Don'T Take That Attitude To Your Grave - Lyrics - Welcome To The Cruel World - Ben Harper

Title: Don'T Take That Attitude To Your Grave
Album: Welcome To The Cruel World
Artist: Ben Harper
Composer(s): Ben Harper

Lyric:
You say what's mine is mine
And what's yours is mine too
Now you've got more than you can spend

But all of the money
In the whole wide world
Is not gonna help you in the end

Now while there's still time to be saved
Don't take that attitude to your grave
Might be too late, for you I'm afraid
So don't take that attitude to your grave
Don't you take it there

I hear helicopters
Over my house every day
Shining their lights and flying low

Treat a child like a criminal
From the day that he is born
And you're gonna reap just what you sow

Now while there's still time to be saved
Don't take that attitude to your grave
Might be too late, for you I'm afraid
And don't take that attitude into your grave
Don't you take it there

So you can move your court case
Way across town
You can move it across the whole wide globe

But it ain't gonna help your court case
Up in the sky
When you go to put on your whole white robe

Now while there's still time to be saved
Take that attitude to your grave
Might be too late, for you I'm afraid
Don't, they don't want it
Don't you take it there

You dare the children
To stay off of drugs
Dare you to stop letting them in

And how dare you point your finger
At a gang out on the street
While it's you who is committing the sin

Now while there's still time to be saved
Don't take that attitude to your grave
Might be too late, for you I'm afraid
Don't take that attitude to your grave
Don't you take it there

They don't want it there
You know your mother taught you better
Don't take that attitude to your grave

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Can'T Think - Lyrics - G.O.A.T. - Ll Cool J

Title: Can'T Think
Album: G.O.A.T.
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Tyrone Fyffe, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
You ever get to the point where you so frustrated
You ready to give up? You ready to end it all?
Don't do it dog, word up
I don't care if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever
We all go through pain
When you can't think use your soul, baby

Preliminary discussions is over with, the verdict is in
I took the rap throne back
I reigned like krills in eighty-seven, my name is on the map
It feels like a razor down the middle of my back

They slept on my lyrical ability to blow
Gave another nigga credit for inventin' my flow
I'm a child of God, witness the risin' son
From the cradle to the grave, I remain number one

This thing of ours, got competition takin' red showers
Grievin' mothers callin 1-800-flowers
My repertoire burn your ashes in the urn
Is it God or money that really make the world turn?

Grab your gun, separate the ones from the real funds
Inhale deep and hold it in your lungs
The streets was requestin' some original LL
A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in [Incomprehensible]

They lookin' for a leader that can guide 'em through the maze
Smoke filled rooms, breathin' in purple haze
Nigga's on the bricks his whole life
He ain't got nuttin' to live for, so fuck livin' right

But if you stay in the rain like hurricane
Gold melts down but it don't fear flames
Toxic, lethal, psychologically evil
Genocide was committed on the Black people

And the ghetto is a trap with glass walls
Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball?
We end up in the grave anyway
The average cat and LL Cool J
It's a never ending cycle, life and death
Until then may my mic stay blessed, to the death

I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind?
I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes?
I can't think! Even though I'm a one of a kind
I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line
I can't think! Mo' murder every day around the way
I can't think! I'd rather get paid and parlay
I can't think! It's all about survival God
"You know the epilogue by James Todd"

Put your life on the line, you runnin' out of time
The coroner's callin', she know she on a nigga mind
Amongst the dogs, real cats is hard to find
Even a nigga moms hate it when he start to shine

Get the money and run, dodge the devil and his sons
Spit powerful parables like a sermon has begun
Fuck the turntables up, leave the DJ awestruck
Attitude is what, keep the razor blade tucked

Too much flossin'll get your reputation touched
Too much rappin'll get your big mouth shut
Protect your neck nigga, you'll get it in the gut
You wearin' a vest? What if you get your throat cut

Sold your soul for a dollar, now you havin' bad luck
Used to keep a bad bitch in the crib baggin' up
Player here, player there, nigga turned you out
But never told you beware
Never told you that black love supposed to be shared
And you never judge a woman by the texture of her hair

Fancy cars and gold teeth, G-strings and things
The almighty dollar replace the wedding ring
The Ark of the Covenant was held by a king
I ain't tradin' my soul in for skins and chrome rims

I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind?
I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes?
I can't think! Even though I'm a one of a kind
I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line
I can't think! Mo' murder every day around the way
I can't think! I'd rather get paid and parlay
I can't think! It's all about survival God
"You know the epilogue by James Todd"

Think about it yo, think about it
Think about it yo, think about it
Think about it yo, think about it
Think about it yo, think about it

The dawn, of a new millennium, came to pass
The world revolves around sex or cash
The Black man's motto, "Kiss my ass!"
Shorties in kindergarten are strapped, ready to blast

All I ever seen was killers and dope fiends
From Feds magazine to the heart of killer Queens
Bronx and Brooklyn and everything up in between
No matter what, you always got a Judas on your team

Givin' it to the world and I'm tellin' it like it is
Tossin' lyrical daggers and sendin' 'em in your wig
Know where the body's buried, I ain't sayin' where it is
Raised inside the ghetto, but damn it I wanna live

The legendary master of lyrical combat
But ain't no competition, ain't nobody to go at
So I'ma take the time and spit a universal verse
Hit the streets with a blessin' and erase the curse

I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind?
I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes?
I can't think! Even though I'm a one of a kind
I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line
I can't think! Mo' murder every day around the way
I can't think! I'd rather get paid and parlay
I can't think! It's all about survival God
"You know the epilogue by James Todd"

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Break Da Law 2001 - Lyrics - The Mix Tape, Vol. 4: 60 Minutes Of Funk - Funkmaster Flex

Title: Break Da Law 2001
Album: The Mix Tape, Vol. 4: 60 Minutes Of Funk
Artist: Funkmaster Flex
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Earl Patrick Houston, Jordan Houston

Lyric:
Boy, it's about to get real scurry up in here
You got the original, break da law's up in here for you hoes
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat
Weak niggas guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts
It's goin' down, break da law, nigga

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

We ain't playing, young nigga, who the fuck I said we playin?
We just 'bout to kill yo' ass and it's already planned
Too many bullshit niggas done, been up in my click
But I spit them boys out 'cause they tasting like some shit

I admit my click now, is nothin' but Memphis best
But I had to delete a lot clowns in the process
Fuck that shit, we keepin' them bitches hot
'Cause we making them millions and they hairs ain't in the spot

Haters mad on the town 'cause a nigga got it made
Wanna rock they fuckin' songs but these junkies ain't gettin' paid
Slammin' doors, pimpin' hoes while you lemons in a daze
When I step up in the club, I be glistenin' wit a glaze

I would let you hit this clown but you bitches can't behave
I would let you hit this fire but you bitches smokin' safe
Better catch up with yo kind 'cause you tip me from your grave
When a nigga catch you slippin', it's that beam in yo' face

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

See, I could hit a, hit a, stick a, stick a, get a nigga fast
I'm kicking in some doors, I'm puttin' a nigga on his ass
And if he talkin' trash, I put him in a bag
A body fucking bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask

I stick a stick and move, I body-body bruise
I break the fuckin' law and I ain't playin' with you fools
You gotta attitude, now watch me use my tool
I lock and fuckin' load and let that motherfucker loose
(Blow)

I know this nigga who got punked out after every class
He was a bitch in school and now he tote a gun and badge
Put on a uniform and now he think he super bad
Man, fuck your vest, you still get laid to rest under the grass

I do not give a fuck because you are a officer
I put you in your coffin sir, you fuckin' wit a slaughterer
Some police don't serve protective, they bangin' pussy in projects
Some niggas pay him off to sell they dope around his set

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Breakin' laws, glock in drawers, whip it out and take a taste
You can smell my fuckin' nuts while this tome is in yo face
Shove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smoke
I'ma leave these bitches dead, cut a sunroof in your head

You get stomped in yo mug when I shoot, then I peel out
Right before dat happen, I'ma tear yo fuckin' grill out
Beat you bitches down 'til you covered in your own blood
Shoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain't no fuckin' love

And one of y'all niggaz wanna get some, I got some
Blow they fuckin' ass off, double barrel shotgun
Don't be comin' my way, bodys stank like moth balls
Swing a iron bat to yo head like a golf ball

Ride up on yo ass then I let the luga sweep
I'm the judge and the jury when I see you in the street
It's da Project nigga, roll, ready mane, to kill a hoe
Put the thang to you head squeeze the trigger let it blow

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
Break da law, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin', we ain't playin'

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