Above The Law (Duet With Barry Gibb) - Lyrics - Guilty Pleasures - Barbra Streisand

Title: Above The Law (Duet With Barry Gibb)
Album: Guilty Pleasures
Artist: Barbra Streisand
Composer(s): Stephen Gibb, Ashley Gibb, Barry Gibb, Barbra Streisand

Lyric:
This is me talking to you
Tell me what your heart can do?
And take me by surprise
Whatever you see, you'll never be alone with me

I close or open the door
Telling you that less is more
You cannot disguise whatever you do
No one is above the law

In these dark and troubled times
People just surviving, we live a double life

You'd be safe and warm at home
Something else is going on
We don't have to kiss
And say no more about it

And if your eyes are watching me
Baby, life could be so beautiful
And we become invisible
The pleasure is the punishment for the crime

Break away the chains that bind
It's not enough to be satisfied
It's knowing how it all begins
Or knowing where the heart belongs

And we all make mistakes
It's your heart and my heart
And no one can take part
And our love, love above the law

So you decide we go insane
I know what you came here for
Whether you're mine, I'll never be sure
We'll ever be above the law

On this dark and stormy night
Where these walls may hide us
(The walls may hide us)
You sigh and let me in

You let me hold you in these arms of mine
(One flame inside)
Tomorrow is eternity
(Temtation eyes)
And we may get to kiss and say no more about it
(No tears to cry)

And if my eyes are watching you
Baby, life could be so beautiful
(So beautiful)
And everything is possible
(Everything is possible)
And we become invisible
(We become invisible)

It's your heart and my heart
And no one can take part
I'll always be with you
It's what I'm living for

The end of my rainbow
Is outside your window
And our love is one love
Love above the law
(Love above the law)

It's your heart and my heart
And no one can take part
I'll always be with you
It's what I'm living for
(It's what I'm living for)

The end of my rainbow
Is outside your window
[Incomprehensible]

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Noise - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Noise
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Dad's stuck in the factory, machines are banging all around
Momma's in the kitchen, she got the radio on all the time
My little sister's screaming and stamping on the ground
And the radio keeps pumping out the same old boring sound

All I hear is noise
Can't get away from the noise
Can you hear me above the noise?
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?

Can you hear the noise?
(Noise)
Can't get away from the noise
(Noise)
Can you hear me above the noise?
(Noise)
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?

Banging in my ears, in every direction
Listen to the roar, hear that city [unverified], poundin', poundin'
There oughta be a law, hey buddy, turn that radio down
Sometimes, I get used to it and I forget that it's around

But all I hear is noise
(Noise)
Can't get away from noise
(Noise)
Can you hear me above the noise?
(Noise)

All of this confusion
Is ruining my day
Let the noise be like the sunset
And slowly fade away, fading, fade

Girl, I want to build a better world for me and you
I wanna pull out all the plugs, before I finally blow my fuse
Wish all the confusion would slowly fade away
I'd tell you that I love you but you don't hear what I way

All you hear is noise
(Noise)
Can't get away from noise
(Noise)
Can you hear me above the noise?
(Noise)
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?

Noise in the street, they're digging up the pavement
Noise in the air, those traffic jams are everywhere
Noise on noise, to cover up the noise
The pressure's building up because there's no way to avoid

All the noise
(Noise)
Can't get away from noise
(Noise)
Can you hear me above the noise?
(Noise)

All of this confusion
Is ruining my day
Let the noise be like the sunset
And slowly fade away, fading, fading

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And A God Descended - Lyrics - Dar Williams

Title: And A God Descended
Artist: Dar Williams
Composer(s): Dar Williams

Lyric:
Step through his trampled wall, the unhinged door betrays it all
That far within our faith we were all waiting
The broken glass reflects the haze, it shines like endless holy days
Struggling to remember what they're celebrating

Well a God descended, and the real time ended
His light was lifted just above the law, and now we have to live
With what we did, with what we saw

Well you mend your clothes and patch your roof and slivers of God's
Shattered truth grow tender as the grass in clean swept yards
But a Savior came and told us how the truth was all around us now
Abandon house and field and gather up the stards

Well a God descended, and the real time ended
His light was lifted just above the law, and now we have to live
With what we did with what we saw

You build your faith with strength and duty
Build your love, but there's a beauty
Well you know the scriptures tell, there are a few shards left in hell
And if we wanted God we had to follow, follow him down, him down

There were pictures torn out of their frames and orgies
Where we lost our names, ending all with time's real desire
Well you ask how God can curse you thus
That's not a question asked by us
We burnt our books and beds, we fear we've lost the fire

And a God descended and the real time ended
His light was lifted just above the law, and now we have to live
With what I did with what we saw

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The Emerald Law - Lyrics - Probot

Title: The Emerald Law
Artist: Probot
Composer(s): Dave Grohl, Scott Weinrich

Lyric:
I do not die, but awaken from the dream I lived
Well, as above, so below, be revealed, the truth be known
Questions, pieces strewn, shrouded answers hewn
With love so grow, beneath his paws, the tablets glow

Behold, the falcon, surveys the horizon
Great scribe let us see, your runes of mystery
Serpent, shares your name, the keeper of emerald name
Prevail the law of three, the Goddess guides humanity

He weighs, your heart, a life pure a life false
And they learn the sword, deceived by false words
And their greed and their lies, 'cause them to be blind
Well, and so become, prevail the law of one

And so become, the falcon
And so become, the falcon

And now the souls they swing
Swirl in the cosmic ring
Creations spark it has no time
Rejoin the realm of divine

Enthroned true one, he sails into the sun
Falcon at the helm, glides through the nether realm
Be shown unseal, the laws have been concealed
Earthly majesty, tables of destiny

Bloodline, blood trail, the truth becomes the grail
So far, so near, cloaked in the mists of fear
Above, below, what's hidden will be shown
Divine majesty, true scrolls of destiny

What's concealed will be revealed
Those you see will be received
The law of three, humanity
The law of one, into the sun

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Call It What U Want - Lyrics - Above The Law

Title: Call It What U Want
Artist: Above The Law
Composer(s): Ron Brooks, George Clinton, William Earl Collins, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Kevin Gulley, Dwayne Mcknight, Peter Bishop, Arthur Goodman, Gregory F Hutchison, Bernard G Worrell

Lyric:
You've now entered the quest to the black triangle
Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, ha ha ha
Yes, it has many meanings but no matter how you define it
It still comes out black, see it's just a hair trim
So you can call it what you want

Now I clown around, when I hang around, with the Underground
But when I'm with the Mafia we droppin' ya
And if you're a hoe then I'll be knockin' ya, baby, why not
You shouldn't jock me 'cause I'm popular

The group with the glock, I love to pop the gun
Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia
2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk
I'm bumpin' G-Funk, but you can call it what you want

How many times, I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me
Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're nothin' for me
(See ya)
That's why I love to go on tour G

Scores of whores behind the door, a nigga's naughty
Now, I'm sippin' on a forty
So you can call it what you want just pass
The blunt and kick it Money

Well, I am the danger, the danger, similar to a killer
I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y'all chillin'
In Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapper
Capped his ass faster
Than a half of pound of crepes'll go on Mother's Day

First and fifteenth, another way of sayin' it
I got new clips so trip but it's okay to get your crew
'Cause ooh, I'll send your team to the showers
They true and do and rippin' and got the Wonder Twin powers

I devour much venom, lunch breaks I shit em, I just stink
Whaddya think, this is a threat? Just forget about it
Come back, you're done black, see Cutty was the stopper
But you'll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopper

Sting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger, I blow you to bits
And I be gettin' a kick out of grabbin' the mic and flingin'
Lyrics with the maximum security
I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican, so won't you let a

Yankee doodle doo, what he hasta, raise my hand and cast a
Hellafied spell you can't tell you better ask a
Weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"
'Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades

Now, clear the smoke and grab a fool by his throat
And don't let him go 'til he holla, holla, billygoat
Now Money Money Money B, once said to me
"187, why you wanna be a G?", well

I like to clock big G's, and hang out all night
And never worry bout a bitch, 'cause she can't tell me shit
Plus, money money is a pimp thang
(What?)
'Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin' the same

So don't ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa
'Cause when I'm bustin' on a punk, I could never be a customer
Now peep this, 'cause when I'm goin' deep
The only customers gettin' served in the house is the pussy, I freak
They wanna pop that ying-yang

I tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me kick game"
(Y' know)
'Cause hoes always be sayin', they got it goin' on but if they wanna
Get with a nigga like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not
The no mack nigga, from the planet called, Silk

I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps
Yo, come take a sip
Of the psycho mega pimpsome hoesta must be a-playa
Now hold up, wait a second
Nah, I fucked you bitches on the last record, yo
It's like I'm high on a raggamuffin' spliff

Me the dope sound what a man, the myth
(Come)
Mon they wanna see me fade shit, like I did last year
So I post on em, then I coast on em

No, I never never never had a murder rap
And if you snitch you say
I did it you're bound to get your neck snapped
So there it is, and how it's gonna be
So I pass the joint, to my man KMG

Well you can call it what you want but if you don't
I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut
Ah, say what you want, I'm workin' for a cha-ohh
Well alright, you little silly ass hoe

Now when you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped
(Get tramped)
Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp
And see which playa, is up for the downstroke
('Cause you skeez-in, 'cause you broke)

So toast them hoes like I said before
I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm lookin' for more
'Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin' my house
Like, bam and I'm like, damn

Now my niggaz done labeled me
The dangerous neighborhood nastyman 'cause they know I can
When you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes
I'll be out by your garage, awaitin' behind the bushes
Drinkin' coffee, smoove waitin' to talk see
Like a true hoe gigolo should be

See I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers
Especially when it comes to the bitches and they moneymakers
A simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I don't
So ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you, want

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Boomerang - Lyrics - Capital Punishment - Big Punisher

Title: Boomerang
Album: Capital Punishment
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): V Padilla, Joseph Cartagena, C Rios

Lyric:
Niggaz is flossin? a lot, time to start extortin? the plot
Just a portion of prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht
Somethin? for the cops to keep ?em blind, so we can crime
With piece of mind, turn the key and shine without bein? down
Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado
You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago

Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon
We're buyin? out the bar, with Don Juan
And every woman's Shawn Dawning
Long donging ?em down like Shawn Michael does
And I'm like a pyscho
Fuckin?, suckin? the butt like liposuction
Up and down with the tongue twister, c'mon on sister
Big Pun's used to cock and squeeze like a gun tester

Crushin? sister's backs with the demon snap, hit you from the back
Close your eyes relax, let me feed the cat
Livin? fat, true mack, niggaz was catchin? feelings
Dealing with a smaller deck, it just wasn't as mass appealing
I started feeling funny, niggaz comin? short with money
I called my son, he told me chill he'd be over with twenty
Punny what's the deal, niggaz wanna kill me
He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seein? me Willie silly

Had more to claim, niggaz throwin? shit in the game
Gave my wife some pictures with me and bitches runnin? the train
It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin?
Lock the clip in started liftin? niggaz off the ground like a magician
I skipped town, be back around when things quiet down
I lost the war for now but it'll take more to hold me down
"Top of the world ma, ha ha, top of the world"

Yo, this is the bad time, boomerang, bring it all back
Flashback, livin? prosper', eat well and get fat
I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses
I miss the E-Classes, [unverified] riding game with def glasses
Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis
Boomerang, plan to come back like Bronx rap
Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path
First you shine like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin

Now should I slit my wrists, go for it all or call it quits
Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter shit
Wish I could slip back, and switch the memories
Lift the felonies from my record I respected my enemies
Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck ?em all
I'm coming for the rich thieving ?em even if I wasn't poor
I seen it all like I said before

The streets are for men at war and the beasts are the predators
I shed it all first [unverified] and beat a prob every source?
Of course, I bury any adversary tryin? to floss
Just because, the reason I leave ?em lost in the sauce
Teein? off like we up North just for bein? soft
A beaten horse like a slave getting? minimum wage

Fillin? the gauge, front page, these are the last days
Cash pays, and rules, the root of all evil
Shootin? amigos for lootin? perrico pollutin? our people
Movin? kilos like it's all good, through every ghetto
I ain't judgin? but buggin? how we floss so many levels

The devil's got us by the balls, that's why the law allows
The drugs to overflood, knowin? we gonna buy it all
It's time to call a world order where every girl's your daughter
And priceless as ices and pearls fresh out the water
I'm gonna get mine, either from crime, or through the bible
Whichever way, you better pay, I'm feelin? suicidal

Yo, this is the bad time, boomerang, bring it all back
Flashback, livin? prosper', eat well and get fat
I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses
I miss the E-Classes, [unverified] riding game with def glasses
Rock bottom struck and threw my world off it's axis
Boomerang, plan to come back like Bronx rap
Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path
First you shine like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin

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Looking Through The Eye Of A Pig - Lyrics - Live At The Fillmore (Live) - Cypress Hill

Title: Looking Through The Eye Of A Pig
Album: Live At The Fillmore (Live)
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud

Lyric:
I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye
Hug my kids, tell 'em I love 'em, my mouth, hit the fried
I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay
Where you never know, if you'll be makin' it home today

So many different attitudes, that I come across
I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost
Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets
Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat

Bound gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it
Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated
Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie
Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why

Don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge
To merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain
What a fuckin' shame, I don't wanna live, I paint the wall
With the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all
The eye of the pig

I've been on the force, over twenty years, I can say
That I'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers I put away
I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law
Looking through the eye of the pig, I see it all

Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang bangin'
Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin'
These days you can't tell who's who in the world
Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl?

Fuck, I need a drink, and I'm almost off
At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all gone wrong
I.A. got an eye, on my close friend guy
For takin' a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy

That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other
We went through the academy, just like frat brothers
Midnight, I only have an hour left on my shift
Think I'll get my dick sucked by this bass head bitch

My marriage is all fucked, my wife is with the neighbors
Subpoenaed, now I gotta sign these fuckin' divorce papers
I recall, happier times, before the fall
Look into the eye of the pig, I see it all

Now I'm on my way, back to the station to check out
So I can go home, relax, take a drink and think about
My abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt
Look into the eye of the pig, I'm all fucked

No longer can I determine, who's the criminal
From the innocent man down, to the pedophile
No one gives a fuck about me, I'm slippin'
Into darkness, I'm comin' to grips and feelin' heartless

Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows
Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside
"Pull it over to the curb, take your keys out"
And raise your hands out the window and get em in high position

Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your fuckin' head off
Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off
Don't give me that bullshit, I've heard about your raps
All you talkin' about is slangin' and shootin' off the scraps

Ok, Mr. Freeload, get the fuck out of the truck
I love it how all you fuckin' rappers think it's so funny
Hit the fuckin' floor, I need no probable cause
You got a big sack of coke in your truck
So take a pause you find it funny?
Get that smile off your face motherfucker take this

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The Road Goes On Forever - Lyrics - Robert Earl Keen

Title: The Road Goes On Forever
Artist: Robert Earl Keen
Composer(s): Robert Earl (Jr) Keen

Lyric:
Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around
Down Main Street after midnight with a brand new pack of ciggs
A fresh one hangin' from her lips and a beer between her legs
She'd ride down to the river and meet with all her friends
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

Sonny was a loner, he was older than the rest
He was going into the navy but he couldn't pass the test
So he hung around town, he sold a little pot
The law caught wind of Sonny and one day he got caught
But he is back in business when they set him free again
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

Sonny's playin' 8-ball at the joint where Sherry works
When some drunken outta towner put his hand up Sherry's skirt
Sonny took his pool cue laid the drunk out on the floor
Stuffed a dollar in her tip jar and walked on out the door
She's runnin' right behind him reachin' for his hand
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

They jumped into his pickup Sonny jammed her down in gear
Sonny looked at Sherry and said let's get on outta here
The stars were high above them and the moon was in the East
The sun was settin' on them when they reached Miami Beach
They got a motel by the water and a quart of Bombay gin
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

They soon ran out of money but Sonny knew a man
Who knew some Cuban refugees that dealt in contraband
Sonny met the Cubans in a house just off the route
With a briefcase full of money and a pistol in his boot
The cards were on the table when the law came bustin' in
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

The Cubans grabbed the goodies and Sonny grabbed the Jack
He broke a bathroom window and climbed on out the back
Sherry drove the pickup through the alley on the side
Where a lawman tackled Sonny and was reading him his rights
She stepped into the alley with a single shot 410
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

They left the lawman lyin' and they made their getaway
They got back to the motel just before the break of day
Sonny gave her all the money and he blew her a little kiss
If they ask you how this happened say I forced you into this
She watched him as his taillights disappeared around the bend
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

It's Main Street after midnight like it was before
21 months later at the local grocery store
Sherry buys a paper and a cold 6-pack of beer
The headlines read that Sonny is goin' to the chair
She pulls back onto Main Street in her new Mercedes Benz
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

The road goes on forever
The road goes on forever

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Clash Of The Titans - Lyrics - Cypress Hill IV - Cypress Hill

Title: Clash Of The Titans
Album: Cypress Hill IV
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud

Lyric:
Make certain that no stone stands
That no creature crawls
I command you to let loose the last of the titans
It's time to strike

Let the rain pour down from God above
With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood
Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein
With wind at our backs, ready for any attacks

Sound the horns, prepare for war, begin the storm
The flaming arrows hitting your body, keeping you warm
With the uniform of my sworn enemies
You raped and pillaged my city and spread disease

Feel the sword of the warrior's wrath, the path you take
Can lead to the math that the masters break
The clash of the titans, are you frightened of loss?

Fighting with the cause to free, you and yours and God's law
Look in the stars, aligned with sign and Mars
Destruction, what's your function, you roll with God

Attention
Attention

The soul of the master's elements, disaster
Breaking ya faster, transmitting the broadcaster
The blade swings, slashing your throat
The vision's on the mission, seeking the note
Dropping the bomb, by remote

Load up the cavalries, no salaries, the keys
The life's memories, strife bringing the thieves
Cut the heads off, hide in the loft, don't even cough
Or breath, pay the cost, moving your life's lost

Let the spirit reunite, with your weapon, you wanna fight
Hear the sound of the warriors stepping into the night
The eye in the sky, looking to punish ya, never hide
No cover to shelter your life, the souls begin to rise
And to clash

Attention
Attention

God's enemies, fall in upon, the knees crawling
Beheading the dead souls, who run away from their calling
Behold, the white horse, remorse, never the case
Every corner of the world, the battle is taking place

Let the war drum set the pace, you face fire
Resume, from the Temple of Boom and seek higher thought
Maybe you live, or maybe not, the blade's hot
Many renegades ready for battle, die on the spot

With one shot, one whole city becomes rocked
The clash rages on, people remain calm
Good, bad, all in the balance, you going mad
You can never tell, heaven or hell, the bloodshed

And it's all around, you can't run, sit in the cell
When the war's over, the light will shine, covering the spell
Celebrate now, put the blades to rest
No wickedness, only the blessed will hold down

Attention
You creating hysteria
Attention
Attention

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Man'S World - Lyrics - Nature

Title: Man'S World
Artist: Nature
Composer(s): James Brown, J Baster, J C Olivier, S Barnes, Betty Newsome

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Lyric:
Nigga, this is a man's world

Lies and rumors, money and hoes
It?s the world that I'm attached to, the world that I know
Influential, never stable in the mental
But clever, spittin' that same shit niggas is into

I'll bleed for the craft if I have to, think rational
Lovin' money and weed, pussy and fast food
Tatoo a dead man's name on my arm
I'm a thug in the street that?s still afraid of his moms

Everyday I watch a player get robbed, player get popped
Tryna drink the pain away and pray that it stop
In the mornin' head straight to the spot, the juice bar
Niggas tried all that other shit and what's the use God?

For the paper, nature takes it too far, perfectionist
Rep the bridge, where everything's foul except the kids
We get it on and contradict livin' long
Though the clock'll still tic when you gone

Now, if you a man, be a man
(You need a plan)
If you fall
(I'ma put you on your feet again)
When you call
(I'ma show you how to eat again)
Been through it all
(I'll show you how to be a friend)

Now, when you in charge be in charge
(You need a squad)
If you bored
(I'ma show you how to be involved)
I give 'em more
(Niggas know they can't see the God)
I can't believe it God
(I gotta eat or starve)

Keep the livest image, high percentage, four in the mornin'
Niggas blitzin' on corners like the line of scrimmage
Convicts turnin' confident
Enter the phase of niggas and they feminine ways

Love my Timberlands, cinnamon suede
Bottles mo proof for all the problems that a nigga go through
It's forever real 'cause some scars could never heal
I'd rather throw the cards in and pray I get a better deal

Guns excite me, keep atleast a hundred wifeys
My duns up in the pens y'all need to write me
Street cadets, alias names and re-arrests
It doesn't take much to know that wrieffer helps relieve the stress

We make moves or get caught for the loot, wild niggas on the block
Look for more to recruit, gettin' chips from an alternate route
But the same breed, it's been twenty-some years now
I'm still lookin' for the same dream

Now, if you a man, be a man
(You need a plan)
If you fall
(I'ma put you on your feet again)
When you call
(I'ma show you how to eat again)
Been through it all
(I'll show you how to be a friend)

Now, when you in charge be in charge
(You need a squad)
If you bored
(I'ma show you how to be involved)
I give 'em more
(Niggas know they can't see the God)
I can't believe it God
(I gotta eat or starve)

In my world police recognize names
Know us niggas by the walk or by the size of their chain
You know the motto, 'We live for the day, like no tomorrow'
We only makin' time for the hoes that swallow

Fuck a role model, I need therapy
Seven nights out the week, jump out my sleep breathin' heavily
Keep my head up, only the strong survive
Livin' in a man's world still belongs to a tribe

Took the family along for a ride, watch 'em eat
Now, I'm movin' with the same cats that'll rock me to sleep
Never close your eyes, learn to roll with the wise
'Cause some niggas'll talk shit and play close to the sides

While I call the shots and stay supportin' the block
We livin' above the law until all of it stops
I still open doors, a thug nigga overall
And if you ain't know then black man go for yours

Now, if you a man be a man
(You need a plan)
If you fall
(I'ma put you on your feet again)
When you call
(I'ma show you how to eat again)
Been through it all
(I'll show you how to be a friend)

Now, when you in charge be in charge
(You need a squad)
If you bored
(I'ma show you how to be involved)
I give 'em more
(Niggas know they can't see the God)
I can't believe it God
(I gotta eat or starve)

Nigga, this is a man's world
Nigga, this is a man's world
Nigga, this is a man's world
Nigga, this is a man's world

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Union Sundown - Lyrics - Infidels - Bob Dylan

Title: Union Sundown
Album: Infidels
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore
My flashlights from Taiwan
My tablecloths from Malaysia
My belt buckles from the Amazon

You know, this shirt I wear comes from the Philippines
And the car I drive is a Chevrolet
It was put together down in Argentina
By a guy makin' thirty cents a day

Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the U.S.A
Sure was a good idea
Till greed got in the way

Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong
And the pearls are from Japan
Well, the dog collars from India
And the flower pots from Pakistan

All the furniture, it says "Made in Brazil"
Where a woman, she slaved for sure
Bringin' home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve
You know, that's a lot of money to her

Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the U.S.A
Sure was a good idea
Till greed got in the way

Well, you know, lots of people complainin' that there is no work
I say, Why you say that for
When nothin' you got is U.S.-made?
They don't make nothin' here no more

You know, capitalism is above the law
It say, "It don't count less it sells."
When it costs too much to build it at home
You just build it cheaper someplace else

Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the U.S.A
Sure was a good idea
Till greed got in the way

Well, the job that you used to have
They gave it to somebody down in El Salvador
The unions are big business, friend
And they're goin' out like a dinosaur

They used to grow food in Kansas
Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw
I can see the day coming when even your home garden
Is gonna be against the law

Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the U.S.A
Sure was a good idea
Till greed got in the way

Democracy don't rule the world
You'd better get that in your head
This world is ruled by violence
But I guess that's better left unsaid

From Broadway to the milky way
That's a lot of territory indeed
And a man's gonna do what he has to do
When he's got a hungry mouth to feed

Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the U.S.A
Sure was a good idea
Till greed got in the way

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Words Of Wisdom - Lyrics - 2Pacalypse Now - 2pac

Title: Words Of Wisdom
Album: 2Pacalypse Now
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): H Hancock, G Jacobs, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Killing us one by one in one way or another
American will find a way to eliminate the problem one by one
The problem is the troubles in the black youth of the ghettos
And one by one we are being wiped off the face of this earth
At an extremely alarming rate
And even more alarming is the fact that we are not fighting back

Brothers, sistas, niggas
When I say niggas it is not the nigga we are grown to fear
It is not the nigga we say as if it has no meaning
But to me it means, never ignorant, getting goals, accomplishes, nigga
Niggas what are we going to do, walk blind into a line or fight
Fight and die if we must like niggas

This is for the masses the lower classes
The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin'
But we were kept out, made to feel inferior, but we're the superior
Break the chains in out brains that made us fear, yah
Pledge a legiance to a flag that neglects us
Honor a man that who refuses to respect us
Emancipation, proclamation, please
Nigga just said that to save the nation

These are lies that we all accepted
Say no to drugs but the governments keep it
Running through our community, killing the unity
The war on drugs is a war on you and me
And yet they say this is the home of the free
But if you ask me it's all about hypocracy
The constitution, yo, it don't apply to me

Lady Liberty still the bitch lied to me
Steady strong, nobody's gonna like what I pumpin'
But it's wrong to keeping someone from learning something
So get up, it's time to start nation building
I'm fed up, we gotta start teaching children
That they can be all that they wanna to be
There's much more to life than just poverty

This is defiantly, ahh, words of wisdom
America, America, America
I charge you with the crime of rape, murder, and assault
For suppressing and punishing my people
I charge you with robbery for robbing me of my history
I charge you with false imprisonment for keeping me
Trapped in the projects and the jury finds you guilty on all accounts
And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes
Prosecutor, do you have any more evidence?

Words of wisdom
They shine upon the strength of an nation
Conquer the enemy on with education
Protect thy self, reach with what you wanna do
Know thy self, teach what we been through
On with the knowledge of the place, then
No one will ever oppress this race again
No Malcolm X in my history text, why is that?

'Cuss he tried to educate and liberate all blacks
Why is Martin Luther King in my book each week?
He told blacks, if they get smacked, turn the other cheek
I don't get it, so many questions went through my mind
I get sweated, they act as if asking questions is a crime
But forget it, one day I'm gonna prove them wrong
Now every brother had to smother on the welfare line
The American dream, though it seems it attainable

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe 'cuz it will strangle, yah
Pulling the life of your brain, I can't explain
Beg as you can obtain from which you came
Swear that your mother is living in equality
Forgetting your brother that's living her apology
Thought they had us beat when they took our kids
But the battle ain't over till the black man sings words of wisdom
But the battle ain't over till the black man sings words of wisdom

Nightmare, that's what I am, America's nightmare
I am what you made me, the hate and evil that you gave me
I shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people
For four hundred plus years
You should be scared, you should be running
You should be trying to silence me, ha ha
But you cannot escape fate, well, it is my turn to come
Just as you rose you shall fall by my hands

America, you reap what you sow
2pacalypse America's nightmare
Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob America's nightmare
Above the Law America's nightmare, Paris America's nightmare
Public Enemy America's nightmare, Krs-One America's nightmare
Mutulu Shakur America's nightmare
Geronimo Pratt America's nightmare
Assada Shakur America's nightmare

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Young Black Male - Lyrics - 2Pacalypse Now - 2pac

Title: Young Black Male
Album: 2Pacalypse Now
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Sylvester Allen, Harold Brown, George Jr Clinton, Morris D Dickerson, Deon Evans, Lonnie Jordan, Charles William Miller, Lee Oskar, Howard E Scott, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Killing us one by one in one way or another
American will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one, the problem is the troubles
In the black youth of the ghettos
And one by one we are being
Wiped off the face of this earth
At an extremely alarming rate

And even more alarming is the fact
That we are not fighting back
Brothers, sistas, niggas
When I say niggas it is not the nigga
We are grown to fear
It is not the nigga we say
As if it has no meaning

But to me it means
Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplishes, nigga
Niggas, what are we going to do?
Walk blind into a line or fight
Fight and die if we must like niggas

This is for the masses, the lower classes
The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin'
But we were kept out
Made to feel inferior but we're the superior
Break the chains in our brains that made us fear, yah

Pledge a allegiance to a flag that neglects us
Honor a man that who refuses to respect us
Emancipation, proclamation, please
Nigga just said that to save the nation
These are lies that we all accepted

Say no to drugs but the governments keep it
Running through our community, killing the unity
The war on drugs is a war on you and me
And yet they say this is the home of the free
But if you ask me it's all about hypocrisy
The constitution, yo, it don't apply to me
Lady Liberty, still the bitch lied to me

Steady strong nobody's gonna like what I pumpin'
But it's wrong to keeping someone from learning something
So get up, it's time to start nation building
I'm fed up, we gotta start teaching children
That they can be all that they wanna to be
There's much more to life than just poverty

This is defiantly, ahh, words of wisdom
Amerika, Amerika, Amerika
I charge you with the crime of rape, murder and assault
For suppressing and punishing my people

I charge you with robbery for robbing me of my history
I charge you with false imprisonment for keeping me
Trapped in the projects
And the jury finds you guilty on all accounts
And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes
Prosecutor, do you have any more evidence?

Words of wisdom
They shine upon the strength of an nation
Conquer the enemy on with education
Protect thy self, reach with what you wanna do
Know thy self, teach what we been through

On with the knowledge of the place
Then no one will ever oppress this race again
No Malcolm X in my history text
Why is that?
'Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Why is Martin Luther King in my book each week?
He told blacks, if they get smacked, turn the other cheek
I don't get it, so many questions went through my mind
I get sweated, they act as if asking questions is a crime
But forget it, one day I'm gonna prove them wrong
Now every brother had to smother on the welfare line

The American dream, though it seems it's attainable
They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe
'Cause it will strangle yah
Pulling the life of your brain, I can't explain
Beg as you can obtain from which you came

Swear that your mother is living in equality
Forgetting your brother that's living her apology
Thought they had us beat when they took our kids
But the battle ain't over till the black man sings
Words of wisdom
But the battle ain't over till the black man sings
Words of wisdom

Nightmare, that's what I am, America's nightmare
I am what you made me, the hate and evil that you gave me
I shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people
For four hundred plus years
You should be scared, you should be running
You should be trying to silence me, ha ha

But you cannot escape fate
Well, it is my turn to come
Just as you rose, you shall fall by my hands
Amerika, you reap what you sow

2pacalypse America's nightmare
Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob, America's nightmare
Above the Law, America's nightmare
Paris, America's nightmare
Public Enemy, America's nightmare
Krs-One, America's nightmare
Mutulu Shakur, America's nightmare
Geronimo Pratt, America's nightmare
Assada Shakur, America's nightmare

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S.U.C. - Lyrics - Big Moe

Title: S.U.C.
Artist: Big Moe
Composer(s): Alex Johnson, Ralph Mac Donald, Aswad W Sampson, William Salter, Kenneth Moore, Derrick Haynes, William Withers

Lyric:
Oh, oh, yeah, pull me down, yeah, yeah
I can pull that [Incomprehensible], yeah, yeah

Screwed up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to feel that player M O E
Rolling with the Noke, rolling with the Noke D
Get up out the way, for the H A W Ka

Screwed up, what, chest be looking booed up
With the chemistry it's brewed up, tracks get chewed up
Brighten the mood up, when I'm spitting this all
Above the law, coldest nigga you ever saw

Stay there, outlaw hand me up the state
I infiltrate your chest stain and increase the death rate
Don't hate, my, it only makes us madder
Pockets get fatter, then a only makes them say matter

Squash all the chatter in the southern region
I pledge of alleigence to my niggas not breathing
We all still breathing screaming S.U.C.
And that's all for Mafios, and P A T

Niggas can't see me 'cause I'm rougher than most
You boys are like bread not butter and toast
They can't even come close, they done already told ya
Like the H A W K and a screwed up soldier

Screwed up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to feel that player M O E
Rolling with my click, it's the S.U.C.
And they call me, the Barre Baby

See when we floss our candy rides
Screens keep falling from the sky
Players ball and we stay true

And if you want to test my click
I pop problems what you get
S.U.C. and we god damn fools

We got that purple sticky dank
Chased with purple sticky drank
And forever we gone bang screw

Oh, it's the Screw in us
We gone represent with pride
It's the Screw in us till we die

Screwed up click, my click of G's
Ahh, you got to feel that player M O E
Rolling with the Po, rolling with the Pokey
Can't forget about, the Lil' Keke, yeah

Devistating and motivating it's the S.U.C.
Showing and blowing up since the year 93'
Everybody be claiming the click, they want to be down
Wait to trip, on a flip through H-Town

Let's take it back, 'cause you know we love that
Poppi in the gray lay with the fifth on the back of the lac
You know we ride chrome everyday
Having the ghetto dreams like my nigga P A

I say, we crossed inside and forever we glide
And one thing's for sure man southside's riding
Let's get this cheddar, you got your wood and your leather
Sitting tall on boys pushing dubs or better

This a click full of G's, so we do it with these
Keep the block on pop and the ice on freeze
Mo yo, and Keke for real it don't stop
S.U.C. took a mission on down to Wreckshop, come on

Screwed up click, gone keep it true
R.I.P. to, that DJ Screw
We gonna mourn you till we join you
And I want to say to you, without you fool

I miss my doll, man, miss my doll
We gonna sing all it out for you, baby
And it will always be there to help
[Incomprehensible]

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Z - Reservoir Dogs - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - Reservoir Dogs
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): D Styles, S Jacob, E Sermon, J Philips, Shawn Carter, Isaac Hayes, Dwayne Grant, Todd Eric Gaither

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Lyric:
Fuck, shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, Lox, takin' the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and banned from T.V. your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin' for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid
And walk the streets up in the wild like I don't fuckin' care
If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children

When I ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin', while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-ray
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin' shots of Louie 'til I fall
Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like testricles

Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin'
Heat from the noggin', keep on sparkin'
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin'
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin'
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin' your pops
You feelin' the Lox, nigga why you grillin' the Lox
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog, but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it

Lot of cats still tryin' to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin' up, or headline
Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines
Six months in the county or fed time
I'm a be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime

Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L O X
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered
I told you the pain was comin'
You wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to Hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin' off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin' your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin' to lose
Somethin' to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off

Ain't nuttin' for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin' nigga who pull quick, still packin'
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin' 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin' backwards, just for practice

Ride or die nigga, hoppin' in your casket
'Bout to go to Hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin', let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at 12 o'clock
I'm half past 7, bust 6 then 11
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay, what the fuck, spendin' Mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us 'cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six range
Shit main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped Big Caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain to the brain

Motherfuckers is noddin' and throwin' up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money 'til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses?
We don't stop at the tolls we got E Z passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I B on the elastic

Shit, bitch! What the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint

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Z - Resevoir Dogs - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Resevoir Dogs
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): D Styles, S Jacob, E Sermon, J Philips, Shawn Carter, Isaac Hayes, Dwayne Grant, Todd Eric Gaither

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Lyric:
Fuck, shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX
Takin' the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy

Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid
And walk the streets up in [Incomprehensible] like I don't fuckin' care

If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
When I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores

Jet-skin, while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall

Takin' shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now

My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats

You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim? Y'all niggaz nuts, like testicles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin'

Heat from the noggin', keep on sparkin'
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin'
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin'

Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin' your pops
You feelin' The Lox, nigga why you grillin' The Lox
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot

You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper

I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryin' to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce

They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin' up or headline
Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines

Six months in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was comin', you wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin' off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die

What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin' your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin' to lose
Somethin' to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wet niggaz and kill 'em on my day off

Ain't nuttin' for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews

Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin' nigga who pull quick, still packin'
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop

I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin' 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin' backwards, just for practice

Ride or die nigga, hoppin' in your casket
'Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin' let 'em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock

My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I Ruff Ryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella, spendin' mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us 'cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna

Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six Range, shit main, switch lanes

Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin' and throwin' up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man

He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses?

We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the elastic

Shit, beyotch, what the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint

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