Heaven On A Stick - Lyrics - James Reyne

Title: Heaven On A Stick
Artist: James Reyne
Composer(s): James Reyne, Simon Hussey

Lyric:
We just want a bit of peace
And relative quiet
Just one batsman at the crease

If we could just buy it
We never wanted interruptions
Never want to run away

We just want some Summer's day
Lazin' in the backyard
All brow beaters go away

It's not much to ask
Never wanted intervention
Never want to run away

All God's children say
What did they say?
They just want heaven on a stick

All God's children say
What did they say?
They just want heaven on a stick

We don't need opinion sways
Nowhere to run
Just wanna see those blue green bays

Stand in the sun
Never wanted mediation
Never want to run away

We just wanted lotus eating
We just want to fish for cray
We never wanted intervention
We never want to run away

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Talk Like Sex - Lyrics - Kool G. Rap &Amp; Dj Polo

Title: Talk Like Sex
Artist: Kool G. Rap &Amp; Dj Polo
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, Nathaniel Thomas Wilson

Lyric:
Can't ya digit, Honey?
Rated XXX

For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef
Chicky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth
Swinging' with this here stud, you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress

I'll leave you holding' your swollen backside and rolling'
Filling' all three holes just like bowline'
Don't ask me what the price is
But it's more than your battery-operated devices

And I come fully equipped
With a temperature adjustment to heat up the tip
For demonstrations, watch me slam her
You'll notice the sound of steady pounding'

Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can't cop out
I'm pounding' ya down until your eyeballs pop out
I'm not your ordinary player
Because you'll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya

Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it
Or get sent right through it
Bite your nipples when I lick 'em
Not gentle when I stick 'em, huh

I'll leave 'em looking' like a rape victim
Any girl who steps to it
Ends up getting' their stomach pumped like Rod Stewart
I do a damn good job

That's why chicks are on my dick like a human swish kebab
Only nineteen and over permitted
No matter how much young girls wanna be with it
You ain't ready for the bed

You still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head
Come back in five years
When ya grow some hairs and when ya started drinking' beers
I'm hitting' hookah by the dozen

Makin' ya wetter 'cause I fuck better than your husband
Gavin' ya girl back spasms
'Cause G Rap has 'em orgasm after orgasm
Change the sheets? Ya must be kidding'

Ya gotta change the whole box spring
I ain't bullshitting', you get hit with hysteria
'Cause I'm bury a big one inside your private area
All hell is in your tush

When Koo G. Rap push pushes inside this bush
Another' home girl flinches
But I got inches for all you lil' wenches
The letter G is better when it comes to the letter X

An' I'ma talk like sex
Rated XXX
Can't ya diggit, Honey?
Rated XXX

Some say that I'm nasty plus
Hookaz are mad because they can't outlast me
Girl, you ain't too small
'Cause I turn your crystal to one size fits all

So if you're still confused when I'm screwin'
Let me explain to you exactly what I'm doin'
Exploring your body like a biologist
Inventin' new ways just like a scientist

Taggin' my name on your buns just like a printist
While I'm hurtin' your ass just like a dentist
You're so wild I feel like I'm a zoologist
Stretchin' your shit more than a gynecologist

I'm gonna twist your ass to death, miss
And when you piss, you'll see more stars than an astrologist
G Rap is hot blooded, freakin' horny
Far from corny, come and jump on me

I'm not small and all, I won't break down a stall
I drive the ass up the wall
Nuts and everything are well in shape
The only thing missin' on my dick is a cape

Let's get togetha', honey, ya never know what's next
And I'ma talk like sex
Rated XXX
Can't ya diggit, Honey?
Rated XXX

Big girls try to squash me
But I think with my dick, honey, so come and brainwash me
Hit the sack 'cause I ain't jokin'
'Cause when I start pumpin' shit up, I leave it smokin'

So ya betta hold on tight all right
'Cause my dick is a brown stick of dynamite
A stick, a trick and it kills her
I'm probably related to Long Dong Silver

But it gets gooder and gooder
Every time I grab a hooka and I put her on my frankfurter
Kiss your breasts to your navel and then I skip
'Cause the only thing I'm lickin' is your ass with a whip

And it's a real freaky scene
I'm hittin' girls with their heads in a guillotine
Why? Certainly I'm squirtin'
Bust your nut and get up and wipe my dick on your curtain

Pushin' your head to the pillow
And givin' more pleasure than a double-headed dildo
A big ass gives me a hard-on
But I fuck bitches with titties like Dolly Parton

Time or place doesn't matter to me, sweety
I'll fuck you on the A train while I write graffiti
In a restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven
In a cab or the back of 7-11

Whether you're white and the music you like is rock
You can come and get some hip-hop cock
Consider this dick on your clitoris
But never try to flex 'cause I'm talk like sex

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Talk Like Sex - Lyrics - Kool G. Rap

Title: Talk Like Sex
Artist: Kool G. Rap
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, Nathaniel Thomas Wilson

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Lyric:
Can't ya digit, Honey?
Rated XXX

For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef
Chicky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth
Swinging' with this here stud, you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress

I'll leave you holding' your swollen backside and rolling'
Filling' all three holes just like bowline'
Don't ask me what the price is
But it's more than your battery-operated devices

And I come fully equipped
With a temperature adjustment to heat up the tip
For demonstrations, watch me slam her
You'll notice the sound of steady pounding'

Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can't cop out
I'm pounding' ya down until your eyeballs pop out
I'm not your ordinary player
Because you'll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya

Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it
Or get sent right through it
Bite your nipples when I lick 'em
Not gentle when I stick 'em, huh

I'll leave 'em looking' like a rape victim
Any girl who steps to it
Ends up getting' their stomach pumped like Rod Stewart
I do a damn good job

That's why chicks are on my dick like a human swish kebab
Only nineteen and over permitted
No matter how much young girls wanna be with it
You ain't ready for the bed

You still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head
Come back in five years
When ya grow some hairs and when ya started drinking' beers
I'm hitting' hookah by the dozen

Makin' ya wetter 'cause I fuck better than your husband
Gavin' ya girl back spasms
'Cause G Rap has 'em orgasm after orgasm
Change the sheets? Ya must be kidding'

Ya gotta change the whole box spring
I ain't bullshitting', you get hit with hysteria
'Cause I'm bury a big one inside your private area
All hell is in your tush

When Koo G. Rap push pushes inside this bush
Another' home girl flinches
But I got inches for all you lil' wenches
The letter G is better when it comes to the letter X

An' I'ma talk like sex
Rated XXX
Can't ya diggit, Honey?
Rated XXX

Some say that I'm nasty plus
Hookaz are mad because they can't outlast me
Girl, you ain't too small
'Cause I turn your crystal to one size fits all

So if you're still confused when I'm screwin'
Let me explain to you exactly what I'm doin'
Exploring your body like a biologist
Inventin' new ways just like a scientist

Taggin' my name on your buns just like a printist
While I'm hurtin' your ass just like a dentist
You're so wild I feel like I'm a zoologist
Stretchin' your shit more than a gynecologist

I'm gonna twist your ass to death, miss
And when you piss, you'll see more stars than an astrologist
G Rap is hot blooded, freakin' horny
Far from corny, come and jump on me

I'm not small and all, I won't break down a stall
I drive the ass up the wall
Nuts and everything are well in shape
The only thing missin' on my dick is a cape

Let's get togetha', honey, ya never know what's next
And I'ma talk like sex
Rated XXX
Can't ya diggit, Honey?
Rated XXX

Big girls try to squash me
But I think with my dick, honey, so come and brainwash me
Hit the sack 'cause I ain't jokin'
'Cause when I start pumpin' shit up, I leave it smokin'

So ya betta hold on tight all right
'Cause my dick is a brown stick of dynamite
A stick, a trick and it kills her
I'm probably related to Long Dong Silver

But it gets gooder and gooder
Every time I grab a hooka and I put her on my frankfurter
Kiss your breasts to your navel and then I skip
'Cause the only thing I'm lickin' is your ass with a whip

And it's a real freaky scene
I'm hittin' girls with their heads in a guillotine
Why? Certainly I'm squirtin'
Bust your nut and get up and wipe my dick on your curtain

Pushin' your head to the pillow
And givin' more pleasure than a double-headed dildo
A big ass gives me a hard-on
But I fuck bitches with titties like Dolly Parton

Time or place doesn't matter to me, sweety
I'll fuck you on the A train while I write graffiti
In a restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven
In a cab or the back of 7-11

Whether you're white and the music you like is rock
You can come and get some hip-hop cock
Consider this dick on your clitoris
But never try to flex 'cause I'm talk like sex

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No Lies - Lyrics - Tattooed Millionaire - Bruce Dickinson

Title: No Lies
Album: Tattooed Millionaire
Artist: Bruce Dickinson
Composer(s): Bruce Dickinson

Lyric:
No lies, no angels, no lies, no angels
No lies, no angels, no lies, no angels
No Heaven, no Heaven, no lies

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

Waitin' on a corner of a red light street
Where the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards meet
By the light of a street light moon
If you hang 'round here babe, you're leavin' soon

On the run from a country, from the law
Well, here's a safe place behind every front door
Wanna wander where the guide book doesn't go
Watchin' the windows, part of the sideshow

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

Where the money men's wallets bleed
Where the fat cat sinners fill their needs
Where the vicar goes for his sin
Where the stick up artist gets stuck in

Oh, look around here it's no big deal
For an ounce of pleasure or a five minute feel
Riding side saddle on a rented machine
Hang on loosely, part of the scene

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

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Thugz Mansion - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Thugz Mansion
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Lee Jackson, Marcus Vest, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Anthony Corneli Hamilton

Lyric:
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that's just for us
Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die?
Ain't no Heaven for a thug nigga
That's why we go to Thug Mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free
And you gotta be a G at Thug Mansion

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine
I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide
And woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived

Prayin' hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace
And even though we Gs, we still visualize places
That we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place
The players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball at Thug's Mansion

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion

A place where death doesn't reside
Just thugs who collide
Not to start beef, but spark trees
No cops rollin' by, no policemen, no homicide
No chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's mama to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me
Only difference from me and Jose Davis, gray hair maybe

'Cause I feel that my eyes saw too much sufferin'
I'm just twenty some odd years and I already lost my mother
And I cried tears of joy
I know she smiles on her boy, I dream of you more
My love goes to Afeni Shakur
'Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone, she shouldn't feel no pain no more
'Cause one day we'll all be together
Sippin' heavenly champagne where angels soar
With golden wings at Thugs Mansion

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion

Dear mama don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drinkin' peppermint schnapps
With Jackie Wilson and Sam Cook
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin' there kickin' it with Malcolm 'til the day came
Little Latasha sure grown
Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven
So come home

Maybe in time you understand
Only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin' lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in Heaven found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this in Heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin'
Remember this face, save me a place
In Thugz Mansion

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

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Thugz Mansion (Acoustic Remix - New Remix) - Lyrics - Best of 2Pac-Part 2:Life - 2pac

Title: Thugz Mansion (Acoustic Remix - New Remix)
Album: Best of 2Pac-Part 2:Life
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Claudio Cueni, Johnny Jackson, Johnny Lee Johnson, Larry D Loftin, Nasir Jones, Tupac Shakur, Michael E. Herring

Lyric:
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that's just for us

Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga that's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
At thug mansion

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived

Prayin' hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thugz mansion

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little busy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour, 'cause it's all good

Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
(I wanna go)
Nothin' but peace love
(I wanna go)
(I wanna go nigga)
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide
Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin' by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry

See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me
Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe

'Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin'
I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother
And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur

'Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more
'Cause one day we'll all be together, sippin' heavenly champagne
What angels saw, with golden wings in thugz mansion

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little busy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour, 'cause it's all good

Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin' peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cook

Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sittin' there kickin' it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little LaTasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven, so come home

Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin' lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin'
Remember this face, save me a place, in thugz mansion

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little busy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour, 'cause it's all good

Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

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Slice Of Heaven - Lyrics - Dave Dobbyn

Title: Slice Of Heaven
Artist: Dave Dobbyn
Composer(s): Dave Joseph Dobbyn

Lyric:
Hey, I got a lot of faith in you
I'll stick with you kid, that's the bottom line
Yeah, you have a lot of fun, don't you?
And living with you is a ball of a time

Hey, beauty when the mood gets you down
Your bottom lip's near dragging on the ground
That's when I gotta play the clown for you
Black humor made you kick your blues

Howdy angel
Where did you hide your wings?

Her love shines over my horizon
She's a slice of heaven, yeah
Warm moonlight over my horizon
She's a slice of heaven, yeah

Ha, ha, ha, ha, have fun

Hey, I gotta lotta faith in you
I'll stick with you kid, that's the bottom line
Yeah, we have a lot of fun, don't we?
And heaven has to be with you all the time

Hey beauty, when the mood gets you down
Your bottom lip's near dragging on the ground
That's when I gotta play the clown for you
Black humor made me kick my blues

Howdy angel
Where did you hide your wings?

Her love shines over my horizon
She's a slice of heaven, yeah
Warm moonlight over my horizon
She's a slice of heaven, yeah

Her love shines over my horizon
She's a slice of heaven, yeah
Warm moonlight over my horizon
She's a slice of heaven, yeah

Howdy angel
Where did you hide your wings?

Her love shines over my horizon
She's a slice of heaven, yeah
Warm moonlight over my horizon
She's a slice of heaven, yeah

She's a slice of heaven, yeah
She's a slice of heaven, yeah
She's a slice of heaven, yeah

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Ghetto Superman - Lyrics - The Phoenix - Lyfe Jennings

Title: Ghetto Superman
Album: The Phoenix
Artist: Lyfe Jennings
Composer(s): Lyfe Jennings

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Lyric:
Ha, ha, I'm fine y'all
It's your boy Ghetto Superman
A.k.a Lyfe, a.k.a don't got a wife
What up Young Boy?

Everybody talkin' about livin' on Capital Hill
We livin' on the hill, ya know?
Talkin' about the front row, front row?
We livin' on death row

We grew up in the gutter
Eatin' peanut butter sandwiches with no jam
We looked up to the hustlers on the corner
Throat sore from screamin', "Get your money man"

Had dreams of movin' on up to the big leagues
Like George, Weezy and Florence
But it's kinda hard when police is havin' you killed
Resurrected, rearrested for old bench warrants

Yeah, it's a struggle man, but we handle it the best we can
Only difference between folks that's free and folks in jail
Is some of us got caught on our way to Heaven
Takin' the shortcut through Hell

Ghetto Superman, faster than a speeding Cadillac
Able to leap tall buildings
When police is on your back, yeah
It's a bird, it's a plane, no

It's Ghetto Superman, talk slick as Republicans
Sold almost as much dope as Uncle Sam
Your friendly neighborhood Superman

If you played on my playground
You'd be used to hearin', "Stay down, they shootin'"
Lost my daddy in a shoot out, chest all blew out
Another family ruined

Had dreams of findin' a good job
So he wouldn't have to rob niggas, I'm a stick up kid
Finally get what we deserved
Instead of havin' to take what they give us

Yeah, it's a struggle man but we takin' it
One bullet at a time
But it's kinda hard to get that monkey off your back
While that monkey still on your mind, on your mind

Superman, faster than a speeding Cadillac
Able to leap tall buildings
When police is on your back, yeah
It's a bird, it's a plane, no

It's Ghetto Superman, talk slick as Republicans
Sold almost as much dope as Uncle Sam
Your friendly neighborhood Superman

It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all
It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all

It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all
It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all

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Mind On Our Money - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Mind On Our Money
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mc Cane

Lyric:
People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E
1994, rushin' through the door with the bone flow
Nigga was creepin' on a come up, doin' it for the love of money
1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from

Brought styles muthafuckas never heard before
But we never got our props
Till we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad
But the man know, Eazy runnin' with the lost souls, rest in peace

That was 1996, we back in the mix
I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit
But everything started changin', business rearrangin'
Then the time when bone and ruthless wasn't vibin'

Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit
Somehow I'm feelin' like what I deserve I didn't get
But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up
And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up

1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, it's the art of war
It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rott
Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still strugglin'

Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin'
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin' but so I'm [unverified]
I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry
So if you read that i done flipped, then you know the story, about me

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

Take a good look into my eyes and all over my face your bloody death
With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin' you none the less
[Unverified] that crazy muthafucka
From the world's most dangerous group

Mo thugs nation, [unverified] on your life
That's absolutely what I'm gon' do
Blast at them niggas who thought they knew me
Now I'm that muthafucka that be [unverified], the nigga that bust all y'all

My mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever spit shit on the mic
I'm comin' in smooth, rockin' this Hip-Hop music just the way you like
Tellin' all biters to please stop tryin'
Let it go fry fool, when I make my move, all y'all gonna die

Split up and fry, open his eyes [unverified] pop
Shot one through his head
Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this nigga dead
It ain't my fault, you niggas too soft, ain't got no skill

Now look through the [unverified] stop steel
Y'all some fake-thug livin' tryna get notice by hangin' with stars
No need to say no names, niggas know who the fuck you are
We all true sound, nigga united gatherin' souls, how we roll

And that's love for the paper, foldin', I saw these hoes
But I had my [unverified] nah, nigga that's my nuts [unverified]
Don't touch that
And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love

You can't dust on these bustas, so they die
They only got love for those who love me
In the meanwhile I main to keepin' my mind on my money
And no, this shit that we spit ain't funny
Especially when you hungry, nigga
With no hustle, nigga, to get them funds

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

In '91 I'm runnin' from the fuckin' cops, don't ya know it
That bitch was tryna' find a hidin' spot, he show it
Know niggas that'd had no pussy
Said that would never read or get to L.A.

And niggas went cannibal on 'em, either
Smokin' that reefer, niggas know how I'm livin'
'Cause I was havin' children when y'all was lookin' for women
But mine aside, so why you tellin' your same [unverified]

When niggas ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-Mo
Get [unverified], burn the whole store down all by myself
[unverified] for fuckin' with the bone flow

Heaven and Earth, God and my loved one and ya gotta roll
And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a fuckin' sell-out?
But who's the one on solo shit and who want me the hell out?
I'll bail out with a [unverified], that pussy makes me change

Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range
Shootin' thangs, it don't make you a villain
(Shootin' thangs)
The villain is chillin' with his children
Bitch, I keeps it real

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind
A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin' my line
Nigga designed a gold crime as I'm racin' through this obstacle
007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible

Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission
Listen, nigga pay attention
Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up,
Faces of death

Blessin' 40 O-Z's, lay and leatherface and double Z's [unverified]
Niggas often wonder why my mind on my money
Nigga these bitches all up on me and half the industry phony
It's like this nigga, i don't even fuck around

If a nigga ain't got no money for lay, I'll come around
Ain't it funny how niggas turn funny-style
When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile
See my niggas doin' a damn thing, flesh

Trues humbly united gatherin' souls, just to let you know
Heaven's movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini
it's the mentality and next to the baddest, Little Stevie
And when you ask me how i maintain

I watch my niggas rule, act a fool and ace the game
Mo thug one, witness the family scriptures
Mo thug two, family reunion comin' to get ya
Mo thug three, presentation of the mothership
Niggas on some other shit, by smoke and maintain

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

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Thugz Mansion - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: Thugz Mansion
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Claudio Cueni, Johnny Jackson, Nasir Jones, Tupac Shakur, Michael Herring, Larry Loftin

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Lyric:
I want you to close your eyes
And vision the most beautiful place in the world
If you in the hood on the ghetto street corner
Come on this journey, the best journey
Some mansion, acres of land and swimming pools
And all that, check it out

I'm capable of anythin', my imagination can give me wings
To fly like doves over the streets watchin' many things
Kids walkin' home from school on drug blocks
Missionaries pass out papers that read, "Love God"
I see faces, cases, judges and jurors
Masons, lawyers and cops
I watch because every thug's face is my mirror
But this was one in particular

This kid, he was the vintage stick em up pro
16 years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go
Every mornin' calls his comrade
To come and get him to smoke
He's insane, already gone mad
Blames himself for his setbacks
Dangerous street corners where his sets at
Sling from dust to dawn

Detectives act like they maniacs
Chasin' him, his ass was flarin'
Smokin' like a chimney on Remy
Of course he's not carin'
He need a place to go
To keep his mind expandin'
I give him a helpin' hand
And, bring him out to Thugz Mansion

Every corner, every city there's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool every hour, 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright, nothin' but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a Thugz Mansion

Dear Momma, don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Tell the homies, I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin' there kickin' it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little Latasha, sho' grown, tell the lady in the liquor store
That she's forgiven, so come home

Maybe in time you'll understand, only God can save us
When Miles Davis' cuttin' lose with the band
Just think all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace that last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin'
Remember this face save me a place, in Thugz Mansion

Every corner, every city there's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool every hour, 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright, nothin' but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a Thugz Mansion

A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide
Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin' by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me
Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe

'Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin'
I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother
And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
'Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more
'Cause one day we'll all be together, sippin heavenly champagne
What angels saw, with golden wings in Thugz Mansion

Every corner, every city there's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool, every hour, 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright, nothin' but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a Thugz Mansion

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Bm J.R. - Lyrics - Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped) - Lil' Wayne

Title: Bm J.R.
Album: Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped)
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Ronald Williams

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Lyric:
Yea shorty, you know what I'm talkin' bout'
I peepin' these niggaz out here they slippin' like they ain't bout
Money no more man, so what fuck, you know what we gon' do ha?
We gon' do what we been doin' nigga, we gon' load up,
Get a lot mo' and a lot mo' and say fuck em', nigga
Keep buyin' shit, keep fuckin' hoes, loading' up on mo' bitches
Then you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too nigga
I ain't never gettin' full, I'm full blooded with this grind

I got it
I got it

Murder Capitol, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you, tha Rydahs will, fa real
And niggaz know I go hard to the fullest, get involved
And I got em' playin' dodge ball wit bullets
Yeah, I got the sawed off, fully in the Sean John hoodie
Get fucked ya play pussy
Haa, we hit em' up while dey ain't lookin'
And tha body shots hurt but tha head shots took em'

Damn and if tha red dot spot em' then tha hollow-head got em'
Knock his tops to his bottom Jack, yea
Ya see we grind from the bottom just to make it to da bottom
At the very bottom of da map, Louisiana
Piranhas, every where you at, you gotta wear a extra condom and a
Extra gat, ya bitch could get it fa actin' like a man and niggaz in
Pakistan, impactin' on ya man, I backed his hand
Ya man on command in fronta niggaz he cool wit dem boyz on fan

I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates
Stuck in a animal, keep runnin' wit my prime mates
You ain't did it 'til you done it like in fives states
Weezy-hustle, no blubber, I put on weight
And in a drought I go on a diet and stretch more
Lose all dat weight, leave a nigga wit stretch marks
You'nt even come up to a nigga chest
Pause-up, paw, what tha fuck they play dat in da club fa?

Real Shit I'm duckin' bombs from a drug war
No religion but da cops swear dat I'ma drug law
Father forgive em' fa dey know not who dey pushin' Lord
Father forgive me if I have to send em' to you Lord
I'm just tryna dodge tha shots dey send to da God
They ridin' up high way to Heaven Boulevard

Damn, dem niggaz pussy and jive, not even in tha eye exam
They ain't lookin' fa I, fa A and a K
I'll make ya face crook to tha side
Now when you smilin' everybody gotta look from tha side.
'Cuz when you wilin' you ain't lookin' you jus lookin' high
And when we hungry, you look like pie
Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard
Cherry jelly, don't make me get tha biscuit busta, yeah

What up chizzle? You my distant brotha
Real shit nigga, same father different motha, shit
I skip tha frontin' and stick to keepin' it trill
You not know me fa nothin' otha
I'm somethin' otha than people you feel
I'm deeper fa real
I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill
Rest in peace

Yeah, you underdig, shorty it's all about one thing nigga
If you bout money nigga come fuck with us
If you ain't bout money get the fuck from round us nigga
And whatever you bout we bout it
However you wanna get it we can give it to ya nigga
Order bitch, ya underdig, put ya prints in nigga
Put ya feet down and ya nuts on the concrete and let's roll
Let me get it back, hey, hey

You sleep in a field fa tryin' a dude
I'll bust ya head to da meat
Turn ya mind 2 food, food fa thought
Think, I ain't lyin' to you
I'll lie his body in grease, set fire to em'
I'll tie his body in sheets, put tha tires to em'
Make em' feel tha escalade
Put his feet in tha blades

Damn, I'm tha heat in tha blaze and niggaz keep they ways
When I'm in tha streets wit Blake, watch
My nigga hungry, he'll eat tha plate
And if I ask tha homeboy, he'll eat ya face, yeah
And tho' he got me, you can ask
I'm like a pool table, I keep tha 8
My side pocket, side wayz, when I pop it
Leave a nigga side wayz, fa five days, bird man talk

Yeah nigga, I tell em', I tell em' again shorty
If it ain't about money
Get all the fuck from round us
Fuck dat, I'm comin' bak gurl

Check my swag, I travel light, sound dog, you play hard
And I gravel like ground dog, I'm under ground call me ground hog
Lay down laws call me ground law but don't confuse me wit da law
Naw, but just confuse me wit my paw because I am the Birdman J.R.
I ain't trippin' nigga, I play tha corner like Rip-Kin nigga
Wit tha 40 Cal Rip-kin nigga, rip a nigga, flip ya vehicle
Split ya windshield, whack ya baby mama
But I let tha kid live

And people say that I am a kid still, 'cuz tha lil' nigga
Still ride on big wheels, you feelin' animal then
Come on and get killed, this kid peel bandannas like bananas
Say I'm slight bananas, I blow a weekend in Havana
In my Gabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah
Man a train couldn't stop ya man, I'm man up and you not a man
I stand up, say I got my land, I'm tha man of my land
Call it Lil' Weezyana, that's tha new plan

Yeah nigga, you 'bout some money get at me nigga
That?s the only way
Dumb shit we bout that get at me
Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga

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Just Another Story - Lyrics - Return Of The Space Cowboy - Jamiroquai

Title: Just Another Story
Album: Return Of The Space Cowboy
Artist: Jamiroquai
Composer(s): Jason Kay, Toby Smith

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Lyric:
Now, it occurred to me
As I awoke from deeper dreams
All this evolution
And still I don't know what it means

And it gets so hard for me to change
When there's an easy way to earn
Why should I work my fingers to the bone?
Is this what I truly deserve?

This is not another trilogy
It's just another story
Just another story baby

Nobody make a move, this kid's got you covered
He was just seventeen, trying to get on like his dead brother
Mama couldn't do a thing about him
Though she hurt inside and daddy wants his son back
While him knows he's still alive

Stick up kid, thinking you're a glory boy
Oh, fronting that stupid toy
But you don't get that it's yourself you will destroy

Like a speed freak king of amphetamine
Still running those rocks on the front line
Get up tight when its your turn
A bullet in the head is the lesson learned

One of these days you're gonna say goodbye
Telling everyone you've never been so high
Born the same time that you die
You're pushing that draw like you're superfly

Heaven help all with no way out
That's what this is all about
This is not another trilogy
It's just another story, baby

Hit him with it now, come on now hit him with it now
Stick up kid, common, I got you where I want ya!
Nobody make a fucking move!
All these gangster kids are getting uptight
All these gangster kids are getting uptight

I got ya! I got ya where I want ya now, nobody make a fucking move
Nobody make a move, this kid's got you covered
He was just seventeen, trying to get on like his dead brother
Mama couldn't do a thing about him, though she hurt inside
And Daddy wants his son back, while him knows he's still alive

Stick up kid, thinking you're a glory boy
Oh, fronting that stupid toy
But you don't get that it's yourself you will destroy

Still running those rocks on the front line
Like a speed freak king of amphetamine
Get up tight when its your turn
A bullet in the head is the lesson learned

One of these days you're gonna say goodbye
Telling everyone you've never been so high
Born the same time that you die
You're pushing that draw like you're superfly

This is just another story
All your broken glories
Say this is just another story, yeah
Somebody, somebody
Push it to the outer ridge
Everyday, everyday, happens everyday

This is not another trilogy
It's just another story
Come on now, aw, come on now
Stick up kid
This is not another trilogy
It's just another story

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Fate'S Right Hand - Lyrics - Rodney Crowell

Title: Fate'S Right Hand
Artist: Rodney Crowell
Composer(s): Rodney J Crowell

Lyric:
Cool as a rule, you don't learn in no school
You can't brown nose the teacher from a dunce hat stool
It's the hum and the rhythm, the birds and the bees
The mommas and the poppa's and the monkeys in the trees

Brothers and the sisters livin' life on the street
Play a hunch, pull the punch, you'll likely get beat
By the junk food, tattooed, white dude, true blued
Honky with an attitude comin' unglued

Fate's right hand
I don't understand at all

Billy loves women like a junky loves dope
Give him just enough rope the monkey gon choke
She's a Bill Blass combo, maxed out mombo
DKNY caught him in a lie

Ken Starr word man were talkin' absurd
Spendin' forty million dollars just to give the man a bird
He's a king, she's a queen, the rap won't stick
Get it on with a rubber and you won't get sick

Fate's right hand
I don't understand at all

Redrum, dot com, dim sum, smart bombs
Double cappuccino and a heart like a tom tom
Ozone long, gone, that's it, I quit
Natural inclination says enough of this

Brat pack, black Jack, heart attack, crack
We need another news channel like a hole in the back
There's a 187 on the 405
We all go to Heaven on a hard disk drive

Fate's right hand
I don't understand at all

Hard rain, fish seine, hurricane Jane
Don't forget about Carla, when you're talkin' about poon tang
Slow song on the bone, rec hall dance
Double date Debbie with a pole in my pants

First comes love like it always did
Or we wouldn't be talkin' bout The Houston Kid
Podunk piss chunk old dead skunk drunk
Trot line Freddy's got his dogs in the trunk

Fate's right hand
I don't understand at all
Fate's right hand
Man, I don't understand at all

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Blown Away - Lyrics - Year of the Dog...Again - Dmx

Title: Blown Away
Album: Year of the Dog...Again
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Janyce Spenser, Johnny Hirsch, Earl Simmons, Stephen Mcdonald, Stonewall Odom

Lyric:
Like the wind
(Like the wind)
God will take
(God will take)

All my sins
(All of my sins)
Blown away
(Will be blown away)
Like the wind, like the wind blow
(Yes)

Yea, uh, from 80 school street to way across town
Cats knew how I got down 'cause word got around
I was that robbery kid with no gun and no mask
Catch a nigga out the door slippin', that's yo ass

Didn't laugh much 'cause I didn't have much
Life was like a stick, half gas, half clutch
Meaning half good and half bad
It was good if I caught a good vic, if I didn't, I was bad

Took it out on my regulars, I come through
And if niggaz was broke, I took watches and sneakers
Went to jail a few times but that didn't stop me
All it taught me was, how not to be sloppy

An older cat robbed me when I was like ten
If anybody wanted to help, they should've did it then
But they didn't and all it did was release the beast
So I'ma feast on whatever I come across in the streets

Like the wind
(Like the wind)
God will take
(God will take)

All my sins
(All of my sins)
Blown away
(Will be blown away)

Like the wind
(Like the wind)
Like the wind, blown
(Like the wind)

I had a "S" on my chest, fuck the vest
Did robberies with some cats and robbed the rest
Other times, I came through with just me and my dog
We'd clear out the whole fuckin' block 'cause we went hard

I bag some niggaz I knew and some niggaz I didn't
I ain't a fuck either way, it was no bullshittin'
I'm a cruddy nigga out to get money
And a couple of slugs is the only thing anybody took from me

Run up on a cat smooth like, put it in his left ear
Give up the money, the jewelry or get left here
Keep thinking it's a game and play, let's get popped
See how much fun you having, when your heart be stopped

Shut 'em down, open up shop, blow off a nigga top
Somebody call the cops, but it's too late
'Cause I'm a hit you in the face
And what will kill you will be somethin' that you ate

Like the wind
(Like the wind)
God will take
(God will take)

All my sins
(All of my sins)
Blown away
(Will be blown away)

Like the wind
(Like the wind)
Like the wind, blown
(Like the wind)

If pain is love, why hide my pain with drugs?
Choke off haze and sell attics coke for days
Same clothes, no soap to shave
And I still got a gun on my hip for your open grave

We used to get robbery vics
Until my man got killed for his whip on some robbery shit
Then I switched to the weed and started sellin' crack
But I will pull a steel and put a shell up in ya back

I feel like all my life, I was held up in a trap
Like if I go to heaven, maybe hell will want me back
But all I really want is [Incomprehensible]
And a model bitch sitting with a head up in my lap

But since no doe, don't spin
And my pant's hole got hole within, I got to fold 'em in
It's obvious, I live in a house of sin
I wish I could open up the doors and let 'em blow at the wind

Like the wind God will take
All my sins, blown away
Like the wind, like the wind blown
Like the wind, like the wind, like the wind blown

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Renegade - Lyrics - More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape - Fabolous

Title: Renegade
Album: More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Marshall Iii Mathers, Ken Ifill, Shawn Carter, John Jackson, Ernesto Shaw

Lyric:
Uh, you think I give a fuck about
What these niggas say man
They even talked about Jesus

I ain't mad at when it rain, 'cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin'
Sorta like some clear diamonds
I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin'
Some where rhymin', or somewhere climbin'

Out of a pottable 760, inclasable very sticky
Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly
I ain't pussy, so I won't allow you to ever dick me
I know these grease balls, wonder how could they ever stick me

But I move, like the President through town
Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown
I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, 'cause the cometary
Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found

So I take the time, of whatever the bench throws
The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole
Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic
But I'm fucking like I'm tryna take down Chamberlain's record

And the girls more than like you, when you running around
Doing world tours like Michael, but girl's sure don't like you
You going on like thirty-six, flowin' on some berry mix
The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks

Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick
I'm on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six
You can look at this rider, and see I'm on the come-up
'Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don't see 'em with they thumb up

I just turn the system up and keep boppin'
I never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin'
And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection
Don't they see when I come through

How these people point in my direction
That's why I poke out my jeans
Like my joint with a erection
Till I'm in a joint made for correction
And right now, the way rapper bi'ness spread
It wouldn't even surprise me
If one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga

Since I'm in the position to get rich, I'ma get it
Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flippin' and pitchin'
And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it
Nigga you know and don't try to act like the truth ain't apparent

I'm on a mission to get richer, it's as simple as that
I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap
Like a .40 Cal, spittin' on instrumentals I clap
And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back

I get you murdered if I think you a rat
'Cause if you don't show loyalty
Then that show me where ya principles at
And you don't know how much I been through, in fact

I never did like you, I ain't even gon' pretend wit you cats
And I'm the nicest, I ain't gotta say it twice and repeat it
I'm a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated
I'ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it

Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it
My Desert's the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it
Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement
And I blow off ya head for no reason and just when I'm leavin'
You don't know me ya owe me homie
But the spread make us even, blow

And the bad part about it is man
I'm only twenty years old man
And I'm just havin' fun
Man I ain't even tryin' man

Desert Storm's youngest and in charge man
Paul Cain, man
Yo Fab man, you ain't even gotta go hard man
I got these niggas man

Clue, holla at cha boy, Skatin' Dolla
Duro, it's our year man
Desert Storm, we gon' kill niggas man
You already know what it is it's a ho'cide man
Stop, "Street Dreamin"

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Heaven'S Not Overflowing - Lyrics - Deliverance - Corrosion Of Conformity

Title: Heaven'S Not Overflowing
Album: Deliverance
Artist: Corrosion Of Conformity
Composer(s): W Weatherman, P Keenan

Lyric:
Well, I have been hunting on the one ten with Jesus for a liar
And watched an ancient man use a gun to retire
I seen the wall fall down and crush the old
So now everybody's hungry but they'd rather be cold

Let it go, let it go, let it go
Before we lose it all in time
What's deserved always get served

'Cause we stick therefore we can
'Cause we stick therefore we can
'Cause we stick therefore we can
Break down end time, hey fool haven't you heard Heaven's not overflowing

And I been to a seance for the Klu Klux Klan
I've seen a brother kill another with his own bare hand
I seen your rising son fall in your mama's eye
And now the cops got a medal but he calls it a prize

Let it go, let it go, let it go
Before we lose it all in the time
What's deserved always get served

'Cause we stick therefore we can
'Cause we stick therefore we can
'Cause we stick therefore we can
Break down end time, hey fool haven't you heard Heaven's not overflowing
Heaven's not overflowing

You know the rules only apply on the witness stand
At that you never get in trouble if you stick with your plan
That's why I'm livin for the day like a necromancer
'Cause when you go your gone, take the pain back stabber, oh stick me

Let it go, let it go, let it go
Before we lose it all in the time
What's deserved always get served

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Peep Game - Lyrics - Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z. - 2pac

Title: Peep Game
Album: Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z.
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Bobby Ervin, Curtis Mayfield, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Corey D Lloyd

Lyric:
So what the fuck you talkin' about?

Goody, goody, gumdrops, nigga, get your hoodie
An' your gun cocked, rock it 'til the drum stops
Hip hop, even if my shit flip flop
An' it probably wouldn't stop, talk shit an' get socked

How ya hang 'em? Know a realer, nigga? You could bring him
If I don't represent the shit, I'll kick it, we could sway him
As if I know ya, then I could show ya
But if I don't know, I got a fo'-fo' fo' ya

So, so peep game at point blank range
The fame can't change what the game maintains
Strange, wind against the grain
Aw, shit, flick or no flick, I tricks for no bitch

Catch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', I'ma dis her
Couldn't be my sister if she actin' like I missed her
Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me?
Don't these niggas know that neither one of y'all can flay me?

I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't Diesel
But fuck wit Tupac an' pop goes the weasel
Me an' Threat made a bet on how many fellas
Would jack a mothafuckin' real nigga 'coz they jealous

They do it for the fame, explain, insane
What's in a name, what's in a name? Peep game

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya

Killa Cali, the state where they kill
Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?
The bitches lookin' funny, feel 'em at me, feel 'em at me
Wit they minds on they Heaven, wit they 3 5 7

Where you at? On the freeway, deep in LA
Okay, see you when get here, loc, okay
Here I am, here I am, goddamn, that was quick
Told ya I was comin', who is that? Is that your woman?

Na, that's just a hooch lookin' for some juice
What's up my nigga? What ya know, a nigga got a little bigger
That's all folks know, fat gold ropes
Gotta keep a low key for my attack when I approach

I want the diamonds, the pearls, the round the way girls
'Coz baby got, baby got backs out this world
Would you give a fee? Never, fly like a feather
Make more money than your father an' your momma put together

The game is to be sold, not to be told
So buy it, can't afford it?
Low budget hoes gotta brother, peep game

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya

Don't sell out, get the hell out
'Coz here I come, hit 'em with my bop gun
They came an' they blast, we got wit they ass
An' oh, pop this vest an' all the rest of that mess

Comin' through like Terminator 2
Bruise your crew 'coz we ain't afraid of you
You know what time it is wit me once the clock strike 3
They go for coo coo like Cocoa Puffs, ooh, wee

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya

Time to get paid, time to get paid, check
Time to represent the West, on me, nothin' but a vest
Got my hands on my glock, eyes on the prize
First sucka jump, first sucka die

Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya
Hard as a boulder, mothafuckin' soldier
Boom bam boom, it's a stick up
Vice President Dan Quayle eat a dick up, peep game

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya

Punk bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, Pops gon' kill ya

Punk bitch, fuck all those mothafuckas
They all can eat a mothafuckin' dick up
Word up, fuck the police, I don't give a fuck
Bobcat in this mothafucka, boy

Big up, big up to the criminals, fuck 'em
This is serious business, yeah, Microphone Mafia
Tupac, Threat, Bobcat, 93 shot
Yeah, nigga, bitch

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