For Real - Lyrics - Bravebird - Amel Larrieux

Title: For Real
Album: Bravebird
Artist: Amel Larrieux
Composer(s): Amel Larrieux, Guesley Larrieux

Lyric:
I can run, I can race for hours
And hours and don't stop
I can float
I can fly us to the highest mountain tops

I can breathe you, I can drink in your laugh
I can, l can live on your smile
I can trip and if I can fall into your arms
I can stay there my whole life

I can live, I can love, I can be better with you
For real
I can hear, I can feel, I can see, I can tell
You are for real

I can live, I can love, I can be better with you
For real
I can hear, I can feel, I can see, I can tell
You are for real

I can stare, I can memorize your face
Your hands, your hair
Every part of you
I can cut off any of loose ends and not even wanna keep a few

I can speak to you so honestly
I can't even run any game
I can hear a million angels singing in my ears
When I say your name

I can live, I can love, I can be better with you
For real
I can hear, I can feel, I can see, I can tell
You are for real

I can live, I can love, I can be better with you
For real
I can hear, I can feel, I can see, I can tell
You are for real

I can't smile, can't dream like a child
Can't feel safe in this wide world without you
I can't go, can't disturb this flow
Can't begin to know what I would do

I can't see, can't find strength to be
Rather not be me without you
I can't deal, I can't even feel
Without you I'm not real

I can live, I can love, I can be better with you
For real
I can hear, I can feel, I can see, I can tell
You are for real

I can live, I can love, I can be better with you
For real
I can hear, I can feel, I can see, I can tell
You are for real

I can live, I can love, I can be better with you
For real
I can hear, I can feel, I can see, I can tell
You are for real

I can live, I can love, I can be better with you
For real
I can hear, I can feel, I can see, I can tell
You are for real

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Live For This - Lyrics - Hatebreed

Title: Live For This
Artist: Hatebreed
Composer(s): James Shanahan

Lyric:
Let's go

Live for this, live, live
Live for this
Live for this, live, live
If you don't live for something, you'll die for nothing

Through the best and the worst
The struggle and sacrifice
For the true who've remained and the new blood
Motivation, undying allegiance
Striving through the hardships and affliction

Every drop of blood, every bitter tear
Every bead of sweat, I live for this
Every drop of blood, every bitter tear
Every bead of sweat, I live for this

Every drop of blood, every bitter tear
Every bead of sweat, I live for this
Every drop of blood, every bitter tear
Every bead of sweat, I live for this

Live for this, live, live
Live for this
Live for this, live, live
If you don't live for something you'll die for nothing

What we have are not possessions we own
It's not weighed by greed or personal gain
This is real a desire for freedom
A place apart from a world in abandon

Every drop of blood, every bitter tear
Every bead of sweat, I live for this
Every drop of blood, every bitter tear
Every bead of sweat, I live for this

Every drop of blood, every bitter tear
Every bead of sweat, I live for this
Every drop of blood, every bitter tear
Every bead of sweat, I live for this

Live for this, live, live
Live for this, live, live
Live for this, live, live
If you don't live for something you'll die for nothing

Live for this, live, live
Live for this
Live for this, live, live
I live for this

Every drop of blood, every bitter tear
Every bead of sweat, I live for this
Every drop of blood, every bitter tear
Every bead of sweat, I live for this

Every drop of blood, every bitter tear
Every bead of sweat, I live for this

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Live For Real - Lyrics - Almost Happy - K'S Choice

Title: Live For Real
Album: Almost Happy
Artist: K'S Choice
Composer(s): Gert Bettens, Sarah Bettens

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Lyric:
Life has always been a pretty song
And pretty loud
You're so beautiful
Why is it fading out?

I don't want to live forever
But as long as I do
I'd love to live for real

Now, the boy who dried your tears
Is crying all the time
Now, the joy I've had for years
Has left me for a while

I don't want to live forever
But as long as I do
I'd love to live for real

With you I might get there
With you I might start to feel
With you I will get there
With you I will live for real

I will breathe the air, I'll dance
And you will wonder why
It's because you made me see
This chance was moving by

Because I'm not going to live forever
But as long as I do
I'd love to live for real

With you I might get there
With you I might start to feel
With you I will get there
With you I will live for real

When a cloud becomes my head
Play your music loud instead
And we'll dance until
The both of us are dead

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Baby I'M For Real - Lyrics - Motown Two - Michael Mcdonald

Title: Baby I'M For Real
Album: Motown Two
Artist: Michael Mcdonald
Composer(s): Anna Gaye, Marvin Gaye

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Lyric:
Baby, baby
You don't understand
How much I love you baby
And how much I want to be your only man, oh baby

Baby, baby, baby
You don't have to go
Stay a little while longer baby
I want to talk to you just a little more

I see the tears in your eyes about to fall
You are wondering if I'm for real
But if you cry, oh I wonder if you cry
Oh I know, baby this is I feel

Baby, I'm for real
Baby, I'm for real
Baby, I'm for real
Baby, I'm for real
Baby, I'm for real

But if you wanna know the truth about it
Girl, I just can't live without you
That's why I'm confessing my love to you
So I could live my whole life with you

Baby, baby, baby
(Baby, I'm for real)
Oh baby
(Baby, I'm for real)

No, no
(Baby, I'm for real)
Never, never, never gonna leave you now baby
(Baby, I'm for real)

Oh this is how I feel
(Baby, I'm for real)
(Baby, I'm for real)
Ooh
(Baby, I'm for real)
(Baby, I'm for real)
Oh baby, oh baby I'm for real

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Take Me Away - Lyrics - Bizaar - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Take Me Away
Album: Bizaar
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
Welcome to the dark carnival
Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope
The Insane Clown Posse
We'll live forever, live forever
Come join us, carnival awaits us
Take my hand, take my hand
Shangri-La, live forever

Here go another clown song, freaky and weird
I'm still preachin', I'm like Noah without the beard
I'm tryin'a spread the facts that I know for sure
Yet many don't believe in our carnival freak show

It's alright though, there's enough who do
And only time will tell if our stories are true
But for everybody here, I can promise you this
You'll never hear us rap about the typical bullshit

Bling, bling, all the money they got
All the ice they wear, and all the people they shot
All the freaks they pull and all the cars they drive
Only we rap about fuckin' a bee-hive

You wanna keep it real, walk out your door
That's as real as it gets from the sky to the floor
But the dark carnival will take your soul away
And give you mythical adventure in a magical way

I live for, the carnival
I die for, the carnival
I pray for, the carnival
Please take me away, take me away

I live for, the carnival
I die for, the carnival
I pray for, the carnival
Come take me away, take me away

Fun house, freak shows and murder-go-rounds
Fuck how you lookin', paint it up like a clown
Loosen up, let it go, you ain't gotta be tense
Faygo flyin' everywhere, fuck makin' sense

And that's the beauty of it, look backstage
Ain't another group out here on the same page
Run with everybody or walk with our crew
And stand on the moon, face the world and say fuck you

I ain't sittin' out playin' that shit
Put me in the ground where my juggalos is
Treat me special, I'ma leave your lip drainin'
We in this together waitin' on the same wagon

Let 'em laugh now, let 'em laugh for years
We'll see who's laughin' in the house of mirrors
'Cuz that's where I'm goin' and if you're not
Bump that other shit and hear about the ends they got

I live for, the carnival
I die for, the carnival
I pray for, the carnival
Come take me away, take me away

I love for, the Carnival
I die for, the Carnival
I pray for, the Carnival
Please take me away, take me away

Live forever, take my hand, forever, live forever
Come take a journey through heaven and hell
See what we have to come, and share the story I tell
Walk hand-in-hand with the devil and God
Let 'em pull you in half, purgatory is odd

Fuck newspapers, fuck magazines
Fuck A and R's, and your ball-huggin' jeans
Fuck anybody tryin' to change our ways
As long as 6 joker cards got somethin' to say

I speak for the crazy, I speak for scrubs
I speak for the thugs pissin' in your hot tubs
I speak for the people that you always say don't know how to act
We like 'em just like that

Fuck your Grammy's, fuck your Music Awards
I strangle your host, with his microphone cord
Fuck anybody who ain't down with the clown
From now until millennium's after, I'm dead in the ground

I live for, the carnival
I die for, the carnival
I pray for, the carnival
Come take me away, take me away

I live for, the carnival
I die for, the carnival
I pray for, the carnival
Please take me away, take me away

I live for, the carnival
I die for, the carnival
I pray for, the carnival
Come take me away, take me away

I live for, the carnival
I die for, the carnival
I pray for, the carnival
Please take me away, take me away

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Heaven - Lyrics - Stop N Go - Ugk

Title: Heaven
Album: Stop N Go
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman, Joseph Johnson

Lyric:
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh

I wonder if it's a heaven for all the drug dealers
For all the hot boys, strippers and the thug niggaz
My wife you can say a nigga drank too
She ain't bad, she what you doin' what the paper do

I wonder if they got a spot for all the Tupacs
Dawgs in pens and the boys with the weed spots
I keep a pistol on me 'cause these niggaz got 'em too
Run up on me nigga I'm gon' do what I gotta do

If lovin' Screw is wrong, I don't wanna be right
Sippin' art and smokin' Lite Brite
The preacher talkin' 'bout us in the pulpit
Behind closed doors he be on some day shit

I'm out here in the streets this ain't no place to play bitch
Show some weakness come up better catch a case bitch
I wanna change but this the wrong time
I wanna stop but these niggaz is harder now

I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh

I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh

Late at night, when I'm layin' off in the bed
Countin' bread, some crazy shit be goin' through my head
I be wonderin' 'bout this life that I live
Aiyyo God got some better shit He can give

I wonder if it's a better place for the innocent kids
In the ghetto they gotta suffer for shit that they ain't did
By no fault of they own, goin' through struggles and strife
Havin' to deal with a fucked up life

I know they thinkin' nobody knows or nobody cares
Why can't nobody see the shit, when everybody stares
Man we losin' the children, we losin' the youth
'Cause you motherfuckers won't tell 'em the truth

So they runnin' 'round unprepared and uninformed
It's understood that's why the hood is dumpin' on 'em
We gotta show 'em it's a better way at any cost
'Cause they the future if we don't save 'em then we already lost mayne

I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh

I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh

I wonder if I'm gon' ever see Screw again
One foot in the street, got one foot in the pen
Got me wonderin' if it's a heaven for them D-Boys
'Cause if it is then I better get on my knees boy

I got cheese boy, I'm sellin' niggaz sneeze boy
I'm playin' in the candy torture rim with TV like my Roy
I'm wonderin' if it's a heaven for MCs
Like the Freaky Tah's, the Big L's and B.I.G.'s

I wonder if they got a heaven for the Convicts
Niggaz doin' life, I saw old men in that bitch
I wish today that the Lord take me away
I'd get to see my old man and I wonder what he would say

I feel that, I miss Munroe too
If I could brin' him back I'd give up all this shit fool
But on the cool you know what else I hope is true
They got a heaven for me and got a heaven for you too

I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh

I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that be sellin' cheese
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh

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What I Gotta Live For - Lyrics - Cam'Ron

Title: What I Gotta Live For
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Darrell Branch, Cameron Giles

Lyric:
I ain't got shit to live for anyway, yes you do
I'll see these niggas in Hell anyway you gotta lot to live for
Man fuck all that I'm sayin', you live for me then
Fuck that shit, bloodshed, bloodshed, bloodshed

Yo, yo, I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a clip
I want the world to see the blood to drip, pus to drip
Crash the car crush the whip
And it's one time I loved the six, fuck this shit

Trust a chick? Never that
Only to fuck a bitch to fuck a bitch
Girl ran a circus on me wranglin' brothers tip
Fuck my connect, fuck I expect, I could get weight

I'll take half of his cake, run, I would debate
Father had the nerve to tell me I'm a mistake
I said, ?Dad I told my daughter that, I could relate?
And the beef up the hill, is real gettin' live
Still sittin' by, still gettin' high

And I don't hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell 'em
That I could stop doing drugs long enough to sell 'em
A proclamation, with intoxication
Ayo Cam' gettin' high, a three rock occasion

Woah, I'm so high, you're so high
What the fuck these motherfuckers put in my live
Make a million dollars, yo I could if I tried
But why the fuck I gotta pay him, him, and him?

Yo fuck around I'ma spray him, him, and him
And fuck her when your girl lay, him, him, and him
Man, that's why I'ma give it up
The Benz truck drive it up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, live for what?

What do I have to live for
What do I have to live for
What do I have to live for
What do I have to live for

Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin' for knowledge
But didn't have tuition for college
So that mission abolished
Straight street like power, politics, and policy making

Give a fuck how I see bakin', gimme this, gimme that
Gimme your hat, gimme your gat, gimme your shit
Gimme your bricks, gimme your kicks
Matter fact you pussy, gimme your bitch
Cam' is clappin', I'm in, can't negotiate with Samuel Jackson

It's a time to kill, what do I do?
My girl pregnant, rent is due, the phone is off
The heat is off, no the heat is on nigga
In the street is on, I'm about to beat upon
A nigga 'til they deceased or gone, at least I'm gone

What do it matter, they just relate to binnis
Girl fucked my man like Jada from Innis
But I play to the finish, got blazed in a blemish
Least I wasn't caged in a clinic in there, you age in a minute

But you know the sharks, diplomat ho, we know the art
Come through leave your shit wet like Noah's ark
We order the pies, you sort of a lie
You ain't 730 nigga you 'bout a quarter to five

Life's on the line, wife's goin' blind
Tell me man, god, what type of a sign
Take a nitrogen nine, man, that's why I'ma give it up
Wrists stay glittered up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, live for what

What do I have to live for
What do I have to live for
What do I have to live for
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]

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Tender - Lyrics - Monaco

Title: Tender
Artist: Monaco
Composer(s): David Potts, Peter Hook

Lyric:
Don't play with me
Don't stay with me
Don't play with me unless it's for real
(Don't stay with me unless it's for real)
Don't stay with me unless it's for real
(Don't play with me unless it's for real)

All I had was one sure thing
In my life I lost it all
But I just couldn't see
A reason to believe
If only I could try and start again

In my mind I live in California
In my mind I spent some time with you
I watch the sun light up the ocean
I sit and pray that all my dreams come true

So don't play with me unless it's for real
So don't stay with me unless it's for real

Here I stand and here I fall
A clear blue sky looks down on me
And this once tender man
Has done the best he can
But just can't find a way to start again

In my mind I live in California
In my mind I spent some time with you
I watch the sun light up the ocean
And sit and pray that all my dreams come true

So don't play with me unless it's for real
So don't stay with me unless it's for real

I'll take a chance give it one more try
A second glance make me realize
That all I need is a master plan
And find a world that can understand

Don't play with me unless it's for real
Don't stay with me unless it's for real
So don't play with me unless it's for real
(So don't stay with me unless it's for real)
So don't stay with me unless it's for real
(So don't play with me unless it's for real)
So don't play with me

So don't play with me, alright

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Canned Heat - Lyrics - Synkronized - Jamiroquai

Title: Canned Heat
Album: Synkronized
Artist: Jamiroquai
Composer(s): Sola Akingbola, Simon Katz, Jason Kay, Derrick Mckenzie, Wallis Buchanan, Toby Smith

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Lyric:
You know this boogie is for real
I used to put my faith in worship
But then my chance to get to heaven slipped
I used to worry about the future
But then I threw my caution to the wind

I had no reason to be care free, no, no, no
Until I took a trip to the other side of town, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I heard that boogie rhythm, hey
I had no choice but to get down, down, down, down

Dance, nothing left for me to do but dance
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance
Got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby

I feel the thunder, see the lightning
I know this anger's heaven sent
So I've got to hang out all my hang-ups
Because of the boogie I feel so hell bent, hey, hey

It's just an instant gut reaction, that I got
I know I never ever felt like this before
I don't know what to do but then that's nothing new
Stuck between hell and high water I need a cure to make it through

Hey dancing nothing left for me to do but dance
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance
Hey, got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby

You know, know, know I'm gonna dance, yeah
Off the nasty things that people say
Dance yeah, but I'm gonna make it anyway
Dance yeah, got canned heat up my heels tonight baby
You know I've got canned heat up my heels

You know this boogie is for real
Only the wind can blow the answer
And she cries to me when I'm asleep
She says you know that you can go much faster
I know that peoples' talk can be so cheap, hey

I got this voodoo child in veined on me
I'm gonna use my power to ascend
You know I got these running heels to use
Sometimes there's no way I lose, I was born to run and built to last
You've never seen my feet 'cause they move so fast

Dance yeah, hey nothing left for me to do but dance
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance, hey
Got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby

Hey, I've got to dance, yeah
Off the nasty things that people say
Dance yeah, but I'm gonna make it anyway
Dance yeah, got canned heat up my heels tonight, baby

You know this boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat in my heels, yeah
Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight
You know I'm gonna dance my blues away

You know this boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat in my heels, yeah
Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight

Dance, come on got canned heat in my heels tonight
Dance, canned heat in my heels tonight
Dance, canned heat in my heels tonight, baby

Hey, got so much

Dance, hey, DJ let the music play
(Let the music play)
I'm gonna let this party live
(I wanna let this party live)

Hey, DJ throw my cares away
(Let the music play)
I'm gonna let this party live
(I wanna let this party live)

Hey, DJ let the music play
(I'm gonna let this party live)
I'm gonna let this party live
(I'm gonna let this party live)

Hey, DJ throw my cares away
(Party live, I'm gonna let this party live, hey)
I'm gonna let this party live
Canned heat in my heels tonight

Dance, you know this boogie is for real
Dance, got so much canned heat in my heels
Dance, gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight

Dance, you know, you know this boogie this boogie is for real
Dance, got so much canned heat, canned heat in my heels
Dance, you know I'm gonna dance my blues away tonight
Dance, you know I'm gonna dance my blues away tonight

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Q.U. Hectic - Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

Title: Q.U. Hectic
Album: The Infamous
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Tony Smalios

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Lyric:
Fuck it kid, what up Queens in this motherfucker?
(Tell you I'm bangin' tonight kid)
(Yo Shorty got a fattie right there)
Queens bridge in the house, aiyyo word up

Aiyyo Ty yo Ty c'mere Son
What up Boo? Can I buy you a drink or sumpin' Boo?)
What up what up? Where Twins and them at yo?
(The fattie's bangin')

I don't know, I think Twins laid up
(Damn)
Aiyyo Son gimme two Hennessey
Son I want two Hennessey's yo
Straight yo, word up man

Aiyyo what up with them Queens niggaz man!
Hey, fuck you, what? What the fuck, what?
Think they killers or somethin' man
Ay fuck you money, what up kid

I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man
And learned to use my hands for protection
In scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles
I'm coming from Queens motherfucker carrying guns in couples

And wilding, a Q-U soldier
From Lefrak to Rockaway back to Queens bridge
Black it's only crack sales makin' niggaz act like that
Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back

As things changed with time I traded in my knuckles for a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you

Peace to, Beasley, Forty-P get down
And when you outta town represent your ground
Them niggaz bleed just like us so show em where we come from
Queens, leavin' niggaz done Son

The Mobb gets hectic
Shit is for real up in Queens we get hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic

As we sling on the corners like we always do
Son get that loot quick, spending dough like I never had shit
I'm living large pushin' luxury cars
Though that shit is outta reach, anybody in my wake gets scarred

Permanently bed-ridden
And if you're pussy, then motherfucker get in where you fit in
As I walk around the streets
Son I got mad beef, I'ma blast you before you blast me

That's my philosophy 'cause nowadays you gotta be relentless
Grab my Mac and slap a nigga senseless
Don't try to play me if you do you better D.O.A. me
Son I got em shook grab a little baby for shields

You got drama run for shelter for real
Pour some beer for the ill ain't no time to chill
Hit 'em up 'cause I'm quick to erupt like this
Wet 'em up with the Mac scratch em off my list

Show 'em, the real meaning of drama you never had it
Till you bumped heads with the Havoc
Ain't nuttin' soft or sweat, I lift you off your feet
When I cock back the heat, whole crews retreat

Ain't nothing soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet
When I cock back the heat whole crews retreat

We gets hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic

Everything is real inside my mind, these days
You can't make it if you ain't affiliated with crime
A lifetime of street living
Throughout the beef I've accumulated many slugs have been given

But wilding ain't the way to be living
You're only gonna end up bloody on a floor shivering
Or locked up, caught inside the beast
Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace

My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own
In a cell locked down not far from home
And at the same time on the outside I'm representing
Still packin' heat make you cowards keep stepping

Getting high, it's cause of the lye, I can't lie
I could move the crowd poppin' slugs in the sky
Why come around if you afraid of what's over here
My man Havoc put the bug in my ear

On the real, for real, but wait it gets realer
Real like an innocent child that turn killer
It's thing like that that only makes things iller
And makin' cream doin' sticks if you ain't a drug dealer

It's only facts coming out of my mouth feeds
As far as I can see these streets is getting sour
Q, U, too much drama to get into
And niggaz regret when they begin to

Regardless of your name or what you been through
Pause for a second, open your eyes and think dude
Life ain't the game that it seems to be
Fuck a fantasy I'm leaving in reality

Caught up in this untouchable mentality
Hit you up bad, make you loose a few calories
I need to slow down, movin' through life at a high speed
Watchin' all the slow runners pass by me

I can see through you, due to, my Queens education
Speaking in behalf of this drug-game nation
The Foundation, the Queens nation

Up in Queens, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Word up Shaolin, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Word up kid, the B.K., the shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Know what I'm sayin'?
(No doubt)

And Manhattan, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Up in the Bronx we abouts to get hectic
Word up, know what I'm sayin'? The whole world kid
Shit is over dead, Mobb Deep say party uh
Know what I'm sayin'? Party uh

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Freedom Someday - Lyrics - Level 42

Title: Freedom Someday
Artist: Level 42
Composer(s): Mark King, Rowland Charles Gould, Michael David Lindup, Philip Gabriel Gould

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Lyric:
I'm not chasing miracles
I don't want no sympathy
I'm waiting for the world
To keep me company

Thinking 'bout the universe
Trying to keep my fears at bay
And all I'm hoping for
Is for someone else to want to say

Freedom someday
Are you ready to make the deal?
Freedom someday
Freedom to live for real

I don't want no money
But buddy, can you spare the time of day?
'Cause silence is I'm sure
The highest price we pay

I don't wish my troubles on anyone
But I can wish them well
So I'm knocking on your door
'Cause there's something I would like to say

Freedom someday
I'm ready to make the deal
Freedom someday
Freedom to live for real

Somehow life goes on
But when it's said and done it's such a bitter pill
When you think the battle's won
You hear the distant guns of all those fighting still

The battle's in our heads
One we always lose whichever side we choose
We can paint the planet red
Or black and blue instead but we are one world

I'm not chasing miracles
But I don't choose to be this way
Now all I'm hoping for
Is for someone else to hear me say

Freedom someday
Are you ready to make the deal?
Freedom someday
Freedom to live for real

Freedom someday
[Incomprehensible] we won't have to steal
Freedom someday
Freedom to live for real

And if our time has come
And if our race is run who will pay the bill?
When you think the battle's won
You hear the distant guns of all those fighting still

But the battle's in our heads
One we always lose whichever side we choose
Paint the planet red
Or black and blue instead but we are one world

Somehow life's going on
But when it's said and done it's such a bitter pill
When you think the battle's won
You hear the distant guns of all those fighting still

The battle's in our heads
One we always lose whichever side we choose
We can paint the planet red
Or black and blue instead but we are one world

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Solong - Lyrics - Juslisen - Musiq Soulchild

Title: Solong
Album: Juslisen
Artist: Musiq Soulchild
Composer(s): Taalib Johnson, Carvin Haggins, Valvin Roane, Ivan Barias

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Lyric:
Hmm go, go hmm
Oh goo, goo
Papapapa, papapapa
Oh goo, goo
Papapapa
Yeah
Oh
Papa

See we both shared a crowded room
Not formally introduced
But I've been watchin' her, watchin' me all night, ahh
And then she disappeared for a few
Must have got herself a drink or two
To work up a nerve to come and say "Hi"
She politely spoke her name
Like a gentleman, I did the same
And she sat down and we talked for a moment, yeah
She told me she'd be pleased to be
The lucky lady leavin' with me
That sounds nice but I'd hate to hurt my woman

So what, so what, it's all love, it's all love, show love
(So what)
(It's all love)
That's what she said to me, yeah
It's alright, alright, goodbye, goodbye
(Alright)
(Goodbye)
But for now you gotta live for the moment
Yeah ahh

Now what I look like deceivin' my lady
The future mother of my babies
And lose a love that took years to build, yeah ahh
To do that I must be crazy
And right now I don't feel crazy
Even though you're killin' me with your sex appeal
(Yeah)
(Ohh yeah)
And on the real she may never know
(Ohh)
But the problem is I'll know
But how can I look into my baby's eyes?
Now it just might be cool for some
But I refuse to be the one
To let a moment ruin my life

So what, so what, it's all love, it's all love, show love
(Yeah)
(It's all love)
That's what she said to me, yeah
It's alright, alright, goodbye, goodbye
(Yeah)
(Yeah oh)
But for now you gotta live for the moment, moment

(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
I must admit you look remarkable, yeah
But my woman puts you to shame
(Woo, woo, woo)
Oh 'cause what we have is more than physical, yeah
(Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
More like spiritual souls intertwinin'
(Ahh, ahh, ahh)
Intertwinin' like a braid

So what, so what, it's all love, it's all love, show love
(It's all love)
That's what she said to me, yeah
It's alright, alright, goodbye, goodbye
(Ohh, ohh ahh)
(You)
(Yeah)
But for now you gotta live for the moment, moment, ooh

So what, so what, it's all love, it's all love, show love
(It's all love)
(Yeah, yeah)
That's what she said to me, yeeeah
It's alright, alright, goodbye, goodbye
(Ohh, ohh)
(Ahh yeah, yeah ahh)
(Ohh, ohh)
But for now you gotta live for the
You gotta live for the
You gotta live for the, ahh
You gotta live for the, ahh
For the moment, yeah
Huu

Nice talkin' about a girl
Sayin' nice about her
Should I go about her
Find it in the moon
Everyone pound her to love
I've gotta reach for my babe
Gotta reach for my babe
Gotta reach for my babe
Gotta reach for my babe
Gotta reach for my so long

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The Cause - Lyrics - Inspectah Deck

Title: The Cause
Artist: Inspectah Deck
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong, P Charles, Jason Hunter

Lyric:
Yo, when we do this, yeah, we do it for real
We do it for the love, we do it for the money
For the cash, for the women, the birds
We do it for the foundation, for the people
No matter how we do it, we do it for the cause
Yeah, yo

What you in for? What you live for?
What you die for? I hope it's for the cause
What you work for? What you stand for?
What you strive for? I hope it's for the cause

Inspectah rhyme Beretta nine in ya sector
Wet the scenery with extreme measures
Supreme lecture, bless the heads, you dare enter
The 9th Chamber, dance with the mind bender
Surrender your thrown, there's no room for pretenders
Bystander pollyin' worldwide with nine members

Distributin', my verbal sharp shootin'
While I execute the deadliest moves with fine tunin'
Duel of the Iron Mic bound to spark fusion
Movin' at the speed of light, nice at what I'm doin'

Drop it in ya brain like spice, without the five mics
Heads roll off hilltops when I strike
Sniper aim, stick you up for your price of fame
Like the flame, watch you get hot inside the game
Recognize my name, I.N.S., your highness

I rep for live sets, place ya bets, make ya threats
There's no cure, even the experts are stunned
My work is done as soon as I've just begun

What you in for? What you live for?
What you die for? I hope it's for the cause
What you work for? What you stand for?
What you strive for? I hope it's for the cause

Strictly, Streetlife, I never play a fan of the fame
Just build on my name and master the slang
I'm hittin' harder than a lot of artists in the game
I'm lyrically inclined, rockin' just the same

Than any MC who ship platinum or gold
And only recoup to pay back what you sold
Over budget your video, got pimped like a hoe
My niggas move slo-mo like robotic clones

I'd rather be alive and paid, than dead broke
My life is like a thin line, on a tight rope
A fiend with no dope, wrong way to provoke
The man behind the scope, tucked, ready to smoke

From the same place you from, different hood, the same slum
Mother's third seed, father's first son
Bastard child runnin' wild, livin' foul
Ran into some juvenile niggas in design
P.L.O. Style, sign my name on the line
Your beef is mine, dangerous minds combine, we all carry nines

What you in for? What you live for?
What you die for? I hope it's for the cause
What you work for? What you stand for?
What you strive for? I hope it's for the cause

Hitman like Thomas Hurns, bustin' while the weed burns
Shorty, sixteen yearns for my crew to take turns
I'm a loose cannon, medically examined
Found deadly as a plague, soon to spread like famine

Splurgin', livin' out the dirty version
Throwin' rocks at the ghetto birds circlin' in the urban
Workin' overtime, you notice the shine
Niggas scope mine, models won't work Capone nine

We travel in pairs, you got the front, I watch the rear
Got money on my mind this year, by all means
Put an end to your cold stairs, crush your small dreams
What you hear is the truth, fuck, what you used to
I provide you with street music you can ride to

Push through, sound blastin' through the sun roof
Street surfer, lurkin', thirsty for the loot
I'm in it to fuck fans and rock mic stands
I work for cash and fans and die for the Clan

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Wild For Da Night - Lyrics - Rampage

Title: Wild For Da Night
Artist: Rampage
Composer(s): Marlon King, Roger Mcnair, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush
Speak up
The word on the street is the Rampage return

One time, two times, three times, four times
All my real live soldiers throw your hands up
All my real live women throw your hands up
All my real strong bustas throw your hands up
All my real live players throw your hands up

Check it out, like this y'all
The heavyweight Brooklyn Bomber that can't rest
Love success, I'm gettin' money progress
Travellin' for free from state to state
That's how I get my idea to create
I'm live motivate, I keep on movin', it's been Fubu
I make Def Jams like Rick Rubin
I stay on my tippy toes wreckin' shows, I'm too slow

You can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone
Keep low like an Eskimo
Askin' people, still carry my flow, open the do'
It's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore
Givin' you more and more
I just came home from tour
It's my time to burn to explore
I'm comin' through the floor with Low X

I'm fully gassed to the max movin' stacks, no fakin' jacks
I'm the baddest man on the wax
Messin' around with my Squad, you get taxed
Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax
Breakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks
Flipmode deep we bring good things to light
Put down your gun and light
I'm in it to win it, plus I'm wildin' for da night

All my muthafuckas in the place to be
You feel right, throw your hands up
We gettin' wild for da night
Niggas in the place, if you wanna fight
Serious let's get busy 'cuz we
Wild for da night
My Flipmode niggas gettin'
Wild for da night

Niggas in New York gettin'
Wild for da night
My niggas in the West gettin'
Wild for da night
Niggas in the world gettin'
Wild for da night
My niggas Uptown, just throw your hands up, in the place

If you feel right we gettin'
Wild for da night
Throw your hands up we gettin'
Wild for da night
Niggas 'cross the land gettin'
Wild for da night
My peoples downtown they gettin'
Wild for da night

Uhh, yo I'm Top Billin makin a killin'
Flip a script like Terri McMillan
I can't help the way I'm feelin'
Caps is fillin', drugs is dealin'
My thug niggas keep illin'
Rampage is higher than the ceiling
Mad appealing brothers who dealin' from Brownsville and
I'm ready and willing I'm playin' lock and chase

You can get my black race
Bet I, hesitates, I'm movin' cash like Chase
You about to get laced fifteen across your face
You at the wrong place, you at the wrong time
You didn't use your third vision mind, you sippin' wine
Your vision is blind, no you can't see the victory
You in the street it's gettin' deep
You rolled up with the wrong peeps, you're the black sheep

You won't protest, drop when your little brother got shot
It's gettin' hot, now you back around the way
With the same clothes, plus your bum hoes that you chose
They gave up your whereabouts, where you hang out
Who you hang wit', now you gotta get your dome split
You wildin' for da night

All my muthafuckas from across the land
We feelin' right, 'cuz you know we gettin'
Wild for da night
All my niggas across the sea and the earth
Yo you know we comin' through we gettin'
Wild for da night
My Flipmode niggas gettin'
Wild for da night

My outta state niggas gettin'
Wild for da night
My cross country niggas gettin'
Wild for da night
You know we gettin'
Wild for da night
You know we gettin'
Wild for da night

Throw your hands in the air if you wanna fight
Feel right, 'cuz you know we gettin'
Wild for da night
Yes, I'm gettin' down in the place to be
Flipmode squad, yo, we gettin'
Wild for da night
My Rampage nigga gettin'
Wild for da night

All of my real live niggas gettin'
Wild for da night
My sexy ass bitches gettin'
Wild for da night
All my people across the land and sea
Feel right, 'cuz you know we gettin'
Wild for da night

Throw up your fist and feel right 'cuz it's time to fight
Muthafucka, we gettin'
Wild for da night
War time niggas gettin'
Wild for da night
Freaky muthafuckas gettin'
Wild for da night

All my buckshot-gun-in-the-air
Muthafuckas in the place, you know, we gettin'
Wild for da night
My Flipmode niggas gettin'
Wild for da night

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Baby I'M For Real/Natural High - Lyrics - After 7

Title: Baby I'M For Real/Natural High
Artist: After 7
Composer(s): Anna Gaye, Marvin Gaye

Lyric:
Baby, baby, you don't understand
How much I love you, baby
How much I wanna be your only man
And baby, baby, baby, you don't have to go
Stay a little while longer, I wanna talk to you just a little more

I see the little tears in your eyes, about to fall
You are wondering if I'm for real

But if you cry, I wonder why you cry
I tell you no lie, this how I feel
Oh, baby I'm for real

Do do do do do do
Do do do ooh

Baby, baby, baby, you don't have to go
Stay a little while longer, baby
Hold me, baby, love me, baby, yeah yeah
This is how I feel

Baby, I'm for real
Baby, I'm for real

But if you wanna know the truth about it
Girl, I just cant live without it
And that's why I'm professing my love to you
So I can live my life with you

Do do do do do
Do do dod do do

Baby, I'm for real
Baby, wipe the tears from your eyes
Now you won't have to cry no more
Baby, I'm for real
Darlin?, hey, yeah baby

Take to the sky on a natural high
Loving you more till the day I die
Take to the sky on a natural high
Loving you, kissing you, telling you why

But if you cry, I wonder why you cry
I tell you no lie, this how I feel
Oh, baby I'm for real

But if you cry, I wonder why you cry
I tell you no lie, this how I feel
Oh, baby I'm for real

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The Real Life - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: The Real Life
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp

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Lyric:
Suzanne divorced her husband
She got the keys to the car and the home
But her friends were really his friends
No one stops by to see her much anymore

So one night she goes back down to the old haunts
That once upon a time were her own
She didn't know nobody out there no more
And the whole experience just made her feel so old, she says

I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
Just because I'm middle-aged that don't mean
I want to sit around my house and watch TV
I want the real life, I want to live the real life

Jackson, Jackson, was a good kid
He had four years of college and a Bachelor's Degree
Started workin' when he was 21
Got fed up and quit when he was 43

He said, "My whole life, I've done what I'm supposed to do
Now I'd like to maybe do something for myself
And just as soon as I figure out what that is
You can bet your life, I'm gonna give it hell with

I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
Just because I'm middle-aged that don't mean
I want to sit around my house and watch TV
I want the real life, I want to live the real life

I guess it don't matter how old you are
Or how old one lives to be
I guess it boils down to what we did with our lives
And how we deal with our own destinies

But something happens when you reach a certain age
Particularly to those ones that are young at heart
It's a lonely proposition when you realize
That there's less days in front of the horse
Than riding in the back of this cart, I say

I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
Just because I'm middle-aged that don't mean
I want to sit around my house and watch TV
I want the real life, I want to live the real life

I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
I want to live the real life
I won't sit around my house and watch TV
I want the real life, I want to live the real life, I want the real life

I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone

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Feelin' You In Stereo - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: Feelin' You In Stereo
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): R Kelly

Lyric:
This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin' to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

Hey, pretty mama how you doin'?
Said I'm just in town for the weekend
Lookin' for a little trouble to get into
Baby tell me what you're drinkin'?
And I got you

Players wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
But I'm takin' off after I dance, oh yeah

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

Now you're body's got me feelin' like spendin'
With a back room I could come to live in
And your hair weave lookin' kind of pretty
The way you back it up on me baby
God have mercy

Players wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
But I'm takin' off after I dance, yeah

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

If it's your birthday
Then put your hands up
You wanna get drunk
Then put your hands up
And if you got some cash
Put your hands up
And your own job
Put your hands up

Players wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
Feel so good, say it again
Players wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
But I'm takin' off after I dance, oh yeah

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me

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Feelin' On Your Boot - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: Feelin' On Your Boot
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): R Kelly

Lyric:
This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin' to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

Hey, pretty mama how you doin'?
Said I'm just in town for the weekend
Lookin' for a little trouble to get into
Baby tell me what you're drinkin'?
And I got you

Players wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
But I'm takin' off after I dance, oh yeah

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

Now you're body's got me feelin' like spendin'
With a back room I could come to live in
And your hair weave lookin' kind of pretty
The way you back it up on me baby
God have mercy

Players wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
But I'm takin' off after I dance, yeah

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

If it's your birthday
Then put your hands up
You wanna get drunk
Then put your hands up
And if you got some cash
Put your hands up
And your own job
Put your hands up

Players wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
Feel so good, say it again
Players wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
But I'm takin' off after I dance, oh yeah

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's makin' me feel tugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me

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From Tha 13th To Tha 17th - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: From Tha 13th To Tha 17th
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher N Dorsey, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
A nigga tried to test my nuts
Clown thought I was soft
Drumma had ten clicks
So you know I had to knock his head off

Caught him slipping on the dark side
Had to do a walk-by
Walked up on then popped him up
Watched that fucken' clown die

Bitch, don't try to play me
Or you'll push up daisies
Baby Gangsta took you to war
Off wit yo head G

Don't ever underestimate
The 40 is off
Then you roll down for murder
And my game is cold

Situation bout this nigga
Make at a thousand plugs and slow
He shouldn't killed me for his dick
I'm gon' play him like a hoe

The nigga deserved to be killed
Tried to play me like I'm not real
But I'ma pop a Red then chop ya
Yes, that cap got peeled

I had no motha fucken' love
Man I'm down to plug
'Cuz I'm a gangsta off Valence
A true fucken' thug

Uptown solja, can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas, we be chillen' off Valence Street
Uptown solja, can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas, we be chillen' off Valence Street

Niggas be tryin' to creep
So you better watch your back
'Fore a Holly Grove nigga run all in your set
So much love for them niggas out that Y 17

That Holly Grove in affect, its all good
It goes, check it
'H' is for High
Like we always get

We gettin' blunted, sessed, smokin' Bobo Bush
Then the 'O' is for Olly, bracin' real, real niggas
Double 'L' is for Low Life
Who love to pull the trigga

The 'Y' is for Yes, y'all
Yes, yes, my brotha
I'm Baby G from that grove motha fucka
The 'G' is for Gat, the 'R' is for Ratta tat

I'm his back boom, boom, boom
'Cuz its like that
'O' is for only, only Holly Grove
The 'V' is for Villion

Them wild, wild, soljas
'E' is for Eagle
Yes, the Eagles took me through some real, real, gangstas
Out the Y 17

Holly Grove solja, can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas, they be chillen' off Eagle Street
Holly Grove solja, can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas, they be chillen' off Eagle

It's hard, but I still gotta stand like a man
Gotta strap, gotta watch out
'Cuz jealous niggas on my ass, try'na bring me down
But I ain't got no more that you got

I'm strugglin' like you
Tryen to stack a motha fucken' lot
I stop you in your tracks
No thug when you fucken' touched

Stay yo grounds when you a thug
Be a true fucken' thug
Ready to blast any nigga in yo way
You got a fucken' K
So don't hesitate to use yo K

Boom chocka', boom chocka', boom to the head
Makin' sure the bitch is dead
Like a thug then you fled the fucken' scene
When cop uh, try to stop, uh
You always, try to pop, uh

But if they run to yo clip
Then motha fuckas got ta' droppa thats just how it is
Somebody will get plugged
'Cuz I'm a gangsta out that Val.
Again a true fucken' thug

Uptown solja, can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas, we be chillen' off Valence Street
Uptown solja, can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas, we be chillen' off Valence Street

We slangin' our dope
Clocken much, much dollars
Gettin' paid up in pace
Twenty-Fo' by the hour

Keep my pockets on stroll
And you know that I'm rollin
I can never be no faker
'Cuz my game is to go just to Eagle Street

Hussler, I can never lose my self
'Cuz them niggas in the Grove
I know they all got my back
Just the 17, thang

It's all about that Holly Grove
So throw yo hands up
So I can knock out all you hoes
You runnen' 'round talken', you's a slugged up nigga

But when I get through
You just a bone mouth nigga
Try'na explain to them everything
But they don't understand a word

Blood flyin' everywhere
Was all they they seen and all they heard
So you better fill your mouth
With that fake retainer

Messin 'round with a villian
I'ma put you in somethang
So take my advice
And see yo' way at the Grove

You, uh push some real villains
And you die like a stove
Just a real, real hustler out that Y 17
McDonald wit that Holly Grove
That's that gangsta Eagle Street

Holly Grove solja, can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas, they be chillen' off Eagle Street
Holly Grove solja, can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas, they be chillen' off Eagle Street

A hustla, they chill and live they thug life on that V. Street
A gangsta, no busta represent that fucken' 13th
Bad like a motha fucka
Shitted nigga come and rap strap wit that fucken' Tec

When I'm chillen' on the set
That 9-5 has got to be locked
So a nigga jump shot
On my block you will get mugged
'Cuz there's 'bout a hundred thugs

T H U G that's the life a nigga live in
Always down for killen'
Hollows, niggas peelin'
Drugs, is niggas dealin'

You gots to be real'n
Sleepin 'round that Val., it's yo life a nigga's stealin'
But fuck it now nigga, the B.G. is in affect
From the 3rd to tha 17th a nigga be chillen' on the set

I'm a Uptown solja, can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas, we be chillen' off Valence Street
Uptown solja, can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas, we be chillen' off Valence Street

Holly Grove solja, can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas they be chillen' off Eagle Street
Holly Grove solja, can't stop the 17th
Real, real niggas they be chillen' off Eagle Street

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