Made Man - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Made Man
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
I been in this game for a while I'm a paid man now
On my sixth solo album I'm a made man now
Six years strong in this game been doing my thang
Eighteen, livin' a millionaire dream
All my niggas worth ten G's
Twenty on my Rolex five on my pinky ring
In my younger day I was facin' penitentiary
I was packin' 22s back in elementary

I done been through it all
A muthafuckin' juvenile I can go through fall
Hookin' up with my partnas takin' niggas to war
Gettin' street drivers and poppin' up a nigga car
Before the school bell ring I was smokin' a gar
Runnin' to my mama residence off the set
Snatchin' bundles of rock is something that I regret
But I done shaked that life 'cuz B.G. got plans
From being a wise guy to becoming a made man

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

Nigga I'm a made man gold mouth dog
Tattooed and scarred up playboy my neck and wrist fog
But these white folks tryin' ta bust a nigga balls
Tru to life game spittin' since 96 boy
Now I'm out cha with my homies and I'm actin' a hog
True to what I seek tryin' ta live my songs fall
Nigga outta line puttin' ten on his feet
Muthafuckas creep, nigga want war, let's take it to the street

Me and my lil' B.G. tag teamin' in 93
I keep it real with my family and my fuckin' peeps
Nigga disrespect let's put the nigga to sleep
I'm discreet about the things that I do on the streets
Them niggas be sayin', "Baby, put that fuckin' boy to sleep"
Them niggas be sayin', "Baby, put that change on his feet"
I got these niggas sayin', "That boy baby's a crook"
I got these hoes sayin', "That boy baby off the hook"

Lockin' down the whole project for self-respect
And them police be sayin' I know he on paper he got a tech
Nigga I'm a muthafuckin' made man
Fuck with my lil' B.G's and nigga you a dead man
Helicopters and choppers is what I save man
I'm a paid man 'til I'm a dead man
Nigga, I'm a muthafuckin' made man
Say what?
I'm mutha made man
I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I'm on a level where I ride on dubbs now
I'm on a level old timers give me love now
I walk the street nigga respect the B.G.
Because I made it I'm a major part of CMB
Baby, gave me the game at a young age
Handle yo business bust a head if you feel played
And best believe I done took some niggas off the shelf
God forgive me, I got a graveyard under my belt

I done walked in the killer shoes, the drug dealer shoes
Done bad masked up and gave niggas blues
I been in the game for a while I done graduated
I feel deep down in my heart I can't be faded
You don't know what I done been through to get to
Where I'm at now cross me I'll flip you
I'm doin' hella good but I done done bad
I'm glad to say that I'm a made man

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

My nigga Juve a muthafuckin' made man nigga
My nigga Fresh a muthafuckin' made man nigga
I know Baby a muthfuckin' made man nigga
Suga Slim a muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

Hoes respect me, I'm a made man nigga
Hoes respect me 'cuz I'm a made man nigga
Niggas respect me 'cuz I'm a made man nigga
Hoes respect me 'cuz I'm a made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga

I got the right to hold a K up in my hand
'Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man, made man

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I Done Got Wise - Lyrics - B.B. King

Title: I Done Got Wise
Artist: B.B. King
Composer(s): B. B. King

Lyric:
I done made up my mind baby, there just got to be a change
Whoa, I made up my mind, baby, there's just got to be a change
Oh, I think you're cheatin' on me baby, oh, because you been actin' too strange

When I leave home early in the mornin', you're smilin' baby and your face is never sad
Oh, when I leave home early in the mornin', mama, your face is never sad
Yes, but when I have the day off and stay at home, oh, I do believe it makes you mad

Oh, I know you think you're smart baby and you think you're puttin' something over on me
Oh, I know you think you're smart baby and you think you're puttin' something over on me
Oh, but I done got wise to you baby and I ain't the fool that I used to be

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Dem Niggas - Lyrics - Lil' Troy

Title: Dem Niggas
Artist: Lil' Troy
Composer(s): Troy Birklett, Ardis Wise, Bruce Isaac Rhodes

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Lyric:
A ha
Yeah, for all y'all
Most difficult

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

I'm the master mind, get money leave the past behind
'Cause if you fuck me then that ass is mine
I lay down shit Lil' Troy who I stay down with
Artist, I'm still one thick

He told me to bring, well, here it go I run shit
You bustas please ain't done shit
We authentic time peace ice up to fice up
I'm still here who lights up

Goin' on, somebody turn the lights up
Is the mic up I can't be touched
You got cash, well, it can't be much
You missed us

I'm the same one playin' me close
I told ya it ain't done
I bring the rain if I cock back
I'm the aim one, the thing to ask if I want it I bring the Axe

You niggas can't fuck with me
I put it down real so my nigga Troy stuck with me
I cut for him and now he cut for me
Grim got the keyboard, I got the razor blade to match
I got the Lacy drop hits on the track

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas man
Even though I had to front some niggas
I'll take out a bunch of ya niggas, you know, I'm Lil' Troy
I don't want none of you niggas, I will kill everyone of you niggas

Why you bumpin' 'cause you moved up to score a half a brick
Bitch I move three half a lick
I.D. you know the rules get your mutherfuckin' ass in line
And have my mutherfuckin' cash on time

Don't forget who you call when them niggas drink pistol whip
Tied you up and didn't even reason kid
I paid the price Gill bitch, I saved your life
Now you're thinkin' everything's all right

When I caught you off tha soft and a pistol bumpin' you all
Another reason I should bump you off, well, I ain't sayin' no more
I know you better start payin' me though
'Cuz bitch I ain't playin' no more

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

I done down to pull one, unload a clip popin' a good one
You niggas can't fuck with us
This Short Stop baby, you ain't got enough of us
You want to bring it ain't shit to me

I roll one deep but you better have a click for me
'Cuz if I get crunk I pop the trunk
I'm artist that's Troy but we both stay nonchalant
You don't know how far our money extend

When you pushin' tha Benz I'm ridin' shotgun
Cop in twins, he got a case I've got to die for the ends
It was a half of a meal from the jump when he started to burn
One lick was three and a quarter to burn

Throw three hundred in the aisle these niggas got full like that
I drink but I don't get full like that
I stay sober when it's good for me
And grab my glock and make sure I put enough on me

Fuck dem niggas
Yeah, fuck these niggas
You know what I'm sayin', we roll with enough of niggas
And 'um, I'm takin' contracts out
Every motherfuckin' body that owns somebody in this bitch

You know what I'm sayin', come see Lil' Troy
I don't care if you on the
East side, west side, north side or south side
If you a hoe ass nigga
I'm taking y'all ass out for the 99 bitch

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Dem N****S - Lyrics - Sittin' Fat Down South - Lil' Troy

Title: Dem N****S
Album: Sittin' Fat Down South
Artist: Lil' Troy
Composer(s): Troy Birklett, Ardis Wise, Bruce Isaac Rhodes

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Lyric:
A ha
Yeah, for all y'all
Most difficult

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

I'm the master mind, get money leave the past behind
'Cause if you fuck me then that ass is mine
I lay down shit Lil' Troy who I stay down with
Artist, I'm still one thick

He told me to bring, well, here it go I run shit
You bustas please ain't done shit
We authentic time peace ice up to fice up
I'm still here who lights up

Goin' on, somebody turn the lights up
Is the mic up I can't be touched
You got cash, well, it can't be much
You missed us

I'm the same one playin' me close
I told ya it ain't done
I bring the rain if I cock back
I'm the aim one, the thing to ask if I want it I bring the Axe

You niggas can't fuck with me
I put it down real so my nigga Troy stuck with me
I cut for him and now he cut for me
Grim got the keyboard, I got the razor blade to match
I got the Lacy drop hits on the track

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas man
Even though I had to front some niggas
I'll take out a bunch of ya niggas, you know, I'm Lil' Troy
I don't want none of you niggas, I will kill everyone of you niggas

Why you bumpin' 'cause you moved up to score a half a brick
Bitch I move three half a lick
I.D. you know the rules get your mutherfuckin' ass in line
And have my mutherfuckin' cash on time

Don't forget who you call when them niggas drink pistol whip
Tied you up and didn't even reason kid
I paid the price Gill bitch, I saved your life
Now you're thinkin' everything's all right

When I caught you off tha soft and a pistol bumpin' you all
Another reason I should bump you off, well, I ain't sayin' no more
I know you better start payin' me though
'Cuz bitch I ain't playin' no more

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

Fuck dem niggas, we roll with enough of niggas
And got problems with a couple of niggas
But fuck dem niggas, they gonna have to take chillin' with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

I done down to pull one, unload a clip popin' a good one
You niggas can't fuck with us
This Short Stop baby, you ain't got enough of us
You want to bring it ain't shit to me

I roll one deep but you better have a click for me
'Cuz if I get crunk I pop the trunk
I'm artist that's Troy but we both stay nonchalant
You don't know how far our money extend

When you pushin' tha Benz I'm ridin' shotgun
Cop in twins, he got a case I've got to die for the ends
It was a half of a meal from the jump when he started to burn
One lick was three and a quarter to burn

Throw three hundred in the aisle these niggas got full like that
I drink but I don't get full like that
I stay sober when it's good for me
And grab my glock and make sure I put enough on me

Fuck dem niggas
Yeah, fuck these niggas
You know what I'm sayin', we roll with enough of niggas
And 'um, I'm takin' contracts out
Every motherfuckin' body that owns somebody in this bitch

You know what I'm sayin', come see Lil' Troy
I don't care if you on the
East side, west side, north side or south side
If you a hoe ass nigga
I'm taking y'all ass out for the 99 bitch

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No Nuts No Glory - Lyrics - Geto Boys

Title: No Nuts No Glory
Artist: Geto Boys
Composer(s): Michael Barnett, Raeford Gerald, Joseph B Johnson, Gary Byrd

Lyric:
Big mike how you livin'

I've been sellin' out the same dope house since the age of sixteen
Shufflin' crack like cards, to these burnt out dope fiends
Sellin' rock after motherfuckin' rock
Seein' cop after motherfuckin' cop on the block

Changin' face after motherfuckin' face
Watchin' niggas catch dope case after dope case
Add it up and you'll find more niggas doing time in the pen
'Cause he wouldn't snitch on his fuckin' friends

And that same motherfucker that didn't go to jail
Wouldn't come and pay his homeboys bail
But that's the way niggas do you
Caught a case for another nigga and he swear he never knew ya

Twelve months in the county you done got out and found out
That your homey runs his own dope house
And he ain't gave you shit
Not even a funky ass ounce to get on yo feet that sheisty bitch

And he still calls you family
But I be damned if I'll be kin, to a nigga who ain't payin' me
'Cause I ain't with that hoe shit
So if you thinkin' 'bout fuckin' me, nigga you better try some more shit

'Cause I done paid my dues and like a fool in the process
Watchin' other niggas progress
On the motherfuckin' shit I did
But in the 90s', it's payback and I ain't takin' no shorts kid

'Cause life is a bitch and I ain't that nigga to be broke
While makin' another motherfucker rich
So wise up nigga, get with the program
'Cause in this dirty game, you got to wash your own hands
And I got a tech nine ready to take mine and what's for me hoe
Yeah, no nuts no glory

Now I done heard a nigga say they callin' me the biggest bitch in Texas
'Cause I'm bummin' a ride, when I should be drivin' Lexus
But you know, I gives a fuck about what niggas say
I handle mine, by handlin' shit my own way

I let niggas thinks it's cool
To fuck a nigga like me, but they don't know that they psychin' fools
See I stay lokey
Lettin' a nigga think he know me, but he really don't know me G

Claiming that we friends when my little girl is ridin' the bus
And his little girl is riding a fuckin' Benz
Whose your friend? Ask yourself that shit
The only friend I got, is my fuckin' pistol grip

Filthy rich I know you love it I done made your ass fat
And you still talkin' 'bout twenty-five of a hundred
Be real that shit went out in 86
I'm down with the Geto Boys but my mind ain't playin' tricks bitch

You still refuse to give me mine cool
Nigga be that way and I'm gonna handle my business fool
Just like my nigga Snoop Dogg told me
You gotta be down for your shit, why you can homie

'Cause you's about to get your ass lit up
Because the fuckin' ain't proper
And I ain't the nigga that's catchin' the nut
Payback is a motherfucker, payback is a bitch
But payback is a must when I ain't the nigga that's gettin' rich

'Cause life ain't but one big chance
And unlike these other motherfuckers
I ain't scared to touch yo bitch ass
'Cause if you believe in fuckin' niggas, you's a hoe
And the pita man can't tolerate hoes so you got to go

Mr. Big Man, Mr. Big Nuts got everybody thinkin' you the shit
But really I'm the motherfuckin' one
So I'm about to grab my shit off the self
And go on a mission, one nigga gettin' busy by his damnself

So keep on thinkin' you fuckin' me
But while you thinkin', I'll be pullin' yo fuckin' number G
'Cause I'm a nigga with no heart and no woes
Gettin' down for mine's bitch, no nuts no glory

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The Coming - Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

Title: The Coming
Album: Soul Food
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Robert Barnett, Patrick Brown, Erin Johnson, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
As I begin fall in, I spark da riot, no longer quiet
I got a voice that's in ya ear, stand clear
It's madness everywhere I look but can't see so much
I can't explain how I feel on da real

Everyday is like a ferris, looking to find some wheels
Homey after homey dying over humbug
Keeping my mind immune to pain
I'm going insane just thinking about the past

At last, it's a future I can see much more that I got older
So I know how the game goes telling me like I can't cope
It's the dope you smoke that's why you looking at me ready to jack
'Cause that crack got your back broke

Have to learn the hard way out the hood, thank it's real
When it's flaw I saw this nigga get shot in front of my school
It wasn't cool, that gangsta shit affects not poppin' off
Just da 'jects 360 degrees all due with respect

It's da comin' of da killin' tool click
Atlanta's got a killin' tool
Watch me rule bitch, killin' tool click
Watch the killin' tool, watch the killin' tool click

Waa-tah, tha angelical Ninja when ya blink
You'll need a shrink, how da fuck did you think
Dat I could be sniped nigga? See you fuckin' right
I'm mo' try to kill ya, straight drill ya

I take my fuckin life serious
You attack my self defense is war period
I know niggas all over the Swats
Niggaz that'll get in yo' ass on the spot

Concoct like a wise wizard just 'cause I wear tha red eye
You may think I'm a high nigga
But looks could be deceiving
God lives within me and brother I feel Him

I speak to God before I take my gat and juice ya
'Cause He tha one that's holding my future
See as you learn me you journey out of time
'Cause your present state I gotta take ya out ya mind

Y'all done let tha devil tear your perfect world up
Got men sleepin' wit men and girls wit girls
Seems all right to you, hey but to me that's taboo, yes I do

Fuck that dumb shit, I comes wit, drums hit
Some get tha hummin', comin' from tha witch doctor's gunin'
Killin' tool click, come with the killin' tool click

[Incomprehensible] with soap sent you home
With yo' shit pokin' out, the loft shoutin' out obscenities
No it's just a dream but I'm a sore loser
Figg murderer, crosses burnin' in my front yard

KKK throwin' up rallies but not no more in these parts
Trespassers gets penalized, 2:13 A.M.
Basic nine channel surfin', this one eyed monster
Servin' it's purpose, Clampett's biggest hustle 1999

Three dollars plus shippin' an' handlin'
Major credit card holders accepted but I'm a minority
Septic tank on ABC
Turner broadcasting niggas done already took over this bitch

System just still runnin' to be or not to be
Done in at the push of a button
Is the question, I think they got this bitch rigged to blow up in my face
Duddy the first African American to walk in space

Now who you think had the pleasure of tryin' on they new suit
The nightmare continues, are we just penny gig's?

Comin' of da killin' tool click, come back to rule bitch
Comin' of da killin' tool click, killin' tool click, killin' tool click
Atlanta's got a killin' tool click, come back to rule bitch
Comin' of da killin' tool click, tool click, tool click

East Point, on the concrete is where I make my money at
On this concrete is where I make my livin' at
On this concrete is where your blood can flow
On this concrete, fool if I don't get tha dough

I'm pumpin' thangs out of suite 116
Got the Arab sewed up, stitched up, buckle up, buckle down
Hit the sto' 7-Tre-1 as soon as I exit 166, traffic gettin' stuck
But fuck this, I hit tha back streets, ended up coming down Childress

Ain't no space cut through the Fina, so I park, I hit my usual
I fuck and hold, flip and fold, no life insurance
But I got my Grady card depress me, stress me
Tha same that exploit me suppress me
Break Cam, run thinkin' of a son trying to see through tha fog
Just to see how far who's coming out the woods

And I suggest you don't fuck wit us, cracker, you stuck wit us
And you know how long we been waiting for you
Devil, We know what you been contemplating to do
We have been here before but surprise again

It is time for niggas to uprise again
But we've been down for so long that you wondering how
It ain't a weapon that you got that can stop me now
Because we don't die, we won't die

And won't never get no better if we don't try
But don't get scared niggas get prepared, I gotta care
'Cause them fuckin' devils never cared so come and find us
Get behind us, if you ain't hear the message clear then rewind us
'Cause we comin', we comin', we comin', comin', comin', yeah

Comin' of da killin' tool click, come back to prove it
Atlanta's got a killin' tool click, watch da tool click
Atlanta's got a killin' tool click, these boys got a killin' tool click
Killin' tool click, killin' tool click

Southwest Atlanta, Southwest
I suggest you don't mess with Southwest
I suggest you don't mess with Southwest
I suggest you don't mess with Southwest

[Incomprehensible]
Killin' tool click, killin' tool click, killin' tool click

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Outta Control (Remix) - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: Outta Control (Remix)
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Curtis Jackson, Albert Johnson, Steven Wayne Standard, Andre Young, Michael Elizondo, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Lyric:
It's the Infamous Mobb, M O B B
We can't be touched nigga can't you see?
(G-Unit)
You do you man 'cause me I'm 'gon do my thang
(You know I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party like it's okay

Trust me man it's okay bounce with me in slow mo'
When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no
50 got 'em locin' again, they open again
Got 'em sippin' on that juice and gin

You could find me in the background burnin' that backwood
Stylin' and stuntin' doin' my two step frontin'
Now I'm a tell you what Em told me homey
Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music

Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's always off the chain man when I'm around
I play the block bumpin', it was all for the dough
I get the club jumpin', 'cause I'm sick with flow

You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho'
I got the info you already know
Man I get it poppin' in the club everybody show me love let's go

You know, I got what it takes
To make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it

You know, I got what it takes
To make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now homey let's get into it

You wanna search me than search me but hurry up 'cause I'm thirsty
I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin'
In club today for the chick to go both ways
Let me see that ID just for proof with the drink till the burn is gone

Hit the dance floor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame you
But, in any event, keep fuckin' with 50 it make cents

Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin' at a nigga that done came from the squalla
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar
Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow

In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin'
So much green gettin' twisted like Botanical Garden
Let's go

You know, I got what it takes
To make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it

You know, I got what it takes
To make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now homey let's get into it

You already know how it go I bang I shine
I play, I stay, I'm goin' for mine
I'm young, I'm black, I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin' project steps

I'm cool I'm calm you lookin' real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head
I'm known for Gat poppin', when I got problems
I don't run, I just gun you all up

But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just lookin' for our future baby mamas
With money with face with style and body
I cook I clean I swear that mami

Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
I go down low, I'm lyin', I'm tryin' my best to let you know
Sugar pop get at P, The Doc beat
Make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets

You know, I got what it takes
To make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it

You know, I got what it takes
To make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now homey let's get into it

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Outta Control - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

Title: Outta Control
Album: Massacre
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Curtis Jackson, Albert Johnson, Steven Wayne Standard, Andre Young, Michael Elizondo, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Lyric:
It's the Infamous Mobb, M O B B
We can't be touched nigga can't you see?
(G-Unit)
You do you man 'cause me I'm 'gon do my thang
(You know I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party like it's okay

Trust me man it's okay bounce with me in slow mo'
When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no
50 got 'em locin' again, they open again
Got 'em sippin' on that juice and gin

You could find me in the background burnin' that backwood
Stylin' and stuntin' doin' my two step frontin'
Now I'm a tell you what Em told me homey
Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music

Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's always off the chain man when I'm around
I play the block bumpin', it was all for the dough
I get the club jumpin', 'cause I'm sick with flow

You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho'
I got the info you already know
Man I get it poppin' in the club everybody show me love let's go

You know, I got what it takes
To make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it

You know, I got what it takes
To make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now homey let's get into it

You wanna search me than search me but hurry up 'cause I'm thirsty
I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin'
In club today for the chick to go both ways
Let me see that ID just for proof with the drink till the burn is gone

Hit the dance floor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame you
But, in any event, keep fuckin' with 50 it make cents

Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin' at a nigga that done came from the squalla
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar
Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow

In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin'
So much green gettin' twisted like Botanical Garden
Let's go

You know, I got what it takes
To make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it

You know, I got what it takes
To make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now homey let's get into it

You already know how it go I bang I shine
I play, I stay, I'm goin' for mine
I'm young, I'm black, I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin' project steps

I'm cool I'm calm you lookin' real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head
I'm known for Gat poppin', when I got problems
I don't run, I just gun you all up

But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just lookin' for our future baby mamas
With money with face with style and body
I cook I clean I swear that mami

Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
I go down low, I'm lyin', I'm tryin' my best to let you know
Sugar pop get at P, The Doc beat
Make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets

You know, I got what it takes
To make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it

You know, I got what it takes
To make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now homey let's get into it

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On The Grind - Lyrics - I'm a Hustla - Cassidy

Title: On The Grind
Album: I'm a Hustla
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Barry Reese, Qaadir Atkinson, Thomas David Richardson, Douglas Fraser Edwards

Lyric:
Yeah, Cassidy, yeah, I'm out here on the grind

I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame

'Cause I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame

I was told it's a crazy world, well I was born crazy too
1982, they said I was a baby who
Always started trouble, start to hustle what they made me do
As I grew as a man, my plans and my gravy grew

Coke, I copped a little, posted on the block a little
My block popped a little even though my rocks was little
But now a nigga grown started selling bigger stones
Got a steady clientele that can't leave the shit alone

Keep it on the hivic homes, can't leave ya shit at home
If I spit it, I did it, I lived it, we can get it on
Forget it, I'm sick with it, admit it or get shitted on
You don't wanna get the chrome, you wanna getcha phone

You don't wanna brawl at all, you wanna call the law
But if you get called a snitch, you might as well call it quits
And I might answer the phone when you call you bitch
I push bars like rod, this shit all will flip

Man I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind

I do this for the hood and I do this for the streets
I do this for my peeps 'cause my family gotta eat
I do this for the thugs that be hustling the drugs
I do this for my niggaz who be busting all the slugs

I'd do this for the love but I do this to get paid
I do this for my niggaz in the cells and in the graves
I do this for my niggaz on the block that keep it thorough
I do this for all the hustlers around the world
'Cause I'm out here on the grind

Don't abuse the fame, use your brain fore you open ya mouth
Or you could get poked ouch with the toast in ya mouth
I doubt I'ma go broke, I be done broke in ya house
You don't hustle just 'cause niggaz cook coke in ya house

If I stop selling coke, it'll drought
And my flow so dope, I got insurance on my throat and my mouth
I change the game, my name gets spoken about
I'm still ill with the smoke in my mouth

Ya sis oped, and I'ma open her blouse
Stick my dick down her throat and start stroking her mouth
I let my unborns float in her mouth
And then I put a condom on and start stroking her out

I blow the hydro to the scout
On the post with the rock inside got most of the clout
And most of the cash I'm bragging and boasting about
Copped a yacht and got a dock, I can float to the house

Got damn, you wouldn't understand how I'm feeling man
I'm chilling man, all for the love of drug dealing man
I got change I'm gon' borrow
That's why I got a quarter million dollar painting hanging on my wall

So naw, I ain't pressed for paper
But I'm dealing weight and got real estate tryna stretch the paper
It's best to invest the paper
But if you wanna battle, let's bet, I could use the extra paper

'Cause I'd do whatever to eat
I'm from the street, if it's beef, it's whatever, I ain't never been sweet
And in a battle, I ain't never been beat
I'm in the race to take Jay-Z place, and you ain't better than bleek

When I speak, you can tell that I'm wise
Dog, I got the best punch lines since big l was alive
And this was a big L so I'm already high
If a nigga better than me, then he already died, Cass

I do this for the hood and I do this for the streets
I do this for my peeps 'cause my family gotta eat
I do this for the thugs that be hustling the drugs
I do this for my niggaz who be busting all the slugs

I'd do this for the love but I do this to get paid
I do this for my niggaz in the cells and in the graves
I do this for my niggaz on the block that keep it thorough
I do this for all the hustlers around the world
'Cause I'm out here on the grind

Man I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind

I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame

'Cause I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame

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Outta Control - Lyrics - Blood Money - Mobb Deep

Title: Outta Control
Album: Blood Money
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo, Steven Wayne Standard, Andre Young, Che Pope

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Lyric:
It's the infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B
(Ha Ha)
We can't be touched nigga, can't you see?
(G-Unit)

You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang
(You know I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok

Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo
When they hear the kid in the house they like, "Oh no"
50 got 'em locin' again, they open again
Got 'em sippin' on that juice and gin

You could find me in the background burnin' that backwood
Stylin' and stuntin' doin' my two step frontin'
Now I'm a tell you what them told me homey
Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music

Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's always off the chain man when I'm around
I play the block bumpin', it was all for the dough
I get the club jumpin', cause I'm sick with the flow

You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho'
I got the info you already know
Man I get it poppin' in the club everybody show me love let's go

You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin', turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it

You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin', turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now homey let's get into it

You wanna search me then search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty
I need that, brown in my system P, on my side twistin'
In club do things for the chick to go both
Ways let me see that ID just for proof

With the drink till the burn is gone
Hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya

But, in any event, keep fuckin' with 50 it make cents
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin' at a nigga that done came from the squalla
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar

Now follow say nothin' let me see you swallow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin'
So much green gettin' twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go

You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin', turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it

You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin', turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now homey let's get into it

You already know how it go I bang I shine
I play I stay I'm goin' for mines
I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin' project steps

I'm cool I'm calm you lookin' real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head
I'm known for Gat poppin', when I got problems
I don't run, I just gun you all up

But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just lookin' for our future baby mamas
With money with face with style and body
I cook I clean I swear that mami

Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
I go down low, I'm lyin' I'm tryin' my best to let you know
Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat
Make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets

You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin', turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it

You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now homey let's get into it

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Got The Bottle Up And Gone - Lyrics - Sonny Boy Williamson I

Title: Got The Bottle Up And Gone
Artist: Sonny Boy Williamson I
Composer(s): John Lee Williamson

Lyric:
Well, I don't run no fillin' station
I don't sell no gas
I done brought my problem
My burners heat too fast

You got the bottle up and gone
You got the bottle up and gone
You know that high-powered mama
That your papa got your water on

Well now look-a-here, baby
What you been waitin' on?
Say ya didn't love me
I'd-a done been gone

You got the bottle up and gone
You got the bottle up and gone
You know that high-powered mama
You know that papa got you water on

Well, I had a little duck
An' I named him, Jim
I put him on the pond
Just to see him swim

You got the bottle up and gone
You got the bottle up and gone
You know that high-powered mama
You know that papa got your water on

Well, ya want ev'rything
In the latest style
But I've got wise
Unto your line of jive

You got the bottle up and gone
You got the bottle up and gone
You know that high-powered mama
That your papa got your water on

Well, if you don't love me
Why don't you tell me so?
I know you don't love me
Baby, no mo'

You got the bottle up and gone
You got the bottle up and gone
You know that high-powered mama
You know that your papa got your water on

I can't play no piano
But I wish I could
I got a woman
Don't mean me no good

You got the bottle up and gone
You got the bottle up and gone
You know that high-powered mama
You know that papa got your water on

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Ask Me No Questions - Lyrics - King of the Blues - B.B. King

Title: Ask Me No Questions
Album: King of the Blues
Artist: B.B. King
Composer(s): Riley King

Lyric:
You go out when you get ready
And you come home when you please
You just love me when you want me baby
And you think it outta be all right with me

When I try to talk to you baby
And to let you know just how I feel
You tell me if I don't like it
You know someone else will

Oh but I done got wise to you baby
You're not the only bird in the sky
Oh so don't ask me no questions now baby
And I, I won't tell you no lies

Because I like to feel arms about me
And lips close, close to mine
So I don't have to beg you to love me
I don't have to beg you all the time

Oh I done got wise to you baby
You ain't the only bird in the sky
So now don't you ask me no questions
And you know I won't, I won't tell you no lies

Yes you can love me if you want me
Or you keep on flaying the field
Because now I know if you don't love me
I know there's somebody else that will

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I Refuse Limitation - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: I Refuse Limitation
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Jamahr Williams, Robert Barnett, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
One time

Uh for these freaky hoes I lust
But I'm still flickin' ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust
But that's they thang a lot of us fall victim somehow
But that's that game won't try to explain from books to bricks
Now I look, seen crooks and tricks caught up in the mix
Of everyday in every way but the right
I control the substance my people fiend for at night

Lord knows I do wrong, sound like the same old song
A lot of niggas singing homeboys conceal your weapons
'Cause ain't gonna be no smokin' section in heaven
No more be buckin' yo luck seven eleven on the first roll
Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul
Swats GA by way of cascade heights
Gunshots, roadblocks, sidewalks and ice

Sold me out for 3.5 grams of neighborhood clout
Now what the fucks we bout I'm back home from the bullshit
Puttin' in work, meanwhile others dug ditches and covered
Themselves in dirt, one squirt and you locked down forever
Can't run from reality luring you closer and closer away
To the same old traps, now you never learn from your mistakes
So now you wear this ass whoopin' wit' pride, what side you on?
It wasn't no I in team, only in your dreams, saturated with schemes
Yeah you right, God gonna deal wit' ya fallin' from his grace
Rookie moves cops shift the game and 30 days

I'm blessed in the hole but that's till I go to the state federal
Penitentiary, yeah I could a did my time standin' on one feet
But see I fucked up royally thought I was slick
Them herpes-havin' ass crackers changed my big check to six
Times wit' Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day
But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay
A wise man knows his limitations concrete, concrete like Greg Street

Sufferin' from a severe case of inner city blues
I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose
This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose
'Cause I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse

That's the shit I like Lord got the door shot down to the pavement
Remove yo hat under the ceiling of this building
A rebuff from the usher of sorts because [Incomprehensible]
Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems
Got skimp wit yo bags boulders become shoulders to depend on
Which way to explore reform, refrain, we can't inflame
Every thought you walk through the trails is hell
Airborne for what clone me replace me wit' me

Another nation inside a nation out the land of Scots
Suction cups to test tube layer of skin
Supply the crust and we'll mix the fruit
Gun shows supplied me in the hour of need
Watch 'em bleed Aryan nation be the dealer
Now who's the killer? Yeah, yeah, yup yup that's the shit I like
That's the shit I like

Uh puttin' forth the effort to make a change
Not doin' a lot of talkin' bout it, what's yo game?
You slippin' you can't never do that
That's when you get jacked for yo life over emotions runnin' wild
Like salamanders swimmin' in southwest creeks
Feelin' incomplete, another story livin' [Incomprehensible]
You had it, now you lost it wasn't worth it look what it costed
Yo life young nigga

Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger
You better think fast or get swept off yo feet
Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate
The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads
Don't say I didn't tell you 'cause you gonna see in the future
I hope I don't have to shoot you if you switch
Went from hardcore to beggin' like a bitch
Revolutions good to bad hoods to rags, real niggas to fags
What's the news? But I refuse to lose

Sufferin' from a severe case of inner city blues
I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose
This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose
Now I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse

Well I woke up this mornin' with the same frustration
From situations like these got a call about some work
From one of them temporary agencies
No high school diploma or any college degrees
I can't enlist but they'll draft me if there's a war overseas
Oh please, of course I can slice some Oz's
But see I'm one of those aspirin MC's
And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees
But I'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees

So my uniform tight, workin' all night at Mickey D's
Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government
Get they fees, these minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies
Purposely these limitations on black folks' opportunities
So I quit 'cause I'm tired of being one of those overworked
Underpaid employees stop carin' at all went on
And did a few small burglaries

It seems like my faith done turned into forgotten memories
And I ain't gettin' away with nothing because I know He always sees
But see right now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold
I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold
They gonna get high so I'm a get my money even though it's freezin' cold
Now how many times you done heard this story told?
Believe it or not, it's some very intelligent junkies
But dependencies is eatin' away at they souls like disease

Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies
Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies
And the crime rate never drops so the cops ride around in threes
I knew he would have killed me if I did anything but freeze
They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies
In a dim lit room being questioned by these authorities
And they gave me some time in correctional facilities
And now my woman's gotta take on a man's responsibilities

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4 My Niggaz - Lyrics - Lil' Cease

Title: 4 My Niggaz
Artist: Lil' Cease
Composer(s): James Lloyd, Rayshaun Spain, Davin Vanderpool, Sean Combs, Shawn Carter, J Fisher

Lyric:
What you sayin'?
Roca Fella
(Uh huh)
General
(Uh huh)
B.I.G.
(Right on)
QB
(That show nuff right on)
Fuck niggas wanna do man
(Nothing)

See Cease a Leo
(Huh)
I'm for the kids
(Right)
Sometimes we gotta get gutter on this motherfuckers y'know
It's how we do it
(Yeah)
Feel me baby?

Yo yo
Stay away from 38 tech nines and shotty
I wanna move swift, but don't blow like John Gotty
I'm something to watch, like the paparazzi
Hard to copy, shock waves can't stop me
Got dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me
It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight
Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache
The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe

I take it all, still be the last to escape
Kick It like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chips
Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code
Watch the stroll, little Ace
A soldier that was born to roll
I love God and you know I got soul
To sell around the globe and more bank than tower
Dime just rewind, it was hard to find her
Found out my niggas got right behind her

Y'all niggas got dick bricks, scared to grab the fifth
But I done did that, recognize the clique
Back round six-four times, fellas and shit
Make mils off the stories that we tellin' and shit
'Til I said to myself, "My life is betta than this"
I wanna party, live it up, pop Don and Cris
In a lake with a waterproof on my wrist
Been a professional, now I'm starting to mix

We rhyme to kick tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live
Run up in your crisp, tie up your wife and kids
Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid
We live this real street life
And that's word to B.I.G.
(Uh)

I'm the type to analyze ya
(What)
Move swift like Kaiser
(Uh)
My appearance surprise ya
(Yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live
(Uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size
(Uh, yo)

I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, Brooklyn

Yo, yo, yo, yo
This my war I ride for lick one in the sky for
Get back everything that my nigga die for
Since his death, many steps and many left
Niggas owe money, yo, niggas can't pay a penny less
Cease got the squeeze, I'ma let these fuckers know
BK style, my niggas Love the Dough
About six hard years, eleven months ago
We was all puffin' 'dro, nowhere to go

Now I get dough, get low, let a slug blow
Cops say "Got evidence?" Let the dog go
Here's the answer, you fucking with Leo Ganza
Nigga's coke so raw, you gone need a sampler
Niggas better be as wise as me or die like me
Or go see the board then and frown like me
Got niggas takin' pictures throwin' pies on me
Motherfuckers' all eyez on me

Whatever happened to Brook-lawn?
Better yet, Crook-lawn?
Niggas even look wrong, niggas get hooked on
Picture me making a shook song
No, I know the wars we took on
Niggas better get gone

Yeah, flow sicker on every record
Watch Sean, glock nine, nigga, heavy necklace
Watch mine, about to make niggas very jealous
Ice in every letter, untouchable, can't fuck with duke
Thug spit, arms shake, who I'm gone play
With the CEO of the Coke on Broadway, huh?
Never heard so many choices from one man
I make bitches, fuck it, I make the gun jam

Flows like sniffin' a hundred grams o'
Cocaine raw, rip your whole brain off, uh
Make it real easy to lift your chain off
BK style, see Jay how
(What)
(Uh)
We don't play fair, we play foul
Go head, stand there, we spray crowds
Live from the 7-1-8
If there ever was one great
I'm him, nigga, times three

I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, Brooklyn

I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang

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Ain'T No Reason - Lyrics - Mo Thugs

Title: Ain'T No Reason
Artist: Mo Thugs
Composer(s): Archie Blaine, Kendon Anthony

Lyric:
Ain't no reason for the games these hoes play

Nigga, it's the year for playa haters will be exposed
These niggas fallin' off going out for these hoes
Trick tellin' you what the fuck she gonna do
I keep on tryin' to tell you these hoes got game to

So where's your mack hand? Wanna be mack man
Turn around, slap that bitch with a backhand
Damn, now your girl got ya cuffed on your way gone
Prepare to do about thirty days strong

See that homeboy, I told ya gotta be a soldier
Fuckin' with Cleveland, yeah, here to fold ya
Nigga, I'm for real about this shit that I spit
Off this Hen and drove my mind, always stay lit

Now what's happenin'? Cleveland in this bitch for real
I'm tryin' to look out for my dogs 'cause these hoes can kill
Trick, how you do yours behind close doors
'Cause a nigga know about you on the down-low

I'm the player type, I lay it right off the jump
Puttin' some shit in your trunk that's gon' bump
But broad I really can't blame you
Playas will learn, these hoes got game too, right

Ain't no reason for the games these hoes play

Now, I done seen these hoes come in all shapes and sizes
Fake to wise, ho don't mistake the height
Yeah, you got a downfall in someway or another
Tryin' to take out the next young brother

Lover of this man, greed, indeed
Sayin' you love to fuck, and smoke all his weed
Hey, that's the way life goes for these hoes
Playa, the next thing to stay up on your toes

'Cause a, like I told ya these hoes got game
Runnin' down a line of niggas like an Amtrak train
Can't explain why, I'm too busy high
Herb got my mind, seein' that I'm passin' 'em by

Mission impossible, 'cause these hoes simply incapable
Goin' for the cash, and dash first chance available
Bitch, really understand me, Ken D A W G from the L A N D
And I got game to come back on you twice as nice

Verbally hittin' your dome like it was a fight
Can't let me get all caught up in some shit
I let you know off the riff that I ain't havin' it, you hoes got game

Ain't no reason for the games these hoes play

I wonder, was this a set up? 'Cause I know these nigga playa hatin'
You said there was money involved, waiting, huh
So now I come and see what it is, I handle my biz 'cause I gotta kid
And a, soon as leave out the door, I hear some shit

I didn't pay it no mind 'til I heard a click
What the fuck? These niggas tryin' to rob
Undercover setup bitch behind a job
Uh, had a nigga thinkin' it was about paper
(Damn)

Bitch, but this bitch was really on her caper
Now, I gotta wet up this bitch
Hope in the meantime, this ho get hit
Damn, ain't no reason for the games that you play

Don't wanna die today, but that's the price to pay
Uh, next time I pass up on that cash
Next time, I pass up on that ass
Bitch, tried to get me straight got

Ain't no reason for the shots, you done peep the plot
When the law come, I can't explain
'Cause I'm gonna let you know that you hoes got game, right

Ain't no reason for these games these hoes play
It ain't no reason, this ain't the season

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Don'T Make - Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Don'T Make
Album: Living Legends
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Shondrae L Crawford, Premro Vonzellaire Smith, Marlon J Goodwin

Lyric:
Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot

You got me fucked up, we shoot guns and hit targets
Meat market, chop haters up who start shit
MJG, rippin' holes in body gaurds
Outta line, polices' and boys who think they body hard
And when the party started, I thought we was all chillin'
I figured that everybody be leavin' here all livin'
You standin' too close partna, you askin' too much baby
You need to get way from round me, before our clique goin' crazy

They ma-ny niggaz come round, talkin' 'bout
They hot, but they not, fuckin' with fat boy and MJ
Nigga we the truth, holla at a playa man
Streets are the booth, we poppin' at you hatas man
Soft ass niggaz make they chin hit the floor
Off bran niggaz take they cheese and they hoe
Mafio, Mafio, niggaz know, niggas know
When them real live G's hit the door, hit the door

Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot

I got a 22, not much bigger than my finger
A winchester pistol grip pump tha'ts a head ringer
A two shot derringer, not little millinater
A big 40 glock, just call me the gun slanger
Some AK spray to kill the front line
One houndred and thirty dead from squeezin' off one time
All you muthafuckin' niggaz, that yappin' that fly lip
Let it rip, don't slip, I'm workin' with fly clips

We fifty deep and every nigga with me got they ice on
Look, niggaz gottta brake your face like Roy Jones
Crush your bones when it's on, we ain't never scared
Them Memphis boys, we so serious when it's 'bout that bread
Kidnap family members, them niggaz don't leave no witness
They all love a gangsta, that shit be so addictive
When we pull up, they know who we are by the car
We blowin' big, and you know Diddy he gonna buy the bar

Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot

Take your vest off, I'm blowin' your neck off and eyes out
High speed chase, I'll follow you to your hideout
Shoot your fuckin' tires out, don't try to ride now
What happend to the bass in your voice, you just cryin' now?
Thought you was a man, you starting to look fine now
The grim reaper been lookin' for ya, and boy it's time now
And blow the roll, shit out the right side of your head man
Ain't no way for retaliation when you's a dead man

Not a scared man, we keep it, out the frame
We stayin' away from lames, and run the whole game
I do it like G, you ain't fuckin' with me
Eightball, MJG, we reppin' for Tennesee
With murder and homicide, and daily niggaz die
And daily niggaz ride, it don't mean with we you wise
Money, and the power, the weak, they get devoured
Them boys that disrespect, with bullets they get showered

Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
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