We Some Dogs - Lyrics - Method Man

Title: We Some Dogs
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Mike Chavarria, Denaun M Porter, Reggie Noble, Clifford M Smith

Lyric:
If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

By any means necessary, it's on
Bitch, your fucking with a dog
All I wanna do is bury some bones
Take a piss on a tree and I'm gone
Girlfriend don't get it wrong
I hate to be the one to shit on your lawn
But I ain't got my dog license, I ain't nothing nice
And I ain't never met a piece of pussy I ain't liking

Sugar and spicing, kicked up with ice
You can do anything with these hoes except housewife 'em
Like Snoop said "it ain't nothing but a G thing"
Got a bitch in my bed in nothing but a G string,
So peep game, who the lucky female to taste these?
Snips and snails and puppy dog tails, huh?
You're messing with me, I'm messing with you
I'm a dog trick, I chase cats like Peppy La Pu, dead on shit
My life's like a Holiday Inn, if my girl's actin' up
Then I'm gonna fuck her friend, if I'm a what

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

I'm a dog motherfucker, I walk on all fours
Find where you live at, shit on your porch
Redman is hungry, don't leave the food out
I'm pumped like a Pamela Anderson boob job
Straight up bulldog, mixed with a Shitzu
'Cause I bullshit, party a little bit, swim with the sharks
You're bound to drown, my weed is like green and yours brown

The doctor the dog, from Cali to Georgia
When cats meow with nothing on top they halter
I don't have yes men that laugh when I laugh
Remember we all dogs, we can kiss our own ass
Like a golden retriever, retrieving the chronic
The do nose nose bitch, no need to hide it
Redman a flirt, always get my nuts stuck to the porch
Like the dog in Joe Dirt

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

If I'm a dog, then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

Fish don't fry in the kitchen
Bitch don't climb, keep bitching
Beans don't burn on the grill
3, 4, 5 with the pimping
Hoes get your pimps permission
Now pay attention

The big D O, double to the G O
To the liquor store to crack a hoe and get some V O
And mix it with some Pena Colidino
Then slip it on the bitch and then I dip with all her C notes
Scandalous? Yep bitch, 'cause we know
Every pretty hoe always down to pull a D low
On me? No, so there won't be no
Shaking me down, breaking me down, here we go

You know I'm just oh so slick
The way you chew that bubble gum
The way you sucking the dick
And I can tell, that you a freak
I wanna stick some dick up in you, can I skeet, skeet?
You know why?

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

If I'm a dog then we some dogs
We all gonna chase cats, tell 'em dog
Girl don't waste that, swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs

Ha ha
Suck the dick up your [Incomprehensible] bitch
I'm a dog damn dag an' I'll deny it
I'm a dog till I die
Shit on your lawn

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Lac Dogs &Amp; Hogs - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Lac Dogs &Amp; Hogs
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Ronald Wilson, Vito Tisdale, V Tisdale, R Wilson, Kenneth Anthony, T Johnson, K Anthony, W Hughes, Troy Johnson, B Scott, Brian Scott, Melvin Adams

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Lyric:
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

Skinny talkin' 'bout that wood with that custom leather, bangin' down I, 65
Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you think gon' keep it live?
It's Nappy bitch, what have to come
Pay attention, learn your lesson, yup
We them country folk with Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs

What you think that Nappy gon' be broke forever? Shit no
Hit the bank and cashin' in on old investments
What, you ain't know about them country fried sessions?
Does that Likwit hit in '97, answer all yo' questions?
Kentucky's on the map now

Who you think done gave directions?
From the top and back down, we rep the country to perfection
Don't it look so slum with 55 from New York down to Texas?
Hella poor straight from the South and haters must respect this

(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

(Let me tell you about it)
When I first got my baby she could barely start
A-hand-me-down from a real O G, all day she stayed in park
Almost never did she drive, born in 1979
And she weighed about a ton, big ol' body built to run

First thing I done, hauled her over, had her hummin' G notes
Underneath her hood, hundreds of horses powered her ego
Her government name was Coup Deville but I called her Miss Piggy
Top her with some [Incomprehensible]) and fit her for some twenties
(Twenties)

Playas hate that I be trickin' like she's all that I'm love with
So we took her to the edge and shoved it and still ball out on a budget
Dug in her guts, laced her up with leather and wood
Together it go good, us country boys forever stay hood

(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

You shove that shit that go bump bump bump bump and ya
Shake the lock off her mothe'fucker trunk, when ya
Hit the block make her mothe'fucker jump
Roll your window down, stop, look like somethin' like a pimp

Roll that window back up, and show 'em they reflection
And their ultra fade then chop on that suck like Wesley's blade
Escalade D.T.S., switch it up, keep them haters on they toes
Red rolls, fleet wood hoes

Can't believe it, when they see them twenty fo's, believe it
My ham and cheese the freshest
Now what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I give you three guesses

(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

You feel the wind, don't ya?
You hear the tires squallin'
Kentucky, Colorado, Boston down to New Orleans
Big bodies get it done, Dodge Ram preferably
'Cause they do run run, they do run run

Black magic, lookin' better then Wesson fryin' a pan of fish
Gangsta leanin' like they do in Los Angeles
(That's gangsta)
Adjective, describin' what I'm rollin' in
Them country fellas ain't gon' stop it, we on the road again

Goddamn, yes I am, the thriller with the skrilla
Got plans, Pac fan strictly for my niggaz
Stop starin', we not playin'', armor color kryptonite
Rims nice but thank God our dreams came to life

Fast roller, cash swoll up, the mind mold up, the crowd hold us
Soldiers quick to throw they rags when I roll up
Dimes is quarters, sell liquor, my rhymes is colder
Prophet never look this fine since I grinded Cola
Roll up

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Those Dogs - Lyrics - Masterpiece Theatre - En Vogue

Title: Those Dogs
Album: Masterpiece Theatre
Artist: En Vogue
Composer(s): Densil Foster, Thomas Mcelroy, Tony Woods, Cindy Herron, Robert Page, Michelle Woods, Terry Ellis, Maxine Jones

Lyric:
I'm not much in to dogs
And they're not in to me
That's my history, I can't change it now
'Cuz those dogs are still on the prowl

Dogs are puppies that grow up wild
And they don't do what you want them to
And treat you nice just to get a prize
And once they get it then they're through with you

Get your digits to call you back
You never hear from them again that's wack
He tells you, you're the only one that's phat
Then hits your friend up behind your back

Dogs are puppies that grow up wild
(Those dogs)
And they don't do what you want them to
(Those dogs)
Treat you nice just to get a prize
(Those dogs)
And once they get it then they're through with you
(Those dogs)

He asked you out to see a show
And lost his wallet, how he doesn't know
He asked you if, you'd pay the bill
He'll pay you back, oh yeah, I bet he will
(I bet he will)

I bet he won't
He'll probably use it for a bag of smoke
(A bag of smoke)
You know the kind that makes you tipsy
Like a bottle of wine

They like to bite, they like to fight
(Those dogs)
They like to howl at every girl in site
(Those dogs)
They like to beg, they like to whine
(Those dogs)
They like to smell at every stray behind
(Those dogs)

A stray behind, you know the kind
They're big and round and they're easy to find
Easy to find, they are for dogs
'Cuz for a dog's life it's a world of fun

I ain't no dog, you know, I ain't no dog
How you gonna come at me like that?
You know me better than that

Don't try to clown and say men are dogs
Without sayin' that ya'll dogs too
The reflection of a man is a woman of true
And I'm here to let you know about a boo

We tried to give her everything
Which really doesn't seem quite enough
That's why some of us give up so easy
Relationships get too tough

All of a sudden there goes your friend
Flossin' around like, ?She sexy?
What you don't know is that she'll let me
If she get a chance to get in my pants

Once or twice for her is nice
She been schemin' from the start
Waitin' for us to fall apart
Leavin' little stuff inside my car

Dogs are puppies that grow up wild
(Those dogs)
And they don't do what you want them to
(Those dogs)
Treat you nice just to get a prize
(Those dogs)
And once they get it then they're through with you
(Those dogs)

Now dogs a dog that's just gonna be
In a group in a single or a different reeves
Past time past life, perpetratin' and frontin'
Schemin' on the opposite sex for what you want

Roof, roof when you here him callin'
Back up your dog who ballin'
Take advise from the wise when you see 'em commin'
'Cause when you slip up we'll all be hummin'

'Cause the grave is cold and the ground is wet
Tryin' to trick love on the cost of bets
See there's skank in every state
And only you can steal your fate

Get twisted and turned in a burning wreck
Live a memory that he'll never forget
That's why there was a need to talk about dogs
To give an example to all of y'all

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4 Camels - Lyrics - Early Recordings - Joan Osborne

Title: 4 Camels
Album: Early Recordings
Artist: Joan Osborne
Composer(s): Joan Osborne

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Lyric:
August in the city 90 degrees
The streets are full of arms and legs
The audience is hangin' on the corner
Just waitin' for some bones to beg

The sniper and the moving target
I can't talk talk until my face turn blue
Hey girl, you, girl put that right here
This what I'll do to you

I live, I live, I live on this street, oh yeah
I live, I live, I live on this street

The dogs are speakin' the men are howlin'
When we take our parts out for a walk
I could say, I should say, I would say
Does your mama know about the way you talk

Somewhere in Egypt I'm worth 4 camels
A strong healthy girl like me
On 42nd Street it's a quarter to look
But the women outside are free

I live, I live, I live, I live on this street
Oh I, I live on this street, yeah

[Incomprehensible]
All that he can't see, baby
Let us, let you stay girl
[Incomprehensible]

Ruler of the pavement
He owns all that he can see
On 42nd Street it's a quarter to look
But the women outside are free

I live
I live, I live, I live on this street
[Incomprehensible]
I live on this street, oh no, I livin'
I live on this street
[Incomprehensible]
I live, I live, I live on this street

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Walk These Dogs - Lyrics - Year of the Dog...Again - Dmx

Title: Walk These Dogs
Album: Year of the Dog...Again
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Leroy M Bell, Casey James, Ellen C Lomax, Earl Simmons, Damon J Blackman

Lyric:
On and off the leash, I'm a beast of East
No one ever gonna cross me in the streets
My only worries if I'm gon' eat
Because we gon' walk these dogs

Yeah, live it how I spit it
Look at how I walk it, y'all *** could get it
But it must all go down, X is wit it
Because we gon' walk these dogs

You got it livin' phat when everyone stall
I'ma bring it back 'cause I'ma go hard
*** til' a *** play the yard
We gon' walk these dogs

Gettin' down has never been an issue
I'ma bust my *** and not gon' miss you
Hate the smell of the slug burnin' the tissue
We gon' walk these dogs

Trigger bust us still but thugs
And it's about to get real out of hand, dog
Better get your man, dog
Hit 'em and leave him where *** can't stand, dog
It's your man, dog

Trigger bust us still but thugs
And it's about to get real out of hand, dog
Better get your man, dog
Hit 'em and leave him where *** can't stand, dog
It's your man, dog

Y'all better come in, get him now
Better grab his arm and sit him down
N*** leave him in his house, I'm a put him down
We gon' walk these dogs

We don't give a f*** about you
You talk real slick, homie but we doubt you
Got slugs that'll put a n*** right back out you
'Cause we gon' walk these dogs

I'm right here now, n*** what up?
Always talkin' about how you could've, would've
But never doin' *** 'cause you sweeter then sugar
We gon' walk these dogs

Go on now, not the one
Kashmir, 7:30, put the pop the ***
Have your moms on the news sreamin', ?Not my son?
'Cause we gon' walk these dogs

Trigger bust us still but thugs
And it's about to get real out of hand, dog
Better get your man, dog
Hit 'em and leave him where *** can't stand, dog
It's your man, dog

Trigger bust us still but thugs
And it's about to get real out of hand, dog
Better get your man, dog
Hit 'em and leave him where *** can't stand, dog
It's your man, dog

Don't f*** with things you don't know about
I'll have Mr. Smith & Wesson show him out
Take him to the desert and blow him out
'Cause we gon' walk these dogs

Right to the streets with the heat
Until I find somethin' to eat, don't sleep
*** around, thinkin' it's sweet til' a *** creep
'Cause we gon' walk these dogs

Don't cry now, it's too late
I'ma empty ya stomach of that *** you ate
One time from the park, make a *** lose weight
'Cause we gon' walk these dogs

Bigga, betta, stronga, fasta
*** a b*** bit longa if I have to
Then I [Incomprehensible] directly up
'Cause we gon' walk these dogs

Trigger bust us still but thugs
And it's about to get real out of hand, dog
Better get your man, dog
Hit 'em and leave him where *** can't stand, dog
It's your man, dog

Trigger bust us still but thugs
And it's about to get real out of hand, dog
Better get your man, dog
Hit 'em and leave him where *** can't stand, dog
It's your man, dog

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Thug Niggas Don'T Live That Long - Lyrics - Trick Daddy

Title: Thug Niggas Don'T Live That Long
Artist: Trick Daddy
Composer(s): Maurice Young

Lyric:
You gon' save that?

Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Yeah

Thug niggas don't live that long
(Thug niggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'til they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)

I wanna buy me a Benz but I'm fifty-grand short
I got to get this cheese without a nigga getting caught
2 freaks is in the jungle now, I'm taking care of mama now
My lil' dog caught a case, I got to bail him out

I got you bobbin' to this real shit, so reason why a nigga kill shit
That's how it is shit, see papa was a rolling stone
He left mama alone, she raised us on her own
Them bitches curious, why I'm so motherfucking serious

Hard times got me pumped up and furious
I want y'all to free all my dogs
Before I get my gun and start killin' your halls
Call me the butcherman

I take my beef straight to the man
I put it so only thug niggas understand
Keep bitches out your game get paid
Just remember and respect what the old girl said

Thug niggas don't live that long
(Thug niggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'til they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)

I got some niggas on the other side
One day I got to take a ride
And let them know I still represent the Southside
No more shopping at the flea I'm rolling D's and Lo's

I'm getting head, feeling bread from these sleezy hoez
And can't nann bitch forget that nigga Hollywood
Big ends steering wheel made of wood
I heard it was four niggas three shit, one ho nigga

I'm out the pen with you Howdy folk
Who gon die next, who mama gon' cry next
Who sister get to wear the black dress
That's how we living though

Dead and gone before he twenty-four
Or in jail, but y'all don't hear me though
As I continue with this thug shit
With all this blood and shit

But all us thug niggas love this
For the love of greed and riches
But money don't need no bitches
So I'm killin' all snitches

Thug niggas don't live that long
(Thug niggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'til they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)

I'm doing this one for the thugs
And the niggas on the corner selling drugs for the thugs
Yes sir

I'm doing this one for the thugs
And the niggas on the corner selling drugs for the thugs
Yes sir

If I was a hundred dollar bill, I'd make you niggas kill for me
Go to prison do about a hundred years for me
Get a gat and go Jack Robin Steele for me
Just to pay a bitch bills with me

I'm dissing every nigga who got me fucking
A bitch better fuck for pregnant nuts
You see it be them same niggas 'cause coochie ass lame niggas
(Last time)

Learn some motherfucking thangs nigga
Now picture me as a killer, young black dope dealer
I'm doing this one for my niggas who ride for this
Who even lost they life for this and them niggas who survivin' this
They don't live that long

Thug niggas don't live that long
(Thug niggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'til they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)

Thug niggas don't live that long
(Thug niggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'til they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)

Thug niggas don't live that long

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Large World Turning - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: Large World Turning
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp

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Lyric:
Is that okay? Is that okay? Is that okay?
Is that okay? Is that okay? Is that okay?
Is that okay?

Someday this will all be over
Nothing lasts forever, thank God for change
I love you now, we should stay together
No one's crying about a single thing

Large world turning, live while you can
Live while you can, large world turning
Live while you can, live while you can

You may sleep where your lover leads you
Come and brush these crumbs from my bed
Tell me the truth, I will never leave you
I'll be happy by the baby's bed

Large world turning, live while you can
Live while you can, large world turning
Live while you can, live while you can

When this world becomes an ocean
We will find the desert
Right next to the pig's tail
And watch the summer sun

Corrugated roofs with little white houses
Hide the dogs that walk on three legs
Someday this will all be over
No one's playing that pissin' game

Large world turning, live while you can
Live while you can, large world turning
No one can see the end

Large world turning, no one sees the end
No one sees the end, large world turning
Live while you can, live while you can

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Only Live Once - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Only Live Once
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): William E. Butler, Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, R Garcia, I Salis, Raphael Boyd, Author Unknown Composer

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Lyric:
You can't stop this, you can't stop this
You can't stop this, you can't stop this
You can't stop this, you can't stop this
You can't stop this, you can't stop this

These muthafuckas made it this way, I show 'em mine
I knew we down, now, we was shining also blowing time
Official Queens crack stars gettin' money
Rollin' trees in the backwoods, timberlands, cars and black hoods

The territories rugged, certain bimbos love it
I fuck wit cats undiscovered, keep my Timbo's covered
We ride around in the streets, kid we duckin' knicks
Money power wit some game, kid we fuckin' chicks

The hard times help me sharpen up we be in Watts,
But still be sparkin' up, love it when the day darken up
My life is like a movie, big guns and booze play a part
I came through to display an art

Yo, fuck you, jealous niggas, I take care a fam and I lay low
I'm livin' kid, I got the money plus the yayo
And hold a heat up on the seat because it's gettin' wicked
You get yo dough, I get my dough, let's blow so we can kick it

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop, no, no
You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

Yo, is you mothafuckas outta yo' mind?
We them niggas who be holdin' it down
Half of the reason you live
Other fifty percent of the reason you frown

Behind the back you pop shit
But when we be wavin' them thangs, you innocent
'Cause we in this bitch, Raw Dogs
Is you askin' for a New York City war call?

We keep it gritty for all a y'all
But some you niggas actin' like you goin' through menopause
And that's the second we send 'em to morgues
Slay 'em down, get in them drawers

Been put on what you tellin' me for?
Look at 'em beggin' for more
Either they yellin' or givin' applause
Picture livin' laws while we got x-cons on the dance floor

Goody niggas, playin' the wall
And dime bitches rockin' hoodies wit razors inside
We told y'all but ya wasn't tryin' to listen tah me

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop
You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

Ever since the day I was born, my lifestyle been real
Bloody stories on blank paper is what my pen spill
My men still, sellin' coke, cooked up and powdered out
In a big body smoked out, shit is clouded out

We official crack stars, bury bodies in back yards
You neva touch nothin', sayin' you blast niggas and clap cars
I get a back massage from a bad European
And switch my bird every season and I'm rollin' up my treason

But my question is, give me one reason to let you live
But you good at talkin' your way outta shit, I bet you is
So I sex your wiz, kill you and leave ya wife left with kids
Ghetto black widow, what nigga? My mac glitto

Attack ya, hitto, it's like pimp talk wit a limp walk
And crazy dough is what I'm in for, somethin' you bent off
But couldn't touch, scream you got guns but wouldn't bust
Never fuck wit niggas outta my circle I don't trust

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop, no, no
You only live once, so let's ride let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop, oh, no, no
You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top

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Only Live Once (Real) - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Only Live Once (Real)
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): William E. Butler, Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, R Garcia, I Salis, Raphael Boyd, Author Unknown Composer

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Lyric:
You can't stop this, you can't stop this
You can't stop this, you can't stop this
You can't stop this, you can't stop this
You can't stop this, you can't stop this

These muthafuckas made it this way, I show 'em mine
I knew we down, now, we was shining also blowing time
Official Queens crack stars gettin' money
Rollin' trees in the backwoods, timberlands, cars and black hoods

The territories rugged, certain bimbos love it
I fuck wit cats undiscovered, keep my Timbo's covered
We ride around in the streets, kid we duckin' knicks
Money power wit some game, kid we fuckin' chicks

The hard times help me sharpen up we be in Watts,
But still be sparkin' up, love it when the day darken up
My life is like a movie, big guns and booze play a part
I came through to display an art

Yo, fuck you, jealous niggas, I take care a fam and I lay low
I'm livin' kid, I got the money plus the yayo
And hold a heat up on the seat because it's gettin' wicked
You get yo dough, I get my dough, let's blow so we can kick it

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop, no, no
You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

Yo, is you mothafuckas outta yo' mind?
We them niggas who be holdin' it down
Half of the reason you live
Other fifty percent of the reason you frown

Behind the back you pop shit
But when we be wavin' them thangs, you innocent
'Cause we in this bitch, Raw Dogs
Is you askin' for a New York City war call?

We keep it gritty for all a y'all
But some you niggas actin' like you goin' through menopause
And that's the second we send 'em to morgues
Slay 'em down, get in them drawers

Been put on what you tellin' me for?
Look at 'em beggin' for more
Either they yellin' or givin' applause
Picture livin' laws while we got x-cons on the dance floor

Goody niggas, playin' the wall
And dime bitches rockin' hoodies wit razors inside
We told y'all but ya wasn't tryin' to listen tah me

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop
You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

Ever since the day I was born, my lifestyle been real
Bloody stories on blank paper is what my pen spill
My men still, sellin' coke, cooked up and powdered out
In a big body smoked out, shit is clouded out

We official crack stars, bury bodies in back yards
You neva touch nothin', sayin' you blast niggas and clap cars
I get a back massage from a bad European
And switch my bird every season and I'm rollin' up my treason

But my question is, give me one reason to let you live
But you good at talkin' your way outta shit, I bet you is
So I sex your wiz, kill you and leave ya wife left with kids
Ghetto black widow, what nigga? My mac glitto

Attack ya, hitto, it's like pimp talk wit a limp walk
And crazy dough is what I'm in for, somethin' you bent off
But couldn't touch, scream you got guns but wouldn't bust
Never fuck wit niggas outta my circle I don't trust

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop, no, no
You only live once, so let's ride let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop, oh, no, no
You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top

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Amerikaz Nightmare - Lyrics - Amerikaz Nightmare - Mobb Deep

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

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Lyric:
Yea, Amerikaz motherfuckin' nightmare bitch

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh, with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded Amerikaz nightmare

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin', claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded the Amerikaz nightmare

Dogs, I think smarter, reach harder
Slugs travel much farther
Nigga stompin' a Timberland wearing, face carver
With the box cutter, top gutter

I'll hover over you lames, run for cover, into your brain yea
You did your thang but, not very good
And by the, looks of things, you can't come back to the hood
This is not a good look for you my nigga

What's really poppin', inquirin' minds wanna know
How you rockin' them, new guns, we cope those
In bulk, like we bought 'em in Cosco's
Don't get yaself murked, wet shirt

Said it first, hurry this that red alert
You ain't gotta get bucked to know that this led'll hurt
The sight of my hammer, gotcha heart pumping
Nerves twitching, eyes jumping, heads will roll

When the pound starts kicking
You be missing
Mom's will be wearing that yellow ribbon
While I'm somewhere in the Caimen islands, chillin, nigga

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh, with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded Amerikaz nightmare

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin', claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded the Amerikaz nightmare

Yo you know we keep them big thangs
That make dead people when we hit brains
It's a wrap for the sequel get yo whip sprayed

Tho I rather hit you walkin', get yo shit shaved
Plus showered up, talkin' then we split, ey
Won't catch me gun smokin', have the cops think
It was drugs that provoke it while we rollin', ey

Baby girl, I see you, can I get a taste of that thang
Heard its lethal in a good way
Just so you know I ain't the one that get yo clit ate
But hope you got a strong back, I'll make yo shit break
You'll be walking like a penguin for a few days

Yo bitch, you know we got big cash
Money fallin' out our pockets, give you whiplash
When we drive past your projects, ain't nobody can stop us
Infamous they can't stop us, they want our spot
Yo fall back nigga we got this

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh, with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded Amerikaz nightmare

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin', claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded the Amerikaz nightmare

I got love for my niggaz, love for my niggaz
Love for my niggaz, got love for my niggaz
I bust slugs for my niggaz, slugs for my niggaz
Slugs for my niggaz, bust slugs for my niggaz

Yo slugs touchin', medics will rush 'em
Jake dusting for prints, make shift, morgue made for you pricks
You know what stay on my hip, you know the hood that I rep
You know we dumpin' them clips, you in the valley of death

Get comfortable nigga, you runnin' out of breath
Ya blood is spilling through the sealing of the necks
Floor or have you flood the cement
Outside somewhere on the streets, no longer in the flesh

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh, with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded Amerikaz nightmare

They wanna know, where the hood at, nigga we right here
Live in the flesh with the Tec's and never scared
Them guns we holdin', claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump dump, reloaded the Amerikaz nightmare

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Juggalo Homies - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Juggalo Homies
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Michael John Jr Puwal, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
"I know you ain't there
That's why I just want to let you know something bro
You all know I love you, you all know you're my homies
And, eh, alright we'll talk later, peace"

Let me ask you this about this life we live?
And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over ham dinner
If they really missed you so much
Why don't they just call a muthafucka?

If you wasn't blood, would you still have love?
Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here
But my homies are family too, 3rd cousin's get outta here

Who was you with when you got tattooed?
And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms?
And who the fuck threw up all over your car?
And then felt worse than you about that shit in the mornin'?
Friends ya'll

Who loaned you money, homie? Who owes you cash? Who?
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? Who?
I don't know much but I gotta assume
When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the other room

We talkin' about homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin', homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs, Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Homies, homies

Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
Like I don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries
And you got this boss who thinks he's the Don Mega
Because he the head manager 'Chief Chili Fry Maker'

All you can vision is ya'll beatin' him down
Your homies standin' on his back while you kickin' his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie tho
I'd of been plucked his fuckin' eye ball out with a chicken bone
I'm crazy as fuck, I'll rip your peircings off
And now my homies are holdin' me back so I don't look soft

When you snuck the car out who did you get? Who?
And when you got caught, who you blame the shit? Who?
Who can you relax around and scratch your balls? Who?
Homies, I'm talkin' about like you and yours

We talkin' about homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin', homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs, Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Homies, homies

You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
Keep it in your click fuck the outside, baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
Runnin' with the homies until I'm old like Grady

Me and my homies stay tight like a noose
And if you step to one of us you better step to the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend
That I could have some friends that's down to the very end

Well that's my homeboys excuse me, my family
And when we conquer the world, we mackin' on the galaxy
'Cuz sky's the limit and we ain't finished
And if my homies gonna ride ya know I'm with it

Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it and then I give it to my homies ya'll
I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll
And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call

We world wide, we're homies across the planet
Stickin' together like zippers on Michael Jackson's "Beat It" jacket
They got my back like a tat for that, I love ya'll
Hangin' till we old and gray like grandpas, Psychopathic

Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin', homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs, Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Homies, homies, homies

You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
Keep it in your click fuck the outside, baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
Runnin' with the homies until I'm old like Grady

You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Swingin' hatches on the daily with my crew actin' crazy

Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine, Real Juggalo
Homies, homies
We throwin' up clown love signs, Juggalo homie
Homies, homies
Talkin' about Road Dogs of mine
Homies, homies, homies

You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
You don't like me, you can fuck on
Carnival ain't for everyone
You don't like me, you can fuck on

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Opposites Attract (What They Like) - Lyrics - Jealous Ones Still Envy - Fat Joe

Title: Opposites Attract (What They Like)
Album: Jealous Ones Still Envy
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): I Lorenzo, Joseph Cartagena, Jesse Farrow, E Hinson, Remy Smith

Lyric:
Let's go
"Got another hit, of fresh air"
"Oh, got another hit"

Platinum chains, down to my dick
I'm so sick, I'm like flames, light up ya bitch
Get it hot like 'dro, and firin' and pink slips
You at the club alone now she hidin' in my whip, kick it
I know just what you need, you need to fuck with me
'Cuz when you ballin' with Joey you in another league
Somethin like Doji, Chloe diamonds, and better weed
I'm four-wheelin' through roads you mighta never seen

Take you on trips, you know the minimal shit, the basic
Long as your dip is official, if we're twistin' you lace it
Spit it amazin' when I'm layin' the mack game
I could, put 'em in chains and give 'em blings and cashy rings
Like delicious, thug passionate candy cane
Know you could, stay with you're mayne and just with plain
I ball with the best of them, flossin' the emblem
First playa front get applause from T.S. and them
Clap my niggaz

I know what bitches like
They wanna live it live
They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in the Villa with me every night
Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like

But I know what niggaz like
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin' to strip on the first night
The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife
Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like

I pull up to the club in the truck
Like what, the fuck is up
I stay out with the blunt, 'cuz I don't give a fuck
With, L I D niggaz, know who I be
And I know what niggaz like, niggaz like me
Pretty Remy on the rocks in the V.I.P.seat
See, niggaz like menages and overnight parties
Butt naked bitches in the hotel lobby

I place the bar 'cuz they don't charge me
Plus niggaz like dogs to broads in white T's
Outside it's a fight over me
'Cuz I'm with niggaz like, "Yeah, you better get it right"
"You know my shit is tight"
If you live we'll be fuckin' today, as long as you ain't
Touchin my pay, this shit is nothin' to me
I got my mind right, my money right, I'm pushin' a Benz
Plus I'm a dime like, Got niggaz lookin' for Rem'

I know what niggaz like
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin' to strip on the first night
The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife
Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like

I know what bitches like
They wanna live it live
They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in the Villa with me every night
Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like

You know a lot mama
How be take a nice cruise to the Bahamas
With ice daquiris and jewels, picture
Just me and you under the palm trees
Up on the beach in your bikini and we feelin' the breeze

But baby, I know just what you need
You need some Hennessey
And in a minute we'll finish it with a little me
Sex into sleepin' on bedsheets outta Italy
Then send yo' ass back home without no energy

Yo, after I take you on a night on the town
We could, slide to the telly when nobody's around
The next-door neighbors complainin'
Because they hearin' the sound
It's goin' down da-down, da-down, da-down

I know what bitches like
They wanna live it live
They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in the Villa with me every night
Yeah pa you got it right
That's what my bitches like

But I know what niggaz like
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin' to strip on the first night
The type of chick that'll make you forget about ya wife
Yeah ma you got it right
That's what my niggaz like

Hit, hit
Got another hit
Hit, hit
Got another hit

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Dogs [Live] - Lyrics - Fistful Of Aces: The Best Of MotÖrhead - MotÖRhead

Title: Dogs [Live]
Album: Fistful Of Aces: The Best Of Motörhead
Artist: MotÖRhead
Composer(s): Seth Justman, Peter Wolf

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Lyric:
Cry one more time for you
I really got it bad
Cry one more time for you
Lost the best I had

Everthing's gone wrong
I need another beer
She's got her mind on leavin'
That's what I'm doin' here

Ain't no sense to talkin'
I don't know what I'd say
Ain't no sense to argue
She just don't wanna stay

Cry one more time for you
I really got it bad
Cry one more time for you
Lost the best I had

So sad to be alone at night
So sad it didn't work out right

Cry one more time for you
I really got it bad
Cry one more time for you
Lost the best I had

Tried to call her last night, yes I did
I knew she wasn't in
I don't want to go uptown
I know she'll be with him

So I, cry one more time for you
I really got it bad
Cry one more time for you
Lost the best I had

Lost the best I had, lost the best I had
Lost the best I had, lost the best I had

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Goddess Bound - Lyrics - Fortress - Protest The Hero

Title: Goddess Bound
Album: Fortress
Artist: Protest The Hero
Composer(s): Moe Carlson, Luke Hoskin, Tim Millar, Arif Mirabdolbaghi, Rody Walker

Lyric:
Take everything your parents taught you
Throw it to the dogs
It's a forgotten flesh of something dead
It's blood drips from your jaws

Take everything your school has taught you
Throw it to the dogs
Left to be in the summer heat
It wreaks now of its rot

It speaks now of the fate that we all wait to be forgot
Just as mountains live outside of rocks
And time itself outside of clocks
I hope that love exists beyond our lonely bones
In the, in the pine box

From the bottom of my heart
At the top, at the top of my lungs
From the corner of my eye
At the tip, at the tip, at the tip
At the tip of my tongue

Take everything your parents taught you
Throw it to the dogs
It's a forgotten flesh of something dead
From the bottom of my heart

Well, take everything your fucking school has taught you
And throw it to the dogs
Left to be in the summer heat
And it wreaks now of its rot

It's everywhere, it's everywhere
It's everything, it's everyone
It's anywhere, it's anywhere
It's anything, it's anyone

It's a neighbor saving face
By saying grace today for yesterday's behavior
It's a neighbor saving face
By saying grace today for yesterday's behavior
Oh, my God

Live to fuck and fuck till death
Drink to sorrow and regrets
Live to fuck and fuck till death
Drink to sorrow and regrets

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Shades Of Gray - Lyrics - Robert Earl Keen

Title: Shades Of Gray
Artist: Robert Earl Keen
Composer(s): Robert Earl Keen

Lyric:
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so messed up we didn't know if we were drunk or stoned

Randy was a sad-sack, tall kinda frail
Bob was a raving maniac, crazy in the head
They been kicked out of high school several years ago
For pushin' over port-a-cans at the 4-H rodeo

Since then they've done their little dance right outside the law
Popped twice in Oklahoma, once in Arkansas
And I don't know what possessed me to want to tag along
'Cause I was raised a Christian and I knew right from wrong

Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray

We stole two Charolais heifers from Randy's sweetheart's paw
Sold them at the livestock sale outside of Wichita
We got 900 dollars and never did suspect
The world of hurt we'd be in once we cashed that check

Next day we heard the story on the local radio
We made our plans that very night to go to Mexico
And I swear we would have made it if it wasn't for that shine
I got sick about the time we crossed that Kansas line

Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray

I was layin' in the bar ditch prayin' I would die
When a light come on above us and a voice come from the sky
A half a dozen unmarked cars came screeching to a halt
They grabbed Bob, he started screamin' it was all my fault

There were men and dogs and helicopter buzzin' all around
They had the brothers on the pickup hood and me down on the ground
Bob flew all to pieces but Randy he held tight
When a black man in a suit and tie stepped out into the light
He told his men to turn us loose they put down their guns
He said these are just some sorry kids, they ain't the ones

Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray

So they left us by the roadside down hearted and alone
Randy got behind the wheel said boys I'm going home
So we turned around to face our fate hung over but alive
On that mornin' in late April, Oklahoma, 1995

Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
Live and die by the shades of gray
Live and die by the shades of gray

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And I Came To... - Lyrics - Styles

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4 My Niggaz - Lyrics - Lil' Cease

Title: 4 My Niggaz
Artist: Lil' Cease
Composer(s): James Lloyd, Rayshaun Spain, Davin Vanderpool, Sean Combs, Shawn Carter, J Fisher

Lyric:
What you sayin'?
Roca Fella
(Uh huh)
General
(Uh huh)
B.I.G.
(Right on)
QB
(That show nuff right on)
Fuck niggas wanna do man
(Nothing)

See Cease a Leo
(Huh)
I'm for the kids
(Right)
Sometimes we gotta get gutter on this motherfuckers y'know
It's how we do it
(Yeah)
Feel me baby?

Yo yo
Stay away from 38 tech nines and shotty
I wanna move swift, but don't blow like John Gotty
I'm something to watch, like the paparazzi
Hard to copy, shock waves can't stop me
Got dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me
It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight
Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache
The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe

I take it all, still be the last to escape
Kick It like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chips
Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code
Watch the stroll, little Ace
A soldier that was born to roll
I love God and you know I got soul
To sell around the globe and more bank than tower
Dime just rewind, it was hard to find her
Found out my niggas got right behind her

Y'all niggas got dick bricks, scared to grab the fifth
But I done did that, recognize the clique
Back round six-four times, fellas and shit
Make mils off the stories that we tellin' and shit
'Til I said to myself, "My life is betta than this"
I wanna party, live it up, pop Don and Cris
In a lake with a waterproof on my wrist
Been a professional, now I'm starting to mix

We rhyme to kick tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live
Run up in your crisp, tie up your wife and kids
Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid
We live this real street life
And that's word to B.I.G.
(Uh)

I'm the type to analyze ya
(What)
Move swift like Kaiser
(Uh)
My appearance surprise ya
(Yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live
(Uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size
(Uh, yo)

I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, Brooklyn

Yo, yo, yo, yo
This my war I ride for lick one in the sky for
Get back everything that my nigga die for
Since his death, many steps and many left
Niggas owe money, yo, niggas can't pay a penny less
Cease got the squeeze, I'ma let these fuckers know
BK style, my niggas Love the Dough
About six hard years, eleven months ago
We was all puffin' 'dro, nowhere to go

Now I get dough, get low, let a slug blow
Cops say "Got evidence?" Let the dog go
Here's the answer, you fucking with Leo Ganza
Nigga's coke so raw, you gone need a sampler
Niggas better be as wise as me or die like me
Or go see the board then and frown like me
Got niggas takin' pictures throwin' pies on me
Motherfuckers' all eyez on me

Whatever happened to Brook-lawn?
Better yet, Crook-lawn?
Niggas even look wrong, niggas get hooked on
Picture me making a shook song
No, I know the wars we took on
Niggas better get gone

Yeah, flow sicker on every record
Watch Sean, glock nine, nigga, heavy necklace
Watch mine, about to make niggas very jealous
Ice in every letter, untouchable, can't fuck with duke
Thug spit, arms shake, who I'm gone play
With the CEO of the Coke on Broadway, huh?
Never heard so many choices from one man
I make bitches, fuck it, I make the gun jam

Flows like sniffin' a hundred grams o'
Cocaine raw, rip your whole brain off, uh
Make it real easy to lift your chain off
BK style, see Jay how
(What)
(Uh)
We don't play fair, we play foul
Go head, stand there, we spray crowds
Live from the 7-1-8
If there ever was one great
I'm him, nigga, times three

I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, Brooklyn

I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang

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