Blood From A Clone - Lyrics - George Harrison

Title: Blood From A Clone
Artist: George Harrison
Composer(s): George Harrison

Lyric:
They say they like it but now in the market
It may not go well as it's too laid back
You need some oomph, papa, nothing like Frank Zappa
And not new wave, they don't play that crap

Try beating your head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Don't have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone

I hear a clock ticking, I feel the nitpicking
I almost quit kicking at the wall
There seems a confusion under the illusion
That they know just what will suit you all

Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone

There is no sense to it, pure pounds and pence to it
They're so intense too, makes me amazed
Don't want no music but they're making you sick with
Some awful noises that may get played

By beating their heads on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't no messing 'round with music
Give them the blood from a clone

Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone

Where will it all lead us? I thought we had freed us
From the mundane, seems I'm wrong again
Could be they lack roots, they're still wearing Jack boots
And marching somewhere in the pouring rain

Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Don't have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone

By beating their heads on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't no messing 'round with music
Give them the blood from a clone

Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone

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Tres Leches - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Tres Leches
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): E Barrier, R Diggs, A Johnson, J Hunter, W Griffin, C Rios

Lyric:
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your, wake you up and as I stare in your

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
Yo it's the P

Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits
That claim to be the newest, rappin' bullshit
My rhymes, get Ruger endorsements, my song boost
And the tech sales through the ceiling, let's talk with guns

Convo' til' the police come
Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match
First max like it's Hamburger Hill for real
It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on

My outfit stuck on some wild out shit, all about it
We move gambit, through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips
Point the nozzle and shift your back disc

Me and the clicka, sit down and eat dinner
Wake up every mornin' write a new banger
That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
Or the H A V O C, nigga

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got the technique from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your freestyle from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Deck, I told y'all, protect ya' neck)
I'm Rebel INS your highness

Fake one, take one, no ultimatum face one
There's no escape from straight from the brain come the great one
My blade swung, decapitate your snake head
Slit your snake tongue make one false maneuver you a mystery

Unsolved, the mob that we robbed automatically involved
Musclebound sounds surround commercial thugs
Rock turtledove Bowery suits
And purple gloves, me and you can have some fun

Make it a blast, you couldn't take the impact
With steel shoulder pads, blood for blood
Veteran, covered in mud, wounded in the midst of war
Still tradin' slugs gettin' major love

Way above you newcomers, I come thunderin'
With the heat of two summers when I enter the zone
Move mountains with the presence alone before the words rip through
The microphone, chrome dipped lyrics are known to split stone
You private eyes home in but can't seem to clone

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one you bit your whole shit from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, I snatched away the moon and blew away the sun)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one with over a thousand guns)
You start to suffer

Yo, Big Punisher's ready, Prodigy, Deck and me, QB and Bronx trilogy
Lyrically hazardous for your wealth, swing on your worlds piece
Foil your plans, boil your grams, take a shine
Fold all your hands, spoil your man's, make him mine

Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon
Ain't no tellin' when the bullet's behind the trigger
I do it to live niggaz and Pulitzer Prize winners

You wouldn't survive nigga, if I chose you
Froze you from ear to ear, showin' your whole vocal
Who told you, you could roll through
My lyrics practically rose you from the grave, like the crow's do

I told you a long time ago, don't ever fuck me
'Cause if I leave you half dead, consider yourself very lucky
Very ugly from the face up, leave you laced up
Joey Crillz props, Cuban Link, triple seize what?

Soon, you start to suffer
The RZA, the RZA
The Inspectah Deck, Inspectah Deck
Yo it's the P, yo it's the P, yo it's the P
The Punisher's ready, the Punisher's ready

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Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy) - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy)
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): E Barrier, R Diggs, A Johnson, J Hunter, W Griffin, C Rios

Lyric:
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Wake you up and as I stare in your, wake you up and as I stare in your

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?)
Yo it's the P

Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits
That claim to be the newest, rappin' bullshit
My rhymes, get Ruger endorsements, my song boost
And the tech sales through the ceiling, let's talk with guns

Convo' til' the police come
Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match
First max like it's Hamburger Hill for real
It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on

My outfit stuck on some wild out shit, all about it
We move gambit, through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips
Point the nozzle and shift your back disc

Me and the clicka, sit down and eat dinner
Wake up every mornin' write a new banger
That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
Or the H A V O C, nigga

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got the technique from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember me, the one you got your freestyle from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Deck, I told y'all, protect ya' neck)
I'm Rebel INS your highness

Fake one, take one, no ultimatum face one
There's no escape from straight from the brain come the great one
My blade swung, decapitate your snake head
Slit your snake tongue make one false maneuver you a mystery

Unsolved, the mob that we robbed automatically involved
Musclebound sounds surround commercial thugs
Rock turtledove Bowery suits
And purple gloves, me and you can have some fun

Make it a blast, you couldn't take the impact
With steel shoulder pads, blood for blood
Veteran, covered in mud, wounded in the midst of war
Still tradin' slugs gettin' major love

Way above you newcomers, I come thunderin'
With the heat of two summers when I enter the zone
Move mountains with the presence alone before the words rip through
The microphone, chrome dipped lyrics are known to split stone
You private eyes home in but can't seem to clone

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one you bit your whole shit from?)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, I snatched away the moon and blew away the sun)
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
(Remember Pun, the one with over a thousand guns)
You start to suffer

Yo, Big Punisher's ready, Prodigy, Deck and me, QB and Bronx trilogy
Lyrically hazardous for your wealth, swing on your worlds piece
Foil your plans, boil your grams, take a shine
Fold all your hands, spoil your man's, make him mine

Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon
Ain't no tellin' when the bullet's behind the trigger
I do it to live niggaz and Pulitzer Prize winners

You wouldn't survive nigga, if I chose you
Froze you from ear to ear, showin' your whole vocal
Who told you, you could roll through
My lyrics practically rose you from the grave, like the crow's do

I told you a long time ago, don't ever fuck me
'Cause if I leave you half dead, consider yourself very lucky
Very ugly from the face up, leave you laced up
Joey Crillz props, Cuban Link, triple seize what?

Soon, you start to suffer
The RZA, the RZA
The Inspectah Deck, Inspectah Deck
Yo it's the P, yo it's the P, yo it's the P
The Punisher's ready, the Punisher's ready

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Black Bob - Lyrics - Kid Rock - Kid Rock

Title: Black Bob
Album: Kid Rock
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie, Matthew Shafer, James Trombly

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Lyric:
They used to call me names said, I was just a wanna be
But now they all pay to see what they were gettin' for free
How about them days and now, you don't know what to say
Ain't it funny how the sun can shine and then hide away

And it's a long way on a they say highway, I'm still runnin'
A lonesome freeway of uncut my way, can you feel me comin'
A tombstone ugly an' if you judge me
Better watch for me comin' in a 59 drop top blood red Cadillac

Knock knockin'
Black Bob at your door still rockin'
Everybody say that, knock knockin
Black Bobby at your door, knock knockin'
Looking for the payback

They used to say Ritchie boy, he got no sense
But now they say, "Oh Bobby man, he was my best friend"
Ain't it funny how the glory and the stories, and the times can change
And no sense Ritchie just bought himself a big fuckin' airplane

And its a long way on a they say highway, I'm still runnin'
A lonesome freeway of uncut my way, can you feel me comin'
A tombstone ugly and if you judge me
Better watch for me comin' in a 59 drop top blood red Cadillac

Knock knockin'
Black Bob at your door still rockin'
Everybody say that, knock knockin'
Black Bobby at your door, knock knockin'
Looking for the payback

I grew up in the back woods, hung in the crack hoods
I learned to pimp like a mack should
I could have been a rich man like pops
I never kissed ass and those days since passed

Here I stand like Jesus, I don't need this
Fuck you ho's can squeeze this
I can't believe this, I'm so wasted
From all the fruits of life that I've tasted

Never a clone on the microphone
I got shit built up 'cause I never felt loved at home
And all alone's how I spend my free time
Writin' freak rhymes and drinkin' cheap wine

Easy whips and a cracker, I'm the master blaster
No one cuts faster, the king of disaster
Is who I'm ho and I'll be rippin' the fuckin' rhymes
And I'll make you mother shit her pants bro

So, so, you better watch your back, watch for me comin'
Watch for me comin' in a 59 drop top blood red Cadillac

Knock knockin'
Black Bob at your door still rockin'
Everybody say that, knock knockin'
Black Bobby at your door, knock knockin'
Looking for the payback

Knock knockin', hey black Bobby
Knock knockin', well, he's black Bobby
Knock knockin', there goes black Bobby
Knock knockin', a real black Bobby
Knock knockin', he has left me in
Knock knockin', he has left me in

Knock knockin', well, he left me in
Knock knockin', knock knockin'
He's black Bobby as you know
Knock knockin', well, he's black Bobby as you know
Knock knockin', knock knockin'
Black bobby as you know

Knock knockin', he's black Bobby
Knock knockin', black Bobby as you know
Knock knockin', he's black Bobby as you know
Knock knockin', black Bobby as you know

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Wasteland Warriors - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Wasteland Warriors
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Souljah Boy Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Willie Lyons, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga
P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin
Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga
(We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

What if we slowed it down?
Then, nigga, you would hear me
I know niggas would fuck around
And say we tried to steal your style

Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest
Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us
My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload
So, when them funky, funky jump me

Gon' be ready to roll
(Ready to roll)
It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid
But, oh no, niggas heard the flow
And wanted a piece of the cake

It kinda pissed me off that [unverified] figured they could get skills
But when kept on disrespectin'
Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga
I'm from the Land where every niggas plan

And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'
And they don't understand them niggas rappin'
But still they actin' like criminals
[Unverified] reciprocal

They don't know it, even though
Oh, no, no, can't let you go
When I pop, pop, pop
(Pop, pop)

That funk 'll gon' blow you away
Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday
Oh, gotta say, fuck all, y'all, all y'all
Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed

Warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind

You know it is, what it's gotta be
Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'
And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back
Don't stop, but the double glock they don't look out for these

Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch
Sue these stupid muthafuckas
Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus
'Cause the niggas be down for the count

And the first nigga step up, get shut down
You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style
That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town
Arrest me on the rebound

It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G
You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me
So muthafuck what you's thinkin'
Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet

While your bullethole still be bleedin'
But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank
Why you lame, be actin' strange?
Boom to bangs, nigga insanes

Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure
Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa
Nigga, bow down and I'm outta your picture
Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller

We done muthafuck you
And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater
Street sweeper get your ass deceased

Warriors ride
Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder
Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride
bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder
Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind

Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya and I hits that quick
Nigga, what you saw
We [unverified] somebody [unverified]
With a pistol runnin' through [unverified]
And they call war, ready for the cause

Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them, [unverified] gotta break
Your face be on that table, ready for more
Y'all clone him and what if I got my peeps to flip in
And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up

And your luck get fucked up, ready me buck buck buck
I'm still runnin' from feds, [unverified] all the disrespect
But I won't get cut and love, uh, uh
What it makes you want my [unverified] yes, some are [unverified]

Thinkin' me bloody get with the [unverified]
And roll but I had gun before you knows
Don't roll and I gotta go and face it
So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll

Aw, shit
Nowhere to run, here come judgement day
Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh, huh
I'm off in the midst and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your [unverified]

Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life
I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?
Come and roll with this number 1 nigga in my 500 Benz
You know I got ends to spend, top ten [unverified]

Count dividends and I'm rollin' still real
Attitude like, ''Nigga, what?''
And me mo thug souljah boy like all of 'em niggas
Mo Thug employ in my city

Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?
It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately
Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe
And outta the way

And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'
It's all about perfect timin', feel me
It's about perfect timin', hear me
What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this
These playa haters got me pissed, bitch

But let me get my gauge
Leatherface, go get your mask
We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas
Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' the number 1 assassin

Warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride
(Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder)
(Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind

Oh, gotta say, fuck all, y'all, all y'all
Wasteland warriors, we stressed
We stressed, we stressed
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind

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No Shorts, No Losses - Lyrics - E. 1999 Eternal - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: No Shorts, No Losses
Album: E. 1999 Eternal
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Bone D J U-Neek Kenny Mccloud

Lyric:
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

I'm taking a swig of the 'burb word
Downing my fifth and I swerve
Drunk as I bend on the curb
Get up to purchase some herbs
To ease up my nerves
While a nigga got rocks to serve

Heard about thugs and hustlas
But never knew none like us before
We junking them off in dumpsters
Suck these thuggish, ruggish nuts
Peep this cut

Make a nigga wanna do some dirt
Putting in work, gotta hit 'em where it hurts
Putting it down, Bone first
And I hit 'em wid the Ouija curse
Them worse to worst

Dog, if you wanting to test Bone
The consequences are fatal
Ready be strapped, papped wid me sawed off
Clack back 'cause I believe in me label

Ruthless and we steady be putting it down
Just for the love of money, yeah
For the love of the wasteland Claire
For the love that brought me here

Dropping piece to the double glock
Ready when the trouble knocks, pop pop ya pistol now
If a nigga wanna run up, gun up
Put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down

Harmony smooth wid the thug shit
Mo' Murda to the fool that clone
Five niggas loc'd out wid the roughness
And it's war trying crab these Bones

Bring on ya stretchers, ya dearly departed
Ya rest in the coffin for daring to cross this
Come and get that ass tossed by the boss bitch
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Nigga come fuck wid me now
Krayzie that nigga that pump pump
Nigga that's my daily thang
Down wid the bang bang, swanging them thangs
It really don't matter, man, insane to the brain

My niggas, so how could you ever compete with the trigger?
Bitch, if you decide you want some of this now
Bite one bid and nigga, we're coming to cut ya
Everyday be the same old
Still gotta flip on the same hoe

Niggas that be trying to study the thugs
But nigga, back up, it's a Bone thing, what?
Never taking no shorts or no losses
Creeping up outta me clik, see
'Mo' Murda', 'Mo' Murda' and Ouija will be with me
Creeping on a come up doing it for the love of money

Stalking gat fools walking jack moves
Ready to pap you if we have too
Remember me, no surrender
Kill 'em and lay 'em up deep in ah coffin
Me no pretender
Leatherface taking no shorts or no losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Ain't taking no shorts or no losses tossing
Niggas all up in them coffins
They don't know when they run up, I gun 'em
Gotta let 'em know who the boss is
See, pop, pop let 'em drop

Mo' Thug, them niggas is nothing but killas
We creeping, we needing mo' money
We sick and we cold and we hungry
(Huh)
I'm loving my thugstas
My clik consist of nothing but hustlas
The nigga you know that'll hurt ya

Serve and murda all bustas now
Hard times, gotta grind, get mine
Even if it means pap, that's ya life
And a nigga gotta die by the sword
The gauge, my nine and my knife

Cocking, I pump my slugs all up in ya, now what?
Shoot a bitch just like a nigga
Ain't no favor, trigger, you fall
It's Wish Bone, no shorts, gotta get mine
Yeah, it's my time
Me and my thugs smoking, choking
Let a nigga P.O.D, off that wine

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Remember when that dog jumped out of the Darkside
Come creep in the barrel, bitch, if you test my hood
It'll be your loss, even if you bring your click
Get tossed and it'd do you no good

Can't fuck wid my gang, no thang
And the bullets they ring out
Strangle the man and drug 'em up off the Claire
We strip 'em and beat they brains out

I gotta give Ps to all ah my Trues
Steadily paying them dues
We niggas wid nothing to lose
Tripping and sipping on brews and acting a fool

Mo' Thug be loving to smoke mo bud
Fiend for the green leaves
Nigga, quick, pull out them trees
I pull out me cheese
Now gimme now what me need

Remember, me killa cap peeler
Still a realer nigga and I'm on to dig ya
So bitch if ya run up, I'm bound to rip ya
Me put in me work, pulling me bullets, it hurt
Better run to chalk it
Digging ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood
See the Bone'll take no shorts or losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Bone, y'all Bone, nigga, that's starting some shit up, what?
Little Ripster get you cleared up thugs
All of my muthafuckas show they nuts and guts
Running up out the cut, pumping bucks

Ready ta fuck you up, must bust them
And steady be dumping thugging on the Claire, oh, yeah
Let's smoke out on 88th jumping wid playas
When me forty four let go, feeling the glock, glock roll
95th gunning outta the window
We peeping out the few coming outta the back do'

Hang, on the Darkside ride,
Pick up your tec and let fly, why?
I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine nine
Ride, me killa, gravedigga nigga, coming up out my trench
Rest in peace and running from the holice
Jumping that barbed wire fence

Hitting the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazing
Gotta watch for the po-po raising up, up on me
Turn around and face 'em
Pump, pump and fade 'em now

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