Ghetto - Lyrics - R.L.

Title: Ghetto
Artist: R.L.
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Robert Lavalle Huggar, Sherard Dixon

Lyric:
Right now, I gotta rep where I'm from
North side, yeah, ghetto
Minneapolis, ghetto, I'm from the, ghetto
You know how we do, yeah

For my people down south with gold in their mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
(We)

For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails
(Ooh)
A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

You know you ghetto when you front wit ya two-way
And gotta wash in cold water for the next two days
Shot, he was a lil' nigga eatin' the grub
My house so packed somebody gotta sleep in the tub

On the block niggas talkin' about they bust their gats
But soon as the cops come niggas flush their crack
Why you stuntin' in the hood with a Mercedes Coupe
Still livin' with your mother, you a baby duke

You know all Harlem World and Minneapolis
Sittin' in the Caddilac we strap to this
Act straight it's the kid from the Tex
Posta, came to get it down wit the kid from Next

Black and white, America is like a raccoon
In my building the elevator is the bathroom
Ya'll know what the dizzeal, me and RizL
Real, recognize rizzeal

I didn't always have the six
I didn't always have the crib
So I gotta rep where I'm from
Even tho I live where I live

Back when I was a kid
How the city used to give
My momma money for groceries
Brown cartons of cheese

And vouchers for everything, yeah
No matter how far I've come
I'll still represent where I'm from, I'm ghetto

For my people down south with gold in their mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails
A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves
(So ghetto)
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

We run around with vice, Lords and G's
Russel Avenue a block after Queens
Roll in Cadilac, stoned D's
Grab Paulie and me and Nicky D's

It was me and J-Z
We in the park talkin' crazy
Now it's all good baby
Even after I got hooked up with KayGee, yeah

No matter how far I've come
(No matter)
I still represent where I'm from
('Cuz I'm)
I'm ghetto
(Ghetto, yeah)

For my people down south with gold in their mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
(I represent)
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
(The ghetto)

For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails
(Uh-huh)
A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves
(So ghetto)
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
(Yeah, yeah)
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
(R-Hockey Stick yo)

From the ghetto, hood, gutta, street
Don't sleep 'cuz I'm R and B
What you know about checks on the 1st and 15th?
New kicks on the 1st and 15th

1328 RussellAve where cats used to hustle bad
With them wife killas and them 1-0 bags
Ha you don't understand me man

What you know about bein' frozen
With the furnace broken
So you sleepin' with the oven open

I been greedy always wantin' a mil, still
Nigga hungry even after the deal
I went from bein' poor, to Billboard
From the corner store, to the record store
My and Postaboy
(Ghetto)
We ghetto

For my people down south with gold in they mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
(Oh, talkin' 'bout the ghetto)
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

For all my ladies that got airbrush on they nails
A little fire roll some of that shit on themselves
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for they health
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

If you've ever had vouchers before
Bill-collectors knockin' at your door
Ran outta gas on the side of the road
Then you ghetto

Land lord had to change the locks
Left your shit out front in a box
You tried to break in and he called the cops
Then you ghetto

We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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Ghetto Child - Lyrics - Unpredictable - Mystikal

Title: Ghetto Child
Album: Unpredictable
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Vyshon Miller, Michael Tyler, Mary C Brockert, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)
Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?)
Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

I feel like a bird nigga with no wings
I'm stuck in this ghetto trying to have a little change
My homies killing up each other cause we gotta eat
And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police
I done seen little kids in the projects starving
I done seen more hoes messing then Marvin
See in the ghetto the sun it barely shines
But so many niggas in jail and the welfare lines
And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country
Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money
And the media starting east and west coast wars
I'm from the south, where they predijuce on us all
Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up
But why the government sold us drugs and charges to clean us up
Gave us three halves and high interest student loans
Four dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it home

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

It's real when you can do whatever you want to do
When you want to do it
Ain't to many niggas out there living like that
That's why the rest of you niggas aint never gone through it
How many niggas in the penn
How many niggas in the cemetary don't know why?
How many strikes y'all niggas need
How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives?
WHYWhy you gotta make your momma cry?
HUHShe take you out of the street
Cause that's where you gonna die
But you won't listen cause your mind is one track
And your head is hard
And your getting flipped, and your talking back
Showing your ashy act, ass straight up off the wall
Lemme talk to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall
But that's far and all
And sore and all, it's cool when it started off
Now niggas duckin bullets like dodgeballs
Niggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of high's gonna grow
Living in a messed up time, a messed up court
I'm telling ya, you can't do shit no more
It's bigger than us, it's out of our hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water
Cause it's your world, and we your children
Your sons and your daughters
We struggling, trying to get out of the ghetto
Trying to make it to mars

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game
Wishing I can change, I've been through so much
Seen so many things, couldn't find the words to explain
The only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but I
But I can't get too high, cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemies
I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder days
Penetentary close, but you know what? Cemetaries ain't that far away
Before I die I'm trying to make the whole world feel
Like our people scared to stand there
The way we express ourself, they think that we all some killers
But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street
Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police
See now my life aint been the same nigga, life as a thug
If I had to draw a picture of my life
I have to paint my picture in blood
Closest homie died, before he die little cousin told me this
Get you something cause cemetaries
Packed full of niggas who had dreams to be rich
So keep your head up, to all my ghetto children it was hard
To tell my family one day I was gonna grow up to make millions
When I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so called dream
I like to scream when I came home from jail
When I was told best friend turned into a fiend
I aint gonna lie, my conscience aint clear, when I close my eyes
Of course you gotta realize, god forgive me, I'm just trying to survive
They cut welfare and health care, that shit gotta stop
I got a positive note, my auntie having a baby
Congratulations, she on rocks

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

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Lifestyles Of A Ghetto Child - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Lifestyles Of A Ghetto Child
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): Jonathan Burke, Jamal Grinnage, Eric Murry

Lyric:
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Lifestyles of a ghetto
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Lifestyles of a ghetto
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Lifestyles of a ghetto
Lifestyles of a ghetto child

Watch your back, yo, kid, it's on, it's time on time
Take ten of theirs 'cuz they took one of mine
Them niggas sound sweet, ain't nothing
I think they packin' heat, ain't nothing we cuttin'

Nigga, get up, pick your motherfucking head up
Somebody gon' get whet up, does this look like a set up?
See that bitch over there? Yeah, she tryin' to get attention
Watch them niggas to your left, oh, see you mention and they flinchin'

Get down, hit the ground, goddamnn, my gun jammed
Why the Hill Street Blues make me refuse to leave my man?
Nigga, leave when I jump up and squeeze, nigga, breeze
Down upstairs, get Pacino and bees and more toast

They gettin' close, nigga, Larry
These niggas should be buried
The situation's a tough decision
I'm going to get some more ammunition
So we can continue this mission

Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Lifestyles of a ghetto
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Lifestyles of a ghetto
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Lifestyles of a ghetto
Lifestyles of a ghetto child

Bring it to 'em, kid, catch them niggas before they slide
True dat, you get the front, I creep from the side
Take 'em down, soon as you hit the dough let your shit go
I figured that them young punks was scheming from the get go

Kill that noise, watch your back
Nigga, get back, Bill, where you at?
Over here kid, I spot him
Come on, but I'm comin' your way, kid

I got him, watch yourself, blowin' them herbs
What now? Let them slugs calm your nerves
Let's motivate, wait, Pacino still chasin'
We bringin' this home, leave him alone, kid, he lacin' 'em

That's how it is when it's time to roll
M.O.P. home never fold
They try to set us up, dumpin' you a sin
I'ma, chill, nigga, you know we gon' see them chumps again

Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Lifestyles of a ghetto
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Lifestyles of a ghetto
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Lifestyles of a ghetto
Lifestyles of a ghetto child

Five O, go, yo, stash the hammer
Where your's? I just left my shit right there under the bammer
Make moves, kid, it ain't no time for debatin'
Why go straight when you know the man gon' be waitin'?

Dip in the building, what if the door's locked?
Damn, we can't stop, the cops's surrounding the block
And them chumps are comin' fast
Nigga, dig up in the building, hit the hazard and bear last

Nigga, they right behind us, I ain't tryin' to get caught by the law
Oh, shit, they comin' in the building, open up the door
Hurry up, I ain't sittin' in no pen, nigga
Five O comin' it's us, let us in, nigga

Lock the door, cut them lights off, stash the crack
Crack the safe and see where them chumps is at
They all over the place and we facin' hard times at trial
Lifestyles of a ghetto child

Alright, now you two, come out with our hands up
I give you ten seconds, come out with our hands up
We got the place surrounded, don't run
[Incomprehensible] team respond, I need some back up down here
Send me some back up, I need some back up, damn it
Fuck 'em, yeah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em

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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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Ghetto Children - Lyrics - Kaleidoscope - Kelis

Title: Ghetto Children
Album: Kaleidoscope
Artist: Kelis
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Ricky M L Walters, Pharrell L Williams

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Lyric:
Yo, wake up, wake up, ghetto children
Wake up, wake up, ghetto children
Wake up, wake up, ghetto children
Wake up, wake up, ghetto children
Wake up, wake up, hey, hey

Ghetto boy, you?re my life
And there?s so much for you to protect and to save
And baby boy don?t hit your wife
'Cause your kids may grow up someday to be this way, yeah

You don?t know what you may be
To some boy in society there?s a secret to why
You must survive so listen to what we say
'Cause this type of shit happens every day

Come for your's 'cause dreams come true
And this is the message that we bring through
Say hey now, hey now, now
Hey now, hey now

No matter what teachers say to you
Ghetto children are beautiful
Say hey now, hey now, now
Hey now, hey now

Baby girl, you?re my life
It?s important that you smile and never cry
Study math and your sciences
Maybe you?ll figure why we subtract and not multiply

You don?t know what you may be
To some girl in society there?s a secret to why
We must survive so listen to what we say
'Cause this type of shit happens every day

Come for your's 'cause dreams come true
And this is the message that we bring through
Say hey now, hey now, now
Hey now, hey now

No matter what teachers say to you
Ghetto children are beautiful
Say hey now, hey now, now
Hey now

Crack town, ghetto in the city
Buildings are abandoned but the girls are still pretty
A child looks in the mirror, yeah, to see my life clearer
All I see is ghetto keys to this jet black coke gram

Nine eleven course, of course 911 don?t mean help
The only ones that need help is them sons without wealth
It?s apparent that this nation they don?t know what they facing
Young natural born killers and these street corner masons

You want that type of money that you see in the mob cliques
With your stashes in the drawers, yes, with the lumps under my carpet
Listen to your heart, why should I listen to you?
I was here from the start, but you don?t bring no money dude

Look I only feel capes and to get it I kill Jakes
By the time I?m twenty wanna be the ghetto Bill Gates
You a wannabe an angel, that was in my brain too
Now the only Star Spangle?s coming out my Cango

Now that I?m out, it?s like the whole world flames you
Although the ghetto?s nothing like the conclusion I came to
Your friends see you playing both sides, now they don?t claim you
Ghetto children change the world
Don?t let the world change you, come on word

Come for your's 'cause dreams come true
And this is the message that we bring through
Say hey now, hey now, now
Hey now, hey now

No matter what teachers say to you
Ghetto children are beautiful
Say hey now, hey now, now
Hey now, hey now

Come for your's 'cause dreams come true
And this is the message that we bring through
Say hey now, hey now, now
Hey now, hey now

No matter what teachers say to you
Ghetto children are beautiful
Say hey now, hey now, now
Hey now, hey now

Little children ones we thought of
The whole world wants to be a part of
A little ghetto things, a little ghetto things

Ay yo, little children ones we thought of
The whole world wants to be a part of
My little ghetto kings, my little ghetto queens

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40 - My Hoodlums And My Thugz - Lyrics - E

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I Need Dubs - Lyrics - Ghetto Bill - Master P

Title: I Need Dubs
Album: Ghetto Bill
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Bobby Ervin, Steven Ettinger, Dwayne Emil Simon, Michale Robinson, Percy Miller, Darryl Pierce, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
When I'm alone in my ca
I'm thinkin' about Ms. Lorenzo
My girl Enkei, Sprewell
Giovanna, Daytons, Momos, Diablos
And my girl Ashanti

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

I see it, I buy it, you need it, I got it
I could transform a car 'til a Halle Berry by demand
Regular wheels, I bend 'em don't stand up
I'm the first one to put Sprewells on a Phantom
Girls see me and scream, I'm reppin' Orleans
I got cars baby Flex ain't never seen
Xzibit in the game but he can't, "Pimp My Ride"

I got everythang flipped from the in to the outside
Them Lambo doors 50 talkin' about
I had 'em on the Cutlass back before I bought me a house
I put ice on my grill just to hurt them haters
27 dipped in chrome for the Escalades
Put candy on the body so it glow in the dark
Put light on my rims for at night when they walk
Can't roll like no scrub, man on no hubs
Ghetto Bill up in here, y'all know wazzup

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

From the streets to the pen, you know these soldiers gon' win
When they see me on TV say he did it again
From his shoes to his clothes, he's ballin' outta control
From the Bentley to the Beemer to the Hummer with six gold
But wodie don't stunt, make them six-fo's jump
Like Reebok pumps, P. Miller amp's in the trunk

Louis Vuitton Ferrari 360 is so clean
Asanti rims, that really bling bling
And girls trip when they get in the ride
I got the CL5 steering wheel on the other side
And I'm gangsta man, what you thankin' man?
Shorty wanna roll 'cause I'm on them twankies man

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

Now I know I'm kinda young but I keep my dubs clean
Nicknamed my rims Demi 'cause they older than me
At the age of 15 man, doin' big thangs man
Don't hate dawg, 'cause you ain't me man
Some say I'm ballin' 'cause my chrome stay crawlin'
Took the Phantom for a ride, now they say I'm nightcrawlin'
Never get hungry 'cause I keep them deep dishes
The peoples just ahh, then they take pictures

My Hummer sit clean on them Shaq's minus eight
White gold and purple just like them old days
Now it's kinda crazy 'cause Mercedes getting jealous
Range want Asantis, but they can't have it
All for Lexus, my baby, my boo
If I ever need help I just scream, "Hootie hoo"
My P. Miller speakers match my P. Miller sneakers
The ones on my feet and the ones on my Beemer

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

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Ghetto Horror Show - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Ghetto Horror Show
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Dedrick Rolison, O'Shea Jackson, T Middleton, J Savage

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Lyric:
I'm screamin' as I'm dreamin', I see evil bad spirits
So I wake up in the middle of the night to write lyrics
In a cold sweat, heard magnums in my dreams, my ears ring
So this time on the mic, I bring horror like Stephen King

All my good times are turned bad like the Evan's
Seen hundreds get wounded but like a thousand 187's
Everybody that was so real, they were now phony
And the nigga that used to be my homie, shit he turned on me

I got a 45 that spit hot lead that'll drill him
The nigga know too much about me, so it's a must that I kill him
If it's time available at the shrink, man I need to spend it
'Cuz now I see the chair rockin', but ain't nobody in it

I'm psycho like Norman Bates in the fresh side of my mind
And all I think about is comittin' redrums like 'The Shining'
So Lord please help me and forgive me for my sins
And tell me, why do I deserve the twilight zone that I'm in?

Somebody ease the pain, I need a shot of novacaine
Or angel dust smoke circulatin' through my brain
So who got the slaughter water, la la the brain killer
I got five on it, four stick, to the first dealer

With no screws left, it's like my head is now hollow
I'm so crazy seems like my own shadow's scared to follow
Ain't that a bitch, 1-O caught up in the horror show
But ain't no popcorn or bon bons, it's all Teflons nigga

I keep a 44, everywhere I go
It's 1-O in the ghetto horror show
I keep a 44, everywhere I go
It's 1-O in the ghetto horror show

I'm slangin' nocous on the boulders, keys, O-Z's and quarters
Come along, get up, stand up, and come and get your sack
I'm bustin' nigga's hearts with this motherfuckin' crack
I'm sayin' please oh please oh please, give me just one more hit

Now I'm surrounded by skinny motherfuckers with glass dicks
I'll jack Jack and Jill, smack Bill Clinton and his bitch
Tell Po Po they can't fade me, I'll kill him and his snitch
I'm a bad influence, I'm a bad influence

And motherfuckers don't wanna know what I'll tell these fuckin' kids
Fuck school nigga, bang with me
Why you gotta get a job nigga, slang with me
Listen, my 44 protects ya if any nigga tries to test ya

Nigga who the fuck is you? I'm Peer Pressure
Took the last bit of the thorazine, I'm at the end of the rainbow
There ain't no fuckin' pot of gold, just the ghetto horror show
There we go

I keep a AK everywhere I go
It's Jayo in the ghetto horror show
I keep a AK everywhere I go
It's Jayo in the ghetto horror show

I got to testify, I grew up in this ghetto horror
Justaora got me spittin' from the ghetto Torah
Ghetto bible survival, I'm hittin' rivals in their vitals
Tryin to rob titles, from livin' idols

I give recitals on the drugs, to sex, to county checks to Lex
Your respect from the hot techs
And it's the same for me 'cuz the fame don't wipe away the black
Westside can't react

Braniac with this maniac, get to losin' 'fore the schools get to oozin'
And your bitch get to twosin'
The niggas at 600 pools and like the Pope
Get on the fuckin' city, F niggas like to vote

It's the horror, no tomorrow in your eyes
But look at me nigga, I believe I can fly
You believe, you can die, well, shit it might happen
I believe I can rhyme and look, I start rappin' nigga

I keep a tech 9 everywhere I go
It's Ice Cube in the ghetto horror show
I keep a tech 9 everywhere I go
It's Ice Cube in the ghetto horror show

What is time? Huh, time is divided by two
Before it happens and after it happens
Right now, we callin' it the ghetto horror show

Only a fool would go there at night

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Livin Life As A Rider - Lyrics - On My Way to Church - Jim Jones

Title: Livin Life As A Rider
Album: On My Way to Church
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Winston Thomas, Denise Weeks, Thomas Earl Simons, Jim Jones

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Lyric:
There was no love for us
(Nope)
So we did what we did just to make a buck
Played around we're fucking nuts
(Crazy)
Hope them ho's pucker up tryna get them to slide

That's on our mind getting high all the time
(We tryna fuck)
We hustle hard, hope the fiends buy all the dimes
So we can scoop up and hit the party and scoop a bitch
(Get twisted)

You know the drill homie play the rules
And play the field but don't get killed homie
(Stay alive)
So where's the better days?
The have to get up days to chef up ya just to get us paid
(We hustle hard)

You see never it fails most of my homies either dead or jail
(Gone)
Don't fuck with phonies 'cause they get you killed
(Ah ah)
My testimony's every bitter real
(That's right)

Don't run up on me 'cause I'm gripping steel
(Bang, bang)
I'm kinda nervous and I'm quick on the blast
Due to the murders that I witnessed in town

Livin' the life with a rider seems
It's the only thing that I'm gonna run to
That's when you light and get high with me
Look what the ghetto's did to me
(Baby)

And when you finish running the streets
I'll be the only one that you gonna run to
Just getting paper and ducking police
Look what the ghetto did to me
(Uh, yeah, yeah)

There was no peace in sight
(Nope)
It was sleepless night
(Yup)
Hustling ya breaking day to see the light
(Money man)
Street squalie you see polices lights
(Squalie)

As I polie on this decent price
Got a causes that want some pies 23 a slice
Transactions by the building, uptown Harlem world
Manhattan where we kill them
(Taz)

Plus my project way of thinking spending most my days drinking
It's like I'm on my way to sexton
(Lock in)
But we do what we do thats survival
And we move how we move thats through the rivals
(Fuck them enemies)

It's been said we living suicidal
It's like rush at eleven placing bucks on your bet
Do your thang slang cane and get your bucks on your steps
(Watch)

Watch ya ass young man they want you under arrest
(That's them pigs)
And you ain't know, they getting stripes for that
They have you in your cell man serving life for that

Livin' the life with a rider seems
It's the only thing that I'm gonna run to
That's when you light and get high with me
Look what the ghetto's did to me
(Baby)

And when you finish running the streets
I'll be the only one that you gonna run to
Just getting paper and ducking police
Look what the ghetto did to me
(Uh, yeah, yeah)

Now for my project corners, go hard for warrants
(Fuck 'em)
Every night I make it, I pray to God for goners
(I pray to God)
We pour liquor on floors that's for the soldiers
That we lost in the mist of this war
(RIP Life)

For the ones on the grind and front line they got called by po nine
And now they prisoners of war they fight for appeal or a bill or a ball
'Cause they slipped and got nailed for a sale of a rob
(Zeek you know wassup)

Two shouts for O.B.C.C six main house of fame
When you come home come and see me
Stay cool I lay the rules on ya
Play the fool and they will move on ya
Young niggaz that keep them tools on ya

They quick to let them blickas blast
(Bang, bang)
So crazy the way we get this cash
(How we livin'?)
Real hot up on these murderous blocks
(Blaatat, blaatat)
Broad day bang bang I know you heard all them shots

Livin' the life with a rider
Seems it's the only thing that I'm gonna run to
That's when you light and get high with me
Look what the ghetto's did to me
(Baby)

And when you finish runnin' the streets
I'll be the only one that you gonna run to
Just getting paper and ducking police
Look what the ghetto did to me
(Yeah)

Look what the ghetto did to me
Look what the ghetto did to me
Look what the ghetto did to me
(Eh, eh, eh)

Look what the ghetto did to me
Look what the ghetto did to me
Look what the ghetto did to me
(Eh, eh, eh)

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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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Breakin' The Rules - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Breakin' The Rules
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): Jamal Grinnage, Chris Martin, Eric Murry

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Lyric:
Yeah, check it out, y'all
Firing squad, nigga
(First family)
Yeah, firing squad, nigga
Check it out
(First family)

The name's Bill
(What up Bill?)
I'ma semi-automatic addict for real
Before you test me
Know I feel that the impact from a gat
Then it kicks back is sexy

I put you motherfuckers back on the rip
Tip and get the split in a nigga's shit
(Ain't nothin' changed)
I take you motherfuckers back to 6
And get to dumpin' off a clip

(You know the game)
You wanna test me?
(You gotta)
Let your time be, there's a long line of niggas
That's ready to wrong me

I put my foot down firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me
And most dudes don't like the way I rap
The brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep
Berkuance
(Retreat)

I would never be disconnected from these streets
It's deep, as the and my
(Ocean, potion)
Is to to spit fire, nigga
(Know when)
The rules of the motherfucking game

Here it is ghetto music
(Rock that)
When it drop, if its proper
(Cop that)
'Cause some cats be fakin' the move
In other words, breakin' the rules
(Stop that)

We make ghetto music
(Rock that)
When it drop, if its proper
(Cop that)
'Cause some cats be fakin' the move
In other words, breakin' the rules

Make way, bitch, I'm coming through
I'm Fizzy Wo dog, who the fuck are you?
Y'all niggas be, listenin' to that false information
Here your [unverified]

Thugs know home team from the BK and move niggas
Run with them guns bust off like John Woo
Try to sabatoge the game, I'ma start somethin'
Try to sabatoge my name, I'ma start dumpin'

Why do fucking motherfuckers act like y'all don't be known?
Fizzy Wo, nigga, going for broke
So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic
Automatic and will make your ship sink like the Titanic

Now that I know, that you against me
And you click, you click, you against me too
Tell his man to tell his man, work out another master plan
'Cause I'ma blast a man, what?

Here it is ghetto music
(Rock that)
When it drop, if its proper
(Cop that)
'Cause some cats be fakin' the move
In other words, breakin' the rules
(Stop that)

We make ghetto music
(Rock that)
When it drop, if its proper
(Cop that)
'Cause some cats be fakin' the move
In other words, breakin' the rules

Allow me to express my deepest sympathy
To the family of the cat, that, was hit with the penalty
I begged him not to fuck with me
(I tried)
He didn't listen, so they found his ass missin'

Put my barrel in the back of his mouth
And knocked his head out do or dead, now
Cold, he actually thought I would fold
So I tore him a new hole, word to nigga's soul

When I jump off, or I dump off, about eight rounds
Holdin' my spot down, I'ma knock down, about eight clowns
Nigga, don't you ever fuck around
With the four-pound token

Bonified thugster Brownsville slugger
(What)
Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka
Bitch motherfucker
(Fuck ya)

You musta bought a [unverified] in the heart
Flinch and I'ma tear your ass apart
Come on, straight like that, nigga

Firing Squad, nigga, ha-ha-hah
Hundred years and runnin' yeah
One of my motherfuckin' men, Flipper the Ripper
Y'know what I'm sayin', my nigga City, Teflon
Firing Squad, nigga, for life, yeah

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Black Boy - Lyrics - Cappadonna

Title: Black Boy
Artist: Cappadonna
Composer(s): Darryl Hill, Scott Alexander Kinchen, Tony Sepe, Barry White

Lyric:
Ahh the outdoors, the fresh outdoors
Word up, it's a beautiful day
Bout to go poli' right now that's my WORD
Aiyyo

Aiyyo call me a cab it's the Razor Sharp kid
Dipped everyday my style is po-lit'
I'm out to the Mansion I gots to catch Ghost
I'm headed to the club tonight, we need toast
For that wack ass MC, talkin all the shit
I know we can't wait just to get his wig split
It's war with the Gods this year, represent
The bitch-ass niggaz keep tryin to repent
But we still lickin off, we wild like two cent
Park Hill Projects, say it witcha lungs
Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns
But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive
We gotta fuck somethin up, dead or alive
Y'all comin with us, we live on the other side
Of the chart, where your mother met Poppa Wu

Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets
Black boyyeeee, no more suffering
Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we
Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy

After the tour I came back for more
Comin correctly, just like before
Wu-Tang Forever, I was just a pirate
In the rec room regulatin with Osirus
Deep thoughts, I don't take no shorts
Minds on lease like expensive imports
Elevate the seed, no lust or greed
Livin life long time may continue to breed
Never gettin caught up inside the agencies
For ten long years, but I paid my fee
Now I'm on the frontline with W.T.C
Back me down these streets are still ill
From Brownsville all the way down in Park Hill
Pack with the beef cause niggaz won't chill
Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill
I'm takin this shit way back to Bill Bill
In the projects where my man got killed

Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets
Black boyyeeee, no more suffering
Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we
Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy

Donna Camay, rockin witch'all all night
Used to be a little stressed now I'm gettin it right
Fresh kicks with the gold watch dipped in ice
From Shaolin, it's the vanglorious man
When the world go around these things start to happen
Wifey in the kitchen, brother still snitchin
Bloods accumulatin, we gettin impatient
Knowledge and Wisdom, teach the understandin
That's how I'm plannin, blow up like a cannon
Pull my man in, hit y'all again
Now I make sense, we do this for the rent
Build with intelligence break your defense
No hesitation, time gets spent
Some fall victim, others get bent
Some recognize, real niggaz represent
I can't never stop til my heart is content
Puttin in the work til I feel confident
Blast out darts in the Wu basement

Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets
Black boyyeeee, no more suffering
Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we
Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy

Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets
Black boyyeeee, no more suffering
Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we
Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy

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The Hustle - Lyrics - Electric Circus - Common

Title: The Hustle
Album: Electric Circus
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Emmanuel Riggins, Omar Lye Fook, Lonnie Lynn, Dartanian Donaldson, Karriem Riggins

Lyric:
My eyes watch God from a place
Where times is hard, hard times we embrace
Everybody want a yard 'cause yard means space
Being broke is odd and leaves an odd taste
In the mouth of the Metropolitan

The hustle is hollarin'
Beautiful minds grind, grind for the dollarin'
Whether dice scholarin' or white collarin'
We all taught hustle to prophet like Solomon

The young play corners, Sean Jean modelin'
They get it from they momma, black music is fatherin'
Blue and whites flash lights like parliment
In court non-whites, wishin' they had Cocharan

Tell your guy and them, yo the blocks hot again
Aunties walkin' to liquor stores in moccasins
My guy got a gig, on the side he barberin'
Married a foreign chick so she could get a green card up in the hustle

Just put it in your back and hustle
The paper's stacked so hustle
Gon', gon' get it and get me that
Gon', gon' get it and get me that

Just move and shake and grind and hustle
It's on your mind so hustle
Gon', gon' get it and get me that
Gon', gon' get it and get me that

First to the third, I'm close to the curb
Toast to the bird, now I'm posted to serve
Heard is a verb when you pour dirt on the floor
Bill collecters and the roaches workin' your nerves

It's a ghetto truck for a ghetto boy
To get in them ghetto streets and get him a ghetto toys
He can come so just work murder rate is increasin'
I don't give a fuck long as my coke is decent

And my rims blind the whole damn precinct
Everytime you see a head in my lap you know she sinked
I know I'm dead in this trap, that's not how we think
Fifty shells all around on the ground, can't catch a weak blink

Five went through me, two stayed in me to do my duty
Only thing that subdued me
Two weeks, same corner, new freaks
New geese, all white and 1's new sneaks

Just put it in your back and hustle
The paper's stacked so hustle
Gon', gon' get it and get me that
Gon', gon' get it and get me that

Just move and shake and grind and hustle
It's on your mind so hustle
Gon', gon' get it and get me that
Gon', gon' get it and get me that

Can't knock the hustle, the hustle
I'm in, I'm in too deep, deep to sleep, can't knock the hustle
The hustle caught up in the hustle, I'm gettin' high
Can't knock the hustle, the hustle
I'm in, I'm in too deep, deep to sleep, can't knock the hustle
The hustle gotta hustle up I got to have it

Some rhyme, some throw shows, some sow clothes
Some hobo at the junction inbetween cars
Some enter in functions in between stars
Some teach, some preach sayin' they seen god

Some put they money up, against me odds
Flippin' real estate yo, stocks and bonds
Dreams of rollin' El Derado's bumpin' El Debarge
Whatever the dreams, stay on ya deem the world is ours, its the hustle

Just put it in your back and hustle
The paper's stacked so hustle
Gon', gon' get it and get me that
Gon', gon' get it and get me that

Just move and shake and grind and hustle
It's on your mind so hustle
Gon', gon' get it and get me that
Gon', gon' get it and get me that

Just put it in your back and hustle
The paper's stacked so hustle
Gon', gon' get it and get me that
Gon', gon' get it and get me that

Just move and shake and grind and hustle
It's on your mind so hustle
Gon', gon' get it and get me that
Gon', gon' get it and get me that

Gotta hustle up, stay hustlin'
Gotta hustle up, stay hustlin'
Gotta hustle up, stay hustlin'
Gotta hus, hustle up
Stay hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'

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Back On Top - Lyrics - Gameface - Master P

Title: Back On Top
Album: Gameface
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Obi Nwobosi, George Jr Clinton, Walter Morrison, Garry Shider, Ainz Prasad, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
Gameface, uuh
Check them haters out, check them haters out
Check them haters out, check them haters out
Check them haters out, check them haters out
What? What? What? What?
The new No Limit you heard me them 'round platinum tank

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)

Criticism in the party like it's H20
In the back of the club sayin' bring some more
Me and my soldiers where the party at?
Hinicy, Gin, and Juice who ordered that?
'Cuz ya'll got cars and we got locked
Ya'll buy houses and we buy blocks
It ain't No Limit to the dough I got
The Ghetto Bill Gates in the parkin' lot

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)

Got my pork chop mixed with 2 eggs
A country tycoon with a hole lot of bread
Bentleys and Hummers we 'bout that there
And all my No Limit Soldiers how you do that their?
A couple of pages left but man we got colder
6 feet 5 in the hood we break boulders
Smash supermodels 'cuz they chicks to me
And a million dollars more is like grits to me

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)

Always willin' out but if I'm not willin'
You can take a picture of me on the island smilin'
Love for the haters but they mostly envys
More type of shepherds on lock but they mostly 20's
Play this game, we suppose to win
I drive a lot of cars but they mostly Bentleys
Lot of glass for Cris but they mostly bottles
See me with ghetto chicks but mostly models and um

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)

Ya'll now we on top, but the tank ain't dropped
We be like non stop with the one spot on locked
You wanna play these games where the MVP's
So fresh and so clean like some people in jeans, uuh

Oh look, what? Look
We from the south where they got golds in they mouth
Barbeque's all day right in front of the house
We use slit and slang like
What's cracky man? What's happney man?
We goin' to a platinum, man
We play ball all year, it's that all year

No Limit, P. Miller man, that's all we wear
We run it phat, soldiers get down like that
From the club to the streets we get around like that
Sad vapor roll with dogs that will chase ya
There's love in the game but some will still rate ya
I'm the type jump a crowd and get hype
Rip in track check the source while mights

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)

Where them ballers at shot callers at?
Cris style more wet we want all of that
Where them ballers at shot callers at?
D. D. Rimin, we want all of that
No Limit run this for you?
Hell yea
I said No Limit run this for you?
Hell yea

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
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Illside Of Town - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Illside Of Town
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): L Elliott, J Grinnage, E Murry

Lyric:
In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers

In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers

Ayo, handle your bizness now, you might not get the chance later
Some kinda way every day the passion for bustin' your crater
In the, ghetto where trigga fingers usually itchin'
Here is where I leave for war in the dump, like Richie Rich

It gets a mind blowin' situation, one occupation get left
New occupation still my niggas feel they facin' death
We're jumpin' on decks with the jumpers at the tire
Bucka rapid fire

Now, let the preacher preach
There's a lesson that need to be taught
And look who I brought to teach
I pack fifteen in my 45, pick up niggas with size
Whet up the wildest survive

Wack crews will see M.O.P. is the livest
Downtown Swingin', index finger exercisers
Cut 'em some slack, fuck that, it's on
I know you wanna live, I'd rather see you torn
Out the frame, Bill and Lil' Fame will still stand

I'm thinkin' of a master plan to lace your man
What make you think that you can fuck with Billy Danze?
I'll 4-4 'em, flow 'em, blow 'em to show 'em
That we don't give a fuck about that nigga we don't know 'em in the

Illside of town where they murder niggas, I'm from the
Illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
Take 'em down

You know my face, I'm from the place with two pounds
And trey pounds and four pounds, kill for Brownsville
You know my face I'm from the place wit two pounds
And trey pounds and four pounds, kill for Brownsville

You got drug dealers, gun holders, street rollers
Young bitches with attitudes pushing baby strollers
Ghetto how, we dealin' with these savages, the average is
Deceased or in jail for splittin' niggas cabbages

The characters that's left still the same fellas
They still slingin' heavy metal, ain't nothing but the ghetto
But it's like that, ain't that right, black?
When my enemies strike, it's only right that I strike back

Here in Crooklyn, it's trife
Criminals out to take everything from your jewels to your life
One way to survive on these streets, you choose it
Rip up, load your clip up, slip up and you lose it

Cops roll up on you, son, got bodies on your gun
Caught up in some shit that your mom's always warned you from
See she won't understand that it's in the environment
That's why these trigga happy niggas keep firing

I ain't just fall into no grave
If I gotta get bodied, it gotta be goin' out in a blaze
I'm fazed, whether it's him or me goin' down
No matter the repercussions, M.O.P. hold it down in the

Illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers

In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
In the illside of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
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