Fuck Ups - Lyrics - Holloways

Title: Fuck Ups
Artist: Holloways
Composer(s): Bryn Fowler, David Jackson, Robert Skipper, David Healey

Lyric:
Look, here comes another man
With another sorry story to tell
And you can bet he'll tell me all about
The time he fell from Heaven to Hell

Well, I don't wanna listen but he tells me all the same
[Incomprehensible] from his life's little games
Leave me alone, you're not a dog, I'm not a bone
But you're gonna bury me with your total misery

And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill
I know for a while I shouldn't, I don't know if I will or I won't
If I do or I don't 'cause nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure
I am getting desperate as I am getting poor

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and beers
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
I think they're killing me with their grim reality

Look, here comes another drunk
With a face longer than Bin Laden's
And he has drunk so much alcohol
He can no longer get a hard-on

Not that he'll ever get a chance to use it
Women are intelligent, he is stupid
Lost and lonely he will remain
No amount of alcohol will wash his misery away

And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill
I know for a while I shouldn't, I don't know if I will or I won't
Will I do or I don't 'cause nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and beers
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
I think they're killing me with their grim reality

Well, a thirty-three year old grandma
Comes up to me and says
"My family's gonna take over this council estate
If we keep on giving birth at this rate"

"I'm gonna be a great-great-great-grandma
By the age of seventy-five
And I will be clad in fake Burberry, I don't care if I'm dead or alive
I don't care if I'm dead or alive"

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and beers
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
I think they're killing me with their grim reality

All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
If your live is going wrong, you'd better sing along
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
You fucked up fuck ups

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Beckoned - Lyrics - Dark Days - Coal Chamber

Title: Beckoned
Album: Dark Days
Artist: Coal Chamber
Composer(s): Rayna Foss-Rose, Mike Cox, B. Dez Fafara, Miguel Rascon

Lyric:
All dressed in black, eyes of attack
Coming with one hand in pocket
To take from me
Sin eyes, I see
Sin is nice to me
Nothing left for me
Reality, forget it

You have messed up, can't do anything
I have messed up, can't do anything
You just a fuck up, I just a fuck up
We're just two fuck ups
At least we fucked up together, you

So sad to see you go
I said to myself you know
So sad to see a mind
Disappear through time
Lunacy's an argued taste
I guess there's no time to waste
Oh! This times is a passing phase
Reality, forget it

You have messed up, can't do anything
I have messed up, can't do anything
You just a fuck up, I just a fuck up
We're just two fuck ups
At least we fucked up together

You have messed up, can't do anything
I have messed up, can't do anything
You just a fuck up, I just a fuck up
We're just two fuck ups
At least we fucked up together

We are two fuck ups
We are two fuck ups

You have messed up, can't do anything
I have messed up, can't do anything
You just a fuck up, I just a fuck up
We're just two fuck ups
At least we fucked up together

You have messed up, can't do anything
I have messed up, can't do anything
You just a fuck up, I just a fuck up
We're just two fuck ups
At least we fucked up together
Together
Together
Together, forever
Together, forever
Together, forever on paper
Forever, together
Forever, together
Forever

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Zodiac Lung - Lyrics - Spine Of God - Monster Magnet

Title: Zodiac Lung
Album: Spine Of God
Artist: Monster Magnet
Composer(s): David Wyndorf

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Lyric:
The shape of a zodiac lung
Is beckoning like a bad Christ
It hovers above your head
It's pulling the world over my life
If you don't hear a word I'm saying

You can't cover it with your hear
You can't hide it in your army coat
You've got the Miltown demon stare
You forgot all the letters that you wrote
You can't hear a word I'm saying
No you can't hear a thing at all

When I die, it'll be because of you
There I'll lie and it'll all point to you
It's fuck ups like you that always seem to take it all
It's fuck ups like you that never seem to go away

The shape of the zodiac lung
Is like the shape of the back of my hand
And I'll knock you across this room
And I'll bury my head in the sand
You won't feel my love type baby
No you won't feel a thing at all

When I die it'll be because of you
There I'll lie and it'll all point to you
It's fuck ups like you that always seem to get it all
It's fuck ups like you that never seem to die
I don't know why

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Real Talk (123) - Lyrics - Fabolous

Title: Real Talk (123)
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Dwayne Murchison, Terrance Lovelace, John David Jackson

Lyric:
On them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't like these, niggaz, that be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put green in a blunt
Look, I don't be meaning to stunt but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you want

But otherwise I'm cool with it
They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool with it
Everybody's gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house with a view of the ocean

The bangers is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't like that but you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that it's his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner with groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties, nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas
Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the V's
And the homes look like the spot on the other side of the C's
When they ain't never been on the other side of the p's

I can see through 'em, ya tents are too light
Every sentence you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that nigga you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars or the proof

And now you flash ya' shirt, tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirt bag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every dime sucked you
When they don't even speak to you, never mind fucked you

Ya' hood sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya' house
When ya' mamma won't even give you keys to the house, loser?

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like
Trynna fool the world with a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you blow stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback

They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security, you like unprotected sex
You ain't never fingered a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga

If real recognize real, you'd be a John Doe
You livin' in a closet but call it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger that was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments

Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think it's these hip hop con mans
Studio gangstas is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out, fucka

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk

It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk

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Rob All Night (If I'M Gonna Rob) - Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Title: Rob All Night (If I'M Gonna Rob)
Album: Grand Champ
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): D Stinson, Earl Simmons

Lyric:
If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right
If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right

Here we go again fuckin' right
Dog man X baby dog for life
Know how this shit go? Built off fights
Bitch dog be like aigh aigh aigh
This rap shit be gettin' kinda hectic
It's not a game nigga cats don't respect it
Real shit's been neglected for far too long
Let's get it on
I jump off slugs like packages from UPS
But you run when you see X
Pull out the front when you see Tex
The light is what you see next
Fuck who you listenin' to I'm the badest
Ninety eight percentage of the industry is faggots
Stewart little niggaz don't want no static
When they say, "Who shot J R? It won't be Dalas"

If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right
If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right

You all niggaz don't know how the dog livin'
No matter what I do I keep on winnin'
Can't stop me now it's just the beginnin', be'nin'
Gonna be there till the endin', endin'
In 2005 you don't know
Stop drop open up shot let 'em go
Hit 'em with the same flow I hit 'em with before
This time I'm goin' around the back door
Got me like God you niggaz is stupid
Get the drum crack four bars horn then loop it
Same shit that you did to me took what you did?
Got niggaz movin' but not institution
Dog done did it again
Dog is in it to win
Dog did a nigga and then
You thought dog was afraid?

If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right
If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right

My niggaz some niggaz that you don't wanna try
But then again I be that one to bust a nigga in his eye
I don't give a fuck bitch all my niggaz ready to die
Hit you with the things so you niggaz ready to fly not
You don't want no more
Bring all you got to even the score
E5 is hot? You want more?
You really don't know what you're askin' for
Listen old man don't do that
We all dogs over here don't act like a cat
We like touch balls round table with a bat
Start with the cheers crack crack crack

If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right
If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right

If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right
If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right

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Po' Nigga Blues - Lyrics - Loyal to the Game - 2pac

Title: Po' Nigga Blues
Album: Loyal to the Game
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Katari Cox, Malcolm Greenridge, Ron Isley, Tupac Shakur, Daryl Anderson, Scott Storch

Lyric:
Scott Storch

Hey, why'd you slang crack?
I had to
Why'd you slang crack?
'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack?
'Cause I had to
A nigga gotta pay the fuckin' rent

Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me
You claimin' I'ma criminal when you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
Now I'm lost in this holocaust headin for my grave, G
I told Sam, he could fuck the war
And got a busted jaw for sayin', "Fuck the law"
And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record
What's a nigga gotta do to get respected?

Sometimes I think I'm getting tested
And if I don't say, "Yes" a nigga quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay zestin'
I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting restless
Walkin' 'round ready to light shit up
And since my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck, buck is the sound as I move up
Other niggas pay attention when a fool bust

They make a nigga be a killer
I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see who's realer
Now them same motherfuckas wanna murder me
And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me
I need loot, so I'm doin' what I do
And don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes
There's no other destiny to choose
I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin' the po nigga blues

Why'd you slang crack?
'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack?
'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack?
'Cause I had to
A nigga gotta pay the fuckin' rent

Pappa need brand new shoes, but what the fuck can a nigga do
My little boy gotta eat too
So why must I sock a fella? Just live large like Rocafella
And did you ever stop to think? I'm old enough to go to war
But I ain't old enough to drink
Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you're hooked on my
'I don't give a fuck look

Makin' rules, I'ma break 'em, no matter how much you make 'em
You show me bacon, I'ma take 'em
So don't you ever tempt me, I'm a fool for mine, nigga
And my pockets stay empty
To my brother in the barrio
You're livin' worse then the niggas in ghetto so
I give a fuck about your language or complexion
You got love for the niggas in my section

You got problems with the punk police
Don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me
We ain't free, I'll be damned if I played a chip
For a blond haired, blue eyed Caucasian bitch
Down with my home boy, rich
Fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitch
And a nigga with a cellular phone
Leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone
And you wonder why we blazin' niggas
'Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the niggas
And they damned to be fuck ups too
Drink 40s of brew, singin' the nigga blues

Why'd you slang crack?
'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack?
'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack?
'Cause I had to
Now I'm headin' for the motherfuckin' pen

Why'd you slang crack?
'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack?
'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack?
'Cause I had to
Now I'm headin' for the motherfuckin' pen

Why'd you slang crack?
'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack?
'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack?
'Cause I had to
Now I'm headin' for the motherfuckin' pen

Yeah
Oo yeah
Oo yeah
Aye, no

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Hopeless - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Hopeless
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chris Bridges, F St Amand, Maurice Young

Lyric:
Ooh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads
Deep down in your southern roots
When nobody said life was going to be easy
And we travel through this emotional roller coaster called life
And we have our ups and downs
Just keep in mind when you hit rock bottom
There ain't nowhere to go but up baby
It's just all you about how you deal wit it you feel me
Listen here

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

Man ever since life's been a gamble
My life been in shambles
Double edge sword burnin' both sides of the candle
But Cris you can't handle the truth

Don't wanna face reality
So Lord accept my apology
Please like when police say freeze
And I ain't do shit

But I'm down on my knees
It's a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away
I charge the game
And put my problems on lay away

A black man but I feel so blue
So I smoke green and purple 'til my dreams come true
Then my eyes turn red, the sky turns gray
Children slangin' white in the hood, we call it yeah

Drink old gold, down my yellow brick road
Then rewrite my script until my story's untold
See I got a little money and my life sped up
Now I'm fallin' and I can't get up

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

I had this dream about a dope fiene
And it's strange cause he can barely write or read
But seemed to get folks about anything
Curious about him I wanted to talk to him
But he was to busy for that
But I was more then welcome to walk with him

So as we walked, he talked and I just listen
He said, "There's a big difference between crackas and niggas"
See he said, "White folks look out for the white folks"
But uh black folks blame otha black folks

When they ain't enough black roaks
But yo to make a long story short
We need pay more attention and do things
That's way more convincing and he told me

You know I wouldn't say something that wouldn't work and I
Damn sure wouldn't waste my time telling something that a hurt you
But you would fall for anything if you don't stand for something
But that's for certain but niggas don't be listenin'

And that shit be hurting and uh
Not all of us, but some of us
And if we don't hurry up
They going to bury each and every one of us

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

Sometimes I can't deal with my daily issues just being sober
Life's a bitch and I can't control her
I wish I could and sometimes to cry on we need a shoulder
The government stand us up to run us over

And in the hood they don't seem to understand, goddamn
What it's really got me wondering if it's a part of a bigger plan
Man I smell something fishy going on
And its way beyond blowin' away the smoke
From all these swishers goin' on

It ain't much I can do about it but preach the word
Tell my people to spend ya money wisely
Don't be obscured by some things that's appreciated
Like a home to open ya eyes to what's the fuck's goings on

'Cause they constantly getting rid of us
One by one whether it's drugs or disease or gun by gun
I ain't no saint either I feel that I'm even doing wrong
By using what's in this chorus to get through this song

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

You kno' ya'll going to mess around and keep on complaining bout slavery
That was over 40-50 years ago black folks need to move on stay strong
Ya'll keep playin' with a cracker, they going to have yo ass tied up
Wired up on them back roads of South Florida Georgia
And they made them laws, so they can't do nothing for you
Can a church get an Amen? And God for the thugs too Amen

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Break Ups 2 Make Ups - Lyrics - Tical 2000 Judgementday - Method Man

Title: Break Ups 2 Make Ups
Album: Tical 2000 Judgementday
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, D'Angelo Clifford Smith, Jean Claude Oliver, Qur'An Goodman

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Lyric:
You and I, 'til the day we die

Yo, yo, ex-girlfriend, how you been?
I see you still tryin' to fuck with up a women, men
Remember when I first met you in my cousin's house
A week later we was fuckin' on your momma couch

Now it's been said that big girls they don't cry
But they damn sure lie, look you in the eye
Sayin' you they only you and I, 'til the day we die
Said you'd never leave me lonely, fly tenderoni but you phony

Shoulda listened, when my momma told me
Soon as I turn my back you try to fuck my homies
That was then, this is now I got a new friend
Ever since I cut them loose ends you wanna bone me

Add strife to my life, pussy, that'll make me think twice
About leavin' the wife even, picture that, you ain't want me
When you had me, now you on your third, baby, daddy
And you hate to see a nigga happy

So you tryin' mad ways to trap me, lookin' at my girl nasty
Tryin' to throw the pussy at me
Now look at this bitch over here tryin' to act like me
I'm gonna fuck that bitch, she what wifey leftover

I'm still lovin' you, babe, I'm still lovin' you, babe
I'm still lovin' you, babe, I'm still lovin' you, babe
I'm still lovin' you, babe, I'm still lovin' you, babe
I'm still lovin' you, babe, I'm still lovin' you, babe

Yo, yo, it's always you and your crusty ass crew, be actin' new
Let me find out that you fuckin' with Boo, and y'all gon' feel it
Waitin' for the day that you front, and catch a lump
From my black butterfly, that don't pack a lullaby

Sleep on her, she said, you bitches tried to creep on her
In the mall and didn't know she had the reach on her
Pearl-handled twenty-two, my Boo
She go ahead and walk her dogs, and represent Wu

To the fullest, you and hon can shoot the fair one
I'll bring the bullets, know what I'm sayin'?
Stop playin', you and them dyke lookin' bitches
Actin' like y'all jumpin' somethin', go 'head with that bullshit

I'm still lovin' you, babe, I'm still lovin' you, babe
I'm still lovin' you, babe, I'm still lovin' you, babe
I'm still lovin' you, babe, I'm still lovin' you, babe
I'm still lovin' you, babe, I'm still lovin' you, babe

Got tired of the games, the lies, the feeble alibis
Now you fuckin' with the next guy, a thug nigga
Derelict be actin' bugged nigga, show this nigga
Mad love but get no love nigga? Stupid ass

Plus I heard that he be beatin' on you, I seen him
At the club cheatin' on you, witcha best friend
Got you stressin' and used up, pull your shoes up
All you need's affection, but you're headed in the wrong direction

Tryin' to make this nigga jealous, with other fellas
All up in my face actin' overzealous
Like you want somethin' from Meth, I hope it ain't love, girl
'Cause I ain't got none left for you, plus you miserable

Misery love company, shit I'm livin' comfortably, don't need no
Nigga huntin' me down for fuckin' round, with his kitty
Talk to him, before my brother put a spark through him
Won't be pretty, the situation got my whole attitude shitty

And got you actin' high saditty with your slut committee
You know I know; so go find another sucker yo, I been there
And been done that before, and don't need it no more
That's my word, so go to your own with that there, word up
Tell that bighead, nigga, you run with that you was insane

I'm still lovin' you, babe, I'm still lovin' you, babe
I'm still lovin' you, babe, I'm still lovin' you, babe
I'm still lovin' you, babe, I'm still lovin' you, babe
I'm still lovin' you, babe, I'm still lovin' you, babe

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Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad - Lyrics - The Coming - Busta Rhymes

Title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad
Album: The Coming
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Wayne A. Notise, Jamal Phillips, Marlon King, Roger Mcnair, Keith Murray, George Spivey, Reggie Noble, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin' team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall

Niggaz talk about killin' and never get to it
Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick
See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off
Gettin' they peeps fucked up 'cause they block is soft

As for terror, I sever the best of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin' off these indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin' but mercy us
Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus
Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme
One rhyme, one rhyme, one rhyme, just one rhyme
I, I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme

Woo, yeah, you wish that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin' dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin' but the real it's
Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
Three tri three chrome, it's the same ol' song

I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up, do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome, piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back

Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.
Oops, I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin' Merkatroid
I drop noise that employs the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
With a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until

You start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender
Like bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock
Now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
Raw water turn sons to grandaughters

I bring trouble where, you sleep
So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin' down national state buildings with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin' on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def Squad representer
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter

Hey yo, once a crack head, always a tack head
You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
As sex, drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz ain't shit to me, word up
You stupid niggaz always got somethin' smart to say
And probably can't even spell TWA

My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere
Yeah yeah
Jump out and get it on right then and there
Whassup? Whassup?
Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it
Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it
And Def Squad L.O.D. for life
Word up, yeah, fuck your life
Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife
Fuck your life

Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout
Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta Rhymes

Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC
When I step up in your jam, yo, I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz and bitches be eyein' me
I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame
Because I'm dangerous
I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile
I'm great distance like AT&T
I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Yo, I Fades Them All like my man Mally G
Whip a nigga ass for free
And makin' sure he see visions of me
Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors

My technique I freak seven days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked
A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap artists be dying to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and never come back

For now and forever, it's the evil that men do
Mental, my inner center Winter
Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
Straights and lose minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like lugers
Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's
Splittin' blessings, with three Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin' the nine-six
For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless

Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest lineups
On LSD fine fust in your sinus
Crush like China's, opiuMC grinders
My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful
Papers stay viscous like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas

If you want more information look listen and read
While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain like white people
My music will dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to exercise my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin', drinkin' mad quarts
For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts

Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down
Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down
Alcohol, tobacco and firearms is how we movin'
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin'

I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'
You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'
From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off
Malfunctionin' my nigga you about to feel the real force
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin' off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see this, I recommend some
School for the blind by Helen Keller

Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas
Redman and the Rockafellas
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world like National Lampoon
It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six
So saty tuned

Flipmode, completely getting inside that ass
Def Squad, respek

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Take A Lick - Lyrics - Akinyele

Title: Take A Lick
Artist: Akinyele
Composer(s): Ron Miller, Akinyele Adams, E Thomason, Bert Reid, T Inoue

Lyric:
Who A K, Akinyele, ya he came to London
I took him around and shit and he was nice
I was going to fuck him
No, I really was going to fuck him

But I didn't, I wanted to fuck him though
I was gonna give him some of this pussy
But he started talking some wild shit
He said, "Oh yes you will be licking my dick tonight"
Oh no, I motherfucking won't

I was laying in the bed like give me some head
She said when it coming out black uh uh you dead
I don't suck dils, I was looking at the chick like bitch ill
What the fuck the deal

Do you really feel if you don't begin at nil
You would add sex appeal well I feel
Oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight

My zipper went zip, I put my pants to my hips
She put her thumbs up like the father said sss
I was like shit, I dislike her
She got her thumbs in the air like a hitchiker

Ready to fight her but instead I chill
I looked her in the grill and said
Oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight
Oh no, I motherfucking won't

Ha yo, I pick my kind of steady booker
I put my nuts by your chin so when you look up
I be on top of you doing Bobby Brown push ups
When you give me head lift your toosh up

When I said, what I said
You should of seen her whole face pushed up
She said huh what ill
Oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight

I won't be doing that shit never done it before
No I'm not doing it get your hands off my head
Move it out of my face, I don't believe in that shit
You're asking me, I won't do it
Oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight
Oh no, I motherfucking won't

You would swear that she want it
From the way you kissed my stomach
Huh, I couldn't wait to start coming from it
Imagine it she doing it like she getting blunt it
You know French kiss and put the tongue on it

And then she stopped and I was like doggone it
Stop acting scared like my house haunted
Oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight

I said boo do me and I'll do you
She said okay go first and I'll do you
Well, I do lick the pussy and you do lick the dick
And I do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
If this is true, I'd do anything for you
Then I guess, oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight
No no, I motherfucking won't

Licking the dick or licking the clit
If we do it together we on some 69 shit
Licking the dick or licking the clit
I know mad chicks act like they don't lick dick
Licking the dick or licking the clit huh if I had to pick
Oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight

I don't do that, I've never done it
I won't be doing that shit
Don't be trying it, move, I ain't sucking it
Oh yes, you will be licking my dick tonight
Oh no, I motherfucking won't

Ha to all my dick suckers in the house, what up
And all my clit lickers in the house, what up
To all my dick suckers in the house, what up
And all my clit lickers in the house, what up

You know this is straight up cunt language type shit, shit
Shit, oh yes you will be licking my dick tonight

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Hey Nas - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: Hey Nas
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Kenni Burke, Nasir Jones, Allan Felder, Salaam Gibbs, Norma Wright

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Lyric:
The phone rings
Another peaceful moment is lost
Latifah's chest jingle in "Set It Off"
I press pause in the bed as a king
I let it ring 4 or 5 times
Answer while I'm puffin' my green
It's Tamika sayin', "Hi Nas"
I caught a flashback of her askin' me
Was I asthmatic 'fore I tapped that
She offered me dinner under the moon
I said, "Sorry, I made plans at Ray's Boom-Boom Room"

Nine push-ups, strength's gone
At the tenth one so why hook up
The pimp's gone off the Platron Tequila
Put on my Lee's and the original Fila's
Sedated from L's, 380 cocked
Naked ladies laid up in tails
Like Whodini I chose, gazelles don't lean on my nose
Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go

Heads turn it's a freak show
I need them to know when will they learn
Nas need a queen not a hoe to
Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me
But not a hype chick
Someone with proper energy
Someone who's into me but won't fuck with my enemies
And you can sing along 'cuz I'm feelin' ya energy

Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
Take my name and my number
Meanwhile, we'll be groovin'
But let's take it slow

One for the honeys who roll blunts up but don't smoke
Two for the few who see potential in you when you broke
Three for the G they got, they game is hot I give it to you
Double life wife play with the man that's livin' with you
Here's the issue a woman gotta be stunnin'
Get to a man's heart through his stomach
You gotta be skilled in the culinary arts
Know a brother stay mad hungry when he spark

Hit the museum, maybe Central Park, you mentally smart
Picture we in Tiffany, you becomin' my counterpart
If I want Chinese then you buy me a wok
If you want barbeque I call Professor and Ock
'Cuz you point out my enemies, someone who's into me
But not a hyper chick someone with the proper energy
A girl that's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
And you could be the one 'cuz I'm lovin' ya energy

Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
Take my name, and my number
Meanwhile, we'll be cruisin'
But let's take it slow

Slow is the way
Holdin' hands, tongue and hickeys
Hope and I pray where I run at you
Run away with me
That's if my gun get busy
We gotta get outta there
Hear sirens jump in the stick
Drop a sedan and hide for years
Like none else in the world

Did this except for us two
You gotta trust me, I gotta trust you
If coppers bust me it's me you rescue
This to the death boo
You rep me respectfully that's how I rep for you
Retired from pimpin', perspire is drenchin'
As we suck and fuck each other's minds out commission
Time's out forbidden
Until we pass out, that's when we stop

We give it all we got, give it all we got, we hot
Give it all we got, give it all we got, we rock
Give it all we got, give it all we got

You 'bout the baddest thing
Since Michael had Billy Jean
And Prince gave you diamonds and pearls
But to be my queen you must
Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me
But not a hype chick, someone with proper energy
Someone who's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
And you can be the one 'cuz I'm feelin' ya energy

Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
Take my name, and my number
Meanwhile, we'll be cruisin'
But let's take it slow

I can be what you said
That you need, I can be, all that
I can be, I can have your back, baby
I can be what you said
That you need, I can be, all that
I can be, I can have your back, baby

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This Is The Carter - Lyrics - Lil' Wayne

Title: This Is The Carter
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Okay, I'm finally perfect, ya know
Y'all already know what it is and if you don't
Then the great Mannie Fresh
Will enlighten you

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas
Half ass rappers, true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
This is the Carter, a lot more rich, a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter

Who am I? Young wizzle fa shizzle
Flow sicker than a third floor in hospitals
My charm starburst, my watch skittles
I'm hot sizzle, what up hot bizzle?

Holla at a playa, I'm sorta like BD
Y'all can't stop my dribble or block the lay-ups
Soft top the Coupe, mami pop her too
Don't chase the feelin' baby girl, let it come to you

Remove the ceilin' on the girl, now she comfortable
I'ma world class G mami fuck wit dude
I'ma world class G mami fuck wit dude
I'ma world class G mami fuck wit dude

I got Lazy-Boy bank that's comfort low
I'ma offense coordinator run the shoe
You watch your grill what you ought to do
'Fore your ribs get barbecued

And my ribs is showin' , I say I'm starving dude
This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude
What up Reel, c'mon

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas
Half ass rappers, true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
This is the Carter, a lot more rich, a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter

I'm the Birdman Birdman Jr. bitch
I be high in the sky shit on you and your bitch
I'm the Birdman Birdman Jr. bitch
I be high in the sky shit on you and your bitch

I'm the Birdman Birdman Jr. bitch
I be high in the sky shit on you and your bitch
I be flyer than your guy nigga lose the prick
Now if ya follow everything just grab a wing

And we could, ssh
All the way down to the mall and bet I buy it all
Young Mar' picture the broad lick
All the way down to the balls then she wipe it off

If getting money is wrong I ain't right at all
I young money a car I just write it off
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm my own click
I would say fuck ya but go and get ya own dick

Get ya game up boy hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
Get ya game up boy hustle harder
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter, yea

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas
Half ass rappers, true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
This is the Carter, a lot more rich, a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter

And y'all better blame Baby
'Cuz he the muthufucka that made me and I'm crazy
And y'all ask why I never left the navy?
'Cuz he the muthufucka that pay me, is you crazy?

Young, young, young wizzle baby
Give you yo issue, me don't wanna kiss you
No, no, no me no want no bullshit
So, so stop baller blockin' 'cuz a nigga hood rich

And I floss everyday because I could bitch
So holla at ya boy 'cuz I'm still on some hood shit
Like, like, like what's really good wit ya mom or your lil boy
And your sister lookin' good shit, shit

I'm still Apple Eagle weasel
1-7 Hollygrove never ever leave you
I got y'all waitin' on my sequel
This, this, this, this, this, this is the Carter people

Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and playas
Half ass rappers, true rhyme sayers
This is the Carter, so hold onto your teenage daughter
This is the Carter, a lot more rich, a whole lot smarter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter
Wayne in ya brain young Carter

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Get A Lil' Head - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Get A Lil' Head
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): J Johnson, Ryan Garner, B J Ross, Dedrick D'Mon Rolison, D (Jr) Williams, Harry Wayne Casey, Rick Dutch Cousin, Richard Finch

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Lyric:
This goes out to all them niggas, that got the ups on these hoes
And that Willy, don't give a mad ass fuck about a bitch
Tell 'em Techniec

Listen up baby, yo I'm talkin' to you
About what your fast ass need to be goin' thru
I see the ho' in you, it ain't hard to go in you
And I be fo' sho' a fool if I invest some dough in you

I gotta show to do so cut straight to the chase
Got five minutes, get in it, nuts straight to ya face
In case you lost all your morals
I know more hoes that specialise in oral

I like that, sleep good on the flight back, spread the word
The first night back that's on the Beach
Outta town, I met a freak with chips, made a nigga bust like Keith
Mo' head the better while I go head for the cheddar

Man, I got a bitch bad as Shante Moore
But I don't love that ho', 'cos cash all I got love for
She like to fuck, I like to get my dick sucked
She gave me head while baby stashed her fingers in her butt

I told her, "Baby, if you wanna be my honey
You gotta suck my dick and you gots ta give me money"
She shook her head and she moaned out load
She couldn't answer back, she had my dick in her mouth

Ain't makin' like a pretty bitch gogglin' balls
Especially if the pretty bitch is gogglin' yours
I need a bitch to blow me out like a candle
With lips like Badu and a mouth like Teisha Campbell

Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight
Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight

Fuckin' for riches, elegant model bitches
My mind's in a right perspective, I keeps it temptin'
She's seen somethin' glistenin' and any ho will copper
Binky from that Hoo Bangin', mobsters eatin' lobsters

Boo sent me a bitch he thought, I couldn't handle
Wanna 4' 5', gettin' head, lookin' like Naomi Campbell
Fiona Folanda, all the way to Gidget
Ain't fuckin' wit' no hoes 'less they makin' over six digits

Check it, that bitch is fine, finest made wine
Let me hit it from behind 'cos I'm down with Mack-Dime
That bitch gave me the sex wit' no flex
Plus that loot was mesmerised off of Binky Mac's row

"Ain't y'all rappers? Don't y'all Hoo Bang?"
Yes, shut your mouth, give up the pootang
I make ya moan and groan
Bitch, look me in my eyes, you gettin' fucked by Boo Kapone

You better shake it, 'til you break it
Jump outcha clothes and get buck-ed naked
I smash, I blast, I left her gash
I pull a train like my name was Joe Flash

Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight
Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight

See a bitch is a bitch is a ho' is a ho'
And which one of y'all gonna blow Mack 1-0
One bitch said, "Me, I'll hit my knees like a crawler
Mack, I'll suck your dick, I just love a big baller"

I whipped it out she said, "Damn, it's like the neck on a giraffe
I'll spend a hour down south for you to nut in my mouth
I'm a pro at sex, I ride a dick like a Honda
My name is Rhonda, well Rhonda, meet Anaconda

Start suckin' and slurpin' and hummin' when you do me
"I'm a fan of yours, then will you do somethin' to me
I love a thug nigga that a pack a few Glocks
Mack, don't make me blow your socks and kick rocks"

Quiet on the set, bitch, I'll do what I like
Now shut the fuck up and just check my mic
Tramp, don't say shit to ya, fuck my whole crew
'Cos a ho' ain't a ho' 'til she's ran all thru

Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight
Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight

You're gonna suck Big Spike dick, you gon' suck Wave's dick
Eh, Carlos, you want your dick sucked, nigga?
Yo, hehah, you gonna suck The Roadawgs dick
You gonna suck The Comrades dick

Bitch, you gonna suck Scoop dick
You gonna suck Growlski dick
You gonna suck Techniec dick
Yo, you gonna suck Gump dick

And your daughter gonna suck Lil' Mac dick, bitch
Or kick rocks, now what's happenin?
Okay, wait a minute, let me get some water first
My mouth is kinda dry

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Respect - Lyrics - Street Dreams - Fabolous

Title: Respect
Album: Street Dreams
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): John Jackson, Laban Reeves

Lyric:
Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right
But y'all niggaz gonna make me one
For real, leave me alone, shit
You fuckin' with the wrong one brother
I'm telling you

I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about killin' you
With machine guns, shotties, desert E Dillingers
(Ooh, ooh)
Putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz' anatomy
(Uh, uh)
And watchin' him die slow
You need full clips to push up in the joint
(Uh)
When you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint
(Uh)
'Cuz these motherfuckers will push him to the point
(Yeah)
That you'll end up locked down doin' push ups in the joint
(Yeah)
But they'll box you in a corner
(Uh, huh)
And you can throw your fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner
(Uh, huh)
Ride wit' ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya
(Uh, huh)
You'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna
Not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
(Uhh)
Till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle
(Uhh)
Till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall
(Run)
Till there's a mural on your block and some candles
Who wanna die?

I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' punk
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' chump
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' clown
(Uhh)
'Cuz I'm a have to kill someone just to get some respect

My Teflons will have you screamin' like Wyclef Jean
(Huh)
(Someone please call 911)
But if they ever get the watch on my left arm


I'm a have more buried than that guy Stephon
(Uh, huh)
First they put that white seed over you brother
(Yeah)
Then the newspapers put you all over the cover
(Yeah)
Then you in a suit one hand cross over the other
(Yeah)
Next you in the earth with the dirt over your brother
A tinted hearse is what most men leave in
(Uh, huh)
Followed by a limo full of family and close friends grievin'
When you pull the Marijuana
I'm a wanna kill you as bad as the Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
(Uh, uh)
But I'm losin' my patience
Fuck it, send me to the island I could use a vacation
Now it's easy for me to understand
How you could just kill a man
(Uhh)

I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' punk
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' chump
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' clown
'Cuz I'm a have to kill someone just to get some respect
(Uhh)

I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by the six
(Yeah)
My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks
(Uh)
My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six
(Uh, huh)
If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga
Picture me putting my hearse
Like I ain't gotta a clip full of hollow tips to put in these jerks
I might as well put in the work
Spit 'em up outta here and get 'em up outta here
I got the juice like Bishop had wit' him
(Uh, huh)
That just don't give a fuck, semi
Like ol' Dog had wit' him
(Uh)
I'm sayin' prayers for my enemy
(Uh)
I hope God bless him before the fucker run into me
I dunno what the fuck has got into me
(Uh)
But I know I don't want them slugs goin' into me
(Uh)
I'm just tryin' to live my life
(Yeah)
So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life
(Uhh)

I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' punk
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' chump
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' clown
'Cuz I'm a have to kill someone just to get some respect

Look what you made me do man
Look what you made me do man
I ain't wan' it to come to this, right?
But fuck it
Niggaz will push you to that point, man
Niggaz will play with you so fuckin' much, man
Aggravate you so fuckin' much, man
You wanna kill a nigga, man
Yeah

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Money, Money - Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Money, Money
Album: Thug World Order
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Robinson Edward Hinson Jr., Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
All my life, all my life, all my life
I ain't, never had nothing

Thangs can get rough, when you live in the ghetto
You gotta survive, no matter the pain
Nigga be hurting, life'll be hurting
But nigga for certain, this is the game

Man don't let them win, never let the system think they got you
If you relentless they can't stop you let 'em hang, they gone watch you
Yeah, we the enemies of the world, won't let no territories homie
You got to get up, get out and get something, that's what they told me

Back in the days didn't have a pot to piss, went to throw it at 'em
Now I'm balling doing my damn thang, laughing at them dollas
Holla, holla, if you hear me shorty, I'ma live everyday
Like it's my last, only the winner gone get the glory

What you thought, I play for keeps
Put it down wicked in these streets
Heavily armored with the heat
Just in case a nigga want some beef

Being broke I know the feeling, that's why I'm paper chasing this cash
Better be smart and keep a stash, never know how long it's gone last
You do the math, hustling niggas multiply like mountains
Bone Thugs, Little Layzie 30 million and counting, come on

Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
I don't wanna be broke no more

Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
I don't wanna be broke no more

You ain't worthy, none of you niggas could stop me
And none of you niggas could hurt me
If worse come to worse, I'ma get down and dirty
Though the Ouija can't curse me, NWA

Eazy E, that's the nigga that birthed me, hey
Thug style motherfucker, live forget ends
I'd never testify, Satan can't divide my piers
No weakness inside my fears

Drop tears, for niggas that died
I'm gonna safe divide, mind gone
And I think I'm running out of time
The goddamn baby's daddy

And I'm gonna damned to hell, if I don't abide
And that's why I yell, B E N Z we ride
Straight to the corner, down to the side
In the B E N Z we

Roll around the corner with the, F O R T
S C V and a nigga can't fuck with me
Not even the devil with B O N E
T H U G, spell it motherfucker

Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
I don't wanna be broke no more

Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
I don't wanna be broke no more

Scandalous, straight up out of the hood type nigga
Stick ups, robberies, do we did gives a fuck nigga
See all ways to money so we mashing, we dashing
Get paid around parting give me twist a thug and I get up, in that ass

I'm here to get that money keep it coming, show me love
We made this, gotta get mine wanna slip, it's about mine
It's harder to get, I'm serious not playing that's the pay wits
The streets have come back, real fast on that ass feel me

'Cause I don't wanna be broke no more
Standing in front of the liquor store, with rocks no more
'Cause my man, never had nothing to done that
It's like reversing time on my mind, I can't go back, fuck that

Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
And I don't wanna be broke no more

Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
I don't wanna be broke no more

I came up a nigga that never had nothing but hard times
I was always grinding and talking up out of the hood
Into the bullshit, but I'm surviving
I got to get me some money man, put it down for the General

A nigga'd rob your ass, if I caught a nigga flossing cash
What it was four niggas and we punk niggas
But you no niggas got us scared, a couple more green
To get up for everything reach the scene, clean

And we was the niggas that stood on the block
With a couple of rocks and a glock with the cops
Can't nobody have the nuts to say our name
They call me the Dummy Man

I'm sell him a fat twenty piece and then I reach for the bomb
'Cause the things they get awfully man
Wanna see what I put them shit come
Took 'em for they last dollar, holla

Man I ain't giving a fuck it's do or die
So get on the ground, lay it down
Give me some money my nigga, pow
I ain't waiting I need it now

Ain't too much changed
I'm still on the grind in deuce double O deuce
I'm just a little more serious
'Bout my reefer and my dough
Show me the money

Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
I don't wanna be broke no more

Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
I don't wanna be broke no more

Let me hear you say make money, money
Make money, money, make it
Let me hear you say take money, money
Take money, money, take it

Let me hear you say make money, money
Make money, money, make it
Let me hear you say take money, money
Take money, money, take it
Take it

Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all
I gotta, gotta, gotta have that dolla bill y'all
Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all
I gotta, gotta, gotta have that dolla bill y'all

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