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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Bird In A Cage - Lyrics - Old 97'S

Title: Bird In A Cage
Artist: Old 97'S
Composer(s): Murray Hammond, Phillip Peeples, Stewart Miller, Kendall Bethea

Lyric:
I left you last night on the left coast
I'm writin' you a letter right now
The things that you do are rendering you
Something I can't live without

Maybe maybe I've got a pulse now
Maybe my heart's on fire
A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire

Left you last night on the left side
The land of the free to be burned
Well the heat of your touch is makin' it such
That I've forgotten everything I've learned

Maybe maybe I've got a problem
Maybe my heart's a liar
A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire

Yeah a bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire
And I may be a bird in a cage
But it least it's your cage
And I may be a bird in a cage
But it least it's your cage

Left you last night on the left half
Of the bed, the half that used to be mine
The way that you sleep is the image I'll keep
Always on the edge of my mind

Maybe maybe I've got a reason
For livin' even though I'm so tired
A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire

Yeah a bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire
And I may be a bird in a cage
But it least it's your cage
And I may be a bird in a cage
But it least it's your cage

Maybe maybe you are the only
One my heart's desired
A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire

A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire

A bird in the hand is worth a bird in a cage
Is worth a bird on a telephone wire

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Hand In Hand - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Hand In Hand
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): David Marvin Blake, Johnny Burns, Jason Lewis, Dajuan L Walker

Lyric:
Ha ha, yeah, check it out
Money and pussy make the world go 'round
That's right
That's how it's been since the beginning of time.

Now who says we can't be fly?
Who say Compton niggas can't get they scrilla
At the same time get some thigh
Well uh, that's the subject of my conversation
'Cause ain't nothin' like gettin' a dollar and some penetration

Now that's a whole lot easier to understand now a days
But uh, some of you playas still be going out sideways
So umm, just take this game with a tic tac
'Cause if you was on Skid Row you can get
Pussy faster than a Big Mac

I owe it to myself to be fly that's what Top Dog taught a boy
'Cause instead of Mounds these bitches always want Almond Joy
Because uhh "Sometimes they feel like a nut"
But they rather have it more often than they don't

So I won't go flippin' and makin' it topsy turvy
Now keep my hundred dollar bills crisp and that ass curvy
'Cause ain't nuthin' on my mind but to be fly through time
Havin' a nest egg bird behind an estate that's mine

Watchin' Jordan go for forty in a sucker tub
Eatin' Cheetos drinkin' Mo' and getting a back scrub
Because first you get the power then you get the money
Then you get the pussy dude don't be no dummy uhh

Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'Cause together they go hand in hand, oh yeah

Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'Cause together they go hand in hand, oh yeah

She wanna make me break code but I can't
I wanna fire it up and hit it pass it like dank
Baby, all in my square big Buddha long hair
Fly Chinese and Black for a Mack plus player

D baby, I'ma get ya hot wanna get ya full blown
So we all can hit the spot
Now you gotta shake the spot
Got game by the tons lookin' for some 2nd to None

Kinda fun but these hookers on the run for cover
they lookin' for lovers ain't no trickin' young D
'Cause I'm unlike the others not a buster
I'm on the mission for figures time up for you diggers

Now who got the Henn'? Pass the liquor
Hoes hear the name it get's 'em hotter
Spin a scraggler on a wheel now they call me D the Potter
Lotta hatin' going on but I ain't with it
I'ma mash on that drama everytime that I feel it

'Cause I'd rather have a major end than have sex
And when I have a million to splurge you know what's next
But first you get the power then you get the money
Then you get the pussy fool don't be no dummy

Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'Cause together they go hand in hand, oh yeah

Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'Cause together they go hand in hand, oh yeah

Yeah first comes the power
Then the money
And if you really just want it the
Na na na na la di da na na na la di da

I understand that you think you grown
Independent on ya own with ya jazzy ways
My intent is ya lay but first I'm out to get paid not played
Can't be yo' incredible edible egg

I don't crack nor split my yolk with the female folk
Now baby break yourself get broke you can choke
Off this young black better than Mary Jane
In ya brain I'm guaranteed to have ya thinkin' and feelin' thangs

Like yourself now uhh watch ya health if ya feel like plottin'
Ya body turns rotten from the inside out that pussy's turned out
Gettin' hit by a sucker a 2 minute brother
Who's first 10 seconds is thinkin' he came up
That next full minute suckin ya drama up

50 seconds to go see half of that is the show
Now where the other half you can't laugh
'Cause you know it's straight simpin' and whinin'
'Stead of pimpin' and grindin' KK to let you know
So pay attention bro
See first you get the power then you get the money
Then you get the pussy don't be the dummy though

Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'Cause together they go hand in hand, oh yeah

Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'Cause together they go hand in hand, oh yeah

Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'Cause together they go hand in hand, oh yeah

Playas get they paper when they game is tight
And if you want some nana that's for you to decide
But as long as you ain't simpin' then ya doin' it right
'Cause together they go hand in hand, oh yeah

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Monday, August 23, 2010

24 Wit An L - Lyrics - Bootlegs & B-Sides - Ice Cube

Title: 24 Wit An L
Album: Bootlegs & B-Sides
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
24 with a L
24 years old
And I got life in this motherfucker

24 with a L as I bail through the concrete
Shit is kinda deep, deep
Deeper than Atlantis
You got to know who the man is

L.A. better known as Pelican's Bay
The ghetto bird's got the word from the stool pigeon
A bird in the hand can't beat a chicken
There ain't no warden, shit

Just broken glass fuckin' up my Jordans
Twice upon a time in the projects
I done got jacked for my Rolex
But I keep goin', let it pass

'Cause the swap meet got a sale on ski masks
And my little homie Kevin
Been carjackin' since '87
L.A. is like a jail cell and I got 24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger

Now, I made a little money, good
But I still want to live in the hood
But buying new fly shit
Is just like inviting ants to a picnic

It's just too many sets
And now I'm getting those kidnap threats
But who wanna get wet?
'Cause I'll soak ya, you think I'm fat like Oprah

All I got is a little piece of nothing
And now you wanna jack all of a sudden
Rather have me face down on the floor
Instead of that devil you work for

Motherfuckin' coward
And clowning my man 'cause he wants to go to Harvard
Now I got a strap when I bail
Through the hood, 24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger

24 years, but see I got life
Sorry Mike, it does matter if you're black or white
'Cause I'm up against the black and white
They spread my legs and grab my nuts tight

Niggas keep hitting me up
And bitches try to get a drop of nut
Askin' me to dick this so they can blow up
Throw up from the morning sickness

Keep my shoulder on the wall like the county
'Cause you buster ass niggas can't clown me
South of pee go, that's where we go
Deep in a Regal, Desert Eagle

Sittin' on my lap like a bitch with a gat
Westside's on the map
So if you want to scrap or even drop shells
It don't matter, 24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

In Your Eyes - Lyrics - Pieces of a Dream - Anastacia

Title: In Your Eyes
Album: Pieces of a Dream
Artist: Anastacia
Composer(s): Anastacia Glen Ballard

Lyric:
Tripped along many stones
Enough to say I found my own way
I don't know where to go
Couldn't see where it leads

Making castles in the sand
Afraid no one else would hold my hand
I'm stained from the world
Sad, sad, sad little girl

But I see in your eyes
You wear no disguise
Help me find my way

I'm like a bird in the sky
You helped me to fly
Fly away, fly away
Back home, back home

Holding on to memories
Often scared of what I'd see
And then you came
And then you came and rescued me
And I'm okay, I'm okay

But I see in your eyes
You wear no disguise
Help me find my way

I'm like a bird in the sky
You helped me to fly
Fly away, fly away

Oh, and I know you'll never leave me alone
I'll follow you just anywhere that you go
In my life I can see you
I know I believe you will stay, oh

In your eyes
You wear no disguise, oh oh
Like a bird in the sky
You helped me to fly, oh yeah
Ooh

In your eyes, oh oh
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah
I said, "You're like a bird in the sky
You helped me to fly"
Fly away, fly away

Back home, back home
In your eyes, in your eyes

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

A Bird In The Hand - Lyrics - Death Certificate - Ice Cube

Title: A Bird In The Hand
Album: Death Certificate
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): William Earl Collins, Gary Shider, George Jr Clinton, Ronald Dunbar, Donnie R Sterling, O'Shea Jackson, Mark S. Jordan

Lyric:
Say, look at this, I've been cleaning out my nest
And I found an old book of my poetry

Fresh out of school 'cause I was a high school grad
Gots to get a job 'cuz I was a high school dad
Wish I got paid by rappin' to the nation
But that's not likely, so here's my application

Pass it to the man at AT&T
'Cuz when I was in school, I got the A.E.E.
But there's no S.E. for this youngsta
I didn't have no money so now I gotta punch the clock

Gotta slave and be half a man
The whitey says there's no room for the African
Always knew that I would clock G's
But welcome to McDonald's, may I take your order, please?

Gotta serve ya food that might give you cancer
'Cuz my son doesn't take no for an answer
Now I pay taxes that you never give me back
What about diapers, bottles and Similac?

Do I have to sell me a whole lotta crack
For decent shelter and clothes on my back?
Or should I just wait for help from Bush
Or Jesse Jackson and Operation Push?

If you ask me, the whole thing needs a douche
A Massingill, what the hell crackers sell in the neighborhood?
To the corner house bitches
Miss Porker, Little Joe and Todd Bridges

Or anybody that he know
So I got me a bird better known as a kilo
Now everybody know I went from po'
To a nigga that got dough

So now you put the Feds against me
'Cause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency
I'm never givin' love again
But blacks are too fuckin' broke to be republican

Now I remember, I used to be cool
Till I stopped fillin' out my W-2
Now senators are gettin' hired
And your plan against the ghetto backfired

So now you got a pep talk
But sorry, this is our only room to walk
'Cause we don't want a drug push
But a bird in the hand is worth more than a Bush

Tell the politicians, the hustlers
Live and let live, yeah
Tell the politicians, the hustlers
Live and let live, yeah

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Dipset Anthem - Lyrics - Diplomatic Immunity - Diplomats

Title: Dipset Anthem
Album: Diplomatic Immunity
Artist: Diplomats
Composer(s): Greg Green, S Thomas, Sam Dees, Cameron Giles, Seon Thomas, Laron L. James

Lyric:
Yeah, Dipset
Oh, come on, fuck with your boy
It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?
Let me see you through this, Killa, Jones, Freakay
Yeah man, I'm back at it, come on

Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
So go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
Tell 'em it's August, I'm gon' 'til November
I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up

Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up, please
Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up, please
Yeah I see a town I'm likin'
See some niggas getting money in a town I like it

I run up on them with the pound and light it
Like it's my block now, all right kid? He understood me quite clear
Then that thing banged out and ranged out the side of his right ear
And I got back to my business, back to my bitches
Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision

Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin', what?
Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin'
And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it, hey

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles, listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone
Flippin' the channels, watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math

Now I see death around the corner, gotta stay high
Will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?
Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride, yeah
Four five semi on the side, yeah, twisting when they drive, yeah

Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
Two more for Cam for taking over the Roc
Yeah, yeah, it's my year so

Okay, okay, okay
Y'all can't fuck with me, no way, what? Jose or Hector Camacho
Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before, I should y'all before

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles, listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone
Flippin' the channels, watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math

I'm on the West side of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down
And make me put my two arms up, touchdown!
You stay in touch now but when I tough down
I'm like Buckshot shorty, duck down

Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown
Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now?
Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'
Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin

Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets
Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband
That shit is disgusting
Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'

This on my wrist is nothing
To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds
Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'
You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles, listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone
Flippin' the channels, watching how the gangstas do it

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles, listening to gangsta music
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math

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Plan Went Sour - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Plan Went Sour
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher N Dorsey, Byron O Thomas

Lyric:
Picture, I'm always plannin' kaperz, tryin' to come up on cheese
But my kaperz goin' sour for the Lil' B.G., peep me

I was born a loser, a stank pussy abuser
Murders I'm accused 'cause I'm a AK user
Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots
Pack Glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, it's hot

'Cause it's bumpin', got nothin' but dope traffic
Six figgas what I'm after, can't be playin' and laughin'
Young wit good sense, bent behind the tents
In front of this baller house that I'm 'bout to go in

I got it mapped up, it's planned all out
I demand you denied, them lights goin' all out
I done scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks
Hope inside they got a bird of coke and 10 G

The niggas in the project come in black like always
Invisible wit the mack, it's dark in the hallways
Creepin' so slow 'cause it's on the second flo'
I gets up there, they got a crack in the front do'

I push it wit ease, nigga freeze, get on yo knees
No keys, no G's, I find dead bodies
Two wit head shots, one nigga still breathin'
He bleedin' heavily, I'm leavin' a made G

Get back to the car, tryin' to get far as I can
Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin' in my hand
It's one way goin' gettin' money and the power
Gotta think again 'cause my plan went sour

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

I lay back and think again, tryin' to come up on cheese
Do what I gotta do, nigga it's all on me
Just like it's all on you to chose right from wrong
Might be a power move to go in this nigga home

I'ma handle my biz, plan it out and shit
Ain't killin' no kids but I'ma split his wig
If I have to spank his bitch, I'ma spank the ho
Get off the motherfuckin flo' and take me to the coke

Now where the stash at, where the cash at
Where the grass at, look at this
Chopper in my hand, I'ma blast that, pass that
Green shit wit Ben Franklin on it

I'll spill you nigga, ain't no need for thankin' on it
I gots to have it, up it busta, real fast
Fo' I get to the point, fuck it buster and I'll blast
You play with fire get burned, fuck wit B.G. get burnt

I'ma hustla 'til death, be trill to my last brat
I let my nuts hang, I'm 'bout money and the power
Thinkin' again 'cause my plan went sour
That's cold, man that's cold, my plan went sour

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

I planned this and I done planned that
But every time it go sour, I can't stand that
I want money and the power in my hand black
I'ma end up leavin' the game, what the fuck is that?

I done kidnapped, I done jacked, I done slung the mack
And every time the kaper over, I bring nothin' back
I have no paper and I'm sober I ain't havin' that
Any high-roller got what I want then I'm grabbin' that

All I got is my rap folder tryin' to make a mill
But they got niggas even colder tryin' to make a mill
I just be real and hope B.G., hit the jack pot
Put on the spot, every tape we drop, hit the store hot

We got a plan and we clique tight on the rise
I come out Juvey ride, Hot Boyz come out, we all ride
I'm 'bout mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggle
Do what I gotta do, gotta rap hustle

Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, hoes jock ya mail
You know I gotta duck but I'm tryin' to bring up tape sales
'Cause I got a plan, I got a plan to go platinum
Holdin' my dick, G's and a strap in my hand

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

Nigga, respect that, all these niggas puttin' on they black mask
Dressin' up to get dey cash, ya heard me, don't go in that kaper
If it ain't planned right 'cause it aint gon' come out right
You ain't gon' come out wit no mail, make sure you got it down pat

I done been through it and I ain't bring nothin' back
But I'm bringin' this shit to the fuckin' distribution people
And they sendin' some shit back, ya heard me, it's all gravy
Cash Money Records, Black Connection on the rise, all the time

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

A Bird In Hand - Lyrics - Owen

Title: A Bird In Hand
Artist: Owen
Composer(s): Michael Thomas Kinsella

Lyric:
You know what you are to me
Don't make me say it over and over again
It's way too late or much too early
You know how I get

When I'm left alone to my vices
Like the grown ups did when I was a kid
That's it, I'm a bird in your hand
So take me as I am

You know what you are to me
Don't make me say it over and over again
You're left here a part of me
It stays late to clean up the mess

When I'm sick of all my choices
Like the grown ups I grew up with
Angels and addicts

When I put my arms around you, I mean it
When I'm too drunk to stay up with you, I mean it
When I slam doors when I'm pissed at you, I mean it
When I put on a suit and say, I do I mean

You know what you are to me
Don't make me say it over and over again
Over and over again
Over and over again
Over and over again

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Method Of Love - Lyrics - Aztec Camera

Title: Method Of Love
Artist: Aztec Camera
Composer(s): Roddy Frame

Lyric:
The sun that drowns everything in gold
Feeling it taking hold, holding her hand
The hue of her hair, coloring every care
Willing to share, who'd understand?

As faith breaks down
In the shadow of a cold cathedral

Make a wish for the one you love
As the storm sets the leaves in motion
Let it blow on the breeze of a deep blue ocean
Love's a bird in the human hand

Feel it breathe as your fingers open
Would it stay here and sing
If its wings were broken?
That's the method of love

By chance she calls
Shatters the mood I'm in
Letting the light shine in
Bathe me in grace

The trials of time
Course though this heart of mine
Feel her erase
Every trace

And stand by me
In the deluge of the slings and arrows

Make a wish for the one you love
As the storm sets the leaves in motion
Let it blow on the breeze of a deep blue ocean
Love's a bird in the human hand

Feel it breathe as your fingers open
Would it stay here and sing
If its wings were broken?
That's the method of love

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Chicken Hawk - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Chicken Hawk
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Henrik Milling Rasmussen, Dedrick D'Mon Rolison

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Lyric:
Quietly I stalk niggas, call me the Chicken Hawk
Approach with my gun in a 2 one one
As I sickum, lay my victum, may I lickum
All action stop nobody move no pop

As I reck shop red alert make yo blood squirt
When I work in the brownies and the high top chucks to do dirt
Keep it sound, put it down my way
Protected by an AK, as I search for my pray

Through the ghetto, hit the peddle every corner I'm torning
Look for the money the kilos and the gallons of shermin' nigga
Till we meet I stash my heat, 'neath in my baggage
Do damage nasty as a savage, lookin' for the cabbage

Its own 20 grand I spot a bird in hand
As I spread my wing spand I swoop ready to land
Gotta get heem hit the spot grab the sacka nd I shake it blessed
With the game to make it bus its easier to take it, nigga

I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
Don't make me kill everybody on this motherfucker

On a late night, creep the hawk soars on a mission
Mashin' through the hood nerd this nigga had the chickens
36 zones in each sack to be exact
Got 50 G's or more in street value worth of crack

As he put it down out of control with the cavey
Got Benzos on the grass twistin' front and back Cadeys
Capacino sted of coffe moet, no more rossie Rolex diamonds
All glossy, glossy Mr. Flossy

Sewed up the block keys to double up rock
I gotta lick heem nigga want know heen when I get heem me
Shoot strate never hesitate fools co-operate
Or I dagun tagum body bagum with my magnum

Heat in yo' chest how we do it in the west
I gaffle up yo' dope and fly back to my nest
I stalk hit up in chalk all over the sidewalk
It's Mack 10 foe life better know as the chicken hawk

Allo
Yeah nigga, I got yo bitch, so take all the chicks you got
And put 'em in a dumpster behind the
[Incomprehensible] or I killin' this motherfucker
Fuck this nigga don't give any shit
Bitch shut the fuck up right now

On a midnight flight the hawk glides through the breeze
Pull my wings at eaze as I lands in the palm trees
Overlook my lick, set my scope like a sniper
Hawk the bitch piper, be alarmed foe the type a fool

That ah hoo ride when he doo ride
I came ruff out the box Inglewood school of hard nots, nigga
A gaffle dick is all I ever gave a hoe
Where peneltons not a cape, so I can't save a hoe

Mack 10 just stepped off the 'Planet of the Apes'
Foe the money and dope, I never rapes I duck tapes
Bitches I mackum down, flagum down they pull over
Fill lucky as a fowe leaf, clover in a Range Rover

They never know its the hawk his self
My eyes reder than red with St. Ides on my breff
I draw down all this licken got me nervous so I'm twitchin'
Bitch two to the dome or take me to yo nigga chickens

I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga

Foe life

Hello?
Oh I see you Mr. Funny Man
Aw motherfuckin'
Yeah you're the kind of nigga that
[Incomprehensible] with your bitch
Well listen to this motherfucker

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Something In Common - Lyrics - Bobby Brown

Title: Something In Common
Artist: Bobby Brown
Composer(s): Whitney Houston, Alfred D. Rosemond, Mark L. Middleton, Bernard Belle, Teddy Riley, Bobby Brown

Lyric:
I know I may have made mistakes before
But now I understand what those mistakes were for
Throughout my travel's girl, I realized
What you see, what you get don't always coincide

A bird in the hand beats two in the bush
But just one look was all it took
Could it be that we're the only one's thinkin' of
Harmony, ecstasy, there's somethin' about this love
(We, we have something in common)

Girl you mean so much to me
It should be plain to see that we
(We, we have something in common)
It's the way we feel about each other
When we're together

I'm the type of girl who understands my man
I'll be strong, when he's weak, I will hold his hand
Now I believe old fashioned rules and old fashioned ways
Courtesy, honesty, like in the old days

You're my man and I'm your girl
There's nothing better in this whole wide world
I'll stand by your side till the very end
All in all, best of love, we are friends
(We, we have something in common)

Boy, you mean so much to me
It should be plain to see that we
(We, we have something in common)
It's the way we feel about each other
When we're together
(We, we have something in common)

Yes we do, yes we do, yes we do
Yes we do, oh, baby
(We, we have something in common)
It's the way we feel about each other
When we're together

Girl you know it's you that I adore
And there's no one in this world
That I love more, more

Just a little bit aaha, just a little bit aaha
Just a little bit aaha, just a little bit aaha
Just a little bit aaha, just a little bit aaha
Baby, baby, baby, baby

Don't you know that we
( We have something in common)
We, have something in common
You and me, me and you
I'm sweatin' for your body
(We have something in common)
And you mean so much to me boy
When we're together

So we
(We, we have something in common)
We never have no problems, baby
(We have something in common)
You and me, me and you, you and me

Brings together, baby
(We have something in common)
(We have something in common)
(We have something in common)
I love you more and more and more and more, baby
I love you baby

We have something in common
We, we have something in common
We have something in common together
We, we have something in common
We have something in common together
Something in common

We have something in common
We have something in common
We have something in common

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Billy'S Got A Gun - Lyrics - Pyromania - Def Leppard

Title: Billy'S Got A Gun
Album: Pyromania
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Robert John Lange, Stephen Clark, Richard Savage, Joseph Elliott, Peter Willis

Lyric:
Billy's got a gun, he's on the run
Confusion in his mind, the blind leads the blind
Yeah, Billy's got a gun, he's gonna shoot you down
He's got evil in his eyes, got a reason to despise
There's danger in the air

Can you feel it in the air?
(There's danger in the air)
Danger
(Such a strange emotion)
Can you feel it in the air?
(Oh, yeah)

Oh, he was locked inside a room without a door
His innocence he suffered for, in a world of black and white
They were wrong and he was right
Just looking for a clue, it's a nightmare come true
He's going underground to track that danger down
Oh, Billy, and why you got that gun?

Can you feel it in the air?
(There's danger in the air)
Danger
(Such a strange emotion)
Can you feel it in the air?
(Oh yeah, oh Billy)

Never give him an even break
Gettin' caught is the chance you take
It could be your last mistake
(You could be so hopeless)

As a bird with a broken wing
Like a sheep in a lions den
Gonna fall but you won't know when
(He's gonna get you)

You hear footsteps in the night, see shadows on the wall
And the ghostly sound of silence, as the mist begins to fall
Then a scream rang out like thunder but the lightening was too late
As the rain came down on the crimson ground was the hand of fate
And a crowd of people gathered 'round but Billy couldn't wait

Can you feel it in the air?
(There's danger in the air)
Danger
(Such a strange emotion)
Can you feel it in the air?
(Oh yeah, yeah, Billy's on the run)

(Aah, you better run)
Never give him an even break
(Better run)
Gettin' caught is the chance you take
(You better run)
It could be your last mistake
(Yeah, Billy's got a gun)

As a bird with a broken wing
(Oh, Billy)
As a sheep in the lions den
(Oh, Billy)
Gonna fall but you won't know when
(Yeah, the heat is on, he's gonna get you)

Bang, bang

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Fly As The Sky - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: Fly As The Sky
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Manni Fresh, Rasaq Seriki, Hakeem Seriki, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

You know I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a

Yellow band, excuse me Cham, please give me the time again
Diamonds so large, the minute hand ain't got no time for them
Damn, how you supposed to see the time when them
M&M, sized diamonds lay right beside the hand

Chamilll, Rasaq and Lil Wayne make a nigga feel ashamed
Trying to hide the bling in the middle of your little chain
In the drain, down it go, say they love the sound of those
Chamilltary boys, we the ill est boys around here hoe

Flyer than a bird yes but your correct if your guess
Is that the eagle gonna hurt when aiming at your bird chest
Pow, forget your feelings, I could care less
Leave you where I leave you, you can see ya in the turbulence

Girl do yourself a favor and don't say I gotta to pay ya
Give a favor to a playa and just pass it to my neighbor
And when you're finished could you tell your friend to flavor
'Cause the king ain't gonna savor, just gonna save that ass for later

Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

You know, I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a

Mayne I'm fly as a plane, me and Lil Wayne
Spitting game, get your girl weezy like his name
We don't have to say a thing 'cause the chain can explain
First they look at the piece then they look at the rang

I'm fly as a pelican, ice on my skeleton
On a Sunday morning, I stay sharper than a reverend
Candy on my doors, looking something like gelatin
Syrup in my cup but I ain't talking 'bout medicine

I'm cold as an Eskimo, throwed from my head to toe
The white tee fresh but it starts in my denims though
Yeah and if I pull down my fly, I could piss on the sky
'Cause nigga I'm that high

I pulled up in Heaven up in the candy painted ride
And I gave Jesus five and I'm still alive
Even though I know them haters wish I would die
Even in they day dreams, I'ma still stay fly boy

Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

You know, I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a, yeah I think you heard me

They call me Bird man Junior, I'm flyer than the rest
I'm trying to get a couple cool pigeons to the nest
And if you look at how the jewels glisten on my chest
Then you will be impressed and yes that's VS

Fly boy to death, I used to only fly
First class on every plane 'til I bought a jet
I'm on the runway, let down the steps
Open the phantom door and light up the cess

I smoke the best, Chamillion come get me
From University of Houston after I pass my test
Swisha lays for sure, it'll come your nerves
So boy I'm so high, I could palm the world

Yeah and I'm strapped for the turbulence
Pow, now you up here with me in a cloud
(Chea)
They call me weezy baby, the son of a stunner
Bitch, I'm flyer than a motherfucker, ya know

Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly

You know, I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a

Poster child to the pop trunk, I pop it up and let it bang
I'm show ya how to rep the city, correctly run the game
Grip tightly on the grain, turn it left and we call it swang
Let me show ya how to make the baddest ladies scream your name

I'll put that boy J Junior in the future of a body bag
I'm trying to quote that bad body like a boxing bag
Trying to get below the belt and beat it like a boxing jab
Hit it then I quit it like I dropped out of a boxing class

Know how we doing it, we been chopped and screwing it
Coming to get that number one spot you got like Ludacris
We don't be acting groupieish taking a sip out Luda's Cris
We buy our own bottles, grab one and put it to your lips

Hating on your hood, throw your hood up, put it in his face
Repping Texas, got that real estate down in that realest state
Didn't need a bigger place, didn't need a bigger face
On my watch but forgot and went a got them both a place
Fix ya face

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Fate'S Right Hand - Lyrics - Rodney Crowell

Title: Fate'S Right Hand
Artist: Rodney Crowell
Composer(s): Rodney J Crowell

Lyric:
Cool as a rule, you don't learn in no school
You can't brown nose the teacher from a dunce hat stool
It's the hum and the rhythm, the birds and the bees
The mommas and the poppa's and the monkeys in the trees

Brothers and the sisters livin' life on the street
Play a hunch, pull the punch, you'll likely get beat
By the junk food, tattooed, white dude, true blued
Honky with an attitude comin' unglued

Fate's right hand
I don't understand at all

Billy loves women like a junky loves dope
Give him just enough rope the monkey gon choke
She's a Bill Blass combo, maxed out mombo
DKNY caught him in a lie

Ken Starr word man were talkin' absurd
Spendin' forty million dollars just to give the man a bird
He's a king, she's a queen, the rap won't stick
Get it on with a rubber and you won't get sick

Fate's right hand
I don't understand at all

Redrum, dot com, dim sum, smart bombs
Double cappuccino and a heart like a tom tom
Ozone long, gone, that's it, I quit
Natural inclination says enough of this

Brat pack, black Jack, heart attack, crack
We need another news channel like a hole in the back
There's a 187 on the 405
We all go to Heaven on a hard disk drive

Fate's right hand
I don't understand at all

Hard rain, fish seine, hurricane Jane
Don't forget about Carla, when you're talkin' about poon tang
Slow song on the bone, rec hall dance
Double date Debbie with a pole in my pants

First comes love like it always did
Or we wouldn't be talkin' bout The Houston Kid
Podunk piss chunk old dead skunk drunk
Trot line Freddy's got his dogs in the trunk

Fate's right hand
I don't understand at all
Fate's right hand
Man, I don't understand at all

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Child Of The Night - Lyrics - Red Light District - Ludacris

Title: Child Of The Night
Album: Red Light District
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Nathaniel Hale, Damon Mcdaniels, Chris Bridges, Teena Marie Brockton

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Lyric:
It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

Look here
Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my word
But on my path to see the light sometimes my vision gets blurred
It's all a part of growing up and seeing life at its worst
And trying to iron out my wrinkles, putting family first
It seems like the whole world is out for sinking my boat
But with God as my navigator I'll be staying afloat
And I admit to being caught by many foolish distractions
Then I'm forced to pay the price as a result of my actions

I'm battling with myself, and every day is a war
Curiosity killed the cat, why am I curious George?
Gotta keep my nose up out of things that ain't none of my biz
And just 'cause something looks good, don't really mean that it is
Get through the agony and anger, the pain and strife
And take the necessary steps to try to change my life
I've got some questions for you Lord, 'cause my mentality's hood
So why's that everything that's bad for me feels so good?

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

Now I'm an only child, so excuse some of my selfish ways
I got spoiled when I was young, spoil myself today
But I feed at least a thousand stomachs and how I've done it is
From the ground up a hundred miles and running, dodging and ducking
Everybody trying to hammer me down
A self made millionaire, baby look at me now
Can't tell me I'm not as hungry as the day I began
'Cause all I ever really needed was a pen in my hand

And the pad in my lap didn't matter in fact
Me and my mom lived in one room, what's badder than that?
Was a young man forced to grow up at the age of twelve
Trying to get in where I fit, streets giving me hell
But yet I give it right back, so how you like that?
Continued doing wrong till I was on the right track
Tell me about heavy money, I might give it a push
But a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

No matter how much older we get
Man, we are all still children at heart
We all make mistakes, it's all good

Now, I've tried plenty of times to get rid of my bad habits
Living life on the cutting edge, taking a stab at it
And learning from my mistakes, try not to make them twice
Just admit it when I'm wrong, and tryin' hard to make it right
And baby, nobody's perfect in this world of ours
There's plenty of people getting stitches in this world of scars
But over time I pray to God that he can heal your wounds
Try and love and love again until they seal your tomb

Life is short if you don't notice it'll pass you by
That's why my head is in the clouds trying to pass the sky
I'm never blinking for a minute, keep my eyes on my foes
They wanna catch me in the open, bring my life to a close
Meanwhile that's why I'm bringing so much life to my shows
I've seen smiles, I'm making changes, turning glitter to gold
Don't let these devils play you down, or belittle your souls
Just be happy with yourself and it's so simple to grow
Come on

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on
...

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Can'T Tell Me Shit - Lyrics - Celly Cel

Title: Can'T Tell Me Shit
Artist: Celly Cel
Composer(s): Kenneth Darnell Franklin, Marceles Mccarver

Lyric:
Yeah, you got Celly Cel back in this muthafucka
Once again, you know 'bout to drop this soul playa shit on y'all
You know, nothin' but that realness, can ya feel this though?
Yeah, gonna ride wit' ya nigga 'cuz it's goin' down

They say break yo'self or make yo'self
So I said fuck it, bought a glock so I could take myself
Through all this soft shit, a nigga face as a youngsta
Loc'ed ass niggas made that hillside a monster

O.G.'s hoopin' at the school house and shootin' dice
In and out the pen, real niggas find nothin' nice
Made this hog hit the brew, made me hit the weed
Eatin' at the ho house, moms know a nigga kill

Go to my room, sleep off my high and hit the door
Tellin' myself, "I ain't smokin' weed no more"
But you know them lies as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo and Clyde smokin' dank till the sun rise

Walk into the school house, Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss and tell and spread rumors
Boxin' toe to toe and everybody in a circle
Sockin' muthafuckas 'til they eyes turn purple

Ain't no set trippin', no jumpin', it's just one on one
Fools throwin' thangs to the end, back then it was fun
No gunshots, no need to hit the floor but after school
The whole city lookin' up and will support through

To see a little league, a Babe Ruth baseball game
Niggas was down there cuttin' up or throwin' thangs
Chasin' five off for hot dogs and fries bitch
But back then, you still couldn't tell a nigga shit

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Got a little older now, the park is a joke
'Cause all the ball players out there slangin' dope
Some of my niggas is on grimmies, but I didn't slip
Ain't that a bitch? You can't tell a nigga shit

So I mind my own, find my home, now I'm in the zone
Behind farmers in the alley, gettin' money on
Had ten dollars and J.B. gave me the other ten
Bought a breakdown, now I'm goin' with the wind

Brakes with the colors, has ounces and Q.P.'s
The half keys, now I'm sellin' weight to the G's
Hit Oxford Street, spent a grip, now I'm ready to go
To Hogan Hoctors, it be bitches at the talent show

And for all and hoop games had hoes
Hilail and Hogie, you know it was on fo' sho'
Reece assists and Redge with the Toma hawked up
Then the whole town mobbin' down to the waterfront

Niggas in Granadas, Cougars and Mustangs, Stars and Volvos
Nobody fuckin' with them girl thangs
Me, G-Roc, J.B. and Lil' C.Mo. puffin' on indo
Splittin' 4 double O. Z.'s

Young G's tryin' to live
And when they shut the ship door, we goin' under the bridge
Gettin' whiplashed from the brake gas mash and dip
'Cause back then you couldn't tell a nigga shit

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Made it to a G but ain't no love in my city
Now we set trippin', all these fools actin' shitty
Niggas wanna reel me in but didn't know
When you fuckin' wit the big fish, you fuckin' wit a funeral

No more toe to toe, H.K. forty fours
Now what they know about the mutha fuckin' murda shows
Strap on my right hand side, in the bay area
Shit is gettin' scarier, niggas are barrier

Fuck the bird, I'm the nigga bailin' too early
Trigga happy nigga wit a head fulla Shirlies on
Christian brothas in chasin' it was splits
Or drinkin' hurricanes wit my niggas in da click

So deep, I can't call it spend about a million dollars
At the liquor store, I'm just an alcoholic
Forty water and legit put me on the map
Got my foot in the door, now I'm givin' up dank

Sick wit his last job, my nine to five
The shit I used to dream about is how I survive
Lifestyle of a mack, funk for life, some heat for yo' azz
Them Killa Kali niggas blast and smash

Without a murda weapon or a witness
Too many niggas in yo' car, risky business
They turn snitches
Break down and have the Po-Po's at yo' front door

And all real niggas know
Who rides sucka free on the solo
When you empty the clip
They can't tell a nigga shit

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Z - There'S Been A Murder - Lyrics - Vol. 3: The Life & Times Of St. Carter - Jay

Title: Z - There'S Been A Murder
Album: Vol. 3: The Life & Times Of St. Carter
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Alana Davis, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Think there's been a murder
Oh yeah, I think there's been a
I think there's been a
Think there's been a murder
Oh yeah, think there's been a
I think there's been a

I hustle from, night to mornin', dawn to dusk
Kidnap and robberies like you goin' with us
I held round table meetings so we could go on and discuss
Not only money but all the emotions goin' through us
Why we don't cry when niggaz die? That's how the street raised him
Look in the air, say a prayer hopin' God forgave him
Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement
We live dangerous, often findin' ourself in the eyes of strangers

My dream is big and in it my team is rich
As seen through the eyes of a nigga who ain't seen shit
Back to live action, I'm packin', I'm still in the mix
Like new hits, I think I'm goin' over your head a lil' bit
But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now
Jay motherfuckin' Z, and with that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead

Think there's been a murder
Oh yeah, I think there's been a
I think there's been a
Think there's been a murder
Oh yeah, think there's been a
I think there's been a

My infatuation with autos led to autos gettin' sprayed
Houses gettin' broken in, quarters gettin' trayed
Bricks gettin' chopped, mom's pots gettin' used
One thrown in that water, try the soda in there too
Expensive shoes worn, Louis Vuitton seat, roof gone
Coke cheap, my face is like a coupon
I gotta do Shawn, 'cause even when Jay-Z was lukewarm
I was gettin' my loot on, nigga I'm too strong

Eat 'til the food's gone, they placed me on this earth
The twin brother of rich poor though, separated at birth
I got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a muffler
Fuck with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us
Learn why we buck at the guys that come up with us
Ain't enough bucks for us to split in this shit
Plus ain't nobody lovin' us and with that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and

Think there's been a murder
Oh yeah, I think there's been a
I think there's been a
Think there's been a murder
Oh yeah, think there's been a
I think there's been a

See my life is like a see-saw
And until I move this weight it's gon' keep me to the floor
Travel with me through my deep thoughts
Y'all can't learn Jigga by the shit y'all be readin' in The Source
It's deeper of course, follow the life of this reckless minor
At 16 in the 600, unlicensed driver
Playin', cops and robbers, like shots can't stop us
Flippin' a bird to the choppers, buck thirty on the turns

Reckless abandon, when I'm standin on this pedal
Hand on my metal, minus all this time they tryin' to give me
Lord help me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy or
Somebody to tell me that they felt me
I tried to play the hand you dealt me
But you gave me five funnies an' shit
I was hungry I need menage money
Nothin less than a 520, and with that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is

I think there's been a murder

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