A Piece Of The Action - Lyrics - The Babys

Title: A Piece Of The Action
Artist: The Babys
Composer(s): Michael Japp, Chas Sanford

Lyric:
I've got no money, could you spare a dime?
I got the plan, if you got the time
if you take me there, you can claim your share of the action

Been on the road for a long time now
Paid all my dues, oh I'm running out
If you take me there, you can claim your share of the action

Oh, for a piece of the action, oh, for a slice of the cake
Oh, for a piece of the action, oh, for a slice of the cake

Sometimes I feel as I'm going down
That nothing can stop me from losing ground
If you take me there, you can claim your share of the action

Oh, for a piece of the action, oh, for a slice of the cake
Oh, for a piece of the action, oh, for a slice of the cake
For a slice of the cake, oh

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A Piece Of The Action - Lyrics - John Waite

Title: A Piece Of The Action
Artist: John Waite
Composer(s): Michael Japp, Chas Sanford

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Lyric:
I've got no money, could you spare a dime?
I got the plan, if you got the time
if you take me there, you can claim your share of the action

Been on the road for a long time now
Paid all my dues, oh I'm running out
If you take me there, you can claim your share of the action

Oh, for a piece of the action, oh, for a slice of the cake
Oh, for a piece of the action, oh, for a slice of the cake

Sometimes I feel as I'm going down
That nothing can stop me from losing ground
If you take me there, you can claim your share of the action

Oh, for a piece of the action, oh, for a slice of the cake
Oh, for a piece of the action, oh, for a slice of the cake
For a slice of the cake, oh

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Action - Lyrics - Retro Active - Def Leppard

Title: Action
Album: Retro Active
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Brian Connolly, Andy Scott, Mick Tucker, Steve Priest

Lyric:
So you think you'll take another piece of me
To satisfy your intellectual need
Do you want, do you want
Action, action, action, action

Gonna bring you down
'Cause you've been pushing me
You've got to recognize my superiority

Liar, liar, liar, liar
You know you believed it
Higher, higher, higher, higher
'Cause I'm the main man

And that's why, everybody wants a piece of the action
Everybody needs a main attraction
I've got what everybody needs satisfaction guarantees
That everybody wants a piece of the action

Oh, I was suicidal 'cause you was my idol
Baby, baby, baby, bring it to your knees
Oh, there was a time I would have walked the line
But you bled me dry with your insatiable greed

Liar, liar, liar, liar
You know you believed it
Higher, higher, higher, higher
'Cause I'm the main man

And that's why, everybody wants a piece of the action
Everybody needs a main attraction
I've got what everybody needs satisfaction guarantees
That everybody wants a piece of the action

Do you want, do you want action?
Everybody wants, everybody needs
Everybody wants, everybody needs

Everybody wants a piece of the action
Everybody needs a main attraction
I've got what everybody needs satisfaction guarantees
That everybody wants a piece of the action, action, action
Action, action, action, action

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Hooligan'S Holiday - Lyrics - Red, White, & Crue - Motley Crue

Title: Hooligan'S Holiday
Album: Red, White, & Crue
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): John Corabi, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Mick Mars

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Lyric:
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's holiday
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it out

Drop dead beauties, stompin' up a storm
Lines of hell on our face
Bruised bad apples, crawling through the night
Busted loose runaway, runaway

Always, always a thrill without a motive
Thirty days just a haze
Everybody wants a piece of the action, noway
Everybody wants a piece of the pie, yeah, yeah

We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's
I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday
We're on a holiday, hooligan's, yeah

Cross eyed derelicts are coming, an iron horse between our legs
T-t-tattoos, black manes flowin', everyday's a holiday
Everybody wants a piece of the action, yes they do
Everybody wants a piece of the pie, they want a piece of me

We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's
I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday
We're on a holiday, hooligan's [Incomprehensible]

Modern times an' new bloods pumpin'
Only the strong survive
Everybody wants a piece of the action, noway
Everybody wants a piece of the pie, I got to get away

We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's
I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday
We're on a holiday, hooligan's

We got to get away
Everybody wants a piece of the action
We better get away
Everybody wants a piece of the pie [Incomprehensible]

We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday
[Incomprehensible]

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Hooligan'S Holiday (Extended Holiday Version) - Lyrics - Motley Crue

Title: Hooligan'S Holiday (Extended Holiday Version)
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): John Corabi, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Mick Mars

Lyric:
I'm on a holiday
Hooligan's holiday

Drop dead beauties stompin' up a storm
Lines of hell on our face
Bruised bad apples crawling through the night
Busted loose, runaway, runaway

Always, always a thrill without a motive
And 30 days, such a haze
Everybody wants a piece of the action, no way
Everybody wants a piece of the pie

We're on a holiday
Hooligan's holiday
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's

I gotta get away
Hooligan's holiday
We're on a holiday, hooligan's

Cross-eyed derelicts are comin'
Iron horse between our legs
Tattoos, black manes flowin'
Every day's a holidaze

Everybody wants a piece of the action, yes, I do
Everybody wants a piece of the pie
They want a piece of mind

We're on a holiday
Hooligan's holiday
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's

I gotta get away
Hooligan's holiday
We're on a holiday, hooligan's

Modern times and new blood's pumpin'
Only the strong survive
Everybody wants a piece of the action, no way
Everybody wants a piece of the pie

I gotta get away
We're on a holiday
Hooligan's holiday
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's

I gotta get away
Hooligan's holiday
We're on a holiday, hooligan's

Everybody wants a piece of the action
You better get away
Everybody wants a piece of the pie

We're on a holiday
Hooligan's holiday
We on our way

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Piece Of Your Action - Lyrics - Red, White, & Crue - Motley Crue

Title: Piece Of Your Action
Album: Red, White, & Crue
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): Nikki Sixx, Vince Neil

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Lyric:
Go, ooh, hey, oh

I want you, I need you
I want you to be mine tonight
You need me, you tease me
Use you up, throw you away

You're fire, taking me higher
Don't burn me, don't let me down
You need me now, I'll teach you how
Come on, let's go all the way

Get a piece of your action
Get a piece of your action

Tight action, rear traction
So hot, you really blow me away
Fast moving, wet and ready
Time is right so hang on tight

Live wire, night prowler
Lay back and take me inside
You need me now, I'll teach you how
Come on, let's go all the way

Get a piece of your action
Get a piece of your action

Oh, I want you, I need you
I want you to be mine tonight
You need me, you bleed me
Use you up, throw you away

You're fire, taking me higher
Don't burn me, don't let me down
You need me now, I'll teach you how
Come on, let's go all the way

Get a piece of your action
Get a piece of your action
I get a piece of your action
Get a piece of your action

Look out

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Piece Of Your Action (Screamin' '91 Remix) - Lyrics - Motley Crue

Title: Piece Of Your Action (Screamin' '91 Remix)
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): Nikki Sixx, Vince Neil

Lyric:
Go, ooh, hey, oh

I want you, I need you
I want you to be mine tonight
You need me, you tease me
Use you up, throw you away

You're fire, taking me higher
Don't burn me, don't let me down
You need me now, I'll teach you how
Come on, let's go all the way

Get a piece of your action
Get a piece of your action

Tight action, rear traction
So hot, you really blow me away
Fast moving, wet and ready
Time is right so hang on tight

Live wire, night prowler
Lay back and take me inside
You need me now, I'll teach you how
Come on, let's go all the way

Get a piece of your action
Get a piece of your action

Oh, I want you, I need you
I want you to be mine tonight
You need me, you bleed me
Use you up, throw you away

You're fire, taking me higher
Don't burn me, don't let me down
You need me now, I'll teach you how
Come on, let's go all the way

Get a piece of your action
Get a piece of your action
I get a piece of your action
Get a piece of your action

Look out

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Peer Pressure - Lyrics - Juvenile Hell - Mobb Deep

Title: Peer Pressure
Album: Juvenile Hell
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Paul Paul Mitchell, Kejuan W Muchita, Albert Johnson

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Lyric:
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)

As a young black teen, everyday I deal
With the pressure and mixed up is how I feel
I walk the streets with a fuck you attitude
And when it comes to my peoples you ain't half as rude
Follow the crowd or be a leader, take your pick
Now I'm smokin' Buddha Philly blunt style

A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take a piece of the action
But my sober state of mind won't let it happen
So twenty-four-seven it's the number one stresser
Dealin' with the peer pressure

The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)

Most don't understand how it is
In the world of today growin' up as a young black teen
I used to dream, of bein' a architect
Easier said than done, believe me it's hard to get
Out of the projects, without forgettin' where you came from
My parents told me from day one
Finish school and avoid all obstacles
But my environment, makes it so impossible

For instance, build a strong social life
Without messing up still trying to live right
Like in junior high, I used to wonder why
Certain females went out with certain guys
Then one day, it all dawned on me yo
You gotta be down, and have it goin' on see
I wasn't down with the mainstream or
Should I say their team, now I'm gettin' steamed

Gotta find a way, to get accepted by my peers
So now I'm sippin' on beers
Buyin' new gear, nothin' but the best
Forget Levi's strictly Polo and Guess
But how would I make the cash?
It gotta be easy and it gotta be fast
Thinkin' to myself does that make me lesser
Just, dealin' with the peer pressure

The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)

The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)

Around my way there's a kid that most don't understand
How he lives, Is it negative or positive?
He has a grade A average
But when he's on the streets, with his friends, he's a savage
A freshman of high school, daily attendant
He never got in trouble never did he get suspended
Good little Kenny who would believe
He dropped out of school to start to smoke weed

I saw the signs but I didn't pay attention
Because he got offended every time that I would mention
The drinkin', the smokin', the low school grades
And sleepin' in class laid back with his black shades
Nowadays you catch Kenny hangin' in the hallways
With his crew findin' more ways
To break out of school, and hit the block and get buck wild
Stay out of the way of a mad child

'Cause he's a product of, hell
Kenny never fell but he's gonna fall overall
So let's take a trip to the ghetto
Where Kenny got drunk and bought a burner off his man
So he pulled the trigger and the suicide note read
"I'm glad it's finally over and I'm finally dead"
And no more, do I have to feel, lesser, or
Deal with the peer pressure

The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)

The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)

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Snakes &Amp; Ladders - Lyrics - Men At Work

Title: Snakes &Amp; Ladders
Artist: Men At Work
Composer(s): Gregory Norman Ham, C Hay

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Lyric:
I can stand but I don't like the feeling
I could fall but I'm always on the floor
You could make a million staring at the ceiling
You could break your back and still be poor

One for the liar, one for the cheat
One for the man, who you'll never meet
Piece of the action and a portion of pie
They'll be there waiting when your big chance comes by

There's a snake on top of every ladder
Who will tell you that he's your best friend
Everyone important needs an adder
But subtraction gets you in the end

One for the liar, one for the thief
One for the man, whose time is so brief
Piece of the action and a portion of pie
They'll be there waiting when your big chance comes by

One for the liar, one for the cheat
One for the man, who you'll never meet
Piece of the action and a portion of pie
They'll be there waiting when your big chance comes by

They don't care they don't mind
The in-betweens will steal you blind
I don't know I can't say
It seems it's always been this way
You won't feel or complain
The gentle leech will cause no pain

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Sure Shot - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Sure Shot
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Jeremy Steig, Adam Horovitz, Wendell T. Fite, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Mario Caldato Jr.

Lyric:
'Cause you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Oh, 'cause you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Oh, but you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Mike D, come and rock the sure shot

I've got the brand new doo-doo guaranteed
Like yoo hoo, I'm on like Dr. John, yeah Mr. Zu Zu
I'm a newly wed, and not a divorcee
And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey

Well, it's the taking of the Pelham, one, two, three
If you want a doo-doo rhyme then come see me
I've got the savior faire with the unique rhyme and
I keep it on and on, it's never quitting time and

Strictly hand held is the style I go
Never rock the mic with the panty hose
I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go
'Cause at the boards is the man they call The Mario

Pull up at the function and you know I kojak
To all the party people that are on my bozak
I've got more action than my man John Woo
And I've got mad hits like I was Rod Crew

Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop
You know, you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Ad rock come and rock the sure shot
(Hurri-hurricane will cross fade on your ass)

And bust your ear drums
So listen everybody 'cause I'm shifting gears
I'm fresh like dougie when I set my specs
And on the microphone I come correct

Timing like a clock when I rock the hip hop
The top notch is my stock on the soap box
I've got more rhymes than I've got gray hairs
And that's a lot because I've got my share

I've got a hole in my head and there's no one to fix it
Got to straighten my thoughts, I'm thinking too much sick shit
Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes
I've got to step back, I've got to contemplate

Well, I'm like Lee Perry, I'm very
On rock the microphone and then I'm gone
I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a cheech wizard
Never quitting, so won't you listen?

Oh yes, indeed, it's fun time

Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Oh, but you can't, you won't and you don't stop
MCA come and rock the sure shot

I want to say a little something that's long overdue
The disrespect to women has got to be do
To all the mothers and sisters and the wives and friends
I want to offer my love and respect to the end

Well you say I'm twenty something and I should be slacking
But I'm working harder than ever, and you could call it macking
So I'm supposed to sit upon the couch and watching my TV
Still listening to wax, I?m not using the CD

I?m that kid in the corner
All fucked up and I wanna so I?m gonna
Take a piece of the pie, why not, I?m not quitting
Think I?ma change up my style just to fit in

I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic
I use a bullshit mic that?s made out of plastic
To send my rhymes out to all nations
Like Ma Bell, I?ve got the ill communications

Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Oh, but you can't, you won't and you don't stop
Torn in the rock and the sure shot

[Incomprehensible]

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Break A Brick Down - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: Break A Brick Down
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Anton Valenzano, Terius Gray

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Lyric:
This is, this is, this is, this is
Yeah, ha ha
Woah, yeah

You put the coke in a tube and whaddya get
Whatever you want a car to the flip of your wrist
Drug traffickin' been happenin' since seventy-six
They lock us up 'cause government be wantin' tax from the shit

I call my people in Detroit, they get that 911
Hoe gon' put it in her pussy and come flyin' with son
And it's plenty full so he gonna consignment some
Same nigga that I be gettin' the lime-ah from

Got yay too, how you want it? Soft piece or hard piece?
Work ain't movin, I'll break it down in a heartbeat
I'm tryin' to put the new 25's on my Rover
So when I hit the lake front they gotta slide over

Yeah, these hoes be respectin' my cars
When I pass, they smile and start adjustin' they bras
Niggaz peep hard and get to twistin' they lips
But they could easily meet, God, so homey, don't even trip

Ridin' with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash
On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half
Last time he put my shit on his tongue
He frowned up, 'cause the boy was numb

Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down
Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down
Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down
I can break a brick down but I prefer to sellin' it whole

I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill
Word is circulatin' niggaz is tryin' to find a deal
So he could ride behind the wheel
Of the 300 and put the dub deuces in the grill

You think you can't get killed? Me neither
That's why we almost forced to keep heaters
A quick ruckus if a bitch touch us
Ain't got no beef with no Muslims but move or you get hit brother

These streets move forward and backwards
These fiends out'chea somethin' more than just actors
One nigga get popped, another fo' get a package
Watchin' out for the law man patrollin' the action

What next? We tryin' to bring it back to the team
Let our dogs see how it is to do your own thing
Not like, baby, though, really put your own bling
You ain't doin nuttin' for me nigga, do your own thing

Ridin' with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash
On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half
Last time he put my shit on his tongue
He frowned up, 'cause the boy was numb

Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down
Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down
Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down
I can break a brick down but I prefer to sellin' it whole

G shit to 'em, I don't just write rhymes
Goin' platinum offa talkin' about my lifetimes
I'm gettin' love in these streets 'cause they like how I rock
I'm just a thug on the beat, fuck a hip-hop cop

Not jumpin' on the bandwagon to get my props
Got somethin' happenin' fo' me right within my block
Now, everybody wanna be the king of somethin'
I guess I'll just call myself the king of hustlin'

I make things happen nigga, I'm a panhandler
Shit not like how it's lookin' on camera
Won't exercise the right to put the bandanna up
And nobody gon' handle us, we never put they hammers up

You couldn't make it where I survive
Right now my city murder rate is at it's all time high
And it's a must I have the piece in sight
When I'm drivin' know I'm showin' them no teeth, just eyes

Ridin' with the strap on my lap, other one in the dash
On the way to drop this nigga off a fo'-and-a-half
Last time he put my shit on his tongue
He frowned up, 'cause the boy was numb

Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down
Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down
Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down
I can break a brick down but I prefer to sellin' it whole

Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down
Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down
Can you break a brick down? I can break a brick down
I can break a brick down

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Lights, Camera, Action (Remix) - Lyrics - Mr. Cheeks

Title: Lights, Camera, Action (Remix)
Artist: Mr. Cheeks
Composer(s): F Wilson, A Poree, L Caston, Terrence Kelly, R Harrell

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Lyric:
I'm talkin' to these
Yeah, okay
Yeah, ooh, ooh, this one's a vivrant thing
LB, G.I. one fam, oh, my, bounce with me now
Big, dawg, hot, I'm talkin', this gone be somethin' now
Mr. Cheeks, who, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Okay, get down now, big dawg now one shot deal

Yea, okay
Now I'm in the spot where I wanna be
Money spent, gettin' bent, chicks in front of me
Just the way I like it, hunnies turnin' somethin'
I got a seat up in the cut and I'm burnin' somethin'

Booties dancin' 'round a and I'm killin' one
Killin' one from the top of the stash and I'm feelin' bun's
Plus I'm do' low at a table, I'm with this chick
With a phat body and the ring up in her navel

Dances around, she struts with the walk
Touches her toes, and she can make her butt talk
Do whatcha gotta do, I ain't mad at 'chu
Know a lot of haters when they seen and as bad as you

You's a real bad girl, a need that
Sippin' on ya Henny, askin' where the weed at?
Lemme put you onto somethin'
You with a big, no frontin'

Uh' shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Uh', turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

I love the way it's goin' down she got the thongs on
She started bouncin' more once she heard the "Thong Song"
Them high heels got them calves lookin' right too
Shorty come live with me for the night true

I'm only tryin to holla, it's only right you holla back
So where you headed lemme follow that
Now word up I got plans for you
It's more than my tongue and my hands'll do

The way you move to the music, it make awanna
Take you up outta here, go somewhere, lose it
And your physique is off the chain
It's gonna be hard gettin' you off the brain

I mean we could take a drive in the X5
The way you boogie on the floor, know that sex slide
You's a dime piece, I'm tryin' to see somethin'
Suck your T's and in your front and lemme squeeze somethin'

Uh' shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Uh', turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

I got a few hours left 'til a jet
And I'm hopin' that it's you that a get
Hear them callin' out ya name, I geuss ya showtime
Get'cha money shorty, lemme see you pole climb

Toes out, back showin' off the tattoo
The dumb a had to snatch you
Lookin' as good as ya smell, pay your own bills
Ask officer, 'cuz your pushin' your own wheels

Yea I'm feelin' you tryin' to see the deal with you
What's goin' on, later on, can I chill with you?
We can do anythin' that you wanna do
You know the way a nigga feel, all I want is you

Get ya dance on
Love the way you make the moves with no pants on
Let's ride! Bounce to ya man's song
Let's get to goin', it's goin' on before the chance gone
Next stop

Uh' shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Uh', turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Uh', shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Uh' turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Yo, turn with me now
Do my thing, hey swing with me now
Big dawg now, one shot deal
Keep it tight, and this is how we steal

It's that real, it's that new
How we come thru
Mr. Sexy keep hot with us
Let's go get it, tried to come get us

Back, know my style
Got the booties in the back, hey, meanwhile
We just and smokin' and drinkin'
Hey, man, what the is they thinkin'?

Aww, we's high tonite
Well my said, "Let's ride tonite"
We out in Miami, we in New York
Twist the cap, pop the cork

Yeah, shorty, lemme see somethin'
With me and my team, yeah, it's gone be somethin'
I'm talkin' 'bout lights, camera, action
Had a singin' "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"
Yeah, oh, sorry Ms. Jackson
Shorty actin' like she ready for some action

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Lights, Camera, Action - Lyrics - John P. Kelly - Mr. Cheeks

Title: Lights, Camera, Action
Album: John P. Kelly
Artist: Mr. Cheeks
Composer(s): F Wilson, A Poree, L Caston, Terrence Kelly, R Harrell

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Lyric:
I'm talkin' to these
Yeah, okay
Yeah, ooh, ooh, this one's a vivrant thing
LB, G.I. one fam, oh, my, bounce with me now
Big, dawg, hot, I'm talkin', this gone be somethin' now
Mr. Cheeks, who, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Okay, get down now, big dawg now one shot deal

Yea, okay
Now I'm in the spot where I wanna be
Money spent, gettin' bent, chicks in front of me
Just the way I like it, hunnies turnin' somethin'
I got a seat up in the cut and I'm burnin' somethin'

Booties dancin' 'round a and I'm killin' one
Killin' one from the top of the stash and I'm feelin' bun's
Plus I'm do' low at a table, I'm with this chick
With a phat body and the ring up in her navel

Dances around, she struts with the walk
Touches her toes, and she can make her butt talk
Do whatcha gotta do, I ain't mad at 'chu
Know a lot of haters when they seen and as bad as you

You's a real bad girl, a need that
Sippin' on ya Henny, askin' where the weed at?
Lemme put you onto somethin'
You with a big, no frontin'

Uh' shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Uh', turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

I love the way it's goin' down she got the thongs on
She started bouncin' more once she heard the "Thong Song"
Them high heels got them calves lookin' right too
Shorty come live with me for the night true

I'm only tryin to holla, it's only right you holla back
So where you headed lemme follow that
Now word up I got plans for you
It's more than my tongue and my hands'll do

The way you move to the music, it make awanna
Take you up outta here, go somewhere, lose it
And your physique is off the chain
It's gonna be hard gettin' you off the brain

I mean we could take a drive in the X5
The way you boogie on the floor, know that sex slide
You's a dime piece, I'm tryin' to see somethin'
Suck your T's and in your front and lemme squeeze somethin'

Uh' shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Uh', turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

I got a few hours left 'til a jet
And I'm hopin' that it's you that a get
Hear them callin' out ya name, I geuss ya showtime
Get'cha money shorty, lemme see you pole climb

Toes out, back showin' off the tattoo
The dumb a had to snatch you
Lookin' as good as ya smell, pay your own bills
Ask officer, 'cuz your pushin' your own wheels

Yea I'm feelin' you tryin' to see the deal with you
What's goin' on, later on, can I chill with you?
We can do anythin' that you wanna do
You know the way a nigga feel, all I want is you

Get ya dance on
Love the way you make the moves with no pants on
Let's ride! Bounce to ya man's song
Let's get to goin', it's goin' on before the chance gone
Next stop

Uh' shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Uh', turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Uh', shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Uh' turn it around lemme see somethin'
With me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Yo, turn with me now
Do my thing, hey swing with me now
Big dawg now, one shot deal
Keep it tight, and this is how we steal

It's that real, it's that new
How we come thru
Mr. Sexy keep hot with us
Let's go get it, tried to come get us

Back, know my style
Got the booties in the back, hey, meanwhile
We just and smokin' and drinkin'
Hey, man, what the is they thinkin'?

Aww, we's high tonite
Well my said, "Let's ride tonite"
We out in Miami, we in New York
Twist the cap, pop the cork

Yeah, shorty, lemme see somethin'
With me and my team, yeah, it's gone be somethin'
I'm talkin' 'bout lights, camera, action
Had a singin' "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"
Yeah, oh, sorry Ms. Jackson
Shorty actin' like she ready for some action

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King Of The Mountain - Lyrics - Asylum - Kiss

Title: King Of The Mountain
Album: Asylum
Artist: Kiss
Composer(s): Paul Stanley, Bruce Kulick, Desmond Child

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Lyric:
Come on, yeah

I'm gonna climb the mountain
I'm gonna hit the top
I wanna go where nobody's ever been
I'm never gonna stop

I'm gonna reign, I wanna shine
I wanna hit the ground
I'm gonna shoot through the night like a shot gun
I'm gonna get on down, I wanna get on down

I'm the king of the mountain
I'm the king of the mountain

Listen, don't try to save my soul from destruction
I'm never gonna fall
Don't try to give me a piece of the action
I wanna take it all

All the king's horses, all the king's men
We're gettin' crazy again and again
Make up your mind, it's time we get goin'
We're gonna get on down, we're gonna get on down

I'm the king of the mountain
I'm the king of the mountain
I'm the king of the mountain
I'm the king of the mountain

Yeah, now
Yeah, king of the mountain
Say it, king of the mountain
I'm the king of the mountain

I'm the king of the mountain, yeah yeah
I'm the king of the mountain
The winner takes it all
Let's go, yeah, let's go, yeah, let's go

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Sacrifice - Lyrics - The Roots

Title: Sacrifice
Artist: The Roots
Composer(s): Tariq Trotter, Ahmir K Thompson, James Gray, Tarik Collins, Leonard Hubbard

Lyric:
Listen, I got you phobic off of this like arachnids
Drastic, it ain't plastic it's Pro-Blackness
Grown man tactics, no pediatrics
The kind of track that make the comeback miraculous

The catalyst, thought with the knack for splashin'
I'm dashin' I mastered the craft of mashin'
The level-headed through bred, the female's passion
Mag-netic attraction be keepin' them askin'

The crews in the Cadillacs with the Pendergrassin'
Swerve half-naked, won't come near crashin'
But if I go to Heaven, would y'all know my name
Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?

Clap for your freedom dog, that's what's happening
My spit take critical political action
The hustle is a puzzle each piece is a fraction
And every word that's understood is a transaction

I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder
Rep Philly set from Bolivia to Boulder
Paris, France to Tip and Tioga
How we gonna make it through the dark, I show ya

I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to reach something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and

Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly, if you want to be high

Listen, yo kick off your shoes, jump off the jock
I fly higher than them dudes, from off your block
My name Black, the style is unorthodox
It tap chins in your mens till you thought could box

A couple of people wanted thought to stop, but guess what?
My man grab the missile, plug for the gut
Now next time beatty stop being such a glut
I'm precise with it like Faheim with haircuts

We up close on 'em with toast but no crust
It's fructose on 'em they froze and won't bust
Choke on your face you jewels is lack lust
Got to put it to you straight, y'all fools is jacked up

Came close to the utmost but no cigar
Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars
The number one runner with the number one drummer
Grammy award winnin' it's the world's eighth wonder, come on

I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to reach something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and

Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly, if you want to be high

Your first impression might be I'm a asshole
Or say I'm sometimey and give people a hassle
Or try to sun touch and put the heat in the capsule
Dog I'm far deeper than that though, I get in the zone

Recognize I'm a rolling stone
No time to lolly gag or lounge with scaliwags
Give me the disc or I put it where your body at
Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks

With no apology fraud or trick-knowledgy
Just trust, what I see and I say and follow me my way
I read an open booklet inside me
The star of the story that the groove teller got me

Through all the dark times part of the business
The light be contingent on small forensics
My microphone'll make a man a newborn infant
It's true so the crew gon' sense it, I get in the zone

I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to reach something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and

Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly, if you want to be high

I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to reach something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and

Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly, if you want to be high

I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to reach something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice and

Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly, if you want to be high

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In The Name Of Tragedy - Lyrics - Motorhead

Title: In The Name Of Tragedy
Artist: Motorhead
Composer(s): Ian Kilmister, Philip Campbell, Michael Delaoglou

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Lyric:
Were you ever lost, were you ever young
Were you ever safe, little brother?
Do you see the sense of the evidence
Are you still part of the struggle?

Did you bang your head, did you go to bed
Does it still feel pretty funky?
Lay back and dream in the death machine
Pity you still think like a monkey

Bring it up, bring it down ?til you hit the ground
Got a rude attitude, turn the world around
Shall we see, shall we disagree
Sing it all in the name of tragedy

Did you ever lie, ever wonder why
Nobody believed you, honey?
What a pretty smile, drive the people wild
Wonder who ran off with the money

Do you ever change, is it gonna rain
Will it bring you pennies from heaven?
Do you know the score, are you waiting for
Anxious for the new Armageddon?

Live it up, live it down ?til we hit the ground
Cop a rude attitude from the world around
Shall we see, shall we disagree
Sing it all in the name of tragedy

Marbles in your mouth, what's it all about
Do you know the name of the winner?
If I was to go, would you let it show
Life is not a TV dinner

If you dream of me, will you ever see
Do you want a piece of the action?
If I wasn't sure, would you do it more
Help me to achieve an erection?

Get it up, get it down ?til you hit the ground
Cop a rude attitude, turn the world around
Shall we see, shall we disagree
All in the name of tragedy

Sing it loud, sing it out, make the people shout
Get it all, get it on, get it sorted out
Be a seer, be sincere, can you really see
All in the name of tragedy

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Lights, Camera, Action - Lyrics - Various Artists

Title: Lights, Camera, Action
Artist: Various Artists
Composer(s): L Caston, R Harrell, Terrence Kelly, A Poree, F Wilson

Lyric:
Yeah, ok, yeah, ooh, ooh
(This one's a vivrant thing)
LB, G I, one fam, oh, my
(Bounce with me now)
Big, dawg, hot
(I'm talkin, this gone be somethin' now)

Mr. Cheeks, whoo
(I'm talkin' lights, camera, action)
Okay
(Get down now)
Big dawg, now, one shot deal, s***

Yeah, okay, now, I'm in the spot where I wanna be
Money spent, n**** gettin' bent, chicks in front of me
Just the way I like it, hunnies turnin' somethin'
I got a seat up in the cut and I'm burnin' somethin'

Booties dancin' 'round a ** and I'm killin' one
Killin' one from the top of the stash and I'm feelin' buns
Plus I'm do' low at a table, I'm **** with this chick
With a phat body and the ring up in her navel

Dances around, she struts with the "f***" walk
Touches her toes and she can make her butt talk
Do whatcha gotta do, I ain't mad at 'chu
Know a lot of haters when they seen and as bad as you

You's a real bad girl, a n*** need that
Sippin' on ya Henny, askin' where the w*** at
Lemme put you onto somethin'
You f**** with a big ****, no frontin', yeah

Uh, shorty, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
**** with me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Uh, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
**** with me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

I love the way it's goin' down, she got the thongs on
She started bouncin' more, once she heard the "Thong Song"
Them high heels, got them calves lookin' right too
Shorty, come live with me for the night true

S***, I'm only tryin' to holla, it's only right, you holla back
So where you headed, lemme follow that
Now, word up, I got plans for you
It's more than my tongue and my hands'll do

The way you move to the music, it make a n*** wanna
Take you up outta here, go somewhere, lose it
And your physique is off the chain
It's gonna be hard gettin' you off the brain

I mean we could take a drive in the X5
The way you boogie on the floor, know that sex slide
You's a dime piece, I'm tryin' to see somethin'
Suck your t's and in your front and lemme squeeze somethin'

Uh, shorty, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
**** with me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Uh, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
**** with me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

I got a few hours left 'til a n*** jet
And I'm hopin' that it's you that a ***** get
Hear them callin' out ya name, I guess, ya showtime
Get'cha money, shorty, lemme see you pole climb

Toes out, back showin' off the tattoo
**** the dumb ****, a ***** had to snatch you
Lookin' as good as ya smell, pay your own bills
Ask officer, 'cuz your pushin' your own wheels

Yeah, I'm feelin' you tryin' to see the deal with you
What's goin' on, later on, can I chill with you?
We can do anything that you wanna do
You know the way a n**** feel, all I want is you

Get ya dance on
Love the way you make the moves with no pants on
Let's ride
Bounce to ya man's song
Let's get to goin', it's goin' on before the chance gone
Next stop

Uh, shorty, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
**** with me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Uh, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
**** with me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Uh, shorty, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
**** with me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Uh, turn it around, lemme see somethin'
**** with me for real, it's gone be somethin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action
Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Yo, turn with me now
Do my thing, hey, swing with me now
Big dawg, now, one shot deal s****
Keep it tight and this is how we steal s***

It's that real s****, it's that new s****
How we come through s****
Mr. Sexy, keep s**** hot with us
Let's go get it, ***** tryed to come get us

Back, **** know my **** style
Got the booties in the back, hey, meanwhile
We just s**** and smokin' and drinkin'
Hey man, what the **** is they thinkin'

Aww ****, we's high tonite
Well, my n**** said, "Let's ride tonite"
We out in Miami, we in New York
Twist the cap, pop the cork

Yeah, shorty, lemme see somethin'
**** with me and my team, yeah, it's gone be somethin'
I'm talkin' 'bout lights, camera, action
Had a n*** singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson"

Yeah, oh, ha, ha, sorry, Ms. Jackson
Shorty, actin' like she ready for some action, ooh

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Broke Niggaz - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: Broke Niggaz
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Amin Cooley, Jerold Jr Ellis, Eric Carson, Dave Elliot, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas, they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas, they make the best crooks

Let's see how your vest look, see if it fits ya
Picture four hideous hustlas quick to lick the silliest bustas
I played the roll and ready to fold fix bitches in gold is a no-no
Livin' low like de la soul it's the 'O'

And the folks don't understand, yes you can
Rush, shake the van and catch the Ice Cream Man
They know me as the loyal citizen, the boy who visited hot

But on the spot I'm more chillier than Dennis-in finishin' up my zip
Quick to make my grip you fuck around and get licked
By the Luni click so that means bitches can't fade me
Fuck lobster, I'm fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta on aliens

I got work someone told knumskullin rollin'
Four man deep in a stolen jeep wit' heat
Keep the space between niggas and me ever
What? Ballin' outta control? Nah, petty theivin'

Leavin' no evidence or clues bitch you gets a date wit yo moms
But you gets robbed by the luniz fool
If I was a bum I'd be straight to ride out
Fuck a piece of the pie I take the whole cake and sky out

Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller

Knuckle head fool wit that master plan
Yeah, got my glock caulked wit my yay in my hand
Understand, I'm bigger than fourth indo man
That rappin' nigga also known as Mr. Window Man

'Cause when I roll nigga I rolls deep
I be killin' muthafuckas in they sleep
So punk P, the situation is I skipped it
No set trip got the glock caulked

Keepin' the tech on the hip like a pro
Deep up on the slope pick up the pace
Wit no time to waste put my gun to his fuckin' face
Action-packed wit my shit it's the poetry

Kickin' this psycho shit wit my click, so you knows of me
It's goin' down I'm all about my mail
Wit my g's flipped from keys
Equals dope I'm a sale client-tell

Got me on top wit raps a crook
But all you ever get is cum in yo little lungs
So mutha fuckas took they last look
I'm broke, I'm sellin check books
'Cause broke niggas make the best crooks

Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks

Eh Bail, look who that? Who the fuck is that?
You're cocaine, give it to me, now what the fuck?
You, you must be snortin' some shit or something
What the fuck is that?

Let's go turn off all the lights
And make it seem like no ones home
Niggas comin' from the East side
'Bout to hoo ride and get stole

See the whole thang was a plot
'Cause that bitch you got, she gave me the scoop
12 o'clock Lexus coupe fill it up wit hella loot

Since your neighbors are all in my business
You niggas don't need to know who the fuck this is
Juss throw on a ski mask and then I dash this my last visit

And then I'm outtie 350 probably you niggas scared, don't stop me
I'm a pro when it comes to gangsta robberies
The Paraphernalia, The Niggas, The Killas, The Mobb
The Riggas, The Skrilla, The Dealas is doin' they job

Eclipse keeps clips, so don't you make 'em wanna blast nigga
I'd rather jack yo ass nigga than be a broke ass nigga

Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks

Dope fiends in the kitchen smokin' on a pipe
Hustlas on the corner, shootin' dice
All of my folks in jail, raisin' hell
Got bitches on the whole stroll sellin' fruit cocktails

To clock mail fuck pimps ballas shot callas
All of us gots to get our money on
Oakland be's no joke it ain't no muthafuckin' funny bone
Sky out to your honey comb hideout money gone

Pullin' capers on fakes erase your papers like white out
Ain't no tryouts or basketball sports juss a crazy horse
My four-fifth strapped when shootin' craps on the porch
Back and fourth like Cameo I'm always Death Row
Even though I try I can't let go

Like Mariah Carey the four-fiver to blow shit up like Maguire's
Me be steadily Mobbin an robbin' a cab driver
Either be a broke ass, no cash havin your doe on I float on
Break more niggas than Ozone

What really goes on hops the props, I must clock
Hearin' no glock will have that ass holdin' like buckshots
Fuck cops I post on the block slangin' crack-noid
Avoid being broke I'm tradin' places wit Dan Akroyd

Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look
Over your shoulder if you's a high roller
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks
Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks

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Carribean Connection - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Carribean Connection
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Johnny Osbourne, Richard A Frierson, Wyclef Jean, Christopher Rios, Christopher Howard

Lyric:
Warning

Yo, wanna rumble with Pun hah?
Shit on the whole industry
Yo who puff more Owls than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?
Who the only one with over a thousand guns?

Runnin' up in niggaz cribs like I paid the bill
Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth
I lace your grill with the fire starter
Hit your wife with the sawed-off from the shower powers I devour

I'm all about the fundamentals like Pun and pencil
A piece of paper, a decent caper and someone to strafe you
My mental's compatible with the radicals
My odyssey type, qualities allow me to poli' with animals

Niggaz is cannibals and the ghetto's a jungle
Where you either bet all your bundles
Or struggle on the simple and humble
My niggaz'll rumble with any man for a Benny Fran
Try to imagine what they can sacrifice for twenty grand

Niggaz'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces
And pound out we jettin' to the ground uptown
Up in the Boogie Down, bitches swallow the team, pile on the green
Surrounded in green like flowers in Spring

For now I'm a King, so it's more than money, all the honies
Used to call me, Punny 'cause my fam was always hungry
But now we rollin' lovely, and you feel worse, want my money
Let your steel burst, cause I'd rather see you in hell first

Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero
I'm selling perico
Yo, what's the dilly yo?
I'm uptown making moves just like Castro

Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero
I'm selling perico
Yo, what's the dilly yo?
I'm uptown making moves just like Castro

Yo, yo, yo, keep the lights keep the camera all I want is the action
The battle's on, where I roam in composition
A hardcore crowd, waitin' to see, if I break
like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate

It'll never happen, I'm on balance like a Libra
And if I get murdered, 'Don't Cry For Me Argentina'
Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father
In three days, I rise like Christ and still sober

Now my eyes open, in my hands I got the Gatling
I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan
Fists of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry
I turn 'Mr. Rogers Neighborhood' topsy turvy

Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary
This ain't Pictionary, all you see is the cemetery
Bodies, from World War I and II is there
You don't want a third war that's nuclear warfare

So Big Pun, count the stacks, make it fast
Illegal money turns legal now we runnin' a laundromat
Your hunchbacked and wack rap is packed in your backpack
Your better off in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack

Yo, this ain't a diss, Wyclef bomb threat
Run out of the building or get blast in your guess
Tec for tec, or we can go text for text, oh
I forgot, you don't read, so take this hole in your chest, blaow

Hide the blood, give you the gun, run and hide
So when the DT shows up
He thought it was a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide

Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero
I'm selling perico
Yo what's the dilly yo?
I'm uptown making moves just like Castro

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