Lick Shots - Lyrics - Styles

Title: Lick Shots
Artist: Styles
Composer(s): J Hood, D Styles, K Dean, S Jacobs, J Philips

Lyric:
Lick a shot for the predicate felons and gangster niggas
That know that doing their time is better than tellin'
Don't tell Dog, lick a shot for the graveyard shift
And all the hustlers on ninety-five for the graveyard prick
Lick a shot for this weed I need, just to see clear
To tell the truth I can't breathe a ki, lick a shot for the stick up
Kids that twist up wigs thats the shit that happens
When you pick up bids, lick a shot for the foreign car

American trucks old timers that'll throw a stack of presidents up
Got dice shooter slang, need a pistol to hang
But the P understand 'cause the ghetto is fucked
Lick a shot for the fiends that got to go see the minors
On the block to get medicined up, lick a shot for the
Sake of licking a shot and every time I'm far away
From home I'll be missing my block, D-Block nigga

Lick shots for the hood
Yeah nigga we good
Lick shots for the poor
We still gotta run from the law
Lick shots for the rich
I-95 moving them bricks
Lick shots for the crew
My niggas'll ride and I ride too

Someone lick a shot for D-Block 'cause that's what I'm on
Lick a shot for the niggas that ain't survive the storm
Lick a shot for all my niggas on the run
And lick a shot for all my real niggas that got bodies on they gun
Lick a shot for my niggas 'cause I know they'll do the same
For my niggas that run through the flames and walk through the rain
Lick a shot for all the niggas growing up in the slums
Blowing they spliffs with they razor blades under they tongue

Lick a shot for all my niggas that be banging they hammers
Sticking up stores, taking the tape out the video cameras
Lick a shot at all y'all haters whether smaller or bigger
Lick a shot 'cause Hood ain't never been scared to pull a trigger
Lick a shot for all my niggas that be pumping they crills
When the beef start cooking they be bustin' they steel
Lick a shot 'cause I ain't scared to and lick a shot 'cause
I'm prepared to crack a buckle with the matching hair due

Lick shots for the hood
Yeah nigga we good
Lick shots for the poor
We still gotta run from the law
Lick shots for the rich
I-95 moving them bricks
Lick shots for the crew
My niggas'll ride and I ride too

I lick shots for my niggas in jail, 23 hours in the hole
On life parole my jack mack niggas, octopus wildin'
Closest food they ever gettin to is city island
I lick shots for COS that hit niggas off for weed
And don't care if you bleed just mind they business
And go the other way for the right price they could

Get you the yay, I lick shots for my thug ass niggas
That'll put something in you, from they car and hit your face
Through the diner menu, your body get numb
You swallow your tongue cough up blood, that's the work I do
What I lick shots for my niggas thats not on tour and gotta
Hustle to eat its the motherfuckin' way of the streets, pay attention

Lick shots for the hood
Yeah, nigga we good
Lick shots for the poor
We still gotta run from the law
Lick shots for the rich
I-95 moving them bricks
Lick shots for the crew
My niggas'll ride and I ride too

Lick shots for the little babies in the projects
Running around unsupervised with sharp objects
Lick shots for papi that give you the yay half price
And niggas that ain't ever been heard but they mad nice
Nobody tell when I squeeze at your men
Lick shots when your diesels at ten, I'ma see you again
Lick shots 'cause my record is clean
Middle of the street, broad day lettin' it scream

If I'm lucky they'll squirt through your back and after that I'll make sure
I lick shots for the purple and yack, lick shots just to guard your grill
To my nigga T and Green and my uncle and Arthur Kill
Lick shots for the S-L 6, Cherry Red with them chrome things
On it with the X-L lips, lick shots for the niggas who got shot
And ain't here, they say life goes on but it ain't fair

Lick shots for the hood
Yeah nigga we good
Lick shots for the poor
We still gotta run from the law
Lick shots for the rich
I-95 moving them bricks
Lick shots for the crew
My niggas'll ride and I ride too

Lick shots for the hood
Yeah nigga we good
Lick shots for the poor
We still gotta run from the law
Lick shots for the rich

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What You Ride For? - Lyrics - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye - Jadakiss

Title: What You Ride For?
Album: Kiss Tha Game Goodbye
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Jason T Phillips, Premro Vonzellaire Smith, Richard Jones, James Anderson

Lyric:
(Whomp, whomp)
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp)
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp, whomp)

Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call on a G
Prices cut when you ballin' on me
Sleepy I'll fuck all over your jones, holla at my cousin for zones
He don't communicate with Fiend unless you're buildin' a home
Hustler kill on his momma, before he short me
Shoot him in his heart then go take it to heart, see gon' mob me
Ghetto red hot, seventeen ward block
Yes, I issue more shit for you to cop, then store it by the docks

Hide the gun if you can't afford cops
So ain't no tellin' where your boy rots
I employ Rotts that be wildin' off the rocks
Speak in fives, like gimme what you got
And still pop a nigga ass from the rooftop
And still catch the 'Kiss performance later with The L.O.X.
We real raw, my dog collar signin' with the R and R
Fuck with me, you blow up with your car like dog

How come I don't stop in this
You wanna ride get in and get gone, gotta get my thug on
You wanna war? Okay, alright, bring it on
Touch me, you ashes
(Boy)
I'm a leave you gaseous
(Uh huh)
I'm a ghetto bastard if I want it let me have it
(Woo!)
You play the game raw, I make a fuckin' mess
(Blaow!)
You play thug in the streets, I'm wavin' at your chest
(Nigga)

You heard about me boy, you don't want no drama
I make it hard for you to breathe in the streets
While finessin' your baby momma, 'coz my mind shawty
While you poppin that X, I'ma pop yo' chest
And leave you dead in the party like soakin' wet
That's what happens when you flex
In the A-T-L shawty don't be caught in the hype
I make two phone calls from a pay phone and there go your life

What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some niggaz that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp, whomp)
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp)

What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some niggaz that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp)
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp, whomp)

I, lock shit like a, big pimp nigga
Eight mackin' with no, fake shit nigga
Coast to coast tossin' hoes with my clique nigga
Stick my clip in, and do a hit for 'kiss nigga
Dirty money, the only way for this nigga
Hustle after hustle, tryin' to be a rich nigga
If I get caught up, I'll never be a snitch nigga
We pimpin' hard charge it all to a bitch nigga

Under my denim is a big fo'-fifth nigga
Fuckin' with me is like, jumpin' off a cliff nigga
And I don't practice I was born with this gift nigga
Pure pimpin' from my brain to my lips nigga
Sticky green takes my mind on a trip nigga
In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps nigga
We call 'em slabs in New York, they call 'em whips nigga
One hundred baby, Eightball gotta dip nigga
Uh, uh, uh uh uh

Uh, uh, yo when I'm loadin' the clips, niggaz I hate, face be on 'em
That's why I stopped coppin' the guns with safeties on 'em
When I touch down, call me up, I'm on the porch
With the mac, servin' niggaz "Eightballs" and up
You wanna know why niggaz is broke, because they hate money
The rims that I'm sittin' on is in they late twenties
Bitches wanna see me holla at 'em, throw a dollar at 'em and
If they hustle throw some hard or some powder at 'em
This is for my South niggaz

Gold and platinum ice in they mouth niggaz
Let's ride out niggaz
Everybody gon' follow the bitches
Until they realize, bullets gon' follow the stitches
On the other hand, shit is real low, it's a fact that
Nine out of ten niggaz mouths get 'em killed though
What you ride for? What you die for?
'Cause I got some niggaz and some bitches that's my word that I kill for

What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some niggaz that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp, whomp)
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp)

What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some niggaz that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp)
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp, whomp)

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Take Me Home - Lyrics - Julian Lennon

Title: Take Me Home
Artist: Julian Lennon
Composer(s): Bob Ezrin, Julian Lennon, Justin Clayton

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Lyric:
Take me home for the ride
I won't be alone
Take me home for the ride
You won't be alone
We won't be alone tonight

I am standing in the shadows of the garden
Confessing to the pale moon above
If I tell you how I feel you might harden
I'm scared of being lonely and of dying without love

Take me home for the ride
I won't cry alone
Take me home for the ride
You won't cry alone
We won't cry alone tonight

I need everything I know you could provide me
But every time I love, the flower dies
There's a darkness in the air that seems to guide me
If you want to see the heartache you can look into my eyes

Take me home for the ride
I won't die alone
Take me home for the ride
You won't die alone
We won't die alone tonight

Sometimes our emotions make it hard for us to see
That the heart of loving is respect and honesty
And sometimes I'm afraid that I give less than I should give
But this time I will hold you for as long as I live

I won't die alone
You won't die alone
We won't die alone tonight
We won't die alone tonight
We won't die alone tonight

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Summertime - Lyrics - Another Earthquake! - Aaron Carter

Title: Summertime
Album: Another Earthquake!
Artist: Aaron Carter
Composer(s): Martin James Bushell, Nicky Alan Cook, Tony Momrelle

Lyric:
So grab your stuff and let's all go outside
Bang your head to this tune in your ride
Leavin' all you cares right behind
For the summertime

Everybody starts to feel the vibe
Drinks are in the cooler chilled on ice
Lay back and unwind 'cause nothing else matters
For the summertime

I've been working real hard for just one reason
I've been waiting all year for just one season
The season that reminds me of
Palm trees, the smell, the ocean breeze and the sense of bein' free

Barbecues and pool parties, what I call fun
Hangin with the hunnies and enjoyin' the sun
24 hours just to clean the Benz
So you can cruise down the boulevard with your friends

Sights on the beach have got your mind blowin'
Drinks on the chilled, the money is flowin'
Right here is where you belong
So if your down with me then get up and come along

So grab your stuff and let's all go outside
Bang your head to this tune in your ride
Leavin' all your cares right behind
For the summertime

Everybody starts to feel the vibe
Drinks are in the cooler chilled on ice
Just lay back and unwind 'cause nothing else matters
For the summertime

Had to take a sip on Ma's homemade
Freshly squeezed lemonade
Check out the hunnies through my brand new shades
As they lay on the sand toppin' up on the tans

Take in the scenery, the mood is fine
Nobody is wearin' their watches, nobody is checkin' the time
There is only one thing thats on everybody's mind
Thats the summer, the summer, the summertime

Sights on the beach have got, your mind blowin'
Drinks on the chilled, the money is flowin'
Right here is where you belong
So if your down with me then get up and come along

So grab your stuff and let's all go outside
Bang your head to this tune in your ride
Leavin' all your cares right behind
For the summertime

Everybody starts to feel the vibe
Drinks are in the cooler chilled on ice
Lay back and unwind 'cause nothing else matters
For the summertime

Right now we're going to bring it
To ya one time

Bang your head to this tune in your ride
Leavin' all your cares behind
Everybody is feelin' the vibe
Of the summer, of the summer

Bang your head to this tune in your ride
Leavin' all your cares right behind
Everybody is feelin' the vibe
Of the summer, the summertime

Grab your stuff and let's go back inside
Bang your head to this tune in your ride
But didn't we have a good time?

Destinations home, that's where we're going
The drinks are gone and the cash stopped flowin'
Say goodnight to all of your friends
'Cause when tomorrow comes we'll do it all again

So grab your stuff and let's all go outside
Bang your head to this tune in your ride
Leavin' all your cares right behind
For the summertime

Everybody starts to feel the vibe
Drinks are in the cooler chilled on ice
Just lay back and unwind 'cause nothing else matters
For the summertime

So grab your stuff and let's all go outside
Bang your head to this tune in your ride
Leavin' all your cares right behind
For the summertime

Everybody starts to feel the vibe
Drinks are in the cooler chilled on ice
Lay back and unwind 'cause nothing else matters
For the summertime

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Night Ride Home - Lyrics - Night Ride Home - Joni Mitchell

Title: Night Ride Home
Album: Night Ride Home
Artist: Joni Mitchell
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell

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Lyric:
Once in a while in a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist
Invented this 4th of July
Night ride home

Hula girls
And Caterpillar tractors in the sand
The ukulele man
The fireworks, this 4th of July
And night ride home

I love the man beside me
We love the open road
No phones till Friday
Far from the overkill
Far from the overload

Back at the bar, the band tears down
But out here in the headlight beams
The silver power lines
Gleam on this 4th of July
And night ride home

Round the curve and a big dark horse
Red taillights on his hide
Is keeping right alongside
Rev for stride, 4th of July
Night ride home

I love the man beside me
We love the open road
No phones till Friday
Far from the undertow
Far from the overload

Once in a while in a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist
Invented this 4th of July
Night ride home

Night ride home
Night ride home
On a night ride home
On a night ride home

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Home - Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Home
Album: Thug World Order
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Phil Collins

Lyric:
I been stuck in the struggle and I been wonderin' if I'm ever gon' bubble
I'm gettin' caught up in a tussle instead of usin' my muscle
When everytime I extend my heart to my mother
Caught up in the game now I'm back up in the hustle

Sometimes I sit and I wonder if a nigga pull my number
If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam' in this world
Where nobody don't give a damn but I'm still a man
Got us all programmed

I'ma pump my fist, I'm stayin' ready for this
And you can put this on wish, I never seen the abyss
And when I needed a ride, you wouldn't give me a lift
And now I'm poppin' my Cris, you niggas all on my dick

I wanna change the world, you wanna change ya life
I wouldn't put up a fight if I knew it was trite
They say everything happin' for a reason
Can you tell me why these niggas bleedin'?

Needin' general assistance, out here needin' public housing
Out here tryna make ends meet, tryna get on their feet
But see your brain is so cloudy

And I know what you don't know, you better get on your mission
And get down for your dough, see the real niggas ready out here
Taken control, see I'm screamin' out Mo' with my pockets on swoll

Please Mr. Postman, quit bringin' these bills to my house
Quit bringin' this stress to my spouse
'Cause I'm ready for the kill on look out, look out

If you niggas try to run up on the Bone
I'ma show you like this, I'ma pull out my chrome
I don't wanna have to send a nigga home
Lord, please take me home, come and take me home

Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember
Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember

Home, home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home, home
Please take me home

When I'm lookin' at my money now
Thinkin' back to when I was livin' foul
I was runnin' wild, surviving 'cause I'm nine to five
And even puttin' overtime if I had to grind

I was stayin' up, slangin' dubs, hangin' up on the block
Duckin' and dodgin' the cops clocked on the night shift
Didn't think I'd ever make it out, out, out of the ghetto

But we finally made it, stay dedicated to the music we made, yeah
Now it's on Bone Thug, leave alone, came back the next year
Number 1 platinum song it blew up from the door

And what do you know? Eazy, rest his soul
Left us in the mess, I don't regret it but we better get up
And get it, go, everythang's gon' wrong, especially Bone

It never been right, I knew it woulda been on
We woulda been tight
We would of been in the zone ridin' so high
Up in the game five, thugs, lye

See we used to love makin' music
We was always in the studio, groovin'
We kept it movin', we was ready to do it right
But you know I'm goin' through it
And ain't feelin' this rap thing right now

They got me trippin' ready to flip
They got me trippin' ready to come get my chips
They got me trippin' loadin' the clips
They trippin', Lord, I feel like I'm losin' it right now
Right now, now, now

So take, take me home 'cause I don't remember
Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember

I'll never give in, I'll never give up, I'll let 'em live in, they sinnin'
They pretend to be tough, pretend to be blessed
They want money and women, it's never enough
They in a rush hope nobody knows just too much

You better be good, you know up in the hood it's so
We give 'em the dough, fired out, laughin' up
When niggas died, niggas brought around nasty junk
And to the grave, I been one of the brave

Not one of the slaves, one of the paid
And I'll be one of the same, stay hatin' the fake
On the television runnin' 'round
Tellin' niggas be ready for hate

Guard Leathafce and the grin right up under my face
I steady debate the pain that I bring with hate
Sweet as the cake, I take another puff and shake
The smell of right it's all about guarding, guard the weak

Lost mommy, poppy left home, I miss Wish' Uncle Charlie
Sit list in the back tellin' his selection, his date is probably
Probably my mommy, song, cryin' for the life of you gone
Just me and my destiny, let's roll, let's roll

Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember
Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember

When I lost my Uncle Charle a part of me went wrong
And it happened when the Bone was comin' up so strong
We just wanted him to see what we do
You motivated us at the shows we see too

And I really hope you live through what we spit on the song
You might have through somethin' hopin' nothin' like Bone
Like one said we'll never make it, like two, thirty mil in they faces

And I really thought it was over put us on and you left
Crossed over, back to the hood we souljahs
The music nigga make it back, scandalous
But faith kicked in and the world shows and we winnin' now

Gotta keep it comin' fool in my baby's mouth
And things have changed like relationships
Ain't did nothin', now you wanna flip

Suin' people thangs you would've never made on your own
Now I wanna stay, watch thug niggas leave the hood
Bye, think I'm home
Stick in the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone

You can really help a busta if it ain't meant to be
Wit a little ooh wee, wit a little ooh wee
I'm tired of tryin' to help these thugs
Lord, just guide em' home, guide 'em home

So take, take me home 'cause I don't remember
Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember
Oh, Lord, take, take me home 'cause I don't remember
Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember

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Nobody'S Home - Lyrics - Do Or Die

Title: Nobody'S Home
Artist: Do Or Die
Composer(s): Dennis Round, Darnell Smith, O'Kelly Isley, Anthony Round, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Christopher Jasper, Samuel Lindley, Rudolph Isley, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
Baby it's your prerogative what you do
I don't give a damn what he think about you
All I know is one plus one is two
We can lay back while we sip a few
Yeah, it's true, you can be my boo
Tears to let out or you
All I wanna do is keep in line wit you
Doin' everything if it's fine with you

Lemme pick you up at a certain time
Sit and dine drink the finest wine
Ice over Cristal
Lay back peep the the scenery still and a pimp smile
In a little while, better time and ride out
To tha finest hideout, silver wrist and a twist
'Cuz the neighborhood homes is a risk
And uh do you really wanna ride wit me

Sit back and hide wit me
Conversate when you fly wit me
You don't need to be touched on makin' love over rough zone
Playa hater get crushed on, bumrushed on
Peep the game from a playa
Who survived in the rought streets
Collectin' dust on my spot from the cops heat
Hit the block gon' shop for some nice meat, I don't roll deep

Just a lil' bit of care 'cuz a brother wanna bail to the mall
To ball wit all the blunts
Treat me right you deserve some dough
But never earn my trust stop trippin' you can wae the bun
Sit back in the smooth ride
Hit the block for your homies hollarin' two time
And I ain't thinkin' 'bout your other man
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is ends and a tight Benz, but it's right there

Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home
Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home

Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home
Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home

My four five-oh hit the front door
Got me chillin' like a star, out the ro ro
Place anotha hand on my Georgia bull
But when I got out the truck all the hoes froze
Checkin' me out like I'm po-po
Bring a friend don't go solo
Let's bail in your car, V-12 double-oh
Got a bag a weed make a left on Monroe

Three Philly's from the store, got a place we can go
Drive slow make a right keep it tight
Now, park by the meter, roll the weed up
Baby girl, push your seat up between the heater
Playa playa baby
Can I dirty dance wit you and your friends
Got a V-12 double-oh Benz
Plus you stackin' the Benjamins

Baby, puff puff pass and pull
You can get hurt like that and why you wearin' skirts like that
Do he wonder where you at
While he sellin' zones you havin' sex
Puttin' it down, givin' up your check
See I'm a young playa, got game from tha vest
I can talk a zebra out it stripes if it stand there and chat
I can put my name on that

And oh, it's about four
My mama should be walkin' in the door
So put on your clothes remember nobody knows
Spray the air freshener before we go
Do what you're doin'
But we gon smoke and ride playa like me and you
Could never be alone so pickup the phone
Baby, I'm down in the zone and nobody's home

Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home
Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home

Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home
Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home

So, do you wanna take this chance wit me
I know, I know he be seeing you glance at me
And oh, do you wanna live your fantasy
Let's go to your place, just you and me
Take it slow, don't cry, dry your eyes
Despise the way that he treat you with lies
I be your Mary Jane your everything, no pain
I be your moon stars and your sun, no rain

See it's flamin' when he leave us alone, come close
Never find the brakes when I'm at your home, I won't boast
Or brag when I'm next to you true
I do all the thangs your man won't do for you
So here's a few things to let you know when you're down
Here's my number when I'm far away from your town
So call me when you have a need for me
And by the way did you leave in my pocket, this G

Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home
Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home

Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home
Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home

Nobody's home
Nobody's home
Nobody's home
Nobody's home

Nobody's home
Nobody's home
Nobody's home
Nobody's home
Nobody's home

Baby Boy, Do or Die, Johnny P
Nobody's home
Nobody's home
Nobody's home

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Battlezone - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Battlezone
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Bryon Mccane, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Pick up your wings and prepare them to fly

Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug
Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug
Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug

Swing low sweet chariot
Comin' forth to carry me home
Swing low sweet chariot
Comin' forth to carry me home

I looked up on Jordan and what did I see
Comin? forth to carry me home
What did I see
Comin' forth to carry me home

Listen to my battle cry
My battle cry
Listen to my battle cry
My battle cry

One, two look at the telly
They drew my picture with Bob Marley
They probably wanna kill me, will I die?
In 1999 smokin' phillies, Bizzy the kid
Was bustin' in the ceilin' in my big claim

Kickin' on somethin' and dig this
Got to feel it, catch and don't let go
Wretched in a fro, Bone watchin' for the po po
Roll over, then pull it, got my bullet in my fo fo
Gotta stand, it's turnin' to a jungle

Comin' out a 4-door Benz and I spend a lot for show
No, no, don't spend a lot contend with a men
Lookin' at my watch like a meal ticket
Arrest the block, they couldn't pin it, better send it

For the cops absorb you soul of course, praise to the Pharaoh
Murder mo, curly, I heard it lower and return it burn
When our niggas still shermed out
Court's adjourned, court's adjourned, rest and burn

I can't sleep at night 'cause I lay in my bed
And I be tossin' and turnin' tryin' to avoid my dreams
And I can hear the niggas lettin' off they lead around the corner
Got me feelin' paranoia like they comin' for me

And I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacin' back and forth
So much shit on my mind, so many things to do
So little time a nigga really got to do it in
Man, I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots

From the minute nigga step outside
Nina Ross on my hip and I gots to pack one
Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me
?Nigga, never leave the house without packin' a gun?

And that's real, leave it for the dollar bill
Niggas'll holler, "Kill, kill", then start flexin'
When the shit poppin' off in my direction
Nigga got a 17-shot for protection

Life ain't no joke
Too many niggas I know was takin' shit for granted and that's foul
Nigga, if you see a fool, pick a fool right out the crowd
And hit him dead in his mouth for bein? loud and wild

Shit is real
Ain't none of that elastic fagot rubber band plastic shit
Muthafuckas in the battlezone blastin' shit
Put the match on shit, straight up gassin' shit

It's that same nigga runnin' with the AK-47
Bustin' niggas in the belly
Give them muthafuckas more than just a headache
Get back at that nigga faster than Fed-Ex
They're runnin', retreatin', screamin', ?Mayday, we're goin' down?

Now why the fuck is niggas tellin' lies and rumors?
Talkin' about we split up
'Cause I see Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh
Niggas really need to shut that shit up

If a muthafucka really wanna rumble, he could tumble
We wilder than any animal that's in the jungle
The name of the game is ?Block the basket, strike him out?
Hit the goal make the quarterback fumble

Strategize, any nigga hatin' ain't a friend of mine
Nigga considered the enemy, nigga, that's when you die
I never keep my enemies close
'Cause I got a perfect view of 'em in my scope, that's close enough

Leather Face'll fuck a nigga up and smile
And hit 'em with the millimeter and I show a bitch kill a nigga
See me drivin', bitch, come on and try to rob me
I'm willin' to bet that 'cha get lit up

Get off of me, baby, keep on comin' and there's gon' be drama
Tellin' you niggas, you better not fuck with me
'Cause I ain't that quiet nigga that I used to be
Look how the haters give a nigga attitude

Nigga, sick of bein? humble
Now I'm like fuck that I gotta get mine
They try to show a nigga love but fuck that it ain't no love
'Cause in the game you get fucked every time

You get this feelin' inside my bloodline
Somebody finna get fucked up
If a nigga don't get some satisfaction
Blastin' like a madman
Gettin' with the static nigga lovin' the action

Yeah, my Bone Thug niggas, come on
If any one of you niggas got any problems
Thinkin' you tough and you really wanna solve 'em
Don't be mumblin', speak a little louder

While you steady talkin' like you're louder than the next nigga
We'll already be up in you
Now hater feel us, who the realest? The Bone Thug killas
If there's any objections, nigga deal with 'em

Realer than them other muthafuckas talkin' about they thugs
Jumpin' all on the bandwagon
Wanna be like us, wanna cuss, wanna bust they guns
Thugged out with they pants saggin'

They actin' but when it's really time to show some tactics
The niggas don't have 'em, we murdered the bastards
Put 'em all in body bags and caskets
Drop 'em in the river, splash, that's that ass

'Cause when we clash, ain't no comin' back
Huntin' niggas from the past, we gon' settle this shit right here
Fight to whoever blood be spilled first
Who will be the nigga ridin' away in a hearse?

Not me, I'm determined to wake up
And still be livin' in the mornin', you feelin' me?
Quicker than a clocked damn missile
Hit a bitch directly in the middle, right between your eye

Then we makin' sure that nigga die
Shoot a couple more times and ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, ride out

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Angeles - Lyrics - For the Ride Home - Josh Kelley

Title: Angeles
Album: For the Ride Home
Artist: Josh Kelley
Composer(s): Josh Kelley

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Lyric:
Sometimes I never know just what to do, just what to do
Thinkin' about the choices that I'm put through, that I'm put through
So scared for what the future brings for me, it brings for me
It's time for me to pack my bags and get it right, let's get it right

Going out to Angeles, keep me restless for the days
Going out to Angeles bringin' me to find my way
Going out to Angeles, keep me restless for the days
Going out to Angeles bringin' me to find my way

'Cause I hope I like the way you dance with me, you dance with me
For just one second I hope that you can see, that you can see
That you can trust my fate and keep me straight, keep me straight
For I've already packed my bags, I have already packed my bags

Going out to Angeles, keep me restless for the days
Going out to Angeles bringin' me to find my way
Going out to Angeles, keep me restless for the days
Going out to Angeles bringin' me to find my way

I'm not asking you for diamonds or pearls
Just for the chance to fine my place in this world

Going out to Angeles, keep me restless for the days
Going out to Angeles bringin' me to find my way
Going out to Angeles, keep me restless for the days
Going out to Angeles bringin' me to find my way

Going out to Angeles, keep me restless for the days
Going out to Angeles bringin' me to find my way
Going out to Angeles, keep me restless for the days
Going out to Angeles bringin' me to find my way

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Soldiers Of The Wasteland - Lyrics - Dragonforce

Title: Soldiers Of The Wasteland
Artist: Dragonforce
Composer(s): Herman Li, Vadim Pruzhanov, Zp Theart, Sam Totman

Lyric:
Burning fires, burning lives on the long distant roads
Through the lost mountains endless so far away from home

Crossing battles, savage seas towards the mountains high
Forest plains of wilderness we're striking out tonight
On towards our destiny we travel far and wide
Journey through the darkness as your hearts refuse to die

In the flames of hell we fire at will the fires of doom has come
With the forces of the blackest knights they're staring at the sun
Far across the distant plains of ice we're searching for the sword
When the time has come for battle now we follow with the horde

We will ride with fire burning hot towards the night sky
In the land of long ago forever in our souls
Fly on wings of shining steel are burning so bright
In ancient lands of warriors we're riding on again

Burning fires, burning lives on the long distant roads
Through the lost mountains endless so far away from home
Warrior soldiers forever we fought long ago
We're all lost in the darkness so far away from home

Fallen soldiers taste the steel of death, the daylight dawning
Sun will shine upon the lives of burning hearts of ice
As you break through the boundaries of life this feeling of despair
And they die in their sleep for the world that will not care
You feel lost in this labyrinth of pain, this sickening dismay
There's a voice inside that's calling another wasted day

Can't you see the history, the suffocating madness?
In the land of fallen souls there's nowhere left, no place to go
I have traveled far and wide across this wasteland
Still searching for the answers for the right to understand

Burning fires, burning lives on the long distant roads
Through the lost mountains endless so far away from home
Warrior soldiers forever we fought long ago
We're all lost in the darkness so far away from home

Riding through the starlight and smashing the boundaries
As hellfire falls from the sky
A shadow of pain will arise from the ashes
Of those fallen ones who have died
Our only master with fire and fury of hell will see his bidding done
Blasting from high as the battle unfolds to the gates of the city we come

We will ride with fire burning hot towards the night sky
In the land of long ago forever in our souls
Fly on wings of shining steel are burning so bright
In ancient lands of warriors we're riding on again

Burning fires, burning lives on the long distant roads
Through the lost mountains endless so far away from home
Warrior soldiers forever we fought long ago
We're all lost in the darkness so far away from home

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Warp Factor Five - Lyrics - Bleach

Title: Warp Factor Five
Artist: Bleach
Composer(s): Samuel Wade Barnhart, David Joseph Baysinger, Bradley Stephen Ford, Matthew Errol Gingerich, Lee Todd Kirby

Lyric:
Hold on, hold on it's a heavy scene
Warp factor five with me
Come along won't you come with me
Warp factor five you see

This world is buggin' outta control
And there's one sure thing for the Godly soul
Outta sight to your cosmic home
To your cosmic home, your cosmic home

Ride along to where I'm going
Down the road of gold to your diamond home
May you leave tonight past the speed of light
May you leave tonight for paradise
Warp factor five

So long, so gone to a better scene
Warp factor five with me
Warp factor five you see

This world is buggin' outta control
And there's one sure thing for the Godly soul
Outta sight to your cosmic home
To your cosmic home, your cosmic home

Ride along to where I'm going
Down the road of gold to your diamond home
May you leave tonight past the speed of light
May you leave tonight for paradise

Ride along to where I'm going
Down the road of gold to your diamond home
May you leave tonight past the speed of light
May you leave tonight for paradise
Warp factor five

Ride along to where I'm going
Down the road of gold to your diamond home
May you leave tonight past the speed of light
May you leave tonight for paradise

Ride along to where I'm going
Down the road of gold to your diamond home
May you leave tonight past the speed of light
May you leave tonight for paradise
Warp factor five

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Home To Me - Lyrics - For the Ride Home - Josh Kelley

Title: Home To Me
Album: For the Ride Home
Artist: Josh Kelley
Composer(s): Josh Kelley

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Lyric:
Isn't it funny how the roads just pass us by?
Isn't it crazy how we never get it right?
Time is wasted on money and money wasted on lust
Treat her like a lady and she'll never get enough

'Cause' it's you that I'm runnin' to, baby
And it's you that I'm feelin' for lately
And it's like other pain that never goes away
And it always starts today

'Cause you are home to me
You are home to me
You are home to me, baby
You are home to me

Isn't it perfect how the memories, they feel the same?
Isn't it amazing how the song remains unchanged?
Time is wasted on money and money wasted on lust
Treat her like a lady and she'll never get enough

Cause' it's you that I'm runnin' to, baby
And it's you that I'm feelin' for lately
And it's like other pain that never goes away
And it always starts today

'Cause you are home to me
'Cause you are home to me
'Cause you are home to me, baby
You are home to me

Oh, when I think of everything
That I love in this world, baby
I think of you, you are home to me, baby
Oh, I picture you in that same old side of the bed
I'm gonna come snuggling by your side and make you feel safe

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Sleigh Ride - Lyrics - Debbie Gibson

Title: Sleigh Ride
Artist: Debbie Gibson
Composer(s): Mitchell Parish, Leroy Anderson

Lyric:
Sleigh ride, sleigh ride

Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring-ting-tingling, too
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling, "Yoo-hoo!"
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

Giddy-yap, giddy-yap, giddy-yap, let's go, let's look at the show
We're riding in a wonderland of snow
Giddy-yap, giddy-yap, giddy-yap, it's grand, just holding your hand
We're gliding along with a song of a wintery fairyland

Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy-cozy are we
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)
We're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be
Let's take the road before us and sing a chorus or two
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

There's a birthday party at the home of Farmer Gray
It'll be the perfect ending of a perfect day
We'll be singing the songs we love to sing without a single stop
At the fireplace while we watch the chestnuts pop, pop, pop, pop

There's a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy
When they pass around the coffee and the pumpkin pie
It'll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things we remember all through our lives

Just hear those sleigh bells ringling, ting-ting-tingling, too
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling, "Yoo-hoo!"
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy-cozy are we
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)
We're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be
(Giddy-yap, giddy-yap)
Let's take the road before us and sing a chorus or two
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
(Giddy-yap, giddy-yap)
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)

Giddy-yap, giddy-yap, giddy-yap, go
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)
Giddy-yap, giddy-yap, giddy-yap, now
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)

Giddy-yap, giddy-yap, let's take a
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)
Giddy-yap, giddy-yap, giddy-yap
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)

Let's take a sleigh ride now
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)
Giddy-yap, giddy-yap, giddy-yap
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)

Giddy-yap, giddy-yap, giddy-yap
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)

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My World - Lyrics - Don Cartagena - Fat Joe

Title: My World
Album: Don Cartagena
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): L Vandross, Joseph Cartagena, P Hendricks

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, lotta money in here
Uh, terror squad, now and forever
Top of the world, tun, yeah, uh, yeah, uh

They call me Joey Crack, my name'll never be forgotten
Livin' in the NY City that's rotten
Niggas on the block still screamin' and plottin'
Wonderin' if my squad gon' stop bubblin'

But we not 'cuz we all still shinin'
You average, we floss four karat diamonds
Layin' up in the plushes suite
Wit' the thuggish freaks

She love to eat plus bust the heat
We touch the streets wit' the same principles
Everyday gotta get this cash
Know it makes sense to you

Joe Crack, one in a million
Get cash from drug deals
But still keep the weapons concealed
Build wit' the Gods

Todays mad fast cars
Who copped what and got shot comin' out the bar
My repitore is far beyond belief
Y'all ain't much to me, honestly you can't fuck wit' me

It's my life, my money, my world
My girls, let's electrify the sky like the third rail
Want us to fail 'cuz you on our dick
But as long as every song is rich you can't tell me shit

We been doin' this since prince was the bomb
Before he changed his name and started making wack songs
Before the trigger talk and the heat wit' chalk
Was our last resort and niggas took it to the streets

I live the plush life
Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice
Bumpin' the heist in the wit' the bug lights
Just the life that the playa portrays

Lookin' laced in my FJ560s
It's many ways that we gon' get it
Look how many years we don' did it
Cop land and build a home in it

That's all I ever wanted dreamed of
Create a mean buzz
Slick C R E A M and show my team love
You see us on B E T

Rockin' ice blue suits pardon the jewelery
Is the same fat kid from the ave of trinity
It's been around three years since my last LP
But it gets no better than this

Consecutive hits
You on some jealous ones envy shit
Competitive bitch
I got my enemies mapped out, no doubt

Take the leer jet to Cali, there's a party up at Shaqs house
You don't wanna compare counts, pull ya stash out
The ultraviolet from my ice will make you pass out
My niggas force black outs, shoot up ya skate key
You love to hate me

Pushin' the dope ass ride doin' a hundred-eighty
Yeah, gon' ride for you, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Gon' ride for you, gon' ride for you
Yeah, we gon' ride for you, we gon' ride for you
Yeah, we gon' ride for you, motherfuckin' gon' ride for you

Ha, yeah, everybody in the struggle, hold ya head, baby, uh
Yeah, Charli Rock ld, Big Surge, Big Frank, Big O
Huh, we gon' ride for you, best believe I'ma ride for you
Ha, ha, yeah I'm gon' ride for you, best believe we gon' ride for you

Terror squad, 9-8, new millennium
Joey Crack, realness
Tony Montana, yeah, what

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Perfect 10 - Lyrics - For the Ride Home - Josh Kelley

Title: Perfect 10
Album: For the Ride Home
Artist: Josh Kelley
Composer(s): Josh Kelley

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Lyric:
Hey perfect ten
Did you stop to check him out?
Hey perfect ten
Did you leave him any doubt?
You know you're on your way
You can feel it in your bones
You know there'll be a day
This will make you feel alone

So don't forget
The days we wrestled on the phone
Don't forget
The way you liked to sing along
Don't forget
The way you make me feel at home
At home when I'm alone
Home when I'm alone

Hey perfect ten
Did you find your lovely place?
Hey perfect ten
Did they make your lovely face?
Reflection hurts your soul
You can feel it in your bones
You know there'll be a day
This will make you feel alone

So don't forget
The days we wrestled on the phone
Don't forget
The way you liked to sing along
Don't forget
The way you make me feel at home, at
Who hides the key when you're with me?
Who spends the days when you're not free?

So don't forget
The days we wrestled on the phone
Don't forget
The way you liked to sing along
Don't forget
The way you make me feel at home
At home when I'm alone
When I'm feeling gone
When I need you most
You make me feel at home

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Home Of The Brave - Lyrics - Killer Mike

Title: Home Of The Brave
Artist: Killer Mike
Composer(s): Michael Render, Brian Loving, Marcello Valenzano, Andre Lyon, Maurice Gibb, Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb

Lyric:
Yeah, it's going all the way down

Aquemeni records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun
Just because your wearing a Braves' jersey
Doesn't mean we on the same team you playin' on bitch
Cool and Dre on the track, run it

Since last heard I'm still Randy Moss
And I still catch a beat runnin' when it's tossed
And often light green kiss my ass to coffin
Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths and

Cut the bull then I'm seven deuce Impala whore dance
Ambidexterious juggle pretty girls and they friendly fifty friends
Hit Jamaica rollin' papers turning up spotta Benz
City corners I've been in a deuce double O three Benz

I'm sittin' on those dubs twins
I'm from the city where kiddies ride on dope rims
It's where niggaz snap shot and they ain't takin' pictures mista
I'm well equipped to hit ya', same birthday as Hitler, I'll getcha

Hey we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

We rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

I got a Tahoe and a Tahoe
She work out fit like Taebo
Get my findy Air Force Ones
Shit wait I'm so old

Last one to Louie Fitoine skins on my timbo's
Gettin' blown in a limo, that's my MO
Roll next presidential, get a pistol to your temple
I'll let it faint, leave your brain lingering in limbo
Southern fried that's how I ride, creed on simple

Kill 'em all let God separate good from evil
You fagots do it for glory
Y'all's just do it for my people
I'm grand national built beautiful and legal

Hey we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

We rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

A town down Braves started cap from the land of the made
Ain't no hard atrap after debts of the dungeon
We livin' artifacts where niggaz rip chickens
Talk bricks, keep an artist strapped

Flame throwers got us hot in the spot
Wreckin' these dog tails through red dog stripe
It's like all hell, block cells, make bail and it's back
To these crooks and cakes jumpin' at next cell

What you know about the way the whales
Kiss it your body scaled
I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail
Then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty-ones

We produce many guns, we spittin' at anyones
Disrespect my little bows
And I'll cock and explode up
Take me to the grave, grave, home of the brave

Hey we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

We rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

So slums, so sleigh, nigga I'm straight ducked
You can ask my baby's mother she'll tell you niggaz shit
He the type to fuck a bitch
Rob that bitch's baby brother

And I'm the type to rip ya bitch leave the shit up
Under your covers from[Incomprehensible] blessing from sin
New recrutes we in it again, rap so hard we flippin' again
Walkin' dubs on the Benz

One, two, crack fiend
Three on boys street jeans
Four full blown hit the scene
Five like trap [Incomprehensible]

Like a thick hoe in sassy jeans
Rub her right she'll cream
Fuck her right moan and scream
Killer kill out on [Incomprehensible]

Swervin', servin', bouncin' the buttons
Like 5 5 9 truck somethin'
Two glock nines round dumpin'
Round my hip strap ain't jumpin'

Keep my bitch dunkin' somethin'
Be outlawed bangin' 'em down for bustin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Adamsville, Thomasville, my Tennisville, Summerville
Pittusberg, the bluff, Zion

Hey we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we rep that A
A T L A N T A state of G A
G A G A home of the brave
Home of the brave G A G A
Home of the brave

[Incomprehensible]
The bluff again, West side
East Atlanta y'all see it
You were born in the greatset mid 70's and late 80's

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Off Wit His Head - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Off Wit His Head
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Christopher Rios, J Smith

Lyric:
I don't give a fuck, till I die, I'ma live it up
Hit 'em up, nigga what? What? Nigga what?
Better watch yo' ass 'fore I pull the choppers out the stash
And helicopter yo' ass, about a block and a half

'Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz, till I'm high with my niggaz
Where you at, Prop?

Ai yo, it's off with his head
Let the bloodshed, 'cause all my thug sons'll bust lead
Yo, I rep like one of the best, my mac numbin' your flesh
They on tracks but they runnin' from death
Who fuckin' respect, yo dog, I'm the youngest to rep
Comin' correct, niggaz know I blow my gun in a sec

'Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz till I'm high with my niggaz
What the deal, Twin?

Yeah baby, ai yo, it's off with his head
Slap the shit out the devil and tear his horns off his head
Ai yo, it's almost over, few months we all gon' know Jehovah
Till then I'ma keep the steel in the shoulder holster
I ain't ready to die, bury me alive
But if my nigga got beef, we goin' together tonight

'Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz till I'm high with my niggaz
What you say, Twin?

Ai yo, it's off with his head
Left a body stiff and dead with the infrared
It's hard to survive, [Incomprehensible] armor hold this tribe
And takin' niggaz lives, so what, they tryin' take mine
What I'm supposed to do? Let shit slide like I was close to you
This murder I write, pushin' a hearse, let me chauffeur you

'Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz till I'm high with my niggaz
What the deal, son?

Ai yo, it's off with his head
Nigga, I was born in the fuckin' Dawn of the Dead
I always got my Dunn like I always got my gun
Fresh out the box, oiled and cocked, Glock 21
Once I have a gun to pop, I ain't gon' stop till I'm done
So either call the cops, or bust a shot, nigga, uh

'Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz till I'm high with my niggaz
Hold me down Pros'

Ai yo, it's off with his head
Put that nigga to sleep and make a coffin' his bed
I come from rough times where niggaz bust 9's and be like fuck rhymes
And puff dimes, slippin' on front lines and lust crimes
You better trust mines, I'm down for the 'cause
Gimme a round of applause and hear the sound of the 4's

'Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz till I'm high with my niggaz
What the deal, kid?

Ai yo, it's off with his head
Cock the lead redecorate the crib burgundy red
Ai yo, I never front, I want whatever nigga let's dump
Whoever want it gonna get lift with the pump
I mention I'm dumb, my trigger finger fittin' to jump
Got the whole left side of my face twitchin' and stuff

'Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz till I'm high with my niggaz
Take us home, Dunn

Ai yo, it's off with his head
He ain't really want it so he lost it instead
Picture me rollin like 'Pac in the drop
My style too hot to figure out
Oh Lord, please don't make me put this nigga out
My trigger shout through your area code
The scary explos', your click get, leary of foes

'Cause I'ma ride for my niggaz, die for my niggaz
Puff lye with my niggaz till I'm high with my niggaz
Now it's on Twin, now it's on Twin
Yeah, now it's on Twin

Terror Squad, Big Pun, The Don, Armageddeon
Prospect, Triple Seis, Cuban Link, Terror Squad

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