, gettin' my wrists wrapped up in steel

I'm out here tryin' to make a mill', my shit is real for real
While others worship guns I worship tons of money
Tons of fun, laughin' at shit that ain't even funny
So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slow

Eighty percent of these niggaz with deals
Can't see me with the dough, uh

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
(For real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
(Stay real)

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash

(For real)
(True)
(True)

More ice than winter ninety-four
I toured the fifty states with a trunk of raw
Recrutin', I'm hittin' shorties with consignment but don't play me
Oh, you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz ain't crazy

I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat recliner
Under some vagina, discussin' the finer, things
My crib is mean, watchin' a hundred inch screen
Lettin' the shorties slide by once in a while and let 'em dream

They think I've mastered the game, 'cause dames scream my name
With passion, I tell 'em stop flashin' and start stashin'
And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feel
Is from a sauna, lettin' bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna

And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in
Pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dope
But keep your nuts, 'cause this is a man's game
And we'll all pop champagne till it's a damn shame

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
(For real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
(Stay real)

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash

I'm shootin' to Vegas, gamblin' green-o at the casino
Schoolin' the dice like Vinny Barberino
Welcome back, the ninety-four version of the mack
As soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to act

'Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor
Only pop and droppin' Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga
My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile
Your rollin' with a pro with, money to blow child

You need to feel how sweet the skills be
To come and slide down Sugar Hill with me
The high roller, rolled up on your dice game
Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all

I never slept, 'cause sleepin' keeps you deep in debt
On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette
I'm ghost, envied by most
So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
(For real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
(Stay real)

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash

Haha, f'real, Jay-Z lives
Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh
Dame Dash, ha-ha
Roc-a-fella Records, uh huh

Everybody from Brooklyn
Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B Hah
DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown
[Unverified] my V-A click running thick
D'Shawn definitely in the house
Roughness y'all, this how we do

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Keep Ya Head Up - Lyrics - The Phoenix - Lyfe Jennings

Title: Keep Ya Head Up
Album: The Phoenix
Artist: Lyfe Jennings
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Stan Vincent, Daryl L. Anderson, Roger Troutman

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Lyric:
Little somethin' for my godson Elijah
And a little girl named Corinne

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care

And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up

And when he tells you you ain't nutting don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
'Cause sista you don't need him
And I ain't trying to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em

You know it makes me unhappy, what's that
When brothas make babies
And leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman

Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women

Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one

He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up

Keep ya head up, ooo child things are gonna get easier
Ooo child things are gonna get brighter
Keep ya head up, ooo child things are gonna get easier
Ooo child things are gonna get brighter

Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feeling like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough

I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right

And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
I'm trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent

And in the end it seems I'm headpin for tha pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowing in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity

It seems tha rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still keep from getting wet up
You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor

Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
It ain't no hope for tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby

We ain't meant to survive, 'cause it's a setup
And even though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep your head up

Keep ya head up, ooo child things are gonna get easier
Ooo child things are gonna get brighter
Keep ya head up, ooo child things are gonna get easier
Ooo child things are gonna get brighter

And uhh, to all the ladies having babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feeling all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em

'Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
'Cause ain't nutting worse than when your son
Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'

You can't complain you was dealt this
Hell of a hand without a man, feeling helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless

While tears, is rolling down your cheeks
Ya steady Chopin things don't all down this week
'Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it

And now my son's getten older and older and cold
From having the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is driving Benz
I'm still trying to hold on to my surviving friends

And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
Please you got to keep your head up

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Miracle Mile - Lyrics - Monks Of Doom

Title: Miracle Mile
Artist: Monks Of Doom
Composer(s): David A. Immergluck, Victor H. Krummenacher, Greg A. Lisher, Chris C. Pederson

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Lyric:
When your radar tower's on the ground
And the dots on the screen have no meaning at all
Try to guide myself by sight and sound
But my location seems wrong
So show me a place where something's right

Black smoke beating from miles of steel
Like cast iron ornaments upon the hillside
Like casks of solid oak, the whiskey starts to age
So take another drink my friend

Like a satellite waiting for the judgment day
Take another drink like a satellite
And hold it in waiting for the judgment day

When you walk along a desert shore
'Til the soles of your feet are not there anymore
Would you drop yourself down a ways
For the savior to come
And steal your minds away

Black smoke was beating from miles of steel
Dotting the hillsides of the miracle mile
Looking up into the sky
Points of light that go rushing by

We're just sitting on our hands
Like a satellite waiting for the judgment day
Waiting for the judgment day
Flat on our backs, holding it in
We're just waiting for you
And waiting for the judgment day

Flat on our backs, holding it in
We're just waiting for you
And waiting for the judgment day

Hey, the jokes on us
Rogue dreams reduced to snuff
Lots of talking on the left speaker than the right
Sid down

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Nazareth Savage - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: Nazareth Savage
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Salaam Remi, Barry White, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum
Plus they ass lick, summer house, be sippin' rum
Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days in my ashtray
Smoke signals from the haze
I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke
That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off
The infrastructure cave in, amazin'
I ain't have to read the Art of War to slay men

Serve niggaz, bird niggaz speakin' reckless
When they momma love the kid's records, I've made you gutless
You don't know struggle, throw couple shells at you
Hell grabs you, nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine
I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen
Gave you chumps a path to walk
Hold my hand, I'm a guide you like the O.G.
But don't talk, don't get it confused

'Cause none y'all can fit in my shoes
Y'all made of chemicals, artificial accents
God'll forgive you bastards
Only if ya'll repent to the Nazareth Savage

I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it?
Form a crew, swallow forty cal' bullets after dinner's finished
Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full'a scrilla
Can't come close to Francis Coppola, Samson, no Delilah
You're pint-sized, I'm mic's eyes
With the gladiator tattoos on it
You scared to look too long at
Sit on a don's lap tell you a story, shorty

Spicy like lories, chicken heads and orgies
Criminals that draw heat in their late forties
Drug habits, love grabbin' kids up like yours
Sendin' you a picture of them in they drawers with black eyes
Savage guys, you hire Magnum P.I.'s to bag up my guys
Said you was a thug with a good disguise
Try to protect your cabbage
You runnin' from the Nazareth Savage

Son's backward flows, they say mine is very scary
Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies
And all of y'all wear that same aroma
How to blow on your eighth L.P, I'll show ya
You're whack, nigga, face it
In the history of the game, you have no placement
Liquor and weed just massacred their mind
Or the celebrity or they couldn't change with time

So now they run they mouth
But when the sun go south, the guns come out
My cavalry woulda been threw ten in your skin
Casualty you don't wanna be, don't want it with me, straight savage

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Live - Lyrics - First Come First Served - Dr. Dooom

Title: Live
Album: First Come First Served
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

Lyric:
South Bronx, New York

Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?

I heard your CD is wack, wasn't fucking impressed
Who's the nigga with the big mouth?
I live [Incomprehensible] and bit off with a lion's mouth
Your hype man sound like a bitch that switch

Y'all niggas need to be around when my dick itch
Yo, TNT these niggas acting wild like they homo
But they trying to see me fuck it, I'm a pull up in a Ford van
Let these niggas know I'm a give 'em a permanent suntan

Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth
With a thirty-inch Smith and Wesson
Dr. Dooom on your intercom pressing your girl
All night with a fucking bomb

I'm a move the tattoos off all these MCs
Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese
Uncle Black got a new sawed-off
When them booty kids show up we gone blast their ass off

Niggas be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust
I'm a send Tony Lou with a bazooka
Blow smoke in a tour bus, in a yellow Caprice Classic
I got a wig on them, city boys ain't gon' recognize all four of us

Jay and John with fifty cousins from the Bolding family
We roll and amp G, what the fuck y'all talking about?
I'm moving a different route
Grab the carbines from under the couch

See you on the Ferris wheel at Coney Island
I'm not gon' be smiling
Magnum waiting for your ass
Y'all gon' see my face, fuck a mask

Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?

Smearing your mailbox with peanut butter and jelly
With pickles from the deli
Black shoe polish on your glass table
I'm ready and able

Going on the roof when the pay-per-view fight come on
Click off the cable, harass you to move
Leaving poisoned sick rat coleslaw around your toilet stool
While you scream ''fuck you''

I'm across the street eating Popeye's Cajun rice
In a station wagon with hot beans
Taking a coffee break back in the house

Giving your Chihuahuas
Ex-lax with a hot bowl of Quaker State
Leaving the front room, dropping bombs
On your fur coat with a box kaboom

Watching the Mets putting shit
On your TV sets in the shower
You won't be able to watch a program
With remote controls for seventy hours

Check out your sore ribs, the screen is gritty
Everybody's starting to look green on Rap City
Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks
Or your credit card to a retarded kid in a wheel-chair

Coming up the street walking by the main avenue
I'm passing you with a leather coat that looks similar to yours
Fuck you, you looking at me, I'm a start walking behind you
Act like I'm pantomiming you

Talking to police men, chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
What's up motherfuckers?

Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?

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Rich Niggaz - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Rich Niggaz
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Paparue Byron Thomas, Tab Virgil

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Lyric:
Why, why, why, why, why, why
Why, why?
Cash money, Rich Niggaz, look

Loud pipes, big rims, nigga, that's my life
As I pull up at the club, sorry, that's my knife
I know a lot of haters probably saying that, that's not right
Well, my diamonds so much bigger

So, that's my life, gleam, gleam
Now, only carry big face and you hear the ching, ching
Now, you can ask your wife and she will say the same thing
And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen

I crack myself up, I know I talk lot but I can back myself up
Got a little house on the beach that's where I shack myself up
You ain't really got more money than me, think about it
Let's just say, somebody gave me a check to think about it

So I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out it
And me with no ice is like a Prince Concert that ain't crowded
They see the Beam, and the truck, and the B12, and we was next
Then that's when I pull up in the B E L L L L EX

I'm on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

Juvenile I used to be R T A bound
Now, I be busting these bitches when I come around
Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Look into my bed saying that's a mad hit

I'll be damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shining
My Rollie ain't rinning, my bank ain't climbing
You looking at a multi-millionaire in the flesh
Might don't have it now, but I just got me a check

I can walk it like I talk it, play it how I feel
Teach it like I preach it, now, put that in your head
Nigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, ain't nothing
Smoke a pound, pop the crystal and drink something

Meet me in the casino, way in the back
Losin' money like a motherfucker, still shooting craps
Tomorrow I'll be back, I got millionaire status
We make so much money IRS be looking at us

I'm on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

I got more ends than Bunny have in a factory
I'm Lil Turk, I'm living large, got the baddest hoes after me
Picture me, a young nigga bawling out of control
Playing with millions, laying in condos

Nigga I shine, shine through the fuckin' week
The flyiest ride with crystal in the passenger seat
Don't hate me, 'cause I'm a little bawler
Got more weight than Angola, fucking your girl Carla

Nigga I stunt and I'm a stunt 'til I can't no more
Chest lit up like the oaks from the diamonds I sport
Yo, I can't be touched, don't think I'm too much
Nigga I'm rich, what the fuck?

Rolex crushed out with the bezel
And all the foes that get close to me got to be on my schedule
I got so much money, I don't know what to do
Buy houses and cars and break bread with my crew

I'm on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
B.G. on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

Uhh, uhh, uhh, hear me, it's like, monkey see, monkey do
Rolling with the cash money runners, I stay true
'Cause when we're running and changin' on the million dollar scene
Holding together, mo de ming, mo de ming +

When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer
Followed by the Benz and the Lex Bubble
When I start they said I had no fame
Now all the girls just end up calling my name

10 G's to [Incomprehensible]
Fax the contract to big Cash Money
'Cause you know this whole clique, right with me
They're right with me, Sip pe di dy

Won't count the diamonds just around my neck
X amount a dollars on a bankroll check
If you want to really come and sing to me
Those that got me wicked, then I do somethin' for free

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Cleansing - Lyrics - Mata Leao - Biohazard

Title: Cleansing
Album: Mata Leao
Artist: Biohazard
Composer(s): Evan Seinfeld, William Daniel Graziadei, Daniel Schuler

Lyric:
The dirt's so thick it won't come clean
All around a haze like a smoke screen
I can't see you but you'll see me
But I might be gone before you count to three
The waters are totally polluted
The armies inside my head have feuded
One side has smothered, the other
The disease it spreads and begins to cover

Maggot infested soul of mine
Has painted me in a corner, confined
My vision is blurred, no reason, no rhyme
Help me escape these walls I climb

I'm drowning in my own shit, gasping
Gagging on the vomit asphyxiated
Looking for a grip on the soap with a rope
So I get clean and begin to cope
Scrub me till I'm raw, an open sore oozing
Unless I'm clean, I might start losing
My mind and my life would have a fucked-up ending
Thank god, if you ever see cleansing

Maggot infested soul of mine
Has painted me in a corner, confined
My vision is blurred, no reason, no rhyme
Help me escape these walls I climb

Sewn my eyes shut, can't you see I'm smothered?
Deaf, dumb and blind, dirt has covered
The windows which let the light shine through
Cleansing of the soul, for I am you
The windows that let the light shine through
Cleansing of the soul, for I am you
Cleansing of the soul, for I am you
Cleansing of the soul, for I am you

The last time I slept, I dreamt
Friend and I, we got so high
On top of mountains, deep in the sky
Way up high where the white goes by
The air is thin and hard to breathe
But with a friend near by your side

You can conquer world
Or wander around all starry-eyed
I laid there and dreamt along for a ride
Took in the journey, my friend beside
It all seemed so real, it all seemed surreal
My friend and I were one deep inside

These dreams come and go and are never the same
I await new journeys, asleep I remain
When I hold my eyes, shut tight I dream
I dream at night, through my dreams I scream
Why do people fuck, go and have to change?
What pushed my friend to tap the vein?
Asleep at night, I visit my friend
Asleep at night, I miss my friend

The dirts so thick it won't come clean
All around a haze like a smoke screen
I can't see you but you'll see me
But I might be gone before you count to three
The waters are totally polluted
The armies inside my head have feuded
One side has smothered, the other
The disease it spreads and begins to cover

Maggot infested soul of mine
Has painted me in a corner confined
My vision is blurred no reason, no rhyme
Help me escape these walls I climb

Sewn my eyes shut, can't you see I'm smothered?
Deaf, dumb and blind, dirt has covered
The windows which let the light shine through
Cleansing of the soul, for I am you
The windows that let the light shine through
Cleansing of the soul, for I am you
Cleansing of the soul, for I am you
Cleansing of the soul, for I am you

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Stratford-On-Guy - Lyrics - Girlysound Tape 1 - Liz Phair

Title: Stratford-On-Guy
Album: Girlysound Tape 1
Artist: Liz Phair
Composer(s): Liz Phair

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Lyric:
I was flying into Chicago at night
Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke
The sun was setting to the left of the plane
And the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow
In 27-D, I was behind the wing
Watching landscape roll out like credits on a screen

The earth looked like it was lit from within
Like a poorly assembled electrical ball
As we moved out of the farmlands into the grid
The plan of a city was all that you saw
And all of these people sitting totally still
As the ground raced beneath them, thirty-thousand feet down

It took an hour, maybe a day
But once I really listened, the noise just fell away

And I was pretending that I was in a galaxie 500 video
The stewardess came back and checked on my drink
In the last strings of sunlight, a Brigitte bardot
As I had on my headphones along with those eyes that you get
When your circumstance is movie-size

It took an hour, maybe a day
But once I really listened, the noise just fell away

It took an hour, maybe a day
But once I really listened, the noise just fell away
But once I really listened, the noise just fell away

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Rhythm &Amp; Blues Alibi - Lyrics - Liquid Skin - Gomez

Title: Rhythm &Amp; Blues Alibi
Album: Liquid Skin
Artist: Gomez
Composer(s): Ben Ottewell, Oliver James Peacock, Paul Blackburn, Ian Thomas Ball, Thomas William Gray

Lyric:
You can write your tunes with rhythm and blues as your alibi
You can sell your soul and lay the blame all on the passers-by
You shake your body on the TV screen
It seems to me, you'd try anything twice

Swing it out and use it as your aphrodisiac
You can give it to me, to me, plain to see that I'll give it you back
You let it flow, let it go, there's nothing to it
Anyone can try anything twice, try anything twice

Chasing after stories that have already been told
Cannot look old Son House in the eyes
I know where you carry such a fragile load
But I've got yours and you've got mine
It's a rhythm and blues alibi

You can take a trip through your juke joint smoke-filled paradise
You can give it your all 'cause you are walking a fine, fine line, la
You shake your booty on the TV screen
Seems to me, you'd try anything twice, you'd try anything twice
Well, let me hear you now

Chasing after stories that have already been told
Cannot look old Son House in the eyes
I know where you carry such a fragile load
But I've got yours and you've got mine
It's a rhythm and blues alibi

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Free Nation [Live] - Anti-Flag - Lyrics - Mobilize - Anti Flag

Title: Free Nation [Live] - Anti-Flag
Album: Mobilize
Artist: Anti Flag
Composer(s): Christopher Mark Head, Justin Cathal Geever, Patrick Christ Bollinger, Christopher Lee Barker

Lyric:
Politicians talk of freedom, they talk in this country that we live in
They talk, free to be harassed and be beaten by the pigs
Your rights, no rights till you're fucking broken, crippled
Or until you're fucking dead

They pass laws unfair to gays
Their work and separatist laws to keep the non-whites in their place
Their work, family values as a smoke screen blowing in your face
Their truth, no truth, family values isn't something
That shouldn't be based on hate

Justice presides over them, late into the night
A blindfold covering their eyes but something isn't right
Under their arms, there are shackles on her legs
And the hands that once held up her scales
Are bound, are bound in chains

And behind their closed doors, they conspire through the night
More work, sick work, and they won't stop
Until this nation is all straight and all white
They call it a free nation but all it is, is a Nazi nation

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Your Smoke Screen - Lyrics - K. D. Lang

Title: Your Smoke Screen
Artist: K. D. Lang
Composer(s): David Barbe

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Lyric:
The medicine has taken you over
Washing away any desire
How does it feel at the end of the day?
When your energy's gone and it's slowly replaced
By the numbing sensation
Cleaning both sides of your brain?

I remember the stars in your eyes
But even the bright stars will fade out sometimes
Do you remember our very last kiss?
Are you aware that you're terribly missed?
Do you remember how to remember?
I should have seen through your smoke screen

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We Will Survive - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: We Will Survive
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Kenny Loggins, Samuel Barnes, James Edgerten, Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones, Michael Mcdonald

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Lyric:
Still somehow I believe, we always survive, but why?

To my dogs wherever you are
Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid
You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid
Ain't nuttin' changed still, party and bullshit
We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who rhyme sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out

Machine Gun Funk from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we was broke
I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gunsmoke?
Still on the block around fiends numb from coke, I guess so
'Cause now with paper, shit is still ghetto
But fuck it black, you livin' your life, though your loved ones

Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used to be fun, makin' records to see your response
But, now competition is none, now that you're gone
And these niggaz is wrong, usin' your name in vain
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you

Joke with you, happy we on top, the most official
Ain't too many real ones out there, I feel some
But doubt they're capable to take it where you took it to
I missed your wake not 'cause I'm fake
'Cause I hate to see somebody so great in that way
I woulda stayed so long with so much to say

I had to put it in writin' to keep me and Brooklyn from fightin'
Tellin' me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by
You can't kill nothin' that's ready to die
You was like God to us in the form of Allah

Still somehow I believe, we always survive, but why?

Still, we will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive
Still, we will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive

Thug life never die
Dear 'Pac, every thug sheds a tear drop and use teeth
To bite off beer tops and pour out a lil' liquor
You was more than just the wildest nigga
2Pacalypse, I understand your style nigga
It's goin' on the third year, since you've been gone

On the East and West Coast the same shit is goin' on
The industry be talkin', offendin' me often
They don't believe you dead, wanna see you in your coffin
I can relate, shootouts and court dates
All eyez on you, niggaz in your face invadin' your space
You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up?

How long would I ride, before I fold up?
How did you know through your rhymes it was your time to go?
You predicted it in every line, all in your flow
There could never be peace, I have to quote
Can't believe I heard my name on the realest shit you ever wrote
We had words 'cause the best supposed to clash at the top

But kept it brotherly when we seen each other and stopped
In NYC, at MTV, people watched
We was both deep, after you left I got no sleep
Think about how us real niggaz would be
If we united, a nation of thugs, who could fight it?
You was caught in a wild homicide or were you crucified

Like the son of God, when Lucifer lied
And make the world think, young blacks should be extinct?
But thug life'll never die, we stay high and just link
Will there ever be another MC as nice?
Will you return to us like the resurrection of Christ?

Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?

Still, we, will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive
Still, we, will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive

I wonder what the Commodores went through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green seen that made him religious?
Was it the drugs, put an end to the music business?
If so, should I put out the indo right now and write down
A plan and pursue my dream turn my life around

'Cause I'm bound for the movie screen, cuties that scream
I'll need a extra Uzi riding through my own hood in Queens
It be the ones you always knew, that want it on
Tellin' everybody it was him that you fronted on
Thought we walked a million miles it was just twenty
Not used to walkin' in the path of legit money

I thought I made it but we only took baby steps
Up the success ladder, where they pay me checks
To my clicks when I got it I said, "Baby bless"
That was the 80's but now look at this crazy mess
We in the 90's and finally it's lookin' good
Hip-hop took it to billions, I knew we would

A lot of ups and downs in the game, could lose or gain
A couple pounds tryin' to maintain, one day you here
The next you not, when you around niggaz check 'em out
Some is bout it, most individuals plots
And run the spots, some choose to stay to theyselves
While others have no cares and stay in jail

More than fifty percent of us
Endin' up with holes through the chest
Through the head, through the gut it shows
The future for us young shooters and old killers
Who become rich as dope dealers?
Nothing left for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments

Thug coaches with subs sittin' on the bench, either that or rap
We want the fast way outta this trap
Whether it be 9 to 5 or slangin' crack
To my deceased Gods wishin' I could bring you back
But life is a dream and y'all taught me that

Always survive, but why?

Always survive, always
Still, we, will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive
Still, we, will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive

Still, we, will survive
No matter what
Still, we, will survive
No matter what
Still, we, will survive
No matter what
My niggaz just stay alive

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Watch Dem Niggas - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: Watch Dem Niggas
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones, Earl Klugh

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Lyric:
They never realized, how real NaS, is so decisive
It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this
A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin' down your prime time
Food for thought or rather mind wine

The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis
On how we creep quick, fuckin' your wife that ain't so secret
It's mandatory, see that pussy, they hand it to me
I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story

There ain't no drama that my niggaz never handle for me
My gator brand is Maurry, walkin' through rough land before me
Where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin' and prayin' I'm stuck
Scopin' they lay in the cut, weighin' my luck

Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
Winkin' at some females cops with cocked gauges
Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin' you
The mag inside the triple goose

Face down on the floors, the routine
Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen
Imagine that, that's why I hardly kick the braggin' raps
I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant

Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Now how can I perfect this
Livin' reckless, die for my necklace
Crime infected, drivin' a Lexus with a death wish
Jettin', checkin' my messages on the speaker

Boppin' to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
CD crankin', doin' ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt
No seat belt, drinkin' and thinkin'
My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened

Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin' enlightment
My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
Traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo
My "Fuck Tommorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato

Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Some niggaz watch you, see you when you think on the low
Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
Three Ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe
Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin' the dough

Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin' your head
Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine
At the same time, your hoe is gettin' snatched from behind

Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
From all the ice, wouldn't you know, you knew these niggaz all your life
What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somehwere
Down the line, now they had to target your Wisdom

She took 'em to your place, straight to your safe
You doubted it could happen sick of yappin'
Dump in your ride, headed to your side
Puffin' ganja get to your crib, can't find her

Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
Dead bitches tell no lies
You should use your eyes

Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

Watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

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