I Wish We'D All Been Ready - Lyrics - Intermission: The Greatest Hits - Dc Talk

Title: I Wish We'D All Been Ready
Album: Intermission: The Greatest Hits
Artist: Dc Talk
Composer(s): L Norman

Lyric:
Life was filled with guns and war
And all of us got trampled on the floor
I wish we'd all been ready

The children died the days grew cold
A piece of bread could buy a bag of gold
I wish we'd all been ready

And there's no time to change your mind
The sun has come and you've been left behind

A man and wife asleep in bed
She hears a noise and turns her head he's gone
I wish we'd all been ready

Two men walking up a hill
One disappears and one's left standing still
I wish we'd all been ready

And there's no time to change your mind
The sun has come and you've been left behind

The Father spoke, the demons died
How could you have been so blind?

There's no time to change your mind
The sun has come and you've been left behind, no
And there's no time to change your mind
The sun has come and you've been left behind

I hope we'll all be ready
(You've been left behind)
I hope we'll all be ready
(You've been left behind)
I hope we'll all be ready
(You've been left behind)

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I Wasn'T Ready - Lyrics - Naked - Marques Houston

Title: I Wasn'T Ready
Album: Naked
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Pierre Medor, Richard Butler, Dwayne Nesmith

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Lyric:
Corner Boys
I wasn't ready
I wasn't ready
I wasn't ready
I wasn't ready

When you talked about our future
You would nod your head and smile
But I didn't understand it, I was living in denial
I couldn't see the picture, didn't wanna see it clearer
'Cause I was so young
And now that I can't get ya, wanted to be wit' ya
What have I become?

If this is a game then I've been playing 'cause
I never gave you my all when I had your trust
But I put this on everything that I love
One more chance and we can make up
I wish it could have worked back then
But the truth is I wasn't ready

Mamma told me 'bout excuses
She'd say, "They're no use to say"
What you would have done but didn't
I had to learn the hard way
Now that it's over, I wanted to just hold you
But I know I can't
I'm tryna be a soldier, I wanna do it over
Give me one more chance, I wasn't ready

If this is a game then I've been playing 'cause
I never gave you my all when I had your trust
But I put this on everything that I love
One more chance and we can make up
I wish it could have worked back then
But the truth is I wasn't ready

Can I get a redo, baby?
'Cause you know I need you, baby
And now I'm ready for your love, your love

I just wanna see you, baby
Just wanna smell and breathe you, baby
'Cause I hate what we've become
I wasn't ready for love

I waited, I contemplated and then I did it
It was room for relationship, but pretty had to hit it
We like hand and glove, head to a yankee fitted
Game is obsolete, it's all how you spit it
Better yet listen 'cause karma's a true avenger
Sort of like a Ninja or a king in all his splendor
Remember, love can be as cold as December
Unless it's in its truest form, I could never injure

Your heart, break you or make you see my vision
'Cause I know eventually you'll see my vision
By the way I'm livin' and it's a given
I'm giving you my heart, I'm giving you my soul
I'm giving you my gold

I'm sorry for the dirt that I did
Sneaking broads in and out the crib
The double life that I lived
They say a fool sells dreams
But a man makes dreams come true
Mami, I changed all for the love of you
I wasn't ready back then though

If this is a game then I've been playing 'cause
I never gave you my all when I had your trust
But I put this on everything that I love
One more chance and we can make up
I wish it could have worked back then
But the truth is I wasn't ready

If this is a game then I've been playing 'cause
I never gave you my all when I had your trust
But I put this on everything that I love
One more chance and we can make up
I wish it could have worked back then
But the truth is I wasn't ready

I wasn't ready
Corner Boys
I wasn't ready
I wasn't ready
I wasn't ready

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Home - Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Home
Album: Thug World Order
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Phil Collins

Lyric:
I been stuck in the struggle and I been wonderin' if I'm ever gon' bubble
I'm gettin' caught up in a tussle instead of usin' my muscle
When everytime I extend my heart to my mother
Caught up in the game now I'm back up in the hustle

Sometimes I sit and I wonder if a nigga pull my number
If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam' in this world
Where nobody don't give a damn but I'm still a man
Got us all programmed

I'ma pump my fist, I'm stayin' ready for this
And you can put this on wish, I never seen the abyss
And when I needed a ride, you wouldn't give me a lift
And now I'm poppin' my Cris, you niggas all on my dick

I wanna change the world, you wanna change ya life
I wouldn't put up a fight if I knew it was trite
They say everything happin' for a reason
Can you tell me why these niggas bleedin'?

Needin' general assistance, out here needin' public housing
Out here tryna make ends meet, tryna get on their feet
But see your brain is so cloudy

And I know what you don't know, you better get on your mission
And get down for your dough, see the real niggas ready out here
Taken control, see I'm screamin' out Mo' with my pockets on swoll

Please Mr. Postman, quit bringin' these bills to my house
Quit bringin' this stress to my spouse
'Cause I'm ready for the kill on look out, look out

If you niggas try to run up on the Bone
I'ma show you like this, I'ma pull out my chrome
I don't wanna have to send a nigga home
Lord, please take me home, come and take me home

Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember
Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember

Home, home, home, home, home
Home, home, home, home, home
Please take me home

When I'm lookin' at my money now
Thinkin' back to when I was livin' foul
I was runnin' wild, surviving 'cause I'm nine to five
And even puttin' overtime if I had to grind

I was stayin' up, slangin' dubs, hangin' up on the block
Duckin' and dodgin' the cops clocked on the night shift
Didn't think I'd ever make it out, out, out of the ghetto

But we finally made it, stay dedicated to the music we made, yeah
Now it's on Bone Thug, leave alone, came back the next year
Number 1 platinum song it blew up from the door

And what do you know? Eazy, rest his soul
Left us in the mess, I don't regret it but we better get up
And get it, go, everythang's gon' wrong, especially Bone

It never been right, I knew it woulda been on
We woulda been tight
We would of been in the zone ridin' so high
Up in the game five, thugs, lye

See we used to love makin' music
We was always in the studio, groovin'
We kept it movin', we was ready to do it right
But you know I'm goin' through it
And ain't feelin' this rap thing right now

They got me trippin' ready to flip
They got me trippin' ready to come get my chips
They got me trippin' loadin' the clips
They trippin', Lord, I feel like I'm losin' it right now
Right now, now, now

So take, take me home 'cause I don't remember
Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember

I'll never give in, I'll never give up, I'll let 'em live in, they sinnin'
They pretend to be tough, pretend to be blessed
They want money and women, it's never enough
They in a rush hope nobody knows just too much

You better be good, you know up in the hood it's so
We give 'em the dough, fired out, laughin' up
When niggas died, niggas brought around nasty junk
And to the grave, I been one of the brave

Not one of the slaves, one of the paid
And I'll be one of the same, stay hatin' the fake
On the television runnin' 'round
Tellin' niggas be ready for hate

Guard Leathafce and the grin right up under my face
I steady debate the pain that I bring with hate
Sweet as the cake, I take another puff and shake
The smell of right it's all about guarding, guard the weak

Lost mommy, poppy left home, I miss Wish' Uncle Charlie
Sit list in the back tellin' his selection, his date is probably
Probably my mommy, song, cryin' for the life of you gone
Just me and my destiny, let's roll, let's roll

Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember
Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember

When I lost my Uncle Charle a part of me went wrong
And it happened when the Bone was comin' up so strong
We just wanted him to see what we do
You motivated us at the shows we see too

And I really hope you live through what we spit on the song
You might have through somethin' hopin' nothin' like Bone
Like one said we'll never make it, like two, thirty mil in they faces

And I really thought it was over put us on and you left
Crossed over, back to the hood we souljahs
The music nigga make it back, scandalous
But faith kicked in and the world shows and we winnin' now

Gotta keep it comin' fool in my baby's mouth
And things have changed like relationships
Ain't did nothin', now you wanna flip

Suin' people thangs you would've never made on your own
Now I wanna stay, watch thug niggas leave the hood
Bye, think I'm home
Stick in the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone

You can really help a busta if it ain't meant to be
Wit a little ooh wee, wit a little ooh wee
I'm tired of tryin' to help these thugs
Lord, just guide em' home, guide 'em home

So take, take me home 'cause I don't remember
Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember
Oh, Lord, take, take me home 'cause I don't remember
Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember

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From Scratch - Lyrics - Mase

Title: From Scratch
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): A Burns, Mario Winans, Mason Betha, Chauncey Hawkins, Jamal Barrow, Mysonn

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Lyric:
Yo, just think if you could rewind time
And start your life all over again
What would you give and what would you keep?
You heard me, what would you keep?

Yo, yo, if I could go back, I wouldn'ta sold no crack
Wouldn'ta never put my hands around no gat
But you know Loon, bein' all hard-headed
And don't listen, even if God said it

I didn't have to stick with folks that sniff no coke
I didn't have to fix the block when shit was broke
Same cats I helped was twistin' smoke
Now imagine if I went to school, went to class

'Stead of bein' a young cat sent to blast
Sent to slash criminal's necks in half
For playin' dumb when I come to collect my cash
And 'cuz of that cats will respect my past, I ain't playin'

If I start from scratch I'd sign with Def Jam
Nah, fuck am I saying? Puff's the best man
Plus I'mma Bad Boy, I'm more like a bad man
Put mo' nigga's in pits than Brad, man

Can't dodge bullets? Too bad, man
Shit, I'd a copped the five instead of the six
That way wouldn't of crashed and killed my cousin
Keep quiet instead of having the industry buzzin'

Do a devil's advocate style, don't let 'em see you comin'
Use the revolver when bustin' and sluggin', that way no evidence
But fuck it, got money to be tried, worse come to worse
Who God bless, no man curse, hatin' niggas, lay in the dirt

Yo, if you could start your life from scratch
Rewind time and still go back
What would you change in the way that you live today
And what would you leave right where it's at?

If you could start your life from scratch
Rewind time and still go back
What would you change in the way that you live today
And what would you leave right where it's at?
Come on, come on

Yo, if I could start life from scratch, I wouldn't change shit
Same gun, same clip, same dumb bitch
All Out, Harlem World, same old clique
Same old studio, same old shit

Shit don't change just because a cop took six to the brain
Meeno got a lawyer, man, I'm hip to the game
You could find a gun, but if my prints ain't on that thing
What is you sayin'?

And on the same block that I get my glocks from
You see the same cop that get popped with the shot gun
And at the same bodega I got my tops from
I give the same old money to the same cop's bum

If I could start from scratch, I'd bring daddy back
And put five in the first cat that show mami crack
I sit back and listen to them drunks on the block
Tryin' to school me with jewels, tellin' me who to watch

I killed five people, I'd let survive
And the five I took away, I'd a left alive
If I could do all it again I'd bring Virg' back
Or I switch places with him, I hope you heard that

I would have preferred that, I ain't have to starve
Pitch crack, have to rob and catch a charge
And I'd do it all again if I had to
Pitch no-win to win, and I'd be glad to

And I'd hit every target I took aim at
But I'd still be a problem, you can't change that
I'm a problem

Yo, if you could start your life from scratch
Rewind time and still go back
What would you change in the way that you live today
And what would you leave right where it's at?

If you could start your life from scratch
Rewind time and still go back
What would you change in the way that you live today
And what would you leave right where it's at?
Come on, come on

Yo, 'cuz half the cats that flip, we all was cool
And half the chicks I hit, they teased me in school
I got a baby by a lady I don't even love a lot
Wish I wore three rubbers 'case the first rubber popped

But you can't cry now, milk already spilt
I had eleven friends and ten already killed
Went down south and I ain't feel the guilt
And I ain't ready to war but that ain't the way built

And for all the nights and all the fights
That I had for all this money over all these dice
All my cars and homes and all my ice
If I could do it all again, I'd do it all for Christ

Whoever thought the limelight or the super-stardom
Whoever thought there'd be a problem comin' through Harlem
Can't even chill, cats wanna make me a villain
Cats that I grew up with I gotta contemplate killin'

Nobody love me, I'm my own mister and on my own, mister
Mama did what she could but now I'm grown, mister
Though she told me once, wish she'd told me then
Though I'm the youngest, I'mma grow to be the oldest man

And cats thinkin' they gon' win 'cuz they veterans
Ain't about age at this stage, man with the most cheddar win
How you live right? Every day get in bigger sin
How you say no at the door screamin', "Let me in??

From the outside it's lookin' gooder than it ever been
But tell the truth, when I was broke it was better then
All Out, 33rd street

Yo, if you could start your life from scratch
Rewind time and still go back
What would you change in the way that you live today
And what would you leave right where it's at?

If you could start your life from scratch
Rewind time and still go back
What would you change in the way that you live today
And what would you leave right where it's at?
Come on, come on

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Become What You Believe - Lyrics - Last Tuesday

Title: Become What You Believe
Artist: Last Tuesday
Composer(s): Steve Gee

Lyric:
This van, our van is getting way too small
I can?t find a good place in here to fall
Help me, help you, answer the call
Stay true to why we started it all

This is the part of me I wish you could not see
This is the hardest part of life on the big screen
I?m not, we're not who you want us to be
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop looking at me

Tonight I wish I was alone, highway 76
I'd feel better about myself not watching over you
This is the life I choose, don't let me off on an excuse
You follow me, I'll follow you

I can?t believe, can?t believe how long it?s been
Since we sold everything and left our friends
Do you know, do you know
I would never change anything?

For all the promises we didn't keep
For all the finish lines we didn't reach
Somehow, someway I know we'll make it
Become what we believe

Tonight I wish I was alone, highway 76
I'd feel better about myself not watching over you
This is the life I choose

Who's to say it's not the end
Our final record, final breath
With one last day is that all you would say?

I?m so afraid of living
When I?m unaware and unprepared
There?s so much left to say

But when we stand before the Son of Man
Will we hang our heads, will He understand?
When it's all been said and done, was our race well run?

Tonight I wish I was with you
Tonight I'm headed home
Ready for another day, to become what I believe
This is the life I choose

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Kwon - Hood Hop - Lyrics - Hood Hop - J

Title: Kwon - Hood Hop
Album: Hood Hop
Artist: J
Composer(s): Mark Williams, Jerrell C Jones, Joe Kent

Lyric:
Ay world, this Street's 101
I'm fin ta give u half a pound of J-Kwon
And a quarter bird of Track Boy Music

Hey hey hey

Now all my life, dirty, I been livin', dirty
And I'ma keep it, dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? So where ya at, dirty?
Where dey at, dirty? Where dey at, dirty?

This the new improved hoop hop
I make every muthafukka in this bitch, do the whop
Dirty run his mouth til the album drop, why's that?
Track Boy beats like a freak, work a king on the block
I'm 17, name ain't the same on the block
And beat and knock the nigger out his frame on the block
And he'll come through and let it rain on the block
And all they got to say is it's a shame on the block

I'm hot homeboy, don't ever get it twisted
Numbers unlisted, stayed in third district, for real
I'm ready to get naughty, best of both worlds, so hey shawty
Show me the party and I'll show you the coke
I can show you my dick, you can show me your throat
If a nigga trip trip, then we can show him the 4
If a niggas run up to you, we'll show him some mo'

Now all my life, dirty, I been livin', dirty
And I'ma keep it, dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? So where ya at, dirty?
Where dey at, dirty? Where dey at, dirty?

Now all my life, dirty, I been livin', dirty
And I'ma keep it, dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? So where ya at, dirty?
Where dey at, dirty? Where dey at, dirty?

Now I wish a nigga would run up like that
Man, I put that on the hood, I'ma strike back
And niggas talk shit but I don't like that
Sayin' I don't like G but I ain't write that
And baby mamma's mad, they ain't about shit
Basically what I'm sayin' dude, fuck a bitch
And if I had two I'd touch a bitch
In the same breath, turn around and touch her clit

And nigga if I said it, I fuckin' meant it
And nigga if it's rented I ain't fuckin' in it
Track boys give me money so I fuckin' spend it
Ya'll roll spreewells but not the authentics
And fuck your fuckin' 4 and your roof clown
I got shit that'll turn your fuckin' coupe round
You ain't heard I'm the truth now
Matter fact, hook gon' break it down, break it down

Now all my life, dirty, I been livin', dirty
And I'ma keep it, dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? So where ya at, dirty?
Where dey at, dirty? Where dey at, dirty?

Now all my life, dirty, I been livin', dirty
And I'ma keep it, dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? So where ya at, dirty?
Where dey at, dirty? Where dey at, dirty?

Dawg, it's a mystery, how we drop one single
Left the game now the whole world miss me
Freak, this bitch like home girl Missy
Like I'm sellin' liquor, got the whole world tipsy
Sick and tired of old G's tryin' to gip me
So I put a lump in this shit like a hicky
All I say is to them dudes, "Come get me"
Watch 'em catch a crude desire like a gypsy

Funny, how I can't loc in public, smoke in public
Girl, even joke in public
Got dough, so that's why I'm sober in public
Cops hit the door, I start actin' sober in public
I had a set, they acitin' like I had a brick or more
So you got snitched on by the carni-whore
Show off or show ass what these guns are for
Or let the priest show her mom what these nuns are for

Now all my life, dirty, I been livin', dirty
And I'ma keep it, dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? So where ya at, dirty?
Where dey at, dirty? Where dey at, dirty?

Now all my life, dirty, I been livin', dirty
And I'ma keep it, dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? So where ya at, dirty?
Where dey at, dirty? Where dey at, dirty?

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Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - Lyrics - Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - Kid Rock

Title: Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Album: Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie, Martin Gross

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Lyric:
This is the true story about Mackin

Check it, times are changin'
Talk about it, more so each year
But the early mornin', stoned pimp is here, yeah
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock

And if ya hear me yawn, just drop that top
Come on, girl, hey, hey, hey
Well, well, well, well, hey, hey, hey
Well well well well, well, come on, girl, yeah

And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test
Possess, never fess, take a guess, I be the early mornin'
Stoned pimp, straight limpin', Boone's farm drinkin'
At the party big booty pinchin', chillin', like a villain, balloon fillin'

Whack MC killin', the fine hoe drillin' with the million dollar talent
And the ten cent brain, been gone too long, too much cocaine
But now that I'm back, on the block, I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night, my game's tight, I wish you might

Take a bite, out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest, who'll be the largest, hardest, smartest
Label in town, top dog get down, uhh, radio won't play me
But still I got the kids around the world goin' Kid Rock crazyin'

Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin'
With the boom, boom, boom biatch, I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO, Kid Rock I ain't s no bitch
Ahh, yes you are hoe, so quit frontin' like y'all don't know

When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino
What's up? so get a good look bro, get a good gander
I'm made in Detroit, but my name ain't Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus, while you're lookin' really gay

Like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus, I'm the highest MC of all time
Got my mind on the D and the D on my mind
And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see
Hit me twice with the tussin' and the morphine IV

I be, what they call an OG bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' early mornin' stoned pimp
Say what?

One time for you
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green, cut it with the high roll gloss
A Lincoln Continental and a grand Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's biatch

The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses, and I don't be givin' a fuck
Who da hell can rap better than me, 'cause I'm a true
Fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H I J K L M N O P

Is for pimpin', early mornin' stoned pimpin'
I been down, been around
From the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock

So ahh, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahh, biatch, shit
I'm the early mornin' stoned pimp

Hey, hey, hey come on yo
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air, let's rock y'all
Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

I'm Joe C bitch, let me get them damn tits
I might be a little small hoe but I ain't no goddamn midget
So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine
I'm vertically challenged, you're vertically blind

I'm three foot nine, it's ten foot long
I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong
I can flow on like all night long
Till the break of dawn, till the early morn

I'm a thorn in your side, can you feel me stickin'
Eighty pills a day bitch, I ain't bullshittin'
So groove baby, groove baby call your momma
I'm like Charlie hooker girl

I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama, what?
With the boogie drama, yeah
With the boogie drama, ohh, yeah

Ridin' around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama, yeah
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine

Playin' the radio, ya look so fine
With the boogie drama, yeah
Well, well, well ohh, baby
Let's get funky, that's my job

Punchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty four, times twelve
Day in and day out
Well, with the boogie drama
With the boogie drama

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Freak - Lyrics - Ahmad

Title: Freak
Artist: Ahmad
Composer(s): Ahmad A Lewis, Brian C Walls

Lyric:
And then he cut it off
Hahaha, ay, who next? Who next?
Ay, ay, Jamal, come up
Somebody else, ay, who next man?

Calvin, you next?
(Nah, nah)
Midget? Rascal?
(No, no no)
It's mine? On mine? I'm gon' tell a story, man
Aight aight, it's like this

Well, it was half past eleven o'clock, ready to rock
I'd been searchin' for a spot all week, where they be doin' the freak
But no one knew I didn't panic, remained calm
Thought, "Why not just go out on a mission, like James Bond?"

Double-oh-seven, since I'm the great, I'll be double-oh-eight
So I went into the closet and got my gear straight
Jumped in the car, drove for an hour, with no luck
Started havin' doubts and that's about when trouble came up

Twelve thirty at night, I'm at a street light and hot
Restin' my head back
(Boom)
I heard a shot fired through my back window
Broke the glass then hit dash metal
No time to look both ways, I hit the gas pedal

Now my mission is real like Special Ed
Gettin' shot at with a shotty and I wish I had a jet to hit
Maximum thrust 'fore they bust one and hit me
Square in the back can't understand I was the wrong, man

That they were after, I wish they'd see the light, no joke
But in the meantime, I broke and hit a quick right
Dipped to an alley, turned off my lights and ducked
And I guess none of 'em saw me, they kept goin' up Crenshaw, good

Opened my eyes for surprising more to see the alley
I was in lead to the party I'd been lookin' for
All out of breath and could hardly speak
But soon as I walked in the door, honey asked me if I wanted to freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

Well, I'm back on the move, yeah, back on the mission
Gettin' jocked and shit 'cause my pocket's thick
I guess they heard I had a record deal
And I'd expect that would change their views, do's and don'ts

Into they won't diss and now my mission gets a little bigger
I'm lookin' for a freak with soul that's not a gold digger
Yup, I want somebody
And by bein' in the bright spotlight, you learn a lot like

If you got ends, well, then you got friends
If you got dough, well, then you got hoes
And that's how all of that go, but
I'ma still have to give it a try

I saw a girl with no guys, sittin' in back and I went over to chat
Well, we talked and laughed about a half hour then
There was a sudden blur, when I saw her
The finest girl I'd ever seen, her name was Tina

Dressed all in red then my mouth said
"Sorry, I don't mean to be a dog or a mutt
I'm just a big Cool J fan and, Tina got a big ol' butt
So I'm leavin', love," then I went over to Tina to speak
And I asked her if she wanted to freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

Dig it now, she wanna freak, well, here's my number, beep it
Might even lick the cat but if I do I get to keep it
That's what I told Tina then I jetted, I said it
Just to make sure we got in bed, it's all in the mix

To the Motel 6, because I figure
If bags was bait she bit 'em hook line and sinker
I'm out now, until next week, mission complete
Ahmad, the great double-oh-eight nigga role doin' the freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

She did the freak

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You Was Wrong - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: You Was Wrong
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): M Gomez, M Smalls, Remy Smith, C Rios

Lyric:
What?
T-S nigga
Y'all don't know?

Ai yo its on, I see how niggas didn't learn
You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn
Its on me and pun ain't from the Bronx
You's wrong, nigga we can get it on

Ai yo, guns we toss 'em, and bodies we auction
To his family we tell 'em he owed us a fortune
Gimme forty thou, you can have yo' child, you don't know
What I had to go through to clap this clown, check my background

The last nigga to see you bleed, the last nigga to see you breath
The last nigga you wish you shoulda believed
And drag, move quick, blend right into a wall like a brick
The only thing you see before I blow off ya shit is my wrist

'Cuz my hand the gun is covered in
Not this range, when I pump this pistol, it's very rare I miss it
Damn it on ya lips
Y'all keep talkin' like y'all teflon with no weap-ons

Nigga, I'm pumpin' my four, I ain't throwin' no more
Nowadays niggas run upstairs, open they drawer
My circumstance, you ain't got that chance

Mines in my draw, you get it
Thats means y'all walks for two dicks, so don't be stupid
And make me use one unless you, that bitch

Ai yo its one, you thought I was wack
You was wrong, album double plat
Yo its on, stop talkin' shit
You was wrong, get off my dick

How dare you doubt on the [Incomprehensible]?
Big Pun the undoubtable, the only rapper that'll pull out a gun
And slap the shit outta you, you can't tell me nothin'

I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly button
I'm too violent for this rap shit
I should be out somewhere killin' somethin'

Too quick to blast, some niggas talk shit and dash
But I really will kick your ass
Juggernaut, I don't care if you a thug or not
I'll get Jamaican on ya ass, boy, with the bambaclad

On your mark get ready, run, I'm sparkin' everyone
The one get locked stand back and watch where you from
How dare you come and try to shit where I eat, fuck you nigga, literally
Dick in your cheeks, you bitch in the street

But I'm still gon' hit cha'll niggas
Because up north you be tossin' salads with maple syrup
I know you hate to hear it, but everybody know this one
Why you always gotta be right, nigga, why can't you ever be wrong?

Now its on from the Bronx where it's at
You was wrong, me and Pun brought it back
Now its on, stay on with the gat
You was wrong, its the Don, Joey Crack

Who the fuck want beef with Joe Crack
Make your body fold back
Lift his soul with the chrome mack
I don't chat on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped

You heard there's money on the block we control that
I got the work in the pot where that stove at
Cook it up 'til it's wack, get my dough back
You niggas so wack, tryin'a compete

I blind you with heat, I'm the reason crime on the street
I die for my peeps, keep an open eye when I sleep
Let you slide when I coulda put five in your jeep
Who's liver than me? I ain't know you really want it

I'm like Christ, niggas beg for they life when they see me comin'
Ain't nodoby gonna stop my shine, you out'cho mind
Don't make me have to cock my nine, pop ya spine
Neva did believe in the Don's
Since '92 I've been proving that y'all niggas was wrong

Ai yo, its on, though I'd stay on the block
You was wrong, now Remi on the rock
So its on, thought I wasn't gonna drop
You was wrong, I was right all along

I told these niggas, that I was the sickest bitch
And everytime you spit, I'ma spit some sicker shit
Ridiculous, I reminisce when I blaze the track
Tight shit, make a nigga wanna play ya back

I'm hatin' that, but I'ma make 'em all believers
Fuck hot, I'ma come and straight drop a fever
Cop a heater, turn around and pop your leader
And for the followers, I'ma leave their heads hollower

Make your wig twisted as if I was Oliver
Layin' in a hospital, hooked up the monitors
Thats for the game, y'all lames just came to first
'Cuz I ain't neva heard a bitch straight flame a verse

I blame the church, how God let you lie like that
Who scribed you for, 'cuz you ain't neva rhymed like that
How the fuck you gon' tell me that chick is tight
She ain't aight 'cuz she don't write, you wrong

Baby

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Be There - Lyrics - Silkk The Shocker

Title: Be There
Artist: Silkk The Shocker
Composer(s): Vyshon Miller, Gary Kemp

Lyric:
'Sup ma, I-I know I ain't really been there for you
And shit like I was supposed to be
But, I'm ready to make that change
You know I was like runnin' tha streets

For my niggaz and shit not makin' no time for you
You the only one who really had a nigga back
But, uh, huh
(I always, I love you)
Yeah, I know you do

I know you care for me, I know you really do care for me
'Cuz through thick and thin, you always was there for me
I know you care for me, I know you care for me
Through thick and thin, you always was there for me
(Baby, I can't wait to spend my life with you)

I know sometimes you get sick of me sayin', "Sorry"
But this time I really mean it, maybe I took it too far
I know, some things I did was cold
When you called, my boys called, I just put you on hold

And my fault, I thought I'd just tell you that
I know I'm wrong, I've put you through hell and back
But look, I'm back from hell tryin' to take you to heaven
I know I fucked up in tha past, I'm tryin' to make shit better

And, you never stressed when I went out
You just stood through the hard times
And just blessed me when I went out
You leavin' me, wasn't part of my plan
I don't want you leavin', but if you decided to, I'd understand

'Cuz you was there through tha rain and tha sunny days
Stood by me when most chicks would run away
That's why you get respect when you're around my crew
One day I'ma change, I just hope that you're around when I do
(Yes)

Baby, I love you, baby, I want you, baby, I need you
To be there for me
Baby, I love you, baby, I want you
Baby, I can't wait to spend my life with you

I need a chick if I get locked up, she'd come visit
If I ain't got a ride, then she'd come get me
I need a chick who'd hold me down if I gotta do a year flat
Her girls tell her, "Move on", but she ain't tryin' to hear that

She with me just for me
Not that I could have her seein' jewels like she worked at Tiffany's
Not that I could get her everything she wish she had
Spend nights on tha yacht, spend days on Fifth Ave.

Or that I could turn her winter's into summer
Show her accounts that look like telephone numbers
'Cuz, if you tha one, they gon' know you tha one
It's really nothing we ain't gonna be able to do for fun

Beverly Hillbillies, country like tha Clampett's
Put you in a neighborhood, tha south version of tha Hampton's
Um, some are about this, no doubt it's strange
And what's your last name
It's not mine that's why we change it, I got you

Baby, I love you, baby, I want you, baby, I need you
To be there for me
Baby, I love you, baby, I want you, baby, I need you
To be there for me

Sometimes she like to fight and she likes to fuss
'Cuz she likes what happens after we make up
Shit, she wake up to a kiss
And if I get her real mad, she wake up to a gift

And, she don't do much, sometimes she might pout
At tha most she'll slam a couple of doors in tha house
But then it's back to whatever
That's tha way to get attention
Not to mention make tha love much better

And, she's secure so when I look
And tha only time we go out to eat is after I cook
'Cuz sometimes she be buggin'
Hard for her to trust me
'Cuz she heard about all tha days I was thuggin'

But now she know that it ain't nothin' but gossip
You know they jealous, you could tell how they watch us
And ma, all they tryin' to do is stop us
But you ain't gotta trip no more, if you need me, I got ya

Baby, I love you, baby, I want you, baby, I need you
To be there for me
Baby, I love you, baby, I want you
Baby, I can't wait to spend my life with you
Baby, I can't wait to spend my life with you

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Damn (Should'Ve Treated U Right) - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: Damn (Should'Ve Treated U Right)
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Freddie D Iii Jerkins, Jeffrey B Atkins, Rodney Roy Jerkins, Lysette Titi, Lashawn Ameen Daniels

Lyric:
Darkchild, 9-9
(They ain't ready for this)
Ja Rule
Uh, Darkchild

Yeah, yeah, yeah, damn
I couldn't think about the next man bangin' you
Hittin' it, empowerin' you the I used to
You make me holla, your cat top dollar
Purr when wet, worth puttin' diamonds on your collar

We down, hittin' switches like a 6-4
Follow me and you against the world, baby girl
(Oh, oh, oh)
But you broken, now she got your side of the bed
Your 6 with wide-screen TVs, in the head

You like the livin? dead ?cuz you won't be back
The cat you thought was on throwin' you off-track
(Oh, oh, oh)
Can't do that, love's like a tug-a-war match
You can't win, you fall in, get too attached

You wanna be where I'm at, feelin' me without climax
Nails diggin' in my back, head board outta wack
What you love about Ja is what caught your eye
Painful lies and sweet goodbyes, baby, why?

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

I fell in love with you, see, like they do in movies
You were the generous type, you brought me things I didn't need
Promised to take care of me but then I pushed you to leave, yeah, yeah
Money don't make the man, I understand, since I let you go
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

But I could've had damn near everything, yeah, yeah
You see I should've changed my plans
Let you be my man just for your doe
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
And never ever have to explain

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

It's wrong for me to think this but I could have handled it
Me playin' you for a fool, frontin', so romantic
Just to get my wishes granted, I should've did what I had to do, oh
Now when I think it through, I could've been to you a real good girl
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

It didn't mean that this is your world, yeah, yeah, yeah
To satisfy all my needs I could've pleased you a little bit more
(Oh oh oh oh)
Should've been, could've been, would've been
But these thoughts I just ignored, oh

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

You don't even wanna talk to me, you don't wanna be with me anymore
You don't even wanna call at all, but you come around tryin' to hit me off
You don't wanna go out with me, I can't stand to see you outta line
But it's really killin? me, you're not feelin? me, I wish you were mine but

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside

Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside
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If You Could See Into My Soul - Lyrics - Arrivals and Departures - Silverstein

Title: If You Could See Into My Soul
Album: Arrivals and Departures
Artist: Silverstein
Composer(s): Neil Boshart, Josh Bradford, Bill Hamilton, Paul Koehler, Shane Told

Lyric:
1, 2, 3, 4

I hear you choking on your words again
The secret's in your throat
And I really wish you'd say
What you're thinking

We've been down this road
So many times before
My stomach cannot take it

I've been killing time
You've been crossing lines
You say

Get ready, get ready, get ready for this
I'm taking out my dagger
Just say it, just say it, just say it for me
I'm holding it up to your throat

Are you ready, are you ready, are you ready for this?
You don't wanna hear it
Just say it, just say it, just say it again
It will tear your soul apart again

I'm leaving you out in the cold again
I'll let you freeze to death
I won't let you see the flames
Just the chimney

Where there's smoke there's fire
But I'm such a good liar
You can't read the signals

And my lips are sealed
Saying words that deal
Your shame

Get ready, get ready, get ready for this
I'm taking out my dagger
Just say it, just say it, just say it for me
I'm holding it up to your throat

Are you ready, are you ready, are you ready for this?
You don't wanna hear it
Just say it, just say it, just say it again
It will tear your soul apart

Stick to your guns
You've been betting it all on a long shot
Sixteen ways
You gotta call a spade a spade

There is no ace up your sleeve
How can you believe you will win?

Get ready, get ready, get ready for this
I'm taking out my dagger
Just say it, just say it, just say it for me
I'm holding it up to your throat

Are you ready, are you ready, are you ready for this?
You don't wanna hear it
Just say it, just say it, just say it again
It will tear your soul apart again

It will tear your soul apart
I will tear your soul apart
It will tear your soul apart
Tear your soul apart again

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Won On Won - Lyrics - Cocoa Brovaz

Title: Won On Won
Artist: Cocoa Brovaz
Composer(s): Tekomin Williams, Carlton Ridenhour, Hank Shocklee, Darryl (Jr) Yates, D Matthews

Lyric:
Smokin? lah, me got flav
Smoky Gunz, Cocoa B's

Who wanna look like, wanna act like us?
Wanna be like, roll the trees like us
Wanna talk like, wanna walk like us
Wanna flip like get ripped like us

Wanna act like know you're black like us
Wanna flip like kick shit like us
Wanna bust like you ain't rough like us
Tek and Steele, won on won, Smoky Guns, what?

Ding, that's the sound of the bell
Oh shit is all you heard before you fell
To the canvas, all washed up like my dirty drawers
And pants get, try to challenge, get damaged

Plain and simple with bandages around your temple
Easily erased out the picture like pencil
Peeped me once, saw me again, got your pistol
I put permanent fear in your heart like a dimple

Son, hold my A V, let me rock this nobody
Comin' out the closet tryin' to stop my money
Actin' like you're sweet 'cause he ain't see me in the streets
Spit that blood out and get back up on your feet

You called me, I was there on some candyman shit
Wear that ass out in front your kids and your bitch
Hurt you to the boards, put the ten to your jaw
Walk away, parley in front of Ahmed's store

We don't give a what about you, tell them niggaz who sent you
Let 'em come, have 'em all open wide like dentals
Heard they work for cheap, think I might rent you
If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to

Nigga, I'd wish you'd talk about runnin' for guns
Get your Bankhead bounce like insufficient funds
Left ass out a home beggin' like bums
Cut off, swept off the floor like crumbs

I'm from N Y C I T Y, stay high
Lazy eye, ghetto celeb, rap guy from Bed-Stuy
Splash in two lines, me no long rhymes
Losin' your attention, takin' up your time

I gets mine and breathe, ?bout it ?bout it like P
Too many wannabe me
Wanna flow blow hold dough like Smoky Lah
Fly across seas, blow shows for BCC

But you can't be, you heard me, you soft like porridge
You ain't gettin' money and you have no courage
Introducin', the one who gets you bugged like a loosie
Same height, same weight, same fight skills like Bruce Lee

Try me, ready for those who wanna harm me
Don't toy with me, you wanna be all you can be, join the army
I swarm like bees, plus sting too, bring grooves
I blow 'em out like hankies, nab you like cops do

For the longest I've been waitin' to take it to these Jafaicans
Corner eye ballin' on the moves that we was makin'
Thinkin' that we lost it 'cause our line was closed
Can't stop a hungry nigga with nothin' to live, foe

I'ma see that dough, many hustlers I know
Three car long shark, white chalk and cee-lo
Yo, I think I'll take this time to remind you
Not to sit by the line, test mine, crime stoppers won't find you

Before we come kickin' your door to the floor
Throw you to the wall, makin' you our prisoner of war
Cut you too short to take walks with Tattoo
Attack you from your front, open you back with my scalpel
Snatch two, niggaz from the crew if they got
Anythin' to do with motherfuckers comin' back to avenge you

I intend to get down for my temple, keep a strong mental
When dealin' with evils that men do
Them who fail to comprehend
I recommend you remember you're dealin' with men

Who'll send you off in a coffin
'Cause far too often niggaz are gettin' lost and it's costin'
Body parts from anybody that starts
We play the hackers takin' rappers apart

Dissect 'em from they rectum to they necks
Double check them make sure shit's correct then direct them
To the section, where the session's in progression
Where you come to get blessed by Smif-N-Wessun

Won on won
Won on won

Wanna act like us
Wanna talk like, wanna look like us
Wanna walk like, wanna bust like
Wanna flip like, wanna rep like us

Wanna get clip, wanna kick like us
Wanna get shit, hit just like us
Wanna smoke lah, smoke the black like us
You can?t fuck with us

Won on won
Won on won

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Thought Process - Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

Title: Thought Process
Album: Soul Food
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Andre Benjamin, Thomas Decarlo Burton, Willie Edward Knighton, Patrick Leroy Brown, Cameron F Gipp, Raymon Ameer Murray, Rico Renard Wade, Robert Terrance Barnett

Lyric:
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas
From da down underground are hangin' around the A-Town
Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5
Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive
Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do
Nobody from my crew will I forget
And if I start to get large and come up on some change
I won't change, everybody know they down

It's not the same, everyday life can be different
These laws got me ready to ball
'Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows
To make 'em meet, each and every day as I comb my city streets
Sometimes I wish I never had been apart of this mess
'Cause the system got us fucked up

It put us to the test, women and men if you black you in
Food for the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter
Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose
We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes
We're trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go
So how you feel?

Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I don't know myself I be too numb
To feel something sometimes, so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee
Let my mind fly free into the wilderness so I can get this shit
Off my mind, that's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes
It keeps me from snappin', keeps me calm, keeps my mind open
Keeps me firm of what I gots to do off in the studio
To get my old burd back on her feet

And my little bro' in Statesboro and my little cuz Mark Twain, all my
Folks that hang with me when I was out in the trap or when I was goin'
Through one of our episodes, only God knows, what I go through
So I get down on my knees, sometimes I come home
Too high to pray, but I get on my bed lay on my back and meditate
Anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls, it's like cell therapy
I got nothing to do but write about my L I F E, put it down on paper
So what you feel?

I live for today, mother fuck another hour, it might be sour
Never know my day, so I'm prayin' in the shower
Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad
I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest, God bless my neighborhood
It's people killin' in da street to eat surviving the day
Is the only goat that I set just to make it home, I'm not alone
Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong

My head felt swoll, mist couldn't see past my mouth
What route did you take man caught me by that loops of my pants
Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by
No questions I said nothing lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin'
Tha law naw, man Gipp show him my shit close my mouth then I dip
See to me G is a person who understand tha plan
Can't make no moves when you in tha hands of tha man
They got some new suites down Peachtree

Left wing for tha Feds, right wing for tha hard heads
Makin' more deals than Buddy Folks made with Harts field
Somebody don't want my face in tha place, for 96 shits slick
Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest
Under the order of who? Guess who ain't non-iller than miller
Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past
'Cause ain't no future wanna milliamp your case
Disgrace your face, make it seem to be safe ain't no place to run

Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gonna eat
'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street
Shit, you might see a nigga on TV but hell it's almost like
I'm rappin' for free that little money be gone, got dammit, I'm grown
Gotta help keep the heat and lights on
It would be nice to have mo' but I kinda like being po'
At least I know what my friends here fo'

I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I can't
I wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain't
It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they gon' make it or not
That's why we got nigga's killing, feelin like they coming up
Off a little dope they sold you can get some gold
But we won't make it as a whole 'cause without you there'd be no me
And without no unity there will never be any happiness
You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress
God bless my thought process

The thought process
Now, now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm
That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done
Sent me through a lot of ups and down like it ain't nothing'
Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons
I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one
They said it skipped from 12 to 14

Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M.
Thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas
We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers
And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have
The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the broken glass
But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside
Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right

Huh, the only thang we feared was Williams, Wayne
Never though about hittin' licks or slangin' caine
Didn't think I'd be the one to give in to abortion
Label me murder because my ass is scorchin'
Hot from the Glock that sits under my seat
Yeah, it's real fucked up that my folks come to get me
And it's like dat, yeah, and it's like dem

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Don'T Blow It - Lyrics - Murphy Lee

Title: Don'T Blow It
Artist: Murphy Lee
Composer(s): Tohri Murphy Lee Harper, Wally Yaghnam, Lavell Webb

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Lyric:
{This call originates
From a correctional facility in Missouri
And may be recorded or monitored}

{Yo nigga, this city
Answer the phone next time
You prolly gonna call right back but
AIright? What?}

(Don't blow it)
City spud said whut up
And to give you this message
(Don't blow it)
(Don't blow it)
Ali said peace
And learn today's lesson
(Don't blow it)
(Don't blow it)
Kyjuan said them
New Jordans comin' out
(Don't blow it)
(Don't blow it)
And Nelly said there's
Gon be a party down south

For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga
For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga

For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga
For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga

Now Murphy Lee is really ready
Fully prepared and well done
I told you that I'd give you my all if I sell none
Expected to sell plenty
Lotta more than Kenny
Big as "Coming to America" since I came and sent it
They saw he got his own money
"That boy got his own money"
So please don't try to take nuttin' from me
I'm talkin' consequences, all my conses see quence
Will literaly take yo face off for the tiniest reason

I'm eas un, eas un on down down down down down
Makin' my rounds, I'm like a new Santa in town
Clown, calm down
I got issues like magazines
I'll leave you washed up, cut and cooked like mama greens
You only cookerry once in a while like lima beans
Me, I'm therre all the time behind the scenes
Livin' my little dream
Smokin' on Cali Green
Me, Mike Veen, federal in tinted Limousines

For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga
For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga

For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga
For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga

Come on dirty be for real
I can let you know the deal like a salesman
I could get you out of these bars like a jail bail man
But nah, I'm a rapper I'ma put you in bars
Judge Murphy recommend then niggas put 'em in charge
You practice lookin' hard and you missin' pre-season
So when it's gametime you on the side cheerleadin'
I'll have you breathing in and out like Ali
Hatas like Marley, he hot like Tamales

I'm the same derrty
That came wit them boys in the range derrty
And it's strange how we 16 mil in they change dirty
Exchange the range for the six fo' that sit low
Hatas sick though, mad 'cuz they didn't like us from the get-go
I tip-toe through beats, complete style unique
16's in the hallway, probably take you a week
I critique my lifestyle, I change my game 'cuz of fame
It's a shame to see results in you mentioning in my name

For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga
For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga

For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga
For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga

Many many many many
Many mention Murphy Lee name like I'm a reference
I'ma make yo ass SAT is you try to test me
I hang where the best be, never been on jet skis
Been to DC and la like Tyrone Nesby
Though, most definitely I'm worldwide like Pepsi
And I take care of my whole household like Jeffrey
So why you hate us? Wish to mention my name, man?
Can't understand I'm just doin' my thang

Yo I change for nay-nada nudda mothersucker
I'll sell music instead of drugs, fans instead of cluckers
Ya dig? I'm original like a black man wit a gig
And not eatin' pig is why I had to split ya wig
But they might, and he might
You know they watchin' the person who watchin' the person
Jockin' my Johnny Cochran you cornball
All of 'em stick like a corn dog
48 bars I'm on y'all, I warned y'all

For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga
For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga

For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga
For the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
City nigga, the same nigga
You thought was a lame nigga

For the nigga mention my name
The same nigga
For the nigga mention my name
The same nigga
For the nigga mention my name
The same nigga

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