It Takes No Guts - Lyrics - Superjoint Ritual

Title: It Takes No Guts
Artist: Superjoint Ritual
Composer(s): Joe Fazzio, Jimmy Bower, Philip Anselmo, Kevin Bond

Lyric:
There is no bright relation, refry this shitty life
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it?

The promise of piss is here and I've dug the filthy dredge
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it?

There is no grace in waiting, there's only bastard baiting
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it?

Raped by father, were you hurt there?
Were you horny?
Were you horrified?

They were the first to rev up, they were the last to ride
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it?

Taken by a blood relation
Take that, love that
Given inches, given fortitude
Take that, love that
Crying eyes, a man of forty
Take that, love that
Taken back there, day to day

I feel extreme, amped up

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Beat It Up - Lyrics - Big Money Heavyweight - Big Tymers

Title: Beat It Up
Album: Big Money Heavyweight
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Marinna L Teal, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy
Beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy
Beat it up, beat it up

You know you want this pussy
Sure do
You know you want this pussy
It's true
You know you want this pussy
Bring it on
You know you want this pussy
And I'm gone

With so much pussy on the city streets
It's kinda hard for a pimp keepin' up with these freaks
But I tracks em' down, backs em' down, bustin' they guts
Leave pussy so gushi, overflowin' with nuts
I'm a hellified, superfied, pickle slingin' mack
Dick like a stick breaking off in your back
It's explicit when I gets it baby all night long
Knock your head against the bead till the insides gone

Give you big long wood, beat it real good
I ain't your man, I ain't Stan, but I wish I could
An hour in the shower, then on top of the dresser
Then the bed, give me head, and then I'm a letcha
Ride that pole, make you say, oh
The sex is incredible, the dick is like woah
Cussin', lustin', bout to get a nut when she looked at me
And said

Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy
Beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy
Beat it up, beat it up

You know you want this pussy
Sure do
You know you want this pussy
It's true
You know you want this pussy
Bring it on
You know you want this pussy
And I'm gone

I come with, TV's and DVD's in the cars, and I
Pack a big dick down in the drawers
I'm the neighborhood pickle slinger, pain bringer
Super sick big dick, nasty ass rap singer
Do it baby, stick it baby, do it baby, get it
Make that ass clap every time that I hit it
Now all I need, is liquor and weed
Two dyke bitches straight down to get G's

See I got it up, gotta hit it, gotta get it 'cause I moved up
Gotta split it, gotta fit it to a magnum
Gotta fuck it, don't love it, I don't want none
But you can have some, see I played homie
Fucked the bedspreads up, 'cause I banged on it
Hit tha hoe from the back and she sang homie
These same ass words from the same song, the same song

Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy
Beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy
Beat it up, beat it up

You know you want this pussy
Sure do
You know you want this pussy
It's true
You know you want this pussy
Bring it on
You know you want this pussy
And I'm gone

This story takes place on a late night
I was on the lake front trying to get some act right
Hoe was acting funny so I had to kick game
I said you be my queen, I be your king
And things will never change
Now I'm just sitting there, lookin' at the beaver
It's hairy like Barry and its bigger than Geneva
Something said stick my finger in it so I did

Then came the 2, the 3, the 4, the thumb and shit
I just don't believe it, how could she conceive it
My fist, my wrist bitch, you need to summer's eve it
Douche ya bush black, you smell like step back
What the fuck is that tuna cat
Put her out my jag fast, tell that bitch you get no cash
Get your shit together shorty, clean your little funky ass
Been a lot of places, did a lot of shows, met a lot of people
Fucked a lot of hoes, I

Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy
Beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy
Beat it up, beat it up

You know you want this pussy
Sure do
You know you want this pussy
It's true
You know you want this pussy
Bring it on
You know you want this pussy
And I'm gone

Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy
Beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy
Beat it up, beat it up

You know you want this pussy
Sure do
You know you want this pussy
It's true
You know you want this pussy
Bring it on
You know you want this pussy
And I'm gone

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The Secret - Lyrics - Geto Boys

Title: The Secret
Artist: Geto Boys
Composer(s): Gloria Jones, Willie Dennis, J Jones, Brad Jordan, Mike Dean, R Herron, Anthony Gilmour, Pamela Joan Sawyer

Lyric:
You know what? I'm destined to be the last man standin'
Carefully mappin' my escape through plannin'
Come in and get it, and leave here with it
Makin' fo' sho' that I'll be free when I hit

It's like a dope man's lotto, the dope man follows
The rule here is simple and this is my motto
To get it how you get it homey, Marciealago
Get you a house built keep you a dollar though

'Cause when it's over it's over, no cheese to borrow
You fuck around, get indicted, ain't no tomorrows
My homey locked up, been six years tight
But six years is nothin', 'cause this kid's life

Is off in a cage for the rest of his days
A price that he paid for the mistake he made
So I'm more focused 'cause my lifestyle's bogus
I got to get out 'cause this fast life's over

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

They say, "The ends justifies the means"
So I guess a drug dealer justifies the fiends
Poverty and unemployment justifies the screams
The reason he stacks his paper just to buy it clean

Two thousand and six with shoes the size of me
But in the end he wasn't really what he tried to be
I'd never let no war justify me
I question how hard some of these cats really be

'Cause real niggaz don't speak, our actions talk more
Don't make me flip and turn these streets into a chalk board
I do this for all the real niggaz that smoke trees
The hustlers, players, pimps, and OG's

For the up-and-comin' cats to the old schoolers
The ones that remember private stock and Calvin Coolidge
It's a struggle to make it, keep pushin'
See how far you can take it, two eye or one eye navigate it what

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find the peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

I know this cocksucker pullin' me over because of my skin
But the secret is to win, so I hold it in
I'm yes sir'n, no sir'n, but when he pull off he diss
A motherfuckin', dick-suckin', redneck son of a bitch

All it takes is one pussy who ain't gettin' none
To catch you on a dark street, and put you to sleep
Dude was one deep, at the sto', he said, "I ain't no ho"
Got clapped in the back of his 'fro

It didn't have to go like that, believe me Mister
Someday, niggaz gon' respect these pistols
Play the safe, get out the way, when a fool got the ups
Pride'll get a motherfucker shot in the guts

And remember this before you grown, and the day that you gone
Greed it don't last too long
The secret is to win, jump out the game and have money for life
Not to stick around 'til you lose all your shit to the vice

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

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From The Window Of My Room - Lyrics - Cypress Hill IV - Cypress Hill

Title: From The Window Of My Room
Album: Cypress Hill IV
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
Now lately, I've been findin' myself, pourin' my guts out
Expressin' my thoughts, lettin' my nuts out in the walls
Of sleep, I can't keep it all in the hall clear
While others keep it inside for the pride they hold dear
Shoulda been, woulda been, coulda been the cops
Stop look and listen, you'll get a vision of Hip-Hop
Individuals lookin' to the battle the shadows of man
See it all, be it all, you need a plan
It takes one man to understand this
Learn fuckin' with a deadly gas, you get burned
From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Of livin' it's all given to you, don't lose it
Every man's given a tool, but don't use it

From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see
The window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see

From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin' across
The land of milk and honey, no money to feed the boss
Funny the cost of life, cut clean blood streams
Out the body, nobody wants you dreamin' about shorty
No longer don't need a forty to take away any pain
So punk me and I'll give you the world exact change
Or quote me and you're never the same, I claim no one
I show none the weakness individuals go forth ya seek this
Wherever I roam is home to me
You shogun, look at my enemies try to do me
The influential status, you know the baddest
Lookie here, show you what that is, bringin' the madness
Sadness to those appealin' to any conflict
Lookin' out my window pane, I see you fallin'
What are you, a man or a mouse? The house light
Shinin' within, when you begin to live again

From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see
The window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see

From my window I can see
Humanity, goin' insane G
Everybody want respect, but you gotta collect
Only hardcore vatos on the set
Don't get me wrong but some rhymes get twisted
There it goes, the pride, you missed it
I ain't upset with the motherfucker dissin'
Find me in watts when you wanna come hit me
Some shit ain't what it seems, in the land of dreams
Some sell their soul to get the cream
From the teens I don't sling or slang no crack
I'm known for bringin' in funky ass raps
See those magazine crews and I'm a goner
Dull interviews with these damn primadonnas
Unlike some of these fools on the turf
Look like the real thing, but they soft like Nerfs
So unrehearsed that it shows in the product
Need to get the fuck out, before you get caught up

From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see
The window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see

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Some Cut - Lyrics - King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed - Lil Scrappy

Title: Some Cut
Album: King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed
Artist: Lil Scrappy
Composer(s): Jamal Glaze, Lawrence Edwards, Jonathan Smith, Donnell Prince, La Marquis Jefferson, Jefferson Lamarquis, Craig Love

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Lyric:
What it is hoe, ah what's up?
(What's up)
Can a nigga get in them guts?
(Them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut
(Been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut
(Oh yeah yeah)

Well give me your number and I'll call
(I'll call)
And I'll follow that ass in the mall
(In the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls
(My balls)
While I'm beatin' and tearin' down your walls
(Oh yeah)

This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby?
I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady
You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood
With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could

But anyway, gone and drop a number or something
So I can call you later on, on your phone or something
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something
It's no limits to what we do, 'cause tonight we cutting, gut busting

I'm digging in your walls something viscious
With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut something serious
You delirious or might I say you taste so delicious
With your clear brown skin, almond joys and kisses

And you ah, certified head doctor
Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won't holler
Bend you over and I'll follow you straight to the room
Where it goes down lovely in the Leagon of Doom

What it is hoe, ah what's up?
(What's up)
Can a nigga get in them guts?
(Them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut
(Been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut
(Oh yeah yeah)

Well give me your number and I'll call
(I'll call)
And I'll follow that ass in the mall
(In the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls
(My balls)
While I'm beatin' and tearin' down your walls
(Oh yeah)

Shit, you know the deal before a nigga even stepped
Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt
You know I give it to you till you run out of breathe
Then bust a nut all over yourself

The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls
In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls
Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause
And every time you seen a G you was slipping off your drawers, I recall

I met your ass at the mall, in the fall
You the one with the dress on, let me take you home
Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts
Cut you up like you ain't been cut

From the back then to the side to the front
Turn around, you got me right
I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me
So gone see about a pimp and that monkey and that's fo' sho'

What it is hoe, ah what's up?
(What's up)
Can a nigga get in them guts?
(Them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut
(Been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut
(Oh yeah yeah)

Well give me your number and I'll call
(I'll call)
And I'll follow that ass in the mall
(In the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls
(My balls)
While I'm beatin' and tearin' down your walls
(Oh yeah)

What's the business baby? Can I get in them drawes?
I like the way your hands rub against my balls
'Cause you the one, a nigga met at South Dekalb mall
With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all

135 petite, and your smell is unique
Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week
Oh, you a freak, I knew it from the first time I saw you
The way you played with your tongue, I knew right then I would call you

So what it is, they call me Super Don from the ville
And I'ma tell you like this, 'cause a nigga so real and stay trill
'Cause all I wanna do is just drill with that ass in the air
And the pussy I kill

And I feel, you love to fuck up on a hill
Suck dick from behind, and take nut in your grill
So bitch chill, and shut your mouth just for a second
While I lay this dick down on you just like I'm teddy

What it is hoe, ah what's up?
(What's up)
Can a nigga get in them guts?
(Them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut
(Been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut
(Oh yeah yeah)

Well give me your number and I'll call
(I'll call)
And I'll follow that ass in the mall
(In the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls
(My balls)
While I'm beatin' and tearin' down your walls
(Oh yeah)

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40 - Personal - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Personal
Artist: E
Composer(s): Kevin Davis, Louis King, Danell L. Stevens, Dulon Stevens, Earl Thomas Stevens, Tenina Stevens, Marcus Taplon, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
I gets a phone call about a neighbor
Daylight savings time seven o'clock at night
Three-way conversation
40-Water family member, cousin

Dude did you receive my card?
When did you send it?
Yesterday, should've been there by now
9-4-5-9-1 Vallejo, California mail box 9-4-5-9-1

Damn
Shit what the fuck is goin' on around here
Dude 'nem got some paper work out on you
They talkin' about makin' your ass disappear

Not like that, not my sa-hid-nab
They way to sharp
Guess again, you know your so-called homie
Your best friend

What I do, believe me you wouldn't wanna know
For what I did I opened up a drugstore
By all means, the scratch was the common goal
To cover team, I hooked up my fellows

Oh, what it seems, some fools get some paper and trip
They stick they ass in the air just like a bitch
Now whats the definition of bitch
A punk ass bitch that sit down when he piss

Personal, life ain't no rehearsal
Personal, this is what I jack for
Personal, life ain't no rehearsal
Personal, this is why I hustle

All this shit I gotta deal with
And every time I look around I'm fonkin'
When I strap on it, now there's work to do
Blood on my hand, I took a life or two

Laid 'em down like a hog
Bucked a nigga down at the mall
Semi-autos, macks, glock full lines
Quick to send you to the mortuary, yeah

I put this on my folks, it takes nothin' but a call
I jack for the beats or paper, cars, skank and all
(Dog)
Down for the cause, just like I'm down for a dog
Damn what you heard, it's all about what you saw

Why you up in draws, can't no you can't go skinny dippin'
Why you lookin at me silly hoe
'Cause I'm makin' moves, clockin' dough
Suga T, supa nice, from Vallejo

Oh, oh broken up like Freddy
When you really wanna see me in my teddy
(Teddy)
I got my machete, y'all ain't ready
(Ready)

Personal, life ain't no rehearsal
Personal, this is what I jack for
Personal, life ain't no rehearsal
Personal, this is why I hustle

Here they come slow it down mossey on the passenger side
Wit about a hundred and fifty rounds
That'll lay 'em down
See we from the town

Where murder for hire ain't no thang
Water splittin' 'caine
Bring the pain
When niggas get out of line and get to actin' kinda shady

Niggas don't give a fuck
We'll dump on you when you with your lady
Known to be vicious, a nigga will break your dishes
Get out the AK out the window blowin' kisses

You den fucked around with some riders
Hill siders, rippin' on chests and guts
Oh, how you fuck around with the quietest nigga and he went nuts
See I den fucked around and been in shoot outs since the age twelve

Shot my house up on graduation day
And damn near killed my first born and my sister
You gotta make more
To play more that's what they told me

I could give a fuck about you intended cops
That's what my daddy told me
I put that on my only son, my other seeds
You fuck with me, I gone make your body bleed

We got some funk with these niggas that can't stick in they chest
We chief the heat
The garlic hollow tips with the vest
Bulletproof ski mask
Raid they ass like the task

Get the jewels and the cash and send they ass first class
To a six foot ditch
We trippin' off that bitch
And that's the same punk hoe that was ready to snitch

On your whole team
For sellin' ounces of cream
You got emotional
That's why it's personals, bitch

Personal, life ain't no rehearsal
Personal, this is what I jack for
Personal, life ain't no rehearsal
Personal, this is why I hustle

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If It Ain'T Live, It Ain'T Me - Lyrics - Tarantula - Mystikal

Title: If It Ain'T Live, It Ain'T Me
Album: Tarantula
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Ward Corbett, Vincent Reed, Michael Tyler

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Lyric:
Why , why why why why
Cause I keep bangin' y'all mother-fuckin ass, with this shit
If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
I'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like this
I wan't-a load it up, cock back don't miss
Y'all ain't goin' believe this
Got the preacher's wife talkin' bout rock that shit
All they do is say the mans name
You watch how many bitches start comin', it's a damn shame
They know I got the wood for 'em
If they in the hotel room and get the dick, that's good for 'em
Big pussy and it's soft dick time, bitch I got to get'cha, mm-hm, uh-huh
Tell me what you goin' do
If you got your friends with you, you could bring them ho's too
Come and turn around, let me get behind you
Move somethin' for me baby, I ain't goin' tell no body

If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
I'm too hip to drip

When I'm here they got to have it
White lines so live they jump off the cabinet
It's Micheal Tyler not Black Sabbath
It's springin' hunter so watch out for the cat parrot
I'm a whole and kaniver, the hot enchilada, Big Truck driver
Hittin' hookers is a side high
Tuckin' guts stackin' paper formin' lyrics is my real job
Got my fingers and my shit tight
Got another album and contract bitch get right
Form a crowd like a fist fight
Take my time with it if it takes me sun-up to midnight

If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
I'm too hip to drip

I'm too man to try to handle, I'm too bad and loaded too for you to hold
Too tight to out-write, too strong to out-sold, too much to out-bust
I'll talk shit and cuss, foul-dog rimp and the walk talk spit crush
The paper towels and toilet tissue, start your engine set the table
Clean your plate and wash the dishes
Can I please get a source cup
And if they don't give me my grammy, feel so sorry for your mother
And after I'm goin' get Jive
I done bust my ass, y'all ain't do y'all job

If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
I'm too hip to drip

If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
I'm too hip to drip

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Comin' For Ya - Lyrics - And Then There Was X - Dmx

Title: Comin' For Ya
Album: And Then There Was X
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Hey Mimi
Word?
Get 'em boy, get 'em boy
Get 'em boy, Get 'em boy, boy

X is comin' for ya, can't do nothin' for ya
'Cause X is comin' for ya
Run, hide, duck, duck
We don't give a fuck, fuck
X is comin' for ya, can't do nothin' for ya
'Cause X is comin' for ya
Run, hide, duck, duck
We don't give a fuck, fuck

Look in the mirror say my name five times
Turn out the lights then I done crooked nine live
Don't get scared now nigga finish it 'cause you started it
Watch shit grow out of control now you want no part of it
Nigga where your heart at? Tell me what you made of
Already lost a stripe 'cause I know what you afraid of

We both know you pussy but I ain't gonna say nuttin'
Just hit a nigga off and you can stay frontin'
I gotcha back for now till I cased the joint
Plus give the feds a real good place to point
And laced the joint I ain't gonna front I had my hands full
Glad to be alive but you like that's that bull
But now you know what you get when you fuckin' wit
'Cause you shoulda left alone now you stuck in shit
Duckin' shit till that headpiece gets blazed
Screamin' this ahh cease to the grave

It's over at least for you it is
It don't think the coroner to see how true it is
I knew these kid but did that stop me from gettin' 'em screamin'
It was all for the money while I'm hittin' and splittin' him down
From his nose to his nuts
Fire department comin' put the hoes to his guts
Washed away just like dirt when it rains
And now because of you I hurt when it rains

X is comin' for ya, can't do nothin' for ya
'Cause X is comin' for ya
Run, hide, duck, duck
We don't give a fuck, fuck
X is comin' for ya can't do nothin' for ya
'Cause X is comin' for ya
Run, hide, duck, duck
We don't give a fuck, fuck

My real name is Damien and my girl's name is Carrie
That poltergeist bitch is hot but too young to marry
That nigga Satan be fakin' mad jacks so I taxed his ass
Every chance I get is just another hit

Another nigga split there go white meat another nigga
Takin' up room in the morgue under a white sheet
That's what you get for tryin' to take it there
But with this desert eagle in your mouth
You cryin' about let's make it fair

Sometimes it takes pain to make the brain a little smarter
When I think the rain will stop it only starts to rain harder
Part of the game is niggaz wanna become famous
And doin' the same shit I do remain nameless
I want house money, jag money so I gots to bag money
I ain't laughin' but yo it's mad funny

I used to talk about that shit you got
But you ain't never got that shit when that shit get hot
Runnin' up in the spot with two niggaz from Israel
'Cause it is real you did squeal now how you think your kids feel?
Knowin' you died a snitch I look in yo' eyes and see a bitch
Wasn't surprised to see a switch

Let's make it quick I got a flight at six goin' to Pakistan
So let this nigga know I know he pussy I'ma smack his man
Fuckin' willie niggas and silly niggaz
I'd rather be eatin' of a plate
With all them Baltimore and philly niggaz
'Cause I done took about as much I can stand

A nigga smilin' in my face like they my motherfuckin' man
Aiyyo it gets a lot worse 'cause there's a curse
That says "The reward for bein' real is a hearse"
Before you turn thirty 'cause the dirty shit you did
Catches up and get you right when you thought you slid
It's gettin' dark and with the cold to the heart
You realize you ain't gonna see your shorty
Old enough to walk for real

X is comin' for ya, can't do nothin' for ya
'Cause X is comin' for ya
Run, hide, duck, duck
We don't give a fuck, fuck
X is comin' for ya, can't do nothin' for ya
'Cause X is comin' for ya
Run, hide, duck, duck
We don't give a fuck, fuck

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Don'T You Ever - Lyrics - And Then There Was X - Dmx

Title: Don'T You Ever
Album: And Then There Was X
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Don't do it dog, it's just not worth it
What the fuck have they done?

Now, don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around
Nigga don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around
Nigga don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around

Aiyyo, I got a mean flow that'll drown niggaz, put down niggaz
Can't stand to be around niggaz if they clown niggaz
How many times, must I break the same niggaz off some dumb
So we know, where the fuck I'm comin' from?
Gun and ones, watch a black niggaz turn purple
With this fo pound, I bust mo rounds, in the circle
The niggaz that tried is the same niggaz that fried
So he'll never rest in peace 'cause of the way that he died
I'm Evil, like Kneival, fagot I'll leave you
Like I should've did your peoples before they could conceive you
How's a buck fifty sound, for a quick ass cut?
Here's a flashback, I fuckin' blow your bitch ass up
And it's no problem, handlin' a niggaz with a death wish
Leave him breathless, and hit his wife with a dead fish
Must I show this niggaz, I can throw this niggaz, I'll blow this niggaz
You can get it too, 'cause you know this niggaz

Now, don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around
Nigga don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around
Nigga don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around

I get pumped, just like a bodybuilder
And it's been more than a couple of times my pump shottie spilt a
Niggaz guts on the door, because he wanted more
Than he could stand, now him and his man is on the floor
That's what you get for talkin' shit you shouldn't got me started
You motherfuckers never wanted nuttin', but you got it
I shit on niggaz like a toilet
'Cause all it takes, is a second for it to get hectic so call it
How you want it? Punk bitch talkin' junk bitch
Fuck around and you'll be found in a trunk bitch
Niggaz is off brand like no frills
And I got more skills to show my fo kills, my fuckin' fo thrills
Got some cold shit, have you like "Oh shit!", don't laugh money
When I'm done with this nigga, I'm gettin' in yo' shit
Break niggaz, especially fake niggaz over dumb shit
With one hit, watch the dum dum split this bum's shit

Now, don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around
Nigga don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around
Nigga don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around

Fuckin' see some cats thinkin' the worst
Dumb cats, them cats sleep in a hearse
Where yo' guns at? Run that, see a niggaz thirst
Been there, done that, and did it first
Niggaz can't tell me shit about this
And I keep somethin' that'll hit, if I miss
One thin' a niggaz stay with is hot shit
Got this, what you cats want? Not this
I constantly got to remind young niggaz
Uhh uhh, don't do that, some niggaz
Think 'cause I ain't killed a nigga this week that shit is sweet
Fuck around, you'll be dead in the street
Red with a sheet, over the corpse
Shit is deep, so I shed a tear, over the loss
If you creep, then you know niggaz will roll with the force
Should've paid that money that you owed to the boss

Now, don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around
Nigga don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around
Nigga don't you ever fuck around
Nigga don't you ever fuck around
Now, don't you ever fuck around

Uhh huh, don't do it dog, it's just not worth it
Please heh, for your sake, hey hey
You know? Come on

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Bada Bing - Lyrics - Danger Doom

Title: Bada Bing
Artist: Danger Doom
Composer(s): Brian Joseph Burton, Daniel Dumile Thompson

Lyric:
Not a lot of bling
When he do the thing, bada boom, bada bing
From the womb to the tomb
Get that ricotta, bada bing, bada boom

Doom, your reputation precedes you
Wail till you crack and see what we do, you dweeb you
No pun intended, takes one to know one
We'll know, it's unscented

Yo son, demented when them sent it from the other time
Before everybody and they mother rhyme
What a crime beats is the same way
Make 'em wanna hit the streets with the heat for a lame's pay

Game day, flag on the play, improper helmet
Drag on the suede from the gem drop of well spit
He didn't listen, titty kissin' the city glistened
Dependin' on what from what position you're sittin'

In the pissy wind, is this thing whistlin'?
Who let the spinnin' whisperin' djinn in?
The Villain again? Without a doubt, that's his name
Don't play it out or spray it, when you say it out your mouth

Then gave him a cold shoulder for a hour
And told him take a gold shower for fakin' funk, soul power
Stocky, short and cocky
Looked like Apollo Creed after he fought with Rocky

Rhymed in a broken English slang, not cockney
Thirteen, his first queen wore hot knock knees
Had to tell her pops, yo stop cockblockin' B

Hold somethin' for your daily yay habit
Then go, bada-bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit
How 'bout the sicko say stab it?
There's liquor in the cabinet and a slicker for the crafted

And Heineken, I told him much obliged friend
What I gotta spend, if I only touch her thighs then?
Why his eyes widened?
He didn't know your man had a nice surprise hidin'
Took pride in ridin' in a sly wise guy grin

Real recognize real on the microphone
The wheels are mechanized steel
Please, at least respect your ideals
How you got her walkin' along the stroll in high heels?

He said her mama was gettin' old
God bless her poor soul
Now no more drama is your role

Straight to the head
He know a lot of haters can't wait till he dead
Lead to go, like a ho, to a strange whack housewife
Only thing he know will change his back do', how trife

Rules is rules, don't go there
Stay on sale like a old coat made of mohair
Keep a snotty chicken on E, the Lone Ranger
Why everybody always pickin' on danger and doom?

Maybe it's him
Called up my lady, told her baby it's slim
Make me up a margarita I need to take a swim
Tell them kids remember school, if they let 'em out, cool
But get the hell from out the pool

Hey shithead, it's me again
And you know what? I just heard, it's all done now
And somehow, I guess you must have lost my number
You know what? You suck

You suck, your music sucks
And I hate your sucky stupid metal face
I hope you burn, you're going down
This is the last big mistake, you'll ever make
You suck, I hate your guts

But, if there is another project in the future
Please keep me in mind, thank you

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Murkin Season - Lyrics - The Real Testament - Plies

Title: Murkin Season
Album: The Real Testament
Artist: Plies
Composer(s): Romero Graham, Ronell Levatte, Algernod L Washington, Henson Willingham

Lyric:
Ey, I'd like to welcome all you motherfuckers man
To the home of the goons,where the grave yards over crowded
And where chopperz is a must

You caught slippin' crackers goin' find your ass, not breathing
100 wholes in your ass with your body leaking
Nigga ridin' with 'em drums, nigga for a reason
'Cause down here we in the middle of murking season

Stay on your porch nigga if you ain't ready to make a shake
'Cause this the home of the bodies, check the murder rate
Money and ski's is the only, that'll be the murder case
So you better kill him if you don't want him at your court date

If you comin' you better come with 'em choppers and don't fake
'Cause if you bullshit, you're the one that's getting erased
This niggaz murikin' out pussy niggaz in broad day
Where-ever you get caught slippin' at that's where you lay

And like they say nigga no face, no case
As long as these goons are lurkin' these streets ain't safe
The more rounds you shoot nigga the less aim it takes
It's murkin' season so you pussies better stay out the way

Murkin' season don't end, this shit year round
It ain't never drop, murkin' season never slow down
It's impossible to many choppers floating around
These young niggaz they sick with it on that 4 pound

Lil cuzin' 12 and all he talking is murkin' now
Old lady said she got woke up by that chopper sound
Say she got on her bed and laid back down
From what I heard 'em crackers fired 120 rounds

4 motha fuckin' dead bodies laying on the ground
Niggaz bettin' on it now, who goin' get off first?
Running your fuck box better, what how you choose your words

That nigga sending threats pussy, you got a lot of nerves
Niggaz would leave your motherfuckin' brains on the burb
This ain't the 80's dawg, niggaz getting murked
Everywhere you turn you see dead niggaz ono t-shirts
Everytime I pass by the grave yard I see a herse

Not respecting these streets is what got you niggaz fucked
That oussy nigga ain't about it, he just know how to bring tongue
Runnin' your dick, suckin' lips would get you chopped up

I know plenty niggaz like you that done got touched
You talking loud 'cause you got a chopper nigga that ain't enough
I know 100 niggaz that got choppers but only few would bust
You got the mouth of a killa but you ain't got the guts

You got the front game down packed but you ain't got the nuts
You probably got off before but you ain't wack nothing
This the wrong place to play games dawg, the streets real
Trying to impress a mothafucker would get you nigga killed
Murking season is official, now this shit for real

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God - Rumble - Lyrics - U

Title: God - Rumble
Artist: U
Composer(s): Derrick R L Harris, Clifford Smith, Jason Hunter, Lamont Hawkins, Orlando Ben Irizarry

Lyric:
Countdown

Are you ready? Are you mad inside?
Got you strapped down to your seats
Outta the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip
God speed, approach follow my lead

Fire winds gust, empire crush
Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit' the rush
Untouchable chunk of air, wax and soul
Sound waves slay out the back, can't smoke

My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
Down slope, elegant as Fantasia
Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia
All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards

No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop to the limit
Night watch, pad mark, sparks spin a quake nuclear blast
Heavy on the cash, gimme what it takes now

Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble

The diabolic witty, dialect's darker than Gotham City
Wit' the possibility to stop your walkin' ability
God forgive me, spark enemies wit' pistol grips
The missile tip's impact hit you so hard, you shit through your dick

Official scripts strikes when physical hits
You physical bitch, watch for the imperial blitz, serious shit
Submit, subject to the wreck wartone and thought poems
Liver than WWF Warzone

Walk upon the guarded tracks, bodies collapse
Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks
Logical facts from the terror dome
Spill from the guts, trail to you puss from where you bust
In God, you now entrust

Dog you like hound and mutts
Pound pups get sound struck
Clown what? You'll get drowned in the cut
While crowd round up

Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble

Aiyyo yo, I spit bars
Travellin' tremendous speed measurin' far
Been bustin' satellites circlin' Mars
Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force
Of a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan Horse

Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic
Professional neck shit, left foes beheaded
This music is mind control like computer chips
Been doin' this for numerous years, refuse to lose it

Wit' turbo tactics, maneuver like a trained soldier
Hall of Fame flame thrower, take game, it's game over
Ayatollah, high roller nine totter
Mind controller, 2009 time folder

My coalition, bring the demolition
Wu-blade decision, slate the competition
Wit' no intermission, spittin' hazardous darts
Up front like Rosa Parks makin' million men march

Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble

Yo, who got next? Meth got next
I chin check, all these MC's line 'em up God, I [Incomprehensible]
Declare holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge
Police squads tryin' to bogard, we rip and rob

The boulevard ain't safe for your kids, that's how it is
In the ghetto, we ain't scared to death but scared to live
So Goldy, mosey to the spot, get that moldy
Rusty-ass .38 Special, niggas owe me

Slowly I turn, face the one and only
Naughty by nature, do my dirt all by my lonely
Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a bitch, I keeps a bitch
36 Chambers, enter at your own risk
Take that watch off and tuck your necklace
City never sleeps, streets is restless

Rap style'll slave you, when you least expect it
Pull the plug on your respirator, leave you breathless
Wu-Tang forever and a day, better warn your boys
I deploy battleship rap, seek and destroy

Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble
Rage, rock, roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumble

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Water Your Garden - Lyrics - Fever In Fever Out - Luscious Jackson

Title: Water Your Garden
Album: Fever In Fever Out
Artist: Luscious Jackson
Composer(s): Jill Cunniff, Vivian Trimble, Gabrielle Glaser, Kate Schellenbach

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Lyric:
Tired of the rain my love, I'm tired of the waiting
If you watch the sky with your eyes, you'll see the line I walk
I'm not afraid that's what I say here and now
Can you be brave enough to risk it all no matter what?

Who'll water your garden when you descend
Flowers can never grow in the snow

We all want a crowd by our side yelling loud
Telling us we should be proud of what we done
But it takes guts to give it up one on one and if you run
When you are young when you are old
You'll remember when you had the chance to have it all

Who'll water your garden when you descend
Flowers can never grow in the snow

Who'll water your garden when you descend
Flowers can never grow in the snow

Who'll water your garden when you descend
Flowers can never grow in the snow

Satsang gattve nissan gattvam nissan
Gattve nirmo hattvam nirmo hattve niscala
Tattvam niscala tattve jivan mukti

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Kanday - Lyrics - Bigger & Deffer - Ll Cool J

Title: Kanday
Album: Bigger & Deffer
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Bob Ervin, D Pierce, D Simon, James T Smith

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Lyric:
I met this new girl with big juicy lips
An' nice round hips, I mean her body's a trip
An' when I go over her house, you know what I like?
The way she tells me take it off an' never says syke

Yo, I'm never in need, she's feedin' my greed
She never waits for me to ask, she takes the lead
Her tongue is sticky an' hickeys are her specialty
E wants her, but she saves the good stuff for me

Her name is Kanday, she's dandier than Dandy Don
You're mad an' I'm happy that she put me on
I'll never leave her for nothin', only a crazy man would
That's why I had to tell ya that

I feel good about Kanday
I feel good about Kanday
I feel good

Now an' Laters, gum drops, jellybeans
Brothers beg for the leg, she's on the cheerleadin' team
It feels wicked, every time I stick it, that's right
When we're alone, she never ever acts polite

Hey, yo, she blows me kisses, she does my dishes
I wished I bust two an' she grants my wishes
She's clever in bed, she uses her head
She's the kinda girl that keeps a fat man well fed

Left to right all night, the chick's outta sight
I broke my lamp shade in half because I don't use a light
Man, she's juicy like a berry, chocolate with the cherry
Ask me if it's good an' I'll have to say very

Wouldn't leave her for nothin', only a crazy man would
That's why I had to tell ya that

I feel good about Kanday
I feel good about Kanday
I feel good

I'm feelin' gooder than good, if you wouldn't, I would
If you could, I know you could, she's kickin' back in the hood
When she starts to get off, she can knock off a cough
I know cough don't rhyme with boss, but she made me her boss

She's the talk of my room, whenever I'm in my room
My little brother loves her more than his favorite cartoon
Her body's bad, the girl's built, skin like silk
Wet, steamy an' warm just like a hot cup of milk

She's all the way live, keeps me satisfied
I don't go outside, I like to stay inside
Her ways are like a angel, with bright white wings
An' I'm crazy 'bout the way Kanday shakes her thing

Wouldn't leave her for nothin', only a crazy man would
That's why I had to tell ya that

I feel good about Kanday
I feel good about Kanday
I feel good

Ooh, you couldn't imagine, I'm lickin' my lips
If she was tea I'd take a sip, when I'm in gym, I do flips
I'm in love with the pizznoot, it's proper as hell
I'm hittin' harder than hard, always makin' her yell

She's cooler than an iceberg, word to the mother
In the house, down the steps an' under the covers
Right away, no sation, or frontin', or playin'
Or delayin', I'm never steppin' off, I'm always stayin'

Her mother knows me well, father hates my guts
He don't know when we're alone
She's always feelin' on my niggy, niggy nuts
For a snack, cornflakes, crackerjacks
Day after day I try to break that back

An' man, oh man, damn, you can't an' I can
Last time I saw her with man I had to shake almost hands
I said, "What up?" He said, "What up?"
"I took your girl, so what up?"
Gotta walk on the ground with a hole to fill up

All the boys laugh about her, Darryl an' Dewayne
Bobcat an' Earl, but they must be insane
Michael Spelling's on my side, an' Big Chuck, the Grease
She's my private freaky deak, my own personal skeez

Wouldn't leave her for nothin', only a crazy man would
That's why I had to tell ya that

I feel good about Kanday
I feel good about Kanday
I feel good about Kanday
I feel good about Kanday
I feel good

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Wounded Bird - Lyrics - Graham Nash

Title: Wounded Bird
Artist: Graham Nash
Composer(s): Graham Nash

Lyric:
I've watched you go through changes
That no man should face alone
Take to heel or tame the horse
The choice is still your own

But arm yourself against the pain
A wounded bird can give
And in the end remember
It's with you you have to live
And in the end remember
It's with you you have to live

Stand your ground I think you've got
The guts it takes to win
But you must learn to turn the key
Before she'll let you in

And understand the problems
Of the girl you want so near
Or you'll wear the coats of questions
Till the answer hat is here
You'll wear the coat of questions
Till the answer hat is here

Serenade your Angel with
A love song from your eyes
Grow a little taller
Even though your age defies

Feel a little smaller
And in stature you will rise
A hobo or a poet
Must kill dragons for a bride
And humble pie is always
Hard to swallow with your pride

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Johnny'S Gonna Die - Lyrics - Sorry Ma, Forgot to Take Out the Trash - Replacements

Title: Johnny'S Gonna Die
Album: Sorry Ma, Forgot to Take Out the Trash
Artist: Replacements
Composer(s): Paul Westerberg

Lyric:
Johnny always takes more than he needs
Knows a couple chords, knows a couple leads

Johnny always needs more than he takes
Forgets a couple of chords, forgets a couple of breaks
And everybody tells me that Johnny is hot
Johnny needs something, what he ain't got

And Johnny's gonna die
Johnny's gonna die
Johnny's gonna die

Everybody stares and everybody hoots
Johnny always needs more than he shoots

Standing by a beach and there ain't no lake
He's got friends without no guts, friends what never ache
In New York City, I guess it's cool when it's dark
There's one sure way, Johnny, you can leave your mark

And Johnny's gonna die
Johnny's gonna die
Na na na na na na

Johnny, Johnny
Johnny, Johnny

Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye bye

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I'M Free - Lyrics - Geoff Moore And The Distance

Title: I'M Free
Artist: Geoff Moore And The Distance
Composer(s): Peter Townshend

Lyric:
I'm free, I'm free, I'm free, I'm free
And freedom tastes of reality
I'm free, I'm free
And I'm waiting for you to follow me

If I told you what it takes
To reach the highest high
You'd laugh and say
"Nothing's that simple"

But you've been told many times before
Messiah's pointing to the door
And no one's had the guts to leave the temple

I'm free, I'm free
And freedom tastes of reality
And I'm waiting for you to follow me

He who the son sets free
Is free indeed
He who the son sets free is free

I'm free, I'm free, I'm free, I'm free
And freedom tastes of reality
And I'm waiting for you to follow me

How can we follow?
How can we follow?

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