Got Me On The Line - Lyrics - Ratt

Title: Got Me On The Line
Artist: Ratt
Composer(s): Stephen Pearcy, Robbin Crosby

Lyric:
Hello?

Well, cocktails for two, me and you
It's some fun hot afternoon
Whenever I'm alone I
I sit and pick up the phone, give a call

She's so hot to have and to hold me
She said, "I'll be your one and only"
I know what it means to be alone

Got me on the line
Ready for the night
You got me on the line
Now you'll think twice

You like your home sweet home all alone
You will be callin' me
I've heard the news around the town
You're not gonna hang up on me

She's so hot to have and to hold me
She said, "I'll be your one and only"
I know what it means to be alone

Got me on the line
Ready for the night
You got me on the line
Long distance kept me holding on

Got me on the line
Ready for the night
You got me on the line
Now you'll think twice

Got me on the line
Long distance kept me holdin' on
You got me on the line
Ready for tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, hey

Nobody hangs up on me

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Request Line - Lyrics - Bridging The Gap - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Request Line
Album: Bridging The Gap
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Rhett Lawrence, William Adams, Natalie Hinds, Mike Fratantuno, George Pajon, Allen Pineda

Lyric:
Pick up the phone, call up the line
Call up the request line
Call up the line
Call up the request line
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested on the radio
Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show
Make a brother feel like I'm down at the disco

And we gonna keep it going like Crisco
'Cuz the DJ grab the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we greatful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful

Last night the DJ saved my life
'Cuz of the collection of the records he saved
To the direction of the record we swayed
And all night through the session we stayed

'Cuz you know you got the feeling, all right
Good god got the feeling, all right
Touch the ceiling when I'm feelin', all right now
And I be feelin', all right
Don't stop, keep it goin' now come on

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

Turn table, let's bless me on my stereo
Play my favorite song on my stereo
Like Macy Gray, Roots, and D'Angelo
Mos Def, Les Nubian's, and De La Soul

I like them cuts with the soul and original
Never afraid to be creative on your radio
Spin my jam when I'm cruisin' down the barrio
Turn my audio up, create a party yo

Hey DJ would you play ma song
And get ma rock get ma roll get ma hip-hop on
And I'm dancin' all day, all night
Gimme some inside, make me feel hot inside

All right
Got me feelin', all right
Got me feelin', all right
Got me feelin', all right
All shots down, all right
Got me wanna get down all night
All night, all right now

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

Jump up, enjoy the sound
Show everybody how just how you get down
Get loose now, get down
Everybody, everybody have a good time

Jump up, enjoy the sound
Show everybody how just how you get down
Get loose now, get down
Everybody, everybody have a good time

Last night a DJ saved my life
Last night a DJ saved my life

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

What you say, what you say now
What you say now, the request line

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369 - Lyrics - Cupid

Title: 369
Artist: Cupid
Composer(s): Timothy Jamahli Thomas, Richard Velonskis, Theron Makiel Thomas, L Chase, J. Werner-Mccarthy, L. Werner-Kent, B Simmons, B Bernard

Lyric:
3, 6, 9, the goose drank wine
The monkey chewed tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

Ladies and gentlemen
I'm about to make you feel alright
I've got the beat to move your feet
Plus I know just what you like

You're hotter then a pepper
1, 2 stepper, baby that is a shame
You gotta keep it moving, gotta keep it groovin'
'Cause baby you're off the chain

Now let me see ya like
A hanky panky I'ma turn around
The girl's gonna do it, let me lay it down
There's a couple of games I like to play
By the time I'm due this is what you'll say

3, 6, 9, the goose drank wine
The monkey chewed tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

3, 6, 9, the goose drank wine
The monkey chewed tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

If you gotta problem
I don't wanna hear it just let it go
All my ladies on the beat
Let me see you drop it to the floor

Fellas take a look around
The ladies are so fine!
It's going down, so get on up
Now you add that second line

Now let me see ya like
A hanky panky I'ma turn around
The girl's gonna do it, let me lay it down
There's a couple of games I like to play
By the time I'm due this is what you'll say

3, 6, 9, the goose drank wine
The monkey chewed tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

3, 6, 9, the goose drank wine
The monkey chewed tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

It's B.O.B.
Acting like a radar
The way she movin' faster
Then go slow just like some dalla
So maybe me and her
Can get to chewin' like tobacco
That's old fashioned talk
But my slang is rather dapper
And plus I got the swagger
Clap clap

Like a pistol
She seen my everywhere
Because I be on my grizzle
Dat mean I'm on my ground
All the time
No matter little
Her name is Claudia
She said meet ya in a little bit
So I'm trying to see if she can
Clap clap

In the building
Women let me see ya
Clap clap

Players in the building
Let me see ya
Clap clap

Came to get it started
Let me see ya
Clap clap

Came to have a party
Let me see ya

3, 6, 9, the goose drank wine
The monkey chewed tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

3, 6, 9, the goose drank wine
The monkey chewed tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

3, 6, 9, the goose drank wine
The monkey chewed tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

3, 6, 9, the goose drank wine
The monkey chewed tobacco on the streetcar line
The line broke, the monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat

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Dancefloor - Lyrics - Fever - Kylie Minogue

Title: Dancefloor
Album: Fever
Artist: Kylie Minogue
Composer(s): Steve Anderson, Cathy Dennis

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Lyric:
Gonna lose it in the music
Gonna lose it in the music
Gonna lose it in the music
Gonna lose it in the music

On the dancefloor
Gonna lose it in the music
On the dancefloor
Got my body gonna use it
On the dancefloor
Must be, must be

Good times, bad times, baby you're in trouble
You stole my heart and you're given me up
And we're not even friends so how can we be lovers
I want to know the truth

'Cause I've had enough, I'm sick and tired of pleasing you
Have I had your love, is that the best that you can do?
You can dream of changing my mind but your wasting your time
'Cause if you think you've got me, right, just watch me

On the dancefloor
Gonna lose it in the music
On the dancefloor
Got my body gonna use it
On the dancefloor
The best that you never had but now you've lost me
So come on watch me getting over you

Had your chance but baby you blew it
You never loved me and baby you knew it
And every time that you messed with my mind
I still believed in you

'Cause I've had enough, I'm sick and tired of pleasing you
Have I had your love, is that the best you can do?
You can dream of changing my mind but you're way out of line
'Cause if you think you've got me, if you think you've got me
Boy, just watch me

On the dancefloor
Gonna lose it in the music
On the dancefloor
Got my body gonna use it
On the dancefloor
The best that you never had but now you've lost me
So come on watch me getting over you

On the dancefloor
Gonna lose it in the music
On the dancefloor
Got my body gonna use it
On the dancefloor
The best that you never had but now you've lost me
So come on watch me getting over you

You can dream of changing my mind but your wasting your time
'Cause if you think you've got me, if you think you've got me
Boy, just watch me

On the dancefloor
Gonna lose it in the music
On the dancefloor
Got my body gonna use it
On the dancefloor
The best that you never had but now you've lost me
So come on watch me getting over you

On the dancefloor
Gonna lose it in the music
On the dancefloor
Got my body gonna use it
On the dancefloor
The best that you never had but now you've lost me
So come on watch me getting over you

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Street Kings - Lyrics - Untold Story - Game

Title: Street Kings
Album: Untold Story
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Davon Brown, Ivory Collins, Damon Morris, Quincy Bailey, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Fuck it, yo, who the best MC on the west?
By far it's me and in my car is a continental tea
And my broad in that continental suite
With the armadillo rollin' up dutches like that motherfuckers

Beef with the kid, click clack, motherfuckers
Let them bullets burn your six pack, motherfuckers
Get jacked, motherfucker, when you come to Compton
Get a mack, motherfucker, when you come to Compton

I walk through Times Square holdin' my Johnson
A cross style Jada make a run threw Yonkers
I got D-blocks like the locks and these glocks like to pop
And nigga I like your watch, so roll over, you can die with the jury

First nigga, take the stand to testify he gonna die with the jury
And I might kidnap the judge or send a team
To lean on the prosecutors so the DA budge
I got niggas that'll ride for a grand

So handover my rock like Earl Manson
You can die where you stand
You got his back you can die with your man
I'll let you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down

You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us

You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime, you want us then come and try us

I'm a take it to the next, take it to a motherfuckin' neck
Pull up on a nigga holdin' triggers and techs
We droppin' square beads, you easy to read
This is the end of the road for whole ass MC's

Smoke grass by the pound, glock holds 17 rounds
And the flow'll knock any nigga down
Rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and your people
Said them that I shitted on you nigga like I was a flock of seagulls

Infrared beam like a traffic jam at night
Handle any man in sight with his hands upon a mic
Wanna light, I got the torch, California up north
For any nigga puttin' flamed on a Porches and never drive on

Bitch, you're gonna die on
San Quinton for and five catch a live one
Bust shots at the clouds, so we can shine some
Get up off your ass and nigga and grind some

You know this GL shit, we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us

You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds

Flash fuckers on the tip of the gat
You can put on flat but I'll kill that, I'll open you up like a mat
Even if you heard at I squirted and murdered a man
And these new school nigga talk like we heard of them plans

Seventy-two times 36 millimeters in your mini van
Gettin' off on you nigga and your mini-mans
Only thing runnin' is blood nigga so we gettin' grand
So we will bust your head, nigga, straight through your hand

Or get off in yo ass nigga like Jackie Chan
And when it's all said and done it's a one will stand
Gunnin' this motorbike, feelin' this power man
A 185 miles per hour, man, I stay co-relatin' with the Taliban
I show up, show up, show up, show up

Niggaz talk about money, they forgot the struggle
Playas paint a perfect picture, they forgot the hustle
Pieces of a puzzle, guzzlin' pints, watchin' the moonlight
Turn to sunlight, street more gun fights, penitentiary kites

Seen a man turn to mice than mice turn to man
See my nigga take the stand turn my other mans hand
Got me nauseous in my abdomen, got me servin' grams again
Grams rapped in rubber bands, 22's on them rubbers bands

Slow rollin, 'dro blowin', I'm gettin' rich you see my fro growin'
Ho's knowin' I pimp them to the fullest, respect a gangsta
You can shoot but I eat bullets, I shit missiles
And my eyeballs look like crystals, my shits official
It's more humaro Merofrista

Yo, yo, it's Luke and everything I sit on fat
Niggaz be like oh shit, how a nigga shit on that?
You wanna see me shit on and grit on tracks
Glock with the red paint, puttin' it on hat
Talk about the real thing not the 760

The reason that they took the fair team to get me
You don't want it with my dogs, you got teeni guys
I mean itsy bitsy little bitty weeni guys
I done seen them guys bought as big as my gats
And they ain't even got enough strength to squeeze on that

You want real hard core shit I be's on that
Cop the XLT you put threes on that, put cheese on hats
When luchi seeks squeeze on gats we even leave these on flat
G's messin' low they got g's on that and have
How your momma outside screamin' "Please don't clap"

You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds

You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us

You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds

You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us

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World Wide Mob Figgaz - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: World Wide Mob Figgaz
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tyruss Himes, Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur, James Andrew Reigart, Malcolm Greenidge, Mutah Beale, Rufus Cooper

Lyric:
Uhh, world wide mob figgaz
World wide mob figgaz
(O U T L A W Z)
World wide mob figgaz
(For real, for real)
World wide mob figgaz
(Check game little young punks)
World wide mob figgaz
(All you niggaz is jealous cats)

What? Uh, uh
Put your hands up, rich niggaz throw the grands up
And what?
I got a plot to get what's mine in the nine-nine
It's my time mother fucker try to stop me busting nine-nines
Wild ridahs all I see when I open up
Baby girl fucking you now, before I blow up
You know what?
I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw
In the closet like a ridah type of whore by the shore

Not sure, of who to trick on but I'm collectin' these vicks
When I put the dick on her
O U T L A W Z
Fucking with a nigga living destructively
Pump and pee Tuckin' T's up in ?
When I jump on I'm trying to handle my business full grown
Just soft niggaz, it's getting crazy after dark
Where the real thug niggaz see ya are?
We world wide mob figgaz

We got niggaz on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

Nigga duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin'
Shouldn't start your gun if you ain't kill nuttin'
Now you gotta face the death man got flow heavily armed
Outlawz did that, heavily gone
So we ride with what's left us, the best of us
Plus we wake up with our tech on us
We test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street
Obey the rules of the ones who want beef we'll eat
Y'all niggaz weak in a motherfuckin' way it's so pitiful
I'll leave you mother fuckers critical

We heard the slick shit you said on fucking too short tape
But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave
That's what you brave niggaz get for fucking with this
You had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed
Just switched to fake
Napoleon be the mother fucker last nigga with the gat to break
The last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got
Fuckin' with niggaz that give a damn about hip-hop
This how it go in our family
Busting outlawz shit is what we stand for gradually
We world wide mob figgaz

We got niggaz on the front line living it up
(World wide mother fucking mob figgaz)
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
(Weed smoking, gun toting, drinking)
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang
(Riding on our mother fucking enemies)

We got homies on the front line living it up
(Y'all know how we do it)
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
(A world wide mob figure)
Ain't nothing but a thug thang

I be the Young N O to the B L E
Last name O U T L A W Z
M A R was for starters, flee the whole cartridge
Your lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage
It's hitting donuts in a six
Sip Coronas when we bendin' the corner, brothers hit
Urban legend, dirty third still reppin'
Still double-S to bum rush your session

I get as dirty as birt, you just a nigga in a skirt
Drinkin' Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt
Sprint to the church that you got comin'
Outlawz on the ride picture God runnin'
Ain't nuttin' but a thug thang, bust your brains
Pac passed the rock so we tucked the game
Under our belt, we huntin' the wealth, you fuckin' yourself off
Don't you know not to go against the Outlawz

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang

Hey watch out man, look out
Known for doin' scandalous deeds, no handlin' me
Hypnotic to drugs it's the straight thug nigga in me
I swoop down and 'cause havoc
My rapid delivery, is automatic lettin' niggaz have it
I've been labeled as a thug nigga
Since they don't sell my shit to white folks
Ship it to the drug dealers

And catch a catch a nigga world wide
A fuckin' mob figga West coast, who-ride
When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger

But we ain't sell our souls
Bustin' on my enemies, murder my foes
At my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action
Now get to clappin' to my cuts, a world wide mob figga

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang

Hey yo, get that mother fucker right there
Hey yo, K, pull out man, that mother fucker and blast
Yo Mo, get over there, get over there
Hey yo Malc, get
Bustin' them mother fuckers
Hey bust on them, bust on that nigga
Hey yo Yak, c'mon, Fatal, lets get the fuck outta here
Fuck them niggaz
West Coast nigga, West Coast

World wide mother fucking mob figgaz nigga
We thug life
Nigga know what time it is
Get the fuck out of here
Any day, any day nigga, come on
Hey come the fuck on
We out nigga, westside!
Outlaw ridahs biatch!

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Lay It On The Line - Lyrics - Classics - Triumph

Title: Lay It On The Line
Album: Classics
Artist: Triumph
Composer(s): Rik Emmett, Mike Levine, Gil Moore

Lyric:
It's the same old story all over again
You turn a lover into just another friend
I wanna love you, I wanna make you mine
Won't you lay it on the line

I'm tired of playin' foolish games
I'm tired of all your lies makin' me insane
I don't ask for much, truth will do just fine
Won't you lay it on the line

Lay it on the line
Lay it on the line
Lay it on the line
Don't waste my time

You got no right to make me wait
Better talk girl before it gets too late
I never ever thought you could be so unkind
Won't you lay it on the line

Lay it on the line
Lay it on the line
Lay it on the line
Don't waste my time

You know I love you, you know it's true
It's up to you, girl, now what have I got to do
Don't hold me up, girl, don't waste my precious time
Won't you lay it on the line

Lay it on the line
Lay it on the line
Lay it on the line
Lay it on the line

Don't hold me up, girl
Lay it on the line
Yeah, yeah
Lay it on the line

Lay it on the line, girl
Lay it on the line
Oh, don't hold me up, girl
Lay it on the line

Lay it on the line
Lay it on the line
Lay it on the line

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I'M Ballin - Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

Title: I'M Ballin
Album: Trill
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): Zak Wallace, Phalon Alexander, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
Alright, alright, alright
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Alright, alright

It's Bun B and Jazze Phizzle, Phizzle
It's Bun B and Phizzle, Phizzle, Phizzle
It's Bun B and Jazze Phizzle, Phizzle
Bun B, UGK sho nuff ladies and gentlemen

Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good

I said, I got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good

Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower
It's already understood, I got the money and the power
I'ma grab the baby powder, under shirt and white tee
My Dickies, fitted cap and white one's that's me

A hundred karats worth of rocks, courtesy of Johnny
I roll a couple blunts, and load up the Tommy
Ready to get my stunt on, my pockets on swoll
Now all I gotta do, is see which car I'm finna roll

Now I can take the Benz, or I can take the Rover
And if I pull the Bentley Coupe out, then it's over
But I'ma keep it OG, and pull out the slab
So I can sit on buck, and have some wood grain to grab

Last but not least, before I pull out on the scene
You know I gotta po' me up, my oily cup of lean
I've been stacking all this green, now it's time for some spending
I've been cool about this grinding, but ain't no mo' pretending

Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good

I said, I got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good

Now if you see me in the shopping center, walking down the hall
It's already understood, that I'm buying out the mall
I got six homies with me, and at least two freaks
Man we looking for the Louis, and the Gucci boutiques, okay

I keep the flyest footwear, and the newest Locs
And if I get somethin' for me, I'm getting somethin' for my folks
'Cause we all gon be fitted up, we all popping tags
We all walking out of this mall, with big bags

And I ain't gotta brag, you can see it for yourself
I got ballers on my right side, and ballers on my left
We ain't from the same hoods, but it's all to the good
We bout getting this money, like some real G's should

And we ain't knocking nobody's hustle, why plex man
You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man
You can't be like Bun B, so why try to
Get your own bread, and you can ball just like I do

Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good

I said, I got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good

Before I pull up to the valet, and hop out of the car
It's already understood, that we buying out the bar
It's a line around the corner, people trying to get inside
But a playa like myself, is finna walk right by it

Now, move the velvet rope, and keep the scanner
You don't wanna see us angry, like we David Banner
2000 and 5, Tony Montana haters
Ain't no need for you to knock us, just congratulate us

We done made it out the ghetto, by staying on the grind
We focused on the paper chase, with money on our mind
Now we just wanna shine, buy some bottles and pop 'em
So if you see niggaz out there, playa hating then stop 'em

'Cause we don't really wanna have, to bust a motherfucker's head
We just wanna holla at bad bitches, and spend this bread
We buying everybody drinks, and making it rain
'Cause I'ma rep, like a motherfucking underground king

Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good

I said, I got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm ballin'
Diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good

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Black Steel - Lyrics - Maxinquaye - Tricky

Title: Black Steel
Album: Maxinquaye
Artist: Tricky
Composer(s): James Henry Boxley, Eric Sadler, William Drayton, Carlton Ridenhour

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Lyric:
I got a letter from the government the other day
Opened it and read it, it said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me givin' a damn, I said, never

Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like myself because I never did
I wasn't with it but just that very minute
It occurred to me, the suckers had authority

Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell
How long has it been? They got me sittin' in the state pen
I gotta get out, but that thought was thought before
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor

I'm not a fugitive on the run
But a brother like me, begin to be another one
Public enemy servin' time, they drew the line y'all
They criticize me for some crime

I got a letter, I got a letter, I got a letter
Picture me givin' a damn, I said, never
Mmm, mmm, mmm
It occurred to me, the suckers had authority

Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell
How long has it been? They got me sittin' in the state pen
I gotta get out, but that thought was thought before

I got a letter from the government the other day
Opened it and read it, it said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me givin' a damn, I said, never

Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like me and myself, because I never did
I wasn't with it but just that very minute
It occurred to me the suckers had authority

Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell
How long has it been? They got me sittin' in the state pen
I gotta get out but that thought was thought before
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor

I'm not a fugitive on the run
I'm not a fugitive on the run

Many switch in, switch on, switch off
Many switch in, switch on, switch off
Many switch in, switch on, switch off
Many switch in, switch on, switch off
Many switch in, switch on, switch off

Nevertheless they could not understand
I am a black man and I could never be a veteran
On the strength of situations, I'm real
I got a raw deal, so I'm lookin' for the steel, looking for the steel

I got a letter from the government the other day
Opened and read it, it said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me givin' a damn, I said, never

Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like me and myself, because I never did
I wasn't with it, but just that very minute
It occurred to me the suckers had authority

Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell
How long has it been? They got me sittin' in the state pen
I gotta get out, but that thought was thought before
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor

I'm not a fugitive on the run, I'm not
I'm not, I'm not a fugitive on the run
But a brother like me, begun to be another one
Public enemy servin' time, they drew the line y'all
They'll criticize me for some crime

I got a letter from the government the other day
Opened it and read it, it said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me givin' a damn, I said, never

Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like me and myself, because I never did
I wasn't with it, but just that very minute

Mmm, mmm, mmm
I got a letter from the government the other day
Opened it and read it, it said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me givin' a damn, I said, never

Here is a land that never gave a damn

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Partyline 555-On-Line - Lyrics - Five

Title: Partyline 555-On-Line
Artist: Five
Composer(s): Pop Denniz Richard Breen, Neville Richard Dobson, Scott James Robinson, Sean Kieran Conlon, Jason Paul Brown, Jacob Ivar Schulze, Herbert Crichlow

Lyric:
{You got the flop for your hair
Check this out}

Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Five, five, five on line

Bein' the man that I am
And the click that I got
I wish I was a little bit more like Super Cop
It's a frenzy my friends be
Like Benzs to Bentley
This bad boy not bad
So why don't you comprende?
I got your number
Don't you think it's time we hook it up
I'm home alone
Ain't no mums in my area
Can't go to your place
'Cos your mum's scarier
You want to bring some of your friends
The more the merrier

You got my number on your dial
Waitin' just to come around
Anytime, anywhere
Whatever's planned of mini skirts
High shoes and leather
Tonight's the night
Do me right, turn me on

Jhelisa got the body
Julie got the back
Lisa got the energy
To help me stay on track

Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Five, five, five on line

I'm not talkin' about the ladies
That loves to lead you on
Say they got your number
But they never ever call
Like Eva the honey dip
Now I don't even wanna trip
Gave her my number
Her man gave me the fat lip
Now I don't bother callin' anybody anymore
Sippin' the finest
Chauffeur driven and I'm gettin' calls
Five, five, five ladies loves the Cool J
No Mr. Smith in this baby
Come and get the real thing

You got my number on your dial
Waitin' just to come around
Anytime, anywhere
Whatever's planned of mini skirts
High shoes and leather
Tonight's the night
Do me right, turn me on

Jhelisa got the body
Julie got the back
Lisa got the energy
To help me stay on track

Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Five, five, five on line

Now I got digital and optical
I'm even on the net
I got mmm, ah, oh, I forget
'Cos nothin' in this world
Like some sexual healin'
Toss it up baby
I'm ready willin' receivin'
Message understood
Loud and clear I'll be there
You got my number on your dial
Anytime anywhere
Whatever's clever mini skirts
High shoes or leather
Tonight's the night baby
Got to get them wetter

Girl you look so fine
Just call me anytime
Drivin' me crazy
Can't get you off my mind
Girl you look so fine
Just call me anytime
Drivin' me crazy
Can't get you off my mind
Girl you look so fine
Just call me anytime
Drivin' me crazy
Can't get you off my mind

Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Let's have a party
Connect me to somebody
Five, five, five on line

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8 Minutes To Sunrise - Lyrics - Common

Title: 8 Minutes To Sunrise
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Jill Scott, Andre Harris

Lyric:
Yeah, yo, yo, yo yo, yo, yo
Yo, a touch of jazz y'all, yeah, yeah
[Unverified] y'all, yo they got us on the run, like

8 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh baby now, how we gonna get through?
(I, don't, know)

Can't go left, can't go right
(Uh uh, uh uh)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(C'mon c'mon c'mon)
7 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(Do it, do it)

It was once said by Black Thought that "Things fall apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart, the art of it made it interestin'
Plus me and sister blend before we got intimate

Friend or no friend, my man caught wind
This chick is payin' me, it'll either cost me or cost him
Told her she shoulda lost him a while ago
(When?)
'Cause dude'll drink a pile of Mo' and defile her yo

I ain't here to start on this nigga, for me to wreck his broad
You could tell what I thought of this nigga
Nickname was Smoke, don't know if that was cause of cigarettes
(Or what?)
Or guns he tote, he called shots on the deck

So I wasn't tryin' to call his bluff, by his persona
You could see, he think he tough
If that wasn't enough, old girl had his son
This is Wild like the West I'm like Jesse on the run, uhh

6 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin
Oh baby now, how we gon' get through?
(I, don't, know)

Can't go left and can't go right and
(Uh uh, uh uh)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(Yo, we got)
5 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(Do it, do it)

I understand that time is runnin' out, I'm thinkin' of town-skippin'
Got a Chevy but the alternator be trippin'
I'm hittin' rum straight, thinkin' of a route to truncate
The streets is watchin', out is one way I put myself in his Nike's

His position is, "Aight man, somebody bonin' my lady"
Probably snap like Rod-man
My plan was to meet at this bar called the Tiki
(When?)
'Round four, when she was comin' she would beep me

I sat deep in the corner, drinkin' zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw this stud I recognized
(Who?)
One of Smoke's guys, to stay out of sight I tried

Told Jill Scott to meet we coulda picked a better spot
On some nobody's supposed to be here, shit like Deborah Cox
Looked at my watch, shit I don't even got a watch
Felt for my glock, dammit I don't even got a glock, yo

4 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh baby now, how we gon' get through?
(I, don't, know)

Can't go left and can't go right and
(Uh uh, uh uh)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(C'mon c'mon)
3 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(Do it, do it)

Pressure puh-pressure what? The pressure's cookin'
It ain't good lookin', like a black promoter I'm talkin' bookin'
Not that I'm spooked of dude, I could whup him
But he was on the horn informin' the rest of them hoodlums
(Aight)

Usually I wouldn't fight over a woman, old girl had a sun-shine
was messed up, on Smoke's payroll was one-time
My pager went off, it read one line, "Come get me
From Halsted", I'm thinkin' this is monkey bar, shit

Went to the phone quick, called her, her line was busy
(What happened?)
Situation number nine, got my mind dizzy
Wondered if this plan was designed to get me
I've been drinkin' too strong to be thinkin' too long

Like 40 goin' North I'm doin' 50, headed for the spot
Askin' God to be with me, and lately
She has been actin' shifty
(But what?)
But then it hit me, it hit me
(Hit me, hit me)
It hit me, it hit me
(Hit me)

2 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh baby now, how we gonna get through?
(Yo, I said I, don't, know)

Can't go left and can't go right and
(Uh uh, nope)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(Yo, we got)
1 minute to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(One one, one ha?)

1 minute, one, one
(We got, we got)
1 minute, one, one
(Ahh shit, we got)

1 minute, one, one
(What we got girl?)
1 minute, now, now
(Baby, com sense on the run)

1 minute, one
(Com sense on the run)
1 minute
(Just got on the run, just got on the run)

Com sense on the run, com sense on the run
Just got on the run, just got on the run
They got us on the run like, they got us on the run

They got us on the yo, they got us on the run
Uhh, yo, they got us on the run
They got us on the yo, they got us on the run
And we out

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Ghost Radio - Lyrics - Brian Setzer

Title: Ghost Radio
Artist: Brian Setzer
Composer(s): Brian Setzer, John Mellor

Lyric:
As I came across the Pecos
And broke west of the line
This thunderstorm was running
And it ran me out of time

So I was racing through the rain
With this rig from Tennessee
When a voice cut through the static
Bringing comfort home to me
They were singing

I ain't sittin' in no shack
I got me a Ford right out the back
So come on and roll me over
If I ain't there in nothing flat

With a honky-tonk attitude
I'll be doing the straight line swing
C'mon and grab your horseshoe
And throw it in the ring

Now the levee wall was breaking
Rocks were rolling from the ridge
The announcer broke in saying
There was a bus trapped on the bridge

So I turned my rig around
I was axle-deep in mud
And I found those people stranded
The bridge was groaning in the flood
Still my radio was singing

I ain't sittin' in no shack
I got me a Ford right out the back
So come on and roll me over
If I ain't there in nothing flat

Honky-tonk attitude
I'll be doing the straight line swing
C'mon and grab your horseshoe
And throw it in the ring

With the grinding of my engine
I hauled those people free
With the raging river rising
The driver came thanking me

So I told him about the message
He said, "That can't be right
The storm knocked out the radio tower
Late last Saturday night"
But through the static we heard singing

I ain't sittin' in no shack
Got me a Ford right out the back
So come on and roll me over
If I ain't there in nothing flat

Honky-tonk attitude
I'll be doing the straight line swing
C'mon and grab your horseshoe
And throw it in the ring

Them old truckers gonna tell you
Down the lonely interstate
Out the dead air on the waveband
The Texas Playboys break

You'll hear a keening voice
Bob Wills is with you as you drive
And you'll know you got a broadcast
Straight from 1935
Can you hear him singing

I ain't sittin' in no shack
Got me a Ford right out the back
So come on and roll me over
If I ain't there in nothing flat

Honky-tonk attitude
Doing the straight line swing
C'mon and grab your horseshoe
And throw it in the ring

I ain't sittin' in no shack
Got me a Ford right out the back
Come on and roll me over
If I ain't there in nothing flat

Honky-tonk attitude
Doing the straight line swing
C'mon and grab your horseshoe
And throw it in the ring

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Renaissance - Lyrics - Bullet - Mat Kearney

Title: Renaissance
Album: Bullet
Artist: Mat Kearney
Composer(s): Mathew Kearney

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Lyric:
This is my renaissance, this is my one response
This is the way I'll say I love you
This is my second chance, this is my one romance
This is the cutting line on which I stand to show you

It happened fast in a flash, just this evening
As I hit the gas, horn blast, brakes were screaming
As the car crashed, broken glass, broke my dreaming
I hit the dash, so fast my ears are ringing

My sister's on the right side just slightly leaning
I grabbed her hand hard until she started breathing
My brother's in the back, jaw cracked from the beating
The breath in my chest has slipped and I'm sinking

Blinking through diamond spider webs of cracked glass
I'm trying to remember all the words you said in the past
Through the ash, siren screams and red beams
I hear you sing softly to me

I can be the wall when you fall down
Find me on the rocks when you break down
I heard it in the song when you call out
But I got to say now it's got to change

I can be the wall when you fall down
Find me on the rocks when you break down
I heard it in the song when you call out
But I got to say now it's got to change right time

This is my broken heart, this is my bleeding start
This is the way I've come to know you
This is my winding road, this is my way back home
This is the narrow door you know that I will walk through

I got a letter today of why she went away
She said, "It's better this way, you knew I never could stay
Half empty closets and frames, all that's left to my name"
As she left in the rain and left my heart on a chain

Three years I've built this two-face tower for hours on a lease
You gave me one yellow flower that said rest in peace
In pieces I've broken open to think too much or just enough
Alone to trust midst the rubble and the dust

Humbled, it took this much to break down and understand
Spent my life this far on castles made of sand
Tossed in the breakers in the palm of your hand
Now I can finally stand

I can be the wall when you fall down
Find me on the rocks when you break down
I heard it in the song when you call out
But I got to say now it's got to change

I can be the wall when you fall down
Find me on the rocks when you break down
I heard it in the song when you call out
But I got to say now it's got to change

I can be the wall when you fall down
Find me on the rocks when you break down
I heard it in the song when you call out
But I got to say now it's got to change

I can be the wall when you fall down
Find me on the rocks when you break down
I heard it in the song when you call out
But I got to say now it's got to change
I can be the wall, I heard it in the song
And I can be the wall, I heard it in the song

This is my renaissance, this is my one response
This is the way I'll say I love you

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Automatic Thrill - Lyrics - Gluecifer

Title: Automatic Thrill
Artist: Gluecifer
Composer(s): Frithjof Jacobsen, Rolf Yngve Uggen, Arne C. Skagen, Kare Vestrheim, Danny Young, Stig Atle Amundsen

Lyric:
Automatic thrill come
Come and get me in my sleep
Automatic thrill come
Come and get me in my sleep

Make a stain upon the sheet
Got me smelling sweet
Make a stain upon the sheet
Got me smelling sweet

Dark blue movie on the inner screen
Depravated plot got me feeling so mean
Big bad cast and they come in all shapes
Automatic thrill when I pull the drapes

Got me runnin' down an alley
Full of hate and melancholy
Got me suckin' on a bitter pill
Sucker for the big kill
Automatic thrill

I've been a GI fighting
On the front line, yeah
Been on airports
Lookin' for the right sign, yeah

I have been with sisters I have been with moms
I've had blisters all over my palms
I have given life, I have made the kill
Got myself addicted to the automatic thrill
Automatic thrill, automatic thrill

Make a cut to the place
Where I get to see that gory face
Add a helicopter noise add some freaky lookin' boys
Get it runnin' drag me in and put the spittle on my chin

Girlfriends makin' out in prison cells
Hunchback creep and he's bangin' on the bells
Big black dog sittin' at my door
Automatic thrill and I want it some more

Add a helicopter noise add some freaky lookin' boys
Get it runnin' drag me in and put the spittle on my chin
Got me runnin' down an alley, full of hate and melancholy
Got me suckin' on a bitter pill, sucker for the big kill

Automatic thrill, got me suckin' on the pill
Automatic thrill, got me suckin' on the pill
Automatic thrill, got me suckin' on the pill
Automatic thrill, got me suckin' on the pill

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Get In Line - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Get In Line
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O. Thomas

Lyric:
One, two, three, kick it

Nigga know I hate his guts, so he don't cross my path
'Cause he know I've been survivin' all of the wars I had
Bitch-nigga called hisself killin' my dog
But he didn't, though, so I'm tyin' up him and his broad

Betta say somethin' and it betta be what I wanna hear
I'm listenin', scary bitches started shittin' and pissin'
You might see him on a milk carton, dog, he still missin'
Somebody might catch him up on a hook when they fishin'

Look, I've been itchin' to get bitches, money, and jewels
I know some nigga's got a package, I'ma run with the fool
Through the years older playaz told me to keep my head strong
'Cause niggas is followers, and some of 'em led wrong

But if I bust a cap in 'em, I will be dead wrong
They don't know what's happenin' and I ain't gonna say it to 'em
'Cause bitches be catchin' conversation inspectin'
And fuck up and give them people some bad information

Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
(One, two, three, kick it)

You're a certified clown in my eyes
That's the reason why half of your hood got shit bags on your side
You talk a good game but you a ho when they ride
Nigga don't have to look for you, they know you inside

You probly got your tail in your ass, your thumb in your mouth
Protected custody so you don't come in your house
Motherfucker, where all the shit you said you was 'bout?
Let you tell it, you been 'bout bustin' heads in the south

Can't be fuckin' with no lame, fake
Ain't even gon' watch your back, nigga
Get popped, can't handle the pressure and rat, nigga
Take the whole clique down runnin' his lips
Can't come back in the bricks now, he'll get flipped

It's a cold game but I don't give a fuck, my nigga
I feel threatened by anybody, I'ma bust that nigga up my nigga
Then go get a mill, fuck my bitch
I take this game to heart, unless niggas disagree

Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
(One, two, three, kick it)

I'm a lil' man, stand my ground no matter what
Glock glued to my hand, there's no one you can trust
Niggas turned on they own nigga behind Geez
If I think they won't turn on me, I'm outta luck

So I roll first, cock and shoot first
Gotta stay over the head to duck a T-shirt
You want beef? You want war? You want me?
Nothin' between us but air and opportunity

Don't talk 'bout what you gon' do, do it, nigga
'Cause you're wastin' your breath, go 'head, prove it, nigga
Shit's real, I ain't got time to fake
Time's money, I ain't got time to waste

But on the straight with me bein' real
To let others' niggas know I don't fake, ya gotta get killed
Oh, bitch-nigga playin' with a rich nigga like me
Ya wind up six feet, clown

Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
(One, two, three, kick it)

Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
(Kick it)

Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three

Step up, wherever the fuck you is, nigga
Don't throw a motherfuckin' brick
And hide your hand like a ol' pussy-ass, nigga
(One, two, three, kick it)

Come out to the light, nigga, let me see who you is?
You wan' do me somethin' or harm my kids, nigga, show your face
Make it known you're beefin' with me, know wh'I'm sayin'?

Ol' scary-ass nigga gon' hide, come out here, playa
Catch me all over New Orleans, nigga
On the block, in the hood, wherever
B.G., nigga, always on V.L. we gon' keep it real, know wh'I'm sayin'?

One, two, three, kick it
One, two, three, kick it

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Kite 2 Da Boys - Lyrics - Jt Money

Title: Kite 2 Da Boys
Artist: Jt Money
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Jeffrey Thompkins

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Lyric:
Caught up, Dirty Game
Nigga I deal wit' it though, you know
Shit ain't easy out there on them streets boy, you know
Y'all niggaz watch yo ass boy, hold it down, fo' 'sho

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

What up dogg hope you chillin' 'cuz I ain't
I wish I could be out with the boys but I can't
I really don't know what kinda time a nigga facin'
Can't get a bond 'cuz I ain't cooperatin'

So I'ma strap down they gone take me for a ride
You'll look out for my shit while a nigga on the inside
Been here before so it really ain't shit
You'll let me know what's goin' on in the streets and what's sum flix

Probably get a buzz when I think you got this letter
Shit is at it's worse and it can only get better
I be holla'n at my lawyer and he be tryin' to work su'um
But I ain't copin' out shit 'cuz they ain't got nothin'

Just maintain here waitin' for a court date
Don't need no loot 'cuz my commencer's straight
And give a wuss up to the boys 'round the way
I'm shootin' you this kite on the 9th day of May

My dogg had a b-day I hope his shit was straight
But when I hit the streets it'll be to late to celebrate
Just hold the fort down 'cuz your boy gone be alright
Right now I'm doin' 500 push ups every nite

My shit be on tight feelin' like my shit gone burst
And I'm lock down on nigga merc from off the turf
That nigga dats just [unverified] tell the boys peace
A couple Otha niggaz we know from off the street

I would say they names but you prolly wouldn't know 'em
But I bet chu'd recognize these cats if you saw 'em
We got shit locked so you know your dogg straight
I'll write you page 2 when we take a smoke break nigga wut

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

Yeah, boy nigga back after I smoked 1
And this FD fuckin' C shit ain't no joke son
They have a nigga locked down all day
And the only outside a nigga see is the hallway

No bitchez
You know da ones they got on the streets in pictures
The whole thing operatin' on snitchez, witchez
Why I don't talk 'bout mah case

You nosy ass niggaz tryin' to be up in a niggaz face
Muthafuckaz better back off me
These niggaz try to act soft, [unverified] in they rooms tryin' to jack off
Poor fucka run around and catch a new charge

To many niggaz flaw talkin' 'bout how dey live large
And to use the fone it be a long line
But I just whup oneofdez wannabes down b4 they fone time
'Cuz I'ma be here a lot more days

And ain't nothin' up in this thang but niggaz and o-yay's
And a couple crackaz who robbed banks
Da Otha day my nigga swallowed some balloons and got a nigga dank
We was gettin' all serious on the rec y'all

Gotta be careful 'cuz them guards be sweatin' hard
Or them jealous ass grampus might snitch
So ya gotta break 'em a 'lil picture get shook down
These muthafuckas out to keep me

But I'm shill 'cuz I still my ole girl weekly
'Wit my 'lil sisters and my 2 kids
But I'm out boy I gotta do this bid I'm holla though
Catch y'all niggaz on the turf

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

Boy I can't wait to get up out this shit
This muthafuckin' institution life's a bitch
Police tell you when to eat and sleep
Shit just creep a nigga miss the streets

Always get strip searched right out the vizo
Lost that right 'cuz I slapped up my hizo
Fuck that nigga ain't about dis shit
A nigga gotta stay the fuck out this bitch
Know what I'm sayin'

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

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