Kick In The Eye 2 - Lyrics - Bauhaus

Title: Kick In The Eye 2
Artist: Bauhaus
Composer(s): Ash Murphy Jay Haskin

Lyric:
And he spoke of pastures green
I was never told why
Each journey lasts an age
And my throat feels dry
It must be the lesson
Hidden deep inside
It must be the lesson
So roll the tide

So I began the crossing
My throat burned dry
Searching for Satori
The kick in the eye
I am the end of reproduction
Given no direction
Every care is taken
In my rejection

Kick in the eye
Kick in the eye
Kick in the eye
Kick in the eye

Every care is taken
With my rejection
And my abduction
To my addiction
Every care is taken
With my protection
And my abduction
From my addiction

Kick in the eye
Kick in the eye
Kick in the eye
Kick in the eye

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Kick In The Eye - Lyrics - Singles: 1979-1983, Vol. 2 - Bauhaus

Title: Kick In The Eye
Album: Singles: 1979-1983, Vol. 2
Artist: Bauhaus
Composer(s): Ash Murphy Jay Haskin

Lyric:
And he spoke of pastures green
I was never told why
Each journey lasts an age
And my throat feels dry

It must be the lesson
Hidden deep inside
It must be the lesson
So roll the tide

So I began the crossing
My throat burned dry
Searching for satori
The kick in the eye

I am the end of reproduction
Given no direction
Every care is taken
In my rejection

Kick in the eye
Kick in the eye
Kick in the eye
Kick in the eye

Every care is taken
With my rejection
And my abduction
From my addiction

Every care is taken
With my protection
And my abduction
From my addiction

Kick in the eye
Kick in the eye
Kick in the eye
Kick in the eye

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Banned From Tv - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Banned From Tv
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Cameron E Giles, C Jowles, David Styles, Christopher Rios, Victor Santiago, Jermaine Baxter, Kasseem Dean, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
N.O.R.E, the movie, coming soon
(Timbaland, shut the fuck up)
Trying to be out in '98, you know [unverified]
(I'm trying to watch this movie)
This the real shit
(Shut the fuck up)
'98, it's ours

Ay yo, ay yo, regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales, choking niggas like I'm sprewell
Golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand
Blow you away like it's part of the plan

I gotta call it like I see it, talk it like I be it
Walking my walk, thugged out orthopedic
'Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up
Niggas try to stick me like Abdul Lerima, follow the leader

Make me go extra hard, yo Nore should I hold back
Or show the repertoire, quit at 16
Or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers
I show them why it's so hard to reach us

I get pussy with my fathers features
Puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70
Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be
Packed in like green bay, Harlem week to Queen's day

Performing acapella, no DJ, 98 live, no replays
Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend
That it's them again, nature Norega, wild gremlins

Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks, pour on the fort Knox lazura
Shark salad with cabbage, pork chops and apple sauce
Twin connection, disrespect watch your body cave in
Pump the shotty guaging, hit the shorty while he potty training

I ain't playing, I'm truly the worst
Simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed
Uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead
I'ma a bubble-head, I never listen to nothing my mother said

Ay yo, I hold niggas ransom for money
Like Johnny handsome been sonning niggas for so long
I think I got a grandson, my passion is money
A stash and a honey that won't ask questions but will blast anybody

That's my kind of girl, kinda of world I want to live in
Not a cell or a prison or in hell's Armageddon
Just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle
We know the riddles of life where others know only a little

Yo, yo been in rich places, sick places
Seen my story on 6,666 pages, wages, I wrote six aces
And at the same dice games, I caught six cases
All over big faces, now it's tipped laces

Ready to dig faces but the bang it ain't
Bitch spaces, niggas loading up they rib cages
Cats like to rip places
Bloody lip tastes but the Cam is in big races?

But I stay in import the pig places
But the world know the girl though
I fuck her off a furlough, she'll be up, hook me up
All your sales could be luck, only question for these ducks is

Baby girl, can we fuck? You the type that need a wife
Thought L.O.X. told y'all the key to life
Asshole, yo I don't play around, I lay it down
Fuck around, I spray around

Flick a biscuit, nigga risk it
My ass, you can kick or kiss it

Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this
(Bust off)
And sit the hot barrel dead on your lips
Like 2 thirds of a brick
(Paniero and 'Kiss)

And kiss the crystal white fluffy part in the
(Back of a whip)
(See the plan is to stash all)
And cash y'all
(The weed so strong)

They gotta put it glass jars
Niggas try to smoke me out
(Mope me out)
'Cause the rims on my new joint be poking out
(I'm about to have no feelings, shit is deep)

Do they dance with the devil when they sleep
(I wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit)
Shit that they kick in ya ear when your soul be drifting in air
My gift is half-rotten when I spit it tears

That shit'll drop down my eye, I'm too tired to cry
(And I ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die)
(They say you get what you ask for)
So get it 'cause you asked for it

(If a nigga ain't a thief)
Then he better have the cash for it and we gonna
Be around 'til ya body rot and if the feds bring us in
We get the same time Gotti got

What, what, what, what

Yo, yo, ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain
The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain
Ay yo, let's get loose, Hennessey straight with tomato juice
Queens stallion, my guns, fully Italian

Now y'all niggas recognize medallions
I play the best hood, o-t with Tim Westwood
Used to be on section 8, now my section is good
Thugged out niggas, we eat as much as we could

And I don't give a fuck what, yo, I save my shit
And I don't give a fuck what, you can save your shit
Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick
Listen to Bob Marley, you funny niggas like Steve Harvey

Fronting live with a weak army
I play the nice guy too, I'll smoke wit you
But the realness, I ain't got no love for you
That's why I never do a song with you

Not even if your baby's mom fucked the crew
And promised to give us head and swallow too
I still say no, no is no, no can doe
Ya, niggas drinking Hennessey, drinking my flow

Yo, thug shit thug shit, what, what?
What the fuck is the deal? Thugged out entertainment
Untertainment, L.O.X., Terror Squad
This shit is fucking official

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Heaven Ain'T Hard 2 Find - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: Heaven Ain'T Hard 2 Find
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Brent Jones, Ricardo Thomas, Danelle Stevens, Shaun Thomas, Tupac Shakur, Earl Stevens, Mike Mosley

Lyric:
Heaven ain't hard 2 find
(All you gotta do is look)
Heaven

Simply because you nervous, let me start off with my conversation
Hoping my information eleviates the hesitation
I can see it clearly now, catch you smiling through your frown
I'm askin', Baby Boo, are you down?

Although I know you've heard about my reputation across the nation
Mr. 'I-get-around', my temptation got me dripping wet
Perspiration, I'm activated by the moves your making
Baby why you faking? Strip naked get the love making

See it's all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine
I fantasize till that ass is mine, I'm never gettin' but wanting
Never touching but wishing a straight thug on a mission
Until I get what I'm missing, stop with the beeper, baby, listen

I know you're grown but pay attention
Let me hypnotize with my tongue kissin'
This is a message to bomb bodies and all dimes
Turn around one more time, heaven ain't hard 2 find

Heaven
Heaven ain't hard 2 find
Heaven ain't hard 2 find

Heaven ain't hard 2 find, in fact you can have it
Just have faith, just like a little kid, still believing in magic
It takes a lot of sacrifice with all the lonely nights on tour
I need somebody I can trust in my life

Let me apply the brakes, baby, you're moving to fast
My conversations are getting deeper but first let me ask
Are you afraid of a thug and have you ever made love
With candles and bubbles sipping in your tub?

Touch me and let me activate your blood pressure
This thug passion help the average man love better
Picture me naked and glistening beneath the moonlight mist
Take a shot of that alazhay come give me a kiss

And maybe we can be better friends, perhaps we'll be closer
I'll be the thug in your life, baby, and you'll be my soulja
And I know it takes some time and you got a lot of questions
On your mind but relax, in due time, heaven ain't hard 2 find

Heaven
Heaven ain't hard 2 find
Heaven, yeah

You think we all dogs, that's why you cautious
When I approached you been talking since you arrived
But not a word is spoken, through my eye contact, I wink
And you respond back, look at me, what's all that? Huh

It's like the closer you get, baby, the quicker I'm speaking
I got a flight out Chicago, let's kick it this weekend
I'm sipping Hennessey and Coke though addicted to weed smoke
I'm fiendin' for your body even mo'

Oh God, help me identify my truest thoughts
Your hidden motives full of passion who would of thought
Come hollar at me, baby, love me for my thug nature
Far from a playa hater, label me a money maker, straight heart breaker

Baby, we can be friends, I can soup you in my Benz
We'll ride, I'll let you floss it for your friends
Once we begin until the end, it gets better with time
I'm makin' love to your mind, baby, heaven ain't hard 2 find

Heaven, heaven, it ain't hard to find
No, no, no, no
Heaven ain't hard 2 find
Heaven, heaven, heaven

Heaven, it ain't hard 2 find
Heaven, heaven, it ain't hard 2 find
It ain't hard 2 find, it ain't hard 2 find
Heaven

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Hate Ourselves - Lyrics - Attenchun! - Bone Crusher

Title: Hate Ourselves
Album: Attenchun!
Artist: Bone Crusher
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Robert Barnett, Wayne Hardnett, Cameron Gipp, Michael O Johnson

Lyric:
Listen, let that music hit you for about 5 seconds
You know lot of thingz in life
Which the people need to get, need to get our weight up
Together the struggle starts today people
Listen, here we go, yeah

In life sometimes things ain't what they seem
Some say, they love you don?t mean a damn thing
Sometimes it makes me wonder why
This pain it hurts me deep inside

'Cuz all I wanna do is give love
But all day wowdees mean mug
So it brings out the thug in me
And all I want is my family wit me, tell 'em

To share in this love of life
For my lil' shorties to eat right
It?s the short life that we live
And there's a lot that you can give
Get up yo weight people

Tell 'em, tell 'em
Why we hate ourselves so
Please let me know
Why we hate ourselves so
Guess that?s how goes

The wars the battles the tussles the struggles
From nobody to a legend
Give in here, I command your attention
As if I was a band, you the people in the stands understand

I keep my lyrics slum and rigid
Young prospects watch, my feet don?t miss my pivot
Don?t matter my year, my gives stay consistent
I went from born to blazed, to beautiful days and beautiful ways

Laying down the truth for a bank head, respect it
I try to interject it, I say through the music and the medic
I'm dedicated to my pen and my pistol
My family and my hood I wish you nothing but good

Tell 'em, tell 'em
Why we hate ourselves so
Please let me know
Why we hate ourselves so
Guess that?s how goes

Oh, we don?t love ourselves
'Cuz we hate who we see off in the mirror
A people that don lied to us, in the quipped to 2 4 7
Show us in the good book, if we go off to heaven, reverend
We swerving in our innocence

Taking off in yo G 44 tell the truth about my ken 44
Po Po scared my up honey, and gave her a stroke
Jammed her up wit coke, strung out on soaps
Just listen a beat, ain't no love in these streets

And it?s a shame what a nigga gotta do to feed his family
Trappin', scrappin', [Incomprehensible]
I made my mistakes in the past
But I was young and dumb

Learn from the thug, learn from the bars
Learn from the ghetto, learn from the slum
I can't forget bout the struggle
I can't get by without the help from my sisters and my brothers

Tell 'em, tell 'em
Why we hate ourselves so
Please let me know
Why we hate ourselves so
Guess that?s how goes

Never say never, I'm clever
Cutter butter brother
Shut her motherfucker lips wit my clip
Take a trip, take you way up in yo whip

A legendary, underestimated, underrated
Hated by the critics, but I spit it, make' em git it
Kick it when I hit yo city
Hook me up with the best greens they serve

I took a bird in the red eye
I'm workin' till I'm dead eye
The mission never ends
I'm up for them lazy ass

Mo gon' clap dough, silly from they growth
True niggaz they know, stay together till it's over
Staring out the window of my old home
We older, I'm never sober, I'm never sober

Tell 'em, tell 'em
Why we hate ourselves so
Please let me know
Why we hate ourselves so
Guess that?s how goes

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Neden Game - Lyrics - Mutilation Mix - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Neden Game
Album: Mutilation Mix
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Utsler, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Let's meet contestant number 1
He's a schizophrenic, serial killa clown
Who says women love his sexy smile
Let's find out if his charm will work on Sharon
Sharon, what's your question?

Contestant number 1, I believe, first impressions last forever
So, let's say you were to come over to my parent's house
And have dinner with me and my family
Tell me what you'd do to make that first impression really stick

Let's see, well, I'd have to think about it
I might show up in a tux, ha, but I doubt it
I'd probably just show up naked like I always do
And look your mama in the eye and tell her, "Fuck you"

Hurry up, bitch, I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti
I kick her in the butt and tell her, "Get the food ready"
Your dad would probably start trippin' and get me pissed
I'd have to walk up and bust him in his fuckin' lips

It's dinnertime, we're hearin' grace from your mother
I pull a 40 out and pour some for your little brother
I'm steady starin' at your sister, I'll tell ya this
Ya know for only 13, she got some big tits

After that, your dad would try to jump again
And only this time I'd put the 40 to his chin
After your mom does the dishes and the silverware
I'd dry fuck her till I nut in my underwear

Now, let's meet contestant number 2
He's a psychopathic, deranged, crack head freak
Who works for the dark carnival
He says women call him Stretch Nutz
Sharon, lets hear your question

I like a man who's not afraid to show his true emotions
A man who expresses himself in his own special way
Number 2, if you fell in love with me
Exactly how would you let me know?

First thing, I could never love you
You sound like a little witchy bitch, fuck you
But if I did, I'd probably show you that I care
By takin' all these other mutha fuckas outta here

I'd go through your phone book and kill them all
And find contestant number 1 and break his fuckin' jaw, what?
Anyone who looked at you would have to pay
I'd be blowin' fuckin' nuggets off all day

I'd tell you that I love you, if you don't say it back
I have to chock slam your neck and dislocate your back
I sing love songs to you, the best I can
And then I club ya in the head like a cave man

Then we go to tha beach and walk through the sand
I throw a little in your face and say, ?I'm just playin'?
As you spit it all out, I rub your back
And grab your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack

Well, it sounds like contestant number 2
Is just overflowing with sensitivity, Sharon, it's a tough choice so far
Sharon, let's have your last question and see
Who's gonna have the rights to your Neden

Ok, if we were at a dance club
And you both noticed me at the same time
Tell me, how would you each get my attention
And what would your pick up line be
Who ever's the smoothest, wins

Ok, first, I'd slide up to the bar
And tell ya that I can't believe how fuckin' fat you are
I'd tell you that I like the way you make your titties shake
And if you lost a little weight, you'd look like Ricki Lake

Fuck that, you'd be jackin' me quick
I'd order you a drink and stir it with my dick
And then to get your attention in a crowded place
I'd simply walk up and slap you in the fuckin' face

Yeah, smack her in the mouth, yo, that'll get her
Tell her that she's fat, yeah, that'll work even better
Look, fuck you, I got a strong, rap shit
You don't want contestant number 2, he's mad whack

I walked into a barn and there he was
Standin' up on a bucket, uh, tryin' to fuck it
It was big, fuckin', smelly ass, farm llama
Damn dawg, how ya gonna diss your mama?

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I Owe - Lyrics - Welcome Back - Mase

Title: I Owe
Album: Welcome Back
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Mason Betha

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Lyric:
Uh, uh, come on
Yeah, yeah, come on
Yeah, here we go

They tried to imbed it in my brain and said I never change
Even when they need the anthem, they gon' say the name
With the Bentley or the Phantom, you ain't said a thing man
It ain't wordy plus it ain't dirty

Multi-millionare and ain't thirty
Anything out there, smooth and basic
Tennin' up, came from the school of Mason

You know what's up, even my Jews await this
You would be a fool to hate this
I came from a school of atheists, and still the same flow
Wrist looking like a rainbow and I know

It's better now, when you get rich, you wanna settle down
Full speed ahead, we on the pedal now
When it came man, you know I was never around
When the harm came, you know I was never found
But if I go, as you call, I can let 'em down

I know, I don't really do the weed in hydro
I don't really do the freaks as I hold
I know, I owe
I know, I don't really do the weed in hydro
I don't really do the freaks as I hold
I know, I owe

I wanna coach like new rap, pull out the plays
Like X's and O's, Crow 2's, protect my flows
I deal with ice and furs like Eskimos
Ya'll seen me high, ya'll seen me low
Ya'll seen me fly and ya'll seen me broke
Ya'll heard the beat but I brought the flow
I seen the goal, when nobody wanna know

You married now, what'chu mean? Ooh ma ma
Really in mind I'm like, ooh nah nah
I got millions watchin', I can't go left
'Cause if I do, then they go deaf

You know your man Tyson ain't been the same since Indiana
And Kobe ain't been the same since Colorado
Aaliyah, Left Eye, they brought lots of sorrow
Me and myself, I'm a hard act to follow
I know you type you gonna stop tommorrow, uhh

I know, I don't really do the weed in hydro
I don't really do the freaks as I hold
I know, I owe
I know, I don't really do the weed in hydro
I don't really do the freaks as I hold
I know, I owe

Change the scenery, ya'll ain't seen the enemy
No dro and Hennessy, I don't need the energy
Save this energy, fo real the entity
Back in the industry, just to let the sinners see
Meaning me and they treat me like the enemy
Yes, ya'll remember me but now it's like ten of me
They cloned me, it's like everybody owned me
Cuda tried to phone me but God already warned me

Feel alone, I feel like the only
All eyes on him, to tell me why they on me
I gotta eat, I gotta live, I gotta ride
I gotta teach, I gotta preach, I gotta tithe

So I need my money, right, right now
The realest thing in the world is in my life right now
I had to switch it up, kick it up, like, like, like now
I get the word, I put this mic right down, you write that down

I know, I don't really do the weed in hydro
I don't really do the freaks as I hold
I know, I owe
I know, I don't really do the weed in hydro
I don't really do the freaks as I hold
I know, I owe

I know, I don't really do the weed in hydro
I don't really do the freaks as I hold
I know, I owe

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Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Derek Lynch, Andre Weston, Willie Hines, Scheme Chris Charity, Sol

Lyric:
Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah yeah (yeah son)
On the mic one time (no diggedy)
For your motherfuckin mind
Ready to rock rough rhymes yeah
We're gonna set it off one time
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Here we go, yeah yeah
(Yo p, yo d why them bitches be on your dick, let em know son)

Cos I does a little dance, make a little love
I get the fuck down tonight
Yo I'm lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessons
I fry that ass up like I'm wessun
So come equipped and I don't slip (why? )
Cos if you slip I sink that ass just like a ship
I got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hip
Just in case niggas wanna flip
I see my niggas in sight, everything all right
Comin out of fuckin crown heights
Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders
My shit be on point like a soldier
It's the evil that men do, who we do?
I do you and your whole fuckin clique
Click, the gun is on cock, niggas need to stop
I wet that ass up like a mop

Well lord, yeah just to follow my man on the verse
It's the c-dogg yeah time to call a hearse
So back up off the mic and let me rumble thru your woofer
I got rough but know I'm a get rougher
It's the quart drinker so turn up the level
I came to get raw plus wicked like the devil
It's the no-hold-barred, shit is wild
I got the eye to the double l
And I don't be no rookie or no beginner
I gets badder than a motherfuckin sinner

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes
It's the c-dogg back with 12 new rides
Wit the ill all-out tight shit for your head
It's the man that'll make nigga's rhymes proper dead
So get ready, always on my worst behavior
Up in the booth yeah breakin mad flavors
So back up off the mic and let me show my skill
It's the scheme, yeah niggas got to chill
Peace to my nigga dl wit the beat
And peace to all my niggas on union street
And to ya fake ass niggas keep on walkin
A dl year, the whole e is talkin

Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don't front (never that nigga)
We're comin mad thick and we're on the hunt
So why you wanna test and end up in a mess
I'm comin mad wilder than the west
I leave you sooped like a sale, I never fail
I boost a track up like the third rail
Fake mc's endangered like a species
Your shit stinks like motherfuckin faces
I'm chillin and relaxin in the maxin
Your style is improper like a fraction
Yo I'm out to get mine (get yours nigga)

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Well lemme come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin it, it's the bubbly
Niggas know the deal I got the steel in case the trouble-be
Got more coupe-rs than isuzu, kid I bruise you
Abuse you, my sewer style will confuse you
I got the touch so niggas spark the Dutch
I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plus
We kick that ass back up off just like a lear
See ya and too bad I wouldn't wanna be ya
Y'know the deal when I see ya, nigga chalk it up
Cos if a nigga think he got the flow, I sop it up
So now get up so you can hear the rest of this
Yo boogie banger show them why we be the best at this

Yo, yo niggas bust this, a nigga do justice like day
We're walkin down the street, we're watchin bitches like slay
Niggas rave and rant but can't get it, dig it
Shit is on lock and motherfuckers can't pick it
I'm runnin with fools with more jewels than freddy blassy
My rap drivin niggas crazy like a taxi
Perhaps we should leave ya layin on ya back
I'm richer than richie rich and quicker with the gat, black
For the cash I bash ya head to make ya stutter
Then I hit you with the toast for fuckin with bread and butter, cousin
Nigga a-hah, laugh then stash the tracy
The limit's the sky, I'm stayin high like aces
But doper, my styles is fat like al roker
Chiggity choke a nigga to sleep, I don't know ya
Biggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine
Nigga I'm

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Son, ha, diggy das, diggy das, diggy das
Solid scheme, word bond son (shit come thick)

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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

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So Funky - Lyrics - Banned In The U.S.A. - 2 Live Crew

Title: So Funky
Album: Banned In The U.S.A.
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Composer(s): David P Hobbs, Christopher Wongwon, Luther Campbell, Mark D Ross

Lyric:
Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey
Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey

Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey
Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

I'm nasty as I wanna be
I express myself so vulgarly
Obscene, or whatever you wanna call it
That's why some suckas wanna stall it

Some people worry about the wrong thing
But why worry about what we're sayin'
'Cause we're gonna do what we wanna do
And if y'all don't like it, well then fuck you too

People don't know unless you tell them so
But it was cool when we were just in the ghetto
We didn't ask you to publicize us
But it was you who created the fuss

And blew the whole thing out of proportion
You should worry about your topics like abortion
So I fiend for the funk like a dope fiend junky
Fuck you all and let us get so funky

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Hey
Umph, so funky
Hey

Umph, so funky
Hey
Umph, so funky
Hey

Singin' this song, movin' along
Provin' to the suckas that I keep gettin'
Stronger than what ya been hearin'
Kid Ice is on the set, so suckas stop sweatin'

I kick it funky to show my courage
When schoolin' others, kick the knowledge
For those who hate me, I pray you'll miss me
If you find out you had dissed me

I'll treat you like a child and smack your head
Feed you dick, put you to bed
Look you in the eye and know you're fessin'
Make you take notes of the lesson

The rhythm is something I cannot hide
And I'm feelin' that I feel deep inside
So talk about me while I make my money
Kid Ice is known to be so funky

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Funky, funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Hey
Umph, so funky
Hey

Umph, so funky
Hey
Umph, so funky
Hey

Some say I'm crazy and I got problems
An evaluation might help solve 'em
The funky mack nasty, filthy mack funky
Stankin' like [Incomprehensible], the wino junky

Mentally scarred, always barred
Slightly deranged, a half way retard
Goin' off insanely, tryin' to retain me
Tried to capture my rapture but couldn't contain me

I put 'em in shambles makin' examples
'Cause once I get started I'm hard to handle
You can't keep me back, you can't forget that
I heard the chit chat, you said that I'm wack

But anyway, that's okay
I try not to hear what the niggas say
So I just fiend for the funk like a dope fiend junky
Excuse me y'all and let me get so funky

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Hey
Umph, so funky
Hey

Umph, so funky
Hey
Umph, so funky
Hey

Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey
Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey

Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey
Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Umph, so funky
Hey
Umph, so funky
Hey

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

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I Ain'T New Ta This - Lyrics - Greatest Hits: The Evidence - Ice T

Title: I Ain'T New Ta This
Album: Greatest Hits: The Evidence
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Marshall E Jones, Gregory A Webster, Leroy Bonner, Alphonso Henderson, Tracy L Marrow, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marvin Pierce, Norman B Napier, Ralph Middlebrooks

Lyric:
Come on, come on

Do this, ugh, come on, come on
Time to get wreck and kick the
So on and so on
The I C E T, O.G.M.C.
L.A.P.D., H A T E
(Ho)

Watch the mic blow
I flip scripts, and the dump drops the ammo
Time to get wreck with the new style
It's '93 and MC's are gettin' buck wild

But I ain't a nigga
That's gonna get left with a big zero as a figure
I'm gonna end up with a big sum
'Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one

Different, specifically I don't copy
Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy
I don't play one game
I bust about a dozen cuts on my LPs, none the same

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this, never been new to this
Nigga, new to this, I ain't new to this, fool, new to this
Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist

Boom, bam, I drop fat slang
When I used to hustle, used to be down with the crack game
When I was young, I used to roll with a street gang
If you wanna squabble, muthafucka, it ain't no thang

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this
Blow your dome, I hit quick as a pugilist
Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes swoll'
Thought I went soft, 'cause my records went gold
(Sucker)

Buster, you're a muthafuckin' punk fool
Caught you in your eye, while you reached for your tool
Now it's mine, and you're blind
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop goes the nine

Yeah, what you're dissin' 'bout, friend?
Sayin' I went out, but you ain't never been in
I got R E S P E C T in the industry
That's somethin' that you'll never see

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this, never been new to this
Nigga, new to this, I ain't new to this, fool, new to this
Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist

They can get a smack for that
Yeah, yeah

On and on, to the funk track
Back glass shakin' like shit, that's where the trunk's at
That's 'cause my shit's made for, niggas that are hardcore
Brothers is quick to hook a left to your right jaw

Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on
Get your clothes off and the fun on
Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on
Get your clothes off and the fun on

It's time to check cash
Jump in my 4, hit the switch and lay the ass
While the Klan try to kill me
But I wrote 'riot' on my muthafuckin' will, gee

So when I'm gone, it's on
Caps goin' off on the streets like popcorn
Talkin' bout Simon till the early morn'
Word is bond, but now I just cool
Bumpin' my Gang Starr tape, by my pool
I ain't new to this

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this, never been new to this
Nigga, new to this, I ain't new to this, fool, new to this
Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist

Check, check, I got problems with the press
Caught the punk in traffic, stabbed the sucker in his neck
(Ugh)
Punk reporter tried to diss me
(Ugh)
Now the muthafucka's history
(Ha)

I got to make a break hardcore fat tape
Word, I don't fantasize, I don't exaggerate
Just kick correct with the 1 2 mic check
Still quick to swing, take a sucker to the deck

I'm not the nigga you should step to like a sucker
Walk up talkin' shit, you best to be a good ducker
Your posse best to run from my gun
Keep my nine off safety, and E holds the other one
(Yeah, sucker)

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this, never been new to this
Nigga, new to this, I ain't new to this, fool, new to this
Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist

(They can get a smack for that)
And you don't stop
Fuck, fuck around and get your punk ass dropped
Yeah, Ice-T
'93 for the underground
I ain't new ta this

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What'S Clef - Lyrics - Wyclef Jean

Title: What'S Clef
Artist: Wyclef Jean
Composer(s): Graham Hamilton Lyle, Terry Britten, Wyclef Nel Jean, Salaam Remi Gibbs

Lyric:
{If you'd like to make a call
Dial your operator
If you need help, try, try again
Try, try again}

I got it started to my face
I got it started to my face, right?
What you thought
There wasn't gonna be no retaliation?

Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be kiddin'
You call my name four times on a record?
Hey, hey

{If you need help
Try, try again, try again}

Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"

Body moves, the battles, bullets, the lesson
You write about being a veteran but not a legend
Back from the war with thirty-two medals of honor
You claimin' underground but never been to Bobbito the Barber

Gimme them medals back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where the student kills the teacher

Any last words before I send you to your dream?
Hold my hands and pray

[Unverified]

You don't got knowledge yourself
So you don't know what that mean, aight?
Who supped you up to do the record
In the first place?

It lacked taste, you get "The Gas Face"
Like 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls

Under the conference room table
When you hear this record, you bound to go AWOL
I worked too hard for this life is serious
This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target practice

So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no heat
That's why your Def Jam interns call it, "Battle of the Beats"
You're weak nigga

{If you need help, try, try again
Try again}

Yo, this my question
What's your question?

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
What's Clef?
I'm not a Bob Marley impostor
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
Tell your ghost writers, "Go write something better"

{If you need help, try, try again
Try again}

Guess who? Uh, oh, uh, oh
Here we go, oh, uh, oh
Every two records you do scenario
You get the best MCs, how? To rhyme first

Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess, it didn't work on, "4, 3, 2, 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon is to call out Wyclef Jean

Not knowing that you callin' fire for your cremation
Jammin' and cool, sumpthin' like you

Jamaicans say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the pool
Let bells ring like Sunday school
L.L. Cool J is hard as hell?

So hard at night he's Jezebel
I heard the teller, Himmemel
How you think he wrote the song?
Rock the bells

Yo, Clef
I know you got styles but get back to the issue kid
This is real

Yo, don't get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll turn green
Your marriage is a cover up 'cause you use Vaseline
Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed
Knowing damn well that bad men don't wear G-strings

Another side of Clef, the face you won't seein' oppressed
I even got the Devil worshipers sayin', "God bless"
You star struck and I'ma buck you like Carlito
And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco

Wyclef, preacher's son, check the revelation
Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy Polygram for eleven billion
I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians

And I'll even, get you an ad in, "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper selling products for hair loss
The W Y C L E F, Wyclef
The return of 'Jack the Ripper' was only to meet his death

The next time, you wanna dis me for kicks
Get off my dick, go somewhere and lick your lips, bitch
If you need help, try, try again, try again
Rest in peace

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
What's Clef?
I'm not a muscle man impostor
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?

Watch what you ask for 'cause you just might get it
Yo, this is Naomi Campbell chillin' with Wyclef
I just wanna tell you L.L., your record is wack
L.L., why don't you just give up?

{If you need help, try, try again
Try again
If you need help, try, try again
Try, try again}

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