Destroy Rebuild - Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

Title: Destroy Rebuild
Album: Stillmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Scott Larock, L Parker, Nasir Jones, M Risko, P Hendricks

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Lyric:
This is a journey into the worlds most largest
And notorious projects, Queensbridge
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most
Cowardest rappers

He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile
Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories
First there's this arrogant fuck, his names Cory
Hung around my mans like he a big Trevor
Trevor's still locked up, likes getting his cheddar
Cory changed his name to Arr, whatever
Corn chip, buckwheat lookalike, its mega

Right Mega was his name sorry about that
But it's so hard to put a cowards name in my rap
Always acting tough, a jokester be fronting
He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothing
But that's Nas always looking out for breadrin'
'Cause when breadrin' they return love they don't stress him
'Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real
Still laughing to the bank and shit

Back to Cor, got him a deal but his rhymes was whack
Def Jam now that he signed a contract
Now he got jealous and mad at my shine
Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind
Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid
Mega, for the record, you could suck my dick
Bitch you from around the way it's sad what this do to me
But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill us
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

So now since we on the subject of traders and flunkies
Mega ain't the only faggot in my hood dummies
Theres plenty that wanna be me but cannot
It's like King Arthur and knight Sir Lance-a-lot
Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul
Before I woulda told you, Prodigy's my dog
Through the ups and downs, robberies and all
Though I always knew he wanted my downfall

He would say his little slick shit and act real funny
For what nigga you're butt and it got back to me
Asking a braveheart to get back your jewelry
You ain't from my hood, don't even rep Q B
Nature moved to Marcy
Man dick riding nature, nothing else to say
Man nature moved to Mars, back with ass niggas in fear
Fuck them niggas go head with the progam man proceed

Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief
Of course we ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks
Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas
Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger
Just fills me, when niggas let out of town to set shot
And get filthy rich, it's just not
No more morals, no loyalty, no more community
Queensbridge, we gotta have unity

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

So nowI put the name on the map after Marly and Shan
QB before the Roc had one jam
Before the Death Row and Bad Boy Beef
Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak
So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard
Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed
P how many times natures shamed that
Jungle was busting his gun to get your weak chain back

They don't respect you a check's due for me for your fame
Mega I hope you blow so I'm saying your name
Hoes play your position 'cause you'll never be king
Even Jigga want the crown, honestly poor thing
I'm representing Queensbridge U S A
Where two SK's go off every day new flesh lay
All you little roaches and rats
Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is back, so haters say

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

{So now they say the bridge is over my dick, bridge'll never be over
Long as I'm alive and breathing, Braveheart to the graveyard
I'm the William Wallace of this shit
Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man
You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal niggas
From out your circle, you can't save everybody
Niggas invited you to the hood, rep it right my nigga
Be untouchable my nigga, so it be Mobb for life for real}

{And thats real, ayo nature I can't hold your hand through this shit man
I'm not your father man, be your own man, stand on your own two
I believe in you, believe in yourself nigga or don't even rep this man
Ayo Mega you wanna be a gangsta? There's real gangsta
Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggas is in the grind
Where you be at man? Niggas be bucking
Why you never bucking, where you be at man?
All of a sudden you the motherfuckin' Neo Brown of the fucking hood
Its disgusting man, stay out the magazines}

{Keep my name out your motherfucking mouth
Theres no more room for jealousy, we destroying and rebuilding
That means the cowards get out and the real niggas stay
Niggas been hating me since I been nine, shining
With suede motherfucking ballets on in silks
I'ma always be the young don, don't be like the niggas on the other side
Hating me 'cause I'm beautiful, real niggas in Queensbridge
You niggas come up and get this money and move on baby, QB}

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The Bridge Is Over - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: The Bridge Is Over
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Scott Larock

Lyric:
I say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye
The bridge is over, the bridge is over, hey, hey
The bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye
The bridge is over, the bridge is over

You see me come in any dance wid de spliff of sensei
Down with the sound called BDP
If you want to join the crew well you must see me
Ya can't sound like Shan or the one Marley
Because Shan and Marley Marl dem-a-rhymin like they gay
Pickin up the mic, mon, dem don't know what to say
Sayin that hip-hop started out in Queensbridge
Sayin lies like that, mon, you know dem can't live
So I, tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan
Tell them again, me come to tell them agaaain
Tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan
Tell them again, me come to te-ell them
Manhattan keeps on makin it, Brooklyn keeps on takin it
Bronx keeps creatin it, and Queens keeps on fakin

Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day, aiy
All you sucka MC, won't you please come out to play, cause
Here's an example of KRS-One, bo
Here's an example of KRS-One
They wish to battle BDP, but they cannot
They must be on the dick of who? DJ Scott LaRock
Cause, we don't complain nor do we play the game of favors

Boogie Down Productions comes in three different flavors
Pick any dick for the flavor that you savor
Mr. Magic might wish to come and try to save ya
But instead of helpin ya out he wants the same thing I gave ya
I finally figured it out, Magic mouth is used for suckin
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fuckin
MC Shan and Marley Marl is really only bluffin
Like Doug E. Fresh said 'I tell you now, you ain't nuthin'
Compared to Red Alert on KISS and Boogie Down Productions
So easy now man, I me say easy now mon
To KRS-One you know dem can't understand
Me movin over there and then me movin over here
This name of this routine is called Live At Union Square
Square, square, square, ooooooooooooooooooooooo
What's the matter with your MC, Marley Marl?
Don't know you know that he's out of touch
What's the matter with your DJ, MC Shan?
On the wheels of steel Marlon sucks
You'd better change what comes out your speaker
You're better off talkin bout your wack Puma sneaker
Cause Bronx created hip-hop, Queens will only get dropped
You're still tellin lies to me
Everybody's talkin bout the Juice Crew funny
But you're still tellin lies to me

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Bridge Is Over - Lyrics - A Retrospective - Krs One

Title: Bridge Is Over
Album: A Retrospective
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Scott Larock

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Lyric:
I say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy, bye, bye
The bridge is over, the bridge is over, hey, hey
The bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy, bye, bye
The bridge is over, the bridge is over

You see me come in any dance wid de spliff of sensei
Down with the sound called BDP
If you want to join the crew well you must see me
Ya can't sound like Shan or the one Marley

Because Shan and Marley Marl dem-a-rhymin' like they gay
Pickin' up the mic, mon, dem don't know what to say
Sayin' hip-hop started out in Queensbridge
Sayin' lies like that, mon, you know dem can't live

So I, tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan
Tell them again, me come to tell them again
Tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan
Tell them again, me come to tell them

Manhattan keeps on makin' it
Brooklyn keeps on takin' it
Bronx keeps creatin' it
And Queens keeps on fakin' it

Di di di da, di di di, di da di day, aiy
All you sucka MC, won't you please come out to play, 'cause
Here's an example of KRS-One, bo, here's an example of KRS-One
They wish to battle BDP, but they cannot
They must be on the dick of who? DJ Scott LaRock

'Cause, we don't complain nor do we play the game of favors
Boogie Down Productions comes in three different flavors
Pick any dick for the flavor that you savor
Mr. Magic might wish to come and try to save ya
But instead of helpin' ya out he wants the same thing I gave ya

I finally figured it out, Magic mouth is used for suckin'
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fuckin'
MC Shan and Marley Marl is really only bluffin'
Like Doug E. Fresh said, "I tell you now, you ain't nuthin'"

Compared to Red Alert on KISS and Boogie Down Productions
So easy now man, I me say easy now mon
To KRS-One you know dem can't understand
Me movin' over there and then me movin' over here
This name of this routine is called Live At Union Square
Square, square, square, ooh

What's the matter with your MC, Marley Marl?
Don't know you know that he's out of touch
What's the matter with your DJ, MC Shan?
On the wheels of steel Marlon sucks

You'd better change what comes out your speaker
You're better off talkin' 'bout your wack Puma sneaker
'Cause Bronx created hip hop, Queens will only get dropped
You're still tellin' lies to me, everybody's talkin bout the Juice Crew funny
But you're still tellin' lies to me

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Le Pont Noir - Lyrics - Voivod

Title: Le Pont Noir
Artist: Voivod
Composer(s): Denis Belanger, Denis D'Amour, Michel Langevin

Lyric:
I'm going to the bridge tonight
Venus shines so ever bright

Deep in the woods under the stars
How did I come to get this far?
Have this feeling, what will I find
Around the corner of my mind?

A thousand trees of creeping sin
Dead leaves blowing in the wind
I'm whistling an old melody
To keep the beast away from me

I hear the call of croaking frogs
Answering me lost in the fog
I tell myself, everything's fine
Here in these woods, for the first time

Out in the dark, a shadow sound
Fear to look, but turn around
I realize, I'm face to face
Two yellow eyes, an evil gaze

Ugly blood hound, no wagging tail
How long has he been on my trail?
Down to the bridge, he's leading me
What is it he wants me to see?

Already we've arrived, here I am
There's the bridge, where's the man, what a scam?
That story 'bout the bridge isn't true
I'm enjoying myself, what a view
They say the bridge is not what it is

No one ever comes back, so they say
What could happen to me, anyway?
From away, a tall man comes to me
Has he been here waiting, just for me?

He says there's no more fishing in the lake
But one thing for sure, I'm the catch of the day

This is what happens
When one looks for gold
Turn'd into gray stone
And down deep you are thrown

All this is over, all this is over
All this is over, all this is over

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Party Over - Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

Title: Party Over
Album: The Infamous
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Tajuan Akeom Perry, Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson

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Lyric:
Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew
Yo P, it's on you, what you wanna do?
Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew
Yo P, it's on you, what you wanna do?

Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew
Yo P, it's on you, what you wanna do?
Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew

Every day of my life since 11-2-74
On the street makin' non-stop cream galore
Packin' heat, stickin' up weed stores and more
Collectin' interest off of extortions to settle my score

It gets deeper when things get real
I'm down to stickin' out west bank for my mill
And I'm from Hampstead, it's close to the shacks of park south
Well, I'll be outside slingin', you're always high

And don't come around to the crossroads of life
We're to the death, you and me, this beef for eternity
I'm goin' out to the fullest extent
So far into my troubles it's hard for me to get back

To my everyday self and composure
Catch you when you open then I bring you to a closure
Put ice on a razor and freeze ya when ya shelter
I went for ya grill but you dent from my rolder

I know this kid who says he knows ya because of that
Now, I know where ya lay ya hat at and that's that
Say no more, I put it on you while you was yawnin'
Murder without warnin' the very next mornin'

Once we step through the door, party over, that's the endin'
You and your crew'll leave out, a bunch of dead men
Bump me and I'll bump you back
You ain't tough black, niggas like you just get their life jacked

But I'ma cool nigga til' you push me through the limit
But try ta play me and ya ass I get up all in it
Don't try to cop please now son, it's dead and done
I gave you fair warning so run and get your guns

It's on, time to show 'em how I perform
My attitude'll transform, leave you dead plus wrong
Gettin' the flow within, representin' for queens
Shit is real, why you hopin' that it's all a dream

But you can't wake up, wettin' a chest you bless
Chokin' off your own blood
Don't blame me you brought your own death

Aiyo Noyd, it's on you, what you wanna do?
Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew
Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you wanna do?
Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew

Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you wanna do?
Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew
Yo Big Noyd it's on you, what you wanna do?
Whatever? Party's over tell the rest of the crew

My beeper kept beepin', the other numbers started leakin'
'Who is this on my mind? I was thinkin'
Then I realized it was my dun playin' 911
Once I seen the numbers I ran for the fuckin' guns

My dun in trouble, I be there on the double
I jumped up in the bubble, yo kid where are you?
1-14 between Manhattan and Morningside Avenue
This happened just right out the blue

Aiyo dun, fuck that bitch, tell her get off your dick
But she's cryin' and she says she has feelin's and shit
Yo it's a settup, them niggas got me fed up
Ty stay in the buildin', if they move fuckin' buck 'em

Get up off the scene, you know what I mean?
And hide yourself down with them other fuckin' sixteen
Glock and get off they block
Then I hung up the cellular, ready to rock
And it's on

Yo, you get deaded in the streets, kid set it
You gots no credit, fool you get wetted
Up with the semi-auto mac double, love it
Did he shoot eleven or twelve' is what he wondered?

Nigga I got one more shot, you must be drinkin'
Put the heater to his head, watch him start blinkin'
'Am I goin to heaven or hell? Is what he's thinkin'
Switch to a bitch as his life start sinkin'

Down to a level of no return
Pull out the heat cos when the slugs hit it definitely burns
Now, chill and think about your life for real
Every member of my crew is livin life for real

Got your self fucked into somethin that you couldn't finish
Up against the fulliest squad and get diminished
I'm from Q U E another E N S
So why you small tough talk? I'm not impressed
If I seen you in the bridge, I'd make you undress
Give up the money, the polo especially the guess

Big Noyd, party's over, tell the rest of the crew
Havoc, party's over, tell the rest of the crew
Black Ice, party's over, tell the rest of the crew
Queensbridge, party's over, tell the rest of the crew

The Big Twins, party's over, tell the rest of the crew
Ty, party's over, tell the rest of the crew
Yo Black, it's over, tell the rest of the crew
My man Killer, party's over, tell the rest of the crew

Germ, it's over, tell the rest of the crew
Karate Joe, it's over, tell the rest of the crew
Ron Gotti, it's over, tell the rest of the crew
Karl Capone, party's over, tell the rest of the crew

Rasheim, party's over, tell the rest of the crew
Stobo, party's over, tell the rest of the crew
Tena, party's over, tell the rest of the crew
Skins, it's over, tell the rest of the crew

And the whole fuckin' projects
It's over, tell the rest of the crew
It's over, tell the rest of the crew
It's over, tell the rest of the crew

Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
The motherfuckin' party's over, tell the rest of the crew

Get that nappy up
Yo get that nappy up
Son get that nappy up
Queens get that nappy up
Yo get that nappy up

Yo motherfucker party's over
Yo motherfucker party's over
Yo motherfucker party's over
Yo motherfucker party's over

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Nas Is Coming - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: Nas Is Coming
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Motherfuckin' Dre, ahh
Whassup my nigga? Sup NaSs?
Chillin' God
Niggaz is up in here hittin' some of this chronic, nigga

Yeah and this chocolate over here
They mixed this shit up
Nigga, hit some of this shit, nigga
Yeah, get that

I'm tired of these niggaz, niggaz stealin' beats
And niggaz is stealin', your whole techniques and shit
Niggaz wanna take everything from a nigga man

Yeah, yeah, no NaS, it's like this man
(Nas is coming)
Niggaz can't do it like I do it, d'yaknahmsayin'?
Just like niggaz can't do what you do
(Nas is coming)

Right, right
You know, can't nobody fuck with this
(Nas is coming)
You know all these niggaz out here just
(Nas is coming)

Talkin' this East coast, West coast bullshit
Niggaz need to kill that shit
(Nas is coming)
And make some money, y'know?
Word
(Nas is coming)

Fuck it
What is it, what is it God?
(Nas is coming)
Let's get together, make some fuckin' music
Right, that's what I'm sayin', that's what I'm sayin'
And get paid and just let that be it
(Nas is coming)

All these niggaz talkin' all this bullshit
(Nas is coming)
Let's sit back and watch what happens
(Nas is coming)

The Golden Child chop that ass up, you was holdin' out
Let the streets be the court and corners hold the trial
Fatal not fictitious
I rock the cable eighty-six shit, foreign cars young with crazy bitches

Man smoke makes me able to quote
Solicitin', ill editions of that Murder I wrote
A provocative plan, can bring a knot to my hand
As the pyramids that stand on the top of the sand

And in the heat of the moment, like Farrakhan said, we need atonement
Bulletproof glass, S classes, chrome kitted up
Calicones lit it up
I didn't get touched checking my nuts, I stood up and lit a Dutch

Clutchin' gats quick to bust
But knowin' how these niggaz tattle
I sneak move get the drop, one shot, without the gun battle
So when you run the lead travel
I come through it's taboo
Ninety-six ways made to clap you

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

In the black limo, Jack Daniels through the cracked window
I spot the fake, red dot his face, like a Hindu
Snatched the symbol, tied his hands too
Make examples, substantial amounts you owe, to the fam

Crew, Firm affliation, paper chasin'
Chips glossy, rich Pablo Escabano
Sophisticado, Blazin' hollows like Saddles
Rap apostle, nacho cheese, I'm Castro

Compared to these niggaz who swear to be the real
But impostors to Hoffa, Nas plague kills
Countin' bills to send to all my jail niggaz who fell
From New York to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.T. for G.P.

A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas cigars
Kani shit, mad jiggy
The clout, murder material serial scratched out
My name's passed out like it's somethin' venereal
But back in stereo

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

From childbirth to hearses, flow like the Nile cover surface
I bit the fruit from the Serpent
Apocalyptic, get bent, stay splifted
Control the rap game, you got it twisted

Dr. Dre way the 'Bridge say, shake dice and kiss it
Sip Crist', push the six with the biscuit
Jeep full of chickens, pull up beside, have a listen y'all, Nas y'all
Fly gangsta, wavy hair, teeth chipped in

My shit bump, in the courtroom drunk, links truck
Rocky bracelet,Cognac kernel never chase it
Rap hero, black DeNiro
Federal Bureau, tapped my line and got zero

Rap pro, diamond roll, hustlin' low
Profile, white gold style, rakin' bloody dough by the pile
Shot down, still alive he strugglin' for the phone
Fo' fo' blow him, when homicide comes, these three words are sung

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

Nas is coming, Nas is coming
Nas is coming
(Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming

Check this out
It's Nasty Nas and Dr. Dre
East meets West
That's how we makin' it happen

That's how it goes down for the nine-six
Aiyyo, Nas, let's get this money
Let's get paid
Sit back and watch all these motherfuckin' clowns out here

Riffin' and beefin' about this bullshit
Yo, heh
While they doin' all that
We just gon' kickback with these honies, this Cristal
Hah, and party to the year 2 G

(Nas is coming)
Hehehe, that's right, that's right
(Nas is coming, Nas is coming)
Yeah, Nasty Nas, Dr. Dre
(Nas is coming)
Makin it happen

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Money Over Bullshit - Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

Title: Money Over Bullshit
Album: Hip Hop Is Dead
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): L Lewis, W Coleman, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
My niggaz got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fullys
Brat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel
Rats get their tails snapped and trapped
The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap

Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya
Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria
Dreams of fallin' in the elevator, passin' floors
Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall

I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers
Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards gettin' sprayed up
Sabotagin' my makeup, my watches get laced up
Even if they indicted Jacob

Forensics, Paramedics carry cowards off
Defibrillators shock to your chest, try to cough
They die and hit Hell from an iron
I'm flyin', wire or cell, I'm paid from this shit

Got bitches high as hell, and they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist
They get sent to your hotel, a maid and a shit
Put a barrel in a capo mouth, 'til his scalp come out
You a kid, you don't live what you rap about

King poetic, too many haters to count
Too much paper to count, QB bitch

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of)
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet
Thinkin' 'bout which nigga to target
You kill a nigga today, he lives forever
So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no Martyrs

Black Tec on the table, Mag .44
Black negligee on my bitch, she's at the door
Black fish eggs, nigga, that's the caviar
You niggaz fish-made, y'all niggaz is fifth grade

Niggaz, it's fifty ways to dissect the General
If I give ya the top five, you will not survive
Rule 1, cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue
Rule 2, thought ya knew don't fuck with God's Son

Rule 3, see, matter fact, I just wait
If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive
Each one of you guys that claim Hip-Hop is still alive
Like y'all ain't in agreement wit Nas

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of)
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

From crack pushers to Lac' pushers and ambushers
And morticians to fortresses, case-dismisses laced in riches
Cake ridiculous from nickel and dimin' to trickin' them diamonds
Vegas, places in Switzerland

From non-blastin' to auto, I don't have to blast mine
They blast mine, black nine, you flatline, my cash climb, buy rare art
Antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases
Five-star restaurant eaters

Don't forget who your peeps is
'Sposed to dine with you, sip that good wine with you
Only if they grind with you or slang for ya
Seen niggaz live, laugh, party and die in that very same corner

Pretty girls glance at us, status unconceivable
Private planes landed out in Teterboro, weed I twirl
Once even gave me a phobia that I be in a spot trapped
Like Madame Zenobia's with this kid eyein' my Rolly, y'all

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of)
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

There it is, QB bitch, yeah
QB bitch, yeah, yeah
QB bitch

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New Beginnings - Lyrics - What It Is To Burn - Finch

Title: New Beginnings
Album: What It Is To Burn
Artist: Finch
Composer(s): Alejandro M. Linares, Nathan Barcalow, Alexander Pappas, Randy Strohmeyer, Derek Doherty

Lyric:
Hand me downs and photographs, spread across the floor
A broken record spins in circles, she can't listen anymore
She's turned around a thousand times, she set that bridge a fire

But did you wanna listen?
You took the world with you
So what is left, so what is left for me?

I called you on the phone again, just the other day
It sounds to me you've found your place
And everything is great

But did you wanna listen?
You took the world with you
So what is left, so what is left for me?

But did you wanna listen?
You took the world with you
So what is left, so what is left for me?

(I tried)
So hard to figure out
(Why)
No explanation keeps me waiting
(Let's try)
Because I know you won't forget
(I know)
Even if it's over, it's over
(I know)
It's over
(What is left for me?)
It's over

Did you wanna listen?
You took the world with you
So what is left for me? So what is left for me?

(What is left for me?)
But did you wanna listen?
You took the world with you
So what is left, so what is left for me?

(What's left for me?)
But did you wanna listen?
(What's left?)
You took the world with you
(What's left for me?)
So what is left, so what is left for me?
(For me?)
I tried

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Beef - Lyrics - Notorious B.I.G.

Title: Beef
Artist: Notorious B.I.G.
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach, Christopher Wallace, Hal David, Nashiem Myrick, Kazumi Tabata, Sean Puffy Combs, Albert Johnson, Carlos Broady, Phil Hurtt, Bunny Sigler, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Lyric:
We here, we ain't goin' nowhere
Y'all motherfuckers don't know what beef is

Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G., I put my key
You put your key in, money we'll be seein'
We'll reach the fuckin' ceilin', check it

My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock
Drop top notch, playa hatin' won't stop
This instant, rappers too persistent
Quick to spit, Biggie name on shit

Make my name taste like ass when you speak it
See me in the street, your jewelry, you can keep it
That'll be our little secret, see me, B that is, I that is, G whiz
Motherfuckers still in my biz

Hope they know my nigga gutter fuckin' kidnap kids
Fuck 'em in the ass, throw 'em over the bridge
That's how it is, my shit is laid out
Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out

Y'all got to go, all I make is one phone call
All y'all disappear by tomorrow
All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow
Actually, your man passed the gat to me, now check this

What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your mom's ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., one more time

What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., check it

I done clapped at the best of them, been caused the death of them
These dudes don't want no more, shit is affectin' them
Tops popped off, them niggaz from the bridge
Just be wildin' on you line, that red dot on you

Don't know or warn you, catch them all hogged up
Sober that ass up with clips, the ratchet spit
Number one with the buddhaka
Henny sour diesel, ain't no tellin' what I do to ya
It's obvious ma, you ain't fuckin', keep it movin' ma

Pow pow pow pow pow, they shot 'em in they cars
I wish I was there, I would've shot back all 'em
They fire return fire, put it right back on 'em
Sacrifice myself for you no problem

In the flames I burn for my niggaz that's gone
And the niggaz that took the hits on my niggaz
You been warned, P's not the one, Hav not the one
You try to run up on us, we already bustin' the guns

What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your mom's ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., one more time

What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., check it

They'll be nothin' but smooth sailin'
When I spit shots, now your crew's bailin'
All I got is heat and tough talk for you
Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you

Man this is straight torture, look what that slick shit bought ya
A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher
Watch me set it off like Vivica, here lies your demise
Close your eyes, think good thoughts

Die while your skin start to glisten
Pale blue hands get cold, your soul's risen
It's bad 'cause I just begun
What make the shit real bad, I was havin' fun

What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your mom's ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., one more time

What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep
Beef is when I see you, guaranteed to be an I.C.U., check it

Beef doesn't happen on records, beef does not happen on records
You don't know what beef is, you don't want no beef
You fuckin' fake studio ass, gangsta rappin' motherfuckers
Fuck outta here

Beef is B.I.G. not bein' here, beef is your love ones not bein' here
Beef is every so called ghetto superstar that rose to the top
And dropped just as quickly on some bullshit, what's beef 2006?
What's beef? Y'all motherfuckers don't know what beef is
Fuck all y'all, Bad Boy Bitch we still here

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Bridge, A - Lyrics - Clannad

Title: Bridge, A
Artist: Clannad
Composer(s): Ciaran Marion Brennan

Lyric:
Time came around and I was in need
You came by my side, all my troubles to ease
You collected my heart, healing the past
You'll never lay down [unverified] and I can count on you

We all speak well of a bridge that carries us over
Over safe
The art of compromise has surely been our greatest strength
Our greatest strength

When someone pretends to circle your friend
And finds, he's [unverified] betraying you 'fore it all ends
A bittersweet chain, that'll always remain
So don't let illusions get the better of you

We all speak well of a bridge that carries us over
Over safe
The art of compromise has surely been our greatest strength
Our greatest strength

Love is to share where words can't compare
Love is desire, so full of fire

We all speak well of a bridge that carries us over
Over safe
The art of compromise has surely been our greatest strength
Our greatest strength

We all speak well of a bridge that carries us over
Over safe
The art of compromise has surely been our greatest strength
Our greatest strength

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A Bridge - Lyrics - Clannad

Title: A Bridge
Artist: Clannad
Composer(s): Ciaran Marion Brennan

Lyric:
Time came around and I was in need
You came by my side, all my troubles to ease
You collected my heart, healing the past
You'll never lay down [unverified] and I can count on you

We all speak well of a bridge that carries us over
Over safe
The art of compromise has surely been our greatest strength
Our greatest strength

When someone pretends to circle your friend
And finds, he's [unverified] betraying you 'fore it all ends
A bittersweet chain, that'll always remain
So don't let illusions get the better of you

We all speak well of a bridge that carries us over
Over safe
The art of compromise has surely been our greatest strength
Our greatest strength

Love is to share where words can't compare
Love is desire, so full of fire

We all speak well of a bridge that carries us over
Over safe
The art of compromise has surely been our greatest strength
Our greatest strength

We all speak well of a bridge that carries us over
Over safe
The art of compromise has surely been our greatest strength
Our greatest strength

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Bridging The Gaps - Lyrics - Bridging The Gap - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Bridging The Gaps
Album: Bridging The Gap
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Bill Withers, William Adams, George Pajon, Allen Pineda, John Collins

Lyric:
Yeah
Kimmy Kim, Kimmy Kim, Kimmy Kim, Kimmy Kim
Why don't ya take it to the place where we're fillin' the skylight?
Where we'll be fillin' in the skylight, check it out

We be for connection to everything from calypso to
Hip hop down to bee bop now come rock slip slide to mine
B boy niggaz are gonna push butt
Rock and roll brothas are bound to serve it up
Got the leak so put the peas on turf
So get your waterproof walkman and go surf

John McEnroe get the kids all wacky
Jamal Anderson look he's from back in
The day now he runnin' over niggaz for the fightin'
Instead of lookin' over all y'all brothas from the balcony
But we construction' the bridge so y'all could come and visit
This goes out to every pea that exists how we doin' it?
Yo, it's like this

We bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
And it goes like

We direct revolutionizing the new concepts
Emergining binaries to prove success
Stereotypical they don't get it
We breakin' the barriers some sonic shit
L.A. to Kingston to London Bridge
New York to Germany to Brooklyn Bridge
Also my people in the Golden Gate Bridge
Innovators creatin' new rich

Got them skate kids sayin'
Let's rock
Got them brothas sayin'
Yo let's get fly
Got the whole south sayin'
Ya feel me?
Got them chulos sayin'
Ya feel me?

Every type of people be feelin' my section
'Cuz we be expandin' to a wider selection
Now this goes out to everything that exists
Yo how we doin' it? We do it like this
C'mon

We bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
And it goes like

Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do

Legacy must live on, legacy must live on
Legacy must live on
Make sure that the bridge is strong
Make sure that the gap is wide
Supply the future that we provide
Won't commit and just go inside
Give me room so I can dip and di
Show you how we hypnotize
Angry foot is gonna tell you why

We built this bridge
For the people in the park
We built this bridge
For the dummies in the dark
And we built this bridge
For the children in the light

We built this bridge
For the skeezers with sight
And we built this bridge
For my brothas that are blind
We built this bridge
For the ones that use their mind
And we built this bridge for everybody
For everybody

We bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
And it goes like

Start bridging the gaps
Start bridging the gaps
Start bridging the gaps
Start bridging the gaps

Start bridging the gaps
Start bridging the gaps
Start bridging the gaps
Start bridging the gaps

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Put That On Something - Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Title: Put That On Something
Album: Kuruption!
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Ricardo Brown, Donald Degrate

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Lyric:
When the acid rain falls, your frame falls
I'll make your chains spark the lead, the chainsaws
I'm not captivated and I'm not captive
Free as a bird to fly out on Perv

Ain't here for no frontin' just to say a little somethin'
Rack up the gauge, spray a lil' something'
My momma always told me, rght before, she'd hold me
"Don't tell me, don't say it, just show me"

Over and over again it sunk in slowly
I'm a bomb shell bomb-o-rama, high times is proper
I'm eqipped with 4 clips and all the accessories
For all them Sesame Street G's that pestin' me

Not servin' neccessaties in the battle, I'm raw Galactica, mother
Light 'em up like battle star, Galactica, mother
I'ma show you how I do it over here, over here
If you show me how you do it over there, over there

I'm 'bout to get a meal ticket, put that on something
I'm about to get payed, put that on something
I put that on my momma, put that on something
That's on everything, nigga, put that on something

I'm about to get a meal ticket, put that on something
I'm about to get payed, put that on something
I put that on my momma, put that on something
That's on everything, nigga, put that on something
Put that on something, put that on something
Nigga, put that on something

I put that on my shoes and socks, my moms and my pops
My bomb drops, my 5 glocks, and my knots
How you gonna tell me what I'm gonna do?
When I'm not, when I'm hot is when you can consider it got

In one false move, is when the vaults move
Cracked in the middle like eggs, spread on the table
Your pulse halts, boy, get your game together
This ain't to die together, this ain't this ain't together

Now ain't this somethin', a youngster just swerved up
The homie just swerved up, hold up, I'ma be goin' tonight
I ran into the homies, it's on tonight
I gotta throw on my stars and my khakis on tonight
I'ma show you how I do it over here, over here
If you show me how you do it over there, what?

I'm 'bout to get a meal ticket, put that on something
I'm about to get payed, put that on something
I put that on my momma, put that on something
That's on everything, put that on something

I'm about to get a meal ticket, put that on something
I'm about to get payed, put that on something
I put that on my momma, put that on something
That's on everything, put that on something

Yeah, put that on something
That's on the Pound, put that on something
That's from the hill, nigga, put that on something
That's from the mountain, put that on something
Fool, put that on something

I know a few of y'all could the time to spit off after bustin' lead off
Knockin' a nigga head off, fa sho, hard core, fa sho
Predator, mentor, entrepenuer, radical and raw assasin, maskin'
Caskets and drastics tactics, quick to flip 'em like bricks

Put a little soul in your strive, home boy
Do you ever think about tryin' to ride, home boy
Caticalism, reactions leads to another food up
Fool across the across the bridge with 6 kids, get clips

And everything 'quipped with that
Like Daz said, "Retaliation, revenge and getback"
Like Daz said, "If you ever need me homie, you know what to do"
If I never said it before, the same applies for you, this one's for you
I'ma show you how I do it over here, over here
Now, y'all show me how you do it over there, over there

I ride with the West Coast, put that on something
I ride with the East Coast, put that on something
I put that on my momma, put that on something
That's on everything, put that on something

I ride with up north, put that on something
I ride with the dirty south, put that on something
I put that on my momma, yeah, put that on something
That's on everything, fool, put that on something
Yeah, nigga, put that on something, put that on something

I put that on the hood, put that on something
I put that on my kids, put that on something
I put that on my life, put that on something
I put that on everything, put that on something
I put that on my grandkids, put that on something

I put that on everything, put that on something
I put that on my life, put that on something
Put that on something, put that on something
Is that right, oh really, put that on something then
Put that on something

Put that on something you love, something that you care about
Something that you would never give up
Put that on something, put that on something
Put that on something, you know what I mean?
Put that on something, homie

Put that on something
Put that on something
Put that on something
...

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Eye For An Eye (Your Beef Is Mines) - Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

Title: Eye For An Eye (Your Beef Is Mines)
Album: The Infamous
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Nasir Jones, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Corey Woods

Lyric:
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mines

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together, son your beef is mine

Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list
Know what I mean, have a situation like this
Another war story from a thirsty young hustler, won't trust ya
I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse for the cops to discover

While I be dippin' in the range rover
All jeweled like Liberace
You watch me while Jakes tryin' to knock me and lock me
But I'll be on the low sippin' Asti Spumante

Niggaz try to creep on the side of my jeep
Stuck the heat through the window rocked their ass to sleep
Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really, yeah
But keep lettin' them small things slide and be a failure

If I'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of ya
The world is ours and your team's inferior
You wanna bust caps I get, all up in your area
Kidnap your children make the situation scarier

Life is a gamble, we scramble for money
I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny
I'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy
Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely

Got G's in my pocket hit off my main squeeze
Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze
Through the butter soft leather upholestry
But mostly, keep the gat closely, 'cause niggaz wanna toast me

Yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequences
Count up my blessings, add up my weapons
Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose
Sling do my thing organize fiend servants

Tryin' to make a mil is stress you know the deal
So we sling drills get your cap peeled, 'cause everything is real
'Cause I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi
Sippin' bubbly, with my fingers on the uzi

Try to infiltrate my fort get caught
Dead up in new york, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts
Get your life lost never found again my friend
Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten

On my road to the riches, hittin' snitches off with mad stitches
Your last restin' place'll be a ditch kid
No one can stop me try your style's sloppy

You want to be me, you're just an imitation copy
My theme is all about making the green
Livin' up in luxury, pushin' phat whips and livin' comfortably

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

A drug dealer's dream
Stash cream keys on a triple beam
Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman

Tailor made ostrich, chanel for my women friend
Murderin', numbers on your head while I'm burglarin'
Shank is servin' 'em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin'
New York metropolis, the bridge brings apocalypse

Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin' us
Mad man my sanity is goin' like an hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin' to bag grams
I got hoes that used to milk you

Niggaz who could've killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
Nas Escobar movin' on your weak production
Pumpin' corruption in the third world we just bustin'

Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
They swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black's
Playin' corners glancin' all up in your cornea
Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya

But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack pipe
It's only right, feelin' higher than an airplane right
Word yo, I want to get this money then blow
Take my time, blast a nine, if you front you go

Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons
Shaolin, and Queensbridge we robbin' niggaz for fun
But still, write my will out to my seeds then build
Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

Uh, lay back, word up, just bless 'em with the bulletproof
Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation
For your nation, yeah

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Hold Down The Block - Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

Title: Hold Down The Block
Album: Hip Hop Is Dead
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Mark Christopher Batson, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation

Yeah, Feds feast on street dons, look at their teeth showin'
Salivatin' at the mouth, South to East Orange
Keep pourin' that liquor, but **** don't sleep on it
You'll be givin' up your Jesus piece to your peeps to pawn it

For legal fees in the penal dorm
Screamin' on the horn with 'bout thirty years on your conscience
I'm watchin' brothers disappear, it's appallin'
Some dudes had just only a year of ballin'

Counter-intelligence found a strange evidence
(When the block is hot)
Still we behind the wheel with heat on us, hangin' with predicates
Position we placed in caves in, so they got us caged in
Ways spinnin' like Mike Bivens from New Edition aging
(I gotta, when the block is hot)

I got families I'm feeding 'cause my mans is bleeding
Every five seconds look in all directions
I come through prepared, I give 'em a call
I'm close, bring them guns downstairs

I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation

Uh, uh, it's beef week, Monday, murder
Two **** dead, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday is hearse-day
Friday, somebody-gotta-die-day, Saturday, put the gat away
Chillin' wit your chick and a bag of haze

Wonderin' how it's all gon' end and what type of way
'Cause Sunday back to gunplay
Mo' **** start over nothin'
And get finished quick 'cause the art of repercussion

Yeah, I seen it, a G' going out indecent
(When the block is hot)
Takin' a plea agreement, thinkin' he secret
Escape the crime scene, now you live straight like 9:15
Then one-time intervene
(I gotta hold)

My man ain't like me sayin' I don't care if I die
But the SIG Sauer on me now I'm scared to die
You thinkin' the one I send to clap you be a shorty
But he old school, holdin' a .38, he in his forties

I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation

(I gotta)
Anytime brothers can't get jobs, then they rob
(When the block is hot)
A man rather die than live on his knees and starve
Cops steady askin' your man what happened
First he tell then he stop, like he not really rattin'

Guess he not really in that casket from a sawed-off
(When the block is hot)
Listen, peep game from the brain of an all-star
The rain hurt **** bones who been shot
Metal pins in their leg, they walk with a limp-hop

The streets lie so you better be cautious
(When the block is hot)
Your man'll fry you plus, everybody talkin'
A vet, a General, don't step where I walked in
Make your own path, be a legend in your skin

(Hold down the block, when the block is hot)
Make your own cash, don't stress what I'm forcin'
Don't expect more when you put in less work than all them
Queens Bridge projects has taught him, and that's for life
You heard me right, I got the block
(When the block is hot)

When the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation

I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation

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Bedlam Bridge - Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Title: Bedlam Bridge
Artist: Midnight Oil
Composer(s): Robert Hirst, James Moginie

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Lyric:
In this city with no footpath there's a building with no people
There is crime and gun decisions
There's a street of heat and hawkers, there's a house of hope drifters
There's a gang that shoots then listens

There's a place that knows no poverty, a town without pollution
There's a soul with good intentions
There are canyons full of movie stars, churches made of metal
There are mountains made of muscle

We have leaders who are anxious, we have captains not courageous
Captains tumbling into madness
But there's a main who makes no enemies, a body never breathless
No ambition ever hopeless

Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting
Up on bedlam bridge I'm shot to heaven
Oh, up on bedlam bridge, waiting

In these locked and shackled neighborhoods, bridge and tunnel diplomats
See the golden ghetto's creeper
Crazy flags from history, songs for the White House gangsters
Guns for hell gate railway sleepers

But there's a main who makes no enemies, a body never breathless
No ambition ever hopeless
So how stands the city on this winters night?
The city on the hill or so they said

The snow is falling down around the armory
The city's closing in around my head

Up on bedlam bridge somebody is waiting
Up on bedlam bridge I'm shot to heaven
Oh, up on bedlam bridge, waiting

Drive, won't you drive the engines harder, drive
Drive, won't you turn the engines over, drive

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Eye For An Eye - Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Title: Eye For An Eye
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Nasir Jones, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Corey Woods

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Lyric:
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mines

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together, son your beef is mine

Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list
Know what I mean, have a situation like this
Another war story from a thirsty young hustler, won't trust ya
I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse for the cops to discover

While I be dippin' in the range rover
All jeweled like Liberace
You watch me while Jakes tryin' to knock me and lock me
But I'll be on the low sippin' Asti Spumante

Niggaz try to creep on the side of my jeep
Stuck the heat through the window rocked their ass to sleep
Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really, yeah
But keep lettin' them small things slide and be a failure

If I'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of ya
The world is ours and your team's inferior
You wanna bust caps I get, all up in your area
Kidnap your children make the situation scarier

Life is a gamble, we scramble for money
I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny
I'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy
Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely

Got G's in my pocket hit off my main squeeze
Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze
Through the butter soft leather upholestry
But mostly, keep the gat closely, 'cause niggaz wanna toast me

Yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequences
Count up my blessings, add up my weapons
Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose
Sling do my thing organize fiend servants

Tryin' to make a mil is stress you know the deal
So we sling drills get your cap peeled, 'cause everything is real
'Cause I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi
Sippin' bubbly, with my fingers on the uzi

Try to infiltrate my fort get caught
Dead up in new york, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts
Get your life lost never found again my friend
Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten

On my road to the riches, hittin' snitches off with mad stitches
Your last restin' place'll be a ditch kid
No one can stop me try your style's sloppy

You want to be me, you're just an imitation copy
My theme is all about making the green
Livin' up in luxury, pushin' phat whips and livin' comfortably

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

A drug dealer's dream
Stash cream keys on a triple beam
Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman

Tailor made ostrich, chanel for my women friend
Murderin', numbers on your head while I'm burglarin'
Shank is servin' 'em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin'
New York metropolis, the bridge brings apocalypse

Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin' us
Mad man my sanity is goin' like an hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin' to bag grams
I got hoes that used to milk you

Niggaz who could've killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
Nas Escobar movin' on your weak production
Pumpin' corruption in the third world we just bustin'

Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
They swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black's
Playin' corners glancin' all up in your cornea
Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya

But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack pipe
It's only right, feelin' higher than an airplane right
Word yo, I want to get this money then blow
Take my time, blast a nine, if you front you go

Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons
Shaolin, and Queensbridge we robbin' niggaz for fun
But still, write my will out to my seeds then build
Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine

Uh, lay back, word up, just bless 'em with the bulletproof
Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation
For your nation, yeah

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