I Don'T Need A Hero - Lyrics - Bloodletting - Concrete Blonde

Title: I Don'T Need A Hero
Album: Bloodletting
Artist: Concrete Blonde
Composer(s): Johnette Lin Napolitano

Lyric:
You always said I was a liar but we burn like a house on fire
No matter what, you know that to be true
And everything you gave to me changed everything I used to be
Much more than anyone I ever knew

And I don't need a hero, I don't need a soldier
Did when I was younger but now that I'm older
I don't need a father, I don't wanna be your mother
It's just that anyone of us is half without another one is you, is you

The colors of that piece of time and still so fresh inside my mind
And it makes the movie of my like seem pale
And all the games I have to play, I got to give a lot of me away
But the part with us will never be for sale

And I don't need a hero, I don't need a soldier
Did when I was younger but now that I'm older
I don't need a father, I don't wanna be your mother
It's just that anyone of us is half without another one is you

The words of love have been confused the ways of love have been abused
Is this a lottery you win or lose? I don't know
It's a endless circle over time the place inside where I hold and find
Your sweet and happy music in my soul

And I don't need a hero and I don't need a soldier
I did when I was younger but now I am so much that I'm older
I don't need a father, I don't wanna be your mother
It's just that anyone of us is half without another one is you, is you

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Dimez - Lyrics - 613: Ashy to Classy - Field Mob

Title: Dimez
Album: 613: Ashy to Classy
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson

Lyric:
I'm lookin' for a made misses, not one of them lazy chickens
But one them on top of her game, paid bitches
I lay bitches and slay bitches, fast and free
So fuck that, I want a lady, I can give cash to be

A lover, makin' me say "Ungh" like Master P
And helpin' me out when I'm deep in a catastrophe
She has to be, top notch and full of class
Or rollin' a new drop top full a gas, to pull her ass

Gotta come correct and you better have your game tight
She ain't the type of girl you meet and then fuck the same night
She's a hot girl, one that you can smoke Jane with
But so jazzy, flashin' her diamonds on her bracelet

She don't say shit, keepin' our love on the d low
I trust and believe in her, like Shiraz, she's my hero
She don't need no zero's she want a jazzy dime nigga to kick it with
Splittin' it fifty, fifty down the middle

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

She had broke niggas and had tonight hoe niggas
Showboat poor niggas perpetratin' with no scrilla
She like more zippers, flow flippers and go getters
Hydro twistas, gold grillers to roll with

And you don't have to be a dope dealer or an old nigga
So don't go twistin' with a gold nigga
'Cause she's a boss bitch, a slim Diana Ross bitch
That you can floss with that don't cost shit

And anytime I want to I can toss it
And when I toss it, I ain't gon' lie, I raw dog it
'Cause she's so jazzy, every five minutes I stop and tell her
Bitches playa hate because they not, they jealous

Long micros with lots of cheddar
Givin' me more D's than Jay Z, she'll Roc A Fella
Classy, I gots to say it in a capella
So y'all rats can hear me clear, y'all gots to do better

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

If you feel that you's a jazzy nigga, you feel the same as me
Jazzy hoe's, I feel ya Jermaine Dupri
Because classy ain't the thing to be and yes it's plain to see
If you a skank you can't hang with me

No, I can't have no rat claimin' me, like a leech, clang to me
Or much, you should be shamed to be
Ridin' in the Chevy thing with me, it's not the place for them
Jazzy, classy girls I'm chasin' them, I wanna stay with them

And lay with them, passin' pussy's not the way for them
I'm lacin' 'em with more ice than a hockey stadium
She gets down with me, freakin' in any position
Fine as all our dough, no, don't need me no pigeon

I'm needin' a pinchin' to make sure that I'm not dreaming
Like Cash Money, when you see her it's like bling, bling
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist
Where ya at ma'?
I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

What, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
Sittin' on big heels, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
With the micro braids, I need a jazzy bitch, I need a jazzy bitch
Yeah, you like to be paid, I need a jazzy bitch
C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch

Strike down your spine, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
Color contacts in your eye, I need a jazzy bitch
C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
Cute golds in your grill, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch

Lookin' good and need lacos, I need a jazzy bitch
C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
Earring to your belly button, I need a jazzy bitch
C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch

Chewin' on, chewin' gum, I need a jazzy bitch
C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
Whoa, whoa, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch

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They Don'T Give A Fuck About Us - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: They Don'T Give A Fuck About Us
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): E.D.I. Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Johnny Jackson, Napoleon Tupac Shakur, Mutah Beale, Malcolm Greenidge, Kastro Young Noble

Lyric:
Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured
And just looked at the whole situation
'Cause once u look at it
You know
(You really do)

They don't give a fuck about us
They don't give a fuck about us
They don't give a fuck about us

Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
And when I start to rise
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

Some say niggaz is hard headed
'Cause we love to trick
Equipped with game
So we bang with this thuggish shit
I see you trying to hide
Hoping that nobody don't notice
You must always remember
You still a member of the hopeless

See ya black like me
So you snap like me
When these devils try to plot
Trap our young black seeds
Look it
Cops are just as crooked
As the niggas they chasin'
Lookin' for role models
Our father figures is bases

Some say they expect Illuminati
Take my body to sleep
Niggas at the party with they shortys
Just as rowdy as me
Before I flee computer chips
I gotta deal with brothers flippin'
I don't see no devils bleedin'
Only black blood drippin'

We can change
Whatcha now say?
I'm watchin' niggaz work their lives out without pay
Whatever it takes to switch places with the bustas on top
I'm bustin' shots make the world stop
They don't give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

It's the morning after and now all the laughter is gone
Time to reflect on what you did 'cause they saying you wrong
I'm sure you had your reasons dawg
I don't doubt you
See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a fuck about you

Or them five mouths you forced to feed
Not including yourself
All you want is what they perceiving as greed
So as you loaded up that Mack and continue to buck 'em
I was on paper, thinking they don't give a fuck about us

I'm seeing it clearer
Hating the picture in the mirror
They claim we inferior
So why the fuck these devils fear ya?
I'm watching my nation die genocide the 'cause
Expect a blood bath
The aftermath is y'alls

I told ya last album, we need help 'cause we dying
Give us a chance, help us advance 'cause we trying
Ignored my whole plea, watching us in disgust
And then they beg when my guns bust
They don't give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

Now all my homies got love for me
Down to catch a slug for me
Guaranteed to bleed deeply
Now that's love
Shit,nobody else could give a fuck
If I'm tore down, from the floor down
Six-feet deep in the cut

What the fuck done went wrong
How long will I be mourned?
When I'm gone, same song
Ain't gave a fuck all along
And who am I to blame em?
Just do or die through the rainin'
Since they don't give a fuck
I don't feel what I'm saying?

Now thug niggaz die but multiply in doubles
Wrapped in plastic
Or closed casket for our troubles
Pressed in times
We busted like bubbles
With the police
This nation's peace sent here to run you

Now look at what this crooked world has come to
I grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin'
Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin' certain
So I spent your time in poor and working
I see no reason
So I stay ballin' season to season
Why you stuck thinking that they give a fuck

You tell me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying
'Cause half of my niggas, long gone
Buried in the dirt just for trying
Sometimes I think my block is dying
And that it's awful
To wake up to another day, shit ain't change that all fool

I wake up sweatin, dreamin, coughin
Seein' me upside down, backwards, head twisted
While I'm layin' in the coffin
The shit comes around so often
So tell me something
Before I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'

Nigga I been so through pain go through the struggle
Doin' the same thing you did at my age and that's hustlin'
On the edge of straight bustin'
Well since you don't give a fuck
I'll be frontin'
And I'm a drink my Hennessey like it ain't nothin'

Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about us
While I'm kickin' rhymes, getting to their children's minds
Now they give a fuck about us

They wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
So while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us

Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about us
While I'm kickin' rhymes, getting to their children's minds
Now they give a fuck about us

They wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
So while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us

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Wait For An Answer - Lyrics - Blind Guardian

Title: Wait For An Answer
Artist: Blind Guardian
Composer(s): Hans Juergen Kuersch, Andre Olbrich

Lyric:
I cannot say that I don't care
'Cause I'm aware of everyone and everything
They're everywhere

Don't be a fool, stop spinning around, spinning around
You're right, it ain't safe here
Start using your brain, your brain

The cautious hare cannot be seen as a coward
He's simply aware, he constantly knows what's going on
That the wheel of life turns on, it won't hold on

Silent creature, filthy teacher's
Spreading the disease, a release
A vanished kingdom falls
It goes on on and on and again it goes on

Round and round
Oh, I can't get it out of my head

Wish I'd be a bird of prey
A pure and a blessed
A hawk who could ease the pain

Don't look back, tell me is it where you belong
A place in the dark, a song without hope
Don't look back, tell me is it where you belong
Oh, I wait for an answer, so far

Don't look back, tell me is it where you belong
I will wait for an answer, so far
Don't look back, tell me is it where you belong
I will wait, yes, I will wait, don't look back

We're the last descendants in the line of valiant soldiers
We're mistreated angels, we are the blackbird nation
We're the chosen ones, we're the last descendants
We're a tribe of unsung glory, we are the fallen angels

Well, the time is right
You shall be on my side

I don't, I don't, I don't need anyone
Be with or be against me
I'm white, I am chosen

There is not the slightest, doubt it all
Not at all, in lower airs
We're ground down by their ignorance

Hate will grow like a foul cancer
To find a foe seems to be the answer

Round and round
Oh, I can't get it out of my head

Wish I'd be a bird of prey
A pure and a blessed
A hawk who could ease the pain

Don't look back, tell me is it where you belong
A place in the dark, a song without hope
Don't look back, tell me is it where you belong
Oh, I wait for an answer, so far

Don't look back, tell me is it where you belong
I will wait for an answer, so far
Don't look back, tell me is it where you belong
I will wait, yes, I will wait, don't look back

Don't be a fool, stop spinning around, spinning around
Don't move it ain't safe here
They've stained holy grounds, oh no

The hopeful he sadly admits
There's no hero no place to hide
There is no shelter from the storm
The maddened crow will spread terror
But I know bitterly they will stumble
Find themselves smashed on the ground

Don't look back, tell me is it where you belong
A place in the dark, a song without hope
Don't look back, tell me is it where you belong
Oh, I wait for an answer, so far

Don't look back, tell me is it where you belong
I will wait for an answer, so far
Don't look back, tell me is it where you belong
I will wait, yes, I will wait, don't look back

It's you who has said there's no tomorrow
I don't know but who I am, I wouldn't sit back any longer
It's surely built in sadness but the sadness surely will go by
So we will all know the answer, the answer's within
It's in your mind

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High Definition - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Title: High Definition
Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Lupe Fiasco, Cordozor Calvin Broadus, Alexander Shuckburgh, Pooh Bea

Lyric:
Gather 'round, go ahead and stair
These street folks don't need permission, my life's in hi-definition
Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears
I don't need no intermission, my life's in hi-definition

And my return is more like a re-up
I hold a whole like a tea cup
World in one hand, while the other hand throw the peace up
My other hand throwin' we without the E up

I got like 5 more man, I'm somethin' like Shiva
In that Fall of Rome number 4 deluxe
See I bin around the world like the nomb
But I come from a zone where the homes' all beat up

The folks unknown and the stones' all meet up
Police tap my phones, got my songs on speaker
Say he's back to poems, got their domes all geeked up
To get up on they throwns and become young leaders

Opera put it on my culture, now if that ain't wrong
Imus got it from the rhymers, now if that ain't blown
They gave my man 44, now if that ain't long
I put it all on my shoulders, now if that ain't strong

I made it out alive from the streets of the West side C-H-I
Now of that ain't home, you betta tell 'em

Gather 'round, go ahead and stair
These street folks don't need permission, my life's in hi-definition
Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears
I don't need no intermission, my life's in hi-definition

And in my flyness, I've become the hero and the sidekick
The rider and the nigga that I ride with
In ya ear, like the maker of 'The Vivrant'
A salaam alaikum to the maker of 'The Vivrant'

Them other niggas I don't vibe with
Now I was 'bout three when the eyes went
But I can see everythin' that you tryin' be
You can't hide it

While you comin' out your throat like a hymlic
I came up out the belly like a high scrip
Only my circumstance revised it
Hijacked the role and went and shot the pilot
I'm tryin' go public so I can get to private

Then send Bizzy to go and get the pirates
Then hit Africa try to fix the virus
Go back to the hood, tell Huggie open the hydrants
R I P stack B, I'ma keep you alive kid

Dressed in somethin' so fresh and wonderful
F N F and S N double O P

Gather 'round, go ahead and stair
These street folks don't need permission, my life's in hi-definition
Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears
I don't need no intermission, my life's in hi-definition

Lupy, it's Snoopy, let's go out
Tip toe through the door do it doggy style
And tell all my chicks, in she I cock owe
Lupy hit the Lotto, Snoopy hit bottle

Dolomite tight they bite it might follow
Take this chill pill will niggas swallow
Recital is very homicidal
The big screen will capture you, 'cause it's hi-definition

Listen cookin' collard greens in the kitchen
Them alphabet boys on a mission
If you out to get cash you better get it quick fast
Now a days niggas get to snitchin' on your bitch ass

You and ya boys best believe in them toys out your game
Specially when a nigga know your real name
Blam blam with the blammer
Smile nephew your on candid camera, film at eleven

Dressed in somethin' so fresh and wonderful
F N F and S N double O P

Gather 'round, go ahead and stair
These street folks don't need permission, my life's in hi-definition
Listen with your eyes, follow with your ears
I don't need no intermission, my life's in hi-definition

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Put The Lead On Ya - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: Put The Lead On Ya
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Jerold Jr Ellis, Anthony Gilmour, Garrick Husband, Danyle Robinson

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Lyric:
What the fuck is this?
It's the bullet holes Tupac

Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass

I'm broke as fuck an' it's like that I'm livin' an'
I'm watchin' niggaz bubble when the jealousy is kickin' in
I wanna pull licks but that jealousy don't fit me
Let's bet on the set, I'm a vet runnin' from fifty

It spell out, so I'm a post to the fullest
Only servin' then the ice cream man is out again
It's jealous niggaz on the lurk still, we had a treaty
So now they goin' back on they first deal

Now they ready to put the lead on ya
How would you like it if a nigga was broke an' came fed on ya?
That's why I'm still on my P's an' Q's
Readin' fools I'm known as a shista deceivin' fools
See quit's pagin' me

Snoopin' around found trouble
Fo tryin' to fuck up a niggaz bubble
Don't bubble mo than he got
'Cuz now he know that if he get rid of you
Then that's more cash in the Pot

I got a rival now, tha turf is showin' what it's worth
I gotta pack a gat fo survival now, they just won't let me be
All I can be so all I can see is victory
I'm struggle master so the doo doo that you do
Will only make me wanna bubble faster

No party poop 'cuz this troop came Federal
Slappin' hoes in they neck juss to let 'em know
It's all clear now why it's so hard to say goodbye
You broke, I'm gettin' high don't make me put the lead on ya

Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass

Here I come I'm outta jail fresh in the air
Nigga need a come up, so nigga didn't care
So let me think nigga I need to pick up pace
Nigga need a lick, nigga need no safes

So ah let me get straight down to business
I need me some distance to run when I carry gun
An' I'm a be like quick on my feet
You try to be a hero my nine milli, you an' me

An' even if you're the chief of police
Nigga you will still catch some heat
'Cuz I'm juss one of the killaz in the town
A niggaz know they call me dru mutha fuckin' down

So homie step back this is a jack
Nigga make a move an' that ass will get jacked
Because I'm loaded, I'm loaded off the dank-quid
An' Jackie you will get me high juss fo free see

Juss call me S I C K , I love to kill fo play
'Cuz like cube it was a good day
An' I'm a be like strictly on my Q's
P's an' Q's I'm puttin' quarter holes in fools

So don't you even fuck wit my rep
My rep's too big an' leavin' you diggin' fo days
An' I'm a get ya nigga if I want ya
I got a gun you run nigga I'm a pop ya

Because I'm broke I need to fill me some ends
Give me yo pocket book so I can break it in
I goes to Wells Fargo, Bank of America
An' if your a woman, don't think I still won't put the lead on ya beeitch

Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass

Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in yo mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in yo mutha fuckin' ass

Hell yeah I'm on welfare G A checks
Keeps me paid like a mutha fuckin' vet on the set
Let my mail stretch an' gets up
To the point where even my bitch be choppin' zips up

I whips up the cream
Twenty eight grams on the triple beam
Chefs hittin' clean, how much clean?
Four-fifteens, an' the zap-co
The rap-go, we slip an made a weak move

Don't sleep dude, I pull licks every week fool
But ain't no Bonnie an' Clyde nigga
'Cuz if a bitch set up a lick, I get the money an' slide nigga
I hit the crap game first thang, leave if you shot yo
'Cuz bein' broke is the worst thang

Check this out man, 'cuz you know I ain't that type niggie
I scoop the dice, once or twice then the riggie, riggie
Dangle roll shot, is a fa sho shot
No shot, I mean it's so hot, I'm snatchin' hella face from the block

I got the glock sixteen on my waist juss in case
Never hit 6-8's, know the haters at the gate
When I shake the dice another one bites the dust
They mad as fuck gettin' struck by the shista

I shoulda known 'cuz rule number one
Never roll craps wit some niggaz on a track you ain't from
They young an' claimin' they broke, but they forgotten
That I got they mail, an' I can tell they plottin'

But shit, they'll get licked like a popsicle
Don't fuck around an' get sent to the hospital
Little niggaz think they slick but they already sawin'
Popin' at y'all take on raw shit

Let me raise up from these cowards turf
Yeah 'cuz little do they know what's below the Eddie Bauer shirt
Niggaz mean muggin' me but what that do
I'm a soldier till it's over 6-5 on my tattoo punk

So if you want funk you be a dead homie
'Cuz I be down if you pull a 2 elev homie
Now all the niggaz gettin' lit up
I told ya live in yo house wit out yo strap is a rigg up
'Cuz I'm a put the lead on ya punk ass nigga

Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast
I'm puttin' lead in ya mutha fuckin' ass
Unload the barrel an' blast

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It Ain'T A Crime - Lyrics - Same As It Ever Was - House Of Pain

Title: It Ain'T A Crime
Album: Same As It Ever Was
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Erik Schrody, Allen Toussaint, Leor Dimant

Lyric:
Johnny was a bad boy, he was juvenile delinquent
He had his picture on the wall of every precinct
He had a rep of hanging out with his homies
Puffin' on the blunts and sippin' on the forties
But when he spoke, nobody would listen
And when he was home, yo, his parents they would diss him

They called him a bum, a worthless piece of shit
So over this he had a fit
And now he grabs his bag and heads for the door
And walks to the neighborhood liquor store
Pulls out a gun, tells the old man, "Hit the floor"
Then breaks open the register drawer

Pulls out the money, stuffs it in his pocket
Points his pistol then he starts to cock it
The man panics and gun goes off
Stupid old fool made Johnny blow his head off
But he don't care 'cuz Johnny was thought
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught

It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
That's how it is, homie, like it or not

Now coming out store, Johnny shot two Haisidic Jews
And when he got home his face was on the news
His mom freaked out, told him get the fuck out
That when the pigs rolls up, so yo, he ducked out
He hit the backdoor like his name was Carl Lewis
Skipped to the pay phone to find out where his crew is

He called up his homeboy Jose, "Word up"
"Can I come over my man?" he said, "No way
A cop was here, he was looking all over for you
But I told the pig that I didn't know you"
He said, "Cool, meet me up at the school
I need a ride 'cuz I'm wanted for homicide"

Johnny got a gun and now he's on the run
But he don't care to him this shits fun
Now that he's an outlaw sorta like Robin Hood
The hard rock hero of the whole neighborhood
If they catch him he'll wind up in court
But it ain't a crime if you don't get caught

It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
That's how it is, homie, like it or not

It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a sale if it don't get bought
It ain't a show if I don't get paid
She ain't a hoe if you don't get laid

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Geek In The Pink - Lyrics - Mr. A-Z - Jason Mraz

Title: Geek In The Pink
Album: Mr. A-Z
Artist: Jason Mraz
Composer(s): Ian Sheridan, Jason Mraz, Kevin Kadish, Scott Storch

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Lyric:
Yo, brotha A to Z
Yo, wussup B
Yo, what time is it?
It's Laundry Day

Do do do
Do do do
Do do do

Well, let the geek in the pink take a stab at it
If you like the way I'm thinkin', baby, wink at it
I may be skinny at times but I'm fat fulla rhymes
Pass me the mic and I'm a grab at it

Well, isn't it delicious, crazy way that I'm kissin'
This baby listen to this, don't wanna miss it while it's hittin'
Sometimes you gotta fit in to get in
But don't ever quit 'cause soon I'm gonna let you in but see

I don't care what you might think about me
You'll get by without me if you want
Well, I could be the one to take you home
Baby, we could rock the night alone

If we never get down
It wouldn't be a let down
But sugar don't forget
What you already know

That I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away

Like the geek in the pink
Well, like the geek in the pink, yeah
The geek in the pink

Well, my relationship fodder, don't mean to bother nobody
But Cupid's automatic, musta fired multiple shots at her
Because she fall in love too often, that's what the matter
At least I'm talkin' about it, keep my pattern of flattery and

She was starin' through the door frame and
Eyeing me down like already a bad boyfriend
Well, she can get her toys outta the drawer then
'Cause I ain't comin' home, I don't need that attention, see

I don't care what she might think about me
She'll get by without me if she wants
Well, I could be the one to take her home
Baby, we could rock the night alone

If we never get down
It wouldn't be a let down
But sugar don't forget
What you already know

That I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away

Hey, baby, look at me, go from zero to hero
You better take it from a geek like me
Well, I can save you from unoriginal dum-dums
Who wouldn't care if you complete him or not

So what I've got, a short attention span, a coke in my hand
Because I'd rather have the afternoon, relaxin' understand
My hip hop and flip-flops, well, it don't stop with the light rock
My shot to mock, you kinda puts me in the tight spot

The hype is nothing more than hoo-ha, so I'm
Developing a language and I'm callin' it my own
So take a peek into the speaker and you'll see what I mean
That on the other side the grass is greener

I don't care what you might think about me
You'll get by without me if you want
I could be the one to take you home
Baby, we could rock the night alone

If we never get down
It wouldn't be a let down
But sugar don't forget
What you already know

I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away

Like the geek in the pink
Well, I'm the geek in the pink ya'll
Geek is the color for power

I'm the geek in the pink
So I'm the geek ya'll, in the pink ya'll
Geek is the color for power
I'm the geek in the pink

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It Aint A Crime (Uk Remix) - Lyrics - Legend - House Of Pain

Title: It Aint A Crime (Uk Remix)
Album: Legend
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Erik Schrody, Allen Toussaint, Leor Dimant

Lyric:
Johnny was a bad boy, he was juvenile delinquent
He had his picture on the wall of every precinct
He had a rep of hanging out with his homies
Puffin' on the blunts and sippin' on the forties
But when he spoke, nobody would listen
And when he was home, yo, his parents they would diss him

They called him a bum, a worthless piece of shit
So over this he had a fit
And now he grabs his bag and heads for the door
And walks to the neighborhood liquor store
Pulls out a gun, tells the old man, "Hit the floor"
Then breaks open the register drawer

Pulls out the money, stuffs it in his pocket
Points his pistol then he starts to cock it
The man panics and gun goes off
Stupid old fool made Johnny blow his head off
But he don't care 'cuz Johnny was thought
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught

It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
That's how it is, homie, like it or not

Now coming out store, Johnny shot two Haisidic Jews
And when he got home his face was on the news
His mom freaked out, told him get the fuck out
That when the pigs rolls up, so yo, he ducked out
He hit the backdoor like his name was Carl Lewis
Skipped to the pay phone to find out where his crew is

He called up his homeboy Jose, "Word up"
"Can I come over my man?" he said, "No way
A cop was here, he was looking all over for you
But I told the pig that I didn't know you"
He said, "Cool, meet me up at the school
I need a ride 'cuz I'm wanted for homicide"

Johnny got a gun and now he's on the run
But he don't care to him this shits fun
Now that he's an outlaw sorta like Robin Hood
The hard rock hero of the whole neighborhood
If they catch him he'll wind up in court
But it ain't a crime if you don't get caught

It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
That's how it is, homie, like it or not

It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a sale if it don't get bought
It ain't a show if I don't get paid
She ain't a hoe if you don't get laid

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Underclass Hero - Lyrics - Underclass Hero - Sum 41

Title: Underclass Hero
Album: Underclass Hero
Artist: Sum 41
Composer(s): Steve Jocz, Deryck Jason Whibley

Lyric:
1, 2, 3, 4

Well I won't be caught living in a dead end job
While praying to a government, guns and gods
Now it?s us against them, we're here to represent
And spit right in the face of the establishment

And now I don't believe, ain't got faith in nothing
Stand on my own, ain't got sympathy
Wasting the youth, while being young and useless
Speak for yourself and don't pray for me

Well because we're doing fine and we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine ?cause we won't give you control
And we don't need anything from you
?Cause we'll be just fine and we won't be bought and sold just like you

(A call across the underclass)
Calling out loud with no respect
I'm not the one just another reject
I'm the voice to offend all those who pretend
Unsung against the grain, I'm here to rise against

Now I'm desensitized, I state my place in nowhere
Burning the flag of the generation
Everyone sing the anthem of no future
Down with the mass 'cause we're not listening

Well, because we're doing fine and we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine ?cause we won't give you control
And we don't need anything from you
?Cause we'll be just fine and we won't be bought and sold just like you

May I have your attention please?
I pledge allegiance to the underclass as your hero at large

1, 2, 3, 4

We're the saints of degeneration
We don?t owe anyone an explanation
Fuck elitists, we don?t need this
We?re the elite of 'just alright'

And well, because we're doing fine and we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine ?cause we won't give you control
And we don't need anything from you
?Cause we'll be just fine and we won't be bought and sold just like you

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Watch Your Bitches - Lyrics - Beanie Sigel

Title: Watch Your Bitches
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): C Japa, D Grant

Lyric:
As far as back as I can remember
I always wanted to be was a gangster
Watch your bitches

Hey, yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like now and laters
Split champagne wishes to bitches, trips to Vegas

Jot down numbers on small pieces of paper
I got ya, skate, watch these bitches catch the vapors
Breaks down doe over a hoe?
Spend my chips over a trick?

I don't rock no masquino shit
I don't know who labeled me no trick
Biatch, you should pay me for dick
All I'm gone do is fuck you crazy

Bust a couple nuts, get lazy
Bust another nut, it's Swayze
Tell your ass don't page me
See you when I see you

You need doe for what? Wouldn't wanna be you
Yeah, I'm a break you off, after I stroke you off
When I break you off, biatch, that's when I broke you off
Tell your ass get lost, only thing I'm gonna pay for is to be the boss

Can't see me giving no skee's my cheese
Tell 'em like they tell Bean's, I got four seeds to feed
Till I fuck you and some change fall out of your ass
Biatch, ain't nothing changed, I'm all about the cash

Hey, yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like now and laters
Leave you jelly like fishes, niggas watch your bitches

Hey, yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like now and laters
Leave you jelly like fishes, niggas watch your bitches

You know Mack pop fly bitch
No Johnny Gill 'round my, my, bitch, bye bye, bitch
Fuck that red dress on, get a head step on
Speed on 'for you get peed on when I piss, I don't miss

Get mad, scratch your ass and get glad
'For I, scratch your ass and get Glad-bags
Throw your shit out on the trash
B-Mack, pimp-slash, hustla, muthafucka

But, back to the script when I'm twisted off that sip
You know my twist, Mack on that lick
On that super hero juice but could handle my cake
Quick to throw bags, zams and cakes

Cocktails cum banana and grape
Yellow and purple, everything mellow in your circle
Feeling like metal can't hurt you, got that pro meth itch
Keep a hoe in check quick off that pro meth shit

Hey, yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like now and laters
Leave you jelly like fishes, niggas watch your bitches

Hey, yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like now and laters
Leave you jelly like fishes, niggas watch your bitches

I don't gotta play games and chase a hoe
Spend cheese, say please and lace a hoe
Man, all my bitches know to suck me off and hit the door
Especially if I hit before, they know the routine

Dick to jaw, I don't give a bitch shit but game
And spit that like Rudy Raymoore
Man my whole squad play on tours
That's all we do is play on whores
That's up to you if you pay for yours

I might let 'em run around in the apartment
Just don't steal shit or spill shit on the carpet
You know the address, apartment 3F
Find you, fuck you and flee and my man Bleek next

Hey, yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like now and laters
Leave you jelly like fishes, niggas watch your bitches

Hey, yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like now and laters
Leave you jelly like fishes, niggas watch your bitches

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Watch Your B****** - Lyrics - The Reason - Beanie Sigel

Title: Watch Your B******
Album: The Reason
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): C Japa, D Grant

Lyric:
As far as back as I can remember
I always wanted to be was a gangster
Watch your bitches!

Hey yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like Now and Laters
Split champagne wishes to bitches, trips to Vegas

Jot down numbers on small pieces of paper
I got ya, skate, watch these bitches catch the vapors
Breaks down doe over a hoe, spend my chips over a trick?
I don't rock no masquino shit, I don't know know labeled me no trick

Biatch! You should pay me for dick
All I'm gone do is fuck you crazy
Bust a couple nuts, get lazy, bust another nut, it's Swayze
Tell your ass don't page me, see you when I see you

You need doe for what? Wouldn't wanna be you
Yeah, I'm a break you off, after I stroke you off
When I break you off, bitch! That's when I broke you off
Tell your ass get lost, only thing I'm gonna pay for is to be the boss

Can't see me giving no skee's my cheese
Tell 'em like they tell Beans, I got four seeds to feed
Till I fuck you and some change fall out of your ass
(Watch your bitches)
Biatch! Ain't nothing changed, I'm all about the cash

Hey yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like Now and Laters
(Watch your bitches)
Leave you jelly like fishes, niggas watch your bitches

Hey yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like Now and Laters
(Watch your bitches)
Leave you jelly like fishes, niggas watch your bitches

You know Mack pop fly bitch, no Jonny Gill 'round my bitch
Bye Bye bitch, fuck that red dress on
Get a head step on, speed on 'for you get peed on
When I piss, I don't miss, shit

Get mad, scratch your ass, and get glad
'For I, scratch your ass and get Glad-bags
Throw your shit out on the trash
B-Mack, pimp-slash, Hustla, muthafucka!

But, back to the script, when I'm twisted off that sip
You know my twist, Mack on that lick
On that super hero juice but could handle my cake
Quick to throw bags, zams, and cakes

Cocktails come banana and grape
Yellow and purple, everything mellow in your circle
Feeling like metal can't hurt, you got that pro meth 'itch
(Watch your bitches)
Keep a hoe in check quick off that pro meth shit

Hey yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like Now and Laters
(Watch your bitches)
Leave you jelly like fishes, niggas watch your bitches

Hey yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like Now and Laters
(Watch your bitches)
Leave you jelly like fishes, niggas watch your bitches

I don't gotta play games and chase a hoe
Spend cheese, say please, and lace a hoe
Man, all my bitches know to suck me off and hit the door
Especially if I hit before, they know the routine, dick to jaw

I don't give a bitch shit but game and spit that like Rudy Raymoore
Man my whole squad play on tours
That's all we do is play on whores
That's up to you if you pay for yours

I might let 'em run around in the apartment
Just don't steal shit or spill shit on the carpet
You know the address, apartment 3F
Find you, fuck you, and flee, and my man Bleek next

Hey yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like Now and Laters
(Watch your bitches)
Leave you jelly like fishes, niggas watch your bitches

Hey yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like Now and Laters
(Watch your bitches)
Leave you jelly like fishes, niggas watch your bitches

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Change - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Change
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Christopher Charle Lloyd, Jack Polo, Peter Rogers

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Lyric:
Yeah, uh, yeah
I like the way that sound
Now

Check, n**** ya feelin' like a frog in a jump
One weed will bring you from the bottom the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
I'ma rain on 'em, put the chump a slump

Like a rib shot
That's what the customers want
Don't cha, this ain't the typical story
Therefore I don't fall in the category

I'm cool calm and collective
You con'in a Lexus
Blew chronic for breakfast
It match with the necklace

Nines only down til' the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous warn specialist
Especially if you rest next to me
N**** come testin' me, you get the gun recipe

These old n****z want the new born sound
Actin' like they don't know who holdin' New York down
Yeah, I used to buy Nick's, ten years later now
I'm super-fly slick without a roof on my whip, s***

I sip a hundred proof til' I'm ripped
And wave at the haters who got a root canal sick
Tell n****z 'Like to make a scene' so the llama's close
That kind of s*** don't fly like mumma jokes

So they got 'em long-short, Old kinda toast
More out of left s***, trailers all around the coast
To places you get around by boat, I get a pound I smoke
I put 'em down them dope

I'm real scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop
A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot
This apple jacks, be long before the platinum plaques
The Pro Tools and the wax

Take a step back 'fore you catch a contact
The flows like an M-16 with an arm-strap
I'ma bomb on n****z until they can't bomb back
The Hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack

All of s*** changed since a came
A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn'

Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake, I can't wait

Until the curtains close
It's just me and Tony, in them purple O's
Indoor overload, drive like I own the roads
These n****z is p*** that's why my shoulders cold

M by the toted bow, I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer
'Cause I can have Lamina Calina bring to a mister meaner
You drown in deep water, any n**** around come
From the street corner, where you need your heat on ya

I'm on the climb while my next CD climbs South side
Greedy Dine, red wine, DB9, NYPD grind
Why? It ain't an easy grind
A n**** try to get mine, I'ma feed him nine

And it's graffiti time, n****az sprayin' ya mural
For try'na by a motherf***in' hero
I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on the nasty, n**** you in a taxi

All of s*** changed since a came
A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn'

Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake, I can't wait

Ha, ha, yeah, uh
G-Unit
Raw

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Smilin' - Lyrics - Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio

Title: Smilin'
Album: Gangsta's Paradise
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): James Carter, Artis Jr Ivey, Sylvester Stewart, Dominic Aldridge

Lyric:
You got me smilin', again you
Got me smilin' again
Smilin', again you
Got me smilin', again

One night of pleasure, nine months of pain
Three days later and that's when you came
Two arms, two legs, ten fingers, ten toes
Brown eyes like Mom, with your Grandmother's nose

Even though you're Momma's baby
And Daddy's little baby
My love is unconditional to one of us is Swayze
Day or night, roll the light, no matter what you do
Like the Jackson 5 said, ?I'll be there for you? 'coz

My life is your life and your life is mine
Through thick and thin I'm your friend 'til the end of time
I'll make sure you get your props, you can call me pops
And anything you need, I'll pull it out of the stops

Even though we're not together like we used to be
D-A-D-D-Y, you can count on me
'Coz when I'm feelin' down every now and then
I take a look into your eyes and I smile again

You got me smilin', again you
Got me smilin' again
Smilin', again you
Got me smilin', again

Forget about Batman, Superman and the Power Rangers
'Coz I'ma be your hero if you ever in some danger
This ain't the Huckstables and my name ain't Cliff
No matter how old you get, you could get that ass whipped

Daddy, don't take no mess
And I ain't gone settle for nothing less than your very best
When I do what I do 'coz you did what you did
It's 'coz I ain't the kind of father that be raising no dumb ass kids

You gosta be a leader, it's my responsibility to teach ya
Right from wrong and make decisions of your own
I never said that I was perfect but I know you're worth it so
I'ma do my damnest, to make sure you get some chances

So just listen to your Daddy 'coz he tryin' to tell ya something
And don't let nobody tell ya, I don't love ya 'coz they frontin'
'Coz when I'm feelin' down, every now and then
I take a look into your eyes and I smile again

You got me smilin', again you
Got me smilin' again
Smilin', again you
Got me smilin', again

You got me smilin'
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
You got me smilin'
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Every day is a struggle, when life is like a puzzle
That we gotta put together, together so and ever
You need a shoulder to cry on and someone you can rely on
Your Daddy's home

I'm tryin' to build a foundation on which you could stand
When you's a grown woman and you's a grown man
I got open ears when the world ain't tryin' to hear
When I can't be there in the flesh, I'm there in the spirit

I'm tryna make an impression on the things that you stand for
The knowledge that I give, you could teach your kids
I know it's hard growing up 'coz I used to be a youngsta
So we gon' work as a team
So the [incomprehensible] don't take ya under

People let me tell ya about my best friends
'Coz I'm down with the children, all the way 'til the end
'Coz when I'm feelin' down, every now and then
I take a look into they eyes and I smile again

You got me smilin', again you
Got me smilin' again
Smilin', again you
Got me smilin', again

You got me smilin', again you
Got me smilin' again
Smilin', again you
Got me smilin', again

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Slip Out The Back - Lyrics - The Rising Tied - Fort Minor

Title: Slip Out The Back
Album: The Rising Tied
Artist: Fort Minor
Composer(s): Mike Shinoda

Lyric:
You know me, I used to get caught up in everyday life
Tried to make it through my day so I could sleep at night
Tried to figure out my way through the maze
Of rights and wrongs, but like you used to say
Nothing feels like it's really worth it
Forget perfect, I'm trying not to be worthless
Since I last saw you I been lookin' for a purpose
Well I met this kid who thought like I did
He had a weird way of lookin' at it this is what he said

"Slip out the back before they know you were there
And at the worst you'll see nobody cares
'Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared
Slip out the back before they know you were there
And at the worst you'll see nobody cares
'Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared"

Now I don't remember where I met him or remember his name
But he walked funny like he was too big for his frame
Just over five foot but he weighed a buck fifty
And what he said just seemed so right it stuck with me
Listen it's like poker you can play your best
But you got to know when to fold your cards and take a rest
And know when to hold your cards and hold your breath
And hope that nobody else is stacking the deck because

I don't need to tell you that life isn't fair, it doesn't care
It momentarily cuts off your air, and like you
I want someone to say "It's okay"
But in the truest parts of our hearts everybody's afraid
But just under appreciated and overwhelmed
Fighting so hard to hide our fear that were scaring ourselves
You understand when I'm saying that you always did
But it's different in the words of a cowardly kid said

"Slip out the back before they know you were there
And at the worst you'll see nobody cares
'Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared
Slip out the back before they know you were there
And at the worst you'll see nobody cares
'Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared"

I'm no hero, you remember how I was, you know
All I ever did was worry, feeling out of control
To the point where everything was going end over end
I'm spinning around in circles again
This is where you come in all of this to explain to you why
I had to separate myself away from yesterday's life
Please remember this isn't how I hoped it would be
But I had to protect you from me

Thats why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there
I know you felt unprepared
But every single time I was around I just bring you down
And I could tell that it was time to be scared
Thats why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there
And I know the way I left wasn't fair
I didn't want to be around just to bring you down
I'm not a hero but don't think I didn't care

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Duck Sick - Lyrics - Compton'S Most Wanted

Title: Duck Sick
Artist: Compton'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Mc Eihl Andre Manuel, Terry Allen

Lyric:
You was jealous, it's all your fault
What's up, punk?
You was jealous, it's all your fault
Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin'
You was jealous, it's all your fault
Got beef? What a pity
You was jealous, it's all your fault

Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter
Geah, your ass is out, Eiht wrote another
Funky rap about your jealous conflict
How you diss C.M.W, boy, you ain't said shit

Your senses should tell ya, kick it, don't be a hero
Equipped to whip is Eiht, unlike a zero
I gotta hitcha, or get witcha
Sit down, clown, I commence to paint a picture

Hm, it's kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing
Take you serious? I think about it while I'm blazing
Only then will my reaction show
How I chill and let my tempo flow

Too sorry is the name for your rap
No competition, dissin', boy, you need to be slapped
Eiht ain't no punk, so learn it quick
Oh yes, P.S., C.M.W., and you can get my duck sick

You can get the duck sick
You can get my duck sick
You can get the duck sick

I don't believe it, how the hell'd you get on wax?
Makin' demos on your tape deck tracks
You did a show and I heard it was wack
You tossed our records, think I tossed right back

You got the nerve, tryin' to go down like a trooper
In better words, you go down like King Cooper
So stop your little dissing, saying that I can't handle
I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle

Go head up punk, or sell out, I know you must've
Heard the word, new jack, I'm not a buster
Always down to bust a record, a party, know what I mean?
But unlike yourself, sucker, I do it for cream

So period, end of story, don't even bore
Me, Tha Chill MC, claim to gory
So that's it, the Eiht and Chill is the shit
(Chill)
Word and you can get the duck sick

You can get the duck sick
Yo, you can get my duck sick
You can get the duck sick
Geah, get the duck sick
You can get the duck sick

Get the duck sick
Word up
You can get the duck sick

Wait a minute, hold up, punk, I know you're kiddin'
Sayin' E can't hang, you're bullshittin'
I'm not a rookie, meaning a beginner
If fakin' was a sin, you'd be a sinner

Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin'
Fresh off the Compton streets, so start runnin'
You come across like a two-bit sucker
Tryin' to compare with a hard motherfucker

Punk, they call me Eiht, so give me respect
I heard you did a show on your Mom's tape deck
Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin' to diss
A victim of a violent crime on the list

So wake up and smell the bud', you little pupils
Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruples
Conflict you pick, you're sick
You can't fade us, but yo, you can get the E's duck sick

You can get the duck sick
Geah, you can get the E's duck sick
You can get the duck sick
School 'em

Now, who got you hip to be a rapper?
You sorry jack-ass
(You punk whipper snapper)
Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin'

On Eiht and Chill
(Geah, ain't no sleepin')
Quiet as it's kept, the news'll spread like AIDS
Hip hop, C.M.W. gets paid

Always down to dunk the funk
Or clownin' down a weak-ass punk
The beef you got, to Chill, don't mean shit
Just a test I have to pass to show I'm on hit

And Tha Chill's on hit, legit with the E I don't quit
I grab a chair and a whip like a lion, suckers I'm tamin'
Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because I'm gamin'
So watch me rip, 'cause you suckers is on a ego tip
Stupid suckers, yo you can get Chill's duck sick

You can get the duck sick
What you say, E?
Get the duck sick
Get the duck sick

Yo, who want the duck sick now?
My man Unknown want the duck sick, E
My man DJ Slip want the duck sick
Word 'em up, Mike we be boomin' on the boards want the duck sick
My Deejays Ant C and Mike T want the duck sick

You guys are sick

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