Cradle To The Grave - Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

Title: Cradle To The Grave
Album: The Infamous
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid, watch your back
One time it's comin' always
They lock me up for twelve days
I can't comprehend
Now I'm a free man on the streets again
Chasin' St. Ide's down with some Seagrams gin
Life is like a dice game and I'm into win

On the scene
From the 41st side of Queens
We get the cream laid up
Love, love for dame
'Cause I mean what I mean
I'm out to claim King
Doin' my thing
Do wild stakes, my name'll reign

To all my people's locked down
Comin' back to life
In the world once again
Though ya bear with strife
While you was gone
He was goin' to war
And even more
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor

Kid, I swore
That our crew would live forever
I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again
Hold ya head and stay strong
Yo, got my mind
On a place to hide from police

Sweatin' dogs as I'm runnin' 'cross 12th street
Just as I approach the block
I spot a jake on the creep
Down by Vick's weed spot
Made a u-ey up the hill
Plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back
So I could warn my man

Ya had me stressin' [Incomprehensible]
Had my heart rapidly pumpin'
Niggas start a guttin'
Behind the bushes duckin'
My ears rung
I punch a clip into the guns
Got Rayde's in the arm
One slug hit my son

He was bleedin'
From the head
I couldn't believe it
We was defeated
If it was a case
I couldn't beat it
Felt like cryin'
The temperature's risin'

I saw my man
Helpless, damn
Near on the verge of dyin'
So to P, I passed the iron
Kid, you ain't lyin'
I went to stash the murder weapon
Plus I'm relyin'
On a door to be open

Goin' in the buildin'
It's a trap
Police buckin' at me
They try to twist my tongue back
Jetted up the staircase
To the third floor
Reached behind the sink
Throw the heater on the floor

Locked the door
Police grabbed me up
And tried to break my jaw
"So where's the gun we saw?
We know you was there
At the homicide scene
And if it wasn't you
Was somebody from ya team"

From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
Straight from the motherfuckin' cradle to the grave

Yo, it's the real drama kills
Nobody moves, stand still
Bottle you!
Drop that ass off in a land fill
Son, bless me with the iron
I got beef, with some nigga
From the other side
Over some weak shit

Load up the heaters
Greet 'em with the hollow tips
Flip 'em like the Gotti clip
My crew strictly body shift
The cradle to the grave
Is where I'll end up
Fuck gettin' sent up North
Son, I'm better

Doin' my dirt on a low
Fuckin' wit them mobbers
Like a crowd
No doubt you gonna blow
You never know
He didn't even have to go there
Unprepared now
He's six below

Y'know I'm chillin'
I gots no time for catchin' feelings
Get that money I wants
Some brothers wanna act funny
But it's all good
I still die for the hood
For my peoples, yeah
Knock on wood

Triple L rollin' dice
While I put you on
To the drama what I gotta say
Is short, not long
This nigga that I'm beginnin' to dislike
He got me fed
If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit
He might be dead

You know him well
And probably go way back
But I don't care if he's your man
Doin' shit like that
I hope the word gets back to him
'Cause I'll screw him
He shitted on my man
And we got plans to do him

Let's get it over with quick
I'm tired of waitin'
Ain't no fair overhead there
We just debatin'
On when and how
Later or right now
Spoke to Killa yesterday
He said to chill for a while

But it's hard acting
Like everythin' is alright
I get the chills
When I see that nigga in my sight
A dead man walkin'
Not only that, he's still talkin'
About what?
About how an' what he did very often

And you don't know
How much I fiend
To put his ass in a coffin
One day my man
And the next he's not
Didn't know him long
Anyway, so fuck it
It's funny how things change

From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
Straight from the motherfuckin' cradle to the grave

Word up man
Y'knowhatumsayin'?
We gonna die, it's for real, kid
No games bein' played

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Cradle To The Grave - Lyrics - Thug Life: Vol. 1 - 2pac

Title: Cradle To The Grave
Album: Thug Life: Vol. 1
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Walter Burns, Diron Rivers, Tyruss Gerald Himes, Tupac Shakur, Maurice Harding

Lyric:
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy

June 16, 1971, mama gave birth
To a hell raisin' heavenly son
See the doctor tried to smack me
But I smacked him back

My first words were
"Thug for life" and "Papa pass the Mac"
I'm bustin' on these mothafuckas ballin'
Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'

From out the window of my drop top
I got my glock cocked
Bustin' at niggas when will it stop?
Now tell me are you scared of the dark?

Can't close my eyes I see visions
And even with this thug livin', will I escape prison ?
Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance and if you slang

Better have your Nikes on 'cause when we fight
It's in the middle of the night with no lights on
Hey, there must be a God 'cause I feel lucky
Paranoid out my mind, this mothafucka's tryin' to rush me

Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'
Commin' out the court house all about my mail and bank
Never die, be a hustler mothafuckas and makin' thugs out you suckas
From the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave, since a little bitty child
I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild
Pop, pop, just like the part that's in my walk with street talk
Go runnin' up the block in the dark with less spark

Surveillance on a nigga every day
Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away
Now Mama always workin', tryin' to make ends meet
So now a young niggas bein' raised by the streets

And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, just me, my mama out here on our own
So I got two gatts, one black and one of chrome

Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine
It's all the fuck I got, so stop and walk a thin line
Young niggas be brave and keep on thuggin'
From the cradle to the grave, from the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say
I made it this far, many G's died hard
They know that got was their name here up on a wall
It's sad thinkin' about the times

Life goes on, I'm steady lost in this land
As the war zone I got no home
Don't have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely so I married my Nina

I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho
Never leave home with out my sugar
I'm hafta plug a nigga
Mama told me not to trust no punks

And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me
Since then I been known
Sometimes I think my own self stupid
'Cause I stay shootin' at marks
Get twisted up in police reports

Since the cradle, I've been ungrateful
My first toy was a gun
I got sprung and learn to love weapons

But now I'm through with money
And through with street fame
Somebody peeled my cap
And put me in my grave

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

March 18th, that rainy day, my mama gave birth
To a baby boy, trapped in hell on earth
From day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb
Daddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum

I tried to cope loc but my family's broke
And my pocket's short so now I gotta sling dope
In a game filled with pain, it's a fuckin' shame
The white man got a mothafucka slingin' cane

So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on
Always in the spot with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks
The shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops
I never flip flop, hear my glock cock thug till I drop

And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time
Sittin' on my bunk reminiscing about the good times
It's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt
But from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

Time's movin' fast, will I last another day?
So I pray and I lay with my A-K
Did I sell my soul as a young kid?
All the things I did wishin' someone held me
But they never did

I can't take it, will I make it to my older age?
Before I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage
Lord, help me, guide me, save me
'Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me crazy

Do or die, nigga, pull the trigger don't give a fuck
You'd rather be in jail than get your ass bucked
Nobody cares, it's me against the world
Keepin' murder on my mind and my Tech-9

I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high then my mission is a walk-by
You'd better jet when I hit your set 'cause I'm commin'
Start runnin', yellin', "Evil mind", as I'm gunnin'

One in the chamber for the anger that I build inside
For the mothers that cried, for my homies that died
The beginning is an ending, am I just a slave
So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

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Dirt On The Grave - Lyrics - Mafia - Black Label Society

Title: Dirt On The Grave
Album: Mafia
Artist: Black Label Society
Composer(s): Zakk Wylde

Lyric:
Ashes fly, ashes burn
The sun is black, ain't no return
Ashes fly, ashes burn
Over and over, ain't no need to learn

It's all dust on dust, it's all you and me
Outdone completely, outplayed
Just shovel some more dirt on the grave

The choices you make and the choices that are
When Hell is so close and Heaven so far
Ashes fly, ashes burn
Over and over, ain't no need to learn

It's all dust on dust, it's all you and me
Outdone completely, outplayed
Just shovel some more dirt on the grave

It's all dust on dust, it's all you and me
Outdone completely, outplayed
Just shovel some more dirt on the grave

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World Wide Mob Figgaz - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: World Wide Mob Figgaz
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tyruss Himes, Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur, James Andrew Reigart, Malcolm Greenidge, Mutah Beale, Rufus Cooper

Lyric:
Uhh, world wide mob figgaz
World wide mob figgaz
(O U T L A W Z)
World wide mob figgaz
(For real, for real)
World wide mob figgaz
(Check game little young punks)
World wide mob figgaz
(All you niggaz is jealous cats)

What? Uh, uh
Put your hands up, rich niggaz throw the grands up
And what?
I got a plot to get what's mine in the nine-nine
It's my time mother fucker try to stop me busting nine-nines
Wild ridahs all I see when I open up
Baby girl fucking you now, before I blow up
You know what?
I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw
In the closet like a ridah type of whore by the shore

Not sure, of who to trick on but I'm collectin' these vicks
When I put the dick on her
O U T L A W Z
Fucking with a nigga living destructively
Pump and pee Tuckin' T's up in ?
When I jump on I'm trying to handle my business full grown
Just soft niggaz, it's getting crazy after dark
Where the real thug niggaz see ya are?
We world wide mob figgaz

We got niggaz on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

Nigga duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin'
Shouldn't start your gun if you ain't kill nuttin'
Now you gotta face the death man got flow heavily armed
Outlawz did that, heavily gone
So we ride with what's left us, the best of us
Plus we wake up with our tech on us
We test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street
Obey the rules of the ones who want beef we'll eat
Y'all niggaz weak in a motherfuckin' way it's so pitiful
I'll leave you mother fuckers critical

We heard the slick shit you said on fucking too short tape
But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave
That's what you brave niggaz get for fucking with this
You had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed
Just switched to fake
Napoleon be the mother fucker last nigga with the gat to break
The last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got
Fuckin' with niggaz that give a damn about hip-hop
This how it go in our family
Busting outlawz shit is what we stand for gradually
We world wide mob figgaz

We got niggaz on the front line living it up
(World wide mother fucking mob figgaz)
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
(Weed smoking, gun toting, drinking)
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang
(Riding on our mother fucking enemies)

We got homies on the front line living it up
(Y'all know how we do it)
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
(A world wide mob figure)
Ain't nothing but a thug thang

I be the Young N O to the B L E
Last name O U T L A W Z
M A R was for starters, flee the whole cartridge
Your lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage
It's hitting donuts in a six
Sip Coronas when we bendin' the corner, brothers hit
Urban legend, dirty third still reppin'
Still double-S to bum rush your session

I get as dirty as birt, you just a nigga in a skirt
Drinkin' Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt
Sprint to the church that you got comin'
Outlawz on the ride picture God runnin'
Ain't nuttin' but a thug thang, bust your brains
Pac passed the rock so we tucked the game
Under our belt, we huntin' the wealth, you fuckin' yourself off
Don't you know not to go against the Outlawz

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang

Hey watch out man, look out
Known for doin' scandalous deeds, no handlin' me
Hypnotic to drugs it's the straight thug nigga in me
I swoop down and 'cause havoc
My rapid delivery, is automatic lettin' niggaz have it
I've been labeled as a thug nigga
Since they don't sell my shit to white folks
Ship it to the drug dealers

And catch a catch a nigga world wide
A fuckin' mob figga West coast, who-ride
When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger

But we ain't sell our souls
Bustin' on my enemies, murder my foes
At my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action
Now get to clappin' to my cuts, a world wide mob figga

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang

Hey yo, get that mother fucker right there
Hey yo, K, pull out man, that mother fucker and blast
Yo Mo, get over there, get over there
Hey yo Malc, get
Bustin' them mother fuckers
Hey bust on them, bust on that nigga
Hey yo Yak, c'mon, Fatal, lets get the fuck outta here
Fuck them niggaz
West Coast nigga, West Coast

World wide mother fucking mob figgaz nigga
We thug life
Nigga know what time it is
Get the fuck out of here
Any day, any day nigga, come on
Hey come the fuck on
We out nigga, westside!
Outlaw ridahs biatch!

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Killing Fields - Lyrics - Mo Thugs

Title: Killing Fields
Artist: Mo Thugs
Composer(s): Paul O'Neal, Aaran Baldwin, Actavius Mills, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Never will another try to play
On another killin' day
So, if you want to come around our way
You know C-Town's where slayers play

Wonder what they gonna say
When I raise from the grave on the last day
And it ain't no more pray
I done sat and watched away

And how you slay like it was no thang
A natural killa, the way you made
Separate with the double blade
Just a little insane games you play

Had to beat 'em for the demons
Judge revealed 'em, then scripted ya
Spend your life in the pen
Having visions of revenge on a darker nigga livin' within you

Shoulda never sold your soul
Want to pull 44 bullet holes
On the surface of your dome
And your never going home
Done slip, became a victim of that chrome

Got the gauge for the murderous trip
Where them Cleveland niggas strayed on the click
Clair soldiers starved for days in the land
Where the gangsta niggas roll,on

The dark side, snatchin' souls, them soldiers thumpin'
Dumpin' slugs in the body pumpin' up blood, in a puddle of blood
Hell's up under that mud they I know I'm gonna pull it
My sawed off draws them bullets

I'm being pressured by these niggas up
On me before the twelve jumped from
My gun, but when the buckshots come
Momma's son a bloody murderer must be the evil one

Mobbin' deep, like a com full of trucks
If you get stuck, you outta luck, can't duck
Can't run from the cuts
Ah fuck, better grab them nuts

For the murderin', layin'
You can run from the rock
But the rock is gonna cry out
There's no hiding space

Nineteen thousand white gamma rays bomb the place
Blowin' off the face of men rippin' the skin
'Cause we are the soldiers of the world again and again, my friend
Punk-ass niggas can't stand us only 'cause they fear
To challenge us war

We be living so scandalous
Head the fuck out, they 'fraid they can't handle us
Killa feelings and vandalous

Even when you creep so deep, shifters got you by six feet
'Cause we see when you creep so deep
Mo Thug plays for keeps
Dark days you see

Creepin' the stroll but kill, try takin' the soldiers
Oh no, caught livin' them criminal ways in the last days
Wantin' them bodies to rot, drop into eternal flames
What a [unverified] went blaze

You desire to be killed
Here to reveal the devil's appeal to the world of madness
No gladness, leavin' a nigga insane
They came up out of them heavens

Oh, I'm quick in ways illegal
Became a casualty at war, pump was unleashin'
Slugs, blood came leakin' from your gut
Let the gun be the judge

Well, then in that case it's murder
For the night fall down Clair town
Rounds connect with the target
Hit the ground

Ain't no chances of survival when the killin' field
Gauges be blazin', ninas with infrared lasers
Set the weeds afire, we them killas for hire
We kill 'em for scratch some niggas gonna die

Tombstone got the high tec shit let's split
Got at the enemy racin', facin'
Caught up in the wrath of the red eye
Red water, cold bloody murder chasin'

If it's up to the shift, you know we'll chill
Here comes the rivals straight for the kill
Best believe they come to flex them skills
Gotta get in they ass for real

I don't give a fuck about your feelings
I'm down for the peelin', I'm down for the strippin'
I got to be ready for the body dippin' down to the earth
Done seen so many niggas turn to dirt

And the [unverified] that we play this game for keeps
'Cause this shit hurt don't mean to leave mom's in prayer
When in the midst of the Clair slayer
Turnin' the nigga on the need for prayer

When the bomb gonna drop x-rays
Everybody gonna fade it's the killin' day
Never will another try to play on another killin' day
So if you want to come around our way
You know C-Town's where slayers play

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N-Bone - Crazy By The Flesh - Lyrics - Flesh

Title: N-Bone - Crazy By The Flesh
Artist: Flesh
Composer(s): David Weldon, Stanley Howse

Lyric:
Made by the, ah, Flesh
(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh)
(The Flesh, the Flesh)

Slowly, slowly, seep inside you, open up wide
Deep in your mental, Flesh'll get you mesmerized
Must I force you to realize eyes, they crazy by the Flesh
And it be test or tried, even if they
(Gonna fight)

And the Afta Maff, when I'm on, go on home
It ain't shit, thought you knew me 'til I made it know
Nothin' to pick up the gauge, explosion, blown
Contend with the fifth dog
Never could anyone check how I'm servin' for the C L E

Get took to the streets and the thugsta down on the St. Clair
Hit up ya S C T, when I'm hangin', swangin' with the G's
Give each other peace, pass around my fifth of rum
Everybody talkin' shit and steady reminiscin' on back in the days

How we used to roll bankroll fold
Nigga makin' his money, daily double
It's the reason why you're countin' stacks

If a psycho [unverified], gonna break lose
Nigga test and come rippin' through the tracks
They packin' a gat and you're not just in case of a jack
If you didn't you done, snatched

In a little while no daylight, won't be fun
No wonder if you slippin', you hung
Some run, tryin' to get away
Say can't escape from a thugsta trailer
So many victims, had to leave 'em, for yellin'
(Smellin')

I kill 'em and hop in the smug
Start bailin' back on the strip by twelve
Might as well, set up shop 'til them coppers come up
Tryin' to raid off my organization, runnin' shit all through the nation
Just thought he would straight up try to set up the mission that me on

Made by the, ah, Flesh
(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh)
(The Flesh, the Flesh)

Hold still, bitch, if you slippin'
You bet he's gon' chalkin' 'til the reaper stalkin'
Sneak up, caught a nigga flossin'
Drop the money, jewels, keys [unverified] please

Be and you all tossed in a coffin
Takin' a loss and I'm the [unverified] me often
Never needin' more time, wastin'
Makin' good in it for the love of mo' money, man

Bang no' brains, take it you should've listened to us
Down up for my thang, insane through the Flesh reign
And niggas ain't up on my level
Devil took the niggas that battered me, stayed in the grave
Gravedigger be snatch my shovel and all the dirt, it ain't no worse

And I curse only person they done with the click so murda no' hurt
Niggas comin' gunnin', [unverified] bullets all
To spit your shit, quick, your slain
Bang, muthafuckas on top of the hits

We done hittin' 'em for hire, gettin' the job done right every time
Some nigga want to get his contract expired
Never get tried of buckin', niggas keep on testin'
They killed and really makin' my day
Clench with an A.K., baby, don't play
Wanna fuck with my pay? I gotta go blow his ass away

He tried to fade me, that niggas No.1 flip artist,
One of the hardest thugs in the land
Bringin' you the shit if you lookin' to start it
And I'm a finish any problem, solve it
If you gonna cause it, you'll be taken care of
And I know that you're scared
That my niggas'll hunt you down 'round, ready, 'round

Made by the, ah, Flesh
(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh)
(The Flesh, the Flesh)

Better clear up the way up, my warpath
Now the madman done blasted up out of the cycle war
So they labeled me 5150 , you wanna fuck with me?
Better pray to my Lord, I'm gonna tortune, body run, scorch

Not one of my enemies gonna survive
Died in the holocaust, caught in destruction
Buck 'em all, fried alive, takin' my time
Lookin' 'til I find and hide away sneak attack on after midnight

Gettin' high, wait until the clock strikes sound
Never no light in sight, get 'em up and lie down
Niggas runnin' up quick and so bring the soldiers
Then I'm a take 'em into the darkness
[Unverified], leave alone when they roll hime in the heartless

It's wicked by farthest, fuck with it
We are Mo Thugs, packin' two glocks for the war
And it's on with mighty, mighty, warrior soldiers
No love for the bustas, keep in playa hatin'

Study, then bite our style, always down with the army
We stand alone, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony takin' muthafuckas out
When they get too foul in the mouth
Check many niggas with a slug in they chest
The they lay in a puddle of blood
When they layin' to rest, that's for fuckin' with Flesh

Even if a nigga put on a vest, then I might aim for their dome
Gotta get 'em dead for sure
So don't try to play when the people get slayed away
Eternally Flesh here to let ya'll know

Made by the, ah, Flesh
(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh)
(The Flesh, the Flesh)

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If You Don'T Know - Lyrics - Killah Priest

Title: If You Don'T Know
Artist: Killah Priest
Composer(s): Russell Jones, Selwyn Bogard, Derek Harris, Walter Reed

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Lyric:
Killah Priest, King of Sodom
Landed on a sick canvas
Now I roam this dead planet
Head bandaged, insane
Preachin' God's commandment, feel me

I move through the dark rages and won't stop
Til we even, until you bleedin', until you stop breathin'
Givin' careers a severe beatin' for MCing, it's something
That I don't take lightly, how the fuck you ever invite me

To a duel, I drool before I break fool, then I drag MC's
Beat 'em down to they knees
Grab your necks and squeeze
Til there's no life left, they lifeless

Then micless, what a crisis
I give them a good night's rest
I break they biceps and triceps
Thighs and necks, breast area, is the best area

Before I bury ya, I make sure that you never
Ever, ever, ever, try that shit no more
KnowhatI'msayin'?
(Word is bond)

Your ambition, put you in that fucked up condition
Leave you with your own conviction, shit was not fiction
Now you in a state of non-fiction

Make you beg for mercy, if you ever approach me
I blow your head off, when I talk, chop off your arms
And bash your head in, you know where this shit is headin'
For a dead-end, stop your sweatin'
Like Otis Reading, got your pants wettin'

Snuck up on you at your wedding
At your honeymoon, turn that shit
Into doom, turn your rap cass-ettes
Into your fucking caskets, you goddamn bastards
Lyrics I mastered, rhymes burns like acid

I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye
Debut not told to crawl, so walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
Do good to you mind, your question to your why?

The wing to your fly, bone to your high
The Dirt Dog, I be the God, the tear to your cry
I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's
My place to birth strong, gave me the eye

The fatal brave to grave, the ceremonies
From religious cults, half man and half goat
Tomorrow hopes, based on the horoscopes
We followed goats, our nose and hella smoke

Fire breathin' dragons, I rubbed the gold lantern
To the see the future, through the crystal ball
The triple walls of fisher wants to miss the fall

Offence, see the coffin
Often I fell at the doorstop coughin'
I heard the pipe organ
(Cough)
Saw some men of a white origin

I saw Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan, and George Bush
Barefoot, sucking from the titties of a wolf
Upon the brazen altar, six men
Offer they only daughter splashin' holy water

I ran for the, camcorders, now I'm plagued with curses
I roam the Earth's surface, snatchin' purses
Allergic to catholic churches, what's the purpose
Religious worship, is worthless

I visit ancient sanctuaries, where the saints were married
But now they buried 'cause of Satan's fury, I faced the jury
Held in court, like Christ nailed to a cross
Confront my knowledge, like Christ in front of Pontius Pilate
Days of violent, standing in a haunted palace
The government wants my wallet

I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye
Debut not told to crawl, so walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
Do good to you mind, your question to your why?

The wing to your fly, bone to your high
The Dirt Dog, I be the God, the tear to your cry
I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's
My place to birth strong, gave me the eye

I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye
Debut not told to crawl, so walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
Do good to you mind, your question to your why?

The wing to your fly, bone to your high
The Dirt Dog, I be the God, the tear to your cry
I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's
My place to birth strong, gave me the eye

If you don't know, now you know
Killah Priest, now you know

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100 Miles And Runnin' - Lyrics - Nwa

Title: 100 Miles And Runnin'
Artist: Nwa
Composer(s): George Clinton, L Dozier, B Holland, E Jr Holland, G Hutchinson, L Patterson, E Wright, A Young

Lyric:
You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?
We haven't spotted them yet
But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity

A 100 miles and runnin', MC Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a motherf*** and it's done in
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a ***

Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood
And gettin' jacked by the 'You-know-who'
When in a black and white, the capacity is two

We're not alone, we're 3 more brothers, I mean street brothers
Now wearin' my dyes 'cause I'm not stupid, motherf***
They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past
Point blank, they can kiss my black ass

I didn't stutter when I said 'F*** Tha Police'
'Cause it's hard for a n*** to get peace
Now it's broken and can't be fixed
'Cause police and little black n*** don't mix so

Now I'm creepin' through the fall
Runnin' like a team, well, see, I might have slayed y'all
So for now pack the gun and hold it in the air
'Cause MC Ren has a 100 miles of runnin'

Into this news, four fugitives are on the run
FBI sources tell us that the four are headed
100 miles to their homebase, Compton
Lend me a motherf*** ear so I can tell you why

Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the homebase
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced
The road ahead goes on and on
The s*** is gettin' longer than the motherf*** marathon

Runnin' on but never runnin' out
Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out
Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do
But nobody's pickin' up a N*** Witta Attitude

Confused, yo but Dre's a n*** with nuthin' to lose
One of the few who's been accused and abused
Of the crime of poisonin' young minds
But you don't know s*** 'til you been in my shoes

And Dre is back from the C P T
Droppin' some s*** that's D O P E
So f*** the P O L I C E
And any motherf*** that disagrees

Stuck and runnin' hard, haulin' ass
'Cause I'm a n*** known for havin' a notorious past
My mind was slick, my temper was too quick
Now the FBI's all over my d***

Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock
That's when the E jumped off the startin' block
A 100 miles from home and yo, it's a long stretch
A little sprintin' motherf*** that they won't catch

Yeah, back to Compton again
Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen
'Cause n*** been runnin' since beginnin' of time
Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my motherf*** mind

Runnin' like I just don't care
Compton's 50 miles but yo, I'ma get there
Archin' my back and on a straight rough
Just like Carl Lewis, I'm ballin' the f*** out

From city to city, I'm a menace as I pass by
Rippin' up s*** just so you can remember
I'm a straight up n*** that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo' ass, a 100 miles and runnin'

This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton
You're almost there but the FBI has a little message for you
Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide
Good luck, brothers

Runnin' like a n*** I hate to lose
Show me on the news but I hate to be abused
I know it was a set up, so now I'm gonna get up
Even if the FBI wants me to shut up

But I've got 10,000 n*** strong
They got everybody singin' my 'F*** Tha Police' song
And while they treat my group like dirt
Their whole f*** family is wearin' our T-shirts

So I'ma run 'til I can't run no more
'Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score
I got a urge to kick down doors
At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls

Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny motherf*** are ridin'
Started with five and yo, one couldn't take it
So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it

The number's even, now I'm leavin'
We're never gettin' took by a b*** with a weave in
Her and the troops are right behind me
But they're so f*** stupid, they'll never find me

One more mile to go through the dark streets
Runnin' like a motherf*** on my own two feet
But you know I never stumble or lag last
I'm almost home, so I better haul ass

Tearin' up everything in sight
It's a little crazy motherf*** dodging the searchlight
Now that chase, the s*** is done and
Four motherf*** goin' crazy with a 100 miles of runnin'

Stop, stop, stop, stop
Surprise, n***

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Got My Mind Made Up - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: Got My Mind Made Up
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
You find an MC like me who's strong
Leavin' motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those

Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain
And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain
Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star
Finally realizing who the fuck we are

When I penetrate, it's been withstandin' faded
Would it be the greatest MC of all time
When I created rhyme for the simple fact
When I attack I crush your pride
My intention to ride, every time all night

I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
Breakin' in gas with the six-eight all day
In and out with my pay, I'm soon to count the bodies

So mandatory, my elevation, my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin'
We must be based on nothin' better than communication
Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations

Sorry, I left that ass waitin'
No more procrastination give up to fate and get that ass shakin'
I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic
Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt

You swear the bitch was planted, my lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in control? I'm acvtivatin' yo souls
You know, the way the games get controlled

Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote
Takin' off my coat, clearing my throat

I got my mind made up, come on
Get in, get in too
Let it ride, tonight's tha night
I got my mind made up, come on
Get in, get in too
Let it ride, tonight's tha night

Well, I comes through with Tupac
Of the bomb prophylaxes for protection
So my fuckin' sac won't collapse
'Cause nowadays, shit's evading the X-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave

I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MCs
Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electrifying like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch

I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin' Bombay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmy
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine

There's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin'
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin'
Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain
Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin'

Why is that? 'Cuz smilin' faces deceive
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under siege and I'm Jason Vorhees

In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall

Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps

As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, stickin' up [Incomprehensible] wit German [Incomprehensible]

The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this message don't touch tha dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket, blaow

Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan
Half of my Clan's three deep felons
Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point like icicles

Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical
All up in your motherfuckin' mouth
Head banger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me

Better take one and pass or that's that ass
Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin' tha criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards
Let's face it, there's no replacement
Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with

Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splited
Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted
I got connects like Federal Express
To get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch

Got the clear spot from tha rear block
To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men, I fear not
Hold ya nose and blow out 'til ya ears pop
Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot

With, this underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst
Then proceeds like keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's

Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned my escape in case Jake or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushin' the hearse in the first place

Confidence for you shaky ass folks
Pump for Rockefeller for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly

And I'm out for nine nickel
INS tha rebels
West, list this, this, this

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I'M A Mobsta - Lyrics - Untold Story Volume II - Game

Title: I'M A Mobsta
Album: Untold Story Volume II
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Marcelle Tom, Jayceon Terrell Taylor

Lyric:
Yeah! What is it? It's Young Menace and the Game
Stackin' chips, G-Unit, doublin' down on who?
Sacramenton's finest from Sac-Town to Compton, you dig?

Yo, yo, now ain't no tellin' what the Game'll do, listen dawg
I blow the guts out the dutch and do the same to you
And just to get shit crackin', I drop the toaster
Grab the Louis, go Sammy Sosa

And you ain't gotta know me to know that
I hop out a new pink Rolls
With the fifty-two, Pete Rose throwback
Haze in my eyes, listen to Bobby Womack
On the same corner where Eazy-E sold Coke at

And dawg, I'ma test your education
What do I mean when I say I move more birds than migration?
I'm the nigga that'll smoke the purple, get high as a kite
Down half the Goose then choke your workers

Don't make me put two in your shirt, dawg, I put in the work
Then move bags like Doony & Bert
And stuff work in the GMC 'cause on my block
I'm the King of Rock like Run-DMC, nigga

I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper
That'll pop ya and put one through ya motherfuckin' collar
I'm a mobster, Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner
If ya fuck with my dollars, I'll make you swallow my daughters

I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist
Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face
I'm a mobster, I'm a mobster

I got a lot to say
Dawg, I gotta get paid that's why I rock the lle'
And chop the lle' to push bricks through your block a day
I'll bring terror to your squad and make you rock away

Don't depend on tomorrow, you can get shot today
I'll spit acid on your turf and watch your block decay
Dawg, I spit on your grave and fertilize you too
I hit 'em hard with 16 bars, flames and fumes

Somebody needs to push your infant rap back in the womb
Go 'head and keep talkin' that shit and get your life consumed
I put a hole in your chest, dawg, the size of the moon
Yeah, you musta been talkin' how'd you get out that soon?

I got a chop that'll touch yo' head like Vidal Sassoon
You don't wanna see my platoon, I got gorillas and baboons
That won't hesitate, they gon' do what they have to
When there's beef on the streets, it's on for life like tattoos

I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper
That'll pop ya and put one through ya motherfuckin' collar
I'm a mobster, Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner
If ya fuck with my dollars, I'll make you swallow my daughters

I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist
Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face
I'm a mobster, I'm a mobster

It don't matter what season, don't matter not a day
I move traffic through the city, plus, I keep the right of way
I'm on point like Bibby, I'm the leader of the team, mayne
Got the whole city amped just like a Lakers versus Kings game

Everybody's fired up, I drop major packages
I'm never doin' bids because my game is so immaculate
The bitch try to snitch, "I can't deny it" like Fabolous
Before the evidence gatherin', someone's in an ambulance

Now, that'll learn you to keep your big mouth shut
Those with big mouths, I got the perfect size nuts
Yeah, I do my dirt but I wash my hands thoroughly
Handle my business first so I can celebrate early

It's business before pleasure, my business brings me pleasure
It feels good to be able to shine in any type of weather
That's why I do what I gotta do so my money's lookin' tight
Whether I'm jukin' on the block or have bitches hookin' lights y'know?

I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper
That'll pop ya and put one through ya motherfuckin' collar
I'm a mobster, Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner
If ya fuck with my dollars, I'll make you swallow my daughters

I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist
Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face
I'm a mobster, I'm a mobster

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Cool - Lyrics - Food & Liquor - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Cool
Album: Food & Liquor
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Wasalu Jaco, Dexter Wansel, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, the Kool, turn me up, yeah

He came back in the same suit that he was buried in
Similar to the one his grandfather was married in
Yes, he was still fresh to death
Bling, two earrings, a chain layin' on his chest

He still had it 'cause they couldn't find it
And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it
Smelled the Hennessey from when his niggaz got reminded
And poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it

But he couldn't sip it fast enough
So the liquor was just fillin' the casket up
Floatin' down by his feet was the letter from his sister
Second grade handwritin' simply read 'I miss ya'

Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture
Right next to it, one of his mans stuck a swisher
He had a notion as he laid there soakin'
He saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open and he

This life goes passin' you by
It might go fast if you like
You born, you lived and you die
If life goes passin' you by, don't cry
If you're breakin' the rules, makin' your moves
Payin' your dues, chasin' the cool

Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface
Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with
He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it
And when he couldn't dirt-spit, he swallowed it

Workin' like a reverse Archaeologist
Except, his buried treasure was sunshine
So when some shine through a hole that he had drove
It reflected off the gold and almost made some blind

He grabbed onto some grass and climbed
Pulled himself up out of his own grave and looked at the time
On the watch that had stopped 6 months after the shots
That'd got him in the box, wringin' Henny out his socks

Figured it was hours because he wasn't older
Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulder
So with a right hand that was all bones
And with no reason to stay he decided to walk home, so he

This life goes passin' you by
It might go fast if you like
You born, you lived and you die
If life goes passin' you by, don't cry
If you're breakin' the rules, makin' your moves
Payin' your dues, chasin' the cool

He begged for some change to get him on the train
"Damn, that nigga stank", is what they complained
Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flames
Caught the reflection in the window of what he became

A long look, wasn't shook, wasn't ashamed
Matter of fact, only thing on his brain was brains
Yeah and gettin' back in his lane, doin' his thang
First he had to find something to slang

Next stop was his block, it had the same cops
Walked right past the same spot where he was shot
Shocked that some little niggaz tried to sell him rocks
It just felt weird, bein' on the opposite

They figured that he wasn't from there, so they pulled out
And robbed him with the same gun they shot him with
Put it to his head and said, "You're scared, ain'tcha?"
He said, "Hustler for death, no Heaven for a gangsta", and

This life goes passin' you by
It might go fast if you like
You born, you lived and you die
If life goes passin' you by, don't cry
If you're breakin' the rules, makin' your moves
Payin' your dues, chasin' the cool

Yeah, cool

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You'Re The Good Things - Lyrics - Everywhere And His Nasty Parlour Tricks - Modest Mouse

Title: You'Re The Good Things
Album: Everywhere And His Nasty Parlour Tricks
Artist: Modest Mouse
Composer(s): Eric Judy, Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green

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Lyric:
You were right I'm hangin' 'round because
Slight of hand won't separate us from them
You were right I'm underground because
Slight of hand won't separate
Your body from the dirt you're standing on today

You're the good things, yeah that's you, yeah that's you, yeah
You're the icing on the cake on the table at my wake
You're the extra ton of cash on my sinking life raft
You're the loud sound of fun when I'm trying to sleep
You're the flowers on my table when my allergies come out
You're the good things, you're the good things, you're the good things

You were right I'm hangin' 'round because
Slight of hand won't separate us from them
You were right I'm underground because
Slight of hand won't separate
Your body from the dirt you're standing on today

And help's not short
When you're diggin' your grave
And help's not short, short
I'll help you dig it

And help's not short
When you're diggin' your grave
And help's not short, short, short
I'll help you dig it

And help's not short
When you're diggin' your grave
And help's not short, short
I'll help you dig it

And help's not short
When you're diggin' your grave
And help's not short, short

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My Life - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: My Life
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Lamont Dozier, Deja Everett, Brian Holland, Edward Holland, Keith Murray

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Lyric:
I'ma take you back to day one, livin' in this New York slum
It's deaf to the dumb, only break bread with some
Moms left at 15, had no American dreams
To this day, I'm sellin' to my cousin who's a fiend

No one to guide me but my older brother
Little did we know the dirt we did fell back on my mother
But didn't care back then, that's why she left like that
Now my parents became the street and it's best like that

Some nights I pray to God and ask Him to pull my cord
'Cuz times is hard like the [Incomprehensible] street'll leave you scarred
Street wise with no respect for authority and shit
A chronic hustler of crack, a typical bitch

Raised by Madu, who strung out on a glass dick
But every now and then I blessed her with a hit
So she don't have to trick, it's prevalent amongst kids today
Hustle krills, stack dough and every thing's okay

It's the emancipation proclamation
Under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation
It's the emancipation proclamation
Under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation

My life in this world wasn't about diamonds and pearls
It was rough growin' up around the boys and girls
After Daddy left, shit was a mess, Momma stressed
But I give her an award, 'cuz damn, she tried her best

Holdin' down the household, barely had money to fold
Christmas time, cherished our little shit like gold
I can't front, Daddy was still if, we cared for me
But him and Mommy breakin' up was like a nightmare to me

Yo, this is for the younger fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
Success is nothin' if it ain't influential to others
We gotta make the best out of this terrible situation
If not for us, for the younger generation

We gotta break the chain and deal with the pain
For all our people that was slayed in vain
For all our peoples that was falsely framed
For all our peoples that's livin' the name

It's the emancipation proclamation
Under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation
It's the emancipation proclamation
Under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation

Let me show, I gotta love L.O.D., they put me under the wing
And then I teamed up with the most beautiful thing
In the world, 'cuz L.O.D. we all, we got
I'ma fans and my mans keep it like it or not

I know it hurts, havin' to do everyday dirt
Police all over my back, feel like bustin' them jerks
When I'm on my road to the riches, I stay away from snitches
And them bitches and keep my mind on business

Life was tough so I became aggressive like a pit
The only time I felt relaxed was when the blunt was lit
Thinkin' me and my team can be tight like the Gambino
Muscle in the hustle scene, respected like Nino

It gets deeper than the words of Proverbs
New thoughts emerge as I cop the squat on the curb
Thinkin' the herb strengthen my brain like spinach
And heavy shine, flooded with ice might boost my self image

Stick 'em, my life is so real, it hurts
Like when I saw my pops bein' driven off in a hearse
Like when I saw my mother bein' driven off in a hearse
Like in school when the roach crawl out my shirt

Like on Thanksgiving when we got free food from the church
Back then it was DJ Red Alert and Kool Herc
Rockin' pinstripe Lee's and in Tigra shirts
Back then L.O.D. was puttin' in work

From the cradle to the grave
We all in the struggle, we gon' struggle, we gon' strive to stay alive
All my real people know what I'm talkin' about
Watch each other backs
Word up, my life is nothin' without my niggas, word up

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Somebody Said - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: Somebody Said
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
Somebody said, "Where's the music goin'?"
Somebody said, "It's gone"
Somebody said, "With this bad wind a blowin'
Will the music keep a rolling on?"

I had to ask myself why it is makin' me
A minstrel man from cradle to grave?
Should there be somewhere else it could be takin' me
As it rolls on over like a wave?

Somebody said, "We got to find the words
There got to be an answer there"
Somebody said that you never get heard
'Cause nobody really cares"

You know that you can dance when the waves begin
Stop thinkin' as you're sinkin' below
Or do you take this chance to sail on the wind
When so many in the water choose to row

Some may curse the crippled
Some try to hide the hurt
Some may hate the hungry
But who's dyin' down there in the dirt

Somebody said, "Has the man enlightened us?"
Somebody said, "Who knows"
And the little boys said, "Well, I may be frightened
But the emperor has got no clothes"

Passion dies but the beat goes on
The conductor got us singin' his song
He's been feedin' these lies that we've been feasting upon
But we've been at the banquet too long

Somebody said, "Where are the dreamers?"
Somebody said, "Dead"
Somebody said, "Here comes the holy rollers
Tryin' to sell us all the screamers instead"

Since we were once deceived when we received the call
Now the cynics are the prophets of the day
And now the weak ones greater as the strong ones fall
And the rest of us have nothing to say

Some suffer in silent sadness
Some come to worship pain
Some just welcome madness
Till you can't come in from the rain

Somebody said, "Where's the music goin'?"
Somebody said, "It's gone"
Somebody said, "With this bad wind a blowin'
Will the music keep a rolling on?"

Somebody said
Somebody said
Somebody said
...

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Tramp The Dirt Down - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Tramp The Dirt Down
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Declan Macmanus

Lyric:
I saw a newspaper picture
From the political campaign
A woman was kissin' a child
Who was obviously in pain

She spills with compassion
As that young child's face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed
And avarice coming down on that child's lips?

Well I hope I don't die too soon
I pray the Lord my soul to save
Yes, I'll be a good boy
I'm trying so hard to behave

Because there's one thing I know
I'd like to live long enough to savour

That's when they finally put you in the ground
I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When England was the whore of the world
Margaret was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear
As the black tarmacadam

Well I hope that she sleeps well at night
Isn't haunted by every tiny detail
'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
All she thought of was betrayal

And now the cynical ones
Say that it all ends the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father
Who just squeezed the life from his only son

And how it's only voices in your head
And dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference
Between justice and contempt

Try telling me she isn't angry
With this pitiful discontent
When they flaunt it in your face
As you line up for punishment

And then expect you to say "Thank you"
Straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because you've only got the symptoms
You haven't got the whole disease

Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can
Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides
Being blown to bits or beaten and maimed

Who takes all the glory and none of the shame

Well I hope you live long now
I pray the lord your soul to keep
I think I'll be going before
We fold our arms and start to weep

I never thought for a moment
That human life could be so cheap

'Cos when they finally put you in the ground
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down

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N-Noreaga - You Can'T Kill Me - Lyrics - The Reunion - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - You Can'T Kill Me
Album: The Reunion
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): Victor Santiago, K Holley, Damon Blackmon

Lyric:
We put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights servin'
It's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

We got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

Now what I stands for I rise for, my man's who I die for
Blows frontline in the war, despise law
I'm built to be guilty, filthy, dirty, rich
Niggaz wanna kill me 'fore I'm thirty-six

Stop my lifeline, I'm tryin' to hundred thousand dollar car
And ice mine, predicate felon, lifetime
Consecutive cases, no respect for racists, haters hate this
Hope to trade places, and piss where my grave is

I lay this down, I blaze this pound I'ma say this now
Fuck around and I'ma chastise, you ain't that wise, I'm out to capitalize
My cap size is nine milli, leave you slumpin' back in your ride
My hood sit on bloody acres, parallel to my maker

I squeeze vertical a fiend I'm servin' you
What dirt'll do to virginal niggaz, is get 'em kilt
Filled with hot lead, but not by the feds, who wanna see me dead?

You can't kill, me, we put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
You can't kill me, it's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

You can't kill me, we got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

I can't believe what I saw, through the eyes of the corner
I had warrants on each name, aliases in each state
I got caught, what the hell did I thought?
Turkey bacon or turkey ham, it's pork

It's the same thing, you should look how I walk
The gun make me lean to the left, I saw it and repped
Look for the moment to step, Mo-e' I'm wet
The judge know I caught a nigga and I beat him to death

But it's okay, I go jet ski in the Bay
Away from New York and go lay up in L.A.
I know intelligent niggaz that move dough
Leave out of the hood and lose all of they shit

Well, I don't lose nuttin', I learned how to mix with other cultures
Other vultures, niggaz know I leave my path
Kneeds the math, it's good like the Haitian hash
It's amazin', you know my nigga Maze won't crash, it go

You can't kill, me, we put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
You can't kill me, it's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

You can't kill me, we got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

As long as blood in my vein flows, niggaz gon' hate
Wish on my death date, give my description, to the plain clothes
Rely on my fate, remain cold
Like lost souls to the crossroads, guns I been bought those

I'm a legend, only if Lord knows
You can't kill me and place me in Potter's Field
Y'all niggaz not as real
I predict that I'ma die squeezin', thug it through the five seasons

I place my trust in the heat, my higher bein'
You cannot kill me or have me leanin' slumped on a project gate
With one in my stomach, barely breathin'
My mom's grievin', my wife cryin', my kid's a bastard

I bust iron, fuck livin' or dyin'
Fools who work out get tight caskets
Niggaz who merk out when I spray crash kid
That's the way that I'm on it

You can't kill, me, we put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
You can't kill me, it's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

You can't kill me, we got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

You can't kill, me, we put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
You can't kill me, it's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

You can't kill me, we got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

You can't kill, me, we put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
You can't kill me, it's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

You can't kill me, we got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

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