Henchman - Lyrics - No Control - Bad Religion

Title: Henchman
Album: No Control
Artist: Bad Religion
Composer(s): Gregory W Graffin

Lyric:
Stranded in a life
In which your struggle for acceptance
Is a never-ending chore

Upbraided for your actions
Past and present and rewarded for ideas
Of the future's bright open door

The henchman, is the human analogue
Of the suffering multitudes
Who like good dogs sit and lick for their reward

So what good advice have I got for you
To insure against your likely
Metamorphosis into this reprobate?

Don't be a henchman
Stand on your laurels
Do what no one else does

And praise the good
Of other men for good man's sake
And when everyone else
In the world follows your lead

Although a cold day in hell
It will surely be
That's when the entire world
Shall live in harmony

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Gone - Lyrics - What the Game's Been Missing! - Juelz Santana

Title: Gone
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Steven Hacker, Elijah Scott, Laron James, Nicholas Warwar, Delvin Alexander

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Lyric:
God will never put you in a situation that you can't handle
But you can definitely put ya self in a situation that you can't handle
And some situations end in death
And death is a mothafucka, ya dig

Old timer want the block back, stop that
You been gone too long the young nigga said
Lord knows, what's goin' through this young niggaz head
As the old timer stood and grilled him

Pissed off, shorty looked at his man
Touched his burner like I shoulda killed him
Shorty in deep but he don't care
But he don't know these old timers don't play fair

There he go, posted on his strip again
Toast on him, niggaz with 'em, posted on his shit again
He actin' like it can't and it won't happen
Old timer 'bout to blow dust off that old cabinet

That's, that's, that's, where dem guns was kept
These young niggaz better show some respect
"I'll teach 'em a lesson", he said to his self
As he proceeded to pull the lead from his shelf

Now he headed towards shorty block, forty cocked
On his zip, on his shit, like he don't care who shorty with
But somebody saw him, before he go to shorty
Shorty phone ring, somebody called him

Somebody warned him, "He's comin', he's comin"
Shorty replied, "Somebody stall him"
Then he crept up wit his goons and guns
Whispered in to old timers ear, death is soon to come

They say hell is hot but is heaven cold
Know one ever knows till you gone, gone, gone
And when you gone does ya soul drift off to a better place
Or do you just forever fade away, away, away, away

Like a bird when it's headed towards the sky
Or do you just die
Or do you just perish from the earth and if so why, why

Baddest bitch up on the block
Prolly make a nigga cum when as soon as she get up on the cock
She fuck with Tony don't she
Oh he's, not ya average drug dealer, fa sho he's

Being watched by police, feds
Investigators, oh, can't forget the haters
Home girl ain't got a clue what he do for a livin'
She just think she got a dude with a pension

She don't know dis dude is a henchman
And he move on dudes with the cruelest intensions
All she know she got a brand new Benz
And it's big enough for her and all her brand new friends

There she go all through the street with it
Dude in and outta town, she all through the street with it
We all know the street talk, we all know the street listen
Next thing she's missin'

Hello, ay nigga I got yo bitch, have a million sent up or she dead
Damn, she in deep shit and she did nothin'
I betchu she ain't see dis comin' but he did
'Cause he did nothin', he ain't pay

He told 'em keep dat bitch, he okay
He got a wife and a kid, back home
And he don't care about the life that she live

Now that's wrong
But the story ain't over it drags on
They wind up beating her down
Breathless, he winds up fleein' the town to the next bitch

They say hell is hot but is heaven cold
Know one ever knows till you gone, gone, gone
And when you gone does ya soul drift off to a better place
Or do you just forever fade away, away, away, away

Like a bird when it's headed towards the sky
Or do you just die
Or do you just perish from the earth and if so why, why

And um, I say that to say this
A lotta people don't appreciate life till they gone
I mean, a lotta situations can be avoided
You just gotta avoid it, ya dig

These are just a few stories
There's a lot more where that came from
Just don't be one of them people I'm talkin' 'bout, ya know

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Against All Odds - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Against All Odds
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Tyrone Wrice

Lyric:
One love, one love, one thug
One nation, twenty-one gun salute

I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke

Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots
Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops
This little nigga named NaS thinks he live like me
Talkin' 'bout he left the hospital took five like me

You living fantasies, nigga I reject your deposit
We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet
Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out
Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouth

Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me
Puffy let's be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves
Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein' a thug

You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what's going on
Payback, I knew you bitch niggas from way back
Witness me strapped with Macs, knew I wouldn't play that

All you old rappers trying to advance
It's all over now, take it like a man
Niggas lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Tryin' to player hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick
Let it be known this is how you made me
Lovin' how I got you niggas crazy

Against all odds, hopin' my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds, hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote

I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent
Jewelery, fast cars and he's known for flashing
Listen while I take you back and lace this rap
A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack

Knew he was workin' for the feds, same crime, different trials
Nigga, picture what he said and did I mention
Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time
I know you bitch niggas is listenin', The World Is Mine

Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up
Heard the guns bust but you tricks never shut me up
Touch one of mine on everything I own
I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga

All out warfare, eye for eye
Last words to a bitch nigga, "Why you lie?"
Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front
Here we come, gunshots to Tut, now you stuck
Fuck the rap game, nigga this M O B
So believe me we enemies

I go against all odds, I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds, I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds

Puffy gettin' robbed like a bitch, to hide the fact
He did some shit he shouldn't have did, so we ride 'em for that
And that nigga that was down for me, restin' dead
Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead

Probably be murdered for the shit that I said
I bring the real, be a legend, breathin' the dead
Lord listen to me
God don't like ugly, "It was written"

Hey NaS, your whole damn style is bitten
You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers
All my runin's with authorities, felonious capers
Now you wanna live my life, so what's the answer NaS?

Niggas that don't rhyme right, you've seen too many movies
Load em up against the wall, close his eyes
Since you lie you die, goodbye
Let the real live niggas hear the truth from me
What would you do if you was me nigga

Against all odds, I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds, I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds

One love to my true thug niggas
Twenty-one gun salute to my niggas that die in the line of duty
Representin' to the fullest bein' soldiers with military minds
that play the rules of the game, twenty-one gun salute
I salute you my niggas, stay strong
I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you
To all you bitch made niggas, I'm comin' for you
Against all odds, I don't care who the fuck you is, nigga
You touch me I'm at you, I know you motherfuckers think that I forgot
Hell no, I ain't forgot nigga, I just remember what you told me
You said don't go to war unless I got my money behind me
Aight, I got my money right here, now I want war

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This Ain'T Funny - Lyrics - Loon - Loon

Title: This Ain'T Funny
Album: Loon
Artist: Loon
Composer(s): Jc Oliver, R Walters, S Barnes, C Hawkins

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Lyric:
Uh yeah, come on, uh, yo, aiyyo

How I'm gon' forget my muscle, I just had to switch my hustle
And try to make hits that crush you, and dance like Nipsey Russell
And have Puff doin' the hustle, I do what I must do
I keeps my shit consistent, I keeps my listeners listenin'
My rocks be glistenin', I come through blocks be hissin'

But niggaz can't stop my mission
My main intention, is to make niggaz pay attention
I don't wanna call my henchman
I got some French men, that come through put some French in
Or Muslim to burn nigga body like incense

If Loon dies, wolves come out like moon rise
And make niggaz hard to find like moon pie
If you wise nigga, you'll move like two pies
Then to stand here and keep on lookin' in Loon eyes

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
I'm just another brother that's out to get cash
The goal of the street is to hold ya own
If you smart, then you never got to hold no chrome

Now, this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
I'm just another brother that's out to get cash
The goal of the street is to hold ya own
If you smart, then you never got to hold no chrome

Uh, yeah, now this verse I feel I owe you
You tryna get dough I show you, even if I don't know you
Tell you couple things I go through
And maybe you can get some dough too, just spit your vocals
And do the shit Tone and Poke do, or get a nigga work the pro tools

I chose a local, nigga that's probably broke to
So this way a nigga could blow to
I beg to differ, you the type nigga bread get thicker
Top of that, nigga head get bigger
Go 'head then nigga, you don't know where you headin' nigga

Last year you was a beggin' nigga
Never said the nigga was even close to bein' bred from nigga
You got a plan, get ya bread then nigga
I fed you niggaz, just like Moses when I led you niggaz
I could see why niggaz dread you niggaz, uh

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
I'm just another brother that's out to get cash
The goal of the street is to hold ya own
If you smart, then you never got to hold no chrome

Ha, ha, haha, never find that funny
(Why?)
Girl you know I works hard for my money
You callin' me a thief please, don't even try it
Find ya groupie ass a seat and be quiet

She almost got cut short, you know scissors
For stuntin' on that kid, who neck look like lizard
That young Harlem nigga, who lifestyle exquisite
And all the young ladies can't wait to come visit

Loon, I stay on ass like Sassoon
Mansion with 22 rooms in Cancun
Handsome, I keep the girls glancin' and dancin'
Prone to rock stone when I blow my advancement

Never alone, either home or romancin'
Nigga get in the zone when I'm rollin' my Branson
And yo chances of you gettin' this shit is no chances
You better get a drink and go dancin'

This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
I'm just another brother that's out to get cash
The goal of the street is to hold ya own
If you smart, then you never got to hold no chrome

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