Ride The Bullet - Lyrics - Army Of Lovers

Title: Ride The Bullet
Artist: Army Of Lovers
Composer(s): Henemark Hellman Bard Barda Wollbec

Lyric:
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Get on the love train
Let's get on board tonight
Get on the love train
Let's get on board tonight

The moon is high and so am I
The moon is high and so am I
(Tonight)
The moon is high and so am I
The moon is high and so am I

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Get on the love train
Let's get on board tonight
Get on the love train
Let's get on board tonight

The moon is high and so am I
The moon is high and so am I
(Tonight)
The moon is high and so am I
The moon is high and so am I

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Disco extravaganza
Disco extravaganza
Disco extravaganza
Disco extravaganza

Get on the love train
Let's get on board tonight
Get on the love train
Let's get on board tonight

The moon is high and so am I
The moon is high and so am I
(Tonight)
The moon is high and so am I
The moon is high and so am I
(Tonight)
The moon is high and so am I
The moon is high and so am I

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

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Bullet Ride - Lyrics - Clayman - In Flames

Title: Bullet Ride
Album: Clayman
Artist: In Flames
Composer(s): Bjorn Gelotte, Anders Par Friden, Jesper Stromblad

Lyric:
Do you feel anything at all?
Do you hear steps at the door?
Do you reckon the smell of?
It's life, the dark death binds you

Frightened by your own smell
Bitterness will run you through

Silent, screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frenetic eyes
Awaiting the answer
Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible
Run down memoirs is all that's left

Do you wish to sleep?
Do you aim for the shadow?
Do you feel all infected?
It's life, the dark death binds you

Frightened by your own smell
Bitterness will run you through

Silent screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frenetic eyes
Awaiting the answer
Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible
Run down memoirs is all that's left

It's the cowardice that pulls you under
And takes you to the end, where it begins
Release the world is waiting on your arrival
Close your eyes, as we witness another bullet ride

Do you know about atrocity?
Do you know that everybody's gone?
Do you know that you're on your own?
It's life, the dark death binds you

Frightened by your own smell
Bitterness will run you 'round

Silent, screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frenetic eyes
Awaiting the answer
Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible
Run down memoirs is all that's left

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101 North - Lyrics - Tomahawk

Title: 101 North
Artist: Tomahawk
Composer(s): Duane Denison, Mike Patton, Kevin Rutmanis, John Stanier

Lyric:
Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride

Eagles swirl and they pick up the bones
I'll shut you down like a bank on a Sunday
The engine has no stories to tell because there's no-one to tell 'em to
The last drugstore has sold the very last pill

Out on the road and I am high enough, thumb's up
You're pullin' over, gonna pick me up, shut up
The rusty wiper blades move along, in song
Having a lonely body in your car, shut up

My piece is in your ear movin' fast, thinkin' clear
I'll squeeze if you don't steer and follow the line straighter, shut up
You are the bullet, I am the gun, I won
Screw on the silencer and have some fun

Gray highway deserting me
Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way

Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride

Treading water in an ocean of champagne
You blow a spark plug when you see a drop of blood
And how many joyrides will it take, the sombre spasms harboring
Those pulsing neon hangovers, hang me

It's Friday night, I'm gonna fuck or fight, that's right
This time and all I need is one more ride, shut up
I'm car-jacking on a fine spring afternoon
Don't kid a kidder, don't shit a bullshitter, shut up

I'm hotter than the crack you're cookin' up, heat up
I'm colder than the smack you're jackin' up, shut up
I'm a balloon and I am losin' air, beware
Squeak, ah, squeak, there's blood on me

Gray highway, deserting me
Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way

Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride

Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride

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Don’t Sleep - Lyrics - Pac's Life - 2pac

Title: Don’t Sleep
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Chicago Craig Darryl R. Richardson, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Sean Cole, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Yafeu A Fula, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Shit

When I enter the first zone worst known mic holder
My Hummer roll up evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy manifestin' military styles
Casually try da G when niggas battle me

My prophesied prediction, switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch and watch 'em start snitchin'
I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug livin', hell or prison

My ammunition varies, my voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world, me and the mob gettin' married
It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark
This is expected, a trick bitch where's your heart?

You mark, watch niggas fall when I call they name
We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same
Except some who want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin' 'til it's none left, don't sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time

Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random
Rapidly wit' accuracy, they shouldn't've talk bad to me
It had to be a motherfuckin' murder
I'm glad to be a nigga that did the murder

So sad to see another motherfucker floatin'
In plastic reef, sleep wit' his head wide open
Rapid release, keep the police coastin'
Casualties warrant in deep east Oakland

Yolk the nigga off the asphalt, drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off
Death with the lex ruger, death to ya
Niggas cry when the bullet fly, kill and execute 'em

I blast first 'til they body me like my guns in varieties
Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be
But front doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt
Hand on my nuts in a getaway car full of stunts

Addicted to my nine movin' like crime through time
Poppin' niggas like pimples nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine
Etch-a-sketchin', dumpin' on all you punks at intersections
Day in and day out ain't no easy way outs or easy exits, don't sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time

When I hit the street all I can see is the grind
Blood sweat and tear when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I un for my folk like I load my nine
And when I let loose then no crew standin' but mine

I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga actin' schiesty
Same one knew I was in jail and didn't write me
Wanna fight me then come find me
Whateva you do shawty you betta think wisely

You might see me wit' a stack in the trap
I use my thoughts and pen similar to a saran wrap
A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be, yeah, I'ma keep it G
I'm from the Three and Scrap will neva sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep

Don't sleep
Don't sleep

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Battlezone - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Battlezone
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Bryon Mccane, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Pick up your wings and prepare them to fly

Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug
Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug
Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug

Swing low sweet chariot
Comin' forth to carry me home
Swing low sweet chariot
Comin' forth to carry me home

I looked up on Jordan and what did I see
Comin? forth to carry me home
What did I see
Comin' forth to carry me home

Listen to my battle cry
My battle cry
Listen to my battle cry
My battle cry

One, two look at the telly
They drew my picture with Bob Marley
They probably wanna kill me, will I die?
In 1999 smokin' phillies, Bizzy the kid
Was bustin' in the ceilin' in my big claim

Kickin' on somethin' and dig this
Got to feel it, catch and don't let go
Wretched in a fro, Bone watchin' for the po po
Roll over, then pull it, got my bullet in my fo fo
Gotta stand, it's turnin' to a jungle

Comin' out a 4-door Benz and I spend a lot for show
No, no, don't spend a lot contend with a men
Lookin' at my watch like a meal ticket
Arrest the block, they couldn't pin it, better send it

For the cops absorb you soul of course, praise to the Pharaoh
Murder mo, curly, I heard it lower and return it burn
When our niggas still shermed out
Court's adjourned, court's adjourned, rest and burn

I can't sleep at night 'cause I lay in my bed
And I be tossin' and turnin' tryin' to avoid my dreams
And I can hear the niggas lettin' off they lead around the corner
Got me feelin' paranoia like they comin' for me

And I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacin' back and forth
So much shit on my mind, so many things to do
So little time a nigga really got to do it in
Man, I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots

From the minute nigga step outside
Nina Ross on my hip and I gots to pack one
Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me
?Nigga, never leave the house without packin' a gun?

And that's real, leave it for the dollar bill
Niggas'll holler, "Kill, kill", then start flexin'
When the shit poppin' off in my direction
Nigga got a 17-shot for protection

Life ain't no joke
Too many niggas I know was takin' shit for granted and that's foul
Nigga, if you see a fool, pick a fool right out the crowd
And hit him dead in his mouth for bein? loud and wild

Shit is real
Ain't none of that elastic fagot rubber band plastic shit
Muthafuckas in the battlezone blastin' shit
Put the match on shit, straight up gassin' shit

It's that same nigga runnin' with the AK-47
Bustin' niggas in the belly
Give them muthafuckas more than just a headache
Get back at that nigga faster than Fed-Ex
They're runnin', retreatin', screamin', ?Mayday, we're goin' down?

Now why the fuck is niggas tellin' lies and rumors?
Talkin' about we split up
'Cause I see Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh
Niggas really need to shut that shit up

If a muthafucka really wanna rumble, he could tumble
We wilder than any animal that's in the jungle
The name of the game is ?Block the basket, strike him out?
Hit the goal make the quarterback fumble

Strategize, any nigga hatin' ain't a friend of mine
Nigga considered the enemy, nigga, that's when you die
I never keep my enemies close
'Cause I got a perfect view of 'em in my scope, that's close enough

Leather Face'll fuck a nigga up and smile
And hit 'em with the millimeter and I show a bitch kill a nigga
See me drivin', bitch, come on and try to rob me
I'm willin' to bet that 'cha get lit up

Get off of me, baby, keep on comin' and there's gon' be drama
Tellin' you niggas, you better not fuck with me
'Cause I ain't that quiet nigga that I used to be
Look how the haters give a nigga attitude

Nigga, sick of bein? humble
Now I'm like fuck that I gotta get mine
They try to show a nigga love but fuck that it ain't no love
'Cause in the game you get fucked every time

You get this feelin' inside my bloodline
Somebody finna get fucked up
If a nigga don't get some satisfaction
Blastin' like a madman
Gettin' with the static nigga lovin' the action

Yeah, my Bone Thug niggas, come on
If any one of you niggas got any problems
Thinkin' you tough and you really wanna solve 'em
Don't be mumblin', speak a little louder

While you steady talkin' like you're louder than the next nigga
We'll already be up in you
Now hater feel us, who the realest? The Bone Thug killas
If there's any objections, nigga deal with 'em

Realer than them other muthafuckas talkin' about they thugs
Jumpin' all on the bandwagon
Wanna be like us, wanna cuss, wanna bust they guns
Thugged out with they pants saggin'

They actin' but when it's really time to show some tactics
The niggas don't have 'em, we murdered the bastards
Put 'em all in body bags and caskets
Drop 'em in the river, splash, that's that ass

'Cause when we clash, ain't no comin' back
Huntin' niggas from the past, we gon' settle this shit right here
Fight to whoever blood be spilled first
Who will be the nigga ridin' away in a hearse?

Not me, I'm determined to wake up
And still be livin' in the mornin', you feelin' me?
Quicker than a clocked damn missile
Hit a bitch directly in the middle, right between your eye

Then we makin' sure that nigga die
Shoot a couple more times and ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, ride out

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Pendulous Threads - Lyrics - Light Grenades - Incubus

Title: Pendulous Threads
Album: Light Grenades
Artist: Incubus
Composer(s): Brandon Charles Boyd, Michael Aaron Einziger, Ben Kenney, Christopher E Kilmore, Jose Anthony Ii Pasillas

Lyric:
Mend this careless thread, it?s gone askew
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

Or pull and see how much we can undo
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

On a burning bridge
Your options are minimal at best
Depending on where you?re standing
And how much breath is in your chest

If it came down to it
Would you high-tail home and hide?
Or dance on fire and enjoy the ride

Mend this careless thread, it?s gone askew
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

Or pull and see how much we can undo
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

At the heart of it all
That innermost, your fiery core
There?s an amassing armor
It?s building you into a bore

Life?s a match in a gas tank
Don?t ever mourn the ebbing tide
Just dance on fire
And enjoy the ride, hey

Mend this careless thread, it?s gone askew
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

Or pull and see how much we can undo
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Mend this careless thread, it?s gone askew
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

Or pull and see how much we can undo
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)

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Hail Mary - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Hail Mary
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Kotari Cox, Tyrone Wrice, Bruce Washington, Tupac Shakur, Joseph Paquette, Rufus Cooper

Lyric:
Makaveli in this, Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty, feel me
And God said, "He should send his one begotten son
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
Follow me, eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh"

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

I ain't a killer but don't push me, revenge is like the sweetest joy
Next to gettin' pussy, picture paragraphs unloaded
Wise words bein' quoted, peeped the weakness in the rap game
And sewed it, bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin'
Seein' niggaz comin' for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin'

Now pay attention, rest in peace father, I'm a ghost in these killin' fields
Hail Mary, catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind
Of a madman who screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies
See me flee, activate my hate, let it break, to the flame, set trip

Empty out my clip, never stop to aim, some say, "The game is all corrupted", fucked in this shit, stuck, niggaz is lucky
If we bust out this shit, plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can't adjust, it's just as well, Hail Mary

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Penitentiaries is packed with promise makes
Never realize the precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin'
Instutionalized, I lived my life a product made to crumble
But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble
We ballin', catch me father please, 'cause I'm fallin'

In the liquor store, that's the hennessee I hear ya callin'
Can I get some more? Hail til I reach hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do
One life to live but I got nuttin' to lose, just me and you

On a one way trip to prison, sellin' drugs
We all wrapped up in this livin' life as thugs
To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin' they bid
Raise hell to this real shit and feel this
When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark
Thuggin' eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary, nigga

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

They got a APB, out on my thug family since the Outlawz
Run these streets, like these skanless freaks
Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
Head down, K blasted off hennessee and Thai

Tryin' it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high
Visions of me, Thug livin' gettin' me by forever live
And I multiply survived by thugs, when I die they won't cry
Unless they comin' with slugs

Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin' on around me
Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin' rowdy
Ready to wet the party up and whoever in that motherfucker
Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers

On the regular mashin' in a black Ac Integ-ra
Cock back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya
Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse
From a thug to preachin' church, I gave you love now you eatin' dirt

Needin' work and I ain't the nigga to put you on
'Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn
That's when sun came up, there's only one way up
hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up

If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase
Can you relate to this shit? I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hoping God don't close the gate

If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks, Outlawz on a paper chase
Can you relate to this shit I don't got, be the shit, I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hoping God don't close the gate

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

We've been traveling on this wavy road long time
Til I be take off this load but we ride, ride it like a bullet
Hail Mary, Hail Mary, we won't worry everything will come real
Free like the bird in the tree, we won't worry everything will come real
Yes, we free like the bird in the tree we runni' from the penitentiary
This is the time for we liberty, Hail Mary, Hail Mary

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days

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Borderline - Lyrics - Alabama

Title: Borderline
Artist: Alabama
Composer(s): Teddy Gentry, Virgil Beckham, Larry Hanson, Greg Fowler

Lyric:
In a cloud of dust cross Texas, south of San Antone
The lawman and the cowboy pushed their horses on
Racin' toward the Rio, running out of time
They had to catch the outlaws before they crossed the borderline

Well, the lawman wanted justice the cowboy revenge
They tracked the outlaws' horses up to the river's edge
And there across the Rio a badge ain't worth a dime
The law was in their own hands once they crossed the borderline

So they ride to the desert wind down a dusty trail
Destiny begins, heroes never turn or look back
They just ride through the sands of time on the borderline

In the safety of the badlands the outlaws stopped their run
The campfire rings with laughter of evil things they've done
How they'd taken all they wanted and killed the cowboy's wife
And knew no one would follow them, cross the borderline

The lawman and the cowboys stepped out of the dark
And it was two against the twenty and every bullet found it's mark
And so goes the legend that out there in the night
The two still ride together somewhere beyond the borderline

So they ride to the desert wind, down a dusty trail
Destiny begins, heroes never turn or look back
They just ride through the sands of time on the borderline

They ride to the desert wind, down a dusty trail
Destiny begins, heroes never turn or look back

They ride to the desert wind, down a dusty trail
Destiny begins, heroes never turn or look back
They just ride through the sands of time on the borderline

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Southland Killers - Lyrics - Stoned Raiders - Cypress Hill

Title: Southland Killers
Album: Stoned Raiders
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Sean Reyes, Lawrence Muggerud, Lorenzo J Patterson, Roger Mcbride

Lyric:
Yeah, you all know what the fuck this is
MC motherfuckin' ran up in this bitch nigga
Yeah, all you all bitch-ass niggas out here talkin all that shit
We about to drop this motherfucker on you all like this
Punk ass niggas out here, nigga
We some southland killers in this motherfucker

Niggas all across town, all up in the suburbs
While niggas makin' faces like the rock on the curb
Nigga people's elbow, the loud-mouthed hold
And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show
Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's
And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they supposed
Didn't have shit till I started to bust
And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed

Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us
Nigga legendary villian, who started the fuss
Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked
Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped
Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble
Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like the hubble
Fuck your bubble, I bust them shits
Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits

All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?
(Do ya wanna ride wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust
(Man we's about to bust)
(Killers!)
Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war
(Yeah we ready for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, better just hit the floor
(Killers!)

I'm close to the best thing, on the west wing
Blown out your set, flames when the best sing
It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain
They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things
Didn't arrest them, the bullet-proof vest team
These niggas shoot first they they askin' check names
It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game
Wrong move and it's checkmate

I might sound funny out here
But really, niggas get money out here
And hey, everyday is sunny out here
So listen, don't play dummy out here
King try for bust make your whole pack run
Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns
Fat ones, all cold and black ones
Southland killin', it's just how that's done

All my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?
(Do ya wanna ride wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust
(Man we's about to bust)
(Killers!)
Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war
(Yeah we ready for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, better just hit the floor
(Killers!)

You can try to ride with the hill, lie on the hill
But when your shit talk starts is when die on the hill
We get, high on the hill, rely on the steel
When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will
Busters get slayed when you fuck around with real
Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes
You couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows

Just goes to show the incredible skill tell
Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well
Gettin' trampled, dumped on and thumped on
Scraped on the six-five with the hand on the pump song
Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes
We the vatos that run on Los Angeles
Call me mad dog, if you think you know me
If you're not sure then turn around and leave slowly

All my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?
(Do ya wanna ride wit us?)
(Killers!)
Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust
(Man we's about to bust)
(Killers!)
Cypress Hill click, yeah we ready for war
(Yeah we ready for war)
(Killers!)
All you all niggas, better just hit the floor
(Killers!)

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Bullet - Lyrics - Supergrass

Title: Bullet
Artist: Supergrass
Composer(s): Robert Coombes, Daniel Goffey, Michael Quinn, Gareth Coombes

Lyric:
I'm just a cool handed fool gonna ride it out with the sun
Now I'm to crawl through the fold and the curls of the human mind
'Cuz I'm in a world of marching soldiers and who am I?
Bullet for guns through the door and retires and it fades away

With three little colors lying in the gutter
They're lying in the heart
They're still aching from a dream
Bu' the feel of a bullet cold until it finds the hole, hey

I'm just a cool handed fool gonna ride it out with the sun
Now I'm to crawl through the fold and the curls of the human mind
An' I'm in a world of marching soldiers and who am I?
The bullet for guns through the door and retires and it fades away

'Cuz I'm in a world of marching soldiers and who am I?
The bullet for guns through the door and retires and it fades away

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Horsementality - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Horsementality
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): John Austin, Germaine Williams, Ricardo Brown, Melvin Lewis, Walter Reed

Lyric:
The beginnin' of the end niggaz
Yeah, we gon' rock this shit forever
The alpha and the amega, the Canibus'll make your eyes redder
Fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout cheddar

Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt wit Canibus
Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut motherfucker
Wavin' the four-four

I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece
Blastin', they let assassins loose on the street
Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats
I toss fire at niggaz, motherfuck the six
The condos is supposed to be flip bricks
All thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga

I'll throw some fucked up kicks on
Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up
Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up

'Cause we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt
See I'm off the wall nigga, Horse mentality
I'm a Horseman nigga and that's all I'll be

See I'm tired of the sparkly shit, niggaz talkin' shit
I wanna see the streets dark again, let the heaters spark again
Police callin' all cars often powerful as a motherfuckin' Vulcan

My specialty is poetically, lyrically
Eenergetically, ultra magnetically Dogg Pound pedigree
Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch
Only grimy shit, dirty shit, holocaust in thirty-thirty shit

Missile flick assassin Sicilian, kill women and kill men
And kidnap children, for vengeance in the name of the Horsemen
Slice your Achilles tendon, the Headless Horseman
And we abide by, the code of the streets
The makings of a real MC, yeah, bitch

So just abide by what you ride by
'Cause we abide, by what we ride by
Just abide by what you ride by
'Cause we abide, by what we ride by

What the fuck y'all done started four apocalyptic prophets
Appearin' outta floatin' objects, wearin' Middle Western garments
Long trench coats with our hands in our pockets
Slappin' all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded
Swear by our forefathers
Anything you speak, think, or show will be disregarded

Then I drag your frightened ass through the darkness
Bring you out the other side, as a carcass
I'm heartless, regardless if y'all claim to be Gods or Goddess
To me, y'all all garbage, I see all of y'all as movin' targets
And my lyrics be the atomic rockets, cosmic vomic, spittin'
Hittin' at y'all Vietnam vets wit military arms and bombs
Strapped to our chest castin' meteor storms and comets

Now, who wanna make the next Ras comment
And be the first one left unconscious?
After I squeeze your head like the Charmin'
Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat
And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts
Satanically sacrifice your ass like an occult

Have your seance inside of a dark synagogue
We was lyrically sent to y'all
Like the Men of God to put a end to y'all
I sniff bites like dogs to get the scent of y'all
Horsemen, we be scorchin' when we be walkin'
With the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin

Let's air it out like the breeze
Now watch me do one-armed handstands
And hang these Nut's over seven continents and seven seas
Streets is Lebanese
Be rockin' Bulgari wrist watches and sniper marines

Most of these MC's can't even rap, just model and go gold
And get big-headed like they swallowin' colleges
I spit empty grave sites, rap stars fill 'em up
You what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck

Me? I ain't even in my prime
When I write my dopest rhyme, Western civilization declines
Catch me hoppin' off the A train in a New York state of mind
But I rep West side, so I keep L.A. time

That's a three-hour difference
So when my bitch is a six, she's really a nine
In seven days, she'd still be a dime
Call me Blaze Sky walker hittin' jugular veins
Crack open your skull wit a paper weight and suck out your brains

Kiddo, I be doin' my thug-thizzo for shizzo
And the wife of a careless man is almost a widow
So what's happening, from P.I. to '99 Madden
Since police be jackin' blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig Latin
Uck fay ou yay itch bay at lay a igga nay play and free Keith Murray

Yo, yo, yo, I kick a verse at six-hundred and sixty-six megahertz
Make lightnin' flash across the sky every time I curse
Six-hundred and sixty-six flashes
Give out six-hundred and sixty-six lashes
To the backs of six-hundred and sixty-six
Master of Ceremony has beens
Put a crown of thorns on whoever the king of rap is

If he's a Catholic I nail him to a crucifix
Then I beat him till he's blackish-blueish
Then perform acupuncture wit six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks
Beat 'em with two whips, with pieces of broken glass glued to it

Your whole crew get spayed and neutered
As soon as I aim and shoot it, you get sprayed with bullets
Your armored cars and your Kevlar vest, is useless
I'ma fuck all of you pussies like group sex

You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment
For bitin' off another nigga's shit, you bitch
You got caught, now you on the other side of the law
Snitchin' on mad niggaz in a soundproof court

To get some of your sentence knocked off, you wildin'
But you still be in Riker's Island gettin' forced to toss salads
You scared of that, wit a phobia fear of that
I'ma tape it on the digital video DAT

And send a copy to Miramax leave you exposed
Turn all the fiction to fact, so everybody will know
You a sucker-ass nigga, father-fuckin' ass nigga
That got fucked in the ass by your father figure

(No matter who?)
I'll bruise and bash you, blast you
Autograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattoo
Deliverin' mind blowin' rhymes and poems
Controllin' my tongue when I'm flowin' like pilot controlled Boeing
When I get bitten, I bite back, Quicker than Tyson attacks

I don't give a fuck if I don't get my license back, so, take caution
The four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop Northward MC's take caution
The four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop Northward motherfuckers, yeah

So just abide by, what your ride by
'Cause we abide by, what we ride by
Just abide by, what your ride by
'Cause we abide by what we ride by, ha

Wavin the four, four, all you heard was, "Priest, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four, four, all you heard was, "Bis, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four, four, all you heard was, "Ras, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four, four, aiyyo Kurupt, hit them niggaz wit the hardcore

Yeah, nigga, I'm headless without thoughts
With my motherfuckin' arms crossed
I transform from a Dogg to a Horse
Took over the whole race course

To throw the jockey off the saddle
Now, who the fuck really wanna battle?
Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missile
Let it whistle, they fall fuckin' round wit the Dogg
I'm a hog

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When Death Becomes U - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: When Death Becomes U
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): Lamont Herbert Dozier, Matt Penttilla, Curtis Jackson, Brian Holland, Edward, Jr. Holland, Eric Murray, Alex Fitts, Jamal Gerard Grinnage

Lyric:
Yeah, nigga
The smoke of New York
Get up, come on

There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame
So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave

You a rider right, that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed
Nigga shit is real in the field

What's the procedures nigga
When you got a hammer in your mouth?
When you laid down and cry?
When you stand up and die?

Like the man that I am, fire
Yes, yes, give 'em the whole thang

I'm a legend in the town, now
Since your all gangstered up lets get the fuck down
Big Bill dancin' I'm reppin for buck town
Nigga see me dummin' I'm comin', clutchin' the pound

Don't worry about my whereabouts
We air um out, clear um out, yes yes
The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up
Th-th-that's what's up

You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up
Brownsville, cl-cl-clap it up
Fif put in the call
We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, yes yes

There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame
So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave

You a rider right, that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed
Nigga shit is real in the field

You got these young niggaz hollerin' murderer
Copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka
Niggaz don't give a fuck
I seen a nigga shoot my momz
Right in front of my mother fuckin' face

See in the 'ville, ain't such a thing as a straight bullet
When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it
Slugs ain't never outta season
All you gotta do is give a mother fucker one reason

Blood stains on the ceilin'
Same place he stood, that's what they leave 'em
Don't black it out, lets just squeezin' off with your gun
'Cuz you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young
You know the drill

I'ma give your ass three seconds to bounce
And you better not chark
One, fuck that, dumb bitch, rest in bliss

There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame
So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave

You a rider right, that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed
Nigga shit is real in the field

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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There I Go Again - Lyrics - Infamy - Mobb Deep

Title: There I Go Again
Album: Infamy
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Albert Johnson, Scott Storch

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Straight burn biscuits, baby
Yeah, give it to 'em raw, uncut
Turn them headphones up

No doubt son, no problem
Creepin' it though, baby
It's gangsta, the truth gonna come to the level

Yo, as this blood flow through my veins
I stand before this mic with a stepped up game
Some things, when I look, how they never gonna change
It ain't a thing, niggas wild, then I'm cockin' that thing

'Cuz you know with every action there's a reaction
And there's no known cure when I'm sick with the clappin'
How many times it have to happen, niggas talkin' like they generals
They just mere captains

The streets there's rules, slugs hit 'em with infractions
And then there's Hollywood, if you want some fuckin' acting
You got these niggas out mis-representin' they hood
Give 'em heart now they icin', I'm like nigga what's good?

'Cuz you know how I get with these macks and these techs
Blaze 'em down gives a fuck about the next nigga rep
Play around find yourself getting' cheated by death
Man gone and believe me dog it happened to the best

You know a nigga, I be tryin' to chill
But now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(No doubt)
There comes a time in every nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

And here I go again, grabbin' my steel
'Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(Run 'em)
There come a time in ever nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

Ay, yo, don't make me have to body something
Fuck you and what you known for, to me you're nothin'
I don't see why in the world to me you frontin'?
And if you was that nigga then you still mean nothing

Homes, my gun is bustin'
(What?)
Fuck all y'all niggas my stomach is touchin'
And I be right there on Murdle Ave, come through
You bitch ass niggas wouldn't know what to do

I get bullet proof love, pounds and hugs
You get extorted by the thugs that grew up in your hood
You get killed fuckin' with P, you really should
Not do that, I use that, lugar good, catch a bad one
Ran Dunn raggity, you got fucked up and left for dead in the street

Yo, who wants it with Hav? Who want it with P?
Not near one of y'all and I put that on me
But if [unverified]

You know a nigga, I be tryin' to chill
But now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(No doubt)
There comes a time in every nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

And here I go again, grabbin' my steel
'Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(Run 'em)
There come a time in ever nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

Yo, believe me dog there's more than
Cockin' and squeezin' and afterward
That nigga still be breathin'
And who gonna snitch if you lucky to leave it then?

For a reward nigga just might turn you in
I take it further and I might just murder him
That mouthpiece all together, I'm curbin' him
It's very clear and there's nothin' to blur my lens
It's very real, ain't got no time to pretend

Yo, feelin' it thugs, I dump a magazine on you Dunn
I'll run up on you niggas with the master glove
Dunn, there's nothin' for me to snap and get on tilt
I know it's nothin' for you, the pain to have me killed

I respect the laws of war and love, I live by them shits
Y'all niggas not ready for this
You not knowin' how you about to get your head crushed
Spray it Dunn, straight out, shit it when them guns come out

You know a nigga, I be tryin' to chill
But now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(No doubt)
There comes a time in every nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

And here I go again, grabbin' my steel
'Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(Run 'em)
There come a time in ever nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

You know a nigga, I be tryin' to chill
But now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(No doubt)
There comes a time in every nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

And here I go again, grabbin' my steel
'Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these niggas a drill
(Run 'em)
There come a time in ever nigga life
When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed

We've got to learn to swallow our pride
It's hard just to let things ride
Maybe one day things will change
As of right now, let me show you something

We've got to learn to swallow our pride
It's hard just to let things ride
Maybe one day things will change
As of right now, let me show you something

We've got to learn to swallow our pride
It's hard just to let things ride
Maybe one day things will change
As of right now, let me show you something

We've got to learn to swallow our pride
It's hard just to let things ride
Maybe one day things will change
As of right now, let me show you something

We've got to learn to swallow our pride
It's hard just to let things ride
Maybe one day things will change
As of right now, let me show you something

We've got to learn to swallow our pride
It's hard just to let things ride
Maybe one day things will change
As of right now, let me show you something

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Likkle Youth Man Dem - Lyrics - Boot Camp Clik

Title: Likkle Youth Man Dem
Artist: Boot Camp Clik
Composer(s): Powell Williams Yate P Hendricks, Mcnair Yate

Lyric:
Ride wit me, so easily
To the other side of the Timberland tree
You can walk wit me, smoke freely
On the other of the Timberland tree

Likkle Youth Man dem said, "What's up trooper?"
No disrespect, to Timothy, 'cuz I know how the Utah
You a true star, shine ya light no matter what ya mood for
I got my eye on you, 'cuz you represent the future

We be ya gun busters, your gold rushers
Quick to touch and stuff ya, D.O. quicker picker upper, truth

My mind dwellin', there's no tellin' who you see whore
Ac' and night, pass to the right, 'cuz the weed cause speed ball
Through time laughin', jokin', smokin', talkin' about AK blastin'

Don't make me madder than I am already
Despite it might be a fight, between a loose bullet and a machete
I'm steadily raisin my voice to prove a point
Better be on point, or join inside to put my joint
Like Spike, we might desice to act up
You relax, huh, it was Likkle Youth Man, the attacker

Likkle Youth Man Dem, Likkle, Likkle Youth Man
You can take a walk wit me and see
Likkle, Likkle, Youth Man Dem, Likkle Youth Man
To the other side of the Timberland tree

Ride wit me, so easily
To the other side of the Timberland tree
You can walk wit me, smoke freely
On the other of the Timberland tree

What it is? And welcome to the real world, Dig'
I'm not tryin' to prophecize, I just wanna see ya life
But you insist on bee in face, to let the world mind them
Die die, gon, you curse your mother, wit no problem
And steal a chicken, act fly, you couldn't hold back the cry
When officer mon come give your last pat on ya back side
Offi' take a look at eye, no meet 'em trife and bar
Because I choose Jah and live as Rastafari

You can, touch me, hear me, smell, see and feel me
I pray to God, that makes me real G O D

I see young bloods in the street yards
Talkin' 'bout, peace, God, seen God, became a piece
And nigga slang how hard, to be, but I take you through
If you got a few, do it right, somethin' like the God rule, the yonder do

I see what you mean, I feel, my brother's don't listen
But how to capitalize, is how my rod is fishin'
Deep sea, water, time is gettin' shorter
So books and things, they get tossed upon the brawler

Yea, but a lesson learned is a jewel earned for the keepin'
So I stay reachin' and keep my ass out the precinct

So, whose to say, crews today
Is really what them bullshit out there, that niggas is tryin' to say
Everything I hear, niggas talk about that
They be walkin' the streets, and be off wit the gat
Niggas act like you know, if you don't know how to act
Then ya set ya self up for the Originoo Gunn Clap

We are the wickedest gunn from outta New York
People them talk about them gunn out the buck
You want them to get just brought up, you fooled up
War is in the midst, and the richie wound up deader

Just the other day, my man from around the way
Used to brag to me, how he smoked a pound a day
He said, "Resistance" niggas get hit up wit the instance
Struck from a far, boyakah from a distance

Ride wit me, so easily
To the other side of the Timberland tree
You can walk wit me, smoke freely
On the other of the Timberland tree

As I knowledge the environment, I ascend
On a mission, reminiscin' bout memories missin'
Wishin' bout moves I should of made
Games I should of never played
Nights I should of stayed in the crib

It's been a while since my sun shine
So many dark clouds out tryin' to smother mine
As soon as my boot touch asphalt
Plain clothes and those molds, bee min at my grill, tryin' assault
Out my features, sayin' I match pictures
They had in they possession, said they wanted out for question

No lesson soon that we know never
Where I'm goin', what I'm doin', who, showin' who's proven
All I see is fools gluin' on the corner snoozin'
Choosin' routes that leave them ass out, straight loosin'
Whose in the case to faced for some irrelevant cause
Fightin' was that keep the people back off the walls

Of course you be lookin' out, like feel look out on the spot
'Bout be tooken out, jakes stickin' out, where we hangin' out
So while I'm just tryin' to see how you makin' out
What you thinkin' 'bout, who you thinkin' 'bout
Seein' if it's me then, will it be to make a meanin'
Right now, seems to be the place

Ride wit me, so easily
To the other side of the Timberland tree
You can walk wit me, smoke freely
On the other of the Timberland tree

Ride wit me, so easily
To the other side of the Timberland tree
You can walk wit me, smoke freely
On the other of the Timberland tree

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Departed (Sun Is Going Down) - Lyrics - The Dark Ride - Helloween

Title: Departed (Sun Is Going Down)
Album: The Dark Ride
Artist: Helloween
Composer(s): Uli Kusch

Lyric:
There I stood with the sun in my eyes
Dust on my face
And mouth parched and dry

Memories racing
Flashing scenes through my mind
I know what's ahead
Today would be a good day to die

Once I thought I had a golden heart
Once I thought my dreams would never shatter
Now I stand here, jaded and cold
Epitaph being carved on my tombstone

I would die for you, would you die with me?
No, you can't deny
Would you catch the bullet that was meant for me?
Blaze across the sky

(Sun is going down)
And there's no tomorrow
(Sun is going down)
Going down on me
(Sun is going down)
No more time to borrow
Dance with the Devil

(Sun is going down)
For the lonely hearted
(Sun is going down)
In a blink of an eye
(Sun is going down)
On the departed
Laugh at the Devil

I would die for you, would you die with me?
Caught in a fight, I was drawn again
I never thought I'd be betrayed by my best friend

He lost his life as he went for mine
If this is the end, I want to die with you
Would you catch the bullet that was meant for me?
Blaze across the sky

(Sun is going down)
And there's no tomorrow
(Sun is going down)
Going down on me
(Sun is going down)
No more time to borrow
Dance with the Devil

(Sun is going down)
For the lonely hearted
(Sun is going down)
In a blink of an eye
(Sun is going down)
On the departed
Laugh at the Devil

I would die for you, would you die with me?
No, you can't deny
Would you catch the bullet that was meant for me?
Blaze across the sky

(Sun is going down)
And there's no tomorrow
(Sun is going down)
Going down on me
(Sun is going down)
No more time to borrow
Dance with the Devil

(Sun is going down)
For the lonely hearted
(Sun is going down)
In a blink of an eye
(Sun is going down)
For the dearly departed
Laugh at the Devil

Sun is going down
(And there's no tomorrow)
Sun is going down
Sun is going down

Sun is going down
Sun is going down
Sun is going down

I would die for you, would you die with me?
Would you catch the bullet that was meant for me?

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