Cemetery Drive - Lyrics - Life on the Murder Scene - My Chemical Romance

Title: Cemetery Drive
Album: Life on the Murder Scene
Artist: My Chemical Romance
Composer(s): Frank Iero, Raymond Toro, Matt Pellisier, Gerard Way, Mikey Way

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Lyric:
This night, walk the dead
In the solitary starlight
Crash the cemetery gates
In the dress your husband hates

Lay down, mark the grave
Where the search lights find us
Drinking by the mausoleum door
And they found you on the bathroom floor

I miss you
I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss
That made it so hard

And I call you off the run
Singing songs that make you slit your wrist
It isn't that much fun
Staring down a loaded gun

So I won't stop dying, won't stop lying
If you want I'll keep on crying
Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me for?

I miss you
I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss
That made it so hard

Lay down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down

I miss you
I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss
That made it so hard

I miss you
Well I miss you so, so
And the collision of your kiss
That made it so hard
Made it so hard

Lay down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down

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Lookout Mountain - Lyrics - The Dirty South - Drive By Truckers

Title: Lookout Mountain
Album: The Dirty South
Artist: Drive By Truckers
Composer(s): Patterson Hood, Mike Cooley, Jason Isbell, Brad Morgan, Shonna Tucker

Lyric:
Throw myself off Lookout mount
No more for my soul to keep
I wonder who will drive my car
Wonder if my mom will weep

I throw myself off Lookout mountain
No more pain my soul to bare
No more worries about payin' taxes
What to eat, what to wear?

Who will end up with my records?
Who will end up with my tapes?
Who's gonna pay my credit card bill?
Who's gonna pay for my mistakes?

I throw myself off Lookout mount
Who will ever hear my songs?
Who's gonna mow the cemetery
When all of my family's gone?

Who will mom and daddy find to
Continue the family name?
Who will stand there taking credit
Who's gonna lay there passing blame? Ooo
Who's gonna lay there passing blame?

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Deadbeat Holiday - Lyrics - Warning - Green Day

Title: Deadbeat Holiday
Album: Warning
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyric:
Wake up, the house is on fire
And the cat's caught in the dryer
Philosophy's a liar when
Your home is your headstone

Icon is the last chance for hope
When there's no such thing as heroes
Your faith lies in the ditch that
You dug yourself in

Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay
When the lights are goin' down

Oh dead beat holiday celebrate your own decay
There's a vacant sign that's hangin' high
On a noose over your home

Oh dead beat holiday get on your knees and pray
There's a vacant sign that's hangin' high
But at least you're not alone

Christmas lights in the middle of August
Grudges come back to haunt us
Your oldest allies are your long lost enemies

Grounded in a duplex to find
That you're livin' on a landmine
Vacation hotspots is a cemetery drive

Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay
When the lights are going down

Dead beat holiday celebrate your own decay
There's a vacant sign that's hangin' high
On a noose over your home

Dead beat holiday get on your knees and pray
There's a vacant sign that's hangin' high
But at least you're not alone
(All the day)
(Shall I start)

Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay when all you
Want to do, not to give up
(Give up)

Dead beat holiday celebrate your own decay
There's a vacant sign that's hangin' high
On a noose over your home

Oh dead beat holiday get on your knees and pray
There's a vacant sign that's hangin' high
But at least you're not alone

Oh dead beat holiday celebrate your own decay
There's a vacant sign that's hangin' high
On a noose over your home all the day

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Proxima Centauri - Lyrics - At The Drive In

Title: Proxima Centauri
Artist: At The Drive In
Composer(s): Jim Ward, Cedric Bixler, Pablo Hinojos, Tony Hajjar, Omar Rodriguez

Lyric:
T-minus, 10 seconds to counting
10 seconds to counting
T-minus, 10 seconds to counting
10 seconds to go
T-minus, 10 seconds to counting

Metronome charisma
Keeping time in sling shot tempo
M-M-Metronome charisma
Keeping time in sling shot tempo

M-M-M-Metronome charisma
Keeping time in sling shot tempo
Metronome charisma

Utopia the landfill crawls
Omens that back the truth
Omens that back the truth
Erase the veins of this dateline
As it tells the story of this roman fracture
Space time cliche

I can't believe, the feeble recipe
Civilization tastes so good
Nero has conquered the stars
No one ever saw the spacesuit togas
Wreath around the head like Saturn's rings

Stole your recipe
Ghost ship cemetery
We won't lie

T-minus, 10 seconds to counting
10 seconds to go
T minus

Utopia the landfill crawls
Omens that back the truth
Omens that back the truth
Erase the veins of this dateline
As it tells the story of this roman fracture
Space time cliche

I can't believe, [Incomprehensible]
Under the breath, under the fall
Caligula time warp
Decadence in fleets come rain storming
Under threats of gluttony and lies

Stole your recipe
Ghost ship cemetery
We won't lie

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Just South Of Nowhere - Lyrics - Up And Crumbling - Gin Blossoms

Title: Just South Of Nowhere
Album: Up And Crumbling
Artist: Gin Blossoms
Composer(s): Jesse Valenzuela

Lyric:
Meet me out past the cottonwoods where we ran as kids
Straight out past the cemetery where the river turns to ditch
This car I'm driving can't drive me fast enough
Thirty miles of potholed roads got me shaking like a drunk

Straight back far away a long ways from here
Just south of nowhere

Static on the radio gave out five miles back
And I'm singing some old Marshall's song just for laughs
My head aches from cigarettes, my eyes are edged with sleep
Meet me out past the muddy ditch beneath the Palos Verdes trees

Straight back far away a long ways from here
Just south of nowhere

Monday morning takes me back to where I have to be
Full of half assed promises this shit just ain't for me
Meet me out past the cottonwoods where we ran as kids
Straight out past the cemetery where the river turns to ditch

Straight back far away a long ways from here
Just south of nowhere
Just south of nowhere
Just south of nowhere

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Little Bonnie - Lyrics - A Blessing And A Curse - Drive By Truckers

Title: Little Bonnie
Album: A Blessing And A Curse
Artist: Drive By Truckers
Composer(s): John Michael Cooley, Patterson David Hood, Michael Jason Isbell, Bradley Scott Morgan, Shonna Lee Tucker

Lyric:
On the day that she was buried
Her daddy stood out by the cemetery fence
Prayed to God for forgiveness
For surely all of this is punishment for my sins

They put her in the family garden
Said you could hear his heart breaking miles away
All the men pitched in and bought a marble angel
To mark the piece of land where little Bonnie lay

My grandma said she would keep her in the mornings
So her mama could sleep a bit and do the chores and such
She'd read her stories about little girls and magic powers
That would never let a pretty angel hurt

Her mama's always been a beauty
She's still beautiful to this very day
But they say Bonnie's crystal eyes put the stars to shame
Maybe heaven needed Bonnie's face

My grandma said she would keep her in the mornings
A swollen angel who never would complain
She'd read her stories about little girls and princesses
Whose daddy's don't feel punished for what heaven takes away

Little Bonnie never married
Little Bonnie never even made it four
But I grew up in her presence
Even though she was gone before I'z born
Even though she was gone before I'z born

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My Name Is (Bootleg Version) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: My Name Is (Bootleg Version)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Labi Siffre

Lyric:
Hi, my name is, my name is
(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

Ahem, excuse me
Can I have the attention of the class
For one second?

Hi kids, do you like violence?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails
Through each one of my eyelids?
(Uh, huh)

Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did?
(Yeah, yeah)
Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is?
(Huh?)

My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin' to get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate
(Umm)
And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a basehead"
Uh, uhh, So why's your face red? Man you wasted

Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard
I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
C'mere slut
(Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog)
I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off
Hi, my name is, my name is

(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Thanks a lot, next semester I'll be thirty-five
I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler
And stapled his nuts to a stack of papers
(Oww)

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup
Extraterrestrial, runnin' over pedestrians
In a spaceship while they screamin' at me, "Let's just be friends"

Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more dope than I do
(Damn)
I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her
(Oh, thank you)

You know you blew up when the women rush your stands
And try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans
(Aah)
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph
(Dude, can I get your autograph?)
So I signed it "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole"

Hi, my name is, my name is
(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away
(Get him)
Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate
I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die
(Fuck that)
I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive

(Huh, yup)
Am I comin' or goin'? I can barely decide
I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive?
(Go ahead)
All my life I was very deprived
I ain't had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide

Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk
(Hachhh-too)
I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks
(C'mere)
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits

How you gonna breast feed me, mom?
(Wah)
You ain't got no tits
(Wah)
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
Put a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head

I'm steamin' mad
And by the way when you see my dad?
(Yeah?)
Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had

Hi, my name is, my name is
(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

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Roses For Mama - Lyrics - C.W. Mccall

Title: Roses For Mama
Artist: C.W. Mccall
Composer(s): Johnny Wilson, Wayne Sharpe, Gene Dobbins

Lyric:
Well, I had two weeks vacation comin'
So I thought I'd drive down to Florida
Spend some time with an old friend, date a few girls
Make a few parties, and just kinda live it up again

So I packed up my car and then I called my Mom in Tennessee
And told her what I planned to do she said, "Son, are you comin' by?"
And I said, "Mom, I'm really pushed for time
But I'll see you in a week or two"

And I was drivin' through this little town
In Georgia when I remembered today's Mama's birthday
Well, I thought I'll just stop and wire some flowers
Shouldn't take too long, then I'll be on my way

So I walked in a flower shop and the first thing
I saw was this little boy, with his eyes full a' tears
I said, "What's wrong, son?" He said, "Mama loves roses"
And today's her birthday, and I haven't seen her in almost a year

Roses for Mama
Today's her birthday
Roses for Mama
Today's her birthday

He said, "I live with Grandma now, but I promised
Mama some roses 'cause I talk to her all the time
I wanted to give her five, 'cause that's how old I am"
But the lady said I couldn't buy 'em with just a dime

Well, the little fellow's story kind a touched my heart
So I told the lady to give him what he wanted and charge it to me
Then I told her I needed to wire a dozen roses to my Mama
Up in Chapel Hill, Tennessee

I looked around, and the little boy was gone
But all of a sudden the door flew open and he come runnin' back in
And he said, Mister, I forgot to thank you for the roses
He smiled, he shook my hand, and ran back out again

Well, I started on out of town, and I was feelin' real proud
Of myself for thinkin' of my Mama and really carin'
When I looked out the window and I saw that same little boy
Kneelin', by a grave in an old cemetery

I stopped my car and walked over to where the little boy
Was kneelin' down, and he smiled up at me and said
"This is where my Mama stays"
She says, "She sure does thank you for these pretty roses"
Well that's when I had to walk away

And I drove straight back to that flower shop
And I said, "Lady, have you sent those flowers to Tennessee?"
She said, "No, not yet" I said, "Well, never mind
I'll just take them back with me"

Roses for mama
Today's her birthday
Roses for mama
Today's her birthday

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My Block (Remix) - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: My Block (Remix)
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Osten Harvey, Francisco Pimentel, Ray Coleman, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Damn, take a ride to my block
My block, that's right heh
[Incomprehensible] on my motherfuckin' block

They got a nigga sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears
'Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlyin' cause of my arrest, my life is stressed
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
For all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm gettin' worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us, ghetto bastards

What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire?
Life in the pen ain't for me, 'cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on a four five
My neighborhood ain't the same
'Cause all these little babies goin' crazy
And they sufferin' in the game and I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hope 'cause it don't stop on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

Now shits constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin' in hail, when will we prevail?
Fearin' jail but crack sales got me livin' well
And the system's suicidal with this thug's life
Stayin' strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, 'cause I'm starvin' can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies my life is hard
Can't sleep 'cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism 'cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from A.K's in the drive by
Swollen pride and homicide don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
'Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin' black life
But I can't blame the dealers

My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shits real, I know you feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin' out pickin' up game, sippin' cheap liquor
Gamin' the hooches, hopin' I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin' strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin' phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin' focus on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

And block parties in tha projects lastin' way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break night
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send 'em ends, but it's tough on a friend
In my mind I see the same motherfuckers ballin'
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growin' up in this world where everythin' is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes

Tryin' to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody knows my name
Swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin' pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game from my block
Thats right

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
Rest in peace to all the muh'fuckers who passed away
Every block is kinda mean
From all the blocks that I'm from
But on our block we still play

One twelve street, Seventh Avenue, New York, Uptown
Know what I'm sayin?
But on our block we still play
183rd and Walt, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play
122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play

Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play
In the jungle of Atlantic city, that's my block, that's right
But on our block we still play

Los Angeles, aha, that's my block too
But on our block we still play
Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure
But on our block we still play

And all the other blocks around this motherfucker
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all niggaz stay kickin' up dust
Representin' motherfuckin' block

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Quick To Back Down - Lyrics - Bravehearted - Bravehearts

Title: Quick To Back Down
Album: Bravehearted
Artist: Bravehearts
Composer(s): Jonathan H Smith, Michael Epps, Jabari Dara Jones, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
Yeah
Bravehearts
Yeah
That boy Nas
Yeah
Me I'm your boy Li'l Jon
Yeah
Right now we going to talk about these niggas
Yeah
That's got a lot of mouth, what
Yeah
But when it's time to do some shit
(Yeah)
They folding, these niggas is folding and shit
Know what I'm talking 'bout, like paper
(Yeah)

I know your type I know your kind ya
Quick to back down
You be leaving when there's drama
Quick to back down
Fucking fake ass nigga
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake nigga ya
Quick to back down

You ya whole crew ya
Quick to back down
Y'all don't want none of this ya
Quick to back down
And I hate y'all niggas ya
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake nigga ya
Quick to back down

First of all this is Nas I'm a braveheart veteran
And y'all already know who I'm better than
Y'all know the beef in the hood it'll never end
Never hit the club unless I get's my Berretta in
The letter N, short for Nasir
More drama than the President with North Korea
Gettin' krunk wit L'il Jon, he da livest in the south
Fuck around and you get wires in your mouth

Cowards I despise and my power keeps on risin'
Niggas try to hate me but they keep recognizin'
Who's the next label I'ma bury
CEO's, rappers and A&R's go to the rap cemetery
And ya all got guns but ya scared to use 'em
Six million ways to die, nigga choose one
I'm a Braveheart I'll be right here
Y'all talk shit but I smell fear, motherfucker

I know your type I know your kind ya
Quick to back down
You be leaving when there's drama
Quick to back down
Fucking fake ass nigga
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake nigga ya
Quick to back down

You ya whole crew ya
Quick to back down
Y'all don't want none of this ya
Quick to back down
And I hate y'all niggas ya
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake nigga ya
Quick to back down

Ay yo, all these niggas they afraid of the Bravehearts
I'll take a razor open your face up
I tried to tell these niggas we don't play
I run up on you broad day with a A.K
Cornball I can make your heart beat stop
Pop pop your body drop from a couple shots
When you see me in the street, we can handle the beef
If you see me in jail you know you dead meat

I be fighting and stabbin', shootin' and laughin'
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committin' sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black Caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your last words be "Please jungle don't shoot"
Pussy, I'll put a slug between your eyes
And stand there and watch your punk ass die

I know your type I know your kind ya
Quick to back down
You be leaving when there's drama
Quick to back down
Fucking fake ass nigga
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake nigga ya
Quick to back down

You ya whole crew ya
Quick to back down
Y'all don't want none of this ya
Quick to back down
And I hate y'all niggas ya
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake nigga ya
Quick to back down

I'm fuckin' wit them, Bravehearts
My niggas is coming we just don't stop
Yall niggas is running I'm just goin' pop
I twist up my gun up and slap your mouth
With Li'l Jon down south
My religion is green motherfucker too late
Since birth I'm cursed, the worst motherfucker in da state
Time and time again you niggas back down, laugh now
Fuck ya numbers nigga y'all all fake

The hunt is on, fuck if I'm wrong
Test my dead arm robbery, heavily armed
Might leave him gone bang him, duff him
Actin' like he don't know what's going on
Hang 'em rush 'em, get his clown ass his teammates wrong
And oh he got a 22, give him the gauge the brave way
God ain't going to save his bitch ass today
Wait, I'm a Braveheart I'll be right here
Y'all talk shit but I smell fear, mothafuckas

I know your type I know your kind ya
Quick to back down
You be leaving when there's drama
Quick to back down
Fucking fake ass nigga
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake nigga ya
Quick to back down

You ya whole crew ya
Quick to back down
Y'all don't want none of this ya
Quick to back down
And I hate y'all niggas ya
Quick to back down
Soft and cornflake nigga ya
Quick to back down

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My Name Is.. (Radio/Video Edit) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: My Name Is.. (Radio/Video Edit)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Labi Siffre

Lyric:
Hi, my name is, my name is
(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

Ahem, excuse me
Can I have the attention of the class
For one second?

Hi kids, do you like violence?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails
Through each one of my eyelids?
(Uh, huh)

Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did?
(Yeah, yeah)
Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is?
(Huh?)

My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin' to get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate
(Umm)
And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a basehead"
Uh, uhh, So why's your face red? Man you wasted

Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard
I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
C'mere slut
(Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog)
I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off
Hi, my name is, my name is

(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Thanks a lot, next semester I'll be thirty-five
I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler
And stapled his nuts to a stack of papers
(Oww)

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup
Extraterrestrial, runnin' over pedestrians
In a spaceship while they screamin' at me, "Let's just be friends"

Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more dope than I do
(Damn)
I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her
(Oh, thank you)

You know you blew up when the women rush your stands
And try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans
(Aah)
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph
(Dude, can I get your autograph?)
So I signed it "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole"

Hi, my name is, my name is
(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away
(Get him)
Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate
I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die
(Fuck that)
I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive

(Huh, yup)
Am I comin' or goin'? I can barely decide
I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive?
(Go ahead)
All my life I was very deprived
I ain't had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide

Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk
(Hachhh-too)
I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks
(C'mere)
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits

How you gonna breast feed me, mom?
(Wah)
You ain't got no tits
(Wah)
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
Put a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head

I'm steamin' mad
And by the way when you see my dad?
(Yeah?)
Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had

Hi, my name is, my name is
(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

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Untouchables - Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Title: Untouchables
Album: Grand Champ
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, Tony Pizarro, Jay King, Mel Smalls, Earl Simmons, Denzil Foster, J Lucien, Shandel Green, Sean Jacobs, S Martin

Lyric:
Yeah, it is what it is
Yah'mean, we untouchable baby

I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin' down one thing that I know
We're untouchable

We built this Double R thing from the ground up
Another principle of when it's beef, niggaz round up
Gettin' down like what nigga, yo
That's all it takes and it's like, here we go
Thorough type niggaz that control the streets
Rollin' deep, holdin' heat, don't even think about sleep
When we creep, niggaz goin' down for the count
It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out

C'mon fella, you don't want the dog with the camp
Not Old Yeller, a pit bull and dog is the champ
You know better, think about crossin' the line
Hit your sweater, with about ten from the 9
Double R and we get down for life
Let a nigga know we can go down tonight
From the tops of our heads, the tips of our toes
We untouchable, yea

I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin' down one thing that I know
We're untouchable

I represent the have and the have nots
All the niggaz with the weed spots
And all my niggaz on them cell blocks
We gon' R U double F R Y D E, you can't fuck with my army
My niggaz is untouchable, eatin' niggaz like lunchable
45 be crushin' you when the bullets be touchin' you
Paul bearers'll carry you
To the cemetery where your Momma gon' bury you

Black suit be fittin' you nigga, I got hood degrees
Plus I'm street like powder, milk, and government cheese
If you a runnin' man nigga, then I'ma shoot up your knees
Then it's me against the world, man against machine
S.D.T.S., stick to my routine
My knuckle game impeccable, crack game incredible
Lawyers for my niggaz who be sittin' in the Federal
Nigga, I'm untouchable

I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin' down one thing that I know
We're untouchable

All I know is 365 days of pain, my name, how to sell cocaine
And I was taught to buy guns so big when I go to the roof
I can aim and shoot down a plane, Infa-Red's my name but fuck all that
Fall back and witness how the streets
Made me the grimiest nigga alive
I sell you a fake pie, shoot out your fake eye
Give niggaz a break, nah, I gotta chase mine
Don't wear your watch around me nigga I take time

Like niggaz that them blue tried to like
I turn men to mice, canary yellow my ice
And Ruff Ryde on anybody, to be precise
But I handle my business like I'm supposed to
When you go in the precinct, that's the only time you see my poster
But I could post up and get rid of my pieces
I own collies sellin' rocks the size of Domino pizzas
I'm untouchable, nigga

I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin' down one thing that I know
We're untouchable

U N T O U C H A B L E S
Sheek the new Elliott Ness
Nigga, Bloodline, D Block, two of the best
Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains on the side of the bar
Sheek heavy in the hood
And I don't mean 'cause I gained weight in the hood
My aim is good, aiyyo X what they want it to be here?

Our hammer's cocked, outside of the house on the lawn chair
Yeah nigga what? The new rap Le Bron's here
Get 'em dog, we the new America's nightmare
And we don't say much, we just get it on
That's why we don't get touched, y'all like a Dutch
Hands all on you, I'm tryna warn you
To stay in your place, so you don't get laced
And them pretty ass shades, can stay on your face

I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin' down one thing that I know
We're untouchable

You motherfuckers got me back on my grizzly, I'm back on the grind
I'm back to the streets, catch a beef, come back with the nine
I'll murder ya man, come back with his shines
I tote two guns, I don't care if you box, I don't care if you blind
I spit in your eye like niggaz is eatin', I'm splittin' the pies
Frank Nitty your rap, how gritty am I? The city is mine
Yeah, you get in my way I pity your Moms
Yeah, my block is real, my niggaz is armed

My borough is thorough, we bang with each other
I'm switchin' my diamonds and changin' the color
With change of weather, canary in the sun
I bury ya nigga then bury the gun, X whattup?
Me and you is untouchable, we both had bricks
They couldn't sniff 'cause the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we Ryde or Die
You drivin by, we clap at your ride, goodbye

I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin' down one thing that I know
We're untouchable

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My Name Is - Lyrics - Slim Shady LP - Eminem

Title: My Name Is
Album: Slim Shady LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Labi Siffre

Lyric:
Hi, my name is, my name is
(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

Ahem, excuse me
Can I have the attention of the class
For one second?

Hi kids, do you like violence?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails
Through each one of my eyelids?
(Uh, huh)

Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did?
(Yeah, yeah)
Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is?
(Huh?)

My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin' to get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate
(Umm)
And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a basehead"
Uh, uhh, So why's your face red? Man you wasted

Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard
I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
C'mere slut
(Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog)
I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off
Hi, my name is, my name is

(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Thanks a lot, next semester I'll be thirty-five
I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler
And stapled his nuts to a stack of papers
(Oww)

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup
Extraterrestrial, runnin' over pedestrians
In a spaceship while they screamin' at me, "Let's just be friends"

Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more dope than I do
(Damn)
I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her
(Oh, thank you)

You know you blew up when the women rush your stands
And try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans
(Aah)
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph
(Dude, can I get your autograph?)
So I signed it "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole"

Hi, my name is, my name is
(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away
(Get him)
Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate
I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die
(Fuck that)
I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive

(Huh, yup)
Am I comin' or goin'? I can barely decide
I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive?
(Go ahead)
All my life I was very deprived
I ain't had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide

Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk
(Hachhh-too)
I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks
(C'mere)
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits

How you gonna breast feed me, mom?
(Wah)
You ain't got no tits
(Wah)
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
Put a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head

I'm steamin' mad
And by the way when you see my dad?
(Yeah?)
Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had

Hi, my name is, my name is
(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

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Smile For Me Now - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Smile For Me Now
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Brad Jordan, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Damon E Thomas

Lyric:
There's gonna be some stuff that you're gonna see
That's gonna make it hard to smile in the future
(No noubt)

But whatever you see, through all the rain and pain
You gotta keep a sense of humor
Gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit
Remember that just keep ya head up

Our lifesytle's be close caption, addicted to fatal attraction
Pictures and actions be played back in the mist of mashin'
No fairytales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of Hell. lail and crack cells

[Unverified] culture or the repercussion
While bustin' on back-stabbing vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures

Why shed tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years was spend burying my peers
In the cemetery, here's a message to the newborns
Waiting to breath, if you believe you can achieve, just look at me

Against all odds, though life is hard, we carry on
Living in the projects, broke, with no lights on
To all the G's that follow me, protect your essence
Born with less but you're still precious, just smile for me now

Oh, won't you smile for me?
(Just smile for me now)
Oh, won't you smile for me?
(Nigga you black, smile for me now)

Oh, won't you smile for me?
(You ain't got nothin' to worry about)
(Smile for me now)
Oh, won't you smile for me?
(And the next generation)

Now as I open up my story with the blaze of your blunt
So you can picture thoughts slowly upon phrases I run
And I can walk you through the dayz that it done
I often wish that I can save everyone

But I'm a dreamer, have you ever seen a nigga
Who was strong in the game?
Over-looking his tomorrows and they finally came
Look back on childhood memories and I'm still feelin' the pain

Turnin' circles in my 9th grade dealin' cocaine
Too many hassels in my local lights, survivin' the strain
And a man without a focused life could drive him insane
Stuck inside a getto fantasy, hopin' it'd change

But we're not focused on reality, we broken in Jane
Had a dream of livin' wealthy, makin' it big
Over football [unverified] what take it, he did

And after all my mama's thankin' God
For blessing her child
All my mama gotz to do now is collect and then smile
(Smile)

Oh, won't you smile for me?
(Smile for me now)

Fuck tha world as we unload, we witness furious speeds
Un-answered questions keep us all stressin' curious G's
Back stabbed and bleeding, crooked thoughs, laced with weed

Learnin', duckin' stray shots, bullets be hot
They burnin', inhale the shroom smoke, visualize the flames
Will I be smothered by my own pain?
Strange wisdoms cowards conversate'

So quick to dis' us, takin' pictures for the Feds
In desperate hopes they get us, hit us all, give us plenty centuries
Forgive my stance, sinse I entered many penitentiaries

The best revenge is fuck friends we milatary minded soljahs
Bustin' shots blindly, trying to find Jehovah
To help me, somebody save me, lost and crazy
Scared to drop a seed, hopin' I ain't cursed babies

Maybe now, niggaz feel me now picture my pain
Embrace my words, make the world change
And still I smile nigga

Oh, won't you smile for me?
(Smile for me now)
Oh, won't you smile for me?
(Smile for me now)

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The Realest Niggas - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: The Realest Niggas
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Tony Mario Dofat, Umar Bin Hassan, Curtis Jackson, Andy Thelusma

Lyric:
Before shots, Queens, you heard, I'm a Florida boy
But I'm gonna shout y'all niggas out
'Cause I got number one love for New York, niggas, you heard?

I love niggas, I love niggas 'cause niggas are me
And I should only love that which is me
I love to see niggas go through changes
I love to see niggas shoot through shit
And to all niggas that do it, I love

To all my Brooklyn
(Niggas)
To all my Uptown
(You niggas understand?)
To all my Bronx
(It's war, nigga)
To all my Queensbridge
(I'll blow you away)

Back up, chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, makin' crazy Gs

Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots on the avenue
Take my loot and I'm baggin' you
Pimpin' hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet in her pantyhose

Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out and blow they motherfuckin' back out
That's a real nigga for ya

We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

When we smoke spliffs, we pack four fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetery
Rough very not your ordinary, we watch you get buried

That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. 'cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway

Up Northbound, first stop, Watertown and fish scale
Where the hand scales are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover, doo doo stain remover
Yo, G, pass the buddha

We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

When I was young, my M.O. was to go hand in hand
And even my P.O., she called me the 'Ginger Bread Man'
I cut ya new case and tell her ass catch me if you can
Don't let your people feel you're awkward, I tame, I'm not lame

Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. Style, watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off propa

There's no place like home, New York, New York
I run this city and now I dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy 'til they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama, really

Pushy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
Even the hood, they feel me, I'm on fire
Niggas out in Philly, they feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged, you know, bump my shit, bitch

We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
D-Twizzy's in this bitch with Obie Trice
So watch what you say before you call our name
If you say one more thing, it won't be nice

Here we go, I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later
You little haters are too jealous of us to love us
You ain't it, G-Unit made it and Obie's comin', D-Twizzy's comin'
You sick to your stomach

50 percent is 50 Cent
The other 50 percent is who's color skin it is
Well, if you're even considering takin' our label down
You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I ain't tryin' to get too intricate into it

I'm just tryin' to give you a little hint for your own benefit
'Cuz then it's gonna get to the point
Where it escalates into some other shit
Then I'ma flip, then I'ma get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones
Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one

It's gonna feel like there's so many feet kickin' you
You think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoes
I don't know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these pussies try to push me

Thinkin they gon' put me in the position to pickle me
Y'all tickle me pink, I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me
Hickory dickory dock, tickety tock tickety
A little bit of the diggity dock diggity

Mixed with a little bit of the jiga jig jiga
With a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggity

We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
'Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records
We the label fo' sho'

We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
'Cuz we gon' fuck around and steal your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50
We gon' kill yo' fuckin' label fa sho

Shady in the place to be seen
And I got what it takes to rock the mic, right?
Still watch what you say to me punk
'Cuz I'm off probation in less then 6 months

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One Night - Lyrics - Doctor's Advocate - Game

Title: One Night
Album: Doctor's Advocate
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Darnel Bristol, Kenneth Edmonds, Sidney Johnson, Dominick Lamb, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
I only *** wit'chu on two occasions
When I'm drunk, when I'm ***
I would be broke if I would be with you
That is why it's fo' one night, one night

I'm a *** nightmare
Wake up, *** I traded in my white Nike Airs
For a rare pair of Converse, back to the hood
My own *** actin' like I turned my back on the hood

I used my rap money to put *** in the hood
Even brought the *** Dr. Dre back to the hood
I showed *** the Bentley, then let you drive it
Gone for two days and I ain't even check the mileage

When we was fightin' with ***, it wasn't about no dollars
It was about sellin' *** to put our kids through college
I'm sittin' on the block, reminiscin' for hours
Wipin' my tears 'cause now half of my *** is cowards

And I was still *** with *** after I got ***
And didn't get one hospital visit
My homey Snoop told me it'd be days like this
It hurt my heart to say this ***

I only *** wit'chu on two occasions
When I'm drunk, when I'm ***
I would be broke if I would be with you
That is why it's fo' one night, one night

Red bandanna in my back pocket, I'm for real
This ain't a pastel color khaki suit and I ain't Pharrell
I don't front about ***, I pull my *** up out ***
And let everything fly to keep my son up outta this

I thought you loved me, *** talk is cheap
Remember, the *** holes in my son's car seat
My baby momma found four *** I ain't get
One keep your head up, all I got was keep it real

Keep it real, my ***?
Last year alone I spent one point five mill' on my ***
After the bulls***, I stayed right there
Took you to award shows, there go J right there

Where? Right there, I had all you *** in suits
Cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs
I'm supposed to enjoy this *** but it's quite clear
The last twelve months been a *** nightmare

I only *** wit'chu on two occasions
When I'm drunk, when I'm ***
I would be broke if I would be with you
That is why it's fo' one night, one night

This *** worse than arguin' with my ***
I done been through mo' ups and downs than the Impala switch
Get yo' hand out my pocket, *** go fish
I was born by myself, so I don't owe y'all ***

*** you tell me, what'chu want me to do
Drop my son off at home and come bang wit'chu?
Oh, now it's, ?*** Game?, nah, *** you
I put that on my life, matter 'fact, that's on Piru

And the reality is, I could die too
And end up in the cemetery right beside you
We can both ride, angels flyin' over my head
Stoned but the Devil's inside yo' box

You wanted my shine, so I gave you ice
Then I gave you a second chance and you played me twice
Couldn't be a real homeboy to save yo' life
I shoulda took Dr. Dre's advice

I only *** wit'chu on two occasions
When I'm drunk, when I'm ***
I would be broke if I would be with you
That is why it's fo' one night, one night

Black Wall Street fo' life
I only *** with you on two occasions
When I'm outta my mind or when I'm ***
I only *** with you

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My Block - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: My Block
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Osten Harvey, Francisco Pimentel, Ray Coleman, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Damn, take a ride to my block
My block, that's right heh
[Incomprehensible] on my motherfuckin' block

They got a nigga sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears
'Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlyin' cause of my arrest, my life is stressed
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
For all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm gettin' worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us, ghetto bastards

What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire?
Life in the pen ain't for me, 'cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on a four five
My neighborhood ain't the same
'Cause all these little babies goin' crazy
And they sufferin' in the game and I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hope 'cause it don't stop on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

Now shits constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin' in hail, when will we prevail?
Fearin' jail but crack sales got me livin' well
And the system's suicidal with this thug's life
Stayin' strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, 'cause I'm starvin' can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies my life is hard
Can't sleep 'cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism 'cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from A.K's in the drive by
Swollen pride and homicide don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
'Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin' black life
But I can't blame the dealers

My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shits real, I know you feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin' out pickin' up game, sippin' cheap liquor
Gamin' the hooches, hopin' I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin' strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin' phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin' focus on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

And block parties in tha projects lastin' way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break night
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send 'em ends, but it's tough on a friend
In my mind I see the same motherfuckers ballin'
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growin' up in this world where everythin' is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes

Tryin' to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody knows my name
Swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin' pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game from my block
Thats right

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
Rest in peace to all the muh'fuckers who passed away
Every block is kinda mean
From all the blocks that I'm from
But on our block we still play

One twelve street, Seventh Avenue, New York, Uptown
Know what I'm sayin?
But on our block we still play
183rd and Walt, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play
122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play

Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play
In the jungle of Atlantic city, that's my block, that's right
But on our block we still play

Los Angeles, aha, that's my block too
But on our block we still play
Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure
But on our block we still play

And all the other blocks around this motherfucker
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all niggaz stay kickin' up dust
Representin' motherfuckin' block

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