Ain'T That A Shame(Live) - Lyrics - Cheap Trick

Title: Ain'T That A Shame(Live)
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Dave Bartholomew, Antoine Domino

Lyric:
You made me cry when you said good-bye
Ain't that a shame my tears fall like rain
Ain't that a shame you're the one to blame

You broke my heart, now we're apart
Ain't that a shame my tears fall like rain
Ain't that a shame you're the one to blame

Yes you are

Farewell, good-bye, although I'll cry
Ain't that a shame my tears fall like rain
Ain't that a shame you're the one to blame

You made me cry when you said good-bye
Ain't that a shame my tears fall like rain
Ain't that a shame you're the one to blame

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Machine Gun Man - Lyrics - Zakk Wylde

Title: Machine Gun Man
Artist: Zakk Wylde
Composer(s): Zakk Wylde

Lyric:
Tell me, what a young man, Mama, what's he got to live for?
Tossed in the shuffle of everyday war
Searchin' for some trouble, which I'm sure he will find
Spend your whole life fightin' son, meet your dyin' time

It's a shame, it's a shame
The trigger be his only friend
It's a shame, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
But it ain't never gonna end, that's right

He's a pocketful of hate that don't give a damn
What fate awaits the machine gun man?
Well, he ain't got no future and he ain't got no plan
What fate awaits the machine gun man
The machine gun man, yeah?

I can't see tomorrow, Lord, I don't see today
Trail of confusion, Lord, done leadin' my way
They say the only thing worth killin', Lord, be killin' time
The only soul worth savin' now Mama, be a savin' mine

It's a shame, it's a shame, Lord
The trigger be his only friend
It's a shame, oh, yeah
But it ain't never gonna end, that's right

He's a pocketful of hate that don't give a damn
What fate awaits the machine gun man?
Well, he ain't got no future and he ain't got no plan
What fate awaits the machine gun man?

He keeps shootin', mama, like any old fool would do
Lord, the life he be leadin', ain't the one he had to choose
As he walks on out that door, Mama breaks down to cry
Oh, as she waves the machine gun man
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, yeah

He's a pocketful of hate that don't give a damn
What fate awaits the machine gun man?
Well, he ain't got no future and he ain't got no plan
What fate awaits the machine gun man?
The machine gun man, yeah the machine gun man, oh, yeah

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Machine Gun Man - Lyrics - Skullage - Black Label Society

Title: Machine Gun Man
Album: Skullage
Artist: Black Label Society
Composer(s): Zakk Wylde

Lyric:
Tell me what a young man, mama, what's he got to live for
Tossed in the shuffles of everyday war
Searchin' for some trouble, Lord, which I'm sure he will find
Spend your whole life fightin', son, meet your dyin' time

It's a shame, it's a shame, Lord
The trigger be his only friend
It's a shame, oh yeah
But it ain't never gonna end, no, that's right

He's a pocketful of hate that don't give a damn
What fate awaits the machine-gun man?
Well, he ain't got no future and he ain't got no plan
What fate awaits the machine-gun man?
The machine gun man, yeah

I can't see tomorrow and I don't see today
Trail of confusion, Lord, done leadin' my way
They say the only thing worth killin', Lord, be killin' time
Only soul worth savin' now, mama, be a re-savin' mine

It's a shame, it's a shame, Lord
The trigger be his only friend
It's a shame, oh yeah
But it ain't never gonna end, that's right

He's a pocketful of hate that don't give a damn
What fate awaits the machine-gun man?
Well, he ain't got no future and he ain't got no plan
What fate awaits the machine-gun man?

He keeps shootin', oh mama
Like any old fool would do
Lord, the life he be leadin'
Ain't the one he had to choose

As he walks on out that door
Mama breaks down to cry
Oh, as she waves the machine gun man
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Yeah, he's a pocketful of hate that don't give a damn
Oh, what fate awaits the machine-gun man?
Well, he ain't got no future and he ain't got no plan
What fate awaits the machine-gun man?
The machine, yeah, gun man, the machine-gun man, yeah, oh yeah

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If It Ain'T Live, It Ain'T Me - Lyrics - Tarantula - Mystikal

Title: If It Ain'T Live, It Ain'T Me
Album: Tarantula
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Ward Corbett, Vincent Reed, Michael Tyler

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Lyric:
Why , why why why why
Cause I keep bangin' y'all mother-fuckin ass, with this shit
If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
I'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like this
I wan't-a load it up, cock back don't miss
Y'all ain't goin' believe this
Got the preacher's wife talkin' bout rock that shit
All they do is say the mans name
You watch how many bitches start comin', it's a damn shame
They know I got the wood for 'em
If they in the hotel room and get the dick, that's good for 'em
Big pussy and it's soft dick time, bitch I got to get'cha, mm-hm, uh-huh
Tell me what you goin' do
If you got your friends with you, you could bring them ho's too
Come and turn around, let me get behind you
Move somethin' for me baby, I ain't goin' tell no body

If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
I'm too hip to drip

When I'm here they got to have it
White lines so live they jump off the cabinet
It's Micheal Tyler not Black Sabbath
It's springin' hunter so watch out for the cat parrot
I'm a whole and kaniver, the hot enchilada, Big Truck driver
Hittin' hookers is a side high
Tuckin' guts stackin' paper formin' lyrics is my real job
Got my fingers and my shit tight
Got another album and contract bitch get right
Form a crowd like a fist fight
Take my time with it if it takes me sun-up to midnight

If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
I'm too hip to drip

I'm too man to try to handle, I'm too bad and loaded too for you to hold
Too tight to out-write, too strong to out-sold, too much to out-bust
I'll talk shit and cuss, foul-dog rimp and the walk talk spit crush
The paper towels and toilet tissue, start your engine set the table
Clean your plate and wash the dishes
Can I please get a source cup
And if they don't give me my grammy, feel so sorry for your mother
And after I'm goin' get Jive
I done bust my ass, y'all ain't do y'all job

If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
I'm too hip to drip

If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
I'm too hip to drip

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Grapevyne - Lyrics - From The Bottom Up - Brownstone

Title: Grapevyne
Album: From The Bottom Up
Artist: Brownstone
Composer(s): Dave Hall, Nichole Lynnette Gilbert, Andrea Gilbert

Lyric:
I heard it through grapevyne
Boy, you know that I

I heard it through the grapevyne
That you ain't feelin' too fine
And I hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do really

Happened on the day I left
Since that day you haven't been the best
I hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do

You looked into my eyes
You said to me that night
That you would never cheat on me
Or break my heart

Inside I never knew
Your love was so untrue
I thought that I was your only
Boy, was I wrong, so wrong?

Never do somethin' that'll catch up to ya
You did me wrong and told me lies
Never do somethin' that you'll live to regret
You hurt me so bad, babe

Deep in my heart I feel sorry for ya
You had to lose a damn good thing
Lovin' me could have been good
Losing my love was a shame, baby

I heard it through the grapevyne
That you ain't feeling too fine
And I hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do really

Happened on the day I left
Since that day you haven't been the best
Hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do

We choose to play love games
We lose, we face the pain
Those lonely nights and that heartache
That empty space

I'll share with you my dreams
Those precious tender things
Everybody plays a fool
I guess I played my part for you

Never do somethin' that'll catch up to ya
You did me wrong and told me lies
Never do somethin' that you'll live to regret
You hurt me so bad, babe

Deep in my heart I feel sorry for ya
You had to lose a damn good thing
Lovin' me could have been good
Losing my love was a shame

I heard it through the grapevyne
That you ain't feeling too fine
And I hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do really

Happened on the day I left
Since that day you haven't been the best
Hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do

Oh, boy, you had my faith, you had my trust, you had my love
But now I have to take it back, it didn't work for us
And all I really needed was your lovin'
Yes, all I really needed was your lovin'

I was your lady and there's nothin' that I would not do
Now here's a 'Dear John' letter that I've written just for you
And all I really needed was your lovin'
Yes, all I really needed was your lovin', hey

Never do somethin' that'll catch up to ya
You did me wrong and told me lies
Never do somethin' that you'll live to regret
You hurt me so bad, now baby

Deep in my heart I feel sorry for you
You had to lose a damn good thing
Lovin' me could have been good
Losing my good love was such a shame

I heard it through the grapevyne
That you ain't feelin' too fine
And I hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do really

Happened on the day I left
Since that day you haven't been the best
Hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do

Heard it through, heard it through
I heard it through that grapevyne
Heard it through, heard it through
Grapevyne, grapevyne

I heard it through, heard it through
I heard it through that grapevyne
Hope that you feel much better
Yes, I do

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1 2 The 3 - Lyrics - Geto Boys

Title: 1 2 The 3
Artist: Geto Boys
Composer(s): James Brown, Wayne Henderson, Charles Sherrell, Willie Dennis, Brad Jordan, Anthony Gilmour

Lyric:
Yo, let's do it
We gon' do this one
Let the beat ride for a minute though
Will, him in the house from the town
FaceMob in this bitch, 'bout to tear shit down
Uh-huh, yeah, there it is, yeah

Still the truth in the game, ain't a damn thing changed
Prone to tote heat up and then shoot flames
Double the O.G. of a deuce thug thang
Bitches who know me know how I do dames

Still, fuckin' with James, we roll in this shit hard
I locked up the south, he locked the fifth ward
Loaded and cocked, I'm known to be a block bleeder
Known to get paper and I ain't fin' to stop neither

I got Ferrari's, drive Porches and shit
Ranch got horses, golf courses and shit
Eat shrimp, steak, crab, raw oysters and shit
And still fuck around with all my boys in the bricks

International nigga, I been in and out the States
Kingston, Brazil, bitches feedin' me grapes
I can cut it and bake, all I need is some soda, a plate
A microwave, Pyrex and a cake

You can get it how you want it, what I'm spittin' is free
I don't need to hold in court what I can hold in the streets
Niggaz know how I was raised so ain't no question in these
Consequences you gon' face when niggaz fuckin' with me

One for the niggaz wanna cross me up
Two for the bitches wanna toss me up
Three for the people tryin' to get my mail
Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up

Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine
Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime
Six for the suckers who ain't got no game
That's a goddamn shame, that's why he hatin' on mine

From the north to the south, I don't need no passes
You bitches get out of line, I'ma bleed yo' asses
Look man, I ain't the huffin' puffin' type
I'ma put that pistol in your motherfuckin' life

Mayor, can I call my crib, I be gettin' them greens
Fuckin' the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans
Take an interest in politics, shoppin' and Van Gogh
Shoot a motherfucker up and then go vote

They say variety is the spice of life
So we'll fuck the black broads and lay pipe to the whites
Puerto Ricans and Latinos, Japs and Filipinos
What is y'all trippin fo'? Pussy is pussy

I ain't gotta come where you live to shoot you in your sleep
I know niggaz in yo' hood that'll do you for me
Youse a bitch-made pussy born with no nutsac
I'm a motherfuckin' stand up cat, that's on the one

One for the niggaz wanna cross me up
Two for the bitches wanna toss me up
Three for the people tryin' to get my mail
Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up

Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine
Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime
Six for the suckers who ain't got no game
That's a goddamn shame, that's why he hatin' on mine

Spot a fine-ass bitch and I'm scoopin' her up
You can sleep on me nigga if you're stupid enough
But I'll be standin' in your bed receivin' hate from your woman
You could bust in, but not while I'm cummin'

'Cause I'm cummin' everywhere, in her hair, on her face
On her earring, even on the motherfuckin' ceiling
Keep it playa with a playa, let me get my nut
After that, you could kill the bitch, I don't give a fuck

Yes indeed, Chuck smoke good weed
If it ain't Hydro get the fuck out the do'
You niggaz drink a few shots and your faculty slow
I down the whole fuckin' bottle like it's H2O

Got the heart and the steel and the will to bust
I'm the little big man with the big ol' nuts
Don't fuck with bitch-mades, too real for that
Got the fame and the name but I still will Jack, nigga

One for the niggaz wanna cross me up
Two for the bitches wanna toss me up
Three for the people tryin' to get my mail
Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up

Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine
Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime
Six for the suckers who ain't got no game
That's a goddamn shame, that's why he hatin' on mine

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Say It To Me Now - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: Say It To Me Now
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Scott Spencer Storch

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Lyric:
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

It's someone in particular got you sayin' what you sayin'
Usin' my name in vain, hard for you to stay in your lane
That nigga fought for you then manipulated your mind
And kept you out of the way so you would stay in the blind

But then you woke up and realized he was takin' your shine
And you're mad at the whole world and they don't owe you a dime
Some of these niggaz don't be gangstas when they 'sposed to be gangstas
You know he owe you money and you're scared of him, ain't ya?

You can never point the finger at me, playa, you stayed when I left
I couldn't call you when my bills wasn't paid
Wasn't dependin' on nigga to send me shit my way
Wasn't really concerned about what a bitch might say

You coulda came and testified for my trial
But you had more love for slim and baby than you had for 'nile
I didn't hate, I just moved on
Now, that I'm doin' good I'm hearin' me on your new song and Juve wrong?

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

He ain't rappin', he ain't smart, he ain't gon' never be rich
He gon' be just like [Incomprehensible], he ain't accountin' for shit
Ridin' around in the six, Mama still live in the bricks
Across the hall from where somebody's always cookin' a fix

Where you in trouble if the police ever knock on your door
We from the ghetto, so they find choppers and glocks on the floor
I done had all type of shit thrown at me, learned from this and that G
After all that I done been through, why is this bitch so happy?

I'm alive and well, a true talent indeed
I'm god's gift to the earth, would be a shame if I leave
And I seriously don't be fuckin' with niggaz with greed
And that goes for all you outsiders and family trees

I can see the specks runnin' they necks, he ain't all that
I don't even hear him to record that I'm doin' me
We independent, ain't no middle man
Either get the business right or get the business in your brain
Play your hand

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

I said these haters steady, hear your name, runnin' they mouth
But really don't know a damn thing 'bout the game
And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire
So, that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain

Forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil

Father, I ain't gon' let 'em get to me, they know my history
It really ain't you they hatin', 'cause of they miseries
Fulfill your purpose, you was put here for a reason
Cherish your life for every moment that you breathin'

But they sayin' that I betrayed 'em
No man can judge you
But they askin' if I could save 'em
You must first save yourself

I'm the subject of conversation
Worry about no one
I'm knowin' that I could take 'em
Have faith in me

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now
Heard what you said about me
Say it to me now

I said these haters can't stand to hear your name, runnin' they mouth
But really don't know a damn thing 'bout the game
And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire
So, that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain

I said these haters can't stand to hear your name, runnin' they mouth
But really don't know a damn thing 'bout the game
And I'ma only tell you one time, I'm a millionaire
So, that shit you niggaz talkin', I ain't gon' entertain

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Good Thing We'Re Rappin' - Lyrics - Sons Of The P - Digital Underground

Title: Good Thing We'Re Rappin'
Album: Sons Of The P
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, G Jacobs, David L Spradley, E Humphrey, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(Yo, rest day ain't for hoes)

It's a good thing that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin, we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'

There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie
Playing the hoes and shook the red card steady
It was Mike to those that knows
Matter of fact, Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on them hoes

We was east coast niggas headin' west
I was rollin' shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes
The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag
You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags

'Cause that's how we flipped it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit
All of this was around spring eighty one
I was in the life and had a good three year run

Anyway, one Friday on the side of the road in L.A.
My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple days
I'm gonna stay and play some L.A. hoes"

He said, "Alright player yo, I'll see you soon"
Yeah, that's how real players kick it see there ain't no rules
We roll from city to city, like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie

She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh yeah", I swear I worked the shit out this bitch
She was fine too, niggas couldn't tell me nothin'
Had brains too, did more stealin' than fucking

A real thoroughbred, played con like a pro
Man I'm tryin' to tell you, I had a money makin' ho
But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail
Had to sling a little yale to make bail

She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town
The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the hell up ho
Who asked you to run your mouth?"

She was right though
It was time to take a trip down south
And to this very day, when I think of how
I was livin' back then I got to say that

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

They call it ho po when your leakin'
So you know ho po is when yo po, 'cause you ain't got no ho
I was po but I wasn't po ho, 'cause I had one ho
But we was leakin' 'cause the money was slow

Coppin' blow means your goin' up and down
I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHound
San Diego off Broadway, there used to be a spot
I think E Street and 5th where all the players flocked

One night I was cooling outside
Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah, it's gonna be live"
I was working a double breast silk leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy

Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs in the alley"
Ham sandwich meant Brougham Cadillac
Quarter inch stripes, wheel kit on the back

It was snotty nose, that means the extra chrome
Plate on the grill, for sunroof we say it had the brains blown
I said, "This bitch is inside, you ready to attack?"
Wes looked at me said, "Mack mack mack mack mack"

My mans pimp stroll was cold gansta limpin'
We stepped inside, both of us screamed, "It's pimpin'"
I was drinking cognac, Wes was drinkin' gin
Wasn't there twenty minutes fore my people walked in

I said, "What's up Cookie? How'd you do?"
She said, "Cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you these feelings"
We always did it like that, case the vice squad was peepin'
This time they wasn't, but this nigga who was leakin'

Walked up and said, "Y'all gonna sell?"
Wes said, "Nigga don't ya recognize the P when you see it?"
He said, "Oh, yo I didn't know, I thought she's doin' business"
I said, "Yeah, well it's true that she's a ho"

He said, "She with you, playa? 'Cause I'd really like to buck her"
Looked at her, said, "Baby, I'm a raw mother fucker"
I said, "Yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one here's my snucka"

He said, "Whatchu mean by snucka?"
"It ain't too hard to figga
You call your nigga nucka, snucka means she-nigga
And figure this too, the bitch is down for my dirty drawers
Find another ho to go for yours"

He said, "But, I like her"
I said, "You must be a rookie"
Now figure this three, he cut me off and stepped to Cookie
He said, "How do you feel about this, my dear?"

I said, "Nigga you don't check my bitch like I ain't standin' here
Now I told you that this woman sells pussy for me
You and her ain't the two, and we ain't the three
But most of all nigga, I ain't the one
Now back the fuck up off me son"

He said, "To buck another man's game is a shame"
I said, "Leakin' ass nigga, game recognize game
Now I told you that's my people and I gave you a chance"
Reached down and started pullin' up the two from my pants

Shoulda capped his ass, instead
I look up and Wes done wrapped a pool stick round this nigga's head
So I put my shit away, we beat him down cowboy style
Cookie runs up and says, "Baby you okay?"

I says, "Yo, all this excitements got you dizzy
What cha watchin'? Bitch get busy
Go back outside and finish gettin' my money"
The bartender laughed, said, "You pimp niggas is funny"

And I'll tell you once again
It blows my mind, when I think
How I was living back then
'Cause yo

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin, I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

And you don't stop
Humpty hump in the house
And yo I go, I go
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

You know what I'm sayin'
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

Check it
Ho
(Do the ho catcher)
Ho
(Do the ho catcher)
(Ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher)

Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

Kick it, doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

I said, doddie-doe-doe
Pimp the mother fuckin' ho
(Pimp that ho mack)

Yeah, bitch and big dicks don't scare ya
'Cause you been a ho too long
Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah

Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimps up and hoes down
Squares don't fuck around town
Know what I'm sayin'?

Oh yeah, it's time to rest
Dress and mess
Count my monies while I read the funnies
Give my propas while I watch the soap operas
'Cause it's pimpin', understand me?

Bitch what cha doin' on your ass?
Watchin' the cars pass
Pat your feet on the concrete
And go get my money woman

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Decisions, Decisions - Lyrics - Dj Muggs

Title: Decisions, Decisions
Artist: Dj Muggs
Composer(s): C Gipp, Lawrence Muggerud, T Burton, W Knighton, R T Barnett

Lyric:
It's a stray man, living in these veins, man
Suckin' on a piece of sugar pain, chucking chains
Take the wind out through, we never wash away the pain
So, let the stain soak, who's in the wave?

I dids fingertips, carry language computer
Ray had dad removed swimsuits with green bags
I'm on the corner with my butt up, sellin' you product
Women puttin' they're self in positions to get cut up

Up out'cha guts, fear, up for what?
Nothin' but them goodie

Osmosis, with that thang up under the pillow crush
Caught in the crossfire between Yankees and 49ers
Rivals, but the south remain calm, neutral
But we see blood that make homeboys, hate at each other's lives

Over colors and thangs, that they can bring
To the next plain, but the toots in blue, badges
Who are the biggest gangs?
In Babylon, dyin' slowly but surely

Malicious drivers with hairpin triggers
On the loose like juice
And white America couldn't stand it
LAPD plannin' incriminatin' evidence

Jurors under jag order but we talkin' outside the courtrooms
Shootin' birds at the judges
Fuck teks and go and plug us out on racial slurs
Destroyin' documents or complaints from black workers

The battles no longer physical, it's from within
You live to die and you die to live again
But you can't win for losing, what sides are you choosin'?
Decisions, decisions to make
Decisions, decisions to make

Legalize the dope and make paper
Think it's time to pull another caper
Outta my bag of tricks, these niggas ain't recognisin'
How they usin' us to get rich, niggas dyin' and shit

I putta, broke my back for the [unverified]
That's what I did when I was a kid
Always had the thought of doin' a bid
In the back of my mind, a life of crime was the last resort

I knew that goin' to court drama wasn't likely
I nicked scrimeys like a chemist
Cookin' up a pan like the witch doctor
Stroll beside 'cha like a thousand volts

Over the edge of the hope with the CIA sellin' coke
To make them bloat, float up the river Key Louie
Liquor sipper as I strategize a plan to infiltrate the crooked
New, what?, ways to live a life, who we got to fight?
Kid, it bite, are you dyin' tonight?

Relentless realism regardless, represents
South west goes out, possess the manifest that's heaven sent
What's said, is meant to the fullest extent
No nonsense because my conscience wouldn't be content

But just a little wealth, a little fame
But your mind-frame will keep you living the same
And it's a shame that niggas would settle with the ghetto
Huh, hoes have some clothes that ain't makin' what you suppose

Let your eyes close to what your contract shows
And fine print, they gotta get back every cent you spent
You content 'cause you do what everybody does
The industry that change you from the person you was

Knee-deep in the struggle, two part-time jobs to juggle
Gotta lady and A, C that you can't hardly feed
Any day your life could end, so you depend
On the reciting and the writing when you got the spare time to spend

To keep you stable, hopin' one day you'll be able
To be a commodity on somebody's record label
Got your chance, twenty thousand dollar advance and a car
And all of a sudden you a star at the bar

Ballin', callin' the waiter to bring one of they finest wines
Then you started snortin' lines, your life defines
The misconception of stayin' down
You can't be influenced by everybody you hang 'round

You should'a been more appreciative
Of the life that you were blessed to live
A hundred percent is what you got to give
'Cause ain't no tellin, yo' bullshit start smellin
And you wonder why your record ain't sellin

No more, endin' up with no dough
And no respect back in the projects
And building 23, right next door to me, heheheh

The battles no longer physical, it's from within
You live to die and you die to live again
But you can't win for losing, what sides are you choosin'?
Decisions, decisions to make
Decisions, decisions to make

Up out'cha guts, fear, up for what?
Nothin' but them goodie

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The Way Life Is - Lyrics - Drag On

Title: The Way Life Is
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Mel Smalls, Kaseem Dean, Jackso

Lyric:
Listen up, yo, shit, I get upset if I see a nigga, layin' in his sweats
With blood comin' out his head like sweat, knowin' I could be next
So, what about all the babies that ain't fully born
That's less fortunate like that man walkin' with one arm
They tried to throw me up in a orphanage with all the kids
But I stayed up in the offices 'cuz they couldn't get me off a kid

It's sad when a good mother put hard work
Like wash clothes, off the shit we played on and got hurt
Why she gotta pay for the dirt?
'Cuz her only son is up the street with the whole block sour
'Cuz you know bodies lay for 'bout for eight hours
Wanna talk about our chrome whips

There's niggas out there don't own shit
While we sit at home and bone a bitch while niggas is homeless
See niggas get piped over dice, wiped out, over 4 digit price
Damn near broke my heart, made me so sick, I had to go shit
Found her up the steps a bloody mess, hopeless
It wasn't cops 'cuz only street niggas empty the whole clip
Ya know this

People come, people go, that's the way life is
(And I heard that)
I don't know what to do, guess I'll just handle it
(And we heard that)

People come, people go, that's the way life is
(And I heard that)
I don't know what to do, guess I'll just handle it
(And we heard that)

Yo, bullets don't have no name
Or maybe y'all niggas should get better aim
And stop puttin' these innocent people in pain
It's a damn shame that life ain't, nothin' but a game
And we all at the 4th quarter, 'cuz our time is shorter and shorter
'Cuz y'all got time to tap our phones and hear the orders

And stop the coke from comin' across the waters
But y'all can't stop the slaughters or the people from starvin'
The guns is not standin' still, they still revolvin'
Uptight and still mobbin'
Blacks still sling cracks and I know why they call it fish scale
From Colombia to New York on a boat the shit sells

Tell a weak sore, and when I score
I'ma open up my door and give to the poor
'Til they tell me they don't even want no more
Y'all keep raisin' the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids
And categorize us on, where we live like by on broadway
It's all Dominicans and blacks that's packed in projects serious
And why y'all call it a project, are we an experiment?

People come, people go, that's the way life is
(And I heard that)
I don't know what to do, guess I'll just handle it
(And we heard that)

People come, people go, that's the way life is
(And I heard that)
I don't know what to do, guess I'll just handle it
(And we heard that)

Yo, I wasn't tryin' to be a slave or encaged up with braids
I was saved by a guy with a older age with grades
Told me the other ways to get paid, than lettin' my gun wave
We know you brave, get yo' shit tight and here's a pen
It's much lighter, like click click, that's a gun sound
Blau, that's a round now hit the ground

That's what Drag learns 'cuz his pop's back was turned
Now call the cops, what about that gat that just got pungin'
Or that kid that got it 41 times, you call that justice?
If it is, then what the fuck is this
Somethin' I must have just missed
Maybe Christmas and get a nut off, we get our hot water cut off

Off my Timbs I wipe the mud off, 'cuz I put the stomp in it
Pretty rivers and lakes and ponds, Drag was in a swamp in Bronx
Well, death is where I coulda gone
'Cuz where I'm from the bullets long
Y'all see the news, but why my block gang got no footage on
'Cuz my life is like a movie, when you die, ain't no comin' back shit
So if one of y'all get shot, nigga handle it

People come, people go, that's the way life is
(And I heard that)
I don't know what to do, guess I'll just handle it
(And we heard that)

People come, people go, that's the way life is
(And I heard that)
I don't know what to do, guess I'll just handle it
(And we heard that)

People come, people go, that's the way life is
(And I heard that)
I don't know what to do, guess I'll just handle it
(And we heard that)

People come, people go, that's the way life is
I don't know what to do, guess I'll just handle it

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Black &Amp; White - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Black &Amp; White
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Vyshon Miller, Fiend Ned Doheny, Richard Jones, Craig Brazille, Percy Miller, James Stuart

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Lyric:
Hey dad, I got in a fight with this white kid today at school
Son, didn't I tell you, I don't want you fighting?
But he called me a nigger

I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
And this goes to every woman, man, boy and girl

It's a shame when you can't send your kids to decent schools
We live in the world for the laws and no rules
Gang-bangers, crease sides and chalk lines
Correctional facilities full of juveniles doin' petty crimes

In this ghetto, got me crazy
Sometimes I wish, mama wouldn'ta made me
But it's a shame when you gotta raise a baby
And the color of my skin might taint me

I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl

And all the money can't change the color of your skin
Why so many blacks and Mexicans in the pen?
It is 'cause we violent?
But why Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and started smilin'?

So many people have dreams
But why society eliminated Martin Luther King?
And they tell us to be proud to be black
And at the same time, Uncle John shoot us in the back

Independence, it's a free country
No jobs, most blacks turn to street money
A bunch of ghetto, full of drugs and alcohol
Where found history books about white laws
And tell me Hilfiger discriminate and sell us clothes

But we can't blame him 'cause
We don't support the black stores
And only God can judge or point the finger
And what's white or black and red
And blue, equals gang banging

I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl

(I'm just a black man trapped in this white world)
I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain?
(Hold on, hold on trapped in this white world)
I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain?

P, pray for your little brother
Silkk, keep your head up
I'm tryin' but sometime I get fed up
(Damn)

What about all of the people that died in the past?
Peers, I can't get back with too many found guilty
And I know they didn't do it but still they can't get back

I see the copper be tryin' to nail me
Police constantly trailin' me
'Cause I'm young, rich, and black
I'm always under surveillance

Dash me out the car and wanna ask me who the car fuck
They allowed to carry guns, can't never be convicted
Who that law fuck?

I'm guilty till proven innocent
Still we all equals, how do you figure?
Cop told me, "You weren't speeding
But I'm gonna give you a ticket 'cause you a nigger"

I seen the hardest of my homies break down in tears
A white judge looked them in the eyes and gave them thirty-five years
Now it's a everyday struggle, I hustle just to live
To raise your kids when they got them teachin' them
Their parents better than them
They got me thinkin' the color of my skin is a sin

I'm a black man in a white man's world
Where it's set up for me not to win
Lookit, ain't that about a bitch
They look at us like we ain't shit
But lookit, I ain't racist, but face it, it exists
I'm a black man

I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl

Check this out
Underneath, ain't no black or white
We all equal, we all equal
We all got the same opportunity

Whether we wanna be judges, doctors, or lawyers
Ain't a black or white thing
Pick the best man for the job
And there shouldn't be no hatin'

Where you live, if you can afford to buy a house
Should be able to live wherever you want
The same hospitality they give to athletes and movie stars
Should give that same hospitality and companionship to your neighbors

You heard me?
Y'all know it ain't a black and white thing with me
I just make music for the reality
Only the real could feel this, huh
Only the real could feel this

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Shattered Dreams - Lyrics - Stop N Go - Ugk

Title: Shattered Dreams
Album: Stop N Go
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman, Ray Erskine Jr Parker

Lyric:
Uhh, dedicated to all the underdogs, knahmtalkinbout?
Muthafuckas told me I wasn't gon' be shit
Told me I was gon' be able to do this rap shit
Knahmtalkinbout? My own family talked down on me, knahmsayin?

You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams
It might not be all bad as it first seems
You might not have all the things you need, yeah
But all you got to do is believe

I got to get my money, yeah
I got to get my money, yeah
You got to get yo' money, yeah
I got to get my money, yeah

Man, I refuse to let these bitches take away my pride
Them hoes can lock my body up but they can't lock my mind
See I'm a young street flame, I got them fire eyes
I mean that Eyes of Fire, the Tiger, the Black Pride

I call some women bitches and I call some women whores
A bitch a dirty boar, a hoe open up the pussy store
Now what's the difference between the two? Man, I just told you that
But that don't mean that every woman I know is down with that

If you a bitch and wanna switch, it ain't too late to change
It's all about how you carry yo'self and how you handle thangs
Some say that hoes and pimps is born, I don't believe that shit
'Cause anytime you wanna stop, it ain't too late to quit

Just 'cause you sold your body don't mean you a hoe for life
I got to speak it right for all the ones that paid the price
But if ya in it to win it, go head and live the life
But baby, if you ain't in it, you still can do it right

You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams
It might not be all bad as it first seems
You might not have all the things you need, yeah
But all you got to do is believe

I got to get my money, yeah
I got to get my money, oh ho
You got to get yo' money, yeah
I got to get my money

To all the babies havin' babies on ya' own
I know you feelin' fucked up and feelin' all alone
I know ya people tellin' you, "Ya fucked up your life"
Ya only fucked up if you lay down and don't continue to fight

And to the young nigga out there tryna sell dope
I know your family fucked up and it's your last rope
In your heart, I know ya cold with this rhyme shit
But ain't nuttin' hap'nin' but this 20?s and this dime shit

And you the daddy with lil' mama that's 'bout to have the baby
You wanna own ya team but niggaz tellin' you ya crazy
What you thankin'? You too young to have a family
But all the moves ya makin', look like you a man to me

When you get caught up, man, them niggaz ain't gon' ride witchu
But get down with that girl and she gon' keep it live witchu
But she gon' help ya put your money up and save somethin'
'Cause right now ya run it, th'ew it back and you ain't made nuttin'
It's time to change sumthin'

You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams
It might not be all bad as it first seems
You might not have all the things you need, yeah
But all you got to do is believe

I got to get my money, yeah
I got to get my money, oh oh
You got to get yo' money, yeah
I got to get my money

If you a ballplayer, man, go 'head and play ball
Don't let nobody steal your dream if you ain't came to fall
I know they say, "It ain't enough room in the NBA"
You tell them haters save that bullshit for another day

If you a sanger, lil' mama, go 'head and sang ya song
Them hoes say, "You ain't gon' make it", the funky bitch is wrong
You ain't got to get butt-naked on stage in a thong
Just sang your records to show the people you got it goin' on

I see a whole lotta motherfuckers come and go
I know young niggas sold they soul for the dirty dough
They want a rapper, I understand, go 'head and chase ya dream
But chase to hog it up, the lawyer end up like a fiend

Some people gay, what can I say? The only judge is God
But don't be shame and try to hide 'cause then you livin' fraud
'Cause everythang done in the dark, gon' come to the light
So do yo' thang, 'cause can't no man tell you what's wrong or right
Right, right, right, right
So do yo' thang, 'cause can't no man tell you what's wrong or right

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It Ain'T Easy - Lyrics - Me Against The World - 2pac

Title: It Ain'T Easy
Album: Me Against The World
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tony Pizarro, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Keepin' it real

I take a shot of Hennessey
Now I'm strong enough to face the madness
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash
Phone calls from my niggaz on the, other side
Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry

A damn shame, when will we ever change
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguments with my Boo is true
I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you

But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game
I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame
I'll be hustling to make a million
Lord, knows ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold

Rag top slowin' down, time to stop for gas
Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass
It ain't easy, that's my motto
Drinkin' Tanqueray straight out the bottle

Everybody wanna know if I'm insane
My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games
And all the drama got me stressin' like I'm hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin' roaches, 'cause we broke

Late night, hangin' out till the sunrise gettin' high
Watchin' the cops roll by
It ain't easy, that's right

It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free
It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free
It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free

I can't sleep, niggaz plottin' on to kill me while I'm dreamin'
Wake up sweaty and screamin',
'Cause I can hear them suckers schemin'
Probably paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizin'
A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I died

I wonder why this the way it is, even now
Lookin' out for these killer kids, 'cause they wild
Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin'
Doin' twenty to life in San Quentin

Gettin' calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nuttin' nice
Yo 'Pac, do somethin' righteous witcha life
And even though you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure
Rather have you behind bars than triggers

But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin' shots
Till I see my niggaz free on the block
But no it ain't easy
Till I see my niggaz free, on the block, oh
It ain't easy

It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free
It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free
It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary

Lately been reminiscin'
'Bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block
Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks

It's the project kid without a conscience,
I'm havin' dreams of hearin' screams at my concerts
Me all my childhood peers through the years
Tryin' to stack a little green

I was only seventeen, when I started servin' fiends
And I wish there was another way to stack a dollar
So my apoli', 'cause these hard times make me wanna holler
Will I live to see tomorrow, am I fallin' off?

I hit the weed and then proceed to say fuck all of y'all
Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin', I can't go home
'Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin'
So now I'm in this high powered cell at the county jail

Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail
What do I do in these county blues
Gettin' battered and bruised by the you know who
And these fakes get to shakin' when they face me

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me
Sittin' in this, livin' hell, listenin' to niggaz yell
Tryin' to torture 'em to tell, I'm gettin' mail
But ain't nobody sayin' much

The same old nuts is makin' bucks
While these sluts is gettin' fucked
They violated my probation
And it seems I'll be goin' on a long vacation

Meanwhile, it ain't easy
No, it ain't easy

It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free
It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free

It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free
It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free

It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free
It ain't easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free

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Only A Few - Lyrics - Fiend

Title: Only A Few
Artist: Fiend
Composer(s): Richard Anthony Jr Jones, Edward Knight, Percy Miller, Vyshonn King Miller, O'Dell Vickers

Lyric:
Yo, see them out there
Yo fiend, fuckin' mafiaso
When they fucking with No Limit
Fiend, Big ED, Master P, the Silkk
You fucking with the best
You don't want to fuck with the best
Yo mucha

I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo

See ya, I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo

You never know what's goin' on with
Some of these hungry ass niggas arrested
And what you got, never allowed the chance to touch it
Was it obvious that nigga ain't die
He was in from the beginning had a piece of the pie
'Cause in his eyes, cold like Chicago weather
Birds of a feather fuck over together, that's forever

The only change, they accepted when I got him killed
Well, they all a time for real over a dollar bill
So now you feel that all street family ain't yours
Recieving cuts and sores because you opened your pores
These niggas ride like volvos and we ain't talkin' 'bout these whores
Give a section of the beach, nigga surfers gotta swim ashore
If you need more, then take this notion with my devotion
Remember jealousy is a wasted emotion

See ya, I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo

See ya, I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo

I'd rather die hustling then be broke and lonely
'Cause most of these niggas out here be phony
Find me on the street corner living my life fast
Remember take a bullet for your homie
That's my nigga Big ED
See this tru shit nigga, I'm a kill for it
When the rents due, ya know I'm a steal for it

Take a ride with my homies if I have to
Keep your eyes on your enemies 'cause they'll blast you
And momma sheds tears 'cause my homies seen that
Nigga gangbang seen tru up on my chest
To my niggas in jail, stay strong doin time
I thank the Lord for taking me out the ghetto with these rhymes
Blood stains on the street 'cause this ghetto life's a bitch
And that's a shame 'cause it's bound to change once a niggas rich

See ya, I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo

See ya, I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo

Come take a ride at, before the game begins
I seen niggas die bad and they die for pennies
Can't trust nobody seen around my way
Niggas dead and that's why they ain't around today
See penetentaries, they ain't no place for me
I tell my mom don't trip, just pray for me
And to all the slugs from niggas that have hate for me
And tell my lady I'll take two years don't even wait for me

And see, you never get a second chance to live a first life
That's why I ball till I fall and live the first right
So even though I thug with them, I still ask these niggas
I've seen alot of whole shit, [Incomprehensible] been home test if I get ya
I only ride with niggas that I test the water with
Niggas I slang quarters with, slaughter shit, spent the hardest shit
Only trust a few, only trust a few
You fakes, I can't even fuck with you

See ya, I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo

See ya, I only fuck with a few
You never know what these niggas'll do
You better choose careful who you call your crew
And do a review on these bitches
When you call 'em your boo
See ya, I only fuck with a few

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Strike A Nerve - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature

Title: Strike A Nerve
Album: Naughty By Nature
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Anthony Criss, Vinnie Brown

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Lyric:
(Strike a nerve)
Yo bitch, it was some bitch in a seminar
Talkin' 'bout you, had to get up early to wax this
(Strike a nerve)
Them other motherfuckers said, you couldn't even wax that dirty bitch
So wassup y'all?
(Strike a nerve)

I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the fuck up, ho"
Shit, shaved and bathed a day, then I must go
Ugh, this is Everyday All Day, let's all say
Pluckin' enough and roughin' 'em up and fuckin' 'em up always

Bet, let's talk about a back flash, ya jackass
That fast you flash witta match, your fast rap
And even though you didn't know me before the flow solo
It's no slow way to go, bolos I throw or sold

Let's pick a bitch to pick with peekaboo
I see you through your crew, now whatchu wanna do?
After that, caps off to the black frost
My pants always sag 'cause I rap my ass off

You wanna talk about a badboy 'Sanchoi'
I'm bad as they come, chum, and nasty like [Incomprehensible]
To Vin Rock and KayGee, I'm the baby
Droppin' the ladies, cravin' ya maybe, I have the right to be lazy

Got more stretch to my swing and the stretch of a chicken wing
The flavor is bacon and it's cravin', is ice cream
I'm too trucked to be fucked and too live, otherwise
Ya drive by's smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed

Runnin' and comin', drama starin' wit a stellar
I need so many lumps, I'll use your head as a braille book
Many friends ships ink, quick, fast
It'll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your little tired ass

You tried to swing this way, you little swifty
Ha, ha, ha, slum bitches still miss me
I do the dumpin', humpin', clappin' like thunder
And that's comin' from a land down under

Yo, I'm sick of dis shit, man
Niggas tryin' to cut, they rocks none
(Strike a nerve)
Yo, they tryin' to make us drop
Vin Rock sayin' he don't rock enough
Yo, kick that shit

Prepare for the worst 'cause I ain't livin' lose
I wouldn't just give a fuck 'cause givin' is free and my fuck's cost
[Incomprehensible] your loss in The Source 'cause I know no way
I been there before, maybe 5-6 times a day

Sometimes I put my hands on my head when I'm done, from
And wondered to myself where did dat def shit come from?
And then I think about the Naughty and the Nature in it
And then the Flavor, then the figures, while I'm flowin' wit it

So I won't give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten
You can't touch this, fuck what them throats written
I got tracks, better known as snaps, far forbidden
And the warm do, I know, I know how to make ya feel it

I'll take a head, I'll make ya spread and now lay back
I tell you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie don't play that
So don't start, there will be none is the lesson, folks
I hate cigarettes but my Smith-N-Wessun smokes

From anywhere, from any corner, anytime that's right
Who you bashin'? I go blast in broad daylight
You stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figure's soft
I got nuff props from buckshots that niggas caught

Ya say you can't go to the takin' me out close
Huh, in that case, you shoulda named your album 'Almost'
I wouldn't rely on the try if I was you, yo
'Cause I'm turnin' tries into 'Oh, oh's' and 'Hell no's'

I wouldn't be caught dead witchu up in tryin' it
And if I was goin', I get my stiff ass up and rip shit
I can't go out like a wooden sock with padlocks
I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots
I write a day, to me it's a common caper
Say so much shit, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet paper

Yeah, Vin Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, y'knowI'msayin'?
(Strike a nerve)
That's right, so everybody sleepin' on the up, stay off of my dick
(Strike a nerve)
We're gonna stomp this time around, word up
(Strike a nerve)

Look who's mother's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters
Mrs. Happy Thing is in the back, catchin' quarters
Come and try to run wit it, never in a lifetime
Thirty [Incomprehensible] could act at Caesar's, still I bet I get mine

I heard your girl's havin' a baby, now will what she have?
A bag of dope, a bottle or crack or a sess bag
There ain't a part of me with 'Sorry' written on it, slick
You couldn't rock a crooked cradle, you fuckin' prick

The way I rock could shit, you just often like it
My style's so fat, I had to throw it on a water diet
Bullshit, ya not, I ain't the type to be fuckin' with
Wreckin' with and if I mic attest it, I'll be neckin' it

Onslaught at an encore, you stinkin' rat
You're so dumb, you tried to buy a fuckin' thinkin' cap
Now that tells us in a sec, right where your head is at
In between some bitch's legs, lookin' ass and lap

My name is Treach, remember this and don't you ever 'fess
That's a shame, I get two minutes just to say, "Next"
Fuck, who follows you, you and them could help each other
I treat you both like any other motherfuckin' runner
This is the Flavor, tasty although sugar-free
So have a Coke, have a smile and have a booger, G

Why? 'Cause you don't mean shit to me
I'ma take you [Incomprehensible] where good shit's meant to be
I rock a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track
Droppin' more shit than white castles and neck slacks

A studio to me is just a chance to rock, G
I rock and rock, goddamn, call me VinRocky
It's just what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
I say one thing and your whole crew's walkin' out

So do the lyric here, this is one lyric less
If I were you, I'd take and throw 'em on his fuckin' neck
Something that flow should come straight from the horse's mouth
Mr. Ed's dead, so his ass is the best way out

Shit, man for hire, this hitman is the law
I run more tracks than a San Francisco trolley car
Prepare for the winter, oh, yeah
I could write your fuckin' album and you'll soon be the last one there

I start to heat up and rip shit in one, see
You couldn't get it hard, if the eyes were on Broad Street
So don't you ever never tell me, I'm not good enough
I got more stuff than a teddy bear, from ass to gut
This is a solid, you could never outlast
If bullshit was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ass

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