40 - From The Ground Up - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - From The Ground Up
Artist: E
Composer(s): Len Ron Hanks, Arnold Mcculler, Cedric R Hailey, Joel Lamonte Hailey, Todd Shaw, Anthony Banks, Zane Grey, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
Testin', testin'
It's game orienfested, size sixes vested
K-Cizee, JoJo, that boy Too Sheezee, Todd Shaw
And Earl Stevens, AKA, Charlie Hustle
Hey Todd, you on? Am I on?

The foundation was laid several years ago
I built a whole empire in your stereo
Got a four leaf clover representin' the Bay
Oakland, Frisco, Vallejo, and EPA

We keep the shit together, let's keep it that way
From Sacramento all the way to San Jose
We in a new era for ten years you made hits
So what's up E-Feezi? We still the shit, beotch

How you think I got this pot belly, overnight?
Shet a nigga was hungry, I had an appetite
Just like a lie to my people that's caught up in the struggle
Motherfuckers tryin' to bubble, niggaz tired of slangin'

Barney Rubble, gettin' in trouble and fuckin' up
Parole got me makin' my kids piss in a cup
It's cold, that's why I got a few bucks, I put up
From sellin' greens, investing in some vending machines
From the ground up

We started with nothing from nothing we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us from the bottom we started
We started with nothing from nothing we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us from the ground on up

From the ground up, here go some details
This verse right here was made, said strictly for the females
Don't y'all know it's time for y'all to blow up like Napalm
Instead of sellin' Tupperware and Avon

Get your business license, go on and put the peas in the pot
Tell your baby to get your baby daddy to buy you a nail shop
Or a beauty saloon, since he come to be the biggest tycoon
With methamphetamine laughs and heroin balloons

Six police pulled me over laid a nigga on the ground
Searched my car real good I know you know what they found
I had the trunk, full of that junk, X-Rated lyrics, laced with the funk

No doubt, I was just about to flood the streets
Big boxes full of tapes with them dope fiend beats
Two white boy groupies, mad as hell
Black men makin' mail, couldn't take him to jail

We started with nothing from nothing we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us from the bottom we started
We started with nothing from nothing we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us from the ground on up

I spent sixteen hundred makin' born to mack
Used my niggaz gold ropes and his Cadillac
I was broke to start with, didn't give a fuck
Couldn't tell me Short Dawg wasn't comin' up

When motherfuckers roll by bumpin' your stuff
It makes you feel good like when you bust a nut
Now I'm a millionaire and can't get enough
Forty tell em how it is way too tough, Short Dawg

When I first started rappin', motherfuckers would cap
That nigga fake he sound like Woody Pecker on crack
Niggaz, would laugh and say, "I rap too fast way back then"
But now I be catchin' all kind of motherfuckers tryin' to sneak
My little old style in

And that's a compliment 'cause I ain't trippin' on the money
What about the money? What about the money?
Ask me, sheeit, I think there's enough money up in this bitch
For all of us, we can Sasquatch pimp the system without a doubt
All we gotta be is 'bout our paper route

We started with nothing from nothing we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us from the bottom we started
We started with nothing from nothing we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us from the ground on up

That's real, Too Sheezee, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli
K-Ci and my nigga, JoJo
We all come from the ground up, beaotch

Right from the bottom to the top from the ground up we never stop
Right from the bottom to the top, we never stop
Right from the bottom to the top from the ground up we never stop
Right from the bottom to the top, we never stop

Never stop, no we will never stop, baby
We will never stop, we will, we will never stop
We will never stop from the ground up, from the ground up
From the ground up, no, from the ground up, from the ground up
From the bottom to the top, baby, baby baby baby baby, baby, baby

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Testify - Lyrics - Meat Loaf

Title: Testify
Artist: Meat Loaf
Composer(s): Kevin Griffin

Lyric:
Ooh, come a little closer it's a feeling that I can't deny
I was weak, but I never thought I'd speak about the darker side
Ooh, is that a tent? I could repent upon the side of the road
Oh, but I kept on going yeah I headed for another load

I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Ohh, I testify

I was laid upon the grave by a preacher's hand I cannot lie
And, I forsake the many vows I made to be with you tonight
Oh, could you be the salvation 'cause I never felt like this before
And, could you lend me your hand, because I'm falling back on the floor

I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Ohh, I testify

I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Ohh, I testify

On a road outside of nowhere, in the middle of the night
Well I guess I hit rock bottom and the dawn was not in sight
And a tempest made of fire, onset the sky aglow
And a sweet young thing called out my name

And this is how it goes
She says
Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?

Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?
Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?

Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?
Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?

I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify

Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify

Ohh, every cut that heals reveals a scar that you can never hope to hide
Oh, and all the pain that you restrain keeps on building up deep inside
Ooh, you think you're above it then it's you my friend that I implore
You've got to walk before you run, see the night before dawn
Before you pull yourself off the floor

I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Ohh, I testify

Up from the ground, yeah
I testify

Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify

Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Ohh, I testify

Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Ohh, I testify

Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Ohh, I testify

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Forgotten - Lyrics - Hybrid Theory - Linkin Park

Title: Forgotten
Album: Hybrid Theory
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Chester Bennington, Dave Farrell, Mike Shinoda, Rob Bourdon, Brad Delson, Joseph Hahn, Mark Wakefield

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Lyric:
From the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop
At the core I?ve forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the picture's there
The memory won't escape me, but why should I care?

From the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop
At the core I?ve forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the picture's there
The memory won't escape me, but why should I care?

Theres a place so dark you can't see the end
Skies cock back and shock that which can't defend
The rain then sends dripping, acidic questions, forcefully
The power of suggestion, then with the eyes shut

Looking through the rust and rot and dust
A small spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
And the eyes ease open and it's dark again

From the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop
At the core I?ve forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the picture's there
The memory won't escape me, but why should I care?

In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly, until the sun rises up

Moving all around, screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound the wheels go round
And the sunset creeps behind street lamps
Chain link and concrete

A little piece of paper with a picture drawn
Floats on down the street till the wind is gone
And the memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper's crumpled up, it can?t be perfect again

From the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop
At the core I?ve forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the picture's there
The memory won't escape me, but why should I care?

From the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop
At the core I?ve forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the picture's there
The memory won't escape me, but why should I care?

In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly, until the sun rises up

Now you got me caught in the act, you bring the thought back
I'm telling you that, I see it right through you

Now you got me caught in the act, you bring the thought back
I'm telling you that, I see it right through you
Now you got me caught in the act, you bring the thought back
I'm telling you that, I see it right through you

Now you got me caught in the act, you bring the thought back
I'm telling you that, I see it right through you
Now you got me caught in the act, you bring the thought back
I'm telling you that, I see it right through you

Now you got me caught in the act, you bring the thought back
I'm telling you that, I see it right through you
Now you got me caught in the act, you bring the thought back
I'm telling you that, I see it right through you

In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly, until the sun rises up
In the memory, you will find me, eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly, until the sun rises up

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Downset - Lyrics - Downset

Title: Downset
Artist: Downset
Composer(s): Chris Lee, Rogelio Hernandez Lozano, James Morris, Roger Ramirez, Roy Z Brian Neal Schwager

Lyric:
Well, I'm doing this from that place
Where the young bodies stick to the bluest of blue skies
A child grown quick kicking it with an ice-pick
Age of 8 Babyface straight-up scared to die

Seen 1 little, 2 little, 3 little homicides
Kids don't rank so they shank in front of baby eyes
Bullet-scarred, prison-barred
The one time's got my face to the ground, they want me down

Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Downset at the bottom! Coming up from the slum!
Down! Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Down! Down! Down!

Bronze complexion, converse and khakis
Enough for the fuss of a Crash to straight jack me
Brotha, brotha, brotha, how you make 'em get down?
Systematic static can't stifle the set's sound

Jack for the mic and I'll still get it going on
Making my statement with a Fatcap and Krylon
Pee-ping my voice from the L.A. underground
The plan from the man is to demand they keep me down

Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Downset at the bottom! Coming up from the slum!
Down! Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Down! Down! Down they got me, down!

Got ya, got ya, yeah, you know, I straight ya
Reveal to heal in our sectarian obstacles
Wipe the dirt off the eyes of the hate child
Damn with the program imposed since the juvenile

Shit is so thick that you don't want to deal with it
Set's got heart to consist like an activist
Ain't going to live in comfort while shit gets words
I got the voice of the voiceless and life comes first

So what you're gonna do? What you're gonna do?
What you're gonna do when the shit comes down on you?
The set's gonna be down, yeah, you know like we've always been
The ghetto survivors got no soldier extinction

The man ain't down with multi-ethic ethics
Division is wicked and Downset ain't with it
My word is my fire for life and love is the sound
You gotta kill me to silence me, fool, you can't keep me down

Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Downset at the bottom! Freedom in a cage
Down! Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Down! Down! Down!

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Frgt/10 - Lyrics - Reanimation - Linkin Park

Title: Frgt/10
Album: Reanimation
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Chester Charl Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, Brad Delson, Dave Farrell, Joseph Hahn, Mike Shinoda, Mark Wakefield

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Lyric:
From the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop
At the core I've forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the picture's there
The memory won't escape me

We're stuck in a place so dark, you can hardly see
The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe
And as the rain drips acidic questions around me
I block out the sight of the powers that be

And duck away into the darkness, times up
I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut
So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend
And the eyes ease open and it's dark again

From the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop
At the core I've forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the picture's there
The memory won't escape me but why should I care?

In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly until the sun rises up

Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs
I'm nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around
Watchin' the wheels of cars that pass, I look past
To the last of the light and the long shadows it casts

A window grows, captures the eye
And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by
And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box
Inside a building of rock with antennas on top

Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain
The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game
And while the inside's changed, the box stays the same
And the figure inside could bear anybodys name

The memories I keep are from a time like then
I put on my paper so I could come back to them
Someday, I'm hoping to close my eyes and pretend
That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again

Yo, from the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop
At the core I've forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety, the picture's there
The memory won't escape me

I'm here at this podium talking the ceremonial offerings
Dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
What's happening? City governments are eternally napping
Trapped in greedy covenants, causing urban collapsing

Bullets that scar souls with dark holds, get more than
Your car stole, some hearts be blacker than charcoal
For real, this society's deprivation depends
Not on our differences but the separation within

No preparation is made, limited aid and minimum wage
Living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid
Tragedy within a parade, the darkness overspreads
Like a permanent plague, I'm the forgotten

In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly until the sun rises up

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From The Bottom Of My Broken Heart - Lyrics - ...Baby One More Time - Britney Spears

Title: From The Bottom Of My Broken Heart
Album: ...Baby One More Time
Artist: Britney Spears
Composer(s): Eric Foster White

Lyric:
"Never look back", We said
How was I to know I'd miss you so?
Loneliness up ahead, emptiness behind
Where do I go?

And you didn't hear all my joy through my tears
All my hopes through my fears
Did you know?
Still I miss you somehow

From the bottom of my broken heart
There's just a thing or two I'd like you to know
You were my first love, you were my true love
From the first kisses to the very last rose

From the bottom of my broken heart
Even though time may find me somebody new
You were my real love, I never knew love 'til there was you
From the bottom of my broken heart

"Baby," I said, "Please stay"
Give our love a chance for one more day, oh
We could have worked things out
Taking time is what love's all about

But you put a dart
Through my dreams, through my heart
And I'm back where I started again, yeah
Never thought it would end

From the bottom of my broken heart
There's just a thing or two I'd like you to know
You were my first love, you were my true love
From the first kisses to the very last rose

From the bottom of my broken heart
Even though time may find me somebody new
You were my real love, I never knew love 'til there was you
From the bottom of my broken heart

You promised yourself but to somebody else
And you made it so perfectly clear
Still I wish you were here now

From the bottom of my broken heart
There's just a thing or two I'd like you to know
You were my first love, you were my true love
From the first kisses to the very last rose

From the bottom of my broken heart
Even though time may find me somebody new
You were my real love, I never knew love 'til there was you
From the bottom of my broken heart

"Never look back," We said
How was I to know I'd miss you so?

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Balls Out - Lyrics - Hefty Fine - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Balls Out
Album: Hefty Fine
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): M Stigliano, J Franks

Lyric:
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick

I don't give a shit about celebrity
But motherfuckers did ya happen to see who's here? Me
The bottom feeder at the top of the food chain
Frontin' from the back of the line on some dud named

After car parts that as fast as a spark hitting gas
Starts a fire gets wired from barbs that
Cut like a jalapeno popper fart
Burnin' up an asshole that once riped apart

Punched hard but it ain't like I ever cared if I went
Too far as stitches left scars from more clowns bent
Outta shape than the cirque de soleil ever had so
Though he throws his weight around he's still in my shadow

In the dark so he doesn't know his girl remarked that I make her
Laugh on the inside but I can hear it later
With my dick as her other cunt gets screwed
In the process I got to get hot chicks nude

The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches

Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up

Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick

Thanks to you bitches I got more screams
Than David Arquette's resume what that means
Is my job involves getting' mobbed like John Gotti
Dressed to kill like I'm Gianni Versace

But I gotta be so when a gimp limps back for more
In a huff like that fat kid that had to sit out for
Every gym class due to his asthma that wore
One correctional shoe but still passed that I swore

I spotted at the smorgasbord sprintin' for seconds
That I reckon ain't as sloppy as the leftovers gettin'
Me clocked by blocked cock pissed my tryst with his missus
Got her panties in a bunch just like his is

That my face between her legs because that could be
What convinced this dick getting' hard I'm a pussy
But if that were my name I would have autographed her breasts with
Motherfuckin' dollar signs instead of S's

The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches

Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up

Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up

Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up

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Dr. Dooom'S In The Room - Lyrics - Dr. Dooom

Title: Dr. Dooom'S In The Room
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

Lyric:
Yeah, for the motherfuckin' 2000
In this mother
Straight from Houston, Tex
The motherfuckin' Dr. Dooom

I'm shuttin' rappers down like guiliani shut down strip clubs
Turnin' your fake gangster hardcore stories
Into some Mickey Mouse, Teletubbies shit
Y'all niggaz need to quit, stop pullin' your silicone tits

And this city is my town
Don't even fuckin' tryin' to say a fly rhyme
I'm holdin' possessions you don't own
And your cellular phone don't even fuckin' roam

Y'all got the nerve to be standin' in the hot rap zone
Against somethin' you can't afford
Rappers be soundin' bored at the show
I need to start pullin' your bitch-ass fuckin' extension cord

Suckers be fakers, ATM pullin' frauds
I'm sendin' two men, out to boo men
Quick to get to y'all niggaz like Western Union
I'm comin' like the fax machine

I pour it on your whole team
Y'all niggaz ain't got time to scheme
I'm out to shatter your fuckin' rap dreams
Top to bottom, any angle, whatever your bullshit mind think

Your words gon' tangle
Sound like shit on a tascan mix
A bunch of y'all tracks need to be fixed
Professionally, you sound like the dog toto

When I see Flex, I'ma ask him
Why he playin' a lot of records from a bunch of homos
With feminine vocals
I catch niggaz when clubs are packed, rubbin' elbows

Tryin' to whisper shit in ugly bitches earlobes
Dr. Dooom callin' wack niggaz houses from the Radisson hotel room
Penthouse suites, bitch niggaz get 911 beeps
I'm always hearin' more softest MC's talk shit about the streets

Fuck your seedy impression of pain
Ninety-nine percent of your shit was normal
One percent sound strange
A&R's be suckin' a lot of dick
And spreadin' they ass cheeks to get the hits

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up

You couldn't rap with me if we was twins stuck together
You be the deformed one, catchin' the warm one
I pay a crack head five dollars
To fuck up your million dollar marketing plan

With a brand new sub-machine gun
And a hot dog, on a Yankee stadium bun
First class rates, hire wall street messengers
To move your antique rap styles in milk crates

Special delivery for all you motherfuckers
Sportin' hard boots with ashey faces tryin' to get with me
Y'all suckers is amateurs, gettin' fucked up the assholes
By the top worst managers

On the publishin' deal, wipe my condoms off your Ampex reels
No games to be played, you lookin' fuckin' jiggy
MC's with collared shirts and shoes tryin' to duplicate biggie
No matter where, you only got one pair

Alligators don't match with them fuckin' flares
Who's doin' your dress code, some old stank bitch
With mascara touchin' up your face on the road
You feelin' healthier, your rap audience

Is only New Pork to Philadelphia
Baltimore never even heard your fuckin' metaphor
Shut the fuck up, put your buck up, look at the dicks you suck up
Maximum ass thoughts, you fuckin' get crushed

Like the five o'clock train rush, sweaty as a motherfucker
The best rapper can lick my ass
I make your girl pick me up lick my sperm in your E-class
Leave my diapers moist in the back seat of your rolls Royce
Stop your whole organization on park avenue and start laughin' at you

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

You ain't the top rap in the country
New jacks, you shoulda knew that
From experience, you couldn't write from the beginnin'
Bookin' studio time, with some scramblin' concert shit on your mind

Who's crowd, the blues feel my news
Accurately in New York City
There's a thousand motherfuckers tryin' to rap and look pretty
Save it for David

Take that motherfuckin' rented ride back to Avis
When it come to rap I'm the big motherfucker on the pay list
Ridin' the Amtrak, lookin' at Billboard
You need to be hung on a steel cord

Sittin' next to a Doberman, shit in Harlem
Any poodles on the mic, we gon' stop 'em
I'm in the dressin' room with the average bitch
Lookin' like halle berry, rubbin' my nuts

My fingers all up in her guts
Watchin' Monday night football with my dick all up in her butt
MC's stand away when I pull out my mitt put your hand away
Most of these fake hard rappers never seen the projects

Live in fuckin' pesquateway
Scared, palm that away
Why don't you bastards move back in the metro area
The Marriott is the spot

Where the prostitutes lick your Rolex watch
Left you naked out with your stomach out
Hangin' out with cocaine on the dresser
With a Puerto Rican girl with HIV from park chester

You sniffin' that shit again
Souped up from the neck up from the butt crack up
You need a fuckin' checkup

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

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Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well - Lyrics - Haughty Melodic - Mike Doughty

Title: Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well
Album: Haughty Melodic
Artist: Mike Doughty
Composer(s): Mike Doughty, Dan Wilson

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Lyric:
That Cuban girl that brought me low
She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now
Her mouth was wide and sweet as well
And now relentless hours of dreaming up her smell

I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well

Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down, beat it

Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to

Oh all the days that I have run
I sought to lose that cloud that?s blacking out the sun
My train will come, some one day soon
And when it comes I?ll ride it bound from night to noon

I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well

Aimless days, uncool ways of decathecting
Painless phase, blacked out thoughts, you'll be rejecting

Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down, beat it

Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to

Let's get down to business now

I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well, beat it

Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down, beat it

Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to

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We Are The Ones - Lyrics - The Coup

Title: We Are The Ones
Artist: The Coup
Composer(s): Boots Riley

Lyric:
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Once upon a time when crack was gold
And hip-hop was not yet platinum sold
I scoured the streets for stacks to fold
My mood like my hair was relaxed and blowed

I hated police and my teachers were beasts
My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice
The one university, I knew the deal
So I cooked it, bagged it, put it on sale

Now philosophically you'd be opposed
To one inhaling coke via mouth or the nose
But economically I would propose
That you go eat a dick as employment froze

And I felt like an abandoned child
Left to fend for myself in the wild
While every courtroom, judge and gavel
Were there to bury me under the gravel

Or at the bottom of the finest malt ale
Observe, you'll find without fail
That in every neighborhood and penitentiary
There exists many others who are similar to me and

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

In later years I lost some peers
Who mixed burners with Belvedere
And took shots from gung-ho cashiers
The world was cold yet hell was near

So I seek for a kilo
And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo
A street C.E.O.
There was all of this hell well and not one hero

The intensity was fortified
As I clenched five digits on the forty-five
Barely down at the retail store, I would detail more
But I don't wish this action to be glorified

There was a plan I was eager to listen
To not sleep in the park in the fetal position
Having to wipe off canine fecal emission
Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission

It's an equal division and then we go to prison
Which is a little decision
All I wanted was a Regal to glisten
And my kids would have meat in the kitchen
And complete ammunition
It's a given once the people are driven that

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

We are born from the mildew, the rust, the heathenous lust
The dreams in the dust, the evidence flushed
The grieving is just, they're thieving from us
Insulted and cussed, this evening we bust

Appears unstable and under the table
We like free speech but we love free cable
We're taught from the cradle, the Bill Gates fable
Which leads to high speeds in Buick LeSables

We have no excuses just great alibis
And poker faces you can't analyze
Our politicians sell our soul and our cries
With blood on their hands, they can't sanitize

We're the have-nots but we're also the gon'-gets
Not just talkin' 'bout the Lex with the chrome kits
You can get that by yourself with the four-fifth
Let's all own shit then toast with Patron hits

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

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Z - Say Hello - Lyrics - American Gangster - Jay

Title: Z - Say Hello
Album: American Gangster
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): T Brocker, Shawn Carter, Aldrin Davis

Lyric:
It's that Roc-A-Fella music, soulful

Say hello to the bad guy, they say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

They say I'm a bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

I ain't playin', life's short so I aim
I ain't waiting for life to start portrayin' em
It's twice as hard to get a job as payin' 'em
So I ain't payin' attention to what you're sayin'

Raindrops keep fallin' on my brain
Constant in the drop, all flames
I'm so hot even if the weather change
I don't have no top, I'm insane

'Member dark-skinned Jermaine
Who swayed in the rain, we sorta kinda the same
'Cept, I'm no lame and you gonna know my name
Before I go the world gon' feel my pain

They sayin', I'm a bad guy, why's that?
'Cause when my back's against the wall, nigga I react
Secretly though, I know you admire that
You wish you had the balls to fire back
Say hello, uh uh, hello, uh uh
You wish you had the balls to fire back

Say hello to the bad guy, they say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

They say I'm a bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

I ain't no ordinary nigga
Look around, this ain't what ordinary gets ya
Extraordinary figures, I'm an extraordinary nigga

Before my name became Jigga
Before I sang I had that thang on slippers
Can't complain 'bout what they ain't gon' give ya
That ain't gon' get ya shit, might as well give up

Or get up, get out and get somethin' nigga
Get a job my nigga or get to dumpin'
Only God can judge him, only he without sin
Tell me if my means justified my ends

'Til then, I'm just gon' fly in the Benz
Wire my friends through Western Union
Shh, suprisin', my system knockin'
Here comes the bad guy again
Say hello, uh uh, hello, uh uh, hello
Uh, here comes the bad guy again

Say hello to the bad guy, they say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

They say I'm a bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't
Let me tell you what I ain't

We ain't thugs for the sake of just bein' thugs
Nobody do that where we grew at, nigga duh
The poverty line we not above
So I come to mask and gloves 'cause we ain't feelin' the love

We ain't doin' crime for the sake of doin' crimes
We movin' dimes 'cause we ain't doin' fine
One out of three of us is locked up doin' time
You know what this type of shit can do to a nigga moms

My mind on my money, money on my mind
If you owe me ten dollars you ain't givin' me nine
Y'all ain't give me 40 acres and a mule
So I got my glock 40 now I'm cool

And if Al Sharpton is speakin' for me
Somebody give him the word and tell him I don't approve
Tell him I remove the curses
If you tell me our schools gon' be perfect
When Jena Six don't exist
Tell him that's when I'll stop sayin' bitch, bitch

Say hello to the bad guy, they say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

They say I'm a bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

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Tear It Up - Lyrics - Young Jeezy

Title: Tear It Up
Artist: Young Jeezy
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Tracy Sewell, Renaldo Whitman

Lyric:
Jeezy? What up?
Where you at?
Shit, I'm in the hood where you
Think I'm at man you know, shit

Still comin' over?
Ay man, what I tell you earlier man, I'll be through there man
Mmm, I've been waitin' for you since you left me
S-s-s, that's how you feel? Yeah

Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on

So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs

I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy up

Got one baby mama, no bitch, no wife
Like pac, ya need a thug in your life, yeah
A young nigga to straight come through and beat it up
Let yo man be the freak, he can eat it up

Shorty got that fire she ain't let me down yet, nope
Got a Aquafina flow, call it wet, wet, damn
Baby good with her mouth, says the right things
Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things

If she a bad bitch, y'all ready know
Face like Trina and an ass like Jacki-o, ohh
Got a gangsta on a mission, mission
Best believe I know all the right positions, that's right

She like it slow from the front, fast from the back, back
Put the pound game on her, hit her from the back
I'm young and thuggin', I don't give a fuck
He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up

Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on

So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs

I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy up

Me and shawty in the coop, Lord knows she's a star, star
For some strange reason she likes to do it in the car, damn
She ain't the type that be runnin' her mouth, nope
So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come to the house, hey

Let her play matter wit slick, when we in the bedroom
She like to play with the stick, yeah
I know just how to handle her, how?
No amateur baby, I got stamina, yeah

Jeezy in the deck, now she grindin' to the beat, beat
Legs vibratin', now she messin' up my sheets, ha haa
Got a fistful of hair and a fistful of ass, ass
She came first, I came last, roll the grass, hey

Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on

So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs

I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy up

We pull bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side
'Cuz real players, keep reserves when it's clutch time
Matter fact, my bottom bitch love to ride pine
She know when daddy leave the block, that it's cut time

I'm in the trenches, gettin' riches wit my comrades
We fold hoes up, like slacks in the player path
Pretty skin, silky hair, plus that ass fat, uh huh
Fresh kicks on your feet, ya I'm diggin' that

Slick consako, yo boys slingin' wood bitch
You want that straight drop dick
Come to the hood bitch
I like to scout them ghetto hoes up in 20 grand

'Cuz them the ones be wit that freaky shit man
Two drinks, three beans, now she rollin' man
The tool in her throat, I'm just tonsil patrollin' man
True pro's with this shit, we ain't new jacks
We drill hoes and switch 'em up like fitted caps

Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on

So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs

I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy up

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Cashed In - Lyrics - Pulley

Title: Cashed In
Artist: Pulley
Composer(s): Tyler Rebbe, Scott Radinsky, Jordan Lieberman, James Paul Iii Cherry, Mike Harder

Lyric:
For what it's worth, I've walked miles
And I've seen the sun go down
I played my share of dues
And yet you still want to put me down

Started on the bottom so tell me
Why am I here again
It was at my expense
Now you're cashing in

Cashed in

Make way for the boys in your town today
Dig in your pockets, they've got a lot to say
Look up on the wall
I'll have some shirts for sale

Another week has passed
Can you keep up with the brand new scene
The music's changing
With the constant tapping of my feet

Play it faster, play it slower
You still don't know
The music's not so important to you
It's what you're makin' off the show

Cashed in

Cashed in

Starting from the bottom
Starting from the bottom again
Starting from the bottom
Starting from the bottom again

Starting from the bottom
From the bottom again
Starting from the bottom
From the bottom again

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Everyday - Lyrics - Everyday - Dave Matthews Band

Title: Everyday
Album: Everyday
Artist: Dave Matthews Band
Composer(s): Dave Matthews, Glen Ballard

Lyric:
Pick me up, love!
(Pick me up, love)
Hey, how long, how long, how long
(Everyday)
Everyday

Pick me up, oh, from the bottom
Up to the top, love, everyday
Pay no mind to taunts or advances
I take my chances on everyday

Left to right
Up and down, love
I push up love, love everyday

Jump in the mud, oh
Get your hands dirty with
Love it up oh everyday

All you need is
All you want is
All you need is love

All you need is
What you want is
All you need is love

Everyday
Everyday
Oh, everyday

Pick me up, love, from the bottom
Up onto the top, love, everyday
Pay no mind to taunts or advances
I'm gonna take my chances on everyday

Left to right
Up and up and inside out right
Good love fight for everyday

Jump in the mud, mud
Get your hands filthy, love
Give it up, love, everyday

All you need is
All you want is
All you need is love

All you need is
What you want is
All you need is love, ooo

What you've got
Lay it down on me
What you've got
Lay it down on me

All you need is
All you want is
All you need is love

All you need is
What you want is
All you need is love, ooo

Everyday
Everyday
Oh, everyday

(Pick me up love)
Pick me up love
Lift me up love
(Everyday)
Pick me up love
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Everyday

Pick me up love
Lift me up love
(Hello, hello)
Pick me up love
(Everyday)
Everyday

(C'mon, c'mon, love)
Pick me up love
Lift me up love
Pick me up love
Everyday

(Up from the bottom)
Pick me up love
(Everyday)
Lift me up love
(Up on, up on to the top love)
Pick me up love
(Everyday)
Everyday

Pick me up love
(Everyday)
Lift me up love
Pick me up love
Everyday
(Every, everyday)

Pick me up love
Lift me up love
(Everyday)
Pick me up love
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Everyday
(Everyday)

Pick me up love
Lift me up love
Pick me up love
Everyday

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Built This City - Lyrics - Diplomatic Immunity - Diplomats

Title: Built This City
Album: Diplomatic Immunity
Artist: Diplomats
Composer(s): Cameron Giles, L James, Joseph A. Jones, Dennis Lambert, Martin George Page, Justin Gregory Smith, Bernie Taupin, Peter Wolf

Lyric:
We built this city, we built this city
We built this city, we built this city on rock

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

Ay yo, my dipset Taliban
We on these streets like the wars on them streets of Afghanistan
Better yet of Pakistan to America, Harlem's our cater
Any problems I spray her that can startle the mayor

But in this 50-block radius let's get the rock and shave the shit
Or get the glock and blaze the shit
Bitches get the cock and savor it
They say Jim Jones the capo my favorite

'Cause some of this shit my city wasn't built up over
Drugs and money, some shit you get killed up over
Slumped on your wheel, straight tilt it over
Trust me dogs, I seen it in peril, niggaz wasted and painted
And seen on the mural
(That's Harlem)

In this apple of mine is rhyme, clap up your shines
Pop shots that will crack up your minds
And cop rocks and cook that crack up to dimes
New York City, the capital of crime

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

Now once again it's Santana the Great
I built this city on hammers and weight
Gasoline, rope, bandannas and tape
Lots of fiends, lots of coke being handed away

You know, the usual
Shut 'em down, set up show, how we usually do
Cut 'em down, hit the block man, we moving through
Diplomats is the strongest force

On and off the court we ballers more than sports
We built this city from ground zero
To spitting the pound zero, brown pistol
At ya get down kicka, yeah, this is from the ground up nigga

So get your weight and your pounds up nigga
'Cause when it's beef my homies mound up quicker
Fit the pound much quicker, lay you down much quicker
You never been approached by Golden Eagles
Vultures that will scope and feed you, no court just leave you
Shit you know

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

It's like what I wouldn't do for a buck
My enemies can't rest in peace Jones, you see they funerals up
New gangstas in the city bitch, ring the alarm
All y'all hoes bow down, kiss the ring of a don

It's about to get real big playa, humongous
Stacked money so long 'til it grew fungus
We was gon' let you live 'til you threw punches
Now we got to get critical and we got to get rid of you

And we the most talked about, the most popular
We live by the codes, we the Dipset mafia
You never know who's watching ya
You never know who's plotting to pop at ya

We focused like a pair of binoculars
I'm 'bout to get gritty
M-5 CLK's garage look like Alphabet City
And I'm a hustler, I put cracks in communities

Cops can't touch me, got Diplomatic Immunity
Now try I'm guaranteed a million shipped in scam
If not, back to the block, ship some grams

If not, get with Cam, I got clips to lift a van, flip a van
Shit, they can kick the can
This cat think he sling 'cause he got a pinky ring
Rinky-dink diamonds, they don't even make your pinky bling

(We built this city)
And now I'm about to kill this city
(We built this city)
Cradle to 50, yeah I'm acting real seditty

(We built this city)
'Cause I collect mils and fifties
For real it's pretty and y'all gonna feel the pity
(We built this city on rock)
Dipset Bitch

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

We built this city
(On these blocks we hustle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(Turn bricks to whips)
We built this city on rock and roll
(On rock)

We built this city
(In the midst of the struggle)
We built this city on rock
(On rock)
We built this city
(From bottom to top)
We built this city
(Through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign)

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100 Million - Lyrics - 5 * Stunna - Birdman

Title: 100 Million
Album: 5 * Stunna
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): Marcello Anton Valenzano, J Jenkins, A Lyon, D Carter, W Roberts, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
This for the hood, this for the ghetto
This is for all them niggas gettin' that money
That Cash Money, that 100 million dollar money
Nigga, we got money, we the best

Ridin' big, gettin' mine
Two microwaves flip a brick at a time
Bandanna on the handle, ready for the whip
When I wear the whitest soft, watch it disappear

I disappear in the middle of the night
When I reappear bet the boss look so bright
Fo' life, dough boy
More strikes, oh boy

We ridin' low, gettin' high
80 round drum let ya know the time
When you see the Maybach, niggas know it's mine
Ridin' on the 24's, I'm ahead of my time

Watch a one of a kind, another one on my mind
Phone bill 4 grand 'cause ya ho on my line
In the hood, ho niggas act funny
Only real niggas really get to touch Cash Money

I've spent about 100 million dollars
100 million dollars, 100 million dollars
And I came from the ghetto
And I came from the ghetto

If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto

Every day a new whip hommie
So you know I gets my shine on
Flip after we flip hommie
So you know I gets my grind on

Birdman daddy, pullin' up in the brand new Cadi
Got money, livin' lavish, got bitches, shippin' baggage
Move them thangs, get them thangs, switch that lane
Get that chains, flip them thangs, get yo money, hommie do yo thang

See I got 'em like 10 times
Spend money got 'em like 10 times
Flip that got 'em like 10 times
Got money like 10 more times, nigga

I've spent about 100 million dollars
100 million dollars, 100 million dollars
And I came from the ghetto
And I came from the ghetto

If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto

I'm from the ghetto, the bottom, the hood, the slums
There's money out here, we just tryin' to get some
Cool like Dre, nigga, A like K
When ya talk about me you better watch what ya say

Don't ever keep them thangs where ya lay
'Cause them pussy ass niggas show the folks where ya stay
Ya thought he was ya dawg, he said he was a G
Sounds like another code offender to me

Niggas move sloppy and I really don't like it
Fuck around and get everybody indicted
Saw this shit comin', you woulda thought I was a psychic
Fuck around go dead broke tryin' to fight it

I-I-I allnight it, I everyday it
And when it comes to my dues I overpaid it
Rated hood bitch, bitch, I'm hood bitch
I ain't an asshole but I know some hood shit

I wish I would switch, I don't know how
Blood gang swarm like a red ant pile
Mean mug, like I can't smile
Like my grill near cost me a 100 thou

I've spent about 100 million dollars
100 million dollars, 100 million dollars
And I came from the ghetto
And I came from the ghetto

If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto, throw ya hood up
If ya ghetto

Cash Money millionaires, Cash Money billionaires
Cash Money trillionaires, we rich
We ain't neva gonna stop, neva
We got money, nigga

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