Another Ugly Face - Lyrics - The Muffs

Title: Another Ugly Face
Artist: The Muffs
Composer(s): Kimberly Shattuck

Lyric:
You watching me, watching you
You're another ugly face, it?s true
Another time and another old place
I'll break your teeth and smash your face

Another joy, you pass along if you will leave and carry on

I want to know what you want
Right by my side you pass a lot
And if you say that I'm not real aware
Just look into my eyes I'm there

Another joy, you pass along if you will leave and carry on

Do you think you have a life now?
Do you think about me day and day and night and

Another joy, you pass along if you will leave
Another joy, you pass along if you will leave
And carry on and carry on and carry on and carry on

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Flash'S Confession - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Flash'S Confession
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
I've just had a dream that I never will forget, that I wish I could erase
I was standin' on the street with a whole crowd of people
No one knew my name, and I was just another face
No one looked at me or touched me, spoke to or acknowledged me
I had no identity or individuality
No thoughts of my own, no mind or personality
I was just a no one, a total nonentity

I'm just a number waiting to be called
It is time for confessin' it all
I'm just another face
Yes, it's time for confessin' it all

Been a cheat, been a crook
Never gave, I always took
Crushed people to acquire
Anything that I desired
Been deceitful and a liar
Now I'm facin' Hell fire

I can't believe that my time has come
For confessin' all the evil and the wrong that I've done
The reckoning's come and now I'm just a no one
I confess to the timid and the meek
To the cripples and the beggars and the tramps in the street
I confess my cruelty, my ego and conceit

I've opened up my body and looked inside
And I'm everything that I once despised
I confess for the thieves, the affected and deranged
I confess for the muggers and incurably insane
I confess to the ugly for being so vain
I confess to those I hurt for causing them pain

I'm just a number waiting to be called
It is time for confessing it all
I'm just another face
And it's time for confessin' it all
Yes, it's time for confessin' it all
Yes, it's time for confessin' it all

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A Welcome Burden - Lyrics - Disturbed

Title: A Welcome Burden
Artist: Disturbed
Composer(s): Dan Donegan, Mike Wengren, Steve Kmak, David Draiman

Lyric:
Shout

Heavy, you want it heavy
Welcome to my world, feel the weight of it grinding down and
Heavy, I want it heavy
Welcome to my world, feel the weight of it grinding down again

[Incomprehensible]

Gather your pathetic masses and bring them to me
To a world devoid of lie, to another time, to another place
And then the broken ones taste my misery

Rip away her disguise and you will realize that ya find
The truth is sickening we don't need to change it, really
I kind of like it ugly

Lay it, make it binding
Seathing, blinding, screaming

Heavy, you want it heavy
Welcome to my world, feel the weight of it grinding down and
Heavy, I want it heavy
Welcome to my world, feel the weight of it grinding down again

[Incomprehensible]

Gather your psychotic masses and bring them to me
To a world devoid of sanity, another time and another place
And then the violent ones crave calamity

Rip away her disguise and you will realize that ya find
The truth is sickening we don't need to change it, really
I kind of like it ugly

Lay it, make it binding
Seathing, blinding, screaming

The race of the Mother Culture is thickening
The rape of the Mother Culture is nearing
The face of the Mother Culture is sickening
The rape of a Mother is the loving I need
Bleeding now, 1 2 3 4

The race of the Mother Culture is thickening
The rape of the Mother Culture is nearing
The face of the Mother Culture is sickening
The rape of a Mother is the loving I need
Bleeding now, 1 2 3 4

Heavy, you want it heavy
Welcome to my world, grinding down and
Heavy, I want it heavy
Feel the weight of it grinding

Heavy, you want it heavy
You want it heavy, you want it heavy

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On The Other Side - Lyrics - Monolith - Kansas

Title: On The Other Side
Album: Monolith
Artist: Kansas
Composer(s): Kerry Livgren

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Lyric:
The empty page before me now, the pen is in my hand
The words don't come so easy but I'm trying
I'm searching for a melody or some forgotten line
They can slip away from us so quickly
Don't be unkind I'm not complaining
I only feel it needs explaining

And though I've said it all before I'll say it once again
Everyone needs something to believe in
So turn around, turn around it's on the other side
Feel the sound, feel the sound, it's coming from deep inside
It will fill you with emotion, if you let it be your guide
So turn around, turn around, it's on the other side

I'm waiting for the day to end another to begin
Somehow I've forgotten what it stood for
I look into your face and see the searching in your eyes
I will be your servant till the end
The music plays and for a moment I feel
That all these days are so fulfilling

And though I've said it all before I'll say it once again
Everyone needs something to believe in
So turn around, turn around it's on the other side
Feel the sound, feel the sound, it's coming from deep inside
It will fill you with emotion, if you let it be your guide
So turn around, turn around, it's on the other side

Desperation shows its ugly face in many ways
No one can escape the times we live in
The answers are so simple and we all know where to look
But it's easier just to avoid the question
And if I seem too inconclusive
It's just because it's so elusive

And though I've said it all before I'll say it once again
Everyone needs something to believe in
So turn around, turn around it's on the other side
Feel the sound, feel the sound, it's coming from deep inside
It will fill you with emotion, if you let it be your guide
So turn around, turn around, it's on the other side

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Your Lucky Day In Hell - Lyrics - Beautiful Freak - Eels

Title: Your Lucky Day In Hell
Album: Beautiful Freak
Artist: Eels
Composer(s): Mark Everett, Mark Goldenberg

Lyric:
Mama grapped onto the milkman's hand
And then she finally gave birth
Years go by still I don't know
Who shall inherit this earth

And no one will know my name until it's on a stone

This could be your lucky day in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day in hell, in hell

Waking up with an ugly face
Winston Churchill in drag
Looking for a new maternal embrace
Another tired old gag

Am I just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones?

This could be your lucky day in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day in hell, in hell

Father Theresa you can't make me into you
I never wanna be like you
Why can't you see it's me?
You know it's time to let me go

This could be your lucky day in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day in hell, in hell, in hell

This could be your lucky day in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell, in hell
This could be your lucky day in hell, in hell, in hell, in hell

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Checkout Line - Lyrics - Mobile Estates - Citizen King

Title: Checkout Line
Album: Mobile Estates
Artist: Citizen King
Composer(s): Matthew John Sims, David J. Cooley

Lyric:
Well, it's up in the air an escalator away
A comma into the phrase, another ticket to pay
Well, I can't see where this is going again
Because I'm behind with every line that I'm in
Single file in the pile, Calgon take me away
Smile on the ugly face, while I'm

Waiting in the checkout line where I waste my time
Marinade and skip again, I'll be doing fine in the meantime
Until the next time I'm waiting in the checkout line

Liquid crystal display turning a year and a day
A special light for the blues on a big holiday
Well, I can't see where this is going again
Because I'm dead last with every line that begins
Register's on the edge with a one-way exchange
Paper or plastic today, while I'm

Waiting in the checkout line where I waste my time
Marinade and skip again, I'll be doing fine in the meantime
Until the next time I'm waiting in the checkout line
Where I waste my time, marinade and skip again I'll be doing fine
Till the next time, till the next time

Well, it's up in the air in the checkout line
Where I waste my time, marinade and skip again
An escalator away in the checkout line
Where I waste my time, marinade and skip again

I'm checking in at the checkout, I'm boomerang on the dime drop
Stop just passing by, just passing by

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Detour - Lyrics - Bis

Title: Detour
Artist: Bis
Composer(s): Amanda Mackinnon, Steven James Clark, Lois Maffeo, John Mckenzie Clark

Lyric:
The future is clear
Let's get into gear
I'm willing to ask
Do you wanna go my way?

You're out on your own
You're never alone
There's people around
But do you wanna go my way?

They threw me out of town, said I'm a hooligan
They never want to see my ugly face again
I'm looking for a ride, I need to get someplace
I'm feeling disillusioned with the human race

Heat on the skyline, have you got the time?
I'll sit here by the road for yet another day
But whatever road you're taking, I will go that way

Theres trouble in town
They wanna see you go down
Let's make our escape
Do you wanna go my way?

I'll give you what's mine
I'll throw you a line
Just make up your mind
Do you wanna go my way?

What do you want me to say?
Just give me a little trust
And answer me
Do you wanna go my way?

I don't know where I am but it's a long way from home
I haven't got a penny for the telephone
I don't know who my friend are, who my friends will be
But I'm feeling like it's happening for you and me

You're my driver, I'm your passenger
The night is looking friendlier than any day
We're racing into it and I will go that way

The future is bright
We'll drive by night
If anyone asks
We're busy making our own way

We'll sleep in the shade
And watch what we've made
They'll never catch on
So do you wanna go my way?

What do you want me to say?
Just give me a little trust

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Down With The Clown - Lyrics - The Great Milenko - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Down With The Clown
Album: The Great Milenko
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Utsler, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
This one goes out to the ninjas
That's been down since Carnival of Carnage
Naw, fuck that, since Dog Beats
Naw fuck that, since Basement Cuts, muthafucka

How long will the juggalos be down wit me?
How long till they forget me? Check it out
What if I grew another fuckin' head?
And his name was Violent Ed?

And he head butt me every time I cussed?
I would need two microphones when I bust
Would you show me love even with another head?
Or would you be like, "Fuck you and Ed"

Or, what if I sold out like a bitch
And took the make-up off and went soft?
Call myself Detroit Southwest Lover
And put my ugly-ass face on the album cover?

Went R&B top ten hit
And we had Jodeci singin' all over our shit?
Fuck that though, yo, I'm a juggalo
So don't forget me like ya did with Menendo

What about when the world's like fuck us, kill us?
What will ya be? Down
What about when I'm a hundred and three?
What will ya be? Down, down

What about when the world's like fuck us, kill us?
What will ya be? Down
What about when the carnival comes to ya town?
I'm a be down wit' the clown!

How long will ya be down with a ghetto puppet?
I say I'm sick in the nugget and ya love it
I ate a dead body, I ain't proud of it
I told you all about it and you all applaud it

I got problems, I'm haunted by a carnival
I could run and tell a doctor but what for?
I just put it on tape wit a phat beat
And make a quick buck, I'm like, fuck

I could've came out sportin' some hammer pants
Kick steppin' with Shaggs and try to dance
Makin' mom happy, keepin' it soft
I'd rather grab my dick and tell your mom to fuck off

I know then you'd probably start to trip
And swing at me, but hit Violent Ed in the lip
Look, I don't even know what I'm tryin' ta say
Just don't forget me like ya did with Rob Base

What about when the world's like fuck us, kill us?
What will ya be? Down
What about when I'm a hundred and three?
What will ya be? Down, down

What about when the world's like fuck us, kill us?
What will ya be? Down
What about when the carnival comes to ya town?
I'm a be down wit the clown!

I'm a be down, I'm a be down
Down wit the clown till I'm dead in the ground
I'm a be down, I'm a be down
Down wit the clown till I'm dead in the ground
I'm a be down, I'm a be down
Down wit the clown till I'm dead in the ground

Hello, somebody page me
Hi, who the fuck is this?
It, it's me, you said I could page you
No, no, you misunderstood me, I said fuck you
Nobody cares if you're dead or alive, so go fuck yourself
Okay, call me later, bye

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Don'T U Know - Lyrics - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Title: Don'T U Know
Artist: Ol' Dirty Bastard
Composer(s): Russell Jones, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
"Oh cutie, got it goin' on"
"Cute, what, that dirty motherfucker"
"You buggin'"
"Ain't no buggin', he's some ugly motherfucker"
"You buggin', no, look at his disposition, shorty gotta stride"

"What stride, ugly motherfucker, he ain't shit"
"See, that's my plate, brother may kill me like that"
"You got mad sour flavor on shorty, 'cuz that ain't shit at all"
"I'm, yo, G, I don't think you really realizes it, look at him"

"Look at what, dirty motherfucker, he ain't shit"
"You don't see what I see, B"
"I don't see nothin', you ain't blind, sisso"
"True, true, personally, just look at him, homies at his disposition"

Approach the school nine thirty, you're late, this time happy
The solution was my date, get in your class, walk to your chair
Pop is all you see and then occasionally stare at the teacher
More, tune in to we're clockin' ya, lean back at this girl kept clockin'

Ya' hood simulated from a 'Sensimilia' blonde, tell the young girl
Baby, you're the one I want, she doesn't respond, pretends to ignore
So you say to yourself, it be her old and sore mentally pitchin' lies
The aim on the board as hot and wild pussy you cannot afford this

Ooh, what slim and trim was my inner friend, dear, quietly I want him
To know my boots, to rap out loose in my class, but I kept sayin'
The size of my dick and that ass, so I turned around to arrange a date
Swingin' episode, baby, number one's gotta say it, she popped a gum

Cold twist to come, I said, baby, how you feel? She said, sure
Then I said, sure, I just found my thrill wear it in the classroom
Know I'm Blueberry Hill, 'cause what I said just bottled her hate
She put her face on the chest, this is what the bitch said

"Because of you I ain't hurtin' but then my, within my heart
'Cause no, I'm not right to be flirtin, but our relationship has to start
You're the one that I'm clockin', stop or you could stop mockin'
Don't want you to see me cry, this is why, this is why, this is why"

I met a girl named Chandra, from way down yonder
'The apple of my eye' had a Snapple and some fries, forgot the catch's Up, thats when I pressed up, "I've been watching you mowin' your lawn"
The thoughts were flowin', while I'm holding the palm

"Hey whats that on your menu?" from there we continued
And talk about this and that we chit and chat, sipped on the Coke
Then I stroked the back as she giggled and I wiggled to the bra
She said, nah, that's when I noticed her pah

Big Tank, who did nothing but the spank at parties, drink Bacardi
And didn't think just act silly, with his brother Willy another Hillbilly Gettin' ill with the Philly and moonshine, but it's a new time of day
On the stoop doin' the Patty Duke, ok, it's like that old flip flaps
Through the shower caps, the platform shoes to Apple Jacks
Chub, chub

Yo, you niggaz, niggaz be actin' like they be lovin' them, them, them Fancy bitches, I, I likes me a nasty bitch, bitch that's willing to do Anything at any given time, bitch, gotta be nasty 'cuz I'm a nasty nigga
I do anything baby, I wouldn't give a fuck what it was
I'll, ah, anythin' I'm a nasty motherfucker, girl

I'm just sittin' right, in my class at a quarter to ten, right
Waiting patiently for the class to begin, right, teacher says
"Open up your texts, you read the first paragraph on 'Oral Sex'"
I said "Oral sex, what kind of class is this?"

Yo, next to me said, "Whats wrong with you man, this is a lesson
That makes you feel fine, kinda ease your nerves and relax your mind"
I said "Don't try to use no hypnotic spell"
She said "Be my assistant, I'd show rather tell"

My knees buckled heart started to drop my dick grew to a size
That my nerve couldn't stop, I tried to run, She yelled out "Freeze"
Pulled down my draws, dropped to her knees, ripped of my draws
As if she had claws, broke the rules that defined, sex laws

She responded quick, with a slick, welcomin' kiss and a ice cream lick
Ooh, I begged, I begged, "Easy on my balls, they're fragile as eggs"
Part 2 comin' up

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Who Killed It? - Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

Title: Who Killed It?
Album: Hip Hop Is Dead
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): William Adams, S Gibbs, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty broad
Guess they'll never play it again Sam

Damn that was my jam, now she's on the lam
She made it out with 200 grand, what a scam!
While these two compete on who's the star of the show
Golden legs there makes off with the dough

I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher
He says one glance is all it took ya, she's a real looker
They say her old man's a bootlegger
Transporting in any weather, and at this rate we'll never get her

Fellas, think it's time to call it a night
All this talk of this mystery dame's gettin' me tight
Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right

Hate to spoil the party, what are you guys havin', the same?
Waiter, another round for the gang
It's strange how I always felt outta place
Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in comes Freckle Face

So I said 'S-see you later'
'Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers
He met them in Louisiana wrestling gators
An idiot can tell they're involved with the caper

So I pulled the revolver on my waist up
Between the patrol car and the gray truck
Behind the street lamp was a silhouette
White gloves and a real long cigarette

What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope
She spoke says the Devil got you guys by the throat
Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence
That's the reason why Eric B is not president

Well, what do ya say
Ya see?
Ya see?
Ya see?

Look here see
I know you got soul your trying to hide it
How did you kill a man out in Cypres
One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs with the criminal minded
Says you guys did it doggy style is he lyin'

She says, 'Walk this way I'll tell you a children's story'
We hit the bodega got her a few 40's
We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried
Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide

Swallowed it, whole bottle's half empty
Drinks like a fish now she's past tipsy
The truth came out as we got to her suave house
Chopped and screwed, her mouth and sat me on the couch

I said it's gettin' late c'mon give it to me straight
Who's ya sponsor lady? She says Bill Gates
What are ya born '77 or '78?
She says, ?Nah it goes way to an earlier date?

Slave times, claims the slaves said rhymes
But she fell in love with some fella named Clive
Who? Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave
The Bronx, now she shows me the cash

I said who's Clive, don't play with me skirt
She said Clive Campbell, he's Kool Herc

Listen up sweetheart, now we gettin' somewhere
As she's talkin' she starts vanishing in thin air
But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died
She said, ?If you really love me I'll come back alive?

Hip hop is so fucking dead!

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Hold On Be Strong - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Hold On Be Strong
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Philip Bailey, Duane Nettlesby, Steve Beckmeier, Tupac Shakur, Vince Branch, Al Mckay

Lyric:
Hold on, yeah, it's gonna be alright
Don't trip, baby, it'll get better

Ay, do this thug style man, thug style
When this whole beat drop
We just gon' run it to 'em bad
It's all good

I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin' weed in my bag lunch
And all through Junior High, we was just gettin' by
And driveby's robbed my homies of their young lives

I never did cry and even though I had
Pain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start
They couldn't tell me nothin', they all tried to help me
The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy

I traveled places, caught cases, what a ill year
I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here
Never did like the police, let the whole world know
Now I gets no peace 'cause they chasin' me down

And facin' me now, what do I do?
These thangs that a thug goes through and still I rise
So keep ya head up and make ya mind strong
It's a struggle every day but you gotta hold on

Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, when it's on it's on
Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, be strong when it's on it's on

Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, when it's on it's on
Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, be strong when it's on it's on

There's never a good day 'cause in my hood they
Let they AK's pump strays where the kids play
And every Halloween check out the murder scene
Can't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen

My homies dyin' 'fore they get to see they birthdays
These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray
And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth
I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto and if it does
Does it matter if you blood or you 'cuz
Remember how it was? The picnics and the parties in the projects
Small time drinkin' gettin' high with the mamis

Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I'm dealin' with the madness, raised by a single mother
I'm tryin' to tell you when it's on, you gotta keep your head
To the sky and be strong, most of all hold on

Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, when it's on it's on
Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, be strong when it's on it's on

Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, when it's on it's on
Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, be strong when it's on it's on

(Hold on, be strong when it's on it's on)
I know them ain't tears comin' down your face
(But hold on, be strong when it's on it's on)
Wipe your eyes, in this world only the strong survive sweetheart

(But hold on, be strong when it's on it's on)
Hmm, I know it's hard out there
(But hold on, be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
Welfare, AIDS, earthquakes

(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
Muggings, carjackings, yeah, we got problems
(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
But believe me when I tell you things always get better

(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
God don't like ugly and God don't like no quitters
(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
You know what Billie Holiday said baby
God bless the child that can hold his own

(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
You know? You got to stand strong
(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
And when these bustas try to knock you out your place
You stand there to they face
(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
Tell 'em hold on and be strong

The game don't stop
(Hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
This here is Black Man
(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
If you don't never learn nothin', learn one thing
It don't stop 'til the casket dropped, uh
Thug for life, feel me

All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
When things get bad, especially come the first and the fifteenth
Stay strong and stay ballin', hold on
I'll catch y'all at the next life, we in traffic

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U Don'T Have 2 Worry - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: U Don'T Have 2 Worry
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Quincy Iii Jones, Donna Hunter, Tupac Shakur, Mutah Beale, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Heh, say, you, you scared to ride in my car
'Cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin' at it
It ain't even that deep, baby

You don't have to worry, you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes

Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes
No love shown, get disposed of blasted full blown
My unknown tendencies to mash my car
Getting' wicked with my ski mask, find the stash an' dump

Why niggaz run? I'm the last one standin', the rest die
Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, West Side
Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew

Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters
Niggaz tried to kill me an' I fed they wife an' they daughters

Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
Pass the fame an' let the game go rollin' past
Why you change? It's a cold world taught me life
Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right

Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick
Bullshit nigga 'cause I'm still fuckin' yo' bitch
Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga, fuck the fame

Don't remember 'Hit 'Em Up', don't make us do it once more
Yo' niggaz know you ain't fuckin' with them Outlawz
We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn
Your the type to get sniped when the cops is lookin'

Don't nobody give a fuck 'cause you done, crossed the game
Lost in fame an' you should take all the blame
You made yo' bed nigga lay in it
Scared to come up out that cell, nigga, stay in it

It's not a game only got one click, we Outlawz from the do'
Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin' the flo'
We dirty as the motherfuckin' streetz of Jerz
We sweep niggaz with the words though the heat's preferred, holla

You don't have to worry, you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, we Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know

'Pac, I wish I was in the motherfuckin' car wit'cha
I'd have took every bullet that they threw, Hand of God, nigga
I only got one click, Outlawz 'til I'm gone
Heavy in the game an' we comin' for they fuckin' throne

The love is gone well, it is what it is
An' plottin' on us, they best be prayin' for they kids, mayne
You don't have to worry 'cause I ride for ya
Like K said, over loyal, even tell 'bout a lie for ya

You put me in the game an' dog, I owe it all to ya
An' when it get to poppin', I'ma fuckin' ball for ya
An' everythin' I do, gon' have your names on it
I'll never let them forget, I put my seeds on it

You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth
In the middle of the desert, nigga, lace your boots
As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest
You studio niggaz still remind your vest

Why the fuck you ain't done yet? Swallow yo' teeth
In the field you woulda been, need a straw when you eat
Fuck a glock nine, that shit is weak on the streets
An' if you can't strategize then you just can't eat

If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded
An' if it's beef an' your man disappear, then don't sweat it
Another fake nigga usin' my strengths to get credit
I mean, to my face sound scared but your heartbeat said it

You don't have to worry, you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know

I was born ugly, unlucky an' dusty
But now I'm a rider, connivin', gutsy
An' I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me
An' that's how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me

I play for keeps like the OGs raised me
If I sleep, I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby?
An' I think I'm goin' crazy 'cause my hair is gettin' thiner
I've been drinkin' on the daily, I can hardly remember

I got bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me
I love the Lord but the church can't cure me
I sleep light, I wake peekin' out my window
With guns under my mats an' guns under the pillow

An' that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me
But don't twist it 'cause none of y'all niggaz worry me
What the fuck, you didn't know?
Kizza-Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow

You nervous, nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt
Y'all niggaz can't fade me with the clippers
We put it down, look around, 'til we find you, we hound
Penitentiary bound, to remind you

Kadafi, I bring the lingo to the click
Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin' through your chimney like Kris Kringle
On some shit, get me free to let my ice click
Ka pling, ka plow, I been a thug shootin' slugs since a child

You don't have to worry, you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know

Let the punks know
Let the punks know
Let the punks know

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A Hard Rain'S Gonna Fall - Lyrics - George Harrison

Title: A Hard Rain'S Gonna Fall
Artist: George Harrison
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways

I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

It's a hard and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

What did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin'
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world

Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog

I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in hatred

It's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest

Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
The executioner's face is always well hidden

Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color and none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
Reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it

Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

It's a hard rain's a gonna fall
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall

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Repeat - Lyrics - Guide To Better Living - Grinspoon

Title: Repeat
Album: Guide To Better Living
Artist: Grinspoon
Composer(s): Joe Hansen, Phil Jamieson

Lyric:
She looked so pretty pity perfect stranger
Sold connections for the buy in major
Lobby fucking with the bird board turf board
Need a license to observe and I swear they'd never lie
Just shows how much that

She goes, she goes, she goes
Round, round, round, she goes, she goes

Ugly race day and a rain face loser
Printing money on parole beats loser
Your hands stuck in your pocket
Digress confess you offered
But you burnt the house down
Just like the movies

She goes, she goes, she goes
Round, round, round
She goes, she goes, yeah

Pretty past did you forget my story
Lost a kitten on the road to glory
I know I could have been there
But I wasn't so it doesn?t matter
Patch me another line, we'll laugh about it

He knows, he knows
He knows nothing now
He knows, he knows
He knows nothing now

Seagulls, seagulls
Seagulls fly around
She knows, she goes, yeah

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To The Left - Lyrics - Crucial Conflict

Title: To The Left
Artist: Crucial Conflict
Composer(s): Corey Johnson, Marrico King, Willie Hutchinson, Ralph Leverston, Wondosas Martin

Lyric:
Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man

I was born to be a pimp
Ain't lovin' no hoes, never no half-stepping'
Never caught on my square
So there, when I ride I pass my weapon

Whoever want to go to war, better come fully equipped
When I grip my clip thats it, I'm on some gangbangin' shit
In my hood gotta slang, gotta bang
Was the knowledge I (unverified) to the left side

Went under [unverified] walkin'
Well, hangin' on the curb puffing herb
Straight hustlin' night and day, gotta get my nine
Strappin' up my glock and hoody, I'm lookin' for goodys on your block

This is a stick up, don't make it no limit let's pick up
(Nigga)
You can get up, get lit up, pussy motherfucka
You best to give it up to the right, that's them niggas conception
But thats cool, get your money but I'm gone break it to the left

Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man

They said this nigga wasn't gone come up
Just run up wit his bad ass
I'ma tell ya momma, daddy did it with the flu
And I thought you knew it, bitch

Comin' from the CHI, bang my shit to the left side
Homicide a double in the drive-by, come out run by nigga gone die why?
I was only fifteen years old, never handlin' a vice lord steady growing
I learn my shit from the niggas comin' up in that county whoa

Blastin' at the niggas on the other side
Picking up the trigger when you come up right?
Ain't no love what love got to do with it
When you be slappin' them ugly bitches

Bitches gone get you caught up, fighting over them hoes
She be giving up the pussy left and right
I could've fucked that hoe last night
Rolling down the block, I be the mack and playa of the set

Fourty-five automatic if you want to get off your chest
Shoulda broke it to the left man

Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man

Listen up, I heard some mothafucker said that they want some static
Lets grab them automatics, I'ma let you bitches have it
For fuckin' wit' the wrong motherfucker
That you thought you had you a trickhead

Run up on a goddamn Lunatic, one slick so you want the dub shit
And your whole click ain't shit to me
Try to play these games with the C O L D
Bustin' caps in ya ass going fifty miles fast

Know you hoes can come and see me
'Cuz it don't mean shit, I'm ready to turn it on any time
Specially when I come to shoot
I'm a loon and I'ma have that damn nine

Only you some nigga dying
To hell wit' his momma and them and all that crying
Nigga shouldn't did what he did now he's a dead ass clown
Another nigga that wont make it in this world man

Played himself to the right
And that shit wasn't right, now its a damn shame
Should've broke it to the left man

Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man

Could it be that a nigga want to play game
And the game done already been played
Trying to get with this gangbangalistic shit
For your homies in they grave

Had to think about murder but you couldn't go deep
So get ready for tha street sweeper, going to be a cold creeper
When you told the playa pimp I'll beat ya
And a nigga like me was always in the game

'Cuz I kept my shit tight, niggas talkin' 'bout we used to fight
Nigga used to get they ass [unverified]
And it's still the same up in the CHI
Thats where my nigga rose dwell, bustin' butts up in they face
On the murder case, bring they bullet proofs wit mace

And you we was all good, comin up, getting paid
Smokin' on a fat sack, gat to the left
Lay back in the cut drinking Tanqueray
Pimpin' I think I'll never do

To the right thats tight but I'ma stay
In the cradle, if ya able
Break it to the left man

Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man
...

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Hit 'Em Up - Outlawz - Lyrics - 2Pac- Greatest Hits - 2pac

Title: Hit 'Em Up - Outlawz
Album: 2Pac- Greatest Hits
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Dennis Lambert, Franne Golde, Duane S Hitchings, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Well, come on, come on, take money
Come on, come on, take money
Come on, come on, wassup nigga?

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
West side when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa but, I fucked your wife
We bust on bad boys, niggas fuck for life

Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip
Biggie smalls and junior mafia, some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming while we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools

You know the rules, Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up, see yah in pieces, now be deceased
Little Kim, don't fuck with real ass G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace

I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the west side ride the night
Bad boys murdered on wax and kill
Fuck with me and get your caps peeled
You know what you see

Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

[Incomprehensible]

Get out the way yo, get out the way, yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pacs the mac and let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting up traps

Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank, your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause, I'ma slam your ass in a pang

Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block, I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking junior mafia in front of yah nigga
With the ready power tucked in my guess
Under my EddieBower, tour clout petty sour
I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up

[Incomprehensible]
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open, tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping smoking dope

It's like a Shermine, niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn muthafucka you deserve to die
Talking about you getting money, but it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy, while you fucking with me

I'm a self made millionaire thug, livin' out of prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house

Now, it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now, I'm back to set the record straight with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate, muthafucka, I'll hit 'em up

I'm from New Jers, where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come, we bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio, Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees copin' pleas with these

Little Kim is yah, choked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck? Is you stupid? Take money
Crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block

With fifteen shot, cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East Coast props, brainstormed and locked

You'se a B writer, Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the alazhay with a chaser
'Bout to get murdered for the paper
E D I, I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke
Toting smoke, we ain't no muthafuckin' joke

Thug life, niggas better be known, be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking, no need for hoping
It's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As soon as the funk is bopping off, nigga, I hit 'em up

[Incomprehensible]
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

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Love Is In My Soul - Lyrics - M People

Title: Love Is In My Soul
Artist: M People
Composer(s): Mike Pickering, Paul Heard

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Lyric:
The world can beat me black 'n' blue
It can hurt so much it's just not true
Down and out and down at heel
But it sure can't change the way I feel

I feel a strength so deep within
A love to wash away the sin
Like the sound of the sea deep within a shell
To make your Heaven when all around is Hell

All manner of things can make me sing
But love's in my soul, love's in my soul
All manner of things can make me sing
But love's in my soul, love's in my soul

The tension grows and clouds your eyes
The swim upstream, the bridge of sighs
The cold stone walls and the metal jam
The ugly roar from a dying man

All these things that bring you down
Mean nothing more than a laughing clown
If you lift up your soul be strong be proud
You'll never be just another face in the crowd

All manner of things can make me sing
But love's in my soul, love's in my soul
All manner of things can make me sing
But love's in my soul, love's in my soul

All manner of things can make me sing
But love's in my soul, love's in my soul
All manner of things can make me sing
But love's in my soul, love's in my soul

All manner of things can make me sing
But love's in my soul, love's in my soul
All manner of things can make me sing
But love's in my soul, love's in my soul
Love's in my soul

Loves in my, loves in my
Loves in my, loves in my
Loves in my, loves in my
Loves in my, loves in my
Loves in my, loves in my
Loves in my, loves in my
Loves in my, loves in my
Loves in my, loves in my
Loves in my, loves in my
Loves in my, loves in my
Loves in my, loves in my
Loves in my, loves in my
My soul
Loves in my, loves in my soul

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Hit Em Up - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Hit Em Up
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Dennis Lambert, Franne Golde, Duane S Hitchings, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Well, come on, come on, take money
Come on, come on, take money
Come on, come on, wassup nigga?

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
West side when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa but, I fucked your wife
We bust on bad boys, niggas fuck for life

Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip
Biggie smalls and junior mafia, some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming while we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools

You know the rules, Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up, see yah in pieces, now be deceased
Little Kim, don't fuck with real ass G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace

I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the west side ride the night
Bad boys murdered on wax and kill
Fuck with me and get your caps peeled
You know what you see

Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

[Incomprehensible]

Get out the way yo, get out the way, yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pacs the mac and let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting up traps

Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank, your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause, I'ma slam your ass in a pang

Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block, I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking junior mafia in front of yah nigga
With the ready power tucked in my guess
Under my EddieBower, tour clout petty sour
I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up

[Incomprehensible]
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open, tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping smoking dope

It's like a Shermine, niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn muthafucka you deserve to die
Talking about you getting money, but it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy, while you fucking with me

I'm a self made millionaire thug, livin' out of prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house

Now, it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now, I'm back to set the record straight with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate, muthafucka, I'll hit 'em up

I'm from New Jers, where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come, we bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio, Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees copin' pleas with these

Little Kim is yah, choked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck? Is you stupid? Take money
Crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block

With fifteen shot, cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East Coast props, brainstormed and locked

You'se a B writer, Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the alazhay with a chaser
'Bout to get murdered for the paper
E D I, I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke
Toting smoke, we ain't no muthafuckin' joke

Thug life, niggas better be known, be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking, no need for hoping
It's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As soon as the funk is bopping off, nigga, I hit 'em up

[Incomprehensible]
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

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Tha Mobb - Lyrics - Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Lil' Wayne

Title: Tha Mobb
Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Gregory Green, Wilson Turbinton, Seon Thomas, Dwayne Carter

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Lyric:
Yeah, hard body
(Hard body)
Carter, carter, carter, yeah
Let's go

Cash Money, Young Money, motherfuck the other side
They can fuck with us if they want, I bring 'em homicide
Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin'
'Til they gettin' out the game, it's like comin' out of a coma
I'm tryin' but I'm normal when this rap shit get borin'
All I ask is that you pray for me
(Please)

And the beat keep cryin' and I'mma keep beatin' her
Fee' I'm fuckin' her, I'm deep in her sleep in her
And what happens when the reaper come
(Huh)
I'm just hopin' that he sends that elevator up
I made enough I ain't meant shit
So while I'm here I'mma take that and take this
(Nigga)

Breakfast, yes, let's eat, wipe ya mouth when ya finished
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner
To the criminal activity, fuck with them, they rushin' in
Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold
Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert
Carter II, tell me how is you gon' stop a riot
I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it
(Yeah)

I'm in the lead, I can pop a wheelie
(Got 'em)
Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb
(Go)
I'm here muhfucker make room, boom
Young Tune the big kahuna
It's my ocean, baby, y'all niggaz is tuna
Better now than sooner junior

Fly around ya city, try and take another tune ya
I ain't goin' nowhere special, I won't never leave
Shit, I'm already a legend if I ever leave
Game get rid of me? Not little me
Man, I got 'em, I'mma get 'em B
(I got 'em B)
I'm hungry like I didn't eat
I want it like I didn't see a mill before seventeen

What the fuck you niggaz tellin' me?
You pups can't keep up with the pedigree
Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies
Call myself settling palm trees Promethezine but what's new?
Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop
Get fucked so many times til it's fuck you
(Fuck 'em)

So how you wan' do it, baby, we can get it
All you gotta do is say it and I'm wit' it
Money and murder you, my nigga, my jelly preserver
I'mma ride baby, til' the judge give me a verdict, yeah
Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it
'Cuz every time I did it I hit it and hurt it, yeah
Now I kill it, the mission accomplished
The niggaz abolished the bitches astonished

Then they pay homage when did they find it but
Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so
They don't forget it, I underline it and
I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin' young'n
I been through all that I done, done what you sayin'
I put it down when the others was playin'
When the jungle was open, I rolled in with the riders
Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions

Quote, unquote with the eighth, I'm a gorilla but lighter
Wit' the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter, yeah
Start 'em, ignite 'em, I walk through fire
Watch the flames start multiplyin', whoo, yeah
Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga
Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga
I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit' a nigga
Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite

Fork in the road, I'm always goin' right
Nowadays knowin' life ain't no more road lights
We can't see but we gon' make it to the finish line
It's right there, the goal line right behind the scrimmage line
Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines
Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times
Damn, then one more to the face just
(Bow)

So they close the casket like I pay to close the case
I'm made straight mafia shit front line
Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit
If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich
So fuck 'em, I'mma let 'em sit
And I ain't duckin' 'cuz I'm right here I'm just enough
I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin' up
See you fuckin' up the money, baby, that ain't good business

You startin' to look like a witness and this is
For the gangstas and the bitches, the hustlers and the hoes
Crossover whatever mainstream know
'Cuz Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold
You heard it right here if the game was ever told
Lift up ya toes and look under a rug
Trust me there's history under all that dust

So deep down in the dirty there lies us
(Who?)
Yeah, Cash Money Records and I'm still up front
Stunna pop a bottle, baby, peel us a blunt
Let's eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut
What? You know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch
That's real shit if you ever seen such
Chuch

Tha Mobb
Nigga

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