Listen Like Thieves - Lyrics - The Greatest Hits - Inxs

Title: Listen Like Thieves
Album: The Greatest Hits
Artist: Inxs
Composer(s): Garry Beers, Andrew Farriss, Michael Hutchence

Lyric:
On the talk back show
On the radio, at the local bar
In the hot traffic
By the red tail lights

Everybody's down on their knees
Listen like thieves
But who needs that
When it's all in your hands

And we take it down
To the end of town
Where they have control
But they're losing touch
When the lights go out

Everybody's down on their knees
Listen like thieves
But who needs that
When it's all in your hands

Everybody's down on their knees
Listen like thieves
For the end results
But who needs that

When you've got
It's all in your hands
It's all in your hands
It's all in your hands

You are all you need
You are all you need
And that is everything
So don't hesitate
There's no time to waste
You just do it for yourself

I said, "Everybody's down on their knees
Listen like thieves
But who needs that
When it's all in your hands"

You got it all, you got it all
It's all in your hands
You got it all, you got it all

I said, "Everybody's down on their knees
Listen like thieves
But who needs that
When it's all in your hands"

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Kiss The Dirt - Lyrics - Listen Like Thieves - Inxs

Title: Kiss The Dirt
Album: Listen Like Thieves
Artist: Inxs
Composer(s): Andrew Farriss, Michael Hutchence

Lyric:
Playing in the dirt
We find the seeds of doubt
Don't water them with your tears
Don't think about all the years
You'd rather be without

Eden lets me in
I find the seeds of love
And climb upon the high wire
I kiss and tell all my fears

Falling down the mountain
End up kissing dirt
Look a little closer
Sometimes it wouldn't hurt

Playing in the dirt
We find the seeds of fun
And we scream like alley cats
Tearing down what we attack
To prove that we are one

Cutting through the night
We find the seeds of lust
And lose our minds on one intent
These passions never seem to end

Falling down the mountain
End up kissing dirt
Look a little closer
Sometimes it wouldn't hurt

You know it wouldn't hurt, hey

Falling down the mountain
End up kissing dirt
Look a little closer
Sometimes it wouldn't hurt, yeah

Get up, get up, get up
Get up to the top, yeah
I'm falling down the mountain
End up kissing dirt, oh yeah
I'm falling, falling, yeah

Cutting through the night
We find the seeds of lust
And lose our minds on one intent
These passions never seem to end

Falling down the mountain
End up kissing dirt
Look a little closer
Sometimes it wouldn't hurt

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Red Red Sun - Lyrics - Listen Like Thieves - Inxs

Title: Red Red Sun
Album: Listen Like Thieves
Artist: Inxs
Composer(s): Andrew Farriss, Jon Farriss

Lyric:
Calling, calling, calling, calling
Yea
(Calling)
Calling on it
(Calling)

There's a red red sun
And I'm thinkin' of you
I tell it a story
As it sinks out of view

One sun apart
One heart within
Red sun shines on
Sees no tomorrow
Sees no tomorrow
Sees no tomorrow

There's a girl far away
And she's callin' my name
With a tower of love
And a shadow of pain

One sun apart
One heart within
Red sun shines on
Sees no tomorrow
Sees no tomorrow
Sees no tomorrow

Huh yea
Ahh yea

There's a red, red sun
And it's comin' for you
To waken your heart
Like you know I always will do

One sun apart
One heart within
Red sun shines on
Sees no tomorrow
Sees no tomorrow
Sees no tomorrow

One sun apart
One heart within
Red sun shines on
Sees no tomorrow
Sees no tomorrow
(Sees no tomorrow)
Sees no tomorrow
(Sees no tomorrow)
Sees no tomorrow
(Sees no tomorrow)

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Biting Bullets - Lyrics - Listen Like Thieves - Inxs

Title: Biting Bullets
Album: Listen Like Thieves
Artist: Inxs
Composer(s): Kirk Pengilly, Michael Hutchence

Lyric:
Don't you wonder is anyone that strong?
It takes me under believing what I'm seeing
I get so tired of watching friends go down
The hungry tiger, for all who never began

Biting bullets
Biting the clouds

Biting bullets
Biting the clouds

I saw the show shaking all the babies
Should I believe the parade of clever lies
Shadow of light in the shadow of death
There is no difference to all who never began

Biting bullets
Biting the clouds

Biting bullets
Biting the clouds

There was a time
There was a way to live
And it's no secret
That it won't come back again

I lose myself like anybody else
But I'm not so strong to make it in the end
I need some answers when the day comes crashing down
'Cause it's all over, when there's no one to be found

Biting bullets
Biting the clouds

Biting bullets
Biting the clouds

Biting bullets
Biting the clouds

Biting bullets
Biting the clouds

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Good &Amp; Bad Times - Lyrics - Listen Like Thieves - Inxs

Title: Good &Amp; Bad Times
Album: Listen Like Thieves
Artist: Inxs
Composer(s): Kirk Pengilly, Michael Hutchence

Lyric:
You must have heard of all the rules
Thick and thin teaches you hard
And all the tricks come back on you
Leave them behind
There's a better way
A better way

All along you must have known
Where your life was leading
The good and bad times
Where your life was leading

And I know you've been through hell
Yes, I know all about it
And I've seen your cool white face
I can't seem to care about it
Care about it

All along you must have known
Where your life was leading
The good and bad times
Where your life was leading

You must have heard of all the rules
Thick and thin teaches you hard
And all the tricks come back on you
Leave them behind
There's a better way
A better way

All along you must have known
Where your life was leading
The good and bad times
Where your life was leading

All along you must have known
Where your life was leading
The good and bad times
Where your life was leading

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Same Direction - Lyrics - Listen Like Thieves - Inxs

Title: Same Direction
Album: Listen Like Thieves
Artist: Inxs
Composer(s): Andrew Farriss, Michael Hutchence

Lyric:
And we all just need the same thing
I tell you what I know
We're heading in the same direction
So never let it go

There are few of us who will ever know
We're counting on every day
I'm not sure about, you're not sure about
Why things are going this way

Believe it, yeah yeah yeah
You can see it, see it

And we all just need the same thing
I tell you what I know
We're heading in the same direction
So never let it go

Believe it, believe it
See it, see it

And we all just need the same thing
I tell you what I know
We're heading in the same direction
So never let it go

I will turn around, try to understand
All of the feelings unsaid
If your serious, love is dangerous
It changes my world everyday

Believe it, believe it
You can see it, see it, see it

And we all just need the same thing
I tell you what I know
We're heading in the same direction
So never let it go
So never let it go

Believe it, yeah
See it, see it
We're heading in the same direction, yeah

Believe it, believe it
Never let it go
Oh, no no no

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5 Boroughs - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: 5 Boroughs
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Ryan Corwin, William Broady, Cameron Giles, Jeremy A Graham, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Joseph Ward Simmons, Albert Johnson, Keith Murray, Reggie Noble, Kenyatta S Blake, Walter Reed

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Lyric:
KRS-One representing Ma 6T va Crack er, Cercle Rouge KRS-One
Droppin' on 'em like this, pick it up, pick it up
You know what time it is when KRS-One comes through
Representing all true hip hop culture, you know how we do

How can they throw you in prison now for long years
If in reality the black man doesn't belong here?
Have you forgotten how we got to this place?
Why then are all the jails predominantly the black race?

If you don't teach me my culture, I don't know who I am
I don't know the difference between my enemy and my friend
So I'm robbin' and killin' I got nothing to live for
You turn my father into a boy, my mother into a whore

Now I'm hardcore on the Ave
Watching while people that got me to walk fast
After beatin' us, rapin' us and robbin' us
400 years of that's what's inside of us

Take a look at me now I'm really your creation
A technological anti-human mutation
A mutation of a better way of life
You first pulled the knife
But to heal it will take my whole life

I fought no force on this level
I listen to bass and treble
Thinking that the white man is the devil
'Cause who could be so cruel like this?
So heartless, so senseless?

But I'm taught by the devil
To grow up and be a devil
To do the same devilish things on another level
However when I act out the mission
You turn around and throw me in prison
You a sucker

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

You can kill a man by taking him out of his land
And putting him in a land he really doesn't understand
Then teach him to respect Greek mythology like
Pythagoras, Ptolemies, Socrates, these people are thieves
They stole us astronomy, mathematics, all tactics of biology

Even the concept of democracy stolen from the King Akhanoton
Put down the book, use your brain
If you don't know who you are you are clinically insane

The board of education can't see that
Well it deserves to get beaten and robbed by black
Give me my frame of mind back, give me my culture
But you don't understand that 'cause you a sucker

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

I see Beauval in the house, Collinet in the house
Sarcelles in the house, Cercle Rouge in the house
KRS-One rocks the mike without a doubt
Turning parties out, you know what I am about

'Cause we will be here forever I told you
Soldier floods your mind like Noah
As you get older you've got to pay attention
At how you livin' hardcore

You ain't a kid anymore grow up
To blow up the spot you're at
Learn the skill and go to the top of that
Cercle Rouge definitely rockin' in rap
KRS-One I got your back

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

KRS-One with the freestyle rhyme
Representing Cercle Rouge in France, all the graffiti artists
We like to break dance to the MC, yes, you know that's me
KRS-One down with the BDP

From way back you know we take it like that
Kenny P and Zizwe, Will-Dee, gods of rap
We do it like this, do it like that

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Fatty Girl - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Fatty Girl
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Pharrell Williams, Chris Bridges, Jean Claude Oliver, Keith Murray, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
F is for the fattys wearin' my shit
(Do you want me to?)

Girl ya taste like a cinabun, so sweet
From the thighs to the cheek, sex on the beach
Check the size of my meat
Call me da butcha

Ludacris king dingaling seat smusha
Sweet street pusha gimme that gusha
Nasty stuff look up I took her
Ran out of liquor time to re-up

Her comes her nigga who gives a fuck
Rap fame and plat thangs they can't hang
I mack dames and pack thangs
And act strange

Dingalang dangalang oh no, they can't stop
Take it to tha floor, back up and then drop
Efferfesent time, time of the essence
Make em' undress in less than 3 seconds

The whores keep steppin', whores keep slobbin'
Sex as a weapon clothes that I slept in
Streets keep mobbin' thieves keep robbin'
Get 2 to ya butt 3 to ya nogin'

Creepin' and crawlin' I'm incognege
Can't catch the balls then ya in the wrong league
Let a dog breathe and watch a pimp walk
Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk

Friskier dream crispy or cream
Ya lookin' mighty fine in them jeans

All you brothas want a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Who me?)
You know I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(What she mean?)
That means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl

International balla echie young birds in the coupe goin' echie
(Papi tell me if you don't feel me)
Easy I feel greasy when you squeeze me
(Stop the small talk, papi, do what want, please me)

I'm talkin' down, how smothered in gravy, Cool J be
Havin' young ladies bustin' like 380's
Lubricated silencer crushin' all challengers
Cats that be claimin' they glocks but really dilengers

Get it glock dilengers I'm big you small
More nuts on ya face than graffiti on the wall
(Coochi)
Hair like Brillo, cuttin' up my pillow
Got em' sayin, "hello" naked in a tub of jello

Still no competition, still flow nigga listen
(I'm not suppose to do this type of thing, I'm a Christian)
Amen, it's like a scene out of playa's magazine
Let them otha cats holla, L. A. make ya scream
(Ooh)

All you brothas want a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Who me?)
You know I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(What she mean?)
That means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl

Welcome home Murray

This is in thought of those broads who got the goods
For the chicks who don't, ehh it's still all good
Some broads got a automatic thickness for it
You'll soon get it just stay hard workin' at it

Goodness gracious good God Almighty
You got a badoonkadoon, girl don't hurt nobody
Toes all painted feet all out
It's a aphrodisiac for the mall without a doubt

Juicy, chunky, stanky, funky
Guts slappin', balls flappin' hit into your every fantasy
You got your tongue, clitoris, tits and belly pierced
(All that)
Necklace around your waist, toe rings girl do your thang

I mean in them jeans your shape is beautiful
And I'm for you by you like fubu
(Bitch you know the name)
Oowwee Jesus, Jo-Jo, K-Ci and Mary
Girl you don't know what you do to me
(Lord have mercy)

Ain't no doubt about it when she walks by tongues hang out
Eyes pop out the socket
Cats cringe a point like
(Few)
(Emmm)
You can see that thing from the front

We gas those up like full service and
Keep em' drunk like Kathy Lee Curtis
And when you shake it you rock my world
I done died and went to Heaven, you got a fatty girl

All you brothas want a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Who me?)
You know I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(What she mean?)
That means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl

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Chopped Up - Lyrics - Bad Boy'S Da Band

Title: Chopped Up
Artist: Bad Boy'S Da Band
Composer(s): Tony Dofat, R Hill

Lyric:
What's happenin'
This ya boy Chopper City
Ya heard me, New Orleans

I'm from the dirty but I stay so fresh, so clean
With all these throwbacks you'll think I got a time machine
Kodak moment, every time I hit scenes
'Cuz I'm a young [Incomprehensible], I flip keys

Alicia ain't, got, nothin' on me, I'm so shady
Tha Benz is delicious, tha color is all gravy
Please believe, my squad be them DBE
We ridin' in them drop tops wit them DVD's

Spree wells on them alloys, daddy I'm so jiggy
I flow so sickly, I roll with P. Diddy
Fa-Shiggety, tha thug shit just run in my kidney
Always on point ain't no nigga gone put no steel in me

Feelin' me, every move I make
It replay, EA Sports style, especially on tha freeway
Whodi so wild, I keep thangs that bark loud
Move the whole crowd, I suggest niggaz to roll out, listen!

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

Tha bad boy's untamed guerrilla
I keeps it rilla' man ya gots to feel me
Worldwide connected from Ghanistan to Philly
What the dilly? I'm in tha milli' dropped 2-seater
With creepers strapped with Nina's, fuckin' with senoritas

Jesus I'm just off the meters
Believe I still do got more stripes and shelves than Adidas
Slang base-n-ball like Alex Rodriguez
Put ya foggles on, y'all niggaz can't see me, like

I up my level a notch to better, I can make a hit, a capella
Ya can't knock tha fella
I'm here now, I ain't going nowhere
Believe that, love it or not the boy is here

The boy don't fear, shit I been bad since birth, dog
Taught to blast mash get the cash and murk off
Skirt fake niggaz catch down syndrax
Call 9-1-index, these niggaz is jive

Ya hoe, I'm all in that she lovin' the guy
Fa' sho', look at her now
The stomach taped with pies
Ya heard me!

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

I'm that nigga, I got clout like Big Guy and Busta
I'm that fly with big guns that splat guys
I shit pies, Van Diesel, Triple XI
And pull deadly stunts, just like I'm Left Eye

Ain't, no half steppin' to test mines
If ya, want it then come and get, I'll make a name for ya
You gone get, what the fuck you came for the chainsaw
Sawed off ya ankles

Play like it's slavery and hang ya daddy
I catch ya playin' me it's danger
Taught to rap make it crack snackle and pop
All out of type that's the way I act on the block

'Bout green dope fiend supplier keep a beam of iron
In the jungle full of thieves and lions
I am focused man, the bad boy soldier
Landed on the top I thought I told ya man, listen!

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

I'm a bad boy get out my way, 'rilla
Bust shots on the block when I spray, 'rilla
Ya get chopped up with the chopper
Ya dog ass gone get done for it, ya betta run for it

Huh bruh, ya heard me, Bad Boy, ya heard me for life man
This how I'm livin' right out chea' man
New Orleans, to the day I die, 3rd Ward, Uptown man
Ya dig, I'm a bad boy man, they can't stop me
Young City, ya heard me, dofat, holla back

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It Ain'T The Money - Lyrics - The Trouble With Being Myself - Macy Gray

Title: It Ain'T The Money
Album: The Trouble With Being Myself
Artist: Macy Gray
Composer(s): Pharoahe Monch, Natalie Hinds, Justin Meldal-Johnsen, Beck Hansen, Victor Indrizzo, Jeremy Ruzumna, Macy Gray, Troy Jamerson

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Lyric:
Heart of mine, milk and honey
It ain't the money, now we know
Doin' lines, ain't it funny
It ain't the money, now we know

After the money they lust sell their souls for the unlimited cash flow
In God we trust but that's never in class
Though Enron, WorldCom, CEO assholes
A monopoly to collect whenever they pass go

Big screen TV's, nigga please
There will be no alerts before they search the siege
13 hrs in the seal with the 13 leaves
13 steps that it takes to see 13 thieves

Hidee high, lowdy low
Get up and go to the show
Every time I get low
Get up and go to the show

I fell in love with her once, she was evil, I remember
Her 18th birthday she became legal tender
Some say she was heaven sent with skeletons in her closet
Traded herself for drugs and stayed inside of my wallet

I know women who couldn't have her who became alcoholics
In the fetal position bent over toilets
And calling for earl with pains in their bladders
So, people listen, when I tell you, it really don't matter

Betcha giving head to a movie star
Betcha gotta llama riding in your car
Betcha you gotta TV built in your jet skis

Betcha giving head to a movie star
Betcha gotta llama riding in your car
Betcha you gotta TV built in your jet skis

Hidee high, lowdy low
Get up and go to the show

Ain't it funny how the money
Makes the honey taste like nothing
You can't have no more, now we know
(Now we know that it don't mean nothing)

Ain't it funny how the money
Makes the honey taste like nothing
You can't have no more, now we know
(Now we know that it don't mean nothing)

Peace of mind, fill my tummy
It ain't the money, now we know
Hard to find, got my something
It ain't the money, now we know
(Now we know that it don't mean nothing)

Hidee high, lowdy low
Get up and go to the show

Ain't it funny how the money
Makes the honey taste like nothing
You can't have no more, now we know
(I'm in the kitchen cooking up food)
Now we know
(Now we know that it don't mean nothing)

Ain't it funny how the money
Makes the honey taste like nothing
You can't have no more
(Now we know that it don't mean nothing)
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]

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Blood Is Thicker Than Water - Lyrics - El Mariel - Pitbull

Title: Blood Is Thicker Than Water
Album: El Mariel
Artist: Pitbull
Composer(s): Armando Perez, James Pierre, Michael Cipriamo

Lyric:
I know y'all listen to my music
But what I'ma do now is I'm tryin' and describe my life to y'all

Sometimes I fell like I'm loosing it
My life is upside down
A gift and a curse that's my life now

There is no looking or turning back
I used to watch, watch turn to, turn to
That's what made me turn to rap

I feel like Keanu Reeves in the movie 'Devils Advocate'
Confused but blessed with extravagance
I thank God for all the opportunities
Given an opportunity, dem boys would put two in me

We live in the land of the free, hustlers and thieves
I made money, now I got uncle Sam hustling me
For a quarter of what I make
Hand a quarter sentence to a fake and watch them turn state

Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Until the Fed's step in that's just the way it is
Most of these fools are characters
Men with no character, welcome to America

Where we fight for freedom
If it ain't about oil than we don't need them, ain't that the truth?
Pitbull, I'm just tell y'all the way I fell
Thank God that God made me to keep it real

Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till the Fed's step in that's just the way it is
Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till that fame step in that's just the way it is

Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till the Fed's step in that's just the way it is
Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till that money step in that's just the way it is

Yo, after the turf war, the smoke clears
All these years around these busta
I'm convinced there ain't no hope here
In the past four years of my lifetime
I witness leaders sacrifice freedom just to get this pipeline

Guess, I'm chosen at the right time, mama stress
Facing the table and she's snorting up white lines
Blood is thicker than water in a few cases
Your daughter can have touched for the money that in dem suit case

Tighten my shoelaces, the fugitive's running
In fear of a criminal past 'cause dem folks is coming
I've been wrongfully judged, being from this environment
The city gangs planning retirement, I'm a dead nigga

Voicing my set 'cause I spray quick
Took some of the same steps through little Haiti as these main ***
Hitman, Big Dogg and SheHound
Y'all predict it back then, *** I see it know

Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till dem Fed's step in that's just the way it is
Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till that fame step in that's just the way it is

Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till dem Fed's step in that's just the way it is
Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till that money step in that's just the way it is

I escape poverty, I don't own jewelry
Mother*** I own property
You can send dem Tsunamis that hit Indonesia
B-b-but ain't no mother, mother thing stopping me

Like good, good I'm a good swimmer
God knows I done lost but ***dam I'm a good winner
It feels great to make something out of nothing, yeah
I'm humble but I tell y'all to *** a Chico's buttons

And watch how them thing get to dumping
Real-estate New York game now you saying something
I only talk about what I know about
Illegal turn legal this year that's what I'm all about

I'm from the South and I ain't gonna lie
Fist time I preach ye, till God struck me with pride
I was confused now I'm like let's ride
305 till I die, 305 till I die

Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till dem Fed's step in that's just the way it is
Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till that fame step in that's just the way it is

Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till dem Fed's step in that's just the way it is
Blood is thicker than water, at least they say it is
Till that money step in that's just the way it is

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Kiss Of Death - Lyrics - Kiss of Death - Jadakiss

Title: Kiss Of Death
Album: Kiss of Death
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): David Styles, Kasseem Dean, Jason Phillips, Andy Thelusma

Lyric:
They tryin-they comin' for my head po
They're tryin' to put pressure on a nigga
Huh, short notice
Got sumpin' for them niggaz though yo

I'm like the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is high
And it never was all of, so stop the lies
Mothafuck as'll blow your brains out, and watch you bleed
The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em watch your seed
You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed
That's why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3
And whoever die first, may God forgive
The nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz

To my niggaz when I die, keep inhalin' the lye
And come to my wake high, when your tellin' me bye
What goes around comes around, am I comin' or goin'?
All I'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, gunnin' or flowin'
I might cock back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha people

I'm lookin' for the devil 'cuz money's the root of evil
And 'Kiss won't be happy 'til my Bezel look see-thru
Until I flood N Y with pediquo and diesle
Catch me with the top, off my whip
Bust my gun while it's still tucked so you could hop, off my dick

I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice
Blue pacholies and rolies
At the mob meetin', keep quite when the God speakin'
Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' palm squeakin'
And nevermind who the lox'll sign to that's right
What difference do it make nigga?
Just listen to the tape nigga c'mon

Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die
Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes
Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes
Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block
Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop tell 'em

Everthing you get, you really don't expect naw
'Cuz when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death

Yeah, Yo, Yo
I wanna know, is the promise land heaven or hell?
'Cuz the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell
If you hungry, then I got some niggaz servin' the shells
With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill you
It's a small world, so you better guard your secrets
And it's easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it
Never was the one that like to hound no bitch
All I do is try to keep niggaz around me rich

Screw all-a-y'all cowards, I consider you lames
Had to save my lunch money just to get in the game
That was back when I used-ta have a mean back-spin
And no mack-10, it was just bats then
U know, beat a nigga down, take his rope
Now we-a, heat a nigga down, take his coke
And you can call me if you wanna bye them thangs
I get 'em half-price 'cuz papi know my name

Call me, Jay to the mmwwaa
And everything you got in your livin room, I got in my car
'Cept for the bar I try to put a little money away
'Cuz you know they say, tommorrow ain't promised today
Either bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between
Or have a grimie nigga like me, fuckin' ya Queen
And the Kiss only do shit with niggaz I know that's right
And the outside nigga can't fuck up my flow c'mon

Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die
Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes
Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes
Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block
Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop
Everthing you get, you really don't expect
'Cuz when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death
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A-1 Performance - Lyrics - Az

Title: A-1 Performance
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Geoffrey Brillhart Leib, Makeba Riddick, Curtis Aaron Richardson, Anthony S Cruz

Lyric:
Y'all can't be serious, this is A-1 Performance
Your boy wit' the million-dollar vocal chords
No more Cristal and DoM P, straight Gatorade
And they say in death, all life questions shall be answered
But this here started before the womb and will not end after the grave
Y'all can't disturb me

Critically acclaimed, verbally I'm sickly insane
Officially, I remain the Ripley's of the game
Believe or not, the hustler's here to retrieve his spot
From y'all dungaree thieves that mislead the block

No rehearsal, nothing's controversial
Relax homie, react, one response'll hurt you
I know death, I was there when souls left
Froze holdin' my nose, over decomposed flesh

It's deeper, brown reefer, no beeper, low ceaser
Outta sight, the life make the doe sweeter
The best Derrick Jeter, veggie-eater, half-ebonizer
Love leisure, crewed up, in the stretch 11-seater

It's either, move accordin' or, lose an organ
It's sorta like an abortion, you choose what's more important for ya
Pimp to poet, from prince to heroic to
Now, King of New York now, as if y'all don't know this

If you think you want it, you know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no
If you, if you think you want it, you know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no

I done did the ostriches, the gators, silver foxes
Silk boxers, rocked ice so obnoxious
Wore Pradas, Taj Mahal more dollars
What other motherfucker y'all could call hotter

Street affilly, sweet swisher, switch from Willy
This so amazing, MJ style the flows Cajun
Connect wit me, absorb, reflect wit me
Respect I'm so N-Sync, I could sex Britney

Been about it, no comparison, send 'em a stylist
They too old for gold, and they dress code is childish
I'm grown music, so I ask don't confuse it
Consider, I'ma soul food this Howard Hewitt

So's the don, so seductive overdose 'em wit' charm
Paranoid, sorta, so please approach me calm
Clothes and money, hydro, hoes among me
Emphatically, the truth is y'all can't take nothin' from me

If you think you want it, you know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no
If you think you want it, you know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no

Although it's all music, at times we misuse it
Confuse it, like we back on the block suited
Born-thugs now get recruited, but listen youngin'
You still a student I spit twirlin' tricks wit' a toothpick

Taught ya teacher, I'm the source for seekers
Resurrected like Christ off the cross on Easter
Zone excessive, seven different home addresses
So many years lost through tribulations, I've grown possessive

I, earned my title, I learned survival
Self-made, never too concerned wit' idols
The earth and the moon is one, and I'm the sun
So all competition is none, get ya gun

If you think you want it, you know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no
If you think you want it, you know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no

Nobody, doing it better than AZ
No, no

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You Ain'T My Friend - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: You Ain'T My Friend
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
When you born in this world
You get these people that you coincidently grow up with
And you get this illusion of friendship
You know what I'm saying man

But as you get older, you notice
You notice people trying to take advantage of you
You notice people trying to like manipulate you
Then all of the sudden, homeboy, it hits you
And you realize, you ain't got no friends 'cause

Gotta get on down, gotta get on down
Gotta get on down, gotta get on down
Gotta get on down, you know I gotta get on down
Gotta watch my back, gotta watch my back

'Cause I might get jacked, gotta pack my gun
Gettin' beat up ain't no fun, yeah, baby, baby
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah

We don't kick it no more, you ain't my friend
You need to pay me back my ends 'cause you ain't my friend
Stop drinkin' my gin, you ain't my friend
You ain't my friend, you ain't my friend

You be pinchin' my sack 'cause you ain't my friend
Talkin' all behind my back 'cause you ain't my friend
Yo man it's all good but you ain't my friend
'Cause we from the same hood but you ain't my friend

Droppin' dope in my yard, you ain't my friend
Tryin' to scope out my broad 'cause you ain't my friend
Never visit me in jail, you ain't my friend
Never post my bail 'cause you ain't my friend

When it comes to friends I ain't got none
All I got is a double barrel shotgun
I can't stand a useless man that has no plan
Lookin' at me with an empty hand

You always talkin' but you never listen
When you ride in my car CDs come up missin'
And that's strange
Damn, what happened to my loose change

If I remember correctly, you was flat broke
Now you eatin' on chips and drinkin' on a soda LOC
Lookin' at me smilin'
But yo I need some gas and my stomach is growlin'

Fools always act like they down with me
But they never wanna go outta town with me
Flip about four or five pounds with me
Get a motel sleep on the ground with me

But when I get back with my money stacked
All the homies start beggin' and talkin' smack
Tryin' to scheme and plot on the cash I got
A 'cause go head and shake the spot

We don't kick it no more, you ain't my friend
You need to pay me back my ends 'cause you ain't my friend
Stop drinkin' my gin, you ain't my friend
You ain't my friend, you ain't my friend

You be pinchin' my sack 'cause you ain't my friend
Talkin' all behind my back 'cause you ain't my friend
Yo man it's all good but you ain't my friend
'Cause we from the same hood but you ain't my friend

Droppin' dope in my yard, you ain't my friend
Tryin' to scope out my broad 'cause you ain't my friend
Never visit me in jail, you ain't my friend
Never post my bail 'cause you ain't my friend

I used to be a gang member, now I'ma gangsta
I don't trust he she him nor her, there's no honor among thieves
Everybody got tricks up they sleeves
You say you my friend but that's a bunch of noise

I stopped kickin' back with my homeboys
That same mother fucker that's shakin' ya hand
Be the first one to rat to the police man
Just when you think you've found a buddy

Get drunk and your buddy start actin' nutty
Now isn't this an excellent adventure
He turned on you like a Doberman pincher
Crazy, as it seems, Afroman gotta million dreams

I can't hang with ya'll and drink alcohol
Get into a brawl over nothing at all
I got plans but you don't believe 'em
Hangin' round you I'll never achieve 'em

Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
A, this one for all the loners out there
I ain't got no family, I ain't got no friends
Only thing that I have is a big fat bottle of gin

Make me feel all right, make me feel all right
Soothe me till I'm satisfied, yeah make me feel all right
I got the gangsta blues, yeah got the gangsta blues
Stacy Adams shoes with the gangsta blues

Do the crip walk, do the crip walk
A everybody, do the crip walk
A 'cause, do the crip walk
Do the crip walk, do the crip walk

Nobody loves me but my mama and I think she's lying too
I could never be your friend homeboy and I ain't trying to
Women can't stand, Afroman
Cops can't stand, Afroman

My wife can't stand, Afroman
My kids can't stand, Afroman
My mama can't stand, Afroman
My daddy can't stand, Afroman

'Cause I'ma gangsta baby, I'ma gangsta baby
I'ma hustler sug, I'ma hustler sug
Ain't got no job, ain't got no friends
But whatever you need, baby I'm gonna get

'Cause I'ma hustler baby, I made my point
So pass the joint, can I get a light?
That's all right

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I Never Liked Ya Ass - Lyrics - Dj Kayslay

Title: I Never Liked Ya Ass
Artist: Dj Kayslay
Composer(s): Corey Todd Woods, Michael R Theodore, Joseph Cartagena, Brad Jordan, Lamont Porter

Lyric:
Don't see Kay in these motherfuckin' streets dog
Nigga walkin' around in this motherfucker
Lookin' shocked and stupid, baby
We runnin' these motherfuckin' streets for real

Kay Slay, holla at goddamn baby
Kay Slay, they don't want me out here
They don't want you out here, dog
This is motherfuckin' Face Mob, Kayslay, New York City

Holla at ya goddamn baby
We don't rock no motherfuckin' ice, baby
We rock this real shit, dog
And if you think a nigga bullshittin'
Come fuck wit it, it's goin' down

Let's put an ending to chatter, nigga, see me in gloves
I'm the poof in the booth, bitch, read it in blood
It's Face at you, freezin' motherfuckers like a statue
I got a loaded Kay Slay pointed at you

The end of your beginning, before you even get it started
You fucked up, now you in the presence of a heartless
Nigga, from out the gutter, spit it and don't stutter
I'm a gangsta, raised around the dope fiends and hustlers

But silence is golden, and the streets don't talk
Don't let shit slide, 'cause beef don't walk
We attack hoes, fuck a nigga with whack flows
I'm the last of a dying, bitch, act like you don't know

I'm the reason you niggas walk around thug
Just remember, I'm the one made, you can get touched
So what you fittin' to put a record out, you a motherfuckin' sellout
Slay told me to knock your ass out

And you was right, I never liked ya motherfuckin' ass
To start with, you know, it's better get your self regardless
And Kay, bitch, you picked the right nigga to play with
Now you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit

And you was right, I never liked ya motherfuckin' ass
To start with, you know, it's better get your self regardless
And Kay, bitch, you picked the right nigga to play with
Now you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit

Snow white five glendin', the elevator with the crib
Blend with it kid, I feel one of them Bill Clinton's
Mills is spent, still don', still rentin'
Still yacht flyin', still killin' fish, still killin' clicks

The fifth out, don't even breathe out
And gonna with the ill thieves, slick hammers, we all fam
What, pull out the four, pop the truck, see the luxury morgue
The casket leather, the python seeks your dog

Flashback, he and them Benz's lenses
Actin' like he did ten sentences, son ain't real
He got excited, parked the truck, just leaned the lighter
Twist the blunt, sat back, son beepin', we drove off

It's money on it, until them young niggas don' on it
Devour the snitches, you get on, you born with it
Make a toast for hours, for all the money and power
The right division, don't never let corns get it, drama

And you was right, I never liked ya motherfuckin' ass
To start with, you know, it's better get your self regardless
And Kay, bitch, you picked the right nigga to play with
Now you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit

And you was right, I never liked ya motherfuckin' ass
To start with, you know, it's better get your self regardless
And Kay, bitch, you picked the right nigga to play with
Now you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit

Pass the rock, you niggas gassed a lot
I never liked ya ass, but then again, you can't be shocked
Most feared in this rap game, and ain't for frontin'
Best believe when shit pop off, I'm blazin' somethin'

It's the J to the Izzo, you know the rest
Nigga can't get a Twiz-O, but flow the best
I've been doin' this for years, ruinin' careers
Niggas never wanna listen 'til the toolies in the air

It's the kid that don't be givin' a fuck, I hold a shit outta grudge
The type of nigga that'll spit at the judge
Niggas gettin' gelled, they say I'm livin' it up
'Cuz I'm at Hollywood with Denzel, flickin' it up

I play the corner when the shit is hot, summer time in the X
Kay Slay got the shit on lock
That's where you go to find the God body
Second to none, unless you compare him to John Gotti, God

And you was right, I never liked ya motherfuckin' ass
To start with, you know, it's better get your self regardless
And Kay, bitch, you picked the right nigga to play with
Now you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit

And you was right, I never liked ya motherfuckin' ass
To start with, you know, it's better get your self regardless
And Kay, bitch, you picked the right nigga to play with
Now you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit

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Thug Alwayz - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Thug Alwayz
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Janie Bradford, Steven Howse, C Scruggs, Gloria Jones, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
It's 1999
Guess what?
The motherfuckin' real thugs is in this motherfucker now

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Niggas look out
And we in the motherfucker house
We in here now
It's going down steepin' through the crowd
Sippin' on Henny we get wild
Niggas lookin' fool
If he even move and step like he hatin', knock him out
And then keep stompin' his head in the ground

And drag him out onto the dance floor
Tell him what to stand for
Now when they came they had they pants on
We beat bitches up out their britches
Lets show 'em how to tear up a club
When they be fuckin' with the thugs
Nigga, we come to party
But I'll fuck up somebody

But y'all ain't feelin' me
Is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit y'all?
If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags
Then you should meet us, see how fast we slash your ass
You wanna rumble?
I'm sick of bein' humble
Give ya everything you come here for so come on, ho
Sawed Off Slim, it don't matter

I got somethin' for him and him
And then them niggas that you bring back thinkin' you can win
Fuck your friends
Everybody talk that shit, nigga
Oh, yeah I know it
But who gonna show it, and who the ho is?
I bet a million bucks it's not us
Yeah, we might not get everybody

Somebody gonna get fucked up
(Fucked up)
You wanna come test me now?
Come now say, come now challenge me
Let a real niggas handle my business
I'm gonna finish I gotta end this, I'ma diminish this
Come follow my prophet, seeking gifts
It ain't no stoppin' me, I gotta clock G's

T H U G, pop niggas they D E A D
Bet a thug don't test me boy I trust my dogs
Hit 'em up with a left, right, spot 'em with the beam
There's five trues of mine
What am I?
A thug always
Remember the way they played back in the day
Hit 'em with AK, y'all made to hate me, baby

Woo! We comin' to really make y'all feel us
Remember that nigga Eazy-E
Labelled me and my trues black nigga killers
Nigga, the realer gravedigger, brew-swig and love bud
And if you think you can hang
Then come fuck with a thug
And I don't give a fuck if you a crip or you a blood
But when you see a thug you better show some love

Got damn, it feel good to be a thugsta
Gettin' high, smokin' weed all day
Ain't got to listen to no bitches and I'm disrespectin' laws
Just doin' it the Bone Thug way
Yeah, nigga, you gotta be crazy fuckin' with Layzie
And all these Mo Thug killers
We them ex-dope dealers and natural born cap peelers
Feel us nigga, if you want ain't of that high captain here

We kickin' that raw shit
Fuck the law shit, been screamin' it for years
Ain't no fear in my heart thanks to the Lord up above
And I got a grudge against niggas that judge, give 'em no mercy, no love
Let me see you shoot that motherfucker shoot that nigga
Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin' niggas spit that fire
We don't need no water, let this motherfucker burn, baby
And I know they hate me say lately, Layzie actin' shady

Hey, I'm the number 1 assassin, guess they just can't understand
I fear no man, put it on my number 1 fan
'Cause I'm a stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own
The city of Thieves is my home and I don't trust nann nigga
My mentality is thug, runnin' the streets sellin' drugs
Off this nigga gettin' buzzed packin' heat off in the club
Nigga what? Nigga what?
They sayin' that Bone was split up

Just niggas jealous tellin' rumors and lies
Can eat a dick up, nigga

Nigga, stay real
Thugs get high
Why you call yourself a thug?
That's how I feel inside
And we don't wanna hurt nobody, 'body
But your fuckin' with us and we shootin' up the party
Even if you was talkin' some of that Bone shit we sayin'
Then you can bring it on because we ready, we ready

Fuckin' with us is like fuckin' with no condom
That's dumb, better play with your son
Nigga, I ain't the one
Ain't a thang changed, niggas still the same, made a little change
Sendin' bullets to brain, fuck around man
Nine millimeter come and get some, get some
Shoot 'em with them hollows 'cause you know he's got his vest on
And you didn't want it to come to this, did you?

Fuckin' with them thugs, them niggas roll through
If you really want some run
(Better run)
Fuckin' with thug niggas run, run
Yeah say nigga come on
We ready for combat but y'all ain't ready
Carry a deadly machete, shred 'em, they stretched
Now they human spaghetti

Steady smooth and very eager to bury enemies
If it be necessary, then nigga wet 'em
(Go)
And I better go get 'em
We pickin' 'em off with the heater 9-millimeter
Shit to sweep the streets make niggas retreat
That's heat
Now, I repeat if you want some nigga come and get it

'Cause we still five live and vicious
Don't get it twisted motherfucker
Run up on us whenever ya wanna get down and dirty
Still stand in the Land with the slugs and my gun in my hand
Krayzie, Layzie, bizzy, wish and flesh
Put it down to the North, South, East and West
From back in the day we claimin' the thuggish ruggish
No need to change it

Now everybody a thug
If you real throw it up but if it's fake
Kill 'em and put 'em in with the rest of them phonies
Fuck 'em and yes it's like that

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh
...

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3 A. M. - Lyrics - Honor Among Thieves - Edwin Mccain

Title: 3 A. M.
Album: Honor Among Thieves
Artist: Edwin Mccain
Composer(s): Edwin C Mccain

Lyric:
It's 3:00 A.M.
I'm awake and my heart is still dreaming
It's 3:00 A.M.
And outside I hear the souls still screaming

It's been so long
You know since my head's been this clear
Its just like a ship lost in the night
I just don't know which way I should steer

But I'll keep chasing my dreams
And only you can make them real
And I pour my heart out every night
But do you know the way that I feel?

Sometimes this is work
And don't you know sometimes this is play?
'Cause sometimes you're listening to me
But sometimes you don't hear a damn word that I say

Sometimes there's a girl
And sometimes I go home alone
And I guess it's no wonder right now
And that I do very well on my own

But I'll keep chasing my dreams
And only you can make them real
And I pour my heart out every night
Do you know the way that I feel?

And I will play
Just as long as you will listen
Now I'm in no big hurry
To get back on the road

Sometimes in this lifestyle
I feel like there's so much I'm missing
Well I'm missing you
It's just that I'm so far from home

It's 3:00 A.M.
I'm awake and my heart, still dreaming
It's 3:00 A.M.
Outside I hear the souls still screaming

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Now - Lyrics - Coming of Age - Memphis Bleek

Title: Now
Album: Coming of Age
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Malcolm Selwyn Byer, Malik Deshawn Cox

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Lyric:
I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
Belly, but I'm still starve, can I eat now, live complete?
Now, told by the older God never put the heat down

I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
Belly, but I'm still starve, can I eat now, live complete?
Now, told by the older God never put the heat down

Far from reaper humbo meat now
Fuck with the winners, bitches listen when I speak
Got on some rap shit, find it hard to creep
Now I'm on point and move deep more relete
Could clap you but ain't nothing like a beat down
We swept down these streets now like community service
Reach your faith, face defeat now, we hipodermic
Get in your skin niggas, want beef now?
Bring it on when we born, ain't no rebound

The war on son, no time for sleep now
Get your guns, no surrender, no retreat
Now you violated dog blood, got alete
Your whole life is down hill in type
Deep down, it's deep now, watch and separate
The wolf from the sheep now
May you rest ever last in peace regions compete
This year is our year knowledge

I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
Belly, but I'm still starve, can I eat now, live complete?
Now, told by the older God never put the heat down

I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
Belly, but I'm still starve, can I eat now, live complete?
Now, told by the older God never put the heat down

Aiyyo, half Wais is on this crawl thorough
Doing ten miles per on a sneak with no doubt
In for way make the gun peak out just to sent a message
Let for shots sneak out front, I don't hesitate to reach now
You think you nice but your dealer
Your contract can con preach now
Chicken uses to front but they on my meat now
Catch me in the park after dark with seats down

I was known for enemy layin' your feet down
Now I'm known for shit, one hundred degrees
Now my style use to be just sick but it's disease
Now take a one on one to this catch ya freeze now
Death to enemy's, life to the family, peace to my killers up north
Who ever ran with me, I'm still moving with the canners G
For the money, there no problem pleadin' the asanding

I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
Belly, but I'm still starve, can I eat now, live complete?
Now, told by the older God never put the heat down

I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
Belly, but I'm still starve, can I eat now, live complete?
Now, told by the older God never put the heat down

Yo, never put the heat down, creep without a three pound
Roll deep now, speak with a street sound, who fuckin' with Bleek
Now seeing me don't eat, how I take from the fradout
I'm looking, pass trial, blast out if they ever rush the crack house
Throw the stash out, blow the spot, pull a path out, leave no evidence
Gettin' caught that arellvne sitt'n in the system with some drugs
I can't settle it, my belly full now, so I went thorough hood now
Look good now, old beef is cook now, in other words shook now
I put my thing down, Bleek still aim wild and slang vows

I remain brave child through a bangout smoke and hangout
I duck thieves and play cops game
Hot bubble, hard jungle, scar them, cat moving the cocaine
I went the thug route, my eight the snug route, ten in my truckout
Old drum, I bluff out no gun, in curse words got you niggas
'Cuz I heard, heard and it's first, I'm a cat who get my money right
'Cuz ain't fun in life, if you runnin', I'm runnin' lite in the black V
Find a rapper who can match Bleek, sent him to the brooks
(Brooklyn)
I'm show 'em where the gats be, mothersfucker

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