Hustler Musik - Lyrics - Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Lil' Wayne

Title: Hustler Musik
Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Tristan G. Jones, Dwayne Carter

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Lyric:
Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one
I'ma paint da city red wit dis one
I'm ahead wit dis one
See u fuckin' wit da boys
Who tote toys way before Christmas
No assistance just

That persistence with
That commitment if
I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight
I know my vibe is tight
And I deserve da throne
And if da kid ain't right
Den let me die in his songs

See I'll be ridin' just
Ridin alone'
Wit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin'
How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing?
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king

Shant be, so I be who I be, that's me
Dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motherfuckin'
So I be who I be, that's me
Dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motherfuckin'

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

Money iz da motivation
Facin' da avenue
Back touchin' da wall
Got da weed, got da gun

Gotta run when I hear da bird call
Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off
Swerve off
U kno me dey call me Birdman Jr.

Anybody murderer
If Birdman sponsor it
Phantom of da Opera
All black, guap tent, locked in
I can let them shots out
U can't get no shots in

Bullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof
Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy
They call ?em Bullet Tooth
I'm like, what it do, what it do
There's a full court pressure
I'm just going for da 2

If I'm open for da 3
I'ma take it in a second
Even if there's one second
I'ma make it, it's nothin'

I don't take it for granted
I don't take it for nothin'
I take it for what it's worth
To da derf motherfucker
(Yea)

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

I ain't neva killed nobody I promise
And I promise if u try me
He gon' have to rewind dis track
And make me go back
Dat thing a go rrrat
Dat boy will lay flat, so flat

Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating
Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'?
Bathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in

Got me feelin' like Scarface
Light da Cohiba, streets reply
I look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high
Get right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons
4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up

And look I got some
And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up
See it's a cold world so homie bundle up
We ain't on dis grind for nothin'
Now get ya hustle up

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin'
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'?
I'm takin' dese chances

My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingas 2 da judge
If da money don't move

Then I won't budge
(Won't budge)
No I won't budge, no Lord

Man, man this be that Hustler Musik
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo
So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo
I'm asking y'all please, please

Young Weezy got that Hustla Musik
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik
Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo
Vibe to it yo

It's trill shit man, it's real talk man
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
It's trill shit man, it's real talk boy
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it

I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go
I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is
Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body
We warned the place, we here
Fuck bitches, it's young money, nigga

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The Life - Lyrics - Styles

Title: The Life
Artist: Styles
Composer(s): David Styles, Lamont Dorrell, S Glenn, Troy Donald Jamerson

Lyric:
My life, Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah, Howie McDuffy
Holiday Styles, Double R, Rawkus Records
Pharoahe talk to 'em, let 'em try to understand
Let 'em try, let 'em try now

My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
An' I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
What you say now, won't budge me

'Cuz where I come from, so often
People you grew up with layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in strife
It's my time now, my world, my life

My life is based on lightin' blunts, loadin' guns
Tellin' my lawyers to get the case gone
I need the bills that the presidents got they face on
So I can switch my residence, get a truck an' a Lex

Fuck a check, I no longer have to wait for 'em
I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends
I light a blunt 'cuz never will the struggle end
So you can judge a nigga, but you ain't got it
You ain't in the role

So you really can't budge a nigga, you oughta love a nigga
For the fact that it's my world
An' my life but still I'm a rugged nigga
They say you buggin', nigga, fuck it, I'm a thuggin' nigga

You talkin' bullshit, then kick it with another nigga
I got a bigger bed an' I need a cover, nigga
An' I ain't got friends, I got enemies
So if they with me, then that means they my brother, niggaz

My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
An' I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
What you say now, won't budge me

'Cuz where I come from, so often
People you grew up with layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in strife
It's my time now, my world, my life

My life is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead
Run around hustlin', scared of the Feds
They said death is eternal sleep
But the only thing is you ain't really sure
If you prepared for the bed

So often we get merked in the head, instead of big money
They got big Momma hurtin' instead
My life is makin' the verse, but the handcuffs
The bullpens, the jail cells is makin' it worse

Tell Mommy I don't go to the church
Tell Oc' I don't go to mosque, I blow blunts, hold guns
An' I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march
I play the part an' my heart seem colder than March

But on the flip side of things, it's still warmer than June
I have talks with the Lord an' he'll be callin' me soon, what?
An' my life is all I have
My family, my niggaz, my flow, my grabs, what?

My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
An' I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
What you say now, won't budge me

'Cuz where I come from, so often
People you grew up with layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in strife
It's my time now, my world, my life

My life, my life

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Budge - Lyrics - Dinosaur Jr.

Title: Budge
Artist: Dinosaur Jr.
Composer(s): Joseph Jr Mascis

Lyric:
Grab a ride, see the wings for most fly
Try to picture me with you
Let's stop, we can crush at high speed
Hope we can feel enough for two

Yeah, I gave you a nudge
Not sure what to touch
Hey, made my last nudge
Why won't you just budge?

Grab a ride, see the wings for most fly
Try to picture me with you
We can gaze, then we'll trade to space plane
Tons of rubble to sift through

Yeah, I need a bug
Not sure what to touch
Hey, made my last nudge
Why won't you just budge?

Grab a ride, see the wings for most fly
Try to picture me with you
We can gaze, then we'll trade to space plane
Tons of rubble to sift through

Let's stop
We can crush at high speed
Hope we can feel enough for two

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Murder In My Heart For The Judge - Lyrics - Wow/Grape Jam - Moby Grape

Title: Murder In My Heart For The Judge
Album: Wow/Grape Jam
Artist: Moby Grape
Composer(s): Jerry Miller, Don Stevenson

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Lyric:
I've got murder in my heart for the judge
I've got murder in my heart for the judge
Well, that bad old judge wouldn't budge
I've got murder in my heart for the judge

Walked into the courtroom
Know this was gonna bring me down
And that big fat bald representative of justice
And the prosecutor began to frown

I'm sorry, sorry for the things I've done
I sure want to change my evil ways
And the judge looked down at me and said
For getting smart, boy
Gonna give you more than a lifetime

Murder in my heart for the judge
I've got murder in my heart for the judge
Well, that mean old judge wouldn't budge
I've got murder in my heart for the judge

Now he said, if you look like a man
I will be your friend, just give me your money
And cut off your hair, boy
I don't want to see your ugly face again

Murder in my heart for the judge
I've got murder in my heart for the judge
Well, that mean old judge he would not budge
I've got murder in my heart for the judge

I've got murder in my heart for the judge
Murder, murder in my heart
Murder, murder, don't take me away
Murder, murder, murder in my heart
Murder, oh, oh, oh, murder

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Just One - Lyrics - The Reason - Hoobastank

Title: Just One
Album: The Reason
Artist: Hoobastank
Composer(s): Daniel Estrin, Chris Hesse, Markku Lappalainen, Douglas Robb

Lyric:
I wanna live, I wanna leave
I wanna open up and breath
I wanna go, I wanna be
I wanna feel it constantly

Gotta show, gotta stay
I've gotta feeling that won't go away
I've gotta know, if they got away
My opportunities

Just one
Chance is all I ever wanted
Just one
Time I'd like to win the game
From now on
I'd take the chance if I can have it
Just one, just one

I need to think, I need to feed
I need to see if I still bleed
I need a place, I need a time
'Cause I need to step outside that line

Gonna give, gonna take
I'm gonna scream till I'm awake
I'm gonna budge, I'm gonna budge
Open up the door

Just one
Chance is all I ever wanted
Just one
Time I'd like to win the game
From now on
I'd take the chance if I can have it
Just one, just one

And if I knew when the door was open
I'd go through, I would go on through
And I can say what I do never be the same
Never be the same

Just one
Chance is all I ever wanted
Just one
Time I'd like to win the game
From now on
I'd take the chance if I can have it
Just one, just one

Just one
I'd take the chance if I can have it
Just one
I'd take the chance if I can have it
Just one
Yes I'd take the chance if I can have it
Just one, just one

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Road Dawgs - Lyrics - Amil

Title: Road Dawgs
Artist: Amil
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Eve Jeffers, Anthony Dent, Shawntae Harris, Amil B. Whitehead

Lyric:
DJ Clue
(Jay-Z)
New Shit
(Uh, huh, check it out now)
Road Dawgs
Amil, Eve, Da Brat
(Amillion, E-V-E)
Jay-Z

First Lady, check it out, uh yo
Don't watch me nigga watch my bitches
Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella that's the clique
Nigga don't watch me better watch my bitches

I stay sick wit'
Each [unverified] flow like liquid shit
Harder than the dick get
Nigga flew his whole clan just to get wit'

One touch nigga fiend for the clit lick
Don't leave 'em nothing but a quick fix
Me and money makers be the first pick and
Do the dirt quick and

Sexy thug keep get me warm make my toes twitch
Only fuck wit' the raw you should know this
Ruff Ryde, but you scared of the stallion
Scheme for cream, me and Amillion

Carry rockets in my pockets, better step back
Put holes in ya back you can bet that, hustle for the dollar
Eve, like to cut you, make you holler
Play cuts for bucks and watch 'em pile up

You want more?
See me in the drop top it's on
Peach color pony head course
Player instinct, learned from my dogs

Save ya money baby, I'ma take you to the mall
And I buy you something small
Maybe something negligence
Cartier, came fast in small things

What I need to survive is a peace of the pie, feel me
E V E, capitalize
Taking the shit, making it mine
Big niggas in the game that'll let us find

Put me up against anybody I shine
Taking my time for this line for line
Mad chart thugs wit' yours crime for crime
Real bitches keeping it raw, about time

Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)

Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)

Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)

Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)

Crush shit before I even touch shit
Wit the princess cuts and shit
My niggas, Roc-a-Love for me
Haters, make you think you can fuck wit' me

This rap shit is like drugs to me
Nigga, need a fix leave it up to me
All Money Is Legal
Roca y'all know how we do

First class, all stretch out
Or, S-Class all sexed out
Got the cash, let's be out
Bitch gone only do joints wit the best out

Most niggas can't handle me
So I strictly fuck wit' family
Sports to death, ask Jigga
Don't I only deal wit a high class nigga?

It's a turn off if my cash bigger
Don't blame me, blame my last nigga
Mother fucker kept me laced from the feet up
Started off wit a pair of V studs

I be wifey no pre-nups
Still ended up wit the SE what
Windows down, seats back
Can't catch me wit' a sweet track

Co-writers don't need that 99 and I still ain't meet my match
Feel me huh? New Your and Philly huh?
The only ones that had a chance
Was the ones wit' the cash advance

Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)

Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)

I tell 'em like this
Ain't to many mother fuckers bad as me
Bust at a nigga wit' a rhyme
Or a nine wit' a tragedy

When it cause catastrophes, will actually 'cause you to bleed
Fuck up anything you breathe, pass the weed
If a nigga proceed to step outta line, I'm a gradually
Fill his anatomy wit' bullet holes in his behind

I happen to be the type of bitch
Get a grudge I don't budge and shit
And look at what I did in life as a kid
Wit' thugs and pents

Now I got the knowledge of a college mother fucker
Wit' a scholarship
At any degree my temperature get, boiling hot to freezing
When I release, you can see the reason, I'm so cold

Niggas continuously rolling me beats to choke on
Tryna get a smoke on
High, 'cause I have to get it
When you can never see me coming the Devil's Advocate

Material hoe, keeping niggas dropping they draws
And fiending for more
Surrounded wit', diamonds around the wrist
Cruise the town in my six, bruising them every time I hit

And I ain't tryna quit
If I do, you can never find another to fill my shoes
I prove you can't duplicate this
Attempt to and lose

This little nigga been rocking the basement since I was about two
Pick up the pace quick, why worry about a replacement?
When I stepped in came wit' my feet in the pavement
Leave niggas in amazement

And guess what the ingravement say?
Capital B R A T was here and got paid all year
In a major way, fuck what the haters, fuck the tabloids
I spit on niggas, who try to steal my joy

Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)

Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)

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Boyz-N-The-Hood (Remix) - Lyrics - Nwa

Title: Boyz-N-The-Hood (Remix)
Artist: Nwa
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Henrik Rasmussen, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoops

A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

Donald B in the place to give me the pace
He said, ?My man JD is on freebase?
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal my Alpine

Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, L.A. Times, front page

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala

They greet me with a 40 and I started drinkin'
And from the 8-ball, my breath start stinkin'
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left, I hit the Bacardi

Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb h*** says somethin' that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid *** by her nappy ass weave

She started talkin *** wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the h***
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross, cold knocked him out

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

I'm rollin' hard now, I'm under control
Then wrapped my 6-4 'round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother?
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another

Walkin' home, I see the G ride
Now Kat is drivin', Kilo on the side
As they busted a u, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova

Kat got beaten for resistin' arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin' his Guess
Now G is caught for doin' the crime
Fourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the County Jail
Two days later in Municipal Court
Kilo G on trial, cold cut a fart

Disruption of a court said the judge
On a six-year sentence, my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin

He yelled out fire, then came Suzy
The *** came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

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4th Chamber - Lyrics - Genius

Title: 4th Chamber
Artist: Genius
Composer(s): G Grice, R Diggs

Lyric:
Choose the sword and you will join me
Choose the ball and you join your mother in death
You don't understand my words, but you must choose
So come boy, choose life or death

Yeah, go to hell
The only man a hoe wait for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex
Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons
Corner sittin' wine niggaz sippin' Apple Boone
This ain't no white cartoon
'Cuz I be duckin' crazy spades
The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs

Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up
You're out of luck like two dogs stuck
Iron Man be sippin' rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable
Noriega, aimin' knives which stay windy in Chicago
Spine-tingle, mind boggles
Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough
Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so
I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth
Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don

I judge wisely, as if nothin' ever surprise me
Loungin', between two pillars of ivory
I'm lively, my dome piece is like buildin' stones in Greece
My poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak
I'm overwhelmed as my mind roams the realm
My eye's the vision, memory is the film
Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds
They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd
No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit
Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip
And throw all types of fits
I leave 'em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips

Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin' your buildin'
No time to grab the gun, they already got your wife and children
A hit was sent from the President to rage your residence
Because you had secret evidence and documents
On how they raped the continents and it's the prominent
Dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew
The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu
Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
Or the Ebola Virus under the reign of King Cyrus

You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin' lakes
Of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin' slim
Like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral
Use the sky for a blanket, stuffin' clouds inside my pillow
Rollin' with the lands
The tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
Protons electrons always cause explosions

The banks of G, all cream downs a vet
Money feed good, opposites off the set
It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any means
Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit cream
I learned much from such with cons who run scams
Veterans got the game spiced like hams
And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn

Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn
Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength
That made me truncate the limp on temp
With the stump, treat his hips like air pumps
RZA shaped the track, niggaz caught razor bumps
Scarred tryin' to figure who invented
This unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
'Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse

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J.I.M.M.Y. - Lyrics - Harlem: Diary of a Summer - Jim Jones

Title: J.I.M.M.Y.
Album: Harlem: Diary of a Summer
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): T Holiday, J Graham, M Brown, Shelby Joyner, Jim Jones

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Lyric:
J.I.M.M.Y.

Capo, what's my motherfuckin' name?
Eastside, say what, what's my motherfuckin' name?
DipSet, Byrd Gang

Catch that boy Capo
Cruisin' up 8th with the top low and the cops low
I'm a DipSet boss
You don't wanna get clapped, get caught up in the cross

And I'm caught up in the floss
Chain 500 thou' 'cause I'm brought up in the gloss
And I'm caught up in the cross
I'm a winner, I ain't tryin' to get caught up with a loss

Now when the hell would it stop
I keep evading the law, getting tailed by the cops
I keep breakin' the law, got a bail on spot
You can't cool me off, tried to tell you I'm hot

Goin' hard for 16
Livin' that fast life like I'm made for the big screen
And y'all know how I get in the club
A nigga knew the bouncer, a 4-fifth in the club

I try to two step, 4-fifth can't budge
So I'm posted in the back while I'm twistin' up bud
Got some hoes in the back and they sippin' on suds
Blowin' smoke on the dough, poppin' Cris' with the thugs

Shit, I'm a boss I said
A DipSet gangsta I don't cross my legs
G's up, eastside, code red
Beef what, we ride low pay

Catch that boy Capo
Cruisin' up 8th with the top low and the cops low
I'm a DipSet boss
You don't wanna get clapped, get caught up in the cross

And I'm caught up in the floss
Chain 500 thou' 'cause I'm brought up in the gloss
And I'm caught up in the cross
I'm a winner, I ain't tryin' to get caught up with a loss

What they gonna do with the Capo
Got a hard body clique that'll shoot for the Capo
When they drive by the strip they saluting the Capo
Keep one fly bitch up in the coupe with the Capo

Now a days all it pays to come jukin' them macho's
The other half must think I'm suite 'cause I gato
Or maybe it's because I keep my pants off my ass

I am my own boss, I only answer for cash
I only fear the law, so fuck a man with a badge
And I'm tryin' to duck the law dogs I'm gettin' indicted
They done showed me the money, shit the kid got excited

So if the kid get an inch, well, I'm takin' a yard
And if the kid do get bitch, well, I'm takin' a yard
That's till the day that I'm charged
We be leavin' out the club, my crew racin' the cars
Who's at your favorite broad

Catch that boy Capo
Cruisin' up 8th with the top low and the cops low
I'm a DipSet boss
You don't wanna get clapped, get caught up in the cross

And I'm caught up in the floss
Chain 500 thou' 'cause I'm brought up in the gloss
And I'm caught up in the cross
I'm a winner, I ain't tryin' to get caught up with a loss

I done ran through most clubs that they have in my city
Dancin' in the spot with my hammer getting pissy
One hand up on the bitch other hand on my blizzy
I kicked my G mac, tryin' to slip her a mickie

Lord, help the boy they tryin' get me
Always pull me over they be dyin' to frisk me
Car smell like weed and I be reakin' of liquor
Told me I was free but they see I'm the nigga

I gotta leave 'em one bigger
I said I'm from a hood where police gettin' hit up
Get up, let's not make it a issue
But if a nigga piss me off I'm goin' straight to the pistol

Then we could make it official
Next time you see ya mama
Won't be awake when she kiss you
I'm just tryin' to get some paper
And avoid all the haters

Catch that boy Capo
Cruisin' up 8th with the top low and the cops low
I'm a DipSet boss
You don't wanna get clapped, get caught up in the cross

And I'm caught up in the floss
Chain 500 thou' 'cause I'm brought up in the gloss
And I'm caught up in the cross
I'm a winner, I ain't tryin' to get caught up with a loss

J.I.M.M.Y.
J.I.M.M.Y.

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Paisley Darts - Lyrics - The Big Doe Rehab - Ghostface Killah

Title: Paisley Darts
Album: The Big Doe Rehab
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Dennis Ames, Levar Coppin, Theo Bailey, Clifford Smith, Delano Matthews, Bobby Miller, Darryl Hill, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles

Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo

Catch me on yo' brochure with beach balls, at least three whores
Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws
They skin tone is coffee and milk, mixed up
Ass as big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up

Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold Moet
Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech
With cowboy hats and coach bags, they party like rock stars
Bo Gary watches, just chill, they down in the shark bars

And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D
My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds
I'ma finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee
You could find me fucked up like the mice in cheese

Life's a B, Bentley and big bills
Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls
Karate, black belt and I bring booze
To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue

We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest
Thankful, counting up currency and move when it rain, pour
From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love
The Cuban link niggaz is the realest

Let my wallet walk, speak to niggaz, cops, judges
We put it down, Columbian style, with three killas
Based on money, dummies will die
It ain't funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya mommy

Keep cool, nigga, read him the rules, before he bleeding in pools
And fuck my shit up, and I'ma just lose
Paid a lot of paper to live here
American gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear

You know what time it is, crime it is, no matter what rhyme it is
We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits
Based on a general's fist of fury
Neck, arm, money, all of that's crispy jewelry

Let me show you how I G ride, Nina on both sides
Nobody riding shotgun but the four-five
Nigga, if you won't try, I'll give ya something to regret
Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck

Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest
If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing less
Pay respect, I'm a element of Homicide Housing
In other words, bitch, I'm the resident from Homicide Housing

Known for drug dealing, stack thousands
Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses
At any time I could move up out this
And go and cop some shit up in the mountains

Aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy stay fresher than produce
Timberland snow boots, collecting more cream than a toll booth
I grind daily, patriotic like Tom Brady
I'm the bomb, baby, 'cuz what I write is beyond crazy

I'm the Don with the teflon armor, good karma, Mac Palmer
Call me Arab Diesel 'cuz I'm a track bomber
Roger that, my niggaz ain't got it cracked
All we do is dollar stack, get twisted like bottle caps

While you on the block getting indicted, we island hopping
Globe trotting through the friendly skies flying United
There's a party over here and everybody's invited
The headliners is Theodore and everybody's excited

Fuck that, 'bout time we took it back to the block
The task force coming, I got crack in my sock
White Rock on the dinner plate, get cash, shit is hot
Smash whips on the Interstate, we dash on the cops

It's them dudes, drug slingers, 1-6, ooh
Crime figure, rhyme spitter, his gun spit too
Call 'em Sex Pistols, ravishing, nigga, I'm Rick Rude
And ain't many mothafuckas could fit up in Rick's shoes

Man, listen, ice glisten, they love the life we living
That's a given, like football players love white women
White linen, a tight denim, that ass look right in 'em
Shit, I'm riding 'em, cool as Kahlua's with ice in 'em, shit

Aiyo, yo, yo, yo, I pass the mic to Cap, nah, I pass it back
Never, son, hold that, you the master of the rap attack
So knick knack patty wack, this is how we do it black
Slap you with the almanac where actual facts is sold as facts

We on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones
Traveling across the world while we smoking the bone
We all here grinding, y'all niggaz know what we do
We get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too

Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of Yakub
Swagger stuck on ya face like a New Jack tool
Right back at you, yeah me and my dude Toney
We'll fuck with fake contracts and niggaz that's phony

Trying to get this money, right homey
And lay back in the Riverside, just chill, relax the dome piece
Link up with a fly dime, brick and a chrome piece
Coming for that gwop, yeah nigga, you got beef

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So What You Saying - Lyrics - Beanie Sigel

Title: So What You Saying
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Warren Nichols, Malik Cox, Dwight Grant, Walter Morrison, Garry Shider, Justin Smith, Allen Williams

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]

Aiyyo, the guc is here, dog, I'm back to work
I took time off a couple niggas had to get hurt
Due to the fact they wack and wasn't strapped
Packin' they gat, now they layin' flat

In six in green, you know what I mean?
Man, I need a new gat for that
Yo, I'm the Coke copper plus, the rock chopper
Down wit M. Bleek, dog, the Marcy prock clocker
One wreck, the other destroy
And with that bullshit vest on, I'm killin' your boys

I don't play when it come to yae
I cop cook and collect my dough in one day
Book rock and collect my dough at one show
False looks, Memph let one go from the floor

Yo, yo, well, I'm known to be the master in the M.C. field
Oh, oh, got respect, oh, one I still
Tote guns to the show and then I jet wit a hoe
Bitch niggas want to front and get clapped, get on the floor

Clap a second time and make sure I flat line you
Let a whole round go, hit niggas behind you
See the gleam on the glock, know the beam on top
Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the team is the rock

As I glance at Mack, A K A B.Sigel
Know we comin' with the Macks and the extra eagles
I'm not playin', you dudes know what I'm sayin'
I make a call to my dogs, them niggas comin' through sprayin'
What you sayin'?

I'm puttin' heads to beds, gun straight out the box
B.Sige, I put up all the roofs and glocks
I'm not playin', see these guns that I'm sprayin'?
Twin sub oozies, can't budge or move me

Nickels stay chubby, smokers never choosy
Don't gotta yell up the block, they come to me
Packs with colorful tops just like coochies
New jacks with they pack they like, who he?
I'm not playin', knock them things off quick
I got game still think off shit, what you say?

With a partner like Sigel, don't come a dime a dozen
We could be brothers, we better known as cousins
As we climbed the chart with who the fuck want what
My hood to your hood, we showed the world crew love

Who wanna play with that rock a team?
Know that I tote that thing that knock sixteen
You walk around talkin' this and that
How I sound like Jay and all my records is wack
But when I dropped the L P, niggas thought it would fold
Thirty days later, coming of age went gold, what you sayin'?

Now, party people, it's time for this question
No knock, knock, who's that? Who's there?
Or who is it? It's the M A C K
Yes the gun clapper, the duct tape
Rope, black mask and kidnapper

The flow dope, the beats just blazin'
Like Luther Vandrow says
Yo, I am so amazing and I've been waiting
For a sucker to attack the cat with two gats
Yo Bleek, you got my back, show 'em how we do

Yo, I fight fire with fire, I make crews retire
I spit 9 to 5 nines, Bleek for hire
Your crew murderize, see the guns that I'm bringin'
In an all out battle, Bleek, come out swingin'

Memph the type of nigga that'll spit off quick
Biggs push the Benz and we spin off quick
Take a sip of the cris pour the Belvy with lime
Crack the Arma del Lope and then I'm goin' for mine
So, what you sayin'?

[Incomprehensible]

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Have You Ever - Lyrics - The Makings of a Man - Jaheim

Title: Have You Ever
Album: The Makings of a Man
Artist: Jaheim
Composer(s): Keir Gist, James Harris, Jaheim Hoagland, Terry Lewis, Cliff Lighty, Bale'Wa Muhammad

Lyric:
Have you ever?
Common
Have you ever
Think about it

Have you ever
Thought of what you did
When you were a kid
As you reminisce?

Have you ever
Thought about your life
Thought you paid a price
Casue it wasn't right?
Have you ever

Ever tell the truth but lied
Held back when you shoulda cried
Didn't say it when
You shoulda said goodbye

Meant something but didn't say
Said something but didn't mean
Seems like we all been through it

Ever let the people get away
Ever look back
And wish you could get back
How it was back in the day

Ever had a girl
You wouldn't budge
Instead of telling them how much
You'd be true with loving

Have you ever ever
Or am I the only one
Tell me have you ever
Looked back on the
Things that you've done

Have you ever
Thought of what you did
When you were a kid
As you reminisce?

Have you ever
Thought about your life
Thought you paid a price
Casue it wasn't right?
Have you ever

Been up in the club
Bustin' over ne too many
Double shots of hennergy
Told you she was twenty-one

You think maybe
You and her leaving
End up in a hotel suite bed
Whoa, no glove

Slipped up now you gettin' that love
Next morning you wake up
Feeling stupid, I have

Have you ever been
Caught up in a jam
You and your man not thinking
Make a quick decision

Got the ooh wee in your hand
Busted you be doing 20 plus fo' sure
Drop it and run then the whole hood'll know

Whoa, time passed
Given that behind the three hit's glass
Raise my sons the only thing he asked
Have you ever, I have

Have you ever ever
Or am I the only one
Tell me have you ever
Looked back on the
Things that you've done

Have you ever
Thought of what you did
When you were a kid
As you reminisce?

Have you ever
Thought about your life
Thought you paid a price
Cause it wasn't right?
Have you ever

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Who'S It On - Lyrics - Casual

Title: Who'S It On
Artist: Casual
Composer(s): Nathan Davis, Teren Delvon Jones, John Owens, P Peacock, Damian Siguenza

Lyric:
My name be Pep Love
Over the loop, I scoop, and do a flip
Alleyoup, put a dip in a hula hoop
And spin her as I went in her
Ahe's hot like diner, she sounds like a tenor
Then again I wouldn't know, yo

What is the subject the way that Pep Love check
Mics and throw rights and lefts don't move or budge yet
'Cause Hieroglyphics in the motherfuckin' house
I rips descriptions of MC's duckin' out

As we step in Pep and Del and Casual leave the weapons
'Cause we flippin' this funky shit for the crowds acceptance
I've been around the world and I, I, I never seen
A crew of fresher niggaz that just be actin' all in they teens

Never stallin', as soon as we fill in the scene
I bet ya that I wet ya MC's like a dream
Bringin' a pow pow shootin up like coke in the veins
But now, now I'd rather have smoke in the brain
Who's the pimp? The nigga that profits when I rock shit I spin
Check this shit which I have concocted then you can jock it

"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??

"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??

Yeah, it's time I add flavor, and I'm glad I came
Your style is lame, you picked a bad time.
Del will propel rhymes and tell minds to calculate
When it comes to rhymes I know I'll be great

Inside my ride when I get it, I won't have to kid it
I'm right around the corner you mourn or you shitted, bricks
I gets my kicks with my tricks and my treats
The agenda will send ya in and out through my landscape

I will ban fakes, phony figures
No need for alarm 'cause I'm the nigga
You're in the wrong place at the wrong time
And you'll catch a pistol whippin' but if you got a bong fine

Nowadays I don't forget what is flavor, interlockin'
Not meant for mockin, or plagiary I'm the major G, ask your agency
How my pager's free of anguish, ya strange bitch

I never saw you, we all crew so you small crews gets no attention
I commence to blend, within the background
Like a chameleon, revealin' them
This is how I track down traitors and the faders

"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??

"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??
"Who's it on, who's it on, who's it on??

I'm comin' phat, so don't mistake dude
I gate crews drop that shit kid I'll make ya kneel
Bow when I reveal real styles

Electrocutin' we wreck the cute scene rappin', adaptin'
'Cause the sacs spend his lifetime, tryin' to bite mine
It's quite funny word to the money that they say we gettin'
My crew's judicial, you're superficial

Need I say more, niggaz get vexed
Now they got me leavin bodies on the floor like homeless
I slice your spleen, I'm twice as mean
Your dome is disconnected, we wreck shit

Niggaz don't know how to flow
That disgusts me, and keeps me bustin'
I must clean the hip-hop scene
I'm aware, no one can compare so I fiend

To hear a nigga who can flow better, you no better
Hieroglyphics runnin' shit from here till after forever
So clever MC's take shorts because John knows who's it on

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Boyz N The Hood (G-Mix) - Lyrics - Eazy E

Title: Boyz N The Hood (G-Mix)
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Henrik Rasmussen, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoops

A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

Donald B in the place to give me the pace
He said, ?My man JD is on freebase?
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal my Alpine

Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, L.A. Times, front page

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala

They greet me with a 40 and I started drinkin'
And from the 8-ball, my breath start stinkin'
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left, I hit the Bacardi

Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb h*** says somethin' that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid *** by her nappy ass weave

She started talkin *** wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the h***
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross, cold knocked him out

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

I'm rollin' hard now, I'm under control
Then wrapped my 6-4 'round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother?
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another

Walkin' home, I see the G ride
Now Kat is drivin', Kilo on the side
As they busted a u, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova

Kat got beaten for resistin' arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin' his Guess
Now G is caught for doin' the crime
Fourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the County Jail
Two days later in Municipal Court
Kilo G on trial, cold cut a fart

Disruption of a court said the judge
On a six-year sentence, my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin

He yelled out fire, then came Suzy
The *** came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

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Neva Change - Lyrics - Amerikaz Nightmare - Mobb Deep

Title: Neva Change
Album: Amerikaz Nightmare
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, J Porter

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Lyric:
Gun wars, money, hustle, the hoes
Niggaz that don't get along for life, that's how it go
Momma's victim, take care of there kids, and let 'em roam
And you can see how he or she gon' be when they get grown
Your childhood, ideals crushed, youth press due and stuffed that
Basically, just go fuck ya ass up, you a volcano about to erupt
Runnin' the corrupt guns shiny, but them
Basketball trophies covered in dust

Them babies kids, the innocent that was lost in
Not them, circumstances, and had that hand forced
When I was little, yeah I dreamt of the porshe, and of course
Ain't get it, admitted, them loose rocks, the only source
To that shit that rob and lease, preech the riddle was in reach
God, give me one last word, to kill her
Yo, you lookin' down in the hood, willin' with that advice
But it's beat the other nigga, gettin' killed tonight

Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change

Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change

Make a nigga say, fuck birthday, and fuck Christmas
Fuck a wishlist, I'm writing out my shitlist
It got a lot of names, I've got a lot of time
Blow out brains, see now you out ya fuckin' mind
You get gauged, for a pound of the wicked nine
Ya playin' games to the sound of them guns fire
Cereal and powdered milk, that was then then
A 1 Sauce sandwiches, we was children

Growing up broke, snatching chains and coats
Smokin' weed with coke, sellin' fiends soap
Drunk sleepin' on the bench, I couldn't make it upstairs
Woke up and seen the kids on they way to school, shit
Borrow money for my drug dealing friends
So I can buy beer, yeah that'll put me on my feet again
See, this real shit, you probably neva been through
Ching-ching, now I got bling, but

Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change

Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change

Back to back, nigga, just gettin' knocked
Since swallowin' the pack, guess what, his heart stopped
It all happens in the hood, it never seems to stop
And even the good ones, get drugs planted by them dirty corpses
Back to back, niggaz be gettin' shot
You would think that they would learn from they first time
Being popped from the hospital, straight back to the block
Can't budge my thugs, this is what we love and

Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change

Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change
Some things'll neva change

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Fickle - Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Fickle
Album: Showtime
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier, Dylan Mills

Lyric:
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll fined when I reach rewined

Dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
'Coz I dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knowz what I'll find when I reach, reach

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

I fined myself in a pickle is music against fickle
Surrounded by big dogs that I consider lckle
As they crash the particle the other giants
I might apply some knowledge and wait for a ripple
On my shoulder is a tripple
Some love it some hate the idea is hustle and publicly thugging
Squeeze a dollar from a nickle, my outlook feel free to judge it
I'll be damed if you budge it

Got my name on my cheque book, sole trading
I ain't even old ageing, but my question is my soul fading
I'm maintaining, 'coz I can't say I'm slaving but I guess I'm raving
But who's to say I'll make it unless I fake it
And if I overlook myself will it overdo my wealth will it?
This pains staking I got my head aching
Stressed out 'coz I let my money rake in

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

Crossing tribulation as a skip across the nation
High sky playa I seen no limitations
Only God creations and Devil temptations
I see to reap the benifits of my publications
So show me where's the money?
Spare me the congratulations
Forget the industry for goverment and vaccinations

Everybody wanna be ghetto but nobody wanna be poor
All you follow fashion dummys ain't eating no more
You can dirty try to thank me you can start with a cheer
But if you choose to blag I'll take it to the next stair
I couldn't be a fool I keep it gully to the next
Rewind the ripple I demand the collects

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

To all my U.K roll youths
Stick on ya hustle boots, steady on, trudge along
Operation ghetto wrong, in the night come aboard
Find yourself a craft find a set make it strong
Perfect it before ya know it don't respect it
Remember it's your movie, so direct it

Never let nobody tamper with it or correct it
And by any means do what you want to protect it
'Coz there's money to be making, it's a cold world to
Nobody's got there best interest at heart like you
So any obstacle you come across find you away around
But if you feel it can't be found bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

Dig real deep through the depths of mind
Lord knows what I'll find when I bore staight through
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll find, bore staight through

Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll find when I rewind

To the years when a teacher couldn't teach
Think back to the days where I couldn't be told
Now its a few years and I feel lost
Trying to live the high life but at what cost

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Down 2 Tha Last Roach - Lyrics - It's on (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa - Eazy E

Title: Down 2 Tha Last Roach
Album: It's on (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): Nicholas Kvaran, Arlandis T Hinton, Lasse Bavngaard, Rasmus Berg, Jesper Dahl, Kevin P Carter, Eric Wright

Lyric:
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess
Bitch

Ah, greetings earthlings, and welcome to the motherfuckin'
Wonderful, wonderful, motherfuckin' world
Of gettin' higher than a motherfucker
Ohh me? I'm funk on your mind
Alias to you motherfucker's roach clip
And this here's my Kimosabe dumpin' shit on yo' ass
And my nigga goes by the name of BG Ashtray
And we 365, that means we fucked up all the way around
And our motto is

Gettin' higher than a motherfucker
Down to tha last roach

Creep'n through this cloud of smoke
With a little bit of funk to make ya choke in
Gangstas come feel good inside
As we take you for a ride to another dimension
Deep from a 4-0 O-Z
Two crooked ass niggaz on a cosmic journey
Straight from the planet G
Where the real niggaz dwell in the realms of Ruthless

Took a puff of the indo spliff
High like a bird as I creep to the bud spot
Break me off a proper piece so I can get fucked
With my nigga roach clip, BG Ashtray, dump that ash tray
Ruthless family, high as can be
Smoke that [unverified] psychedelically insane
And gettin' higher than a motherfucker

Gettin' higher than a motherfucker
Down to tha last roach

As I step through the smoke
Deep from a land broke, niggaz don't come to
Straight to Indonesia
Chronic fever step off punk, we don't need ya
Blaze a blunt to the boogie
And come take a ride on a journey with a real G
Life is easily explained on the level
Of smokin' bud with the motherfuckin' Devil in my imagination

Sup with these thoughts what a fly creation
Indo smoke from the land of G'z
Letting them know they can't handle these
Niggaz, straight from the planet Dime
I have come to put funk on your mind
Eazy-E better known as Mr. Roach Clip
So pass the bud 'cuz we still gettin' higher than a motherfucker

Gettin' higher than a motherfucker
Down to tha last roach

Now I'm real fucked up, yes, high as hell
Ring, ding, ding, do I hear some bells or am I just trippin'
Thinkin' about that 4 that I'm dippin'
Front, back, side to side on corners that's how a nigga gotta ride
Dip to the, dip to the back, bumpin' Eazy-E on 8 track

So blaze up a another skunky, funky, dookie, doobie
So we can get loogied, up some more, up, up it go
What's my name? Eazy-E, yo
The motherfuckin' bud smokin' loc'n
When I'm high as a kite causing ruckus, yeah
Gettin' higher than a motherfucker

Gettin' higher than a motherfucker
Down to tha last roach

Substance
Mar-a-Mutha-Fuckn-Wana
Common slang names
Pot, grass, dope, weed, homegrown, sinsemilla
Maui-wowie, Thai sticks, joints, roaches, indica
Concentrated rezi called hash or hashish
But some niggaz call it bud
Active Ingredient

Tetra hydro cannabinol, THC
Source
Cannabis sativa
Form a callogic classification
CNS, depressive hallucigent
Medical use
Experimental only,oh yeah, we still testing
And don't forget we still gettin' higher than a motherfucker

Gettin' higher than a motherfucker
Down to tha last roach

I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck
I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck
I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck
I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck

I went tah get them out but there was no bail
My niggaz caused a riot in tha county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial straight caught a fought
Instruct him out tha court said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge

Bailiff came over tah, turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out fire then came Susie
Tha bitch came in wit a submachine uzi
Police shot tha girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

Gettin' higher than a motherfucker
Down to tha last roach

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