How Many Guns - Lyrics - Sheek Louch

Title: How Many Guns
Artist: Sheek Louch
Composer(s): Ray Middleton, Randy Ousley, Mario Pizzini, Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Yeah, I know how to do this, daddy
I done made more trips South than Luda's Caddy
I done been on the block, bust off the glock
And dealt with more beef than a fucking patty
Sheek ain't fuckin' wit' y'all, want nothing with y'all

You ain't gon' rat on me, before that a whole clip will be left of ease
Body left somewhere in a dumpster laid on pee
I'm a motherfuckin' thug, how I bug you would think I'm on every drug
But I ain't, just 'Gnac and an occasional thug, nigga

My crate out in the front wit a deuce
Deuce a Newport and half of my weight out
When they dry they bring the other half of the plate out
I'm so sick wit it, spit liq' wit it
I got tommy guns like the ol' gangsta flicks did it, yeah

Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?
Lettin' off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease
How many guns? Just a few, we can do it in broad day
To see the kind of work I do

Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?
Lettin' off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease
How many guns? Just a few, I'm quick on the trigga
I'm Sheek Louch the Guerrilla, nigga

There's so much tension
Sheek let it off in broad day and I ain't squinchin'
Gat to my face and I ain't flinchin'
Somebody stayin' there like detention

And you ain't gotta like me, homie
But just stay in yo lane and keep it to yo self
That way everything you thinkin' can stay in yo brain
Nose in the 'caine, but that's yo biz

But If it's my work to be sniffin' up, then next week
It's gon' be six niggaz pickin' up yo bitch-ass body
No chest under your suit, that ain't cute
Loud-mouth niggaz make them mute

I'm the reason for locks on the door
I'm the reason why Coast Guards is on the shore
Open up, made Poppi have to lower his roar
Mom and Pop put a number spotter in the back of the store, c'mon

Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?
Lettin' off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease
How many guns? Just a few, we can do it in broad day
To see the kind of work I do

Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?
Lettin' off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease
How many guns? Just a few, I'm quick on the trigga
I'm Sheek Louch the Guerrilla, yeah nigga

I throw spinners on a 18-wheeler
And pull up with a bunch of naked bitches in the D-Block trailer
Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?
Sheek be on some shit like flies an' a bee

My wrist so rocky I'm on and off roads
Money dirty need to do a laundry load
I don't blow up I make the whole town explode
Yo boy Sheek name heavy in every zip code

Sheek gets off the clutch, doin' donuts in the street
I make smoke screens without a Dutch
They gon' need a gas mask for you
Baby boy, I go hard, I break bones like Jackass dudes

How many guns? Just a few, but you never know
What you gon' get till the shell come through
Blood, sweat, and tears 'Gnac and some beers
You ain't heard no shit like this in years

Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?
Lettin' off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease
How many guns? Just a few, we can do it in broad day
To see the kind of work I do

Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?
Lettin' off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease
How many guns? Just a few, I'm quick on the trigga
I'm Sheek Louch the Guerrilla, nigga

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How Many Wanna - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: How Many Wanna
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Richard Wilson, R Mays

Lyric:
Yeah, yo, yo, uh
Ja Rule, huh, Murder Inc., nigga
(How many wanna die with me?)
Come on, come on
Yo, yo

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

Never gon' see shit without the Lord, they say
What's a nigga to do but kneel down and pray
Lord, forgive me
They're lookin' down on shit
Sometimes I feel I need out this shit

Spin it 'round one time
Close my eyes then click
Once I'm dead maybe I'll deserve all this
World, get off of me

Niggas hitting at Ja from what it sound like
Shit, niggas hitting at Ja don?t even sound right
Like I'm that nigga that went black and red over night
You're all welcome
Niggas know you wanna live my life

May God help ?em
I'm possessed by my sacrifice
Bitches and ice got me lovin' hell?s paradise
You feelin' me?

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

My life is caught up in some other shit
But I do deal with it
If it floods your heart, live it
Nigga don't die wit it

Just 'cause my soul?s trippin' outta control
Smashed up on the freeway
It?s gotta be the drug role, give me leave-way
Cock it back and undload murderers don't fold
Any actions need to be shown?

There we go, lots of holes
Always rap upon my foes
I keep niggas on they toes
Bitches know to get that dough
Niggas know fuck them hoes

We that heat, can't be froze
We that burnin' that leaves you cold
We them guns you can't unload
We that platinum, not that gold

We them niggas you just can?t touch
We them niggas that?s just too much
Y'all don't wanna fuck with us
We them niggas, murderers

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

Evidently these niggas wanna out my life
If you had your way I would be dead on sight
But I shed my pain so now is my love is life
Niggas hatin' on Ja and shit ain't even half as tight

Hey, you feeling me?
Niggas don?t wanna get to close, I?m cut throat
Throw em away like bad coke
You ain't know?

Ja Rule's a killa nigga
Ain?t the one to be fucked with
Fuck around, get dealt with
Cock and slide, pull the clip
Nigga ya fearin' this

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

I'ma ride to the end of the road, baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon? take me

Where the fuck my gangsta's at?
(Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
(Oh)

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

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No Time - Lyrics - Overtones - Just Jack

Title: No Time
Album: Overtones
Artist: Just Jack
Composer(s): Jack Christopher Allsopp

Lyric:
Well, how many times
Have we rowed and thrown tantrums?
And how many times have we loaded
And cocked the hammers on our verbal guns?

And how many times has crockery and cutlery
And cups of tea been thrown at me?
How many times have I thrown words back at you
I knew could cut you to the bone?

How many times have we slept side by side
A thousand miles apart?
How many times have we thought
We could finish something we could never even start?

How many times have I said I love you
And I hate you in the same breath?
How many times have we tried
To grab something when there was nothing?

We got no time
We got no time
We got no time left at all
No, no, we got no time

Well, how many times have our friends
Warned us against this?
And I can't remember a time
When I have felt so restless

How many times have we said
I'm leaving you no matter what you do?
How many times have I thrown words back at you
I knew could kill you waist down?

How many times have we slept side by side
A thousand miles apart?
How many times have we thought
We could finish something we could never even start?

How many times have I said I love you
And I hate you in the same breath?
How many times have we tried
To grab something when there was nothing?

We got no time
We got no time
We got no time left at all

See, I don't want to talk about it
The way you broke my heart
I hate so many things about you
I wouldn't know where to start

See, I don't want to talk about it
The way you broke my heart
I hate so many things about you
I wouldn't know where to start

We got no time
We got no time
We got no time left at all
No, no

We got no time
We got no time
We got no time left at all
No, no, no

We got no time left now
We got no time left
No time

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Will They Die For You - Lyrics - Mase

Title: Will They Die For You
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Sam Taylor, Sean Combs, Mason Betha, Ron Lawrence

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Lyric:
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back

Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps

Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force

And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that

And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me, how much you really want it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?

This year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick

My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt

Me, I always had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block, where you go now?

Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now?

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch, all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with

Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous

Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't ya'll be mad at me, 'cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E

Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out

I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own
When the pain is gone, like a splinter you enter

So why should I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die 4 you
How many get a quiche like the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
...

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Ride With Us - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Ride With Us
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): J Grinnage, L Elliott, E Murry

Lyric:
Firing Squad nigga, Firing Squad
'First Family', top notch nigga, BD

I used to have so much confidence in myself
But now my game is changed and my pain's been felt
My hand's been dealt but it was a missed deal
And words won't express the way a man William feel

I came up with them thugs, I grew up in that mud
Got my hands covered in blood, to stay
Above the world
(To see a better day)
Please my children need and I can't find a fuckin' way

What can I say, I'ma stressed ghetto soldier
I'm shell shocked from a back block off Saratoga
Remember what I told ya, I'm thirsty now
In fact I feel like everybody's out to hurt me now

Roll wit me now, am I the only cat that never see
The M slash O dash P on your TV and the Industry
Keep fucking wit me, so I brought my cousins wit me
From now on they gon' be thuggin' wit me

Eyes and ears, nigga, blunts and beers, nigga
For months and years it been Blood, Sweat and Tears
Nigga, raise your metal for Firing Squad royalty
'First Family', royalty, holla

How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

This is only the beginning, you ain't know one was comin'
Stand face to me, no more runnin'
Back from hell, the dramatic, automatic
Rap track flippin' acrobatic

Yo we been in this game for damn near a whole decade
To the death 'til the Firing Squad, cop the next tape
Brownsville slugger, knucka up in the house
Had a rumble with the Grim Reaper, knuckled it out

This ain't for you big willies, this is for my small paws
Thuggin' wit guns in they draws
Go against the grain, break all laws
And keep a bitch wit him, wit drugs in her bra

Brooklyn, brainiest, blast
Ain't nothing changed since that nigga been past
Sound, pound, make you wanna bark
Specialized by Firing Squad, the underdogs, c'mon

How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

(It's the Firing Squad assassins)
Ghetto blastin'
Operation' ran by your man toucan, dance for thug fashion
(Criminal passion)
Top of the line, it's unnecessary, buries but we still manage to shine
(Take a life son)
Fuck that
You know the verdict your only a soldier duke but don't get murdered

You heard I was raised with the elements, it's William
And if you feel him then don't fuck with my intelligence
I'm from the Ville
(That's home)
I holds my own being that my father's reflection have connected

And roam, blow 'em and check 'em wit chrome, have ya heard of me
I heard you wanna hit me, split me, murder me
So I, regulate, designate, demonstrate
Blow back you fools wit tools, set 'em straight

What you want nigga? What it's gon' be?
I'ma be leavin' you leakin' with clip in the palmy
I'ma son of a gun, a automatic 4 5th
Gun shots let off for my dogs, leave your boy stiff

Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Play a part 'fore you fuck around and start a war here
(We bust back)
Collapse, I'm rated R, bringin' it real strong 'cuz you niggas
Still gon' hit me pa, y'all want me, come find me motherfucker

How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

How many niggas, ride wit us, can you ride? Firing Squad nigga
Yeah, wit us, 'First Family', murder, top notch nigga
You know the rules of the motherfucking game, c'mon

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Will They Die 4 You? - Lyrics - Mase

Title: Will They Die 4 You?
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Sam Taylor, Sean Combs, Mason Betha, Ron Lawrence

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Lyric:
Yeah

How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back

Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps

Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force

And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this

How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that

And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me, how much you really want it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?

This year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick

My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt

Me, I always had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block, where you go now?

Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now?

How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with

Lil' Kim spread like syphilis, you think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6 0 0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen

So don't ya'll be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D

Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone

Like a splinter I enter
So why should I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for
Why must we kill our own kind?

How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

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Splash - Lyrics - The Mix Tape - Krs One

Title: Splash
Album: The Mix Tape
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Writer Unknown Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Word up! It's just a little somethin to tide you over, word up
The "KRStyle" album comin soon, KRS-One all in the room
We gonna bounce these cats this year, word up
Why they do this? Ha yo, yo

I climb up the back of rappers
Reach over they head, and rap backwards at 'em
Excuse me madam, I used to throw these Uzi's at 'em
But I'm a teacher, skills I truly have 'em
These clubs I duly pack 'em
Potential lawyers engineers and doctors, I do attract 'em
Go to your professors and ask 'em
If the songs of the "Edutainment" in college they didn't blast 'em
Yes I'm that ancient one
I set the framework for today's rappers to make they funds
But no you don't know me son
My facial features matches the Sphinx with it's nose redone
You know how many clubs we done rocked?
You know how many guns we done popped?
You know how many funds we done dropped?
You know how many ones we done got?
We been gettin live since the days of Chubb Rock
We know how to survivethese other cats
Be in at nine o'clock then be out at five, uhh
We doin the overtime, on stage I over-rhyme
Makin these whack rappers tow the line
Steppin to me, I know you blindcause your whole flow
Your show, your style, you know it's all mine
The first time you learned to spit
It was either me, Kane, Rakim or Slick Rick

Welcome to the "KRStyle"
This year I had to switch styles and bust off two miss-lies
And that's not all, rappers have the gall
To pray and pray for my downfall but still in all
I have X amount of lyrics to get 'em all
Live at the club I spit 'em all
Rappers backstage lookin sad and pitiful
Cause they know I'm the pinnacle and they mini-mal
I spit the metaphysical, the spiritual
The oracle, the lyrical, the oratorical
Rookie! I'll mop the floor witcho'
I'm the lyrical foundation to all your flows
All your clothes, all your shows and I'm not alone
You wouldn't even know how to hold the mic or the phone
You couldn't even bite on the bone
While we was rockin mics out in Rome
Now you hyped cause you grown?
You know we internationally known, the people love it
But what they learnin bout is on the whole, look above it
But let us get back to what we call hip-hop
Before you whack rappers went pop

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U Ain'T Gotta Go Home - Lyrics - Joe Budden - Joe Budden

Title: U Ain'T Gotta Go Home
Album: Joe Budden
Artist: Joe Budden
Composer(s): Joseph Kuleszynski, Joseph Budden

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Lyric:
Yeah the world famous DJ Clue desert storm
Jump off Joe Buddens on top
This go out to all my niggas
You ain't gotta chain but you got a
Mean muthafuckin' wrist game
All my ladies you ain't got a car but you gotta
Mean muthafuckin' heel game
Click them heels you know how we do it c'mon c'mon
Woh woh okay dub
Woh have some fun with it

Mami I'm there if you fine in the rear
We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done slidin' you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here

I ain't got to tell homeboy he know that
This is 'Matrix Reloaded' and Neo's back
I'm up humble apologies sorry clowns
I'm here for the long run I ain't coffee brown

Get to know me the man the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction you deny you want proof
I only buck in the air when the sky's in the booth

You gets liable to shoot
This twenty-two release some extra keyholes
On the driver's side of your coupe
Like nighty night here's your lullaby bitches
You might need just a lil' more than butterfly stitches

Get out of line and get stuck up duke
Lose your spines tryin' to touch us jukes
Get to the mall in a circle guns out playin' duck-duck goose
This shit is kinda aight till I fuck in the booth

I'm sayin' I'm here got my nine up in here
Thugs wanna rumble I don't mind nigga yeah
And when I'm done slidin' up somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here

Like I don't roll with niggas that'll lift ayn chrome
Take a look at 'em you can see they just skin and bones
Y'all talk about bricks when y'all know who move 'em
Us real niggas make withdrawls while y'all go through 'em

We carry long guns we can contra on it
We talk about it we live it y'all ponder on it
Shit ridiculously priced us cons afford it
I'm talkin' straight cash you might need a sponsor for it

But wait ever met somebody that wouldn't chill
Every second he feel the need to let you know that he's real
Every second he wanna talk about his homies that died
And the people he killed and in the future all the people he will

Talk about who he stabbed and beat up and he won't cool out
Yakety-yakkin' he's reminiscing on different shootouts
How he was there shotties was blastin' cops came with body bags
And he's talkin' but nobody asked him

Naw he want attention he want his name yelled
And me and him always end up in the same cell
I'm pissed on the top bunk I can't sleep this guy ain't street
Go 'head nigga I ain't beef but feel

Stop there who popped him where
Who you backed out on and had the whole block scared
Ma when I'm done pokin' you from the rear
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here

Ma you real aggressive catchin' me of balance
It's a turn off don't you know niggas respect a challenge
Move a lil' slow gettin' at me
Treat the pussy like it's worth somethin'
Don't just go throwin' it at me 'coz

While you doin' it at the same time
I'm thinkin' how many niggas hit you wit that same line?
Or how many other niggas you ran game to?
How many niggas you fucked or you gave brain to?

How many other dudes houses you done came to?
With condoms on you hopin' that he find 'em on you
And I ain't tryin' to catch nothin' from you
So I'm caught up in a catch twenty-two

If I don't fuck her then I'm not like guys she met before
So while I'm turnin' her down she's just likin' me more
But if I do get to pokin' hit her with long strokin'
I now have a girlie on my hands that's open

I don't want her callin' me constantly
Thinkin' 'coz I fucked her she got a bond with me
I don't want her misunderstandin' a one night stand
It was just a nut I'm not your man

Ma I'm there if you fine in the rear
We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done slidin' you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here

Ma I'm there name a time and where
We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done pokin' you from the rear
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here

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Spanish Eyes - Lyrics - Like A Prayer - Madonna

Title: Spanish Eyes
Album: Like A Prayer
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Madonna Patrick Raymond Leonard

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Lyric:
I know for sure his heart is here with me
Though I wish him back, I know he cannot see
My hands trembling
I know he hears me sing

I light this candle and watch it throw
Tears on my pillow
And if there is a Christ, he'll come tonight
To pray for Spanish eyes

And if I have nothing left to show
Tears on my pillow
What kind of life is this, if God exists
Then help me pray for Spanish eyes

He had to fight like all the rest
In the barrio all the streets are paved with fear
I don't understand
At least he was a man

I light this candle and watch it throw
Tears on my pillow
And if there is a Christ, he'll come tonight
To pray for Spanish eyes

And if I have nothing left to show
Tears on my pillow
What kind of life is this, if God exists
Then help me pray for Spanish eyes

How many lives will they have to take?
How much heartache?
How many suns will they have to burn?
Spanish eyes, when will they ever learn?

You were not the Maravilla in our minds
We were proud to fight but we cannot win this blind
Stand your guns against the wall
Who's next in line to fall?

I light this candle and watch it throw
Tears on my pillow
And if there is a Christ, he'll come tonight
To pray for Spanish eyes

And if I have nothing left to show
Tears on my pillow
What kind of life is this, if God exists
Then help me pray for Spanish eyes

Tus lagrimas de tristeza
No me dejan olvidarte
Your tears of sadness
Will not let me forget you

How many lives will they have to take?
How much heartache?
How many suns will they have to burn?
Spanish eyes, when will they ever learn?

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Guns N Roses - Lyrics - M.O.P.

Title: Guns N Roses
Artist: M.O.P.
Composer(s): David Brown, Jamal Grinnage, Eric Murray

Lyric:
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Whenever a nigga bleed, it lead to Guns N Roses
And a real nigga knows is
Everybody that have held had shot one
It's like a asshole, cause everybody's got one

Niggaz is gettin' kinda bold
Little shorties thirteen years old, tryin' to leave a nigga cold
I'm packin' my gat, and watchin' my back, and ready for one
You niggaz wanna jump up, cause I ain't goin' out like Willie

I propose a toast next nigga that play me close
(Yeah)
I'ma have your faggot ass hangin' off a lamp post
(Salute)
To my nigga that slid and did bids

To them niggaz that slipped and caught clips kid
It's yo' play on the blessings
Me I send your maggot ass back to the essence
Niggaz have told ya, Guns N Roses that's the path
So pack yo' gat and watch yo' ass

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Guns N Roses, no one opposes the mash out posse
You can't stop me, I'm packin' blue steel
Steppin' with my weapon, waitin' for the rumble
I'm trouble, step into the concrete jungle

Foes'll hear the words from the reverend
And caught hell fuckin' with fame
So now they ass gotta go to heaven
I fear no man and I ain't Omar Epps

But I'm lettin' motherfuckers know the program
Too many motherfuckers died on the street
That's why I tell motherfuckers to back up and play me feet
Just the other day I put my man in the ground, so now
I walk around with the motherfuckin' trey pound
Just for my enemies so I can blow they chest in

'Cause Smith and Wesson's will have your whole family stressin'
Another basket, casket closin'
They put away the guns, then here come the motherfuckin' Roses
Tags are promptly placed on your toes
You're just another nigga dead, gotta go, gotta go
The game is called survival when you play it to the end
Before you go out in a blaze, may the best man win

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Another motherfuckin' massacre, yeah, M.O.P.
Dese are the niggaz that I'm movin' with G
To you snake ass, two faced ass niggaz
You gon' make me grip and squeeze my shit
Lifestyles of a ghetto child

Gun over rose, choose your weapon or pick your pose
One or the other nigga, no doubt
You know the way the motherfuckin' story turns out
Only your life or you're chancin'

Me, I got a record like my man Charles Manson
Bill puttin' niggaz on chill, you know the deal
Quicker than a motherfuckin' hit man will
(Another motherfuckin' Cadillac)

Yeah, another motherfucker's family dressed in black
Whatever must be must be
Me I try to keep my shit a little low key
See, 'cause you don't know how it feels

Everytime a nigga get killed they try to link that shit to Bill
Mostly because I never of
(Kid they tryin' to herb ya)
I ain't doin' time for no fuckin' murder

Mad brothers done died on the street
I know it's crazy motherfuckers that barely sleep
The color red from a hot hollow piece of lead
Salute the world and then nod your head

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up

Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up
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Teardrops And Closed Caskets - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Teardrops And Closed Caskets
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Quincy Jones, Skip Scarborough, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Nathaniel Hale, Nate Dogg, Val Young, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Word it's like all we got left
Teardrops and closed caskets
Throw it up fool, hey nigga
Tell me how you feel homie
Yeah

It took a week to go down, you recollect and see how crazy it sounds
The whole town's on a mission, adolescents, penitentiary bound
Now introducin' young Trigga
Since birth, eyes set on gettin' bigger
Just another wild ass nigga
But he was fiendin' for Precious, what?
But Precious was a ghetto girl
Couldn't be no sex without that gold Lexus

But lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers
Seein' visions of people smokin' and niggaz catchin' vapors
Got his man from around the corner, we'll call him 'Lil Mo
Been in so many reform schools, they had to let him go
Here's where the plot thickens
They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin'
They call the squad, hittin' blocks with they guns blowin'
Somebody's gonna die tonight

Still no one's knowin', so they kept goin'
Catchin' dealers comin' out they cars, will they survive?
Two semi automatic nines, them niggaz died
Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate
To death and wish they could die, so peep the lesson
But wait a minute back to Precious
She's snortin' dope in the backseat of Trigg's Lexus
Teardrops and closed caskets

Will I forever be alone?
(Teardrops and closed caskets)
(Teardrops and closed caskets)
Will I forever be alone?
(Teardrops and closed caskets)

Don't let these ghetto streets get you, Precious
Was the victim, from a dime to a nickel
Hopin' God's blessings stick with ya
Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin' bigger
Familiar face, but a man now, it's lil' Trigga
Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the fullest
Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets
All he wanted was to be a thug

Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
Here's where it gets ya
Now Precious is pregnant, lil' Trigga is happy
He wants to marry her now, not knowin' he ain't the daddy
But precious was lonely while lil' Trigga was makin' dough
She's slippin' in secret places and gettin' with Lil' Mo
The neighborhood's buzzin', now people are talkin'
Lil' Trigga's gettin' pictures of the both of 'em walkin'

Hand in hand, couldn't understand
How his baby's mama could disappear
With another man and his best friend
Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't believe me
Then watch the way that this story ends, and maybe you'll see
There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin'
Just the smoke from the cap, peelin' a man with no feelings
Teardrops and closed caskets

Will I forever be alone?
(Teardrops and closed caskets)
(Bury you dead and look ahead)
(A man with no feelings)
(Teardrops and closed caskets)
Will I forever be alone?
(Teardrops and closed caskets)
(That's all we got left, that's all)

Now with the problems of poverty, and the tricks to these tales
How many people will die? How many will live to tell?
Although best friends before, Lil' Trigga and Mo
They in an all out war, over a fiend they ain't know
Behind the curtains, their privacy, lust is already laid down
The results is the same with different names and it turns out
Y'all know how it is, same old thing in the same old town
Lil' Trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out
Think it's Lil' Mo, was plottin' plans on gettin' bigger
Precious was his way to put his hands on Lil' Trigga

All the while let's look at Precious
Too dumb to see what's goin' down, too doped up to ask questions
Used to be comrades, but now we blast on sight
What could be so bad?
God, will we last tonight?
From misdemeanors to felonies, small time to sellin' ki's
I can't believe the shit they tellin' me
They open fire, three bodies drop, so call the cops
Precious, Lil' Mo and Trigg
Teardrops and closed caskets

Will I forever be alone?
(Aiy QBIII in this motherfucker)
(Teardrops and closed caskets)
(We dedicate this to all the fallen comrades, that's right)
(All the homies that didn't make it to see this day)
(Rest in peace)
Will I forever be alone?
(Ya knahmean? I know it's hard out there)
(With teardrops and closed caskets)

(It's like that's all we got to look forward to these days)
(Murders, brothers dyin', funerals)
Will I forever be alone?
(Shit, it's like I ain't gonna wear another suit, homey
I done ran out of tears)
(We gon' have to do somethin y'all)
(We gon' have to do somethin')
Will I forever be alone?
('Cause I know all these mothers is tired of seein' the same thing)
(Rest in peace)
(Teardrops and closed caskets)

(I send this out to M'thulu Geronimo)
(And to, all the fallen comrades, all the soldiers)
Will I forever be alone?
(To the homie Boonie, rest in peace nigga)
(All the homies that fell, all the homies)
(May God bless your families)
(May you always live in the motherfuckin' heart)
Will I forever be alone?
(In a thug niggaz heart forever)
(That's right)
(Rest in peace nigga)

May your enemies be deceased, dead on the streets
We can't have peace 'til the niggaz get a piece

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N-Bone - The Master - Lyrics - Flesh

Title: N-Bone - The Master
Artist: Flesh
Composer(s): Damon Elliott, Stanley Howse

Lyric:
Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes

Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes
Flesh be pulling mack hypnotized

Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes
Flesh be pulling mack hypnotized

Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes
Flesh be pulling mack hypnotized

Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes
Flesh be pulling mack hypnotized

All said and ditched with the pay dough
Po-po mo fucking mo fo-fo
And letting them fall, then leaving no thug
And let them all know that I'm not to be fucked with

So who's the one used in benzo
Who's the one accused, and another loosed ooh with
So bigger boy numb off the juice
So niggas beware Flesh is out of the doomster

I'm down and needed the test and the clown
Niggas around me they get down
Was housing the nigga just because he thought
He must make Flesh silly kneel down

Now how many get them up quick with this feather harm
How many people can I hold mesmerized then they kick
My thighs but it is my size, don't try I'm the wise man
I knew who, when you at the land don't you understand

Mister mister, serving that sixth thugsta
Begging the nigga and the doctor
This shit you can pause if I pocket two
When I'ma playing, come and take an easy quiz

The original S.C.Ts. then they serving our enemies
So what they really wanna do for skiting in you
When the rest of your homeboys coming
To challenge the master

You gotta totally get destroyed and then be fucked up
Preparing a luck but still trying to gamble
All of his life when he picking that strep in
So I blew out his camp

Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes
Flesh be pulling mack hypnotized

Starving straight out of Cleveland
Receiving the seed that you bubble your swig
And then they get weak the nigga now turning to buy you
Making you deaf like a cripple now

Come now pip out the master man ah, then they serving you
Hitting this switch like a swish you don't wanna miss this section
Keepin' you open now smokers
I say focused and now nobody expects me from do-boobing this

So po stay down after mine, again I'm doing my thing
Forget it, I'm taking control hoe who pull the
The A.K. killing nigga now
But then if he wants sucking fools po-po swoop it to do the
Shoot the A.K. kill 'em all, fuck 'em all recruit mm

In the dissing, call fifth dog
But you can call me on again, letting my sawed off
Haul up in the killing, Flesh shake to little feel, check it
In a second, put in the wreck able time

How many times man I told you
Never come try to contend with and again
The challenge the got blown up
Guns hanging around call it a showdown now

So you looking for me, I know home now
Hear them coughing telling the bitch that they found him now
You troop when I said and I leave when I smoke on top of my lawn
Dun dun leaving in this stocker if I pull me gun

Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes
Flesh be pulling mack hypnotized

I'm jerking crossed seas then come take over the border
Flesh the international player taking my paper chase world wide
Get for that, choose my nigga
Save it me now move to Los Angeles, ah
My jelly my bitch and they go pullin' till I dismount

So don't trip when I flip this song fifth dog nigga
Nodding the don now speak sister, recover
Nevertheless you can troop dip rolling with Mo' thug
And the millennium seventh sign chiding Bone, don't trust me

Because they dope farm for the land of leaves
Rebel up wasteland, wasteland none of guilt fools
Found they be live in a ditch Flesh wants to abuse it
They die fighting for the bloody mess

Get clack back see not in the past to sit chief
Who's whip for you? So die fighting
I rely on you digging assassinating
Quicker be the force they be but the brake light to the holy forehead
Killing, me split the scene then I collect my green

Heading back, back to the spot and leaving no trailing cop
Fuck the law, they can not stop me, no so, put them off
And they coughing top drop you all about my business
Thought they can tag for granted kicking my trues
Creep on it come up people take over the planet damn it

Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes
Flesh be pulling mack hypnotized

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Out Among The Stars - Lyrics - Merle Haggard

Title: Out Among The Stars
Artist: Merle Haggard
Composer(s): Adam Mitchell

Lyric:
It's midnight at a liquor store in Texas
Beneath the neon, close up's just begun
When a boy walks in the door and points a pistol
He can't find a job but man, he's found a gun

But a change of heart before there's confrontation
Lets the old man live and run out in the street
But he knows that soon they'll come with guns a blazing
And already he can feel a great relief

Oh, how many travelers get weary
Bearing both their burdens and their scars?
Don't you think they'd love to stop complaining
And fly like eagles, out among the stars?

He pictures the arrival of the cruisers
Sees that old familiar anger in their eyes
He knows that when they're shooting at this loser
They'll be aiming at the demons in their lives

Oh, how many travelers get weary
Bearing both their burdens and their scars?
Don't you think they'd love to stop complaining
And fly like eagles, out among the stars?

The evening news, it carries all the details
He dies in every living room in town
And in his home, a bottle's thrown in anger
And his father cries, "We'll never live this down"

Oh, how many travelers get weary
Bearing both their burdens and their scars?
Don't you think they'd love to stop complaining
And fly like eagles out among the stars
Oh, oh, and fly like eagles out among the stars?

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Murderer - Lyrics - Mind of Mystikal - Mystikal

Title: Murderer
Album: Mind of Mystikal
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Michael Tyler, Craig Lawson

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Lyric:
Guns murder niggas at night
Niggas even kill niggas at night
Then cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Guns murder niggas at night
Man, niggas even kill niggas at night
Then cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Motherfuckin' murderer, shot my fuckin' brother
But when I find him, I'm gone get that motherfucker
He playin' the role of one them niggas that's always talkin' noise
Runnin' inside, talkin' that shit, front of his fuckin' boys
Fuck that, I'm lockin' that bolt back
Loadin' that gat, here that glock come
Out'cha fuckin' head, standin' on the corner
I'm peepin' on ya, so I can creep up on ya

Calmin' my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick 'em in my mind
You want it? Fine, I done reached for that nine
I'm gone do you in, I'm tellin' ya bitch you gone have to get up quick
And hit the bricks before I do you in
Two of your boys spied me comin'
Them coward-hearted niggas started runnin'
But not you though, you gots to play the hard role
Stop playin' it up like a bone, bitch I know you are

Talkin' head gonna put you on your deathbed
Just 'cuz you got a gat, that's just why you actin' brave
Got a gat I got a glock, what'cha gone do?
Handle your business, don't let your business handle you

Guns murder niggas at night
Niggas even kill niggas at night
Then cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Guns murder niggas at night
Man, niggas even kill niggas at night
Then fuckin' cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Pull your shirt down bitch
I know you got a gat, but I ain't scared bout that bullshit
It don't matter how many fuckin' guns you got
The only thing that mater, is a nigga, to get the first shot
'Cuz if I peep, that ass is fallin' to the street
Bitch retreat or that ass is dead meat
Smack your teeth, but I'ma knock you off your fuckin' feet
They gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street

When N.O. meet, who gives a fuck about a poor neat scene?
We got beef, so I'ma shoot'cha like a fake bitch
Let you know just who you fuckin' with
But I ain't that type of nigga
That's liable to shoot you over no dumb shit
If I'ma pop ya, I'ma pop ya for just 'cuz
you talk too much shit PLUS, you popped one of my boys
Gankin' niggas I'm gettin' downright scandolous

You can't handle this
So when you're out bitch, move or I won't step
'Cuz if I catch'cha I'ma drill ya in your fuckin' chest
I ain't gone gone ride by and pop, 'cuz I might miss
I'ma walk up to your face, Pop point blank bitch
That's what you get, from out there tryin' to go act bad
Not even Bruce Lee, could whoop a bullet ass
Got'cha, come, get this ass whoopin'

If you bringing them niggas with ya, that's nothin'
I'm poppin' the clip in
Nigga fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher
You might run but I'ma catch 'em

Guns murder niggas at night
Niggas even kill niggas at night
And cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Guns murder niggas at night
Man, niggas even kill niggas at night
Then fuckin' cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Yo nigga you caught that bitch yet?
Fuck no, I ain't caught that bitch yet
I done been through every scandalous sight, and every project
But I bet'cha, when I stop, runnin' behind 'em
Get up, pack my shit and I'll stop, and then I'll fuckin' find him
Yo dumb ass in the street
Fuck that shit, 'cuz I'ma catch your ass this week
Monday, a one day when you go play, goes the A.K.

Sprayin' on his ass like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck hoe
Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse
How in the fuck you gone duck a twelve round burst?
Hammin' at that ass on Tuesday, put up the nine
Go get the A.K., bitch if I catch you in the mall Wednesday
That's the day that ass fall
Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day
The day I'm blood thirsty

Fuck that, wait 'til Friday, payday
Shoot'cha in your face and take your money, J
Now wait 'til the weekend, hey, yeah
Saturday, that's the day you go creepin'
But you better be watchin' your back 'cuz I'm sneakin'
Waitin' for my chance to do your ass in
I don't give a fuck if it's on Sunday
God gone have to forgive me, 'cuz I'ma shoot'cha in your head nigga

Guns murder niggas at night
Man, niggas even kill niggas at night
Cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Guns murder niggas at night
No, niggas even kill niggas at night
Then fuckin' cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

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Show 'Em - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Show 'Em
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, James Edward Thomas, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mc Cain, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Shit, who Bone Thugs?
Hell yeah Bone Thugs
Man them niggas broke up a long time ago
Nigga what the fuck you talking 'bout?
Mmm huu

Shit nigga I'll tell you one thing
Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby
You right about that shit right there
You know, Is that right?

Heh heh
Nigga you gotta be kidding me
What?
Nigga give me a drink
Here nigga, here some Hennessey

Man, them niggas can't be dying
Bone Thugs Negro
Don't know where you are?
It can't be over
It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout?
Nigga gimme a drink

And tha haters can't stand it
They can't believe it Bone Thugs~N~Harmony
(Ha ha ha, goddamn right nigga)
Ruthless Records

What, what rest in peace Little Eazy Godfather
Ooh-eee
Better call the police
Bone Thugs~N~Harmony, 2000 muthafuckas
(Our Father who Art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name)

Will they prostitute me?
Will they prosecute me?
Stay under surveillance
Get out tha county, this nigga ain't got all my fuckin' jewelry
Local niggas, got me fucked up Bone Thugs bitch

Runnin' and we thuggin' it up
Look at a creepin' on ah come up
Ooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious
How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up?

Come kill me hater, murder with the AK
Play our, play our C Town, all the way through T Town
Northcoast keep goin'
Ready for the Midwest invasion y'all niggas keep growin'

But know that I know we was saken
Fuck shit some niggas can't take it, respect that
But we poets and if you don't squash it, fuck some rap shit
I be on some many mack your ass attack shit
Ready to back that, now who rollin'? Bone

Krayzie up in this muthafucka
Nigga I'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka until somebody dead
And even though we know niggas bust back
Big bullets givin' muthafuckas heart attacks

Unload Tat-tat-tat-tat
Krayzie Bone never did roll with no hoes
Hell naw we lettin' muthafuckas know
Everybody on the floor

And this ain't no goddamn joke
Nigga, break yourself or get broke
All I want is the money my cash flow
And I'm leaving on the first thing smoking out to Cleveland
We gotta get even

Even if it means I got to stop a muthafucka from breathin'
And I'm waitin' for niggas to plot to rob me
Nigga that can explain the reason you fucked up, bleedin'
Never forgot about guns, never forgot how to load 'em
Never forgot how to shoot 'em

Always a thug nigga what? Fuck it, let's shoot up the club
If any of you niggas get pumped
Thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped
And we goin' shut this whole thang down

Going out with a big bang, pow
And that's how the thugs do it
You know we get down and dirty
Nigga, you know the story, don't make me, boil me

Let's get ready for war
Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless
So, any nigga that want static
Come meet us outside in the yard, bitch

It's a hell of a job, when you marry the mob
I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids
Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends
Til the law ends, flossin'

Rollin' in my Benz I go against the grain
See, we ain't go change
I take an eye for a eye
Either thug or you die, and I ain't goin' cry

Rock a bye bye, nigga, die-die
Got a grudge against the judge
Tryin' to lock up my thugs
Wanna see us fall short

Fuck it, I'ma blow up the court and show 'em no remorse
Hit 'em up with the C4, backdoor
Nigga, let Stack go
I'ma attack with rap and show the crooked ass law no love

Better let dogs loose, got him, hold him up
And on top of that, these niggas fuckin' with 'cuz
All the real niggas in the streets with heat
If you really got beef, then buck it, fuck it
Nigga get disgusted, commit that 187 in public

If you runnin' for your life
In hot pursuit and you got to shoot to stay free, scream
Murda on the government, take me
No surrender, no retreat

Might as well say
Fuck this rappin', what's happenin'?
Layzie goin' out blastin' I'm smashin' on
Any muthafucka who be thinkin' they gon
Get they ass off without gettin' a little action

I crept and I came, down for my thang, man
It's a different game
Muthafuckas out callin' my name, but I'ma keep it the same
Figured I changed, nigga, fuck the fame

It ain't no mystery about mine
Same little nigga from the double nine
Every time, I keeps it real with shit you can feel
Still to the glock glock

Aw yeah, I'ma hit 'em with the murda mo
See 'em, better let it go
Bet they gon' run, run nine millimeter plus
I got a nigga beat or when it ain't enough
I got my shotgun

Now, how many niggas wanna roll with me?
Y'all say you real, then we'll see
Will you ride for me? Will you die for me?
If I pop somebody, straight up lie for me?

There he go, now slowly approach start buckin' but baby, no kills
Hit him low, we gotta get money so fuck it just show him what's real
'Cause it's all about money, money, yeah
Don't get in my way

Fuckin' with my money 'cause that could surely get you killed
Better find somebody to play with
'Cause I really ain't out to play bitch
Serious 'bout mine 'cause you're runnin' out of time
And talkin' that shit'll get you touched, bitch

Now you know that we ain't into
That rappin' back and forth on no song
Shit, like we ain't got nothin' else to talk about
But you on that hoe shit

Get the fuck outta my way
They say they move down and side to side
I beg to part your stupid ass clean out my path
Nigga, when the bullet blow
One bullet for this silly muthfucka

Your bloodbath, baby livin' in the day that made me sick in tha head
So crazy, interrogation
So many haters aggravate, so I convey and toss grenades
You niggas wanna be the T H U G?

Please, like me but can't see me
Bend and roll like a fuckin' hog
Muthafuck, 5th Dawg is definitely too damned greedy, sleazy
So many hoes screamin', bitch, skeeze me

Tease my nuts, get up on the thug stroll darlin'
Stack my dollars up to the ceiling nigga, with a mob
And creepin' through the neighborhood robbin' damn
It's a man on the roof with a gun, better run

It's your chance
Runnin' through servin' a dum dum to you
I'm a unique Bone Thug man
Stop wonderin' why did he leave that bloody, dead body gone

The nigga thought he could fuck with mine
But you'll never find no others more like my kind
You heard my niggas willin' to get down and dirty
I don't give a fuck
See the villain trudgin', nigga, peelin' slugs

A muthafucka here to show you
Who the realest thugs and that's us, the original thugstas
Subliminal criminal way to kill an individual
Bone clone niggas that thinkin' that they invincible
But not a real, I'm here to let you know, for sure, hoes

Yeah niggas, Bone back in the house once again
Bringin' y'all niggas that real shit
Lil Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh
Wanna say what's up to all
Them real ass niggas out there feelin' this thug shit

And fuck all y'all player hatin' ass
Clonin' ass, wannabe Eazy-E Bone Thug Mo Thug ass niggas
We told y'all niggas this shit was eternal
Eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal

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