I Got A Right - Lyrics - Misfits

Title: I Got A Right
Artist: Misfits
Composer(s): James Osterberg

Lyric:
Anytime I want I got a right to move
No matter what they say
Said anytime I want I got a right to move
No matter what they say

'Cause I got a right, a right to move
Anytime I want any old time
Said I got a right a right to move
Anytime I want

Anytime I want I got a right to say
No matter what they say
Said anytime I want I got a right to say
No matter what they say

'Cause I got a right a right to say
Anytime I want any old time
'Cause I got a right a right to say
Anytime I want

Anytime I want I got a right to move
No matter what they say
Said anytime I want I got a right to move
No matter what they say

'Cause I got a right a right to move
Anytime I want any old time
'Cause I got a right a right to move
Anytime I want

I got a feeling, I got a feeling
I got a feeling, I got a right
I got a right, I got a right

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I Got A Right - Lyrics - Iggy Pop

Title: I Got A Right
Artist: Iggy Pop
Composer(s): James Osterberg

Lyric:
Anytime I want I got a right to move
No matter what they say
Said anytime I want I got a right to move
No matter what they say

'Cause I got a right, a right to move
Anytime I want any old time
Said I got a right a right to move
Anytime I want

Anytime I want I got a right to say
No matter what they say
Said anytime I want I got a right to say
No matter what they say

'Cause I got a right a right to say
Anytime I want any old time
'Cause I got a right a right to say
Anytime I want

Anytime I want I got a right to move
No matter what they say
Said anytime I want I got a right to move
No matter what they say

'Cause I got a right a right to move
Anytime I want any old time
'Cause I got a right a right to move
Anytime I want

I got a feeling, I got a feeling
I got a feeling, I got a right
I got a right, I got a right

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I Got A Right Ta - Lyrics - Electric Circus - Common

Title: I Got A Right Ta
Album: Electric Circus
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Lonnie Lynn

Lyric:
Yeah, hah, yeah, we got, ah, ha
Y'all cats know the abstract nigga with the attitude
Pass the booze, and let's build on it
I'm rolling in a Cadillac with the grill fronted
I ain't even smoke no mo' but I feel blunted

Yo I'm tokin' on the freedom
Stepping to the A.M., cats be tokin' in the P.M.
Tell the players I'm the G.M.

Told my team let me get my plays straight, I'ma feed them
They need me like I need them
See the streets is bleedin'

Had to meet with my mind and ? To be defined and
Stay on my climb
I'm grinding, 'til I get blue balls
Everyday, same shit new star

Don't make me act like where I come from because he grew tall
There's a place that to run from it if you neutral
Hustlers and vogues, customers and smokes
I kiss the sky feeling high off the stuff that I wrote

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

I'm the only cat in hip hop that can go into a thrift shop
Connect, get up to the ghetto and get props
If you gonna get that kick-a-box, make sure that, not
If you gonna get that glock don't be scared to big shot

Hip Hop is changin', y'all want me to stay the same?
Sorta like Barkley on how I see the game
I recognize game like a scout
Ayo, I'm bound to wreck your lady as I turn your lady out

I ain't about that messing with no other man's women
Because of jealousy then a man go under
Understand a man and his mental
Listening, to Joan Mitchell with the fan and the window

Can it be so simple then?
I rock, rock ports, you rock Timberlands
I want a Rover, but I'm thinking long range
I ain't switch over, I just made my own lane, Charlie I wanna

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

Like a pimp to a hoe I connect to the track
I feel it in my neck and my back
A thug came to me, said it changed his life
Said the love of his life, he used to bang to the light

I'm tryin' to do better
I ain't claiming Mister Right
I'm a grown man, I'm too old to fist-fight
I stay on point like trick dice

Tweaking like the sound man who need to switch mike
Sounding bitch like
I know the block is hot, but we just can't get ice
When our children's children sit nice?

I sing the song to make the fiend's strong
King Kong ain't got shit on me
I train days to rip emcees, I'm peaking

But I still gotta get that cheese
You on some monkey ball damn chimpanzees
Mobbin' through the Chi-Town to feel the breeze, yo

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high
(I got the right to feel high)
I got the right to feel high

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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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What'S That Right There - Lyrics - Kelis Was Here - Kelis

Title: What'S That Right There
Album: Kelis Was Here
Artist: Kelis
Composer(s): Kelis Roger Jones, William Adams, Philippe Wynn, George S Clinton, Keith Harris

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Lyric:
What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

This just might be the flavor you crave nightly
I'll give it to you nicely, oh
So go ahead and try me, them girlies wanna fight me
But you just wanna bite me, oh

When you get some of what I got
It's gonna knock you right off of your socks
This right here is hot, is hot
I put the shimmy on your cocoa pop

He likes it raw, I likes it on top
I got somethin' for that lollipop
And your heart's gonna stop when I drop down

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

What I got will keep you runnin'
Back for more ?cause you'll been wantin'
More of this so what you frontin' for

You know you addicted
I up and got you whipped on it
Lovin' me is hypnotical

When you get some of what I got
It's gonna knock you right off of your socks
This right here is hot, is hot
I put the shimmy on your cocoa pop

He likes it raw, I likes it on top
I got somethin' for that lollipop
And your heart's gonna stop when I drop down

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

She a freak!
She a freak!
Woo! The lil' mama is a freak!
She a tasty treat
So won't you give me somethin' to eat baby?

When you get some of what I got
It's gonna knock you right off of your socks
This right here is hot, is hot
I put the shimmy on your cocoa pop

He likes it raw, I likes it on top
I got something for that lollipop
And your heart's gonna stop when I drop down
Down, down, down

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

What's that right there?
What's that right there?
What's this right here?
Yea
What's this right here?
Yea, what's that right there?

Oh, this ain't nothin' but a lil' somethin' that I got
Lil' somethin' that I got, lil' somethin' that I got

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Right To Be Wrong - Lyrics - Mind Body and Soul - Joss Stone

Title: Right To Be Wrong
Album: Mind Body and Soul
Artist: Joss Stone
Composer(s): Betty Wright, Desmond Child, Joscelyn Stoker

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Lyric:
I've got a right to be wrong
My mistakes will make me strong
I'm steppin' out into the great unknown
I'm feelin' wings though I've never flown

Got a mind of my own
I'm flesh and blood to the bone
I'm not made of stone
Got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone

Got the right to be wrong
I've been held down too long
(Woo)
I've got to break free
(Woo woo)
So I can finally breathe
Got a right to be wrong
Got to sing my own song
(Woo)
I might be singin' out of key
(Woo woo)
But it sure feels good to me
Got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone

You're entitled to your opinion
But it's really my decision
(Woo)
I can't turn back I'm on a mission
(Woo woo)
If you care don't you dare blur my vision
(Woo)
Let me be all that I can be
Don't smother me with negativity
(Woo)
Whatever's out there waitin' for me
(Woo woo)
I'm gonna face it willingly, woo ooo

I've got a right to be wrong
My mistakes will make me strong, hmm mmm
I'm steppin' out into the great unknown
I'm feelin' wings though I've never flown

I've got a mind of my own
I'm flesh and blood to the bone
See, I'm not made of stone
I've got a right to be wrong
Woo so just leave me alone

Got a right to be wrong
I've been held down to long
(Woo)
I've got to break free
(Woo woo)
So I can finally breathe
Got a right to be wrong
Got to sing my own song
(Woo)
I might be singin' out of key
(Woo woo)
But it sure feels good to me
Got a right to be wrong, ahh
So just leave me, alone hmm mmm

Huu hmm mmm
Huu hmm mmm
Naa aaa
Huu haa
Woo
Got a right
Got a right
Huu haa
Got a right
Got a right
Haa ahh whao

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99 Problems - Lyrics - Home Invasion - Ice T

Title: 99 Problems
Album: Home Invasion
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): George Jr. Clinton, Alphonso Henderson, Tracy L Marrow

Lyric:
Yeah, last year a lot of motherfuckers asked me
Why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit
But this year, I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live
Brother Marquis in the house
(Yeah, I'm the motherfuckin' nigga)

Yeah, we gonna answer the question about girl problems
All these niggaz is havin' girl problem, Marq
(Huh, tell them man, tell them how it is)
Lemme tell you what time is it

I got a ho from the East, got a ho from the West
Got a ho that likes to jack it off and rub it in her chest
I got a ho from the North, a ho from the South
A ho that likes to suck it long and hold it in her mouth

I got a bitch with hair, a bitch with none
A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun
A bitch with a ass big as a TV set
And there's a bitch over there, hey, the one I'm gonna get

But yo, but maybe not, she might not like me though
No sweat to a vet, I'll slam a sista though, word
Ice in the whole damn herd
I fuck 'em all and leave 'em on the curve

I got a bitch with a mink, who rocks a fat gold link
Who likes to fuck me with her ass up on the kitchen sink
Got a bitch with tits, a bitch with ass
A bitch with none, but hey I give her a pass

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit it
Nah, a bitch ain't one

I got a bitch that's old, a bitch that's new
A bitch who love velvet in the colors blue
I got a bitch who's fat, a bitch who's built
A bitch who all her titties give out powdered milk

I got a bitch who's funny, a bitch who ain't
A bitch who can sing, a bitch who can't
A bitch who loves fuckin' on a airplane
I even got a bitch off Soul Train
I got a bitch who rolls a rag-top Benz

Long ends, I got a bitch who's broke as a bum
But she's the most fun
I got a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don't
A bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't
A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall
A bitch who burns my pager with priority calls

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me

Yo Marquis, you from Miami, man, why don't you show
Mhese motherfuckers all the over the world the to live
Style of how the bitches treat a motherfuckin' fly nigga like you?

I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one of them
I don't trip on hos 'cause I don't need none of them
Pussy's the temptation, dick's the persuasion
All hos suck cock, nigga, how you play 'em?

That's why I don't sleep on 'em, I just freak on 'em
Stick dick in they mouth, take it out and I skeet on 'em
The nigga the one nighter, the bitch exciter
I only love my hos when I'm goin' up inside her

Problem number one is gettin' money
I'd rather taste the green than sip the honey
So don't expect nuttin' 'cause I ain't offerin'
I go hard on my bitches 'cause I'm never never softenin'

Puttin' the demand on 'em, fuck 'em and scram on 'em
The 'Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am' game is ran on 'em
So, fuck how you feel, you fuckin' cheap thrill
I hope you took the pill 'cause I won't pay the bill

Gettin' pussy's just another expense
If pussy pays the bills then dick pays the rent
I only need a ho for one thing and that's to cum
I've got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one

Ha, yo Marquis, my motherfucker, you got problems, man?
(A bitch ain't one)
Aww shit, now let me tell you how to do this shit

I got a bitch that loves to G
She'll fuck you right after she fucks me
I got a bitch who loves both
I got a bitch who loves handcuffs and ropes

I got a bitch that's fast, a bitch that's slow
A bitch that's a virgin and a bitch that's a ho
A bitch that lies, a bitch that's true
A bitch who's a man because they're bitches too

I got a bitch that's cool, a bitch that's hot
A bitch who loves rap, a bitch who loves rock
A bitch who's lost and one who knows where it's at
She gets up under me and purrs like a cat

I got a bitch that runs, I got a bitch that walks
I got a bitch that yells, I got a bitch who talks
I got a bitch that's dirty, got a bitch that's neat
I got a super fine bitch that I knocked in the swap meet

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me

No a bitch ain't one, you knahm sayin'?
(Huh, you know a bitch ain't one)
I got problems with my motherfuckin' rent Marquis
But a bitch ain't one

Man, you got yourself nothin' man
Fuck them raggedy stank ass hos nigga

A bitch ain't one
I got a problems stayin' out here on these streets
With the police trying to take a nigga out, y'know?
But a bitch ain't one, got problems with motherfuckers
Buyin' my records but a bitch ain't one

Fuck 'em all, nigga, fuck them motherfuckers
You knahm sayin'? A bitch ain't one
Got problems man
All them motherfuckers can kiss my motherfuckin' ass f'real

Really, niggaz worryin' about bitches
They better, they better find somethin' else to worry about

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Warm Bed - Lyrics - Unpredictable - Jamie Foxx

Title: Warm Bed
Album: Unpredictable
Artist: Jamie Foxx
Composer(s): Prentis Spry, Michael Antoine Crooms, Sean Garrett

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Lyric:
Baby, if we leave the clubbin'
Won't be nothing but the lovin'
'Cause I got a warm bed, I got a warm bed
Baby, if we leave the clubbin'
Won't be nothing but the lovin'
'Cause I got a warm bed, I got a warm bed

Dam it's hot, floor is locked
Can't believe all that ass that you got
Talkin' slick girl might get you got
If you do that again have to arrest you

You telling me don't stop
You must not understand
Why they calling me Foxx
For how long I can stay in the box
I all ready know how I plan to posses you

Kiss you right below your naval
Then rub you with oil right on your ear
Till you stand up, make you turn around
And touch your toes
The next thing, girl, you already know

Baby, if we leave the clubbin'
Won't be nothing but the lovin'
'Cause I got a warm bed, I got a warm bed
Baby, if we leave the clubbin'
Won't be nothing but the lovin'
'Cause I got a warm bed, I got a warm bed

Better yet enough of the talking
'Cause the Patron says it's time to get it poppin'
Bartender swipe the black card, I'm walking
'Cause she wants to do something like the girls in the film do

She wants to see if the Oscar is the flute
Or is Jamie really proper
Guaranteed I can tell I got one
That is waiting for the camera to start rolling
So she can let you

Kiss her right below the naval
Then rub her with oil right on her ear
Till you stand up, make you turn around
And touch your toes
The next thing, girl, you already know

Baby, if we leave the clubbin'
Won't be nothing but the lovin'
'Cause I got a warm bed, I got a warm bed
Baby, if we leave the clubbin'
Won't be nothing but the lovin'
'Cause I got a warm bed, I got a warm bed

What would you do if I take your clothes off
What would you do if I make you get down
What would you do, would be you a fair girl
Then what would you do [Incomprehensible]

What would you do if I kiss you right there
What would you do if I keep it right there
What would you do if I keep it right there
Next thing, girl, you already know

Baby, if we leave the clubbin'
Won't be nothing but the lovin'
'Cause I got a warm bed, I got a warm bed
Baby, if we leave the clubbin'
Won't be nothing but the lovin'
'Cause I got a warm bed, I got a warm bed

Baby, if we leave the clubbin'
Won't be nothing but the lovin'
'Cause I got a warm bed, I got a warm bed
Baby, if we leave the clubbin'
Won't be nothing but the lovin'
'Cause I got a warm bed, I got a warm bed

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I Got A Right To Be Wrong - Lyrics - Allman Brothers Band

Title: I Got A Right To Be Wrong
Artist: Allman Brothers Band
Composer(s): Dickey Betts

Lyric:
I got a right to be wrong
I got a right to be lonely when you're gone
Whoa, I'll get out around, tear up my own home town
Get mocked up, locked up, wind up in the lost and found
Oh, I got a right to be wrong

Well, it's so easy to give advice
When you ain't the one who got to pay the price
Sit up there on your hill telling me I got to sink or swim
Well, it might thrill you to make me want to kill ya
I can't believe you're leavin' me for him
I got a right to be wrong

Oh, loan me a dollar and watch me follow you around
You got all the moves, you're puttin' me through school
Oh, I give you my best, but I guess I'm still your fool
Oh, I got you down in my song
I got a right to be wrong

I've been conflicted, evicted, restricted
Served with a letter sent to whom it may concern
Still around, Lord, I'm still in town
A lesson hard learned nearly got me down
It's a cryin' shame, you don't even know my name
A low down lonesome song, I got a right to be wrong

Oh, loan me a dollar and watch me follow you around
You got all the moves, you're puttin' me through school
I give you my best, but I guess I'm still your fool
Oh babe, I got you down in my song
I got a right to be wrong

I got a right to be wrong
Oh yeah

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I'Ve Got A Good Thing - Lyrics - Dusty Springfield

Title: I'Ve Got A Good Thing
Artist: Dusty Springfield
Composer(s): Jerry Ragovoy, Mort Shuman, J Ragovoy

Lyric:
(I got a good thing)
I got a good thing
(I got a good thing)
I got a good thing
(I got a good thing)
I got a good thing going

Take the sun and take the moon
And stars that shine so bright
All I need is my guy
And everything's all right

Everything about him thrills me
The way he looks at me just kills me
He's got a way of getting to me
Every kiss just goes right through me

(I got a good thing)
I got a good thing
(I got a good thing)
You know I got a good thing, baby
(I got a good thing)
I got a good thing going

Take the rainbow from the sky
Oh, I don't really care
I will have a pot of gold
As long as he is there

I never knew such sweet affection
And it's all in my direction
If he left there's no mistaking
My poor heart would start to break and

(I got a good thing)
I got a good thing
(I got a good thing)
You know I got a good thing going, yeah
You know I got a good thing, yeah

(I got a good thing)
I got a good thing, yeah
(I got a good thing)
You know I got a good thing going
(I got a good thing)

You know I got a sweet thing baby
(I got a good thing)
Everything is everything, baby
(I got a good thing)

Everything is uptight, all right, out of sight
(I got a good thing)
Know I got a ooh, oh, sweet, sweet thing
(I got a good thing)
Sweet mmm
(I got a good thing)

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Got Em Hatin - Lyrics - Plies

Title: Got Em Hatin
Artist: Plies
Composer(s): Chadron Moore, Algernod Washington

Lyric:
It's a Nitti beat, hey, hey Plies, wassup?
They said you got it on lock down there, my nigga, hey
They said you gettin' 'bout 20 stacks a mothafuckin' show, right?
This yo first album
(Wow)

You fuckin' wit' yo boy Nitti, right?
(That's right)
'Cuz we're live again, from Ghettoville, U. S. A that is
Yo Plies, you ready?

Seven days a week, a full time balla
A thug and a goon, whatever you wanna call it
You hatin' for nothin' 'cuz i'ma get mine irregardless

Tryina catch lil momma, I already done caught her
Want the 26's, huh, I already done bought 'em
You can't do what I do and that's part of the problem

I got the haters goin' crazy, I ain't tryina stop 'em
You want the streets, hot dog, I already done locked 'em
You love blue diamonds, I already done copped 'em

You always talk about K's but ain't never shot 'em
I'm certified and real, lil homie, you a floater
You a full blown hater, that's what I call 'em

I'm in a Donk on 6's, ayy
(Got 'em hatin')
Fucked the broad that he wanted
(Now I got him hatin')

Ain't been right lately
(Got 'em hatin')
My jewelery game amazin'
(Now I got him hatin')

I'm in a Donk on 6's, ayy
(Got 'em hatin')
Fucked the broad that he wanted
(Now I got him hatin')

His pape ain't been right lately
(Got 'em hatin')
You ain't doin somethin right if you ain't
(Got 'em hatin')

I'm the man in my city, you just live here
You just got in the streets, I've been out there
You still dreamin' about it, I did it in a year
You a pussy so I know you hate me off the rip

You can't move how I move, you ain't got chips
I can blow it and don't miss it, I got grip
I can merc you when I wanna 'cuz I got clips
30 round extended .380 on the hip

Heard you was cryin' when you was locked up, you a trip
I know the goons that robbed you, you ain't done shit
You the one that told, you the one sunk the ship
Now you walkin' round like you had closed lips

In the back of yo mind you wish Plies wasn't real
Ain't never been a hater, I don't know how it feels
If you know like I know, lil homie, better chill
Or you gon' have them bushes movin' in frontcha crib

I'm in a Donk on 6's, ayy
(Got 'em hatin')
Fucked the broad that he wanted
(Now I got him hatin')

Ain't been right lately
(Got 'em hatin')
My jewelery game amazin'
(Now I got him hatin')

I'm in a Donk on 6's, ayy
(Got 'em hatin')
Fucked the broad that he wanted
(Now I got him hatin')

His pape ain't been right lately
(Got 'em hatin')
You ain't doin somethin right if you ain't
(Got 'em hatin')

Some wanna see me broke, some wanna see me in the feds
The haters hate you when you livin', love you when you're dead
He just a mad rapper, he ain't blew yet

The streets don't feel him, I ain't have to go through that
I'm on fire in the streets, just got my feet wet
And you don't think I'ma sell a mill, just take the bet

I'm just one of few who ain't went commercial yet
I want you to see me when I got the top back
You got no choice to talk about me, look how I act

And why Plies so wild if he got stife
He got a 100 goons around him when he rock his ice
If you ain't thuggin' you won't understand the thug life

I'm in a Donk on 6's, ayy
(Got 'em hatin')
Fucked the broad that he wanted
(Now I got him hatin')

Ain't been right lately
(Got 'em hatin')
My jewelery game amazin'
(Now I got him hatin')

I'm in a Donk on 6's, ayy
(Got 'em hatin')
Fucked the broad that he wanted
(Now I got him hatin')

His pape ain't been right lately
(Got 'em hatin')
You ain't doin somethin right if you ain't
(Got 'em hatin')

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Your Mothers Got A Penis - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Goldie Lookin Chain

Title: Your Mothers Got A Penis
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Goldie Lookin Chain
Composer(s): Rhys William Hutchings, John Edward Rutledge, Chris Mosdell, Ryuichi Sakamoto

Lyric:
That's right you know what I'm saying
Your mother's offered me the goods, I'm not paying
It started as a laugh, as a bit of a joke
Summit funny to say when I was havin' a smoke
I first heard off this bloke there's fuckin' rumor going 'round

Your mothers reputation is not sound she's saving up her penny's
To make them into pounds to have an operation swap her gender round
It's a shock to me and it's a shock to your mother got a beard
Sandles and a penis too it don't look right see when she's walking
Down the street to see her ball bag jigging to the beat, I said

Your mother's got a penis
Your mother's got a penis
Your mother's got a penis
That's right your mother's got a penis

In Internet rooms or computer main frames there's lots of females
Bite your mothers blue veins not the ones in her legs
Or the backs of her arms but the ones remember she hid in the gown
She walks around proud with her short dress on which sometimes
Exposes the tip of her dong often it's dripping and sometimes it's dry
No matter when I see her there's a tear in my eye

I thought I had to tell you and I put it in a letter but I thought
Fuck that a song is much better the only way to do it
To really let you know I can prove it cos' I gave it a blow
It was purly accidental cos' she got me really drunk
And she made me kiss her elephant trunk you know why?
That's right your mothers got a penis

Your mother's got a penis
Your mother's got a penis
Your mother's got a penis
That's right your mother's got a penis

Your mother's got a penis
Your mother's got a penis
Your mother's got a penis
That's right your mother's got a penis

When she walks down the street then she walks like John Wayne
I just see her pissing standing up again it don't make no sense
When you see hidden here and there she got a cock and balls
With real pubic hair with a single eye that sometimes weeves
Since she's lyin' on her bed then she rubs it on the sheets

Saw her rub against the door or the back of your neck
If your mother's around then you make her double check
I hate to tell you with all due respect take your mother
To the doctors cos' her front bum's recked you know why?
Your mother's got a penis

(Come on Wembly)
Your mother's got a penis
(Your mother's got a penis)
Your mother's got a penis
Your mother's got a penis
(Put your hands in the air Wembly)
Your mother's got a penis
That's right your mother's got a penis

Your mother's got a penis
(Yeah!)
Your mother's got a penis
(Wembly arena!)
Your mother's got a penis
(I can feel the electricity! Come on!)
Your mother's got a penis
That's right your mother's got a penis

For the 18th week running, the UK Rap group
The GLC hold the number one position of the U.S billboard chart
With another smash hit, 'Your mother's got a penis'
Come here boys, have you never seen a woman with a cock before?
Come here, come on look at it bouncing up and down
I'll stick it in you come here, a woman with a cock tiny
Yeah, it's the truth man, his mother have actually got a penis

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Leave This Morning - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Leave This Morning
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): David Shears, Ronald Wilson, William Hughes, Glenn Standridge, Vito Tisdale, Homer Banks, Ernest Franklin, Kenneth Anthony, Brian Scott, Carl Hampton, Raymond Jackson, Raphael Saadiq, Melvin Adams, Bobby Ozuna

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Lyric:
I like that, Saadiq you a fool man
Come out to the west coast more often
Aww it sounds good, ooh
What was you talkin' about? Yeah

I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

I'm up early in the mornin' 'fore the rooster gets to yawnin'
Last night the house of blues was jumpin', nappy roots was on it
Good God almighty, drank too much, I'm 'bout to throw up
Grandma got me hollerin' damn
It's six thirty live and callin', tellin' prophet roll up
It's a trip to sunset strip and not we off to Oakland
California a got me caught up in the moment
I be back in like a couple of days is what I told my woman

Yo aight
Take me a second to breathe and let stress go
Walk out, grab my paper and wave next do'
Take me a shower, get dressed and do a quick pass
Say me a prayer 'fore I leave so I can get back
It's easy like Sunday mornings with a six pack
Monday I'm back on the road and I respect that
Gotta go break a little bread for some improvements
Gotta go share with the world this new movement
I'm gone

I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

That's what it felt like
Gut tight, last night, barely slept right
Just couldn't wait to get up this mornin'
Hugged the kids, kissed my woman
I love performin', she hate the tourin'
But daddy gotta go make that money, baby
Pray for me while I'm away and when I get paid
We can get carried away, is that okay? Baby

I told you how I made a dollar, out a dime and a nickel
Blue collar, gotta grind on instrumentals
See my, pencil and pad has me punchin' the clock
I put in, time and a half, skip lunch, I can't stop
I gotta start somethin' started with nothin' but hard at some hustlin'
Girl, I'm gettin' sick and tired of fussin'
I'm sorry, theres hardly enough time for lovin'
But baby you know the time is comin', yeah

I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

One drink at the bar, led to the dance flo'
She was lookin' at me, dancin' so G, names no need
Felt the way that I was feelin'
Waffle house immediately, now we at the house chillin'
Back rub, I was tense, y'all know where it went
Patio in the rain, car hood, the kitchen sink
Layin' in the bed now, pillow talk all night
Gotta hit the studio, I'll be back tomorrow night

How many ladies in the mornin' wake up lonely?
Love rough sex, baby screamin' "Put it on me"
But when your man ain't around you call his homie
How many times I gotta be him nigga? Owe me
I follow my lines and take your panties off slowly
Makin' it hot like cash money flashin' roleys
You tell me to stop but I'm rockin', steady growin'
If your man knock I'm on the job and not goin'

I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

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No More - Lyrics - Like Father, Like Son - Birdman

Title: No More
Album: Like Father, Like Son
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): Tmix J Shute, Tristan Jones, Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Yeah, hustla

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right nah

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right money right

The pots hot as the rock expands
It's the paper chasin' man on the clock like hands
Grindin' like teeth, get money like heat
Cliff Hukstable keep it comin' like Keith

Gotta make last forever for worse or for better
Gotta make it past the devil so guns I got several
And everybody plays, the fool says Aaron Nevelle
But I just play to win holler back like heavy metal

Smellin' like pedals from a rose so they ***
My breads buildin' bagels and legos
When I rose they froze, trust me for the pesos
I'm an A hole AK holes

Think face blow and understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case closed
Brown bag ***

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right nah

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right money right

Young new investment ain't no turnin' me back
Had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack
And I ain't never goin' back, sike I love the life
Standin' under the street lights tryin' to get off that white

At a reasonable price nah, I ain't tryin' to bargain wit you
You *** hatin' well, I guess they gonna be starvin' wit you
I got 2 jobs, I sell and I cop ***
Like father like son well, I was adopted

I told the Birdman, stunna give me a chance
And I don't even wanna tell you what I did with my advance
'Cause I'm only a man, I had to feed my fam'
Takin' that hood *** and copped about 24 grams

Man, I guess it is what it is, it was what it was
Before the rap game, I was sellin' drugs
Either way I'm six figures before my first record
I'll stunt y'all, don't respect my my work habits, I'm a hustla

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right nah

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right money right

From an eight to a quarter, from a half to a brick
From an 0 to the ozies, that how I'm hood rich
And murder was the case got me emptyin' lot of clips
Stunna hollerin' Birdman, *** right back in this ***

Third world throw the you up, I'm rollin' in the whip
With this money on my mind, gotta hustla and to lift
Them high rise dealin' me and youngin' on some ***
Breaking bread, choppin' millions 'cause a *** ain't ***

Told as a youngin' how to roll with the chopper
If money on your block for the money I'ma pop ya
*** wanna hate but they money wouldn't stop us
From ridin' fly whips now they *** out jockin'

We stunnin' while ya hating **, stunna is what made you **
I hear you poppin' *** but the Birdman raised you ***
Birdman got an army, Birdman got a navy
And Cash Money can't save ya

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right nah

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right money right

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I Ain'T Hard To Find - Lyrics - Get Money, Stay True - Paul Wall

Title: I Ain'T Hard To Find
Album: Get Money, Stay True
Artist: Paul Wall
Composer(s): Lewis Kinoshi, Paul Michael Slayton, Leroy Williams

Lyric:
If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green limes

If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green limes

I got that paper in them rubber bands, stacked up
And I got somethin' hidden in the stash, wrapped up
If you see purple in my cup, that mean I'm leanin' tough
I got them haters on my back, so I be strapped up

I'm in a league of my own while them haters throw stones
But my mind on cash, I'm in the zone
I'm grippin' wood and tippin' chrome
I'm well known, my wrist is rocky like Stallone
Southlea is where I roam, the champ is here and there is no clone

Off top, I'm well respected on many blocks
So I'm pullin' hundreds and smashin' cocks
Knockin' these broads up out they socks
I'm in the hood like wig shops, look close, I ain't hard to spot
I'm right there at that gamblin' spot, stackin' up a fat not

So if you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green limes

If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green limes

I'm a block burner like Lil' Wayne, revisin' the game like King James
The head turner like Slim Thug Chain
I'm bangin' hooks like Sugar Shane
I'm thowed off like Major Payne, talkin' shit like Brother Lane
These boys talkin' down on the name
But they all washed up like Eddie Kane

The slab roof like David Blaine, it disappear like magic
Glock nineteen, made of plastic, might stretch ya out just like elastic
I stay up on my toes till the day that my casket close
Bankrolls and fine hoes, fancy cars and starched clothes

Weed cigars and Moet rolls, pints a bar and kushy dro
Dime collector outside the club in candy toy with the trunk exposed
Swishahouse, baby, that's my crew, roll wit us or you'll get ran through
We loved by few and still true, let me tell y'all just what it do

So if you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green limes

If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green limes

It's hustle time, Texas, I do this for the streets
Grindin' with no sleep because that paper what I seek
That hatin' need to cease, I'm evadin' the police
And I been hustlin' since Hulk Hogan body slammed that Iron Sheek

My flow is outta sight but them boys is all hype
They can't see me up on that mic, so they be hatin' me outta spite
Some potent purple Sprite, I done paid my dues
I hear the strong survive but the weak end up on Fox News

Sleepless nights with burner in hand
'Cause now a days them jackass plot
Jealousy turn friends to foes, I'm packin' glocks around the clock
Stackin' nots and mackin' hoes, chasin' paper and ridin' vogues
Get that dough without the po's on five nine double O

So if you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green limes

If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9
I got a burner in my lap at all times
And a bag of sticky icky green limes

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I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): D Mcdowell, L Troutman, R Troutman, Tupac Shakur, L Goodman

Lyric:
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I was raised, the little young nigga doin' bad shit
Talk much shit, 'cause I never had shit
I could remember being whupped in class
And if I didn't pass, mama whupped my ass

Was it my fault, papa didn't plan it out
Broke out left me to be the man of the house
I couldn't take it, had to make a profit
Down the block, got a glock and I clock grip

Makin G's was my mission
Movin' enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen
And why must I sock a fella,
Just to live large like Rockefeller

First you didn't give a fuck but you're learnin' now
If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down
God damn it's a motherfuckin' riot
Black people only hate police so don't try it

If you're not from the town then don't pass through
'Cause some O.G. fools might blast you
It ain't right but it's long overdue
We can't have peace till the niggaz get a piece too

I want G's so you label me a criminal
And if I die, I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

Here on Earth, tell me what's a black life worth
A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
And even when you take the shit
Move counties, get a lawyer, you can shake the shit

Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more
It's been goin' on for years, there's plenty more
When they ask me, when will the violence cease?
When your troops stop shootin' niggaz down in the street

Niggaz had enough time to make a difference
Bear witness, own our own business
Word to God, 'cause it's hard tryin' to make ends meet
First we couldn't afford shit now everything's free

So we loot, please don't shoot when you see
I'm takin' from them 'cause for years they would take it from me
Now the tables have turned around
You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down

And now Bush can't stop the hit
Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse
And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good
In the hood bein' around the niggaz, yeah

And for the first time everybody let go
And the streets is death row
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under, I wonder what it take to make this
One better place, let's erase the wait state

Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right
'Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight
And only time we deal is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

And though it seems Heaven-sent
We ain't ready to have a black President, huh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed and it's filled with blacks

I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living, should I blast myself
I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black
My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull a trigger, kill a nigger, he's a hero
Mo' nigga, mo' nigga, mo' niggaz
I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga

Let the Lord judge the criminals
If I die, I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
And I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate
Soldier in the house

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

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I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (Original And Hip-Hop Version) - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (Original And Hip-Hop Version)
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): D Mcdowell, L Troutman, R Troutman, Tupac Shakur, L Goodman

Lyric:
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I was raised, the little young nigga doin' bad shit
Talk much shit, 'cause I never had shit
I could remember being whupped in class
And if I didn't pass, mama whupped my ass

Was it my fault, papa didn't plan it out
Broke out left me to be the man of the house
I couldn't take it, had to make a profit
Down the block, got a glock and I clock grip

Makin G's was my mission
Movin' enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen
And why must I sock a fella,
Just to live large like Rockefeller

First you didn't give a fuck but you're learnin' now
If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down
God damn it's a motherfuckin' riot
Black people only hate police so don't try it

If you're not from the town then don't pass through
'Cause some O.G. fools might blast you
It ain't right but it's long overdue
We can't have peace till the niggaz get a piece too

I want G's so you label me a criminal
And if I die, I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

Here on Earth, tell me what's a black life worth
A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
And even when you take the shit
Move counties, get a lawyer, you can shake the shit

Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more
It's been goin' on for years, there's plenty more
When they ask me, when will the violence cease?
When your troops stop shootin' niggaz down in the street

Niggaz had enough time to make a difference
Bear witness, own our own business
Word to God, 'cause it's hard tryin' to make ends meet
First we couldn't afford shit now everything's free

So we loot, please don't shoot when you see
I'm takin' from them 'cause for years they would take it from me
Now the tables have turned around
You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down

And now Bush can't stop the hit
Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse
And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good
In the hood bein' around the niggaz, yeah

And for the first time everybody let go
And the streets is death row
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under, I wonder what it take to make this
One better place, let's erase the wait state

Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right
'Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight
And only time we deal is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

And though it seems Heaven-sent
We ain't ready to have a black President, huh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed and it's filled with blacks

I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living, should I blast myself
I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black
My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull a trigger, kill a nigger, he's a hero
Mo' nigga, mo' nigga, mo' niggaz
I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga

Let the Lord judge the criminals
If I die, I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
And I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate
Soldier in the house

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

Play the MP3 online for free!

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