Homecoming - Lyrics - American Idiot - Green Day

Title: Homecoming
Album: American Idiot
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyric:
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
You taught me how to live

In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of hope
The stems and seeds of the last of the dope
There's a glow of light
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
Bearing gifts and trust
The fixture in the city of lust

What the hells your name
What's your pleasure and what is your pain?
Do you dream too much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch?

In the crowd of pain
St. Jimmy comes without any shame
He says, "We're fucked up"
But we're not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame
Jimmy died today
He blew his brains out into the bay
In the states of mind is my own private suicide

Well, nobody cares
Well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
Well, nobody cares
Well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?

Jesus filling out paperwork now
At the facility on east 12th Street
He's not listening to a word now
He's in his own world and he's daydreaming
He'd rather be doing something else now
Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly
His life's on the line with anxiety now
'Cuz she had enough and he had plenty

Somebody get me out of here
Anybody get me out of here
Somebody get me out of here
Get me the fuck right out of here

So far away, I don't want to stay
Get me outta here right now
I just want to be free, is there a possibility?
Get me out of here right now
Right!
This life like dream ain't for me

I fell asleep while watching Spike TV
After 10 cups of coffee and you're still not here
Dreaming of a song but something went wrong
And you can't tell anyone 'cuz no one's here
Left me here alone and I should've stayed home
After 10 cups of coffee, I'm thinking

(Where'd you go?)
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
(Where'd you go?)
They're all out without you
Havin' fun

(Where'd you go?)
Everyone left you
Nobody likes you
(Where'd you go?)
They're all out without you
Havin' fun
(Where'd you go, go, go ,go)

Geez
I got a rock n roll band
I got a rock n roll life
I got a rock n roll girlfriend
And another ex-wife

I got a rock n roll house
I got a rock n roll car
I play the shit out the drums
And I can play the guitar

I got a kid in New York
I got a kid in the Bay
I haven't drank or smoked nothin' in over 22 days
So get off of my case, off of my case
Off of my case

Here they come marching down the street
Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat
Coming back from the edge of town
Underneath their feets

There time has come and it's going nowhere
Nobody ever said that life was fair now
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear
In the summer heat

The world is spinning round and round out of control again
The 7-11 to the fear of breaking down
So send my love a letter bomb and visit me in hell
We're the ones going

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

I started fuckin' running
As soon as my feet touch ground
We're back in the Burro
And to you and me, that's Jingle town

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you
Havin' fun

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Hell 4 A Hustler - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Hell 4 A Hustler
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Damon Thomas, Tupac Shakur, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Get on yo' knees nigga
Get on yo' knees and pray

Huh, increase the doses, bustin' whoever closest
Thug livin', Hell or prison, never losin' my focus
I'm makin' money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin' and still bustin'
Till the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin' my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin' villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I laugh till I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
In a dirty bitch, waitin' to trick me, not the life for me
Livin' carefree, till I'm buried and if they dare me

I'm bustin' on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly
A man of military means in my artillery
Watchin' over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Sellin' dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowin' if this game'll last, feelin' ashamed
Of cocaine, the product of the Devil, am I sellin' my soul?
Got tired of small time livin', niggaz tellin' me no
I got mine, fuck them other suckers that's the mentality
Jealous-ass bustaz, make it Hell for us

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious
Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness
If I fail, then I suffer, bein' broke is hell 4 a hustler
So I stay strugglin' and jugglin' with all the might I can muster
Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in
One's five's and ten's was funny money
So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'
Real nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough
What you thought? All for lost homies in plenty battles
Last two years shed plenty tears and I'll send plenty at you
Let me catch you slippin' you soft niggaz is outta here
In case you forgot we on the same shit that got us here

Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make
Every jail I break, every mill' I ate
Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
On the block duckin' charges, nigga fuck the sergeant
He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
Listen tho' I'm missin' dough I gotta gather mo'
Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words
For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz
They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son
Dyin' luck none supply us with much guns
I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya
Slangin' cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef till I burn
Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social
Niggaz shakin' like they caught the holy ghost when I approach 'em
Try to politic, before I smoke 'em, like Sun Zu
Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
Best believe they comin' for my dogs in the mornin'

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
Strikes, walkin' close to my third, I live a trouble life
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz
Either Heaven or jail, it's still Hell 4 a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

This is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild till they all die
This is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild until they all die, outlaw
Yes, change my ways yes, the Black Jesuz guide us through this
Weary weary weary weary only God can save us
Nuttin' but boss players Outlawz and thugs

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Make U Mine - Lyrics - More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape - Fabolous

Title: Make U Mine
Album: More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Winsome Singh, Adeka Stupart, Ken Ifill, Jovann Alexander, Chad Elliot, Kelly Rowland, Joe Budden, E Shaw, John Jackson, M Shorey, M Knowles

Lyric:
Yeah, uhh

I know I make you wanna leave the one you with
But I ain't Usher Raymond
I'm the kid that they rush to blamin', for the crush they claimin'
Who can make em' blush the same when I ask
"What's my name" and they yell F A B ooh
You shouldn't have even brought her my direction
Unless she was handcuffed with an order of protection, yeah
I'm talkin' wreckless now
'Cause I'm the reason that your girlfriends are your ex's now

I'm the fella that keep 'em yellin', and it's nuttin' to get 'em
I don't sweat em', its what I tell em' and they quickly forget em'
And I bet em' I get them to forget the day that they met em'
And I let em', 'cause I can bend em' and it's more then the denim
But I've been on the move, while you dudes be sleeping
The coupe on 22's keep the shorty sneaking
And she won't tell the truth, she too used to creepin'
When Mike is in the booth, it's the truth I'm speaking

Any girl I gave it to can't even go love another man
I give it to 'em like no other brother can
She say, "My man can barely move me"
But boy you made me scream, like a scary movie
On top of that I'm smoother then the rest of the gangstas
And I knew that dude you met, was a wanksta
Oh, damn homie, your girl is with the Street Fam Homie
And she ain't fuckin' with you

It's a shame, you lames can't even maintain your dames
And it's insane the way, that she gave me brain
My pimp game the same, don't forget the name
And when chicks peep the chain, they just can't restrain
Shorty don't try to fake it, just up and face it
Your time is being wasted, your mans a basic
See it all in his face, that he's cheap and tasteless
But life is what you make it, just watch the bracelet

I bet your man can't do it like me
His veins don't pump pimp fluid like me
He's nowhere near or like me
And he probably think keeping you in check
Is buying you a pair of Nike's
Why wouldn't I get dome from her
When the digits on my checks, look like phone numbers
Fuck it, you might as well tell that buster skid addle
Not even cockrin can help him win this custody battle

Catch me in the club, with a case of bub
And a thick chick to rub, niggas hate because
When they sit in the truck, they be quick to fuck
When I'm getting a nut, they just lick it up
I'm their favorite, plus the flow is dangerous
I don't aim to get shortys out of relationships
But they crave the chips, how many the range can fit
She just changed a bit, since I got the hang of it

That's right we got the hang of it
Mike shorey
Fabolous
Street family
Desert storm
I know you his but I wanna make you mine
You know, ha ha, yeah

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Case Of The Ex - Lyrics - Mya

Title: Case Of The Ex
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Traci Hale, Thabiso Nkhereanye, Christopher Stewart

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Lyric:
Yea, Mya
Red zone what what?

It's after midnight and she's on your phone
Sayin' come over 'cuz she's all alone
I could tell it was your ex by your tone
Why is she callin' now after so long?

Now what is that she wants?
Tell me what is that she needs?
Did she hear about the brand new Benz
That you just bought for me?
'Coz y'all didn't have no kids
Didn't share no mutual friends
And you told me that she turned trick
When y'all broke up in ninety six

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

There's no need to reminisce about the past
Obviously 'coz that shit did not last
I know how a woman try to game you
So don't get caught up because baby, you'll lose

Now what is that she wants?
Tell me what is that she needs?
Did she hear about the brand new Benz
That you just bought for me?
'Coz y'all didn't have no kids
Didn't share no mutual friends
And you told me that she turned trick
When y'all broke up in ninety six

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

Tell me why she on the phone
In the middle of the night?
Tell me why she in your life, trynna get what's mine?
She don't know me, she's about to know me
I'm in your life that's how it's gon' be
I've seen her photo, she ain't even all that
So if you want her back, you can take her back
'Cuz game recognize game I could do the same thing
Get it right, change or take back this ring

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

What'cha gonna do?
When you can't say no?
When her feelings start to show?
Boy, I really need to know
And how you gonna act?
How you gonna handle that?
What'cha gonna do when she wants you back?

Yea, playboy right now
Yea Mya
Yea Mya
Red zone what what?

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Wlix - Lyrics - Tha Alkaholiks

Title: Wlix
Artist: Tha Alkaholiks
Composer(s): Ricardo Danell Smith, Otis Jackson, James Anthony Robinson, Jack Brown, Eric Brooks, Dudley Perkins

Lyric:
Alright, we're back on WLIX this is Voodoo and uh

Aiyyo, they came down, you know
I know y'all get asses all the time but do me this favor
I want y'all to bust the freestyles for us
I wanna know who's first up, you freestyle?

Yo, yo, we got Crackerjack from the Loot Pack
'Bout to se this shit off, ay Crackerjack
Set it off, I know we on the radio, yo Crackerjack
Set it off

Ya dumb dunce it goes once upon the rhyme, Jack is out
To clench a fist and drop flows that gets papes like The Abyss
All in this, freestyle's wild when I'm throwin' this
Non-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just

Get involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod
Look at the bash slash back, I kick the abstract
Make brothers say, "Damn, that rap's fat," recline that ass back
A smack-back and slap from Wild Child with the ramshack

I used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back
In the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase
Nowadays, turn in applications
Rockin' the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations

On the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm Blackwatch
You want to, confront who? A microphone check, one, two
Complicated for ya, I got the naps that break the pics
Plus the props from the Liks

Ha haa, Loot Pack's on the rise
Sayin', "Liks, liks, liks boy, run your backside"
Yo, J-Ro, Mad Lib, my man
Just, get on the mic and please arise the jam

I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention
My division is itchin' for the switch
Pitchin' upon the West coast, the best brad and boast
Bragadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis

I skip like the stone when I lake over a break
I rip microphones and I take over the fake crews
I wish I could sing like Smokey do
But I'm vocally locin' with the Loot Pack crew

I'm Mad Lib, the bad kid, brothers try to do what I did
Back in junior high 'cause I'm fly with my
Vocabulary tradition, total chaos rhythmatic
Static, in fact they case erase so stay off

'Cause nobody knows how it goes with the flows
And rows of hoes froze, chosen bust erosion on the lows when
The ill speak, plus the Liks knot thick
Mad quick to rock ya lip, like Hip-Hop to grits

But yo freak this, I come with uniqueness
I'm like Pepe LePew yo, hoes are my weakness
Back in high school you didn't think I could get nifty
Now, I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty

Since eighty-three, I've been housin' folks
All the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks
It ain't another rapper in the country that can crunch me
If you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me

I flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I'm diggin'
I'm swiggin' on a Snapple 'cause my crew be wicked when we gig it
I rock the mad vocab when my toe jabs I'm so bad
I make you flow bad like when I blow lads to pieces

No releases on the two steel wheels
Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oils spills
My niggaz run for the hills, I can track 'em through the mountains
Rico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman

So pass the weed to the top, top seed
With lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed
Plus I dig like coal miners through the crates of old timers
I be blowin' up the spot like dynamite with one-liners

Oh, reminder to my ex-bitch when I find ya
I'ma smack you for them times I had to start sixty-nine
Yes on the low, my nigga with the hat to the back
Get on the mic and show these niggaz where you at

Here I am doin' shows, wall to wall
Nate stacks tall I still won't fall
Never will I be sellout poverty, some don't believe in me
Still I get my verbs on, my verse on, I raps long

You're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts
When A&R says go, you start with the dope verse
And you're sold, now, you're on clearance when the record starts sellin'
But I'm not willin' to be uncovered from the depths of the under

I'm under, for the duration, the past present future revelation
I gain the trunks of those who comprehend
Because they know I send niggaz through the other end
Of this industry, commercial side envies me

Females are freakin' me, no time for 'em
At least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch
I'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers
Now, I lay me down to sleep, don't sleep, I'm on the creep

To invade the holes of the ill-minded
I find it's fat, rewind it back slack, not here boy
Wack to the skull-crack when I attack
Unleashin' crazy chaos you're way off, so stay off, I'm about to blast off

Word is bond, on this snoop babe, that's how we do it
And that's how we do it, on KLI, K, what is this? KLIX? Oh yeah
Where we at again? Ah it don't matter, we rock it for the whole world Anyway, yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out

Can we give a shout out? I'd like to give a shout out to everybody that's Listenin' to this radio station right now, I hope you got your tapes
On record 'cause you know we just flippin'
Everybody that's down with real Hip-Hop
West coast, East coast, North and South

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Z - Big Chips - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Big Chips
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven Williams, Robert Kelly, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter, Jean Claude Oliver

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Lyric:
Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, big trips to Vegas nigga
Big cribs and the whips is spacious
Any day they could dig your grave
Shit, so Big is my inspiration, dig

No reward that's the risk is taken
In which case you niggaz
Wouldn't wanna switch places
I on the other hand relish the situation
Thank the Lord for the gift, I'm gracious

I went overboard, look at this big bracelet
I overhauled it you wouldn't recognize it
From the time that I bought it I just replaced it

I risk cases for shit like this
Nigga I pray for some shit like this
Word to my Uncle Ray
Who gave us life for some shit like this
Ma you rollin' I'm as real as it gets

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, I can't take this
The way you move your ass slow like Matrix
You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas
Before I toss chips first, get naked

I can't fake it, girl you got the club shut down when you freak it
Superstar honey, so mean and vicious
Got a lot and comin', I'm so mean and vicious
Bark, bark farmer, this chicken layin' platinum ex-farmer

So go low mama, give it a go
As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio
Girl you so good I'm swervin' like whoa! whoa
Uh oh, uh uh oh, from the club to the stretch
Out the stretch to the hotel, into the hotel suite

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, I'm a boss I said
Tilt my hat and I cross my legs
Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread
And the pigeons start flockin', ballin' like Bishop Locklin'

And stick Cochran on any DA, to try to stop him
So any gunplay that is an option
I been doin' this since niggaz was woppin'
Rockin Izods with the matchin' socks, and
Slap boxin' in the back park and when the girls start watchin'
Try to get real, you had to drop 'em

See I ain't never been a fronter
Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don't want ya number
Either you're comin' or I one ya
Either you know what you want ma, I don't even want ya
You play pretty if you wanna

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin' big chips

All around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go you wanna go
Say we goin' around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go, do you wanna go?

Uh, come on, Tone, I see ya
Jigga, Kells, uh, yeah, Track Masters
What's really good, we in the islands chillin'
In the shade and shit you know

Blue waters, yellow sand, uh either I'm high or
I think I just saw a dolphin
What you drinkin' Jay?
Me, myself I'm drinkin' on this lemonade, make me some
I don't know what the shit it is
But you got me real nice right now
Taylor play this track now, good night

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Big Chips - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: Big Chips
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Steven Williams, Robert Kelly, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter, Jean Claude Oliver

Lyric:
Big chips, we off in Vegas, drinkin' an' partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in them twin stretch Maybachs, dippin' low
The way the wrist shine, it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga, fuck what ya heard, it's Kells an' Hov
With the second comin' of 'Best of both'
In the first week, I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, big trips to Vegas, nigga
Big cribs an' the whips is spacious
Any day they could dig your grave
Shit, So Big is my inspiration, dig?

No reward, that's the risk is taken
In which case you niggaz wouldn't wanna switch places
I, on the other hand relish the situation
Thank the Lord for the gift, I'm gracious

I went overboard, look at this big bracelet
I overhauled it, you wouldn't recognize it
From the time that I bought it, I just replaced it
I risk cases for shit like this, nigga
I pray for some shit like this

Word to my Uncle Ray
Who gave us life for some shit like this
Ma, you rollin', I'm as real as it gets

Big chips, we off in Vegas, drinkin' an' partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in them twin stretch Maybachs, dippin low
The way the wrist shine, it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga, fuck what ya heard, it's Kells an' Hov
With the second comin' of 'Best of both'
In the first week, I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, I can't take this
The way you move your ass slow like Matrix
You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas
Before I toss chips first, get naked

I can't fake it
Girl, you got the club shut down when you freak it
Superstar, honey, so mean an' vicious
Got a lot an' comin', I'm so mean an' vicious

Bark, bark farmer, this chicken layin' platinum, ex-farmer
So go low, mama, give it a go
As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio
Girl, you so good, I'm swervin' like, ?Whoa, whoa?

From the club to the stretch
Out the stretch to the Hotel
Into the hotel suite

Big chips, we off in Vegas, drinkin' an' partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in them twin stretch Maybachs, dippin low
The way the wrist shine, it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga, fuck what ya heard, it's Kells an' Hov
With the second comin' of 'Best of both'
In the first week, I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, ?I'm a boss,? I said
Tilt my hat an' I cross my legs
Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread
An' the pigeons start flockin', ballin' like Bishop Loughlin

An' stick Cochran on any D.A. to try to stop him
So any gunplay that is a option
I been doin' this since niggaz was woppin'
Rockin' Izods with the matchin' socks an'
Slap boxin' in the back park an' when the girls start watchin'
They try to get real, you had to drop 'em

See, I ain't never been a fronter
Or fake it 'til I make it tight, nigga
Ma, I don't want ya number, either you're comin' or I one ya
Either you know what you want, ma, I don't even want ya
You play pretty if you wanna

Big chips, we off in Vegas, drinkin' an' partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in them twin stretch Maybachs, dippin low
The way the wrist shine, it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga, fuck what ya heard, it's Kells an' Hov
With the second comin' of 'Best of both'
In the first week, I predict a million sold, we talkin' big chips

All around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go, you wanna go
Say we goin' around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go, do you wanna go?

Come on, Tone, I see ya
Jigga, Kells, yeah, Track Masters, what's really good?
We in the Islands, chillin' in the shade an' shit
You know, blue waters, yellow sand
Either I'm high or I think I just saw a dolphin

What you drinkin', J?
Me, myself, I'm drinkin' on this lemonade
Mixed with some, I dunno what this shit is
But it got me real nice right now

Tone, fade this track
Goodnight

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Hip Hop Saved My Life - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Hip Hop Saved My Life
Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Wasalu Jaco, Nicholle Jean Leary, Rudolph Lopez

Lyric:
Dedicate, dedicate
This one right here, goes out
To my homie with the drink, na mean

He said, ?I write what I see
Write to make it right, don't like where I be?
I'd like to make it light the sights on TV
Quite the great life, so nice and easy

See, now you can still die from that
But it's better than not being alive from straps
Agree, a Mead notebook and a bic that click
When it's pushed in a whack ass beat

That's a track that's weak, that he got last week
'Cause everybody in the store's like that's that heat
A bass heavy medley, with a sample from the 70's
With a screwed up hook that went, 'Stack That Cheese'

Somethin', somethin', somethin', 'Stack That Cheese'
Mother, sister, cousin, 'Stack That Cheese'
He couldn't think of nothin', 'Stack That Cheese'
He turns down the beat, writer's block impedes

Cryin' from the next room, a baby in need
Of some Pampers and some food and place to sleep
That, plus a black Cadillac on D's
Is what keep 'em on track to be a great Emcee, yea

One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me
One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life

Reps North side so he rocks them braids
Eleven-hundred friends on his MySpace page
Stack That Cheese got seven hundred plays
Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay

Open mic champ two weeks in a row
Ex-D Boy with a B-Boy flow
Glow like Leroy, you should see boy go
Got a daddy servin' life and a brother on the row

Best homie in the grave, tatted up while in the cage
Minute Maid, got his momma workin' like a slave
Down baby momma, who he really had to honor
'Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda

To drive up to Dallas went to open up for amateurs
Let him keep a debit card, so he could put gas in it
Told her when he get on he gon' take her to the galleria
Buy everythin' but the mannequins, ya dig

One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me
One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life

His man called said, ?Ya time might be now?
They played your freestyle over ?Wipe Me Down?
They played it two times say it might be crowned
As the best thing out the H-Town in a while

He picked up his son with a great big smile
Rapped every single word to the new born child
Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen
And put on another beat and got back to the mission of

Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady lookin' good, have her rollin' like she should
Show his homies there's a way, other than that flippin' ya
Bail his homie outta jail, put a lawyer on his case

Throw a concert for the school, show the shoulders that it's cool
Throw some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool
Man it feels good when it happens like that
Two days from goin' back to sellin' crack, yes sir

One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me
One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life

One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me
One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life

Hip-hop, you saved my life
Hip-hop, you saved my life
Hip-hop, you saved my life

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Just Another Day - Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Title: Just Another Day
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Tony Hester, Christopher Lloyd

Lyric:
Man, what the fuck are you lookin' for?
Can't a young nigga make money any more
Blow a couple grand in the NBA Store
Rock twenty-four thousand on the NBA floor

Niggaz be on stage bendin' over on tour
Leave anti-social with a case of lochjaw
Just 'cause shorty look good don't mean that you should go
Puttin' ice on the bitch like she won the Superbowl

Even the chips are low, for all these so-called old heads
Just ain't the same niggaz I used to know
I got a Houston ho, nah she ain't the sharpest knife
In the drawer but she a damn good booster though

See I could fuck a supermodel in my day of work
Send her home with a smile and a couple kids on her shirt
I got a year into the game
A 141 rocks layin' on my chain, geah

Just another day, chillin' in the hood
Just another day around the way
I'm tipsy off the Hennessy
We ridin' round with the HK, nigga we don't play

Just another day, chillin' in the hood
Just another day around the way
We smoke a quarter pound a day
G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play

Nevermind the lames in my era, they all want me dead
And I know, it's all over the way I see bread
Here I go, caught up in some he say, she said
'Til I go, put a slug in my enemy's head

The Tahoe's, bulletproof so you can't get through
Then follow, your ass and whoever ran with you
And you about as assed-out as two jammed pistols
Bleedin' around a bunch of niggaz who can't fix you

So bring yours 'cause you know I got mine with me kid
The 8'll make you lose weight like Missy did
The O.G.'s tryin' to hide they phony smilin'
Reputation always arise in Coney Island

I'm at your local newsstand jerk
While the only XXL you been in as a shirt
And, speakin' of shirts, get a new white T
Goddamn it feels good to be me, nigga

Just another day, chillin' in the hood
Just another day around the way
I'm tipsy off the Hennessy
We ridin' round with the HK, nigga we don't play

Just another day, chillin' in the hood
Just another day around the way
We smoke a quarter pound a day
G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play

Now I'm goin', shoppin' with a plastic card now
I'm growin', knockin' international broads down
They know him, they're not gonna even pat the star down
I'm holdin', a glock so don't even act that hard now

You might bust your gun but your gat's in the car clown
So break your lil' weed up and crack your cigars down
'Cause I ain't tryin' to start my visits with the fuckin' judge
Givin' niggaz life like it's parkin' tickets

Now I get to go to bed with a model
And the crib is 'bout as big as it is on the Belvedere bottle
I got all kind of ex' I could ram in they faces
Red and blue pills like the man in The Matrix

You might have spent some paper on your lil' charm
But my piece is 'bout as heavy as Lil' Jon cup
But, it's never tucked, nigga I don't give a fuck
I'll get bucked 'fore I give somethin' up, yup

Just another day, chillin' in the hood
Just another day around the way
I'm tipsy off the Hennessy
We ridin' round with the HK, nigga we don't play

Just another day, chillin' in the hood
Just another day around the way
We smoke a quarter pound a day
G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play

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Bring 'Em Back - Lyrics - Terror Squad

Title: Bring 'Em Back
Artist: Terror Squad
Composer(s): Lamont Coleman, Casey James, Davel Mckenzie, Christopher Rios, Joseph Cartagena, James Casey, Leroy Bell, Robert Hall

Lyric:
Yeah
This is classic shit right here, vintage shit
Go get ya tape decks ready
You know I had to bring 'em back
Terror era's the squad man
Yeah uh yo uh yo

Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY king of that
The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that
The 4th comin', don't look now there's more comin'
And we all stunners with lil' money but still hungry
True story, once threw a nigga from a two storey
Asked for my paper, said, "There's nothin' he can do for me"
That's like takin' a steak out of a lion's mouth
Better yet that like takin' a plate outta Ryan's mouth

That'll never happen, over my dead body
Feds got me plastered on the wall like I'm the heir to Gotti
I swear to Mambo and Nore and all the left wreck
A nigga try front on his body he gettin' sent back
Don't resent crack, I'm just what you wanna be
Young, rich and famous bitches can't get enough of me
And they runnin' up on me usually in groups of them
But not just everyday but you could never be too used to them
I be abusin' them squeezin' fresh oranges
Breakfast in the mornin' get some strength and then it's on again

I just had to bring 'em back
Word you definitely know what I'm about
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
All my friends call me stout
I just had to bring 'em back
Flamboyant baby
You know I had to bring 'em back yo

When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow
I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about five O
A hard core life I toast to ex-flaw
Therefore I live raw and went to war with the law
My only pencil was a mug shot slugs were thugs got pot
Get swellin' hops from sellin' tops to da drugs spot
G's was clocked fat knots was in the socks
And cops who tried to stop shop, got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight

'Cause we put the guns down and go one round
With the hands but man I ain't the one, you'll get done clown
I can inverse my style, 'cause I'm versitile
Quick to burst a child I'm livin' worse than foul
I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell who's next
To feel the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like shaft
Turn ya staff into a blood bath to laugh
You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer than jelly Jack
I attack in black with a gat and a skully hat

I just had to bring 'em back
All my friends call me stout
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
Flamboyant baby
I just had to bring 'em back
[Incomprehensible]
You know I had to bring 'em back yo

No doubt I'm from the X and I seen it all
Shorties with dreams of playin' ball
For Seaton hall turnin' fiends a full
From me the word to Sacuon the same sad song
Is bein' sung, its like gimme a gun and I'm back on
Joey crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators
Stomp little niggaz to death for tryin' to imitate us
Y'all could never see us, be us, TS, kill the BS
'Cause Pun got more guns and funds than ideas
Un be us, I'm from the BX so I have to roll

Blastin' for crash ya door, smash ya hoe
Hack off ya skull, I'm stackin heads like totem poles
Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from here to Forden Road
Blow for blow, I toe to toe with the toughest
Bring the ruckus to the roughest motherfucker
It's nothin' but illustrous
My crews are cussin' to bustin' ass crushin' glass
In niggaz faces leavin' traces of red out this bloody bath
I want the cash off the jiddump, I cock and blast the piddump
At any piddunk tryin' to laugh at the briddonx

You ain't no kiddon for the terror squadron
You feel the fear of God when I steal a car
And flatten ya Pierre Cardin
I peirce ya noggin' if you startin' trouble
Spark the dot above you
And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the borough
No doubt I'm thorough with a parascope rifle extended rycle
Cycle that'll tear the whole Bible out
I'm sweatin' no idols a title's all I request
Best rappers know that pun and Y the chaperones of death

I just had to bring 'em back
Word you definitely know what I'm about
You know I had to bring 'em back yo
All my friends call me stout
I just had to bring 'em back
Flamboyant baby
You know I had to bring 'em back yo

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Love Detective - Lyrics - Arab Strap

Title: Love Detective
Artist: Arab Strap
Composer(s): Malcolm Bruce Middleton, Aidan John Moffat

Lyric:
We slept in this morning and she had to get ready in a hurry
No time for her usual attention to detail
And she ran out the door
Slamming it behind her
Leaving her keys swinging and jangling

I stayed in bed until I heard the downstairs door shut
Then peeked through the blinds
And as soon as she was out of sight
I went for the keys

She never tried to make a secret of the box or
The fact it was locked or even where she kept it
But as I said at the time
"If you've nothing to hide, why hide it?"

It's one of those wee red cashbox things
And she keeps it in a drawer by the bed
Under some pictures and books
Every key she has is on the same keyring
It took me a while to find the right one

I don't know
I suppose I've had my doubts for a while there's been
Hushed phone calls virtually every night
Her friends stop talking when I come in the room
They look at each other, and I don't know
It's just a feelin'

Anyway
I eventually found the right key and
It fitted perfectly in
Put the box on top of the bed and opened it up

There were these pictures of friends and ex's
Letters, postcards, doodles, nothing bad
And then I found some sort of sex diary
And I went to the latest entry
It explicitly detailed a recent adventure up the park
With a boy she said she had forgotten about

And it got worse as it went on
The dates never made sense
There were people I had never even heard of
Eventually I had to stop reading it
Because I started to feel sick
So I put everything back the way I found it
Shut the drawer and phoned you

See, I don't know what to do
I keep having
Fantasies about leaving her Dictaphone under the pillow
Or following her when she goes to work
I've been lying about where I'm going
Just in case I can bump into her

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Out Of Control - Lyrics - Dave Alvin

Title: Out Of Control
Artist: Dave Alvin
Composer(s): Dave Alvin

Lyric:
I scored some speed in San Berdino
So me and baby could get a little bump
And now she?s in that motel room
Puttin? on a show for some chump

Yeah, well, baby?s gotta make a livin?
And I don?t mind waitin? out in the car
?Cause I got some nine millimeter muscle
In case things go too far

You know I try to take it easy, man
And just go with the flow
But sometimes things can get a little bit
Out of control

Well, my old man worked his whole life
In the Kaiser steel slag pit
And I worked there for a while back when I was a kid
But I got tired of all their shit

But that was years ago, man
Before they tore that Fontana plant down
And my old man smoked himself
Into a six-foot hole in the ground

And I got the same bad habit
And it?ll probably take its toll
But sometimes it?s the only thing that keeps me
From goin? out of control

Well, my ex-wife?s workin? evenings
At a Sizzler makin? minimum wage
And she?s cleanin? up other people?s houses
Every day just like some slave

And she?s livin? with the kids in a mobile home
Just off the 60 freeway
Some nights I go to see her
And sometimes she lets me stay

Since she found Jesus
She?s always tryin? to save my soul
Yeah, but every now and then she still likes to get
A little out of control

I used to work a little construction
But I never got along with my boss
So I do a little import export
Makin? enough just to cover my costs

And I?m losin? my hair and I?m losin? my teeth
But I?m tryin? to keep my grip
And live to see one more day
Without makin? any stupid slips

You know I could have played the game man
And just done what I was told
But I guess I was born just a little bit
Out of control

Baby gets done in there, I?m gonna
Take her for a little ride
Cruise up into the mountains
Park the car and get a little high

?Cause baby likes to look at the shootin? stars
And make wishes as they fly by
And I like lookin? down at the city
From way up there in the sky

Then I pull baby close to me
When it starts gettin? cold
Close my eyes for a little while and let the world
Spin out of control

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We Breakin Up - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: We Breakin Up
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Scott Jung, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
I tried and tried to stay in love
But no matter what I do, it just ain't enough
It ain't enough, it ain't enough, it ain't enough
You say it ain't enough

And every time I think it's love
It just ain't good enough and we breakin' up
We breakin' up, we breakin' up, we breakin' up
'Cause love just ain't enough

I had seen potential in your mental
And was tryin' make a queen
But I did it for nothin', I was huffin'
And puffin', wastin' steam

Every time I speak, you be twistin'
My words to make 'em mean
Somethin' I ain't say, then you gossip
And try to break my dreams

So I'm breakin' up with ya
I tried and did everythin' to please ya
I don't even want to see ya
The sight of you is givin' me a fever

Think I need a breather, need ya
To give me space and [Incomprehensible]
Past in the past and keep walkin' past
When they say that we are

Match made in heaven
Tell 'em I said that, that's a lie
So disrespectful I feel like
I wasted half my life

That's why I ain't in love
Tryin' say I ain't in love
Then I go right back on my word
And we end up makin' up, hold up

I tried and tried to stay in love
But no matter what I do, it just ain't enough
It ain't enough, it ain't enough, it ain't enough
You say it ain't enough

And every time I think it's love
It just ain't good enough and we breakin' up
We breakin' up, we breakin' up, we breakin' up
'Cause love just ain't enough

See it's like I love and I hate
Almost everythin' about ya
I be [Incomprehensible] givin' a livin'
Takin' back everythin' I bought ya

Even [Incomprehensible] givin a ceilin'
When I'm tellin' you get out of here
You disappear, then the next day
You come back on the pop up

And my mood get madder
When I'm in the streets and I think I spot ya
Thinkin' I forgot ya and I'm movin' on
'Cause I think I gotta

See I end up losin' every time
That I try to think I gotcha
'Cause you always movin'
I want to but I ain't gon' even stop ya

You be all in my pockets like feed me
Makin' this type of livin' ain't easy
I be givin' my all to you
All you do is be talkin' greasy

And I know you probably don't believe me
Every time that you say that you'll leave me
I be gettin' impatient and waitin'
Hopin' that you'll make it speedy

So I figured I'd tell you the truth
'Cause I knew that that would free me
Gave you everythin' that I could
But you still kept actin' greedy

You let the world come inside
You shouldn't been actin' sleazy
'Cause now you pregnant
With rappers that lie on half their CD

I tried and tried, to stay in love
But no matter what I do it just ain't enough
It ain't enough, it ain't enough, it ain't enough
You say it ain't enough

And every time I think it's love
It just ain't good enough and we breakin' up
We breakin' up, we breakin' up, we breakin' up
'Cause love just ain't enough

Now I can't even lie, I was in love with you
We did everythin' together that lovers do
The love than died, I think it's time to move
In a direction that ain't got nothin' to do with you

And every time I think of us
I think that it's time that I make some things adjust
My love ain't as strong for you as I thought it was
Baby I'm breakin' up with you now and it's all because

I tried and tried, to stay in love
But no matter what I do, it just ain't enough
It ain't enough, it ain't enough, it ain't enough
You say it ain't enough

And every time I think it's love
It just ain't good enough and we breakin' up
We breakin' up, we breakin' up, we breakin' up
'Cause love just ain't enough

I ain't gon' lie, I used to wake up
With thoughts of you on my mind
But now you just get on my nerves
Even when you not even tryin'

People tell me that it's gonna be better
But I tell 'em that they lyin'
My love for you is definitely dyin'
And the way you changed is not a good sign

I wonder how you gonna feel
When I'm no longer around
Now don't even try to start cryin'
After you built me up and then tried to break me down

It's just a matter of time
Before I had to give you a piece of my mind
And maybe I can spend the rest
Of my time havin' peace of mind

You couldn't even say one thing
That you know that no one know
Every time I see you
You gossipin' about so and so

You imitate, you instigate
You turn love into instant hate
You the reason why I punched
My ex homeboy in the face

In the streets chasin' the same money
I gotta give to my lawyer to win a case
Tearin' up my rap sheet
'Cause now I got a rap sheet that can't get erased

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The Re-Up - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: The Re-Up
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall B Mathers Iii, Andre Romell Young, Curtis James Jackson, Michael A Elizondo Jr., Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
We should do something like that

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, b-boom, Shady

There's never been this, much of a menace in this game as this
And it's the, most sinister duo in the business
Once again it's the illest and realest killas
The most villainous Dre protege, Shady apprentice

Drop them zeros and get with these heroes
Do you want losers or winners, this music is in us, and it's
Not over 'til we say it's finished and G-Unit spinners
Will keep spinnin', this is hip hop when it's in it's

Truest form, the greatest, hate us or love us
Make voodoo dolls of us and keep stickin' them pins in us
Thick as his skin is or as short as his wick is
The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is

And as sick as his music is, or was, still is
Whatever, forever, he will be the illest
To ever sh-shock the world, what to do next
He's already reconciled with his ex a chainsaw and an axe

Jump a bitch's desk, strangle her neck
While we have sex while Bill Clinton plays the sax
I sprays the vex, yeah, bring Shady on back
The maniac of rap, devil baby on crack

Resurrect, I never left, baby I'm bad
I've gone mad, my comrade Drezy automatically
He says I'm too broke to fix, way beyond that
I may be off drugs, but it's made me off track

In fact, this right here very well could be the last rap
I ever do spit, I'll never do shit, that's that
Fuck it I quit, suck on a dick, jackass
I'm done with this wack ass rap, kiss my black ass, 50 Cent

Nah, 'em, tell 'em to kiss my black ass
The clean parts, the shitty parts
My bullet wounds, my beauty marks
The Fif'll tell you're ass apart

A came in this game
Crush a motherfuckers from tha start
Shady paid me, Shady crazy
Fifty crazy rich, bitch

Different day, nothing change, it's the same shit, trick
Teflon wrapped on case I get clapped on
D's searching the whip, glad I left the mac home
Still grindin', still shinin', nigga lord knows

You're rockin' with the kid that spit sicka sick flows
I carried Game's style for nine months and gave birth to it
Now I'm feeling like a proud father watching him do it
E'eryday Dre day, front and 'cause a maylay

Turn the town upside down wit a frown upside down
I smile through sumthin' fowl, and watch my money pile
I'm fuckin' with strict stacks, I'm kickin' you stripped fats
I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, go 'head, funky funk up
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, I hit yo' ass up
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, yeah, that's what's up

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, it's the re-up

Shady

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Life We Chose(Part 2) - Lyrics - Nas

Title: Life We Chose(Part 2)
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Leshawn Lewis, Fred Wesley Jr, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
To my niggaz huh, we all we got
Let's hold it down though, y'know?
However it's gon' go down
This what we gotta deal with y'know? Yo

It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo, but yo
This life is the only life I know

Gold bathtubs, makin' love to my queen
Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin' up green
Statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall
My lifestyle's like the Forbes Magazine

Closets, full of rockets and submachines
Take this nigga out the projects and his thug team
Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides
Mr. Child both coasts with the most loud toast

Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dyin'
'Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dealin' with science
My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play it
They never know we enemies until they hear me say it

Till they kid's on the phone sayin', "Please, Daddy pay it"
Till they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement
High-class elegance, you respect or you hiss
You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence

It's strategic, how these niggaz want you to think
You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep
Why you stink? Yo, these streets don't allow you to blink
You get showered by lead, comin' out with your mink
Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles

Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico
It's hard fuckin' with niggaz you hope you can trust
You a fool if your main bitch is easy to fuck
And you've got money, is these hoes greedy or what?
Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin' you stuck

It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo
This life is the only life I know

Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough?
He wanna stick you
What's love, you got beef? Nobody rollin' wit you
What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care
Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?

What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe
And you don't even let him know, 'cause you fucked her befo'
What's real, when you talk behind a man's back
Then you see him and give him dap, now explain that?

What's trust, when they separate your case
When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face
What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
And he never crossed you but you claimin' he's fam'?

What's trust, when you get bust, your niggaz don't retaliate?
They blaze purple haze with 'em the next day?
God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywire
Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire

But everybody's different, you won't know how you react
Till you in that position, and that's an actual fact
The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?
You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you

Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90
On your deathbed you regret bein' grimy
What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug?
A ghetto child raised around drugs, till he's old enough to bust slugs?

Then what's jail, to rehabilitate or to make a nigga worse
When he come home to catch another case?
Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it
You did it, heaven or hell or prison

Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin', get your weight up
Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya
You gettin' older player, look at those who gave up

It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo
This life is the only life I know

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