No Entiendes La Onda (How I Could Just Kill A Man) - Lyrics - Los Grandes Exitos en Español - Cypress Hill

Title: No Entiendes La Onda (How I Could Just Kill A Man)
Album: Los Grandes Exitos en Español
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Jimmy Mccracklin, Lawrence Muggerud, Lowell Fulson, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
It's another one of them ol' phunky Cypress Hill things
You know what I'm sayin' ?
And it goes like this

Hey, don't miss out on what you're passin'
You're missin' the hootah, of the funky Buddha
Eluder of your fucked up styles
I get wicked, so come on
As Cypress starts to kick it
'Cause we're like the outlaws stridin'
While suckers are hidin'

Jump behind the bush
When they see [Incomprehensible] drivin' by
Hangin' out the window
With my magnum takin' out some putos
Actin' kinda loco, I'm just another local
Kid from the street getting paid from my vocals

Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand

I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit
Yo, because nothin' is comin' from it
I'm not gonna waste no time
Fuckin' around my gat straight hummin'
Hummin', comin' at ya
Yeah, ya know I had to gatt ya
Time for some action, just a fraction of friction
I got the clearance, to run the interference
Into your satellite, shinin' a battle light
Sen got the gatt an' I know that he'll gatt you right

Here's an example, just a little sample
How I could just kill a man
One time tried to come in my home
Take my chrome, I said, "Yo, it's on
Take cover, son, or you're assed out"
How do you like my chrome
Then I watched the rookie pass out
Didn't have to blast him, but I did anyway
That young punk had to pay
So I just killed a man

Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

It's gonna be a long time before I finish
One of the many missions that I had to establish
To lite my spliff, ignite you with insight
So if you ain't down, bullshit
Say some punk tried to get you for your auto
Would you call the one time and play the role model?
No, I think you'll play like a thug
Next you hear the shot of a magnum slug

Hummin', comin' at ya
Yeah, ya know I'm gonna gatt ya
How do you know where I'm at
When you haven't been where I've been?
Understand where I'm comin' from
When you're up on the hill in your big home
I'm out here riskin' my dome
Just for a bucket, or a fast duck it
Just to stay alive, yo, I got to say "Fuck it"

Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand

All I wanted was a Pepsi

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Here Is Something You Can'T Understand - Lyrics - Stoned Raiders - Cypress Hill

Title: Here Is Something You Can'T Understand
Album: Stoned Raiders
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Lawrence Muggerud, Ricardo Brown, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
Yeah bitch
Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers
What you think about that?
You brother's don't got it
B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle
My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle
Relax by the kizzle
An' go get us a couple hizzles
You dizzles
Yeah with muggs
What it is
SEN dog
Keep it real gangster
Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?

Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on
Before things start to happen and I lose my calm
'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup
(Yeah)
Smoking on a kush weed, not giving a fuck
Rhyme flow, mack-o-hoes and stack dough!

But niggas wanna do shit to make me react
So "Insane in the brain", let it rain on a bitch nigga
Hanging on my chain 'cuz you wanna be a rich nigga
You can't feel me without the braile
I'm like that shit that will catch you without the yale
Make busters pale 'cuz they seen too much
But really what they saw was me and Kurupt

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Penetentionaries stuffed for centuries
You gotta be real like me and B-Real
See you shoot, you ride but we kill
Concentrate unloadin' our steel
Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will
Riding on niggas when the may am spills
Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal

Hamlet and unmanageable
What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table
I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels
Get 'em up drive by, watch 'em gone drive by
Paranoid, we drive by till we die
You niggas don't really know shit
I treat niggas like hoes, goofy silly dumb biatch

Here is something that they just don't get
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit
Here is something that they just don't know
Back to fo, creepin' through the back door, nigga

Here is something that they just don't get
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit
Here is something that they just don't know
Back to fo, creepin' through the back door
I just dope blast 'em

'Cuz I ain't finished yet
I see remains of someone you ain't deminished yet
We're like a pack of panorama
In your Soul Assessino
Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama
East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride
Hitting switches in the cadillac, getting thru real high
'Cuz we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip
Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip

I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cuz these vatos can't hang
With the mad dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs
Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business
Stop Pop, and drop all of you witness
Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen
Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches
That's what you get when you fuck with the Real
Hardcore Nigga said, "Pack That Steel"

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Yeah, the streets is ran, by heats and mini vans
Invadin the spaces, chucks and fat laces
The "I Don't Give A Fuck" committee's just arrived
With millis and fifty-fives
Homicidally, I've seperated the busters
Blasted the snitches, broke the switches
Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches
Stole the riches, booked the bitches
Like fuck ya asses, nigga

Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge
We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head
While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock
Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?
While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in the dark town
And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down
Now your violatin' 'cuz you haters know I'm waitin'
In the silver stack in the parkin' lot
With the handle cocked

Here is something, that I think you just can't understand
How I could just kill a man!
And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man
How I could just kill a man!
You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real
How I could just kill a man!
And if you think you wanna come and test me
Then come deal with my steel
How I could just kill a man!

Here is something, that I think you just can't understand
And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man
You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cuz should it be for real
And if you think you wanna come and test me
Then come deal with my steel

You just don't understand
How I could just, kill a man
(Yeah)
La la la la, la la la la la

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How I Could Just Kill A Man - Lyrics - Los Grandes Exitos en Español - Cypress Hill

Title: How I Could Just Kill A Man
Album: Los Grandes Exitos en Español
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Lowell Fulson, Jimmy Mccracklin, Lawrence Muggerud, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
Esto es un poquito del poder del grupo Cypress Hill
Sabes lo que te digo? Te voy a dar un poquito sabor
Y empiezaaa assii

Hey corre ese, borrate
Por que viene la hoota, siempre carga fusca
Buscando a la mas filosa clicka
La famosa Cypress Hill rifa

Todos los vatos salen, estan en la calle
Tirense cabrones, si me ven manejar
Con los que me junto
Con un Magnum quebrando unos putos

Puro cholo loco empaca cromo
Y te llenamos el saco de plomo
Como te puedo hacer entender?
(How I could just kill a man?)

Como te puedo hacer entender?
(How I could just kill a man?)
Como te puedo hacer entender?
(How I could just kill a man?)

Como te puedo hacer entender?
(How I could just kill a man?)
Como te puedo hacer entender?
(How I could just kill a man?)

No le pongo mente a estos pendejos
No voy a gastar tiempo
Yo te dejo, yo no doy hueco
Mira, mis 2 caqones
Tumbo los cabrones

Traiganme la accion, yo les traigo a tragazon
Mis palabras son ataques sin razon
Va tu satelite vision
Enseqaste un violenta ciclon

Hago un ejemplo de todos los pendejos
(Y te dejo todo chueco)
La chota entro a mi canton
Un maton narco pistolon

Cubrete guey! o te mato
Porque siempre quiebra al mas macizo vato
No quisiera matarlo, pero si lo hizo
Cuerpo en el piso
(Te dejo todo chueco)

Como te puedo hacer entender?
(How I could just kill a man?)

Chingon el tiempo para que te rinden
Las misiones que estableci
Empiece, me fumo yerba verde
Aveces tumbo gente

Vi que un maniaco queria tu carro
Crees que la chota te va hacer un paro?
No, creo que te vas a parar
Y comenzar a cuetear, disparar

Mueve puro fierro
Y te deja todo chueco
Como me vas a entender si balazos no te ha llovido?
Entiendes lo que digo?

Cuando ta de maton, cierro tu canton
Por aqui se pone cabron
Por el dinero, barrio peleonero
Muchas veces robos dejan entierros

Como te puedo hacer entender?
(How I could just kill a man?)

All I wanted was a Pepsi

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Soul By The Pound - Lyrics - Common

Title: Soul By The Pound
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Ernest Wilson

Lyric:
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man

I'm as bad, bad as Leroy Brown, Brown
Yo, I'm a pro, pro but not a noun, noun
If you got beef, beef, then you'll get ground, ground
Cut up in soul, soul, by the pound, pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown, I'm the round mound
Not a rebound, but like a hound, I get down, down

Never wore a leash but I get loose, producin', somethin'
Fresher than fruits got more soul than combat boots
Diggin' two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers
So amazin' like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Me go with mi amigo to see the Man named Chico

The legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I freak funk, ooh, the Monkees sayin', "Hell yeah"

Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss on how I walk talk
And dress, they say, "My life's a mess" but I'm straight
Are you straight? If you straight, then I'm straight
Rock me tonight, just for old time's sake

Back to our regularly scheduled program, program, I am so damn flam
I slam a slam, bam, I slam like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud
I'll play librarian, 'cause see I want it quiet in here, I Mark a Markyiana

A bunch of funky uncle Thomases play like Christopher Williams
'Cause I gotta keep my promises to stick to my roots and not dilute
'Cause G this ain't two colors, I'm tired of seein' these
Non rappin' dancin' motherfuckers

Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man

For a record sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold
And reach a large scale, sellin' for the pale male
And I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail
And stop drinkin' ale, the booty probably smell
Ain't no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid

Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
Got doodoo skids on my paper 'cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids actin' black
It's like McDonald's sellin' fatback, get back to your Mac

That stuff is wack with all these dance tracks
I'm hearin rap from anthrax, my time the Caravan cracks
You're wack, that's the only thing that's black scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups

Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops
I'm wonderin' how the hell they get a deal I still can't see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in charge
It surely ain't Charles but you ain't G in hip-hop, 'cause it's ours

Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man

It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of that I boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
Is stricter, I stick, I stick the stinkin' to a stunk
If soda was a forty dog, then I would be like drunk
If if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a spliff

It's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents
In essence count your blessings, I got a Wesson if you riff
I'm a nigga with soul, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin' girls heads, just like petroleum get 'em ready to bone me
And then I play custodian and turn off the lights

This is the likes of a ticketing wallowing high jumping radio
Rumping brother got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll take a liter
A chick is a chick that's how I treat her never go pop I'm not a two liter
A true leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow
Whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto

Wear 'em, no, share 'em, a hoe, I like the girls
The girls I share a life with a bro, 'cause UAC is family
Much tighter than foundations that holds up the walls
So you better proceed with caution

Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound

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Here We Go Again - Lyrics - And Then There Was X - Dmx

Title: Here We Go Again
Album: And Then There Was X
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Michael Gomez, Earl Simmons

Lyric:
Same old shit dog, just a different day
You know how niggaz do, when we play, how we play
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
If it's fuck me nigga, you know it's fuck you

I kick it to shorty to try to help him understand
Hit him with work, 'cause yo, that's my little man
He asked a few questions 'bout the game and I told him
So when he made a bad move it was my place to scold him

Never told him nothin' wrong, kept it fair
Didn't listen, so I might as well have been talkin' to the air
Everybody makes mistakes, a mistake is aight
But if it ain't, I'ma tell you straight, time to say, "Goodnight"

Nobody likes to be played regardless of the relationship
But shorty's fuckin' up big time, I hate this shit
I'm caught in the middle of havin' love for a lil nigga
Knowin' what's expected of me as a real nigga

My next move is crucial, what do I do?
How do I keep it real with shorty in my crew?
Didn't want to kill him so instead of puttin' the Mac on him
I did the only thing I could do, turn my back on him

Here we go again
Same old shit dog, just a different day
Here we go again
You know how niggaz do, when we play, how we play
Here we go again
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
Here we go again
So if it's fuck me nigga, then you know it's fuck you

Niggaz that I fuck wit, wanna get him dead
But I'm cool with shorty's peoples, so I let him live
Under normal circumstances, he would be a marked man
But I hit him with a grand, just didn't shake his hand

Go about your business, do what you gonna do
Be what you gon' be, I wash my hands, I'm through
I can forgive, I just can't forget
You're on your own lil' man don't ask me for shit

If you paid attention to what I taught you then you good
If I see you again, get it, understood?
Go 'head before I change my mind 'cause you know you should be dead
I just wanted to say, "Aight, go ahead!"

Instinct told me to kill him but the savior is
I'm a good nigga, plus I owed his peeps a favor
But I also knew the decision I just made
Went against the rules of the game that we played

Here we go again
Same old shit dog, just a different day
Here we go again
You know how niggaz do, when we play, how we play
Here we go again
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
Here we go again
So if it's fuck me nigga, then you know it's fuck you

I should have followed my first instinct 'cause I knew
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do
Now this nigga's fuckin' with the competition
Ungrateful motherfucker, shoulda got him missin'

This nigga got the nerve to take my kindness for a weakness
Gotsta get back on some street shit so I can creep this
Rat, when I act, take one, set him up, to take two
Get him there, take three, get him done

Wasn't hard for me to get him where I wanted him, confronted him
Bzt, click!, There was a bullet in one of them
Feelin lucky?, Click looks like you are
Click, click, click, luck ain't goin' too far

What you did was put on another pair of shoes
And they just happened to be too big
What you did was stupid, real fuckin' stupid
Well shorty I gave you a chance and what did you do?
Threw it back in my fuckin' face so fuck you too

Here we go again
Same old shit dog, just a different day
Here we go again
You know how niggaz do, when we play, how we play
Here we go again
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
Here we go again
So if it's fuck me nigga, then you know it's fuck you

Here we go again
Same old shit dog, just a different day
Here we go again
You know how niggaz do, when we play, how we play
Here we go again
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
Here we go again
So if it's fuck me nigga, then you know it's fuck you

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Respect - Lyrics - Street Dreams - Fabolous

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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My Type - Lyrics - T.I. vs. T.I.P - T.I.

Title: My Type
Album: T.I. vs. T.I.P
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): Keith Mc Masters, Clifford Joseph Harris

Lyric:
Let's go, ya'll gon' wish for a nigga like me when I ain't here
You know what I'm sayin'
You don't appreciate a nigga my type
Once I die ain't no more niggas my type

So just remember me right
Just remember me right
Just remember me right
Just remember me right

Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type
But when I die ain't no more niggas my type
So just remember me right
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight
All them haters gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight

I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right

When your back was against the wall remember where could you go
Remember who helped you again like he helped you before
Went out the way to let you know that you ain't never alone
They disrespect you, come here until they left you alone

He taught you how to be weak, he taught you how to be strong
Taught you not to accept defeat, you go all out or be gone
But it ain't the same in the streets now that he gone
He now in heaven on the throne exactly where he belong

Now he left millions devastated and his family mourned
Sons turn to grown man since their daddy been gone
Daughters grew, like him or not, he left his family home
Even prepared the funeral service he had in the dome

And then they came to represent for a stand up gent
Who walked it like he talked it, always said what he meant
Impossible to stop him, had a head like cement
Maybe now you'll appreciate a nigga like this

Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type
So just remember me right
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight
All them haters gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight

I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right

If they only knew the man outside of the hype
No matter what the situation he always try to do right
Still they gossip and told lies, used to take him for granted
Often found it hard to relate, some how they can't understand it

'Cause that respect he gon' demand it, theres a problem he handle it
Looked adversity in the eye, he never ran from a challenge
They try to knock him off balance when the Fed came and got him
Did the time on the edge, came home now he ain't stoppin'

Now while them niggas used to hate him, but they girl use to jock him
Swear he had the kinda swagger, made the world stop and watch him
Plus he possessed so much hustle, made it impossible to top him
Got better every album, haters hate to see him drop em'

They just talk shit from a distance, when he around they playin' posse
He use to scare them suckers shitless, probably why them niggas shot him
Hey, what it took 'em nothing else they ever could've did about him
So go on talk shit about him, at least you ain't forgot about him, I see

Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type
So just remember me right
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight
All them haters gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight

I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right

Wanna say sorry to my mama, King and lil' mama
See me go through so much drama, you could stand a little thunder
Never let em' see you sweat, stay cool as a cucumber
Stay ready for whatever, make note I'm a do wonder

How he died? On his feet like a man with honor
Showed you the sky was the limit, you can do whatever you wanna
[Incomprehensible] Deyjah need me
Don't worry bout me, Uncle Phil, the ladies with me

See me with your granddaddy, I know you gon' miss daddy
But life ain't always a dream and horrible shit happens
Had I let a nigga kill me before I quit rapping
And get to spend more time with ya, I know we would been happy

But I had to take them chances, you probably would have been trappin'
Long as I could keep that from happening your papi could die happy
So keep the wind at your back and the sun at your face
Remember winnin' in your blood, you were born with what it take, okay

Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type
So just remember me right
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight
All them haters gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight

I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right

Hey, yo, with all my heart I apologize, man, I'm sorry
I tried, I did everything I could, man, you know what I'm saying
[Incomprehensible] more then than it was, yeah

They say you can't win 'em all
But shit, man, I gave them niggas hell long as I could [Incomprehensible]
Hey, you could put your money on that, hey

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Bring Your Whole Crew - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Bring Your Whole Crew
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Anthony Fields

Lyric:
Aye c'mon
But they don't hear me no
Uh, but they don't hear me no
Uh, but they don't, they don't
They don't, they don't

I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse
And got blood on my dick 'cause I fucked a corpse
I'm a nasty nigga when you pass me nigga look me in my eyes
Tell me to my fuckin' face that you ready to die
You be a dead motherfucker, red motherfucker
Don't be stupid, you heard what I said motherfucker
Who shot you? Aw nigga, like you don't know
Stickin' you for yo' dough while I'm fuckin' yo' broke ho

Yo! don't you get the picture? Niggaz can't touch me
'Cause I don't give a fuck G, I'll get you touched B
I got choice, to rip my slug or take apart a door
And enough crazy niggaz behind me to start a war
So what you want nigga? help, 'cause you se about to rest
When I'm fed, Red Cross couldn't clean up the mess
And a vest will do nuthin' but make you look a little thicker
'Cause in the dark you ain't nuthin' but a lil' nigga

And if you'd been thinkin' about that shit you did
You wouldn'ta brought the joint, with you kid
Now I'ma have to get you kid, and split your wig, with the machete
I bring beef to niggaz, and string 'em out, like spaghetti
You ain't ready nor can you stand how I'm bringin' it
I'm givin' it is how I'm livin' it so I'm swingin' it
Red dot on your head, 'cause youse in mid range
Red dot on your chest, opens up your rib cage

I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through

Now if your heart was as big as your mouth, you'd be real
But it's not so I know if you get knocked, you'll squeal
Like a bitch, 'cause you is a bitch and always been a bitch
And you know how niggaz do a bitch we run up in a bitch
Put something in a bitch
Nigga, do you know me? Nigga do you owe me?
Figured you could blow me?
Well I'm a let this trigger fill you homey
Y'all niggaz gots to be smokin' somethin'
Thinkin' you chokin' somethin'

Fuckin' around with me, you'll be a broken somethin'
I'm out for 'blood' with the 'crips' at war
How much shit could you talk with your lips on the floor?
Pussy niggaz make me itch, so I scratch, you is a bitch
So I snatch up your face, fake ass pencil I scratch you
Yeah there was a time
When I woulda jumped up and choked this nigga
But now I'm on some shit like, yo smoke this nigga

I'm 'bout to find out how much guts you got before I spill 'em
Somebody come and get this motherfucker before I kill him
Fresh out the asylum, I'm whylin'
Y'all niggaz know the phone numbers for help you best to dial 'em
911, emergency, the urgency
Will have witnesses seein' what the surgeon see
How far you gon' get, with your dome split fool
I catch your man slippin', 'cause he think his shit cool
But it ain't, so I paint the walls with his blood
Another dick in the mud, nigga what

I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through

Hey yo, you know who this is for?
They let the dogs in the door
Hey yo, you know who this is for?
They let the dogs in the door

I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love

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Stan - Lyrics - Dido

Title: Stan
Artist: Dido
Composer(s): Dido Armstrong, Paul Herman, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager
And my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn
You must not have got 'em
It probably was a problem
At the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses
Too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways fuck it
What's been up man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too
I'm out to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a name her Bonnie

I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch
Who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday
But I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with scam

I got a room full of your posters
And your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too
That shit was fat
Anyways I hope you get this, man
Hit me back just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote
I hope you have the chance, I ain't mad
I just think it's fucked up, you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to talk to me
Outside the concert you didn't have to
But you could've signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man

He's only 6 years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For 4 hours and you just said "No"
That's pretty shitty man
You're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man
He likes you more than I do

I ain't that mad though I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver
You said if I write to you, you would write back
See I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her

I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs
So when I have a shitty day
I drift away and put 'em on
Cause I don't really got shit else
So that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo
With your name across the chest

Sometimes I even cut myself
To see how much it bleeds?
It's like Adrenaline
The pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real
And I respect you 'cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous
'Cause I talk about you 24/7

But she don't know you like
I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like?
For people like us growing up
You've gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. We should be together too

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Mister, I'm too good to call or write my fans
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word
I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect

So this is my cassette I'm sending you
I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now
I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drink a fifth of vodka
Ya dare me to drive?

You know this song by Phil Collins
'From the air in the night'
About that guy who could have saved
That other guy from drowning?
But didn't, then Phil saw it all
Then at his show he found him

That's kinda how this is
You could have rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late
I'm on a thousand downers, now I'm drowsy

And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know
I ripped all your pictures off the wall
I loved you Slim, we could have been together
Think about it, you ruined it now

I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep
And you scream about it
I hope your conscious eats at you
And you can't breathe without me

See Slim, "Shut up bitch!
I'm trying to talk"
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat I just tied her up
See I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more
And then she'll die too

Well gotta go
I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit! I forgot!
How am I supposed to send this shit out?

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner
But I've just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now
How far along is she?
Look I'm really flattered
You would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on your starter cap

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show
I must have missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally
Just to diss you
And what's this shit you said about
You like to cut your wrist too?
I say that shit just clownin' dawg
C'mon, how fucked up is you?

You got some issues Stan
I think you need some counselin''
To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls
When you get down some
And what's this shit about us
Meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us
To meet each other

I really think you and your girlfriend
Need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter
I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself
I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you'd relax a little

I'm glad I inspire you
But Stan, why are you so mad?
Try to understand
That I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news
A couple weeks ago that made me sick

Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk
And she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape
But it didn't say who it was to?
Come to think about it
His name was, it was you! Damn!

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Stan - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Stan
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Dido Armstrong, Paul Herman, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager
And my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn
You must not have got 'em
It probably was a problem
At the post office or somethin'

Sometimes I scribble addresses
Too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways fuck it
What's been up man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too
I'm out to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'm a name her Bonnie

I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch
Who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday
But I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with scam

I got a room full of your posters
And your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too
That shit was fat
Anyways I hope you get this, man
Hit me back just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote
I hope you have the chance, I ain't mad
I just think it's fucked up, you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to talk to me
Outside the concert you didn't have to
But you could've signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man

He's only 6 years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For 4 hours and you just said "No"
That's pretty shitty man
You're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you man
He likes you more than I do

I ain't that mad though I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver
You said if I write to you, you would write back
See I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her

I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs
So when I have a shitty day
I drift away and put 'em on
Cause I don't really got shit else
So that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo
With your name across the chest

Sometimes I even cut myself
To see how much it bleeds?
It's like Adrenaline
The pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real
And I respect you 'cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous
'Cause I talk about you 24/7

But she don't know you like
I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like?
For people like us growing up
You've gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. We should be together too

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Mister, I'm too good to call or write my fans
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word
I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect

So this is my cassette I'm sending you
I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now
I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drink a fifth of vodka
Ya dare me to drive?

You know this song by Phil Collins
'From the air in the night'
About that guy who could have saved
That other guy from drowning?
But didn't, then Phil saw it all
Then at his show he found him

That's kinda how this is
You could have rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late
I'm on a thousand downers, now I'm drowsy

And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know
I ripped all your pictures off the wall
I loved you Slim, we could have been together
Think about it, you ruined it now

I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep
And you scream about it
I hope your conscious eats at you
And you can't breathe without me

See Slim, "Shut up bitch!
I'm trying to talk"
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screaming in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat I just tied her up
See I ain't like you
'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more
And then she'll die too

Well gotta go
I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit! I forgot!
How am I supposed to send this shit out?

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I?
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner
But I've just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now
How far along is she?
Look I'm really flattered
You would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on your starter cap

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show
I must have missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally
Just to diss you
And what's this shit you said about
You like to cut your wrist too?
I say that shit just clownin' dawg
C'mon, how fucked up is you?

You got some issues Stan
I think you need some counselin''
To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls
When you get down some
And what's this shit about us
Meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us
To meet each other

I really think you and your girlfriend
Need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter
I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself
I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you'd relax a little

I'm glad I inspire you
But Stan, why are you so mad?
Try to understand
That I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news
A couple weeks ago that made me sick

Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk
And she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape
But it didn't say who it was to?
Come to think about it
His name was, it was you! Damn!

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Don'T Know When But A Day Is Gonna Come - Lyrics - Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground - Bright Eyes

Title: Don'T Know When But A Day Is Gonna Come
Album: Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground
Artist: Bright Eyes
Composer(s): Conor Oberst

Lyric:
Was is it true what I heard about the Son of God?
Did He come to save? Did He come at all?
And if I dried His feet, with my dirty hair
Would He make me clean again?

They say they don't know when but a day is gonna come
When there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun
It will just go black, it will just go back, to the way it was before

I knew a lovely girl, with such pretty pride
And every man wanted her, yeah and so did I
So did I, but she up and died in a fit of vanity

Now men with purple hearts, carry silver guns
And they will kill a man for what his father has done
But what my father did, you know it don't mean shit I'm not him

And you think I need some discipline, well, I have my share
Now I have been sent to my room I've been sat in a chair
And I held my tongue I didn't plug my ears, no, I got a good talking to

And now I don't know why, but I still try to smile
When they talk at me like I'm just a child
Well, I'm not a child, no, I am much younger than that

But now I have read some books and have grown quite brave
If I could just speak up I think I would say that there is no truth
There is only you and what you make the truth

So I'll just sing my song and I'll pass a hat
Then I'll leave your town and never look back
No, I don't look back
Because the road is clear and laid out ahead of me

And I'll get home and meet my friends at our favorite bar
We'll get some lighter heads for our heavy hearts
And we will share a drink, yeah we will share our fears
And they will know how I love them

They will know how I love
They will know how I love them
I am nothing without their love

Now I don't know when but a day is gonna come
When there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun
It will all go black, it will all go back to the way it is supposed to be

Is it true what I heard about the Son of God?
Did He die for us? Did He die at all?
And if I sold my soul for a bag of gold to you

Which one of us would be the foolish one?
Which one of us would be the fool?
Which one of us would be the foolish one?
Which one of us would be the fool?

Could you please start explaining?
You know, I need some understanding
Could you please start explaining?
You know, I need some understanding

Could you please start explaining?
You know, I need some understanding
I could do good with some explaining
You know I want to understand

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The Roc (Just Fire) - Lyrics - Come Home With Me - Cam'Ron

Title: The Roc (Just Fire)
Album: Come Home With Me
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Cameron Giles, Malik Cox, Dwight Grant, Justin Smith

Lyric:
Yeah yeah, nigga
Just blazin' this shit, ya heard?
It's ya main man I'm back niggaz holla

My break I'm fresh off it
I never change I'm stuck in these ways
Nike Airs sweats and Taurus
But I'm a do it for my enemies
They wanna end my chill wanna see what that villa be

Now what that sound like?
Plus they know what a clip get down like
Turn bags from bladders legs to wheels paint it peels
'Cuz you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out raise the steel
I live this way it's real dog no joke

Blow smoke in ya bitch face piss in ya wheels
Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip
Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch

So let it be known I'm back for my grizzly
The sergeant, the cap, the mac holds 60
For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click
So run and tell ya duela the ruger come wit' two clips, dog

M easy won't leave my hood need me
Pop fa' sheezy who don't believe me?
We all criminals but live like a diplomat
We get low when the dough low get it back

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man for killa cam
Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man
We run the spot, drop ceilings fam

Hit the wall drop ceiling fans
Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van
Up with killers man and line the trunk
Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump
The coach walk you through and he grind you up

What chu want the dope or the weed?
How you want it packaged, in the cap or the bag?
How you want me packin' wit' the mac or the mag?
Yeah that bent get back, but listen scrap act real fast

And keep a wack that'll gag ya back
Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks
It's the broad street bully bitch
I bully niggaz on the broadest streets
I house niggaz on the narrowest block

Know my rules when the barrel get hot
When the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke clear
Man I be hearin' you murder
Nobody hit up in the cross 'cuz I'm observin'

Nobody be missin' your loss 'cuz you deserved it
South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my Mac-Milli chilly chill
On the really real
'Fore I make you niggaz feel this steel

Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks
I'm the third little piggy I'm a fuck wit' them pricks
Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes
Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8

I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000
That to 100,000, in front a housin'
Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in
I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'

It's the top don, glock palm, dot com
Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman
And I'm extra scary
CEO's all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries

All for information it ain't necessary
They in love like the 14th of February
Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off
It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th

Halloween or Memorial Day
At your memorial be one year from today
All y'all think it's peace and peachy
I leave you reesy piecy all my bitches rock

Christian Dior, BCBG
'Round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies
Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me"
Calm down ma, easy, easy

Talk greasy, please me, get my man wheezy
Still rock ellesses, to squeeze appease me
He ain't no tease but measly
Not doggy's angels killa please believe me

You now rollin' with them thugs from the R O C
Niggaz wanna despise the team Roc a fella
When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin
Killa easy

Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em free
Roc a Roc a
Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a
Roc in this muh muh muhfucka

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Fuck That Nigga - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: Fuck That Nigga
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Teruis Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
We drink up all the round, we drink up all the white
We go to all the spots, we be up all the night
We'll tell a nigga 'Fuck ya' and be waitin' outside for him
Bust him up and see how many niggas gon' ride for him

Play the project bricks and watch for the law
Nigga come to my section we goin' to they section and ward
We rep hard out the wards in stolen cars
Spankin' niggas that be showin' off with they broads

Nigga catch a felony, he takin' his charge
Niggas turnin' state, we rapin' the boy
It's a hard life we livin', they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes for killin', I'll attack like a rhino

Some of the time motherfuckers be off they bases
Way out they boundary in unfamiliar places
Lookin' like a duck, seein' all the wrong faces
But we know the rules and could be strapped in SK's

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Stay from 'round here, I tell ya these niggas ain't cool
Ain't no love for outsiders, everybody's a fool
We be duckin' off in the hallways and in the cuts
Gettin' the fuck when ATF is pullin' up

People in the projects say, "Them niggas ain't shit"
They hustle all night for brand new outfits
You're fuckin' right, that's how it is on the block
Real duck T-shirt, 'Bauds and Reebok's

Camouflage around the neck and the dome
Fucked up attitude totin' a big chrome
Fighting for weed, nigga ain't ever goin' home
Tryin' ta get it how he live with a bundle of [Incomprehensible]

We ain't tryin' ta see the jail house
But if we do we hope we be able to bail out
Know what I'm sayin', lil' daddy
We need a lick, come up in the whole brick
Kick in a nigga door and punish the whole clique

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Come through the hood where ya hang with a K and when I see ya
What I'ma do to ya, I know I wouldn't wanna be ya
Split your head in half, nigga, leave ya stressed in the street
Hit ya everywhere in your body but under your feet

I play it raw when I'm in beef, I'm a hot boy that's heat
Get it how ya live is how it is where I be
Fuck a nigga's how I feel, no nigga steppin' on my toes
Without feelin' blockah, blockah from four fours

I'm a dog with a gun in my hand I cut loose
You're on the other end of that pistol, it's on you
Get hit up, chopped up, did somethin' awful
Zipped up, boxed up, put straight in a coffin

Ain't part of my clique, fuck ya nigga, don't please me
I don't love ya nigga, you're no good, playa
I don't trust ya, nigga
To me you ain't nuttin' but a bust nigga, what

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Man, pop that nigga, man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga, man, spank that bitch
Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch
Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch

Ya heard me
Put fifty rounds in that nigga's what'cha do that bitch
Fuck him, ya heard me, fuck his whole clique, nigga
Ya don't like me, I don't like you, nigga

You don't like me that mean you don't like my clique
I don't like you that mean I don't like you
The niggas ya fuck with, the niggas you affiliate with, ya heard me
Any nigga who speak to ya, nigga, back you up, nigga

Fuck you and all them too, nigga, ya heard me
It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me
Fuck all them old bitch ass niggas throwin' bricks [Incomprehensible]
It's real over here, nigga, ya heard me

We got this here and we holdin' this here down
Ya heard me, we gon' keep it like that, though, ya dig, nigga
Baby, Slim, Juvie, B.Geezy, Turk, Weezy, Fresh, ya heard me
Joe Casey, Travey ya heard me, all tha shots, nigga

We comin' through, nigga, we layin' it down, nigga
And we just doin' what we do, keepin' it real

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Thank You - Lyrics - Full Circle - Xzibit

Title: Thank You
Album: Full Circle
Artist: Xzibit
Composer(s): Warryn Campbell, Alvin N Joiner

Lyric:
Yo, listen

I just wanna thank you for bein' around
And patiently waitin' and holdin' me down
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

I just wanna thank you for bein' a fan
And watchin' me grow from a boy to a man
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

You 'bout to hear some words that you ain't probably heard
With all of these rappers pullin' triggers and flippin' birds
I know it sound absurd 'cause they don't tell the truth
They prostitutes, fuckin' contaminate the youth

But yet I'm guilty of the things I said above
No matter, my faults still continue to show me love
Naw, I ain't perfect, man but yet I stay the same
I play chess not checkers but this is not a game

And this is not a song and this is not a verse
It's not conceived or simulated or been rehearsed
Spent the first half of my life thinkin' that I was cursed
Could have been hit with a hollow, follow behind my hearse

That wasn't meant for me, I spent a decade
Makin' it what it's 'sposed to be, hopefully brought you close to me
All these people approachin' me, don't even know the half
I could be facin' life but X is signin' autographs, damn

I just wanna thank you for bein' around
And patiently waitin' and holdin' me down
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

I just wanna thank you for bein' a fan
And watchin' me grow from a boy to a man
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

My son's 11 now, I got to see him grow
Makin' his free throws, the way he laughin' at the show
Yo, he remind me of me, when I was ridin' bikes
He gon' be taller than me, he got my mother's height

But yo, you know the difference between me and them others
They say you buck 'em when I call you my sisters and brothers
I coulda missed it all, I coulda dropped the ball
Mind of Metallica, motherfuck 'em and 'Kill 'Em All'

I used to hustle raw, I used to run the streets
I used to hustle heats, I grinded all my beef
Most of my homies is gone, restin' in peace
Some'll never see release from custody of police but me

But nah, my little dude get to go to private school
And I can do the things my father couldn't afford to do
That's what it's 'sposed to do, this is from me to you
Support from you and yours, thank you for gettin' me through, true

I just wanna thank you for bein' around
And patiently waitin' and holdin' me down
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

I just wanna thank you for bein' a fan
And watchin' me grow from a boy to a man
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

We buried Proof today, it really broke me up
To see my brother in that casket, man, what the fuck?
Media made me angry, I had to soak it up
The future is fragile, never promised to none of us

Hittin' so close to home but what I focused on
Is how he lived, the lives he touched, the cornerstone
We never walk alone, although sometime it seems
That nightmares go hand in hand with livin' out dreams

So let me take this time, from my struggle, my grind
To let you know that I appreciate you by my side
It's been a long ride, a lotta long nights
A lotta long flights, worth every sacrifice

A soldier of fortune, fearless, fightin' the good fight
I never had a plan B, I never lost sight
That's why I hit the stage, that's why I kill the mic
It's for my fans that's ridin' with Xzibit for life, right

I just wanna thank you for bein' around
And patiently waitin' and holdin' me down
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

I just wanna thank you for bein' a fan
And watchin' me grow from a boy to a man
It's easy to see for Mr. X to the Z
That without no you, there could be no me

Thank you for lettin' me breathe
For lettin' me be who I am, yeah
Two little words, y'all never get to hear enough
Knahmsayin'? Yeah that, yes, the return, breathe

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