It'S All A Struggle - Lyrics - Kristyles - Krs One

Title: It'S All A Struggle
Album: Kristyles
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): J Ortiz, Vic Padilla, Kris Parker, Mike Herard

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
It's all a struggle
(Tryin' to make it day to day)
It's all a struggle
(From my hood to around your way)

It's all a struggle
(Single parents all by thyself)
It's all a struggle
(Diseases decreasin' your health)

It's all a struggle
(Fiends swearin' that's they last puff)
It's all a struggle
(Hustler tryin' to avoid handcuffs)
(No matter what you do, who you are or where you from)
(Rich, poor, black, white, at the end of the day)

It's all a struggle and most people's struggles are doubled
You ain't the only one with a challenge facin' some trouble
Look at the woman chewed up by the dog with no muzzle
Or the workers that got trapped underground in that tunnel
Some kids are playin' in pools, others in puddles
When they listen to the news the propaganda is subtle
But it's time for you to know that the cryin' got to go
Release the guilt that you built and let it flow

Slow and low, that is the tempo
Move slow and on the low, this you gotta know
You don't get the muscles without the hard struggles
You ain't the only one out here tryin' to get dough
From the hustler to the preacher, to the government leaders
From the airline pilot to the chef, to the teachers
We linked in the same huddle, in the same tussle 'n' bustle
'Cuz at the end of the day it's all a struggle

It's all a struggle
(Tryin' to make it day to day)
It's all a struggle
(From my hood to around your way)

It's all a struggle
(Single parents all by thyself)
It's all a struggle
(Diseases decreasin' your health)

It's all a struggle
(Fiends swearin' that's they last puff)
It's all a struggle
(Hustler tryin' to avoid handcuffs)
(No matter what you do, who you are or where you from)
(Rich, poor, black, white, at the end of the day)

It's all a struggle but don't let the challenges bug you
Or the government drug you, or the thieves in the street
Beat and mug you, build your tunnel under the rubble
Come up on the other side eye to eye with the trouble
Look at the Twin Towers crumble
Look at the religious leadership stumble, everybody struggles
But not everybody comes through nifty, it's fifty, fifty
The city itself will outrun you quickly

Whether you be healthy or sickly
Whether you be wealthy or thrifty, ugly or pretty
Everybody's tryin' to get 50's and 100's
I taught this at UCLA just off sunset
Now run, get, "Ruminations"
It's a book that I published for the healing of this nation
In just a few chapters we run through, some possible solutions
'Cuz at the end of the day

It's all a struggle
(Tryin' to make it day to day)
It's all a struggle
(From my hood to around your way)

It's all a struggle
(Single parents all by thyself)
It's all a struggle
(Diseases decreasin' your health)

It's all a struggle
(Fiends swearin' that's they last puff)
It's all a struggle
(Hustler tryin' to avoid handcuffs)
(No matter what you do, who you are or where you from)
(Rich, poor, black, white, at the end of the day)

It's all a struggle

Play the MP3 online for free!

0b0dbee4c25b9907094fe7f6137c2041

All Good - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: All Good
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Jean Claude Olivier, Sean Combs, Kimberly Jones, James Mtume, Darrin Lockings

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good

Every word I utter, I feel strictly gutter
That's why I touch more green than Tiger's putter
So you mad motherfuckers mutter what you wanna
I ain't worried 'bout none of ya and I'll say it in front of ya
I hear the snakes hiss, talkin' reckless
Thought I'd let it go and I wouldn't stress it
Haters in the street, y'all worse than the press is
And they all wanna hang like the charm on my necklace

I guess things just ain't the same for gangsters
How a snitch nigga make a record called "Wankstas"
Everything these haters do just to degrade ya
Only made me strong, I say thanks for the favor
Now the D.A. wanna give me time in the feds
I'm from Brooklyn, I could do that time on my head
Comes down with my weave straight sittin' on bread
At the gate, gettin' picked up in a new Coupe [Incomprehensible]

It's all good
If you drivin' or ridin' the bus
It's all good
In the struggle and the times is tough
It's all good
It don't matter, you can ride with us
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
If you hustlin' and huggin' the block
It's all good
Workin' 9 to 5, punchin' the clock
It's all good
It don't matter how you get that guap
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

See, I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, my nigga need bail
It's been a couple weeks and he been sittin' in a cell
The only way to reach him through phone calls and mail
Balloons stuffed with lah up in the chocha
Now my man in the can gettin' money and gettin' high

He used to keep me fly, he had the 6, I had the 5
So you know a chick gon' ride or die for her guy
At age 14, I was puttin' in work, at age 16, I was movin' that work
Gettin' paid for drivin' state to state
Smugglin' weight, prayin' I don't bump into jake
I traveled through a few places with the burners in the suitcases
Thank God for Big
Damn right, I love the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

It's all good
Niggaz run around stuntin' and frontin'
It's all good
Talkin' shit but ain't sayin' nuttin'
It's all good
It's aight 'cause they time is comin'
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
They hatin' on me but they copy my style
It's all good
Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
It's all good
You know you can't keep a good bitch down
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

Cowards huff and they puff but won't blow shit down
I come through like two airplanes in midtown
Nigga, my get back's the get down
Hit the big nigga first and make the rest sit down
They all talk loud, when they see you, they quiet down
Fagots violated, I wish they'd try now
Just watch how they bitch up, story start to switch up
Punks gettin' left off right where I pick up

Picture in Vogue, Spring-Summer issue
Shoot game official like a ref with a whistle
You know when I do it, I'm doin' it monumental
Leave you speechless kinda like an instrumental
They ask me if I know what true happiness is
Do I ever feel regret for all the things I did?
Hell no, I love the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

It's all good
Niggaz run around stuntin' and frontin'
It's all good
Talkin' shit but ain't sayin' nuttin'
It's all good
It's aight 'cause they time is comin'
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
They hatin' on me but they copy my style
It's all good
Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
It's all good
You know you can't keep a good bitch down
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good

It's all good
If you hustlin' and huggin' the block
It's all good
Workin' 9 to 5, punchin' the clock
It's all good
It don't matter how you get that guap
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

It's all good
If you drivin' or ridin' the bus
It's all good
In the struggle and the times is tough
It's all good
It don't matter, you can ride with us
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good

Play the MP3 online for free!

2a26a23589a4ec69f40eafd7cdaa9fbe

Struggle Everyday - Lyrics - Akon

Title: Struggle Everyday
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): Aliaune Thiam, Giorgio Tuinfort

Lyric:
Face a trouble everyday
Trying to walk away from a life of sorrow
It's a struggle everyday
Trying not to rob G's, still I borrow

I need to take it slow, my heart is growing cold
I'm trying to hide my feelings from the people that I know
And everywhere I go I'm trying to lay low
Can't afford to get in no trouble because I'm on parole

I'm trying to live life right
God knows with all my might
But I'm just barely getting by
'Cause money's way too tight
And I can say this right
The struggle and the fight

It's weakin' all the muscles in my body like Kryptonite
Making me feel like there is no other way
But the different streets get that dough
Living and praying for a better day, so

Face a trouble everyday
Trying to walk away from a life of sorrow
It's a struggle everyday
Trying not to rob G's, still I borrow

Face a trouble everyday
Trying to walk away from a life of sorrow
It's a struggle everyday
Trying not to rob G's, still I borrow

Streets, I ain't no longer on it, don't need feds all upon it
I done left that life alone 'cause all I did was impress
My homie, and then my conscience told me, careful
Tou tendarone, always complaining after I ain't never did

She always lonely, so what am I to do?
Gotta get money for food 'cause if she starves to death
Then I gotta deal with her attitude
And I in that type of mood 'cause I ain't type of dude

It's bad enough, I gotta deal with all this I'm going through
It's making me feel like there is no other way
But the different streets get that dough
Living and praying for a better day, so

Face a trouble everyday
Trying to walk away from a life of sorrow
It's a struggle everyday
Trying not to rob G's, still I borrow

Face a trouble everyday
Trying to walk away from a life of sorrow
It's a struggle everyday
Trying not to rob G's, still I borrow

Face a trouble everyday
Trying to walk away from a life of sorrow
It's a struggle everyday
Trying not to rob G's, still I borrow

Face a trouble everyday
Trying to walk away from a life of sorrow
It's a struggle everyday
Trying not to rob G's, still I borrow

Play the MP3 online for free!

5386e17babb517f8eb80ea4e73d2da6c

Listen - Lyrics - Tq

Title: Listen
Artist: Tq
Composer(s): Nina Simone, Talib Kweli Greene, Terrance Quaites, Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
Listen
(Lend me your ear )
Listen
(Won't you listen, listen?)
Listen
(That's right)
Listen

My granddaddy was a hustla
On the dirt road, him and his brother
Stayed sharper than a motherfucker
Stayed on the corner, Stacy Adams never scuffed up

So that explains 'bout my daddy and me
I mean the apple don't fall too far from the tree
I was thirteen, mad as hell
Thinking why can't we live up in Beverly Hills

Wondered why all my homies in my hood were killed
Thinking why I got a 9 in my pocket for real
It's gotta be a better life than this
I mean kids shouldn't have to go through this shit

I mean this is California, land of the free
But every city in America, it's plain to see
My people ain't getting they due
That's the reason why we do what we gotta do

This is for the homies in my hood
All the single mamas it's all good
All y'all soldiers on the front line
Doing what you got to do to get by

This is for the struggle, it don't stop
This one's for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac
No matter how hard they try can't stop us
We still gon' get by motherfucker

I ain't in love with the situation
But I'ma get by and I'ma get mine
And my mamas and my daddies and my whole line
Until shaunshaun sitting on a gold mine

I'ma play my position get up in the middle
Sneak and attack this dog eat dog shit here
A whole lot of folks got to eat here
Grandmamma had 24 kids and that's real

'Cause I plan to build a boys club or something
Where fathers can take their sons on weekends
'Cause that's what they need, I don't wanna see 'em in these streets
These sharks out here and they eating

I know I been gone for a minute but I'm back
Just to put the west coast back on track
I gangsta represent it till the day that I die
And I didn't tell a lie, still gon' get by

This is for the homies in my hood
All the single mamas it's all good
All y'all soldiers on the front line
Doing what you got to do to get by

This is for the struggle, it don't stop
This one's for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac
No matter how hard they try can't stop us
We still gon' get by motherfucker

Baby girl, I know you trying to do it by yourself
Ain't got nobody there to help you
Seem like nobody cares for beautiful you
For beautiful you

Baby boy trying to get up out the game now
But damn it's so much pressure
It ain't a penthouse in the sky
It's keeping on the lights, we just trying to get by

This is for the homies in my hood
All the single mamas it's all good
All y'all soldiers on the front line
Doing what you got to do to get by

This is for the struggle, it don't stop
This one's for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac
No matter how hard they try can't stop us
We still gon' get by mothefucker

This is for the homies in my hood
All the single mamas it's all good
All y'all soldiers on the front line
Doing what you got to do to get by

This is for the struggle, it don't stop
This one's for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac
No matter how hard they try can't stop us
We still gon' get by motherfucker

This is for the homies in my hood
All the single mamas it's all good
All y'all soldiers on the front line
Doing what you got to do to get by

This is for the struggle, it don't stop
This one's for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac
No matter how hard they try can't stop us
We still gon' get by motherfucker

Play the MP3 online for free!

a8ad417d323ea377205115037035d6b6

No Work, All Play - Lyrics - Dignity - Hilary Duff

Title: No Work, All Play
Album: Dignity
Artist: Hilary Duff
Composer(s): Greg Wells, Hilary Duff, Kara Dioguardi

Lyric:
Some people go through life like it's a breeze
They float their way through days and never feel the gray
And their tears fall but they don't sing
Their temporary marks, not always from the heart

They live lightly
Breathe so easy
No digging in
To what's within

No work, all play, what a mistake
Let the clouds roll in and fill the sky, get that melancholy feeling inside
And work on yourself, don't run from the pain you've felt
You don't have to slide, life's not one big high

Sometimes it's hard lookin' at yourself
You'd rather place the blame then point it your own way
I still do hide from my feelings myself
But I'm trying hard these days, not to procrastinate

And face my fate
Stay on my case

No work, all play, what a mistake
Let the clouds roll in and fill the sky, get that melancholy feeling inside
And work on yourself, don't run from the pain you've felt
You don't have to slide, life's not one big high

No one is perfect, no one's the same
We've all got problems that we haven't faced
The challenges well, they'll make you strong
Don't put them off for too long

You gotta know yourself to be yourself
You gotta do it all the way
You gotta know yourself to be yourself
And it's a struggle everyday

You gotta know yourself to be yourself
You gotta do it all the way
You gotta know yourself to be yourself
And it's a struggle everyday

No work, all play, what a mistake
Let the clouds roll in and fill the sky, get that melancholy feeling inside
And work on yourself, don't run from the pain you've felt
You don't have to slide, life's not one big high

No work, all play, what a mistake
Let the clouds roll in and fill the sky, get that melancholy feeling inside
And work on yourself, don't run from the pain you've felt
You don't have to slide, life's not one big high

You gotta know yourself to be yourself
You gotta do it all the way
You gotta know yourself to be yourself
And it's a struggle everyday

You gotta know yourself to be yourself
You gotta do it all the way
You gotta know yourself to be yourself
And it's a struggle everyday

You gotta know yourself to be yourself
And it's a struggle everyday
You gotta know yourself to be yourself
And it's a struggle everyday

Play the MP3 online for free!

21c0296203d33f41e326e3807ab5a92d

'N' My City - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: 'N' My City
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Mannie Fresh

Lyric:
It's all about the 6 figgas
You ballin' nigga if you got five figgas

I got my AK nigga, and I'm quick to blast it
Game tight like elastic wit a block [unverified] murder jack it
Eraser, Baby Gangsta, V.L. nigga
I'm on a trail to Hell, before I go I want 6 figgas

Uptown is where you catch me doin' dirt, gun slangin'
Nuts hangin', for sho', play me short and I'm bangin'
I ain't no ho, my heart don't pump water, it pump liquor
Watch your step, I'll hit ya, I promise I'll split ya

Click-clack, everything I pack got hollow slugs
I'm the definition of a thug, my whole click sellin' drugs
Ain't no love, if ya outside the CMB, we risin', drivin' Lexus and big body
Got them whole thangs for ten a key, niggas think we tellin' tales

But on the real, we got whole thangs for half a sell
F.B.I. tryin' to nail, but our click covered up smooth
Whatever you do, or how you do, it's all on you
Hot Boy, 16, playin' wit G's

This rap game is the life, nigga ya wouldn't believe
What I go through and what I see, it's amazin'
On the slick, thirty six ounces, top twenty, I'm calculatin'
Hoes catchin' masturbation, shit's a trip

But I'm 'bout moola, fetti, cheese, green, my grip
Nigga don't slip, 'cause I got 10 clips and I flip for it
Nigga believe I'll rip a nigga shit for it

In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live large
But you step or get stepped on, times is hard
Shit get real, head get bust, blood spill
It's 'bout havin' thangs, that's why I want a mill

In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live large
But you step or get stepped on, times is hard
Shit get real, head get bust, blood spill
It's 'bout havin' thangs, that's why I want a mill

Nigga, don't you trip 'cause I done came up on a lick
And I'm servin' thirty gram ounces for six
I got the block sewed up now, come to me
I'll take ya to B., he went down to ten a key

We got coke floatin' through that U.P.T.
Glock totin', locin', in the GS3 bubble
In the Lexus 450 Cruiser, block bruiser
Nigga don't let the age fool ya

Head bussa, Hot Boy, young baller
The AK I pack is used for manslaughter
My mind is to be respected, or ya neck come off
'Cause Uptown, there's no hesitation to set it off

Load it up, release safety, and bust
Retaliation is a must, I don't give a fuck
I'm checkmatin' niggas, that's on the real, so wuz happenin'
I'm full of that dope, scratchin', and I'm 'bout that action

Is you 'bout that action, if not, clear a path
I'm mad, I jacked a nigga and an ounce is all he had
That's sad, you stun'n, jeopardisin' ya wig
Doin' that petty hustlin', ain't comin' up on shit

What's the reason, bein' on the block all day
You ain't got nowhere to lay, that nickel and dime pay
You'll do better grabbin' a K, bein' ready to spray
Make a muthafucka day, nigga be ready to spray

In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live large
But you step or get stepped on, times is hard
Shit get real, head get bust, blood spill
It's 'bout havin' thangs, that's why I want a mill

Spark the beef up like a lighter, I'm a gangsta rap writer
Every time I spit, I get tighter and tighter
Keep it real when I flow, hollow points I throw
Quick to chop a nigga down like a fuckin' lawn mow

Playin' a flow over the limit, in this music business
Come wit shit, ya gotta listen, 'til the fuckin' song finished
Young menace, sport Girbauds and Reebok tennis
Nigga know if I got beef, I spin a bin, spinnin'

Can't calm me down, 'cause I'm from Uptown
Call me, it's war wit an army, wit Tommy guns
Wit drums, a hundred plus shots comin' from 'em
I don't give a fuck, if I did 'em, then I done 'em

Take notes, bitches always try to be close
Silent when you got money, but naughty when ya broke
Bustas wanna be ya boys when they know ya got coke
I stand alone all the time, bitch niggas catch a poke

I hustle hard for what I want, if I don't then I'm a broke nigga
Wit no money on my block then you a joke nigga
I rap now, I put aside that coke nigga
But if I gotta, I grab my duct tape and my rope nigga

In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live large
But you step or get stepped on, times is hard
Shit get real, head get bust, blood spill
It's 'bout havin' thangs, that's why I want a mill

I want a mil ticket mil ticket
(Gettin' wicked)
On the real, V.L., my nigga Big Moe, 2-2-3
L.T., Adam, G.A., Black Ten

EightBall, Derek, Lil' Turk, Hot Boys
My nigga Bubba got the Hummer
For the summer

Play the MP3 online for free!

e22f07e6cc61c77ace49bd97e01f51aa

Supreme, Supreme - Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Title: Supreme, Supreme
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): William Jr Conti, Talib Kweli Greene, Dante Terrell Smith

Lyric:
Woo, we on fire tonight
Woo, yeah, we on fire tonight
Woo, Black Star in the house fo' sho'
Yo, now everybody go

Ghetto people it's time to ride
(Supreme, supreme)
Baby get involved go side to side
(Supreme, supreme)
Side to side

'Bout to slap box with the beat
The shit I spit is a snapshot of the street
You can see the crack spot in the backdrop
The heat in the stash box of the black drop

You wonder why there's more crime
Free food, or a check the only time niggaz on line
Getting information from the nigga net
The trickle down theory guess it ain't reached niggaz yet

I make a bigger bet
Kweli 'bout to be a bigger threat
'Cuz there's hardly any real niggaz left
What the fuck these niggaz talking 'bout?

Living a movie but the audience is walking out
I fight the temptation to rip the heart from your chest
'Til there's only five hard beats left, it's like a dead man walking
I turn on the radio and I hear dead men talking

Ghetto people it's time to ride
(Supreme, supreme)
Baby get involved go side to side
(Supreme, supreme)

Yo', I got my headphones up like I'm listening close
Face blank with expression it isn't a joke
Start fire, sit back and spit it's smoke
To get it provoked, blow it back to get in your throat

Mad problems take all the niggaz you know
Add that number up with every nigga you don't
Final number, some total of the niggaz that won't
Break me down, shake me of my fame, my style

What time it is? Crew you can hate me now
And ten minutes from then you gon' love me again
Buck town republic again writing on the wall trouble again
Intensify struggle and such Killers

Sade lovers deluxe sound garnered, for the wild hearted
Downtrodden, up-starters young violent, uprising
Cocaine, and gunpowder up North, or bus crowded
Daily vibes to thug mountain cold caves or peaks of high

Think you present but unclear, and know how to hide
If you wonder why you got so much on your mind
'Cuz your living in a troubling time, this is a puzzling time
Fall back without recovering time, and time's up
Brooklyn, put your dimes up

Ghetto people it's time to ride
(Supreme, supreme)
Baby get involved go side to side
(Supreme, supreme)

Ghetto people it's time to ride
(Supreme, supreme)
Baby get involved go side to side
(Supreme, supreme)

I put feeling inside of my rap
Hold it down for my side of the map
No matter what North, South East or West side of the mat
Bend a needle on the mind and it's back

Got a problem with that? The holler back and the stars is black
We the New Era you just a Starter cap
Find out what happens when the artist in tact
Be sharp as a tack, fall back you smarter than that

Or perhaps you just ain't as smart as you think
Figure 8'n on the thin ice part of the rink
You a vessel that's promised to sink
Terra Firma ain't as hard as you think
Stare down, and you starting to blink

Like 182 this for fellas and the ladies who
Don't need to be spoon fed like baby food
I take a bite out the track like a Sabre-tooth
And spit out the truth 'til the cops come and spray the booth

Ghetto people it's time to ride
(Supreme, supreme)
Baby get involved go side to side
(Supreme, supreme)

Ghetto people it's time to ride
(Supreme, supreme)
Baby get involved go side to side
(Supreme, supreme)

It's all right with you it's all right with me
Do the damn thing what you wanna be
(Supreme, supreme)
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
(Supreme, supreme)

It's all right with you it's all right with me
Do the damn thing what you wanna be
(Supreme, supreme)
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
(Supreme, supreme)

It's all right with you it's all right with me
Do the damn thing what you wanna be
(Supreme, supreme)
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
(Supreme, supreme)

It's all right with you it's all right with me
Do the damn thing what you wanna be
(Supreme, supreme)
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
That's right, that's right that's right that's right
(Supreme, supreme)

Play the MP3 online for free!

f15c4e7bcfab4511f649a87e72a3e84b

Ghetto Superman - Lyrics - The Phoenix - Lyfe Jennings

Title: Ghetto Superman
Album: The Phoenix
Artist: Lyfe Jennings
Composer(s): Lyfe Jennings

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
Ha, ha, I'm fine y'all
It's your boy Ghetto Superman
A.k.a Lyfe, a.k.a don't got a wife
What up Young Boy?

Everybody talkin' about livin' on Capital Hill
We livin' on the hill, ya know?
Talkin' about the front row, front row?
We livin' on death row

We grew up in the gutter
Eatin' peanut butter sandwiches with no jam
We looked up to the hustlers on the corner
Throat sore from screamin', "Get your money man"

Had dreams of movin' on up to the big leagues
Like George, Weezy and Florence
But it's kinda hard when police is havin' you killed
Resurrected, rearrested for old bench warrants

Yeah, it's a struggle man, but we handle it the best we can
Only difference between folks that's free and folks in jail
Is some of us got caught on our way to Heaven
Takin' the shortcut through Hell

Ghetto Superman, faster than a speeding Cadillac
Able to leap tall buildings
When police is on your back, yeah
It's a bird, it's a plane, no

It's Ghetto Superman, talk slick as Republicans
Sold almost as much dope as Uncle Sam
Your friendly neighborhood Superman

If you played on my playground
You'd be used to hearin', "Stay down, they shootin'"
Lost my daddy in a shoot out, chest all blew out
Another family ruined

Had dreams of findin' a good job
So he wouldn't have to rob niggas, I'm a stick up kid
Finally get what we deserved
Instead of havin' to take what they give us

Yeah, it's a struggle man but we takin' it
One bullet at a time
But it's kinda hard to get that monkey off your back
While that monkey still on your mind, on your mind

Superman, faster than a speeding Cadillac
Able to leap tall buildings
When police is on your back, yeah
It's a bird, it's a plane, no

It's Ghetto Superman, talk slick as Republicans
Sold almost as much dope as Uncle Sam
Your friendly neighborhood Superman

It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all
It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all

It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all
It's a bird, it's a plane, no
It's Ghetto Superman, y'all

Play the MP3 online for free!

9db01a748e5cb2b7baef8092f2fec86b

Sound The Same - Lyrics - Strength and Loyalty - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Sound The Same
Album: Strength and Loyalty
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Aldrin Davis, Anthony Henderson, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, Bone Thugs
You know a nigga been all over the world, man
Australia, China, Africa, England
(It's the same shit everywhere I go, you know)

Why does everybody's story seem to sound the same?
(It all seems so familiar)
Struggle in the game
(It all seems so familiar)
They left the hood for change
(It all seems so familiar)

Why does everybody's story seem to sound the same?
(It all seems so familiar)
Then left some time in vain
(It all seems so familiar)
Gotta wise, the shit that lame
(It all seems so familiar)

I can remember that little nigga when he was just a young lad
Nobody thought he make it up outta the hood, before the gun blast
'Cause shorty wanted to be a thug, runnin' from cops out on the block
The boy was hot and didn't give a fuck
(Scandalous)

Runnin' up in that black mask, niggas if you got cash
Drop it off in that bag and make craps fast
Destroyin' the system, make some money to survive the streets
But you know deep inside that this ain't how you tryna be

But it's all to think when you're strugglin' and can't sleep
'Cause you're hungry but can't eat, 'cause livin' just ain't free
But shit, Pappa been laid off, Mamma been laid off
Everywhere I here the same old song

Why does everybody's story seem to sound the same?
(It all seems so familiar)
Struggle in the game
(It all seems so familiar)
They left the hood for change
(It all seems so familiar)

Why does everybody's story seem to sound the same?
(It all seems so familiar)
Then left some time in vain
(It all seems so familiar)
Gotta wise, the shit that lame
(It all seems so familiar)

To probably take a loss, I'm tryna fight these demons
By any means, by any cost, I'm out here reppin' Cleveland
They got me bobbin, weavin', nigga, give me the reason
To let 'em flies do or die, niggas no longer breathin'

Known as a heathen before Layzie Bone it was Steven
And I'm just tryna break even, leavin' you leakers steadily creepin'
Shit get deep when Daddy gone
And Momma can't do it on her own

Lights off, gas gone, Momma, Daddy comin' home?
I guess not, sell rocks, rappin' with my niggas Bone
(Wassup Wish? Yeah, we all we got)
And that's Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
(Wassup Kray? Yeah, we all we got, nigga)
And that's Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone

Why does everybody's story seem to sound the same?
(It all seems so familiar)
Struggle in the game
(It all seems so familiar)
They left the hood for change
(It all seems so familiar)

Why does everybody's story seem to sound the same?
(It all seems so familiar)
Then left some time in vain
(It all seems so familiar)
Gotta wise, the shit that lame
(It all seems so familiar)

Seen anybody get shot? Me too, you ever been shot? Me too
Sold rocks, all nighters on blocks, catch a case? Shit, me too
That's my story, no more ridin', nobody can tell it for me
Momma workin' double shift, Daddy, who? Daddy, who?

And when he do, it's always later, never came, damn luck
He done broke that boy's heart, man, again, damn again
Don't wonder why it's like that in the ghetto
Grew up outta luck, don't give a fuck about life, so we let 'em go

I know my heart is cold, you know how them ghetto children grow
Give me the money and I can keep my tempers low
Everybody knows love, clubs, cars and hoes
Priorities fucked up, but we already know

Why does everybody's story seem to sound the same?
(It all seems so familiar)
Struggle in the game
(It all seems so familiar)
They left the hood for change
(It all seems so familiar)

Why does everybody's story seem to sound the same?
(It all seems so familiar)
Then left some time in vain
(It all seems so familiar)
Gotta wise, the shit that lame
(It all seems so familiar)

Why does everybody's story seem to sound the same?
(It all seems so familiar)
Struggle in the game
(It all seems so familiar)
They left the hood for change
(It all seems so familiar)

Why does everybody's story seem to sound the same?
(It all seems so familiar)
Then left some time in vain
(It all seems so familiar)
Gotta wise, the shit that lame
(It all seems so familiar)

Play the MP3 online for free!

a253b0688509fafd3e23f40dff4a6f99

Ballad Of A Dead Soulja - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Ballad Of A Dead Soulja
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Lee Jackson, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Leon A. Huff, Rodney Taylor, Kenneth Gamble, Gregory Hutchinson, Big Simo

Lyric:
Yeah ballad of a dead soldier
This is the ballad of a dead soldier
This is the ballad of a dead soldier
Come play the ballad of a dead soldier

The plan, to take command of the whole family
Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned
All my road dawgs, official mob figures love to act up
The first to bomb we rob niggaz

I can be, lost in my own mind
To be the boss only thought's grip on chrome nines
Niggaz get tossed up, war scars, battlefield memories
Swore I saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennessey

Talkin' to a nigga on a tight leash
Screamin' fuck the police, as I ride through the night streets
Little child runnin' wild, toward his danger
What's the cause don't be alarmed death to all strangers

Maybe I'm a madman
A pistol grabbin' nigga unleash the sandman
Promisin' merciless retaliation, nothin' is colder
Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier

Thug for life I will be
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
A life of crime I will lead
(Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)
If you play the game, you play to win
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
It's a crazy world full of sin
(Close your eyes)

Completely lost, revenge at all costs
Pay back's a bitch, switch now the trick's crossed
Tossed up and never to be heard of
A single witness screamin' bloody murder, murder

Blast tell me homey what you see now?
A blind man and a dead body, I'm read' to leave town
And get my cash though, hook up with Castro
Homey had to blast on the task force

Stupid coppers tried to play us out, never that
They took my money and my stash
Time to get 'em back uh uh, upon my secret arrival
Two glock four fives, time for survival

Death to my rivals, tell me what you want Lord?
Nobody left after the death of a drug lord uh uh
The situation's critical
Nothin' is colder than hear the ballad of a dead soldier

Thug for life I will be
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
A life of crime I will lead
(Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)
If you play the game, you play to win
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
It's a crazy world full of sin
(Close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier)

Be a coward, put yo' hands to the moon
When my glocks rang out, the niggaz came out boom
Who wanna see me in the challenge?
So merciless I'm terrifyin' niggaz in my ballads, do you feel me?

Capo or Capitan, one day I'll be the Don
Until then, remain strong
My only fear of death is reincarnation
Bustin' at my adversaries like a mental patient

To all my niggaz facin' sixty years, sheddin' tattooed tears
Another suicidal on the peer
Takin' private planes, tryin' to survive the game
For all my homies that'll never be alive again

All he promised us is death nigga
Take a breath come be the last one left nigga, it's real now
Villain to fantasize, ain't nothin' colder
Listen you can hear it the ballad of a dead soldier

Thug for life I will be
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
A life of crime I will lead
(Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier)
If you play the game, you play to win
(This is the ballad of a dead soldier)
It's a crazy world full of sin
(Close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier)

This go out to Cato, mental, all the niggaz that passed away
Mutulu, Geronimo all the down ass riders
All the niggaz that put it down, all the soldiers
All the niggaz that go through that day to day struggle
This is the ballad of a dead soldier

All the niggaz that passed on
All the niggaz with ambition and money in they heart
All the niggaz that want some and that don't take none
Ha ha ha this is the ballad of a dead soldier

The police are so scared of us
All the feds they aware of us, they wanna see us dead
They got pictures of a nigga head
Ballad of a dead soldier

Tryin' to see me in chains, shit
Them niggaz'll never breathe again
Before they put me in a cell they'll see me in hell
'Cause it's the ballad of a dead soldier

Got my pistols cocked
Run the whole motherfuckin' block, fuck the cops
The police we run these streets nigga
Ain't heard the ballad of a dead soldier

These niggaz can't see me, half the world wanna be me
Multi millionaire, shit it ain't fair
But nigga, you know
It's the ballad of a dead soldier

Play the MP3 online for free!

65a57ce5b2d91421f7b5607903fb7641

Thugz Mansion - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Thugz Mansion
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Lee Jackson, Marcus Vest, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Anthony Corneli Hamilton

Lyric:
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that's just for us
Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die?
Ain't no Heaven for a thug nigga
That's why we go to Thug Mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free
And you gotta be a G at Thug Mansion

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine
I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide
And woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived

Prayin' hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace
And even though we Gs, we still visualize places
That we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place
The players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball at Thug's Mansion

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion

A place where death doesn't reside
Just thugs who collide
Not to start beef, but spark trees
No cops rollin' by, no policemen, no homicide
No chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's mama to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me
Only difference from me and Jose Davis, gray hair maybe

'Cause I feel that my eyes saw too much sufferin'
I'm just twenty some odd years and I already lost my mother
And I cried tears of joy
I know she smiles on her boy, I dream of you more
My love goes to Afeni Shakur
'Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone, she shouldn't feel no pain no more
'Cause one day we'll all be together
Sippin' heavenly champagne where angels soar
With golden wings at Thugs Mansion

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion

Dear mama don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drinkin' peppermint schnapps
With Jackie Wilson and Sam Cook
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin' there kickin' it with Malcolm 'til the day came
Little Latasha sure grown
Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven
So come home

Maybe in time you understand
Only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin' lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in Heaven found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this in Heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin'
Remember this face, save me a place
In Thugz Mansion

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

Play the MP3 online for free!

5f1d8250d5a785eecfec3a357d87aae0

Thugz Mansion (Acoustic Remix - New Remix) - Lyrics - Best of 2Pac-Part 2:Life - 2pac

Title: Thugz Mansion (Acoustic Remix - New Remix)
Album: Best of 2Pac-Part 2:Life
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Claudio Cueni, Johnny Jackson, Johnny Lee Johnson, Larry D Loftin, Nasir Jones, Tupac Shakur, Michael E. Herring

Lyric:
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that's just for us

Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga that's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
At thug mansion

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived

Prayin' hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thugz mansion

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little busy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour, 'cause it's all good

Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
(I wanna go)
Nothin' but peace love
(I wanna go)
(I wanna go nigga)
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

A place where death doesn't reside, just thugs who collide
Not to start beef but spark trees, no cops rollin' by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry

See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me
Only difference from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe

'Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin'
I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother
And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur

'Cause like Ann Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more
'Cause one day we'll all be together, sippin' heavenly champagne
What angels saw, with golden wings in thugz mansion

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little busy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour, 'cause it's all good

Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin' peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cook

Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sittin' there kickin' it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little LaTasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven, so come home

Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin' lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin'
Remember this face, save me a place, in thugz mansion

Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little busy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour, 'cause it's all good

Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion

Play the MP3 online for free!

bcf4d1465122f2708162d8eea813149c

Imaginary Lines - Lyrics - Julian Lennon

Title: Imaginary Lines
Artist: Julian Lennon
Composer(s): J Clayton, Bob Ezrin, A Moore, J Lennon

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
Heaven help the soul that's severed
From the place where it belongs
Caught up in the mindless struggle
Of the weak against the strong
Headlights along the border
Keep the peace, their law and order

Why can't we see it's all a record of lies?
It's their kind of strength, their only defense
An imaginary line

Just a kid and his younger brother
Headed for the wire
Had no rights in the telescopic sights
Of the vigilante's rifle fire
But now he's buried on the border
Where the rivers are blood not water

Why can't we see it's all a record of lies?
It's their kind of truth, it can only be proved
With imaginary lines

In times like these concernin'
Who decides which bridge is burnin'
Don't fall for map readin'
Just make sure that you're still breathin'

After the dreadful lines were drawn
The children would dream of the pearls
And how beautiful they were
Year after year they would dive to the bottom of the lagoon
Hoping that the oysters would come back

They risked everything
Their homes, families and meager possessions
To search for the pearls, to make sure
They were heavy enough to reach the bottom
The children tied stones to their backs, many of them died

Streams of blood and broken bodies
Rose to the surface of the lagoon
And the lagoon cried, cried, cried, cried

Why can't we see it's all a record of lies?
It's their kind of strength, their only defense
An imaginary line

Why can't we see it's all a record of lies?
It's their kind of truth, it can only be proved
With imaginary lines

Why can't we see it's all a record of lies?
It's their kind of strength, their only defense
An imaginary line

Play the MP3 online for free!

fc9807dbbe0de904275d8b67958b0957

Hold On Be Strong - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Hold On Be Strong
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Philip Bailey, Duane Nettlesby, Steve Beckmeier, Tupac Shakur, Vince Branch, Al Mckay

Lyric:
Hold on, yeah, it's gonna be alright
Don't trip, baby, it'll get better

Ay, do this thug style man, thug style
When this whole beat drop
We just gon' run it to 'em bad
It's all good

I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin' weed in my bag lunch
And all through Junior High, we was just gettin' by
And driveby's robbed my homies of their young lives

I never did cry and even though I had
Pain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start
They couldn't tell me nothin', they all tried to help me
The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy

I traveled places, caught cases, what a ill year
I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here
Never did like the police, let the whole world know
Now I gets no peace 'cause they chasin' me down

And facin' me now, what do I do?
These thangs that a thug goes through and still I rise
So keep ya head up and make ya mind strong
It's a struggle every day but you gotta hold on

Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, when it's on it's on
Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, be strong when it's on it's on

Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, when it's on it's on
Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, be strong when it's on it's on

There's never a good day 'cause in my hood they
Let they AK's pump strays where the kids play
And every Halloween check out the murder scene
Can't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen

My homies dyin' 'fore they get to see they birthdays
These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray
And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth
I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto and if it does
Does it matter if you blood or you 'cuz
Remember how it was? The picnics and the parties in the projects
Small time drinkin' gettin' high with the mamis

Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I'm dealin' with the madness, raised by a single mother
I'm tryin' to tell you when it's on, you gotta keep your head
To the sky and be strong, most of all hold on

Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, when it's on it's on
Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, be strong when it's on it's on

Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, when it's on it's on
Hold on, be strong, hold on, be strong
Hold on, be strong when it's on it's on

(Hold on, be strong when it's on it's on)
I know them ain't tears comin' down your face
(But hold on, be strong when it's on it's on)
Wipe your eyes, in this world only the strong survive sweetheart

(But hold on, be strong when it's on it's on)
Hmm, I know it's hard out there
(But hold on, be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
Welfare, AIDS, earthquakes

(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
Muggings, carjackings, yeah, we got problems
(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
But believe me when I tell you things always get better

(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
God don't like ugly and God don't like no quitters
(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
You know what Billie Holiday said baby
God bless the child that can hold his own

(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
You know? You got to stand strong
(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
And when these bustas try to knock you out your place
You stand there to they face
(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
Tell 'em hold on and be strong

The game don't stop
(Hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
This here is Black Man
(But hold on and be strong 'cause when it's on it's on)
If you don't never learn nothin', learn one thing
It don't stop 'til the casket dropped, uh
Thug for life, feel me

All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
When things get bad, especially come the first and the fifteenth
Stay strong and stay ballin', hold on
I'll catch y'all at the next life, we in traffic

Play the MP3 online for free!

b8d2dfe0bc226c9e9e672168f8b4c657

Plan Went Sour - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Plan Went Sour
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher N Dorsey, Byron O Thomas

Lyric:
Picture, I'm always plannin' kaperz, tryin' to come up on cheese
But my kaperz goin' sour for the Lil' B.G., peep me

I was born a loser, a stank pussy abuser
Murders I'm accused 'cause I'm a AK user
Struggle for my stat to be phattest on knots
Pack Glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, it's hot

'Cause it's bumpin', got nothin' but dope traffic
Six figgas what I'm after, can't be playin' and laughin'
Young wit good sense, bent behind the tents
In front of this baller house that I'm 'bout to go in

I got it mapped up, it's planned all out
I demand you denied, them lights goin' all out
I done scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks
Hope inside they got a bird of coke and 10 G

The niggas in the project come in black like always
Invisible wit the mack, it's dark in the hallways
Creepin' so slow 'cause it's on the second flo'
I gets up there, they got a crack in the front do'

I push it wit ease, nigga freeze, get on yo knees
No keys, no G's, I find dead bodies
Two wit head shots, one nigga still breathin'
He bleedin' heavily, I'm leavin' a made G

Get back to the car, tryin' to get far as I can
Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin' in my hand
It's one way goin' gettin' money and the power
Gotta think again 'cause my plan went sour

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

I lay back and think again, tryin' to come up on cheese
Do what I gotta do, nigga it's all on me
Just like it's all on you to chose right from wrong
Might be a power move to go in this nigga home

I'ma handle my biz, plan it out and shit
Ain't killin' no kids but I'ma split his wig
If I have to spank his bitch, I'ma spank the ho
Get off the motherfuckin flo' and take me to the coke

Now where the stash at, where the cash at
Where the grass at, look at this
Chopper in my hand, I'ma blast that, pass that
Green shit wit Ben Franklin on it

I'll spill you nigga, ain't no need for thankin' on it
I gots to have it, up it busta, real fast
Fo' I get to the point, fuck it buster and I'll blast
You play with fire get burned, fuck wit B.G. get burnt

I'ma hustla 'til death, be trill to my last brat
I let my nuts hang, I'm 'bout money and the power
Thinkin' again 'cause my plan went sour
That's cold, man that's cold, my plan went sour

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

I planned this and I done planned that
But every time it go sour, I can't stand that
I want money and the power in my hand black
I'ma end up leavin' the game, what the fuck is that?

I done kidnapped, I done jacked, I done slung the mack
And every time the kaper over, I bring nothin' back
I have no paper and I'm sober I ain't havin' that
Any high-roller got what I want then I'm grabbin' that

All I got is my rap folder tryin' to make a mill
But they got niggas even colder tryin' to make a mill
I just be real and hope B.G., hit the jack pot
Put on the spot, every tape we drop, hit the store hot

We got a plan and we clique tight on the rise
I come out Juvey ride, Hot Boyz come out, we all ride
I'm 'bout mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggle
Do what I gotta do, gotta rap hustle

Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, hoes jock ya mail
You know I gotta duck but I'm tryin' to bring up tape sales
'Cause I got a plan, I got a plan to go platinum
Holdin' my dick, G's and a strap in my hand

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of powder

Nigga, respect that, all these niggas puttin' on they black mask
Dressin' up to get dey cash, ya heard me, don't go in that kaper
If it ain't planned right 'cause it aint gon' come out right
You ain't gon' come out wit no mail, make sure you got it down pat

I done been through it and I ain't bring nothin' back
But I'm bringin' this shit to the fuckin' distribution people
And they sendin' some shit back, ya heard me, it's all gravy
Cash Money Records, Black Connection on the rise, all the time

Play the MP3 online for free!

af32dbafcaf49608b71edd83ed67912a