Heavy Ammunition - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: Heavy Ammunition
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Rahem Ross Brown, Todd Ray, William E Williams

Lyric:
Whassup?

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Pack Pistol Posse, flow some more pro shit)

I pack a rap that's the joint, I like to point the chrome at domes
Of MC's who need to be smoked up, like homegrown
Ism I get bizm, with rhythm no bullshit
My best rhymes rank like a tec-9 with a full clip

I'm funky as hell, since I rock the twelve inch
And now fakes imitate, the great like Elvis
Oh, goodness gracious, oh, golly gee wolly
I'm good googa booga good golly, Miss Molly

I use a loaf of bread, a pint of milk, a stick of butter
To keep my weight up, to knock a sucker to the gutter
I empty my rhyme clip and kick like a fat gat
El, you got my back so where's your black ass at?

I'll let loose to juice to freak the funk spunk, no punk
I'm doin' the funky chicken as I'm kickin' like a Shaolin monk
MC El Da Sensai with another one to bash ya
Lyric master, blastet, kick my skit faster

Best in my section, I'm fresher check the lesson
Progress is progressin' as I'm buildin' on my section
Hyperactive raps are gettin' super static
With the rap erratical acrobatical mass combatical

So, move over 'cause the style that's rippin'
Is comin' from the grand man that is not slippin'
But I'm trippin', crippin romp stomp and pomp
'Cause my style is flyer Renaldo Neidermeyer

Hip hip hoorah, check it out one two the
Thing that I swing I won't front
Yo, I got the lyrical ammunition to your chest
So nigga don't test 'cause my mouth is the tec
Kid, I kick the ill skill yo, did you listen?
I bust caps with raps, packin' heavy ammunition

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Ya gotta excuse me, I was just scheamin' on a cutie
And I knew it was my duty 'cause the honey had a booty
I up jumped the boogie, to the boogie the beat
'Cause I'm a hellafied nigga, you can call me TD

The black Lil' Raskal, with loot like Waldo
I make Oprah rhyme by throwin' chairs at Geraldo
Rivera, I joke around like, Hanna Barbara
But mirror mirror, Tame is a terror

My hair got the knots, my name got the props
I'm the coach of a rap note 'cause I call the shots
Tamedy Tamedy, I'm showin' the mad me
Damn style flam and T why? We ain't family

Keep that real, I smoke buddha and pack steel
Check the rap deck 'cause this is the last deal
Good God, baby pah, give it to me check it
Bust it, wreck it

Comin' back to cap, two with the fat rapture
Intact to Tic-Tac, my style you can't catch a
Why? Let's see, I'm not ordinary, kind of impossible, unstoppable
Brothers pop a lot of bull, skip to my loo, I'm never ever to do
Hot tamale, oh golly, I'm wicked with the folly

All types of sneakers fo' the freaker of the speaker
Bass for the bottoms and the highs for the tweeters
Sample from The Meters, check it how I speak the
Words pound for pound, fuck ten ounces and the liters

I won't sniff Blow, even if you said his name was Kurtis
My style can go through changes, from Latin down to Turkish
So keep slippin' 'cause that ass I'll be kickin'
El Da Sensai, with the heavy ammunition

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Yeah, heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Yeah aight?

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Welcome 2 The Nolia - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Welcome 2 The Nolia
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
It's World War III where I'ma be with two stars
Better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool
Move all your valuables
'Cuz them boyz at your throat with them calicos

I mean, me myself, I just don't wanna see nobody get hurt
Wanna live? Keep your black ass from out of my turf
You look like wanna of them boyz
That ain't never been fucked over

I'm 'bout to change that, send that boy to tha nolia
Put a pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets
If he think we fakin', he gon' know after we cock it
And come to the PJ's, if you wanna score something

Get my peeps laid 'cuz we make motherfuckers catch the cut quick
Might laugh with ya but we ain't to be trusted
I tie my solja rag tight around my head man
Now I'm gettin' processed with a red band

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

Solja's be camoflaugin'
Hittin' blocks realla, they be 'bout ridin'
You get chopped realla, at any timin'
'Cuz in that nolia, they play tha game raw

No more beats closin' shop when the beef start
Ah, ah, I don't think you're ready for these niggaz
LDTC-6 coated wild willas
Head bustas and wig spltitas where I'm from
Choppas max, with red dots in the drum

Playinin' it raw with dope
That's how we play it, duckin' Chris, flat top & big red
Wootay ain't nothin' nice
Spin corners in broad light, can't move stiff like ice

Get killed if the price on yo face
Me and Juve burn with case, from the scene with fled
Take hits like black and moe did back in the dayz
At night in tha nolia, niggaz be in tha hallwayz

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay jeopardize your life
Now we ain't gotta explain to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

Nigga done flashed up, I had to deal with the bitch
Catch em' down bad and put some steel on tha bitch
Let em' know this young nigga, ain't to be fucked wit
Two time, I'm comin' through, one time you gettin' ya wig split

When I release, aimin' straight for your top
Non stop hollin' purse nigga, you gon' drop
Tha magnolia chest opena', glock toatera', block soakera'
Down for a murdera' In tha rover, choppin' ya down
Put your sets up nigga, represent that uptown

Fuckin' wit theze real boyz, I'ma kill ya
You don't want me hot at you, you know I'ma gorilla
I've been trained to get way low in the mud
Molded on tha streets and used to runnin' wit thugs

Nigga you fuck wit Turk, you gotta fuck wit me what
Where is you gonna be when them boks in tha mud
(Reeboks)
Don't make me come down there and show one of you bitches
Don't make me come down there and blow one of you bitches

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya side up nigga, throw ya side up
But throw ya ward up, nigga throw ya ward up

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

We release wit ammunition, we release wit ammunition
When our beef is in site when our beef is in site
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
When our beef is in site

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Dungeon Master - Lyrics - Epmd

Title: Dungeon Master
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith, Angel Aguilar, Yasin Muhammedi

Lyric:
Yeah EPMD, yeah
Nocturnal, Nocturnal cats
A yo check it

Yo, Dungeon Master time to draw let's see who's faster
Too late blast him with five slugs from the ghetto blaster
You slow with yours, yours had to reach for the guard at the law
Card more gangsters on radar with the night vision
Green screen navy seals, all star marine mercenary in the mind field
Take you way down, underground, 'neath earth's surface
A hundred leeks, flat line

E Dub the mic killer, the off and oner , my jawa past willie
I'm higher than marijuana, my styles foreign, look at me
As a Guinesse, Vietnemes, a lad overseas, clockin' major G's
I tote 3 50's, 7's with the wooden handle in case of a scandal
Or a so called vandal and if I let off and he gets hit
And if you miss him, go home and light a candle

Yo ,with cyphers our tradition, then I'm a spill when I'm spittin'
This vocal ammunition
Yo, with cyphers our tradition, then I'm a spill when I'm speakin'
This vocal ammunition

Yo, I spit ferocious, here's another dosage
I'll capture your mind like hypnosis, so you should focus
On what hip hop mean to you, whether physical
Or in your spiritual rorm, liver than your black college dorm
Indecisive niggas swarm lets git it on
You know my motto, drinkin' cold on some cotoroto

Tall bottles until my legs wobble, blow your spot
Drink lots like Freddie Foxx, shits fully knocked
It's hotter than lava rocks, I'm gainin' interest like
When LL said, "Box" and Crush Groove
I freak the ill power move , kid I"m on fire

Flippin' on MC's like David Banner
Changing his back tire, admire, the raw in divorce
Cat's is played out like theater dogs, nothing for this
Hold you scoreless, Jersey reppin', flowin' with the legends
Using mics for weapons, studying all my lessons

So prepare for this paper run, I hit your cypher
Have your crew sayin', "We should of taped son"
Maverick, Top Gun, shootin' missiles
I prefer 40's over Cristal, I hit the path at the turn style
Nocturnals tactics is wild out like a T-Rex at Jurassic Park

Making music with my mouth like Biz Mark
Rougher than Tim's at Gal heart, check my street smarts
Plus credentials, microphones as untencils
Like spoons and forks, celebratin' pop the corks
Off the Moey if you felt me, know you, know me
EPMD and Nocturnal when you fuckin' call me

Yo with cyphers our tradition, then I'm a spill when I'm spittin'
This vocal ammunition
Yo with cyphers our tradition, then I'm a spill when I'm spittin'
This vocal ammunition

Yo with cyphers our tradition, then I'm a spill when I'm spittin'
This vocal ammunition
Yo with cyphers our tradition, then I'm a spill when I'm spittin'
This vocal ammunition

Yeah, yeah, Nocturnal son, Nocturnal, EPMD, you know
What's up? You know, what's up, you know what I'm saying?
This is how we do, reppin' for the crew,
Jersey fuckin' too, hell yeah, hell yeah

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Ammunition - Lyrics - Maladjusted - Morrissey

Title: Ammunition
Album: Maladjusted
Artist: Morrissey
Composer(s): Steven Morrissey, Martin James Boorer

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Lyric:
I know these roads
Each ridge and narrow bridge
Each Chevron enticing me on
Each warning sign, I take in my stride

I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than I can spend
I don't dwell on things I'm missing
I'm just pleased with the things I've found

I know these roads
An old hand understands
Above all, I know what's
Expected of me now, veering cliff wards

I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than I can spend
I don't dwell on things I'm missing
I'm just pleased with the things I've found
With the things I've found, with the things I've found, I've found

I've been crying
It comes back on these salient days
And it stays and it says
"We've never really been away"

I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than I can spend
I don't think of who I'm missing
I've got no space and no time in my life anymore
No space or time in my life anymore for revenge

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Fuel - Lyrics - Tripping the Light Fantastic - Lit

Title: Fuel
Album: Tripping the Light Fantastic
Artist: Lit
Composer(s): Alan Jay Popoff, Allen Shellenberger, Jeremy Popoff, Kevin Baldes

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Lyric:
Look around and see who's watching?
What do they think? You're such a happening player
I don't do this for myself for my enjoyment
I only want to impress you

You're so amazing to me, how you know everyting
And you're just so cool it makes me sick
You give me ammunition, you are my gasoline
I hope you stick around 'cause you kill me, you fuel me

Tell me what I need to do, I'll change just for you
I'm just a stupid whore, I don't even listen to this kind of music
I only want to be famous, you're so fun to be with
And someone to be seen with I'm no one when you're not around

You're so amazing to me, how you know everyting
And you're just so cool it makes me sick
You give me ammunition, you are my gasoline
I hope you stick around 'cause you kill me, you fuel me

You're so amazing to me, how you know everyting
And you're just so cool it makes me sick
You give me ammunition, you are my gasoline
I hope you stick around 'cause you kill me, you fuel me

You're so amazing to me, how you know everyting
And you're just so cool it makes me sick
You give me ammunition, you are my gasoline
I hope you stick around 'cause you kill me, you fuel me

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Plaid - Lyrics - Chicago

Title: Plaid
Artist: Chicago
Composer(s): William B. Champlin, Robert William Lamm, Greg Mathieson

Lyric:
Some will say it's too late so don't change the story
There's too much at stake to grow
Yesterday was so great, just bask in the glory
Don't let your feelings show

And I say, oh yeah, like a man with a condition
I wait for my heart to stop
They say, stay down, gotta plan, hold that position
You can't afford a flop

Pack my suitcase with my game face
Stay the same pace and put away the dreams I?ve had
Let my hair grow, find some old clothes
Let the world know that my politics are plaid

I'm not asking for permission
Are you ready for me to be me?
Just pass that ammunition
This prisoner's about to bust free from your chains

For so long you told me to keep it familiar
Just play what they all would buy
I can wear this blindfold, stick to your story
But I gotta ask myself why

And I play those songs for so many seasons
Till I'm sure I'm losing my mind
And I say, oh no, gotta have a much better reason
To leave all my dreams behind

I must change it, rearrange it
Stay the same thing and become your favorite fad
With the scene through, I gotta be true
I can't be you, polyester comes in plaid

I'm not asking for permission
Are you ready for me to be me?
Lord, pass some ammunition
This prisoner's about to bust free from your chains

I'm more than just excited
Like a hundred pounds of monkey off my back
I got to find myself
Now everyone's invited to ride this train
Till we run clean out of track, clean out of track

With the scene through, I gotta be true
I can't be you, polyester comes in plaid

I'm not asking for permission
Are you ready for me to be me?
Better pass some ammunition
This prisoner's about to bust free from your chains

I'm more than just excited
Like a hundred pounds of monkey off my back
I got to find myself
Now everyone's invited to ride this train
Till we run clean out of track, oh

I'm not asking for permission
Are you ready for me to be me?
Just pass some ammunition
Prisoner's about to bust free from your chains

I'm more than just excited
Like a hundred pounds of monkey off my back

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Sin Wagon - Lyrics - Top Of The World Tour - Dixie Chicks

Title: Sin Wagon
Album: Top Of The World Tour
Artist: Dixie Chicks
Composer(s): Emily Erwin, Stephony Smith, Natalie Maines

Lyric:
He pushed me 'round, now I'm drawin' the line
He lived his life, now I'm gonna go live mine
I'm sick on wastin' my time
Well now I've been good for way too long
Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on
'Bout to get too far gone

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of my twelve ounce nutrition
One more helpin' of what I've been havin'
I'm takin' my turn on the sin wagon

On a mission to make something happen
Feel like Delilah lookin' for Samson
Do a little mattress dancin'
That's right I said, "Mattress dancin'"

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of what I've been missin'
I don't know where I'll be crashin'
I'm arrivin' on a sin wagon

When it's my turn to march up to glory
I'm gonna have one hell of a story
That's if he forgives me
Oh Lord, please forgive me

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation
They may take me with my feet draggin'
I'll fly away on a sin wagon

I'll fly away on a sin wagon

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Silent Warrior - Lyrics - Thug Mentality 1999 - Krayzie Bone

Title: Silent Warrior
Album: Thug Mentality 1999
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): R Antonio, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Pump your fist if you're with me
Pump your fist up if you're with me
Artillery, yeah
Pump your fist up if you're with me
Let us be victorious, be victorious

Pump your fist if you're with me
Pump your fist up if you're with me
Artillery, yeah
Pump your fist up if you're with me
Let us be victorious, be victorious

Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3, hut, hut, hut, hut
Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3, hut, hut, hut, hut

Silent warrior here's the story
Silent warrior listen to the story

The world war has begun
We're gettin' ready to fight
And if you win or either die
Then don't become an outsider

Spittin' fire, fire baby
With plenty ammunition
(Ammunition)
Complee and nigga, I've been waitin' for this
Payback is a bitch

And the bitch is on the period figure
You got niggas with attitude behind the trigger
Steady we be pumpin' our fist and
Black fatigues we don't surrender

You wanna deal with us
Gettin' ready for split us come and get us
And when you come get us
Remember bitch you gots to kill us

And you can surely believe that I
I'm bringin' all my ammunition with me tonight
Crooked coppers tryin' to kill us everywhere
'Cause we won't get the mark of the beef

No, not me
Stay silent warrior
Silent warrior

Silent warrior here's the story
Silent warrior listen to the story
Silent warrior here's the story
Silent warrior listen to the story

Silent warrior here's the story
Silent warrior listen to the story

Ready to get for combat
When we aim the bomb at we usely contact
Heated heavily buckin' steadily lay 'em all flat
Combat

You motherfuckers I repeat, retreat
With plenty heat you'll be defeated
Oh, them bloody murder, murder baby
Silent situation

Is always the perfect assassination
Now to the graveyard nigga where your braveheart, you play hard
Now it's time for me to break march and take charge
We journey to the killing fields

Where the murder and the shit is real
Oh Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord
Comin' forth to carry me home
(Me home, me home)

Silent warrior here's the story
Silent warrior listen to the story

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Survival - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Survival
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Christopher Charle Lloyd, Ralph J. Rice Jr.

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Lyric:
So you say you a gangsta, right?
Are you really a rider, yeah?
You don't take shit from no one, no
And got your mind on your muthafuckin' dough, let's go

I'll be a South Side nigga till I rot
Even though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot
Superman armor on the 69 drop
Out of every 70 rappers 69 flop

I blowed a buck in the corner just to get the feel
So my head light smooth when I move the steering wheel
I ain't clubbing from nothing, its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real with pop artists that kill

I move to mill, my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack y'all for real
Go head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later
I'm hood like butter holes and pissy elevators

I went from playing the same block to Bangkok
So I can get money between raindrops
And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week
And get so much pussy I cant sleep

Poppa was a rollin' stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things 'bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom

If you scared don't come around here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper to try it
A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrow

I ain't even got a license yet and got 7 cars, yep
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopper
White fan base 'cause Eminem is my partner

I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper
I ain't a regular nigga, all the promoters pay 100 more
To bring your boy to Singapore

My dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'em
Elvis's and Red Monkey with the monkey on 'em
Shelves'll leave a niggaz food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in your shampoo

We don't tolerate the cock blocking out the bricks
We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
Watch your mouth bitch there's rocks popping out the wrists
And my outfits, a eye stopper for the chicks

Poppa was a rollin' stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things 'bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom

If you scared don't come 'round here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper to try it
A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrow

A nigga throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmed
And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
Then pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm
I got a chunky arm, I'm a fucking Don

I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong
I don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone
I'm in a class all by myself
I'll whoop your ass all by myself

I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
I've been patiently waiting to get on my shit again
So this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in

I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by you
And burn your eyelashes off like a crack lighter
Nigga you stupid riding by trying to blast me
'Cause my window got the glass from a taxi

Poppa was a rollin' stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things 'bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom

If you scared don't come 'round here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper to try it
A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrow

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Slang And Serve - Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Title: Slang And Serve
Artist: Three 6 Mafia
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Anthony Wells

Lyric:
ATL niggas
ATL niggas
ATL niggas

I'm on an everlasting money mission, million dollar premonition
Got my own coalition, pack my own ammunition
20's on the Lexus glisten, I'm driven to mob life
Hella niggas want me murdered, but can't do the job right
Razor blades, Ak's, and ask me do I carry them
Killin' for a hobby like a medieval barbarian
Khen will the disaster stop? Never, nigga pass the glock
Illustrated killin' live in color like it's magnavox

Now I got 'em hot, from the plot to put the block on lock
Set up shop wit' over 50, 000 dollars worth of rocks
Ammunition cocked, prepared to pop, I'll even shoot at cops
Stash away the heat and then retreat off in my drop top
Find yo own bizness, or the gat'll make yo clock stop
187 from the west and get yo fuckin' block mopped
You gone have to tangle wit' a Hypnotize, get surprised
Good for makin' money off the shit to stay the fuck alive

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

I only fuck wit' real niggas, all the haters can burn in hell
If you ain't affiliated, don't come wit' packs to sell
Object of this hustlin' is bubbling stacks of mail
Situations turn sour, rivals'll blast then bail
When I hit the block I'm seein' J's drivin' insane
Crunker than Montana wit' some anna for ounces of caine
ATL niggas blowin' brains, simple and plain
Sippin' golden grain, makin' stangs, inflictin' the pain

Smokin', gettin' into it, livin' ruthless, the feds are clueless
We the ones who keep the city crunker than engine fluid
Hypnotize niggas ridin' vettes, sippin' moets
Strapped up wit' a vest and giant tecs to lower the stress
51 niggas got my back, so nevertheless
I'ma get this anna off my chest and smoke on this cest
Puttin' bitches on the track, when it's a pimp in the flesh
Solid as a rock for adversaries who wishin' to test

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

My scandalous recipe make niggas be scared of me
If there has been treachery don't try to get next to me
Yo life is in jeopardy when fuckin' wit' family
We turn to psychotic crews and all of our insanity
Break bread off of greenery, releasin' the steam in me
Keep me from the weapons, I'll be fuckin' up the scenery
Deport bullets like immigrants, bitch niggas don't attempt to flinch
Money is the motive, let my sinning end the innocence

I'ma let the missile rip, ballistic wit' hollow tips
You won't see me comin', keep yo fingers on the pistol grip
Smoke blindin' my enemies, give 'em fearful tendencies
You can kiss they life goodbye when T-Rock hit the hennesey
I'm in it for the presidents, luxurious residence
Hooked up wit' the camp, I've been a mercenary ever since
Atlanta my stompin' grounds, Old Nationals where I'm found
Moving bricks and fuckin' tricks, and smokin' reefer by the pounds

ATL niggas
ATL niggas
ATL niggas
...

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Love On The Line - Lyrics - Bee Gees

Title: Love On The Line
Artist: Bee Gees
Composer(s): Maurice Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

Lyric:
When I don't see you
And I don't know where you've been
There gets to be a question in my mind

It hurts to love you
And the knife goes through the heart of me
When you're gone I lose a part of me that's hard to find

Don't want to fall asleep without you
Don't wanna wake, don't wanna wake up when you're gone
I don't know what you do that makes me love you

But then love don't mean surrender
And it's time I let it show
You've got someone else in love with you
And I deserve to know

You've been laying our
Love on the line
That's my suspicion
When I see her in your eyes

Love undermined
No ammunition
I don't wanna love you paralyzed
I don't wanna love you paralyzed

Some misty morning
When she does the same to you
When she makes you feel like I do
That's the day

She can't have you
She can't build a wall around you
She can't love you like I love you
Anyway

I know by midnight if you leave me
No lies can make the difference
More hearts get broken now than need be
It's right to face the woman

That steal the away man
If there's anything to get you back
That I must do I can
And our love will never be

Love on the line
That's my suspicion
When I can see her in your eyes
In your eyes

Love undermined
I'm on a mission
I don't wanna love you paralyzed
I don't wanna love you paralyzed

My life I won't surrender
I'll find out where you go
There's someone else in love with you
And I deserve to know

And it's dying in the heart of me
And our love should never be

Love on the line
That's my suspicion
When I can see her in your eyes
In your eyes

Love undermined
No ammunition
Don't wanna love you paralyzed

Love on the line
That's my suspicion
When I can see her in your eyes

Love undermined
And I'm on a mission
I don't wanna love you paralyzed
I don't wanna love you paralyzed

Love undermined
That's my suspicion
When I can see her in your eyes

Love on the line
That's my suspicion
When I can see her in your eyes

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Love On The Line - Lyrics - Eaten Alive - Diana Ross

Title: Love On The Line
Album: Eaten Alive
Artist: Diana Ross
Composer(s): Maurice Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

Lyric:
When I don't see you
And I don't know where you've been
There gets to be a question in my mind

It hurts to love you
And the knife goes through the heart of me
When you're gone I lose a part of me that's hard to find

Don't want to fall asleep without you
Don't wanna wake, don't wanna wake up when you're gone
I don't know what you do that makes me love you

But then love don't mean surrender
And it's time I let it show
You've got someone else in love with you
And I deserve to know

You've been laying our
Love on the line
That's my suspicion
When I see her in your eyes

Love undermined
No ammunition
I don't wanna love you paralyzed
I don't wanna love you paralyzed

Some misty morning
When she does the same to you
When she makes you feel like I do
That's the day

She can't have you
She can't build a wall around you
She can't love you like I love you
Anyway

I know by midnight if you leave me
No lies can make the difference
More hearts get broken now than need be
It's right to face the woman

That steal the away man
If there's anything to get you back
That I must do I can
And our love will never be

Love on the line
That's my suspicion
When I can see her in your eyes
In your eyes

Love undermined
I'm on a mission
I don't wanna love you paralyzed
I don't wanna love you paralyzed

My life I won't surrender
I'll find out where you go
There's someone else in love with you
And I deserve to know

And it's dying in the heart of me
And our love should never be

Love on the line
That's my suspicion
When I can see her in your eyes
In your eyes

Love undermined
No ammunition
Don't wanna love you paralyzed

Love on the line
That's my suspicion
When I can see her in your eyes

Love undermined
And I'm on a mission
I don't wanna love you paralyzed
I don't wanna love you paralyzed

Love undermined
That's my suspicion
When I can see her in your eyes

Love on the line
That's my suspicion
When I can see her in your eyes

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No Reason - Lyrics - New Detention - Grinspoon

Title: No Reason
Album: New Detention
Artist: Grinspoon
Composer(s): Nick Wright, Phillip Jamieson

Lyric:
If you got the rhyme and you got the reason
Somebody outta really tell you
That you've run outta all your answers
And the lines are on the table

But you could go down so low
No one'll ever hear you call
I've got no reason

You could have had all of my love
I'd give it straight back if it?s enough
I need you to see that you?re the one for me

Could've tried all the time to tell you
That you've run outta all your answers
It?s not really ammunition
It?s a cause for a celebration

But we could go down so low
No one'll ever see us fall
I've got no reason

You could have had all of my love
I'd give it straight back if it?s enough
I need you to see that you?re the one for me

I've got no reason
I've got no reason
I've got no reason
I've got no reason

If you got the rhyme and you got the reason
Somebody outta really tell you
That you've run outta ammunition
It?s a cause for a celebration

But we could go down so low
No one'll ever hear us call
I've got no reason

I've got no reason
I've got no reason
I've got no reason
I've got no reason

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Nothin' Better To Do - Lyrics - Family - Leann Rimes

Title: Nothin' Better To Do
Album: Family
Artist: Leann Rimes
Composer(s): Darrell Brown, Leann Rimes, Dean Sheremet

Lyric:
Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire
Up there on Pilahatchee Bridge
Just a crazy roughneck's daughter
Jumped head-first into the water
Baptized away my sins

Hitched to town with Bobby Jo and Tommy
Couple of lookers, new best friends
We slipped in the back of Sunday service
Know them church ladies, they heard us
Bum smoke money from the offering

Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork
Oh, the trouble you'll get into
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do"
Yeah!

Sign read 'Bait, Chips, Beer and Ammunition'
That Slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayer
Well, I hiked my skirt and did the talkin'
While them boys were busy walkin'
Case of .5 out the back door

Hid deep in the Mississippi backwoods
We danced and played around 'til dark
Well, I had them wrestlin' for my first kiss
Turned into a fight and they missed
Me speedin' off in Tommy's car

Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork
Oh, the trouble you'll get into
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do"
Yeah!

Nobody hurt, nobody harmed
Nobody's business but my own
Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork
Oh, the trouble you'll get into"

You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do

You got nothin' better to do, babe, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no
Got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no
Got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no!

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Right Through You - Lyrics - Jagged Little Pill - Alanis Morissette

Title: Right Through You
Album: Jagged Little Pill
Artist: Alanis Morissette
Composer(s): Glen Ballard, Alanis Morissette

Lyric:
Wait a minute man
You mispronounced my name
You didn't wait for all the information
Before you turned me away

Wait a minute sir
You kind of hurt my feelings
You see me as a sweet back loaded puppet
And you've got meal ticket taste

I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you

You took me for a joke
You took me for a child
You took a long hard look at my ass
And then played golf for a while

Your shake is like a fish
You pat me on the head
You took me out to wine dine sixty nine me
But didn't hear a damn word I said

I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you, ooh
La la la ra ra aha

Hello Mister Man
You didn't think I'd come back
You didn't think I'd show up with my army
And this ammunition on my back

Now that I'm Miss Thing
Now that I'm a zillionaire
You scan the credits for your name
And wonder why it's not there

I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you, you

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Whatever It Takes - Lyrics - Pod

Title: Whatever It Takes
Artist: Pod
Composer(s): Marcos Curiel, Noah Bernardo, Paul Sandoval, Mark Daniels, Tony Mcanany

Lyric:
Whatever it takes
(And)
We gots to separate
Whatever it takes
All these true from the fakes

Whatever it takes
(And 'cause)
This is how we show and prove
Whatever it takes
'Cause we ain't got nothin' to lose

Whatever it takes
(And)
We gots to separate
Whatever it takes
All these true from the fakes

Whatever it takes
(And 'cause)
This is how we show and prove
Whatever it takes
'Cause we ain't got nothin' to lose

Whatever it takes face to face with aggression
Debolish and molish the opposition
Armored to be the stronger and conquer my competition
This ammunition, fills a vision that makes decisions
I told you once before but it's obvious you didn't listen

So listen closely, or next time you wanna quote me
And take my advice, you'd be wise to not approach me
And learn your lesson, hit this class and you're over session
Found the test and had no idea with whom you're messin'

Whatever it takes
(And)
We gots to separate
Whatever it takes
All these true from the fakes

Whatever it takes
(And 'cause)
This is how we show and prove
Whatever it takes
'Cause we ain't got nothin' to lose

Whatever it takes
(And)
We gots to separate
Whatever it takes
All these true from the fakes

Whatever it takes
(And 'cause)
This is how we show and prove
Whatever it takes
'Cause we ain't got nothin' to lose

Whatever it takes
(And)
We gots to separate
Whatever it takes
All these true from the fakes

Whatever it takes
(And 'cause)
This is how we show and prove
Whatever it takes
'Cause we ain't got nothin' to lose

Transformin' the mindset, but how quickly do those forget
One hundred miles to run and ain't even broken a sweat
Until the death, we won't settle for nothin less
No need to creep you knew we was comin but still you slept

But it's time to rise up was just built up from deep inside
Actin' like you was down now that leads to a collide
Best to recognize, starin' at me, because you shook
Whatever it takes, is what it took

Whatever it takes, whatever it takes
Whatever it takes, whatever it takes
Whatever it takes, whatever it takes
Whatever it takes

This is our house and this is where we live
And ain't nobody
Gonna mess with us, in our house this is our house
(This is our house)

Whatever it takes
(And)
We gots to separate
Whatever it takes
All these true from the fakes

Whatever it takes
(And 'cause)
This is how we show and prove
Whatever it takes
'Cause we ain't got nothin' to lose

Whatever it takes, whatever it takes
Whatever it takes, whatever it takes
Whatever it takes

Whatever it takes, whatever it takes
This is our house, this is our house
This is our house, this is our house
This is our house, this is our house, our house
Whatever it takes, whatever it takes

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Bedlam - Lyrics - Delivery Man - Elvis Costello

Title: Bedlam
Album: Delivery Man
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
I've got this phosphorescent portrait
Of gentle Jesus meek and mild
I've got this harlot that I'm stuck with
Carrying another man's child

The solitary star announcing vacancy
Burnt out as we arrived
They'd throw us back across the border
If they knew that we survived

And they were surprised to see us
So they greeted us with palms
They asked for ammunition acts
Of contrition and small alms

I might recite a small prayer if I ever said them
I lay down on an iron frame and found myself in Bedlam
I wish that I could take something for drowning out the noise
Wailing echoes down the corridors

I've got this imaginary radio
And I'm punching up the dial
I've got the AC trained on the TV
So it won't blow up in my eye

And everything that I thought fanciful
And mocked as too extreme
Must be family entertainment here
In the strange land of my dreams

And I'm practicing my likeness
Of St. Francis of Assisi
For if I hold my hand outstretched
A little bird comes to me

And I might recite a small prayer if I ever said them
I lay down on an iron frame and found myself in Bedlam
Escaping from the fingers that were stretching through the bars
Wailing echoes down the corridors

The player piano picks out 'Life goes on'
The ring tone rang out 'Jerusalem'
Into the pit of sadness where the rank of wretched plunge
We've buried all the innocents we must bury revenge

They've got this scared and decorated girl
Strapped to the steel trunk of a Mustang
And then they drove her down a cypress grove
Where traitors hang and stars still spangle

They dangled flags and other rags
Along a colored thread of twine
They dragged that bruised and purple heart
Along the road to Palestine

Someone went off muttering
He mentioned thirty pieces
Easter saw a slaughtering
Each wrapped in bloodstained fleeces

My thoughts returned to vengeance
But I put up no resistance
Though it seemed a long way from my home
It really was no distance

And I might recite a small prayer if I ever said them
I lay down on an iron frame and found myself in Bedlam
Bowing like an actor acknowledging applause
Playing the crusader who was conquering the Mars
And he knew the consequences but he won't accept the cause
Wailing echoes down the corridors

Feel it, feel it

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Mountains Of Burma - Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Title: Mountains Of Burma
Artist: Midnight Oil
Composer(s): Robert Hirst

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Lyric:
The tucker box is empty now
The heart of Kelly's country cleared
The gangers on the southern line
Like the steam trains have disappeared

Pelicans glide
Miracles up in the skies
We vote for a government
With axes in its eyes

Mountains of Burma
The road to Mandalay
In the mountains of Burma
Light years away, mountains of Burma

Will the sons of Solidarity
Still march on May Day
Will the sisters of the seventies
Still fight for equal pay?

There's no one on the Reeperbahn
No more blankets handed out for land
We feed an economy
It's got blood on its hands

Mountains of Burma
The road to Mandalay
In the mountains of Burma
Light years away, mountains of Burma

Pack your bags full of guns and ammunition
Bills fall due for the industrial revolution
Scorch the earth till the earth surrenders

Soldiers of armies
Storm empty fields
In a traveller's trance
On the way to the high frontier

Sleepwalkers stumble
Cable cars run aground
Imaginary enemies
Form high above the clouds



In the mountains of Burma
Light years away, mountains of Burma

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Left, Right, Left - Lyrics - Drama

Title: Left, Right, Left
Artist: Drama
Composer(s): Alphonso Jordan, Lorenzo Jordan, Demetrius L Stewart, T Cook

Lyric:
Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up, right, left
Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up
Forward march

Y'all niggas ain't ready for this 350 my Chevy
24/7 top drop brains ripped out, disappear like I'm Makaveli
187 Timberland boot disposing of these leather gloves
Ski mask on with a Chinese chopper and the ammunition to start a war

M I M I L I K about face double time to the rear
Nobody move till I say get ready to ride no need to cry
Hope y'all niggas ain't scared to die
You can die in here we handlin' thangs
A T L A N T A G A that's where I stay, march

Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up, right, left
Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up
Forward march

On the grind handlin' mine on that shit til my dyin' day
Keepin' it real, keepin' it trill, never catch me without that steel
Godby Road is where I trap, puttin' in work like a 9 to 5
Stay game tight, left on right, all my troops stay tru alright

T I G H T to the T 2 D E F that's me
P A P E to the R C H A S and E
And that's until my D to the Y I N G D A Y
Now get your gats and get on up and come on join my infantry

Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up, right, left
Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up
Forward march

A T L A N T A G A that's where I S T A Y
Until my D to the Y I N G D A Y back to that
A T L A N T A G A that's where I S T A Y
Until my D to the Y I N G D A to the motherfuckin' Y
Forward march

Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up, right, left
Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up
Forward march

Left keep it in step
Left keep it in step
Left keep it in step
Keep it in step, keep it in step

Left keep it in step
Left keep it in step
Left keep it in step, keep it in step
Forward march

1, army, 2, tight military, 3, grenade my
4, 5 still a bustin', 6, rounds 'cuz I'm trill with this
7 mo' for the busta in the blue suit
8 choppers and they filled with troops
9 seconds 'foe you lose ya life
10 automatic firin' weapons
Now get on up, get on up, get on up

Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up, right, left
Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up, right, left
Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up
Forward march

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In Due Time - Lyrics - The Human Factor - Metal Church

Title: In Due Time
Album: The Human Factor
Artist: Metal Church
Composer(s): Mike Howe, John Marshall, Kurdt Vanderhoof, Craig Wells

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Lyric:
I'm trapped in the pressure cooker
When will I ever learn?
While my world has reached the boiling
Point of no return

Don't light a match near me
I'm bound to explode
Don't pull this shit with me
I want what I'm owed

I've seen the facts and the figures you hide
You time is coming, you're caught in a lie

Too many potions in my cabinet
Too many lives left on the line
If you are one of those who made me end up crazy
You will get your's all in due time

One more hour of induced psychosis
I'll be a real nut case
That's what I get for listening to you
You put me in this place

Don't light a match near me
I'm bound to explode
Don't pull this shit with me
I want what I'm owed

My reservations have left me to die
You're two-faced and scheming, I spit in your eye

Too many potions in my cabinet
Too many lives left on the line
If you are one of those who made me end up crazy
You will get your's all in due time

I'm in a no-win situation with no timeouts left
Time for heavy ammunition, time for action, no regrets

Too many potions in my cabinet
Too many lives left on the line
If you are one of those who made me end up crazy
You will get your's all in due time

Too many potions in my cabinet
Too many lives left on the line
If you are one of those who made me end up crazy
You will get your's in due time

You'll get your's, you'll get your's
You'll get your's, you'll get your's
You'll get your's, you'll get your's
In due time

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