Back Into Action - Lyrics - Handsome Devil

Title: Back Into Action
Artist: Handsome Devil
Composer(s): Danny Walker

Lyric:
Oh joy, lucky me I'm looking back at what I used to be
I'm looking back to see
See what I want to see, forget the darkest living part of me
The irony

Without a soul to stand by me, I'm waiting
For you to call me out suddenly

I'm back, back, back into action
Corner me and I'm back into action
Back, back, back into action
Corner me and I'm back into action

Tease me a little more, you made your play
And now you've got to go, you've gotta go
Don't wanna work it out, you'll never understand
What I'm about, you'll never know

Self-destruction all the way, I'm waiting
For you to call me out suddenly

I'm back, back, back into action
Corner me and I'm back into action
Back, back, back into action
Corner me and I'm back into action

I know you don't believe in me
Suddenly

I'm back, back, back into action
Corner me and I'm back into action
Back, back, back into action
Corner me and I'm back into action

I'm back
Back into action

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Everything'S A Go - Lyrics - M.A.D.E. - Memphis Bleek

Title: Everything'S A Go
Album: M.A.D.E.
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Linda Creed, Justin Gregory Smith, Thomas Bell, Malik Deshawn Cox

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Lyric:
Everything's a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's real
Everything's a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason
Everything's a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me
Everything's a go
Mami hit me on the jack told me meet her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to call her back, its a go

Bleek come scoop you, try to seduce you
Half Black and Chinese, she gave me the fu-fu
A little bit of that, wan-tan soup
From the hood, got more chips then wan-tan

But matter fact, got more cheese than nacho
Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all by myself
Now you haters wanna crowd my space

Hundred grand all in your face, motherfucker better fix ya face
For they butterfly-stitch ya face
If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in place
If the record sound 'Just' get the blaze, nigga

Put in back, on the block for motherfuckers
The Roc get hot, let 'em scream "It's the Roc, in ya area"
You better warn ya folks
They hate to see a real clique, but now

Everything's a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's real
Everything's a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason
Everything's a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me
Everything's a go
Mami hit me on the jack told me meet her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to call her back, its a go

Highest paid act, highest paid to rap
I advance myself, and pay myself back
Ha, man you gotta love that
When them pockets on "E" man you gotta hug that
Corner like you wanna proposal and lock that
Kill a nigga for the scrilla man I'm not above that

Oh hold on Young, let me get it back
You got beef in these streets, Lord, let me get a gat
Boy you now tuned into the greatest
Can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us

Nigga it's nothin', my crew and half dozens
That's 'cause we scramble, like we Vick's half cousins
Boy and get ya mind right nigga
We gon' put you on the news, you want lime light nigga
Channel 2 or Channel 4, you know what 9 like nigga
Groupie men, we put on UPN

Everything's a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's real
Everything's a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason
Everything's a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me
Everything's a go
Mami hit me on the jack told me meet her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to call her back, its a go

One, thug in the club, two, models to go
Three, bottles of Arma', four, jars of dro
Five shots to draw, my six hits took off
Seven you make Heaven, or eight, everything's a go

Mami got that ice in ya drink
Long legs short skirt, what you mean, everything's a go
My thugs out die of the club wit Timbs
Nine on ya waist, let's roll we gettin' in

Nigga I'm back for, I'm willin' to clap boy
You holdin' me back for' go
I spring into action, Brooklyn I'm back for
I'm bringin' it back boys 'cause

Everything's a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's real
Everything's a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason
Everything's a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me
Everything's a go
Mami hit me on the jack told me meet her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to call her back, its a go

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God Of Justice - Lyrics - Holding Nothing Back - Tim Hughes

Title: God Of Justice
Album: Holding Nothing Back
Artist: Tim Hughes
Composer(s): Timothy David Hughes

Lyric:
Fill us up, send us out
Fill us up, send us out
Fill us up, send us out
Fill us up, send us out

God of Justice, Saviour to all
Came to rescue the weak and the poor
Came to serve and not be served

And Jesus, You have called us
Freely we've received now freely we will give

We must go, live to feed the hungry
Stand beside the broken, we must go
Stepping forward keep us from just singing
Move us into action, we must go

Fill us up, send us out

To act justly everyday
Loving mercy in every way
Walking humbly before You God

You have shown us what You require
Freely we've received now freely we will give

We must go, live to feed the hungry
Stand beside the broken, we must go
Stepping forward keep us from just singing
Move us into action, we must go

Fill us up, send us out
Fill us up, send us out
Fill us up, send us out Lord

Fill us up, send us out
Fill us up, send us out
Fill us up, send us out Lord

Fill us up, send us out
Fill us up, send us out
Fill us up, send us out Lord

Fill us up, send us out
Fill us up, send us out
Fill us up, send us out Lord

To act justly, loving mercy
We must go, we must go
To the broken and the hurting
We must go, we must go

We must go, live to feed the hungry
Stand beside the broken, we must go
Stepping forward keep us from just singing
Move us into action, we must go

Fill us up, send us out

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Hands Held High - Lyrics - Minutes To Midnight - Linkin Park

Title: Hands Held High
Album: Minutes To Midnight
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Chester Bennington, Dave Farrell, Mike Shinoda, Brad Delson, Joseph Hahn, Robert Bourdon

Lyric:
Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin'
Lightweight step it aside when we comin'
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin?
People on the street, they panic and start runnin?

Words on loose leaf sheet complete comin?
I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumpin?
Healin' the blind, I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways, we march to the drummin?

Jump when they tell us they want to see jumpin?
F*** that! I want to see some fists pumpin?
Risk somethin', take back what's yours
Say somethin' that you know they might attack you for

?Cause I'm sick of bein' treated like I have before
Like I'm stupid standin? for what I'm standin? for
Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor

Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
These ******* are laughin? their way to the bank and cashin' the check
Askin' you to have compassion and have some respect

For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stutterin? and mumblin? for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watchin? at the end of the day
In their livin? room laughin? like, "What did he say?"

Amen, amen
Amen, amen
Amen

In my livin? room watchin? but I am not laughin?
'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen
The world is cold, the bold men take action
Have to react to get blown into fractions

10 years old is somethin' to see
Another kid my age drugged under a jeep
Taken and bound and found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought, "The next one could be me"

Do you see the soldiers that are out today
That brush the dust from bulletproof vests away?
It's ironic, at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday

There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes
My dad, he's got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show

My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back he hand wrote a quote inside
"When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die"

Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stutterin and mumblin? for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watchin? at the end of the day
Both scared and angry like, "What did he say?"

Amen, amen
Amen, amen

(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
(Amen)
With hands held high into a sky so blue
(Amen)
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

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This Year'S Fashion - Lyrics - Don't Cut Your Fabric to This Year's Fashion - Action Action

Title: This Year'S Fashion
Album: Don't Cut Your Fabric to This Year's Fashion
Artist: Action Action
Composer(s): Mark Thomas Kluepfel

Lyric:
Head trip on the scene again
Pumping in the veins of the rabid mouths to feed
Head back, obsolete
Trapped with the secrets that I cannot keep today

You got it, intrusive
Erratic, elusive
Your heart aches, infliction
Sporadic in an aging contradiction

I have a dream, it's them and not me
You lied, you lied, you lied, oh my
Sugar my life, sweeten my tea
You lied, you lied, you lied, oh my
You've got your hands around my throat
You've got your eyes inside my back
You lied, you lied, oh

Head spun by a thousand spiders
Sucked into their late night infomercials
Rolled back with every beat
Bound to the bond of a greater feature feat

You got it, intrusive
Erratic, elusive
Your heart aches, infliction
Sporadic in an aging contradiction

I have a dream, it's them and not me
You lied, you lied, you lied, oh my
Sugar my life, sweeten my tea
You lied, you lied, you lied, oh
You've got your hands around my throat
You've got your eyes inside my back
You lied, you lied, oh

I have a dream, it's them and not me
You lied, you lied, you lied, oh my
Sugar my life, sweeten my tea, oh
You've got your hands around my throat
You've got your eyes inside my back
You lied, you lied, oh

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Don'T Cut Your Fabric - Lyrics - Don't Cut Your Fabric to This Year's Fashion - Action Action

Title: Don'T Cut Your Fabric
Album: Don't Cut Your Fabric to This Year's Fashion
Artist: Action Action
Composer(s): Mark Thomas Kluepfel

Lyric:
Head trip on the scene again
Pumping in the veins of the rabid mouths to feed
Head back, obsolete
Trapped with the secrets that I cannot keep today

You got it, intrusive
Erratic, elusive
Your heart aches, infliction
Sporadic in an aging contradiction

I have a dream, it's them and not me
(You lied, you lied, you lied, oh my)
Sugar my life, sweeten my tea
(You lied, you lied, you lied, oh my)

You've got your hands around my throat
You've got your eyes inside my back
You lied, you lied, oh

Head spun by a thousand spiders
Sucked into their late night infomercials
Rolled back with every beat
Bound to the bond on a greater feature feat

You got it, intrusive
Erratic, elusive
Your heart aches, infliction
Sporadic in an aging contradiction

I have a dream, it's them and not me
(You lied, you lied, you lied, oh my)
Sugar my life, sweeten my tea
(You lied, you lied, you lied, oh my)

You've got your hands around my throat
You've got your eyes inside my back
You lied, you lied
You've got your hands around my throat

I have a dream, it's them and not me
(You lied, you lied, you lied, oh my)
Sugar my life, sweeten my tea
(You lied, you lied, you lied, oh my)

You've got your hands around my throat
You've got your eyes inside my back
You lied, you lied, oh

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Lay You Down - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Lay You Down
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Manuel Seal, Joseph Ward Simmons, Darryl Matthew Mcdaniels

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Lyric:
{This Don Chi Chi person that you call yourself?
What is he all about?
Does that mean that you could be devoted to one woman
And have others or does that mean you're not devoted at all?
Don Chi Chi basically is a glamorous
Fly assed playboy that's just you know
He ain't no one woman type man
I can't wait
It's me again
Whatchu waitin' for?
Trina and Tammy, so so Def, c'mon}

Why don't you and me
Take a trip and dip back to my crib
I wanna lay you down
I really wanna lay you down

Here we are alone in my car
And I can feel your temperature rising
You want me, I want you, too
And I can see it in your eyes that you're ready
To hit the back seat of my Jeep right now
If the mood ain't right, my Jeep is tight
I got a better place to lay you down

Why don't you and me
Take a trip and dip back to my crib
I wanna lay you down
I really wanna lay you down

Why don't you and me
Take a trip and dip back to my crib
I wanna lay you down
I really wanna lay you down

I said, "Baby before we lay, everything's gotta be just right
'Cuz tonight is the night I've been waiting for
You and me are about to take flight, yeah, yeah
I don't want no distractions
Once we get into our action
I wanna be alone
Getting it on all night long"

Why don't you and me
Take a trip and dip back to my crib
I wanna lay you down
I really wanna lay you down

Why don't you and me
Take a trip and dip back to my crib
I wanna lay you down
I really wanna lay you down

Ooh, baby, baby come this way
No longer will I make you wait
I can feel your passion rising
And you're not alone
My heart, my heart
Is yearning for your love
I can hardly wait to lay you down
Down
Why don't you

What you waitin' for
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
What you waitin' for
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
Why don't you

What you waitin' for
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
What you waitin' for
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
You heard me?

First destination
Is my heart
Second destination
After the lights go out
I kindly get you up and take you to my place
Town of ecstasy
I don't think it can wait

First destination
Is my heart
Second destination
After the lights go out
I'm gonna make you wish
That everyday you live
That you could spend your life with me, me

Why don't you and me
Take a trip and dip back to my crib
I wanna lay you down
I really wanna lay you down

Why don't you and me
Take a trip and dip back to my crib
I wanna lay you down
I really wanna lay you down

Why don't you and me
Take a trip and dip back to my crib
I wanna lay you down
I really wanna lay you down
...

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Take 'Em To War - Lyrics - Kool G. Rap

Title: Take 'Em To War
Artist: Kool G. Rap
Composer(s): Todd Ray, D Axelrod, Nathaniel Wilson, Kareem Alston, Percy Carey

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Lyric:
Shit ain't never gonna change, fuck it
Time to load the clips, then we take 'em to war
Niggaz wanna flip, then we take 'em to war
Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more

I represent the murderers and felony offenders
Who either bought time out, to get these legal tenders
Surrender, nah, I'm goin' out with a bang nigga
Fuck Pataki, I gotta do my thang nigga

Forty-four mag, bustin' into action
Brains left in particles, fragments and fractions
Grimm, the money stacker, heat packer
I'm lurkin', I'm waitin', attackin' like a linebacker

Fuck what you heard, crime pays
And always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sideways
We kill crews, hearts go numb
And if retaliation comes then yo, fuck it, it just comes

Yo, who you? I'm Dr. Death motherfucker ever heard of me?
Close your eyes, cross your fingers, time for surgery
I'm already dead, so nah, you can't murder me
'Cause quantities of entities enter me evilly

Shit ain't never gonna change, fuck it
Time to load the clips, then we take 'em to war
Niggaz wanna flip, then we take 'em to war
Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more

Shit ain't never gonna change, fuck it
Time to load the clips, then we take 'em to war
Niggaz wanna flip, then we take 'em to war
Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more

Since I murder for hire, rapid fire's what I require
Makin' niggaz perspire, so send a message through the wire
'Cause violence is contagious, it got me bustin' gauges
The '95 Larry Davis and I'm wettin' niggaz for wages

Queens is the home of 1, the known felon
And ain't no tellin', when I'ma crack your fuckin' melon
For the right amount of chips, I spit clips and hit whips
Leavin' niggaz bloody, the leather seats is where the shit drips

With the pound-seven, I be creepin', rockin' niggaz while they sleepin'
Shots repeatin', leavin' faggot niggaz leakin'
When I cock back the iron, niggaz is dyin', marchin' to Zion
'Cause the pound-cake, roars like a lion

Word son, niggaz be collapsin', 'cause my weapons is
Ready for action, makin' your heart catch contractions
In the underworld, shootin' gallery niggaz lose calories
'Cause my salary's based on fatalities

Shit ain't never gonna change, fuck it
Time to load the clips, then we take 'em to war
Niggaz wanna flip, then we take 'em to war
Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more

Shit ain't never gonna change, fuck it
Time to load the clips, then we take 'em to war
Niggaz wanna flip, then we take 'em to war
Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more

Here I come to get some motherfuckin' wreck but first I gotta
Umm vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, I'm set
So let a motherfucker move a muscle
When I tussle they'll be piecin' niggaz back like fuckin' puzzles

'Cause Kool G. Rap is known for bringin' mad noise, a bad boy
When I was younger always carried guns, I never had toys
Grimm, gimme the infrared they see me and I'm puttin' red dots
On niggaz foreheads to makin' motherfuckers Indian

You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it's murder
'Cause I put holes in my beef like fuckin' White Castle burgers
So now I gots to run up on a clown with the fo'-pound
Cock back, rock black, gun a nigga down

I see em, he's comin' out the fuckin' coliseum
And hopped into a BM, shit!
Put in my clip and then I dipped into the ride that my man had
Parked on the sidewalk, then we start to glide

I'm rainin' on him, faster nigga, oh yeah, we're gainin' on him
Oh shit he's with somebody else, fuck it, put his brain on him
Boom boom, no survivors, lifted the nigga out his seat
When they find him, he'll be a backseat driver

But I ain't finished with the trigger yet, I'm lightin' up a cigarette
Bang bang, I left the other nigga wet
It's G. Rap baby, you know me, you try to hurt this
I split your fuckin' top and leave a fingerprint on purpose

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Emotional Drought - Lyrics - Chevelle

Title: Emotional Drought
Artist: Chevelle
Composer(s): Samuel Loeffler, Peter Loeffler, Joseph Loeffler

Lyric:
It's possible that the worst of the inside
Could take our pencils away, end creating
Can't let the teachers lay waste of a new mind
Prevent emotional drought and watch the pace quicken

Try to, never touch, try to, never touch
Won't keep holding back my conscious realize
There's a choice to not end up like you
Not end up like you

Let's turn our wretched debates into action
By diplomacy gain back a handshake
Tied and unable to tend, to the wounds that were made
So much closer to shame we see but never touch

Never touch, try to, never touch, try to, never touch
Won't keep holding back my conscious realize
There's a choice to not end up like you
Not end up like you

Search for truth

One more man, tearing at the throat of
One more man, never dropped as fast as
One more man, coloring the fate of
One more man, is better than the fate of you

Try to, never touch, try to, never touch
Won't keep holding back my conscious realize
There's a choice to not end up like you

Holding back my conscious realize
There's a choice to not end up like you
Not end up like you

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Goldmine - Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Title: Goldmine
Album: The Big Bang
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Corey Woods, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Old dro bottles and blow, blowin' from both zones
Layin' in them Tahoes we own the projo's
Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big dan dun a nan
Don't move 'cause I'm a representative

Live for the street, ask, you die in the war
'Member that blast that three atcha, hide in the wall
We gangsta, republicans with them big things, big rings
Get your head shot off, daddy you don't believe chains

Loose cameras, big hammers, Station Wagon an' blue Phantoms
Smokin' the block up, y'all witness the zoo gamblers
We ain't takin' no shorts, it's just the early 80's
That made me, now I sit paid and then maybe

Nothing but my Lords and raps, these bags of dope
Under the mattress and I clack like a slave key
Wash your squad up, I roll double refuse to rock
Closed up my door up and murked you on the job

Gettin' money like back in the days
Niggaz get like shower posse in a spectacular drug games
Slayin' niggaz, steady sprayin' niggaz, till the task forces roll up
In unmarked vehicles who will be layin' niggaz

Stretched out, focus, see you come back triple
When we O.T. cut it with bakin' soda, acquire now
Strategize, gettin' paper like the [Incomprehensible] Jamaicans
And them George Chain niggaz and watch me set up a goldmine

We got guns tucked in our waistlines, wit raps
Hangin' from our back pockets miraculous money nigga
Can't stop at Sherlock Holmes can go's
Medallions so big wit strings you could turn 'em into banjos

Phenomenal property, drug money, scram wrap 'em
A hundred EX - golden like a hundred graham crackers
Sidewindin' niggaz tryna infiltrate blindside
A nigga hit you wit the eight, we in the club

Dumbin' out, drunk in fronta the airbrush
Backdrop ones out, five dollars for bitches wit the guns out
Juggle for a couple days close shop thinkin'
To you the bubble until the strip is hotter than a microwave

Don't stop, travel all my spare time
And keep niggaz wit us to push shit like George Jefferson Airline
No fro niggaz better go chill, 'fore this gun
Goes up your nose like coke sniffin' up your nose, dude

Gettin' money like back in the days
Niggaz get like shower posse in a spectacular drug games
Slayin' niggaz, steady sprayin' niggaz, till the task forces roll up
In unmarked vehicles who will be layin' niggaz

Stretched out, focus, see you come back triple
When we O.T. cut it with bakin' soda, acquire now
Strategize, gettin' paper like the [Incomprehensible] Jamaicans
And them George Chain niggaz and watch me set up a goldmine

Ay yo, snoop me kid, coop me in the red room booth
And eatin' Fruit Loops it's all for the loot boo
Designated hammer that'll lay ya up scrambling
Blant ninjas get 'em more popped up
And start blowin' niggaz magnums up

Caught me in the mix wit some rich soldiers
That reaction is a key action, black sent forty doja's up
We hunt 'em like big plans, my big mans and them
Slick as the shit breaks from outtas you, rip dip, then quakes them

See I was always good at science, in the class I was dopin'
Ask 'em for the chemistry temperature now I'm cookin' the coke up
Used to sit and watch them older niggaz for hours
And did acknowledge to how cold water quickly harden the powder

Took your turn into somethin' big to accredit
But ya needs connect shit up from South America
Money calculations, told B.I.G. I sit up on it still
Holdin' old hundred dollar bills, wit small faces

Gettin' money like back in the days
Niggaz get like shower posse in a spectacular drug games
Slayin' niggaz, steady sprayin' niggaz, till the task forces roll up
In unmarked vehicles who will be layin' niggaz

Stretched out, focus, see you come back triple
When we O.T. cut it with bakin' soda, acquire now
Strategize, gettin' paper like the [Incomprehensible] Jamaicans
And them George Chain niggaz and watch me set up a goldmine

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Oh, My Dear That'S Just Chemical Reaction - Lyrics - Action Action

Title: Oh, My Dear That'S Just Chemical Reaction
Artist: Action Action
Composer(s): Mark Thomas Kluepfel

Lyric:
The time is now and I'm running so thin
I got thin, I got thin, while the others got fat
So fatten up and deliver your secrets
Those secrets, those stories untold

Sorry to say love is a game
We're all just pawns in the way
Lost, lost, lost, move the rook-E-eight
Eliminate and get this game underway

Too many secrets are shattering our lives
While others are stuck in expansive time
I've been trying to get out of this
Goddamn fucking game

So back it up and up to down
Down, downtown, don't you tell me wrong
Choose your battle of words that rule the world
It's in our heads anyway

Speak of the devil and I just may appear
I appeared in your dream, when you dreamed of getting ahead
Headless chickens that are missing their exes
So axe this and go to the next, next chapter

Too many secrets are shattering our lives
While others are stuck in expansive time
I've been trying to get out of this
Goddamn fucking game

So back it up and up to down
Down, downtown, don't you tell me wrong
Choose your battle of words that rule the world
It's in our heads anyway

[Incomprehensible]

Which shall I be, a warlock or a priest
A pagan, Christian or an evangelist?
Pledge my alliance in the name of science
Follow the moth into the fire
Getting my head in a bit of a twist
What does it matter when your enemies are my friends?

Self serve friends, who are friends for a second
I second that notation, it feels so intense?
Intensely fishing without a hook, line, and sinker
I sank to bottom, we'll bottoms up to you

Please inject some instant karma
Into my instant coffee
Soon, soon, soon with the rope in the kitchen
All the answers will be on there way

Too many secrets are shattering our lives
While others are stuck in expansive time
I've been trying to get out of this
Goddamn fucking game

So back it up and up to down
Down, downtown, don't you tell me wrong
Choose your battle of words that rule the world
It's in our heads anyway

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Oh My Dear It'S Just Chemical Frustration - Lyrics - An Army Of Shapes Between Wars - Action Action

Title: Oh My Dear It'S Just Chemical Frustration
Album: An Army Of Shapes Between Wars
Artist: Action Action
Composer(s): Mark Thomas Kluepfel

Lyric:
The time is now and I'm running so thin
I got thin, I got thin, while the others got fat
So fatten up and deliver your secrets
Those secrets, those stories untold

Sorry to say love is a game
We're all just pawns in the way
Lost, lost, lost, move the rook-E-eight
Eliminate and get this game underway

Too many secrets are shattering our lives
While others are stuck in expansive time
I've been trying to get out of this
Goddamn fucking game

So back it up and up to down
Down, downtown, don't you tell me wrong
Choose your battle of words that rule the world
It's in our heads anyway

Speak of the devil and I just may appear
I appeared in your dream, when you dreamed of getting ahead
Headless chickens that are missing their exes
So axe this and go to the next, next chapter

Too many secrets are shattering our lives
While others are stuck in expansive time
I've been trying to get out of this
Goddamn fucking game

So back it up and up to down
Down, downtown, don't you tell me wrong
Choose your battle of words that rule the world
It's in our heads anyway

[Incomprehensible]

Which shall I be, a warlock or a priest
A pagan, Christian or an evangelist?
Pledge my alliance in the name of science
Follow the moth into the fire
Getting my head in a bit of a twist
What does it matter when your enemies are my friends?

Self serve friends, who are friends for a second
I second that notation, it feels so intense?
Intensely fishing without a hook, line, and sinker
I sank to bottom, we'll bottoms up to you

Please inject some instant karma
Into my instant coffee
Soon, soon, soon with the rope in the kitchen
All the answers will be on there way

Too many secrets are shattering our lives
While others are stuck in expansive time
I've been trying to get out of this
Goddamn fucking game

So back it up and up to down
Down, downtown, don't you tell me wrong
Choose your battle of words that rule the world
It's in our heads anyway

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Clock The Hammer - Lyrics - Cypress Hill

Title: Clock The Hammer
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Senen Reyes, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
I'm a chicken hawk, huntin' for a chicken
Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'
Speakin' to the punk-ass victim
With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon

Jones house, cough without the bones
I rolled ya up and smoked you like bones
Split the seed and grow you like clones
Don't start-me-up, 'cause I'm not the Rolling Stones

But I get stoned with a little help from my friends
With the gubla, then I passed it round back to me again
I can make you famous like Amos
Same as the last punk, when I stuck the gatt up his anus

Hear me growl grrra, howl
I got the night vision just like the wise old owl
I'm comin' ta fetch ya, yeah homes I'll wet ya
Bury them bones under my home and

Cock the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's time for action
Cock the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's time for action

Take my weapon, step into a whole new realm
And step back as I take up the helm
On the pirate ship I'm steerin'
Jump into gear and just realize what you're hearin'

The cannon's soundin'
That's my companions surroundin'
As my crew comes pounding
It's the captain, Afro-America
Whole lotta gattin' with the loc'ed out Latin

Bust that
You're a red beard with a musket
Better duck quick 'cause ya might get dusted
Your gatt looks rusted, disgusted
Oh look away, look away boy as I rush it

Yes, I know that you can't withstand it
Watch that ass 'cause punk I'll brand it
With a steel-toe, how you feel now
When my boot stuck in that ass like a dildo

Cry on a pillow, weeper that's willow
The Hill got the skill for the static like Brillo

Hmmm, what you talkin' `bout punk
Gimme room as I light up the boom
Cock the hammer, wave the white banner
Ever heard a glock go click like a camera?

Cock the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's time for action
Cock the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's time for action

Cock the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's time for action
Cock the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's time for action

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World Wide Mob Figgaz - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: World Wide Mob Figgaz
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tyruss Himes, Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur, James Andrew Reigart, Malcolm Greenidge, Mutah Beale, Rufus Cooper

Lyric:
Uhh, world wide mob figgaz
World wide mob figgaz
(O U T L A W Z)
World wide mob figgaz
(For real, for real)
World wide mob figgaz
(Check game little young punks)
World wide mob figgaz
(All you niggaz is jealous cats)

What? Uh, uh
Put your hands up, rich niggaz throw the grands up
And what?
I got a plot to get what's mine in the nine-nine
It's my time mother fucker try to stop me busting nine-nines
Wild ridahs all I see when I open up
Baby girl fucking you now, before I blow up
You know what?
I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw
In the closet like a ridah type of whore by the shore

Not sure, of who to trick on but I'm collectin' these vicks
When I put the dick on her
O U T L A W Z
Fucking with a nigga living destructively
Pump and pee Tuckin' T's up in ?
When I jump on I'm trying to handle my business full grown
Just soft niggaz, it's getting crazy after dark
Where the real thug niggaz see ya are?
We world wide mob figgaz

We got niggaz on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

Nigga duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin'
Shouldn't start your gun if you ain't kill nuttin'
Now you gotta face the death man got flow heavily armed
Outlawz did that, heavily gone
So we ride with what's left us, the best of us
Plus we wake up with our tech on us
We test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street
Obey the rules of the ones who want beef we'll eat
Y'all niggaz weak in a motherfuckin' way it's so pitiful
I'll leave you mother fuckers critical

We heard the slick shit you said on fucking too short tape
But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave
That's what you brave niggaz get for fucking with this
You had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed
Just switched to fake
Napoleon be the mother fucker last nigga with the gat to break
The last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got
Fuckin' with niggaz that give a damn about hip-hop
This how it go in our family
Busting outlawz shit is what we stand for gradually
We world wide mob figgaz

We got niggaz on the front line living it up
(World wide mother fucking mob figgaz)
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
(Weed smoking, gun toting, drinking)
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang
(Riding on our mother fucking enemies)

We got homies on the front line living it up
(Y'all know how we do it)
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
(A world wide mob figure)
Ain't nothing but a thug thang

I be the Young N O to the B L E
Last name O U T L A W Z
M A R was for starters, flee the whole cartridge
Your lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage
It's hitting donuts in a six
Sip Coronas when we bendin' the corner, brothers hit
Urban legend, dirty third still reppin'
Still double-S to bum rush your session

I get as dirty as birt, you just a nigga in a skirt
Drinkin' Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt
Sprint to the church that you got comin'
Outlawz on the ride picture God runnin'
Ain't nuttin' but a thug thang, bust your brains
Pac passed the rock so we tucked the game
Under our belt, we huntin' the wealth, you fuckin' yourself off
Don't you know not to go against the Outlawz

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang

Hey watch out man, look out
Known for doin' scandalous deeds, no handlin' me
Hypnotic to drugs it's the straight thug nigga in me
I swoop down and 'cause havoc
My rapid delivery, is automatic lettin' niggaz have it
I've been labeled as a thug nigga
Since they don't sell my shit to white folks
Ship it to the drug dealers

And catch a catch a nigga world wide
A fuckin' mob figga West coast, who-ride
When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger

But we ain't sell our souls
Bustin' on my enemies, murder my foes
At my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action
Now get to clappin' to my cuts, a world wide mob figga

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang

Hey yo, get that mother fucker right there
Hey yo, K, pull out man, that mother fucker and blast
Yo Mo, get over there, get over there
Hey yo Malc, get
Bustin' them mother fuckers
Hey bust on them, bust on that nigga
Hey yo Yak, c'mon, Fatal, lets get the fuck outta here
Fuck them niggaz
West Coast nigga, West Coast

World wide mother fucking mob figgaz nigga
We thug life
Nigga know what time it is
Get the fuck out of here
Any day, any day nigga, come on
Hey come the fuck on
We out nigga, westside!
Outlaw ridahs biatch!

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Get On The Mic - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: Get On The Mic
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Corey Penn, Peter Phillips, Isaac Hayes, David Porter

Lyric:
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic

Capture this funakthon loaded by the Mecca Don
Into the red zone, you spot my skull and cross bone alone
To fill the Watergates, slaughter great, think and meditate
Set behind the pace of the CL's war face

Crass and tints, making blueprints for over six figure salaries
Luchified, 'cause many did and died
The mic wrecka, study Mecca, now building
'Cause I love my shorties like Jesus loved children

'Cause being smooth is the science I crafted
To a state, when they incarcerate me I wanna be free
And play some D on the high-scoring thrill from the Veronville
Taking my yards with no bodyguards

My click's the first round draft pick for time in prison
So the only way to cover that is clean living
Respect given, hear the bell go, ding
It's like Tyson stepping back into the ring, soon as I

Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic

Ladies and gentlemen for dead presidents it represents
Now hear what it's like when I get on the mic
It's strike cause every Nike I wear is kicking ass there
Too dope to scare and too damn smooth to care

So flick your lighters in the air, and let me blow the roof off
The Colosseum plus I got to get per diem
All deuces file out, and leave the dimes to the front row
And when I say, "Go", I want 'em showing lovin'

Tossing dough, 'cause with the daddy unemployed
And the old earth raising me, any other rugged nigga's history
No mystery, I'm physical in action
So guess relaxing is a weekend with Toni Braxton

On your TV is me, incredible MC, B
With the P to the R, my break a ways can bounce for days
This fillets, I'm trucking jewels like Eric B
And all you corny fools can't see me, oh my, my, my

Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic

Healthy, wealthy, and wise is your size
Come and try the hardcore, set on down by every law
Moving in your Lex trecks out a sextivity
At its highest level of funktagious served in major

He's the real Mabel, overqualified to be luchified
Pete Rock's the God when my stizile profile
Slide into the Milky Way, the Carmel King's sing
We're back on crazy to put the duke up in Daisy

Amazingly, none of y'all can faze me never
Add the spice to make you shoop like Salt N Pepa
How large is he? Mastered my degree in mic surgery
With plans to retire at the tender age of 30

Jah is what I cherish, all informers must perish
On the down low, lift my peoples from the ghetto
In every borough CL is quite thorough
In do or die don't try when I anni

Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic
Get on the mic, get on the mic

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Cock The Hammer - Lyrics - Live At The Fillmore (Live) - Cypress Hill

Title: Cock The Hammer
Album: Live At The Fillmore (Live)
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Senen Reyes, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
On a chicken hunt, huntin' for a chicken
Get paranoid when you hear my glock clickin'
Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin'
With the bitch ass styles I hit you like deacon

Jones' house, cough without the bones
I rolled ya up and smoked you like cones
Split the seed and grow you like clones
Don't start me up, 'cause I'm not the Rolling Stones
But I get stoned with a little help from my friends
With the gubla, then I passed it round back to me again

I can make you famous like Amos
Same as the last punk
When I stuck the gatt up his anus
Hear me growl, howl
I got the night vision just like the wise old owl

I'm comin' to fetch ya
Yea home to wreck ya
Bury them bones
Under my home and

Cock the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's time for action
Cock the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's time for action

[Foreign content]

Take my weapon, step into a whole new realm
And step back, as I take up the helm
On the pirate ship I'm steerin'
Droppin' the gearin'
Just realize what you're hearin'

The cannon sounded
That's my companion, surrounded
As my crew comes bounding
As the captain, Afro America
Whole lotta gattin'
With the loc'ed out Latin
Busted

You're a red beard with a musket
Better duck quick 'cause ya might get dusted
Your gatt looks rusted, disgusted
Oh look away, look away boy as I rush it
Yes I know that you can't withstand it
Watch that ass 'cause punk I'll brand it

With a steel toe, how you feel now?
When my boot stuck in that ass like a dildo?
Cry on a pillow, weeper that's willow
The hill got the skill for the static like brillo

What you talkin' 'bout punk?
Gimme room as I light up the boom
Cock the hammer, wave the white banner
Ever heard a glock go 'click like a camera?

Cock the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's time for action
Cock the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's time for action

[Foreign content]

Cock the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's time for action
Cock the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's time for action

[Foreign content]

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Back To The Family - Lyrics - Stand Up - Jethro Tull

Title: Back To The Family
Album: Stand Up
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Ian Anderson

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Lyric:
My telephone wakes me in the morning
Have to get up to answer the call
So I think I'll go back to the family
Where no one can ring me at all

Living this life has its problems
So I think that I'll give it a break
Oh, I'm going back to the family
'Cos I've had about all that I can take

Master's in the counting house
Counting all his money
Sister's sitting by the mirror
She thinks her hair looks funny
And here am I thinking to myself
Just wondering what things to do

I think I enjoyed all my problems
Where I did not get nothing for free
Oh, I'm going back to the family
Doing nothing is bothering me

I'll get a train back to the city
That soft life was getting me down
There's more fun away from the family
Get some action when I pull into town

Everything I do is wrong
What the hell was I thinking?
Phone keeps ringing all day long
I got no time for thinking
And every day has the same old way
Of giving me too much to do

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That'S That Shit - Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

Title: That'S That Shit
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Tracy Lynn Curry, Nile Rodgers, Stanley Bernard Benton, Robert Kelly, Calvin Broadus, D Lamb

Lyric:
Yeah, that?s right, I like that
The royal ***** is clean Your Highness
Thank you, uh uh, Snoop, Kells
You know how we get down

I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin'
Ladies like that's that ****
I'm in the back of the club blowin' trees
Hands up, head bobbin' like that's that ****

In the spot where the girls go wild, dancing ***** bar style
I'm like that's that ****
Snoop Dizzle, hey! Your boy Kells, hey!
Let me hear you say that's that ****

Let's get this party jumpin', me and Kel gon? get it bumpin'
They humpin' like when it's over, we gon? all get into somethin'
The Dogg is fresh, Southside without a vest
Nothin? on my chest but these ladies up out the Midwest

I must confess that in the Chi you so blessed
Leaving nothing on my mind but Doggy, you and safe sex
This ain't a test you ******* with a cold mess
Meet me in Chicago let me get you to this real West

It's real strong, real fat and real long
Doggies in the building holdin' something they can feel up on
And once they get it something they can build up on
Take that skinny ***** home, work that filling till it's gone

Get that home grown put that **** on Daddy long
I know how you ladies do it T-shirt with no panties on
Let's get this **** crackin', Kell and Doggy Dogg in action
If you in here all alone you might get this dog bone

I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin'
Ladies like that's that ****
I'm in the back of the club blowin' trees
Hands up, head bobbin' like that's that ****

In the spot where the girls go wild, dancing ***** bar style
I'm like that's that ****
Snoop Dizzle, hey! Your boy Kells, hey!
Let me hear you say that's that ****

Dippin? low, Six-Four hundred spokes and ****** smoke
All these ladies on the floor ?cause they know what we in here for
Dogg and Kelly came to ball, get your *** up off the wall
Let that middle wiggle, now make that **** fall

Not just one, but all y'all, move it like you want it all
Let me see you bounce it for me, work that **** for Doggy Dogg
You gots to do it, is that your crew? Bring 'em too
Come here let me take you through it, then once Kelly get into it

We can get this after party poppin' everybody
Got themselves another body
Knockin' out without protection though that's my confession
But at the spot if you just think you?re gonna listen
You can drop it like it's hot

Hold up, I came to cool out, lay back and get *****
Maybe Henny, maybe gin, a couple shots of Patron
And if you didn't you missed it but now it's known
That this that ****, Kells sing that song, c?mon

I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin'
Ladies like that's that ****
I'm in the back of the club blowin' trees
Hands up, head bobbin' like that's that ****

In the spot where the girls go wild, dancing ***** bar style
I'm like that's that ****
Snoop Dizzle, hey! Your boy Kells, hey!
Let me hear you say that's that ****

So if you think you got the bomb, ****, holla at a playa
Holla at a playa, holla at a playa
And if you lookin' for some good ***, holla at a playa
Holla at a playa, holla at a playa

Girl if you ever in the 312, holla at a playa
Holla at a playa, holla at a playa
And if you're ever in the 213, holla at a playa
Holla at a playa, holla at a playa

I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin'
Ladies like that's that ****
I'm in the back of the club blowin' trees
Hands up, head bobbin' like that's that ****

In the spot where the girls go wild, dancing ***** bar style
I'm like that's that ****
Snoop Dizzle, hey! Your boy Kells, hey!
Let me hear you say that's that ****

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N-Noreaga - Iraq (See The World) - Lyrics - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - Iraq (See The World)
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): Percy Chapman, Victor Santiago, Kyron Sumpter, Kiam Holley

Lyric:
Yo, word up, I'm 'bout to rep my motherfuckin' hood
This is my hood, nigga

It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us

It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us

It's cream on my land, original man
My team break border and court order
ESP network, TNT explosive expert
Your head jerk, backflip, illegal life shit

Bad guys and black whips left the scene rowdy
Air cloudy, a bunch of smoke flow astoundly
New assembly, new identity, remember me
Keep remedy for the poison of my enemy

Martin Remy, Jack D to, to allizy
Yo, to Motif, Dom P, personal henny
Have me hurt many, actions, coke infractions
Immanuel and Fidel, our money well
Help the crack sell, stack bail, then we map trail
Get it all back, smoke the black, hold the gat

The streets got me thinkin' 'bout my man's passin'
Stashin', the lex with a passion, gotta make it happen
The block steamin' and 12 K the cops schemin'
Security be on my back for wrong reason

I'm livin', what I'm sayin' on the block all day
Before I wasn't sure but now I know it's the way
Like, if I get caught I'ma pay illegal life, livin' trife, what can I say
Gettin' bent, million dollar dream, Hennessee and Moet

While I'm chillin' with my man on the wooden set
Front, I strike accurate you get wet
Whatever choice you select handle appropriately
Baby 9, murder my crime, you a fake

Lefrak shine, just wait
I need half outta that cake of regulate
Taken while you scheme and contemplate
Only results in the 360 action
But if it come back, then I'm pumpin' double action

Blastin', tearin' niggaz physicals in try and contend
You gets no days with no wins
My clientele excel is like the devil's spell
Drove me to the streets young so now I know it well

It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us

Yo, son, I'm packin' steel, where ya hard hat
You pull out you bust that
Your gat useless, where ya heart at?
It fingers the trigger, change ya name to fake nigga

Beef with every nigga, watch ya back
Of course you get clapped, you didn't bust gat
Splendid nigga, dirty rat
For my Iraq attack, bust you with mega gat

Once a cool cat, smokin' dagger, put it in my back
Why you did it like that, now my skin bubble fat
Go to sleep, I wake you up

What? What? What? What?
In ya crib, tie you up
What? What? What? What?
Hot oil on ya gut
Get bucked, get bucked
Iraq element don't give a fuck

It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us

We on a mission, not a small time thing
I'm addicted to the cash like
The crack head is a fiend to the crack
But I ain't into doin' no drugs, I'm just pushin' hits
And stackin' chips like I'm stackin' bricks for a buildin'

'Cause we be buildin' this empire fortress
Secured tight like barbed wire for infiltrators
Regulators, manipulate
Booby traps got you hooked like fish to bait

Watch you deflate like air balloon
Tryin' to ambush this platoon you run into a monsoon
Like stormy weather, your fatigue [unverified]
'Cause we bust bullets, thinkin' much more clever

Eatin' through your gear like acid rain, feeling pain
Livin' like a snake in the grass, you won't gain
Simple and plain, my team play the game so we can win
We want it all so we can breathe like the wind

Bustin' 360, cherry red 850
He blitz devilish, get cursed for fuckin' with me
Eyebrows thick, resemble
(Some Arabian guy)
Arabian mind with source to fire arm
Caesar, waves bangin', brown wallibies

Empty cigars stay smoked in cool cars
Queens escobars wear jewels like scars
You heavy gold, Slick Rick, changed it
Yo, the main vic, plottin' on you since 86

Now it's 96, you lay low, you mad rich
Strictly big shit, big play heavy wait
While in car, hear a verse, put it in park
Let the dutch spark, now we ride my weed dark

Dig deeper, black guns and black reefer
My brother's keeper, throwin' the world in a sleeper
The grim reeper, so much work he got a beeper
The word death, stamped that, it's on your chest

Yo, you bullshit, my click thick, kid, we pull shit
Grip tight, illegal life, aerolight
Thug blood, the same blood, thicker than water
Slaughter, play this shit in tape recorder

From Iraq to Yugoslavia, Somalia
Compadre, diamante, papi
World World 3, CNN history

By the powers of God that's invested in me
Since 93, locked up, I did three
Got 85 percent of y'all worshipin' me
Back in L.C., hop in cap 33

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