Master Of The Game - Lyrics - Kool Keith

Title: Master Of The Game
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Yeah
(He's the master of the game)
From the South Bronx
I've been doin' this
(All the girls know his name)

All the way from the Northeast to the west
Down South Miami, Florida
(He's the master of the game)
Jacksonville
(Jacksonville)
Tallahassee
(Tallahassee)
Master of the game
(In the rappin' Hall of Fame)

Like Tag Team, back again
Here we go, with a flow, get dealt with quick
Now Joe, I know my rap style pro
Let 'em know with the quickness, y'all need to witness

Step to the side, y'all mind y'all business
Exercise, like physical fitness
Ride through, I glide through
Bass pump to the trunks inside you

We move it quickly, rap styles swift B
Cadillac rollin', neck full gold and crafty and nasty
Can't put it past me
Step with skills, better call your family

Turn adverse worse, climb in the first verse
Move when I back it up, attack and I smack it up
Girls connectin' it
Ultra legend and why y'all rhymes soft, fruity affectionate

I keep steppin' and boost my rep again
Speed up, go slow, you got the next then
Do the La Bamba, turn to Mexican
Swift to shift up, change the pitch up
DJ mix ups, your face get fixed up
Nuts get licked up, quickly, strictly

He's the master of the game
(The Master)
All the girls know his name
He's the master of the game
(The Master)
In the rappin' Hall of Fame

He's the master of the game
(The Master)
All the girls know his name
He's the master of the game
(The Master)
In the rappin' Hall of Fame

I'm warnin', watch yo' backpack mack
Yo' crack lack facts I attacks yo' wax
So fast you press up mess up step up
Through this when I do this

I'm the smoothest when I groove it speedy
Turn back yo, don't try to be greedy
Houston, Tex, out of New York City
Girls get pretty, go lickin' them titties

Astrofunk it revolve in the trunk and party's live
Might turn into somethin'
Let them know though, I'm still pro dough
Companies what, wanna sign me solo

It's Keith you need, let your man try to read
Ease the bleed, shut up animal feed
Step to Keith, let you know what it be G
Cruiser shades, at the bar can't see me

Crispy atoms, grab 'em, pat 'em
Suckers don't know, how bad I'm madam
Turn and flex and servin' necks and
Indiana wrecks then fools wanna flex

And y'all won't know when I pull up in a Lex
And Master Cards with certified checks
And bank bills, fly rims in the hills
Y'all get cups, get more refills

He's the master of the game
(The Master)
All the girls know his name
He's the master of the game
(The Master)
In the rappin' Hall of Fame

Check your watch, now watch me partner
Start to welcome back kids like Kotter
Move your pants, while I rock a little harder
Hoes and foes, hit 'em all with blows

Watch girls work it, movin' unopposed
Hip to flip, throw the thing to they lip
When I dress, yes, put 'em all to the test
Rock a suede vest, pink jewels on my chest

Rappin', clappin', fingers start snappin'
Watch how you actin', I'm rubbin' on the back
And MC's is slack and your groups sound wack
Where'd you turn B? Nobody burn me

Style get complex, why you concerned B?
I'm your chalkboard, now you can learn me
'Round and 'round and big bass soundin'
Down South Hustler, big bass poundin'

East west, top down to the bone
Motorola, on my cellular phone
Change the tone, get up out my zone
Movin' next to you, rhyme will flex to you
Stop I'm overdue, jumpin' over you
Status gold to the baddest bro

He's the master of the game
(The Master)
All the girls know his name
He's the master of the game
(The Master)
In the rappin' Hall of Fame

He's the Master
(Master, Master)
Kool Keith
He's the master
(Master, Master)
Kool Keith, Kool Keith, Kool Keith
(Kool Keith)

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Who'S The Man? - Lyrics - Same As It Ever Was - House Of Pain

Title: Who'S The Man?
Album: Same As It Ever Was
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Kevin Lassiter, Erik Schrody, Wilson Beckett, R Bell, Peter Duarte, Eric Schrody, D O'Connor, Dennis White, Kevin Bell, Kallie Cheek, Ray Wright, Leor Dimant, Michael Cheek

Lyric:
I used to kick it with the thugs, pushin' drugs in the park
Makin' every mark that was out after dark
Stick 'em for their loot, cut 'em up then I'd dash
And when I had to shoot, I'd nutted up for the cash

Ran down the block with my 45 Glock
Capped off a round, everybody hit the ground
The next thing I heard was a siren
Couldn't turn around, money grip kept firin'

Runnin' for the ride, I can't go inside
I'd rather that I died, I got too much pride
I guess it's just somethin' that you can't understand
My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man?

Who's the man with the master plan?
Who's the man? Who's the man?
Who's the man with the master plan?
Who's the man? Who's the man?

Who's the man with the master plan?
Who's the man? Who's the man?
Who's the man with the master plan?
Who's the man? Who's the man?

I used to sell ya yo back in the day-o
Ran with the gang, had all the homie's slang
Grams to the quarters, I'm takin' all the orders
Makin' all the runs, rakin' in the funds

I always got my gun, it's the old six-shooter
King of the neighborhood, crazy white pecker wood
Now people thinkin' Danny lost his mind
It must've been from all the wine man and all the hard times

Like chillin' in the park in the dark with the crew
I'm always gettin' high, I saw my man die
Now I got the work and the dough
Twenty-five grand and a 5 keys of blow

I gotta' relocate and start all over
But watch it blow up like a supernova
I keep my game in tight and follow the plan
My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man?

Who's the man with the master plan?
Who's the man? Who's the man?
Who's the man with the master plan?
Who's the man? Who's the man?

Who's the man with the master plan?
Who's the man? Who's the man?
Who's the man with the master plan?
Who's the man? Who's the man?

I got myself locked down in the pen
I ain't got a friend, so here I go again
I gotta' get my props up and earn my respect
Gotta' shake someone up or throw 'em off the top deck

My time's runnin' out, I gotta' spill some blood
If I don't do it quick, sh*t, my name'll be mud
So I pick out a hard rock and rush him in his cell
Beat his ass down and then say that he fell

And if I gotta' do him, screw him, the convict's dead
I'll stab him in the chest, just another
Of the cell block know that I'm nobody's ho
My shanks in my hand so tell me who's the man?

Who's the man with the master plan?
Who's the man? Who's the man?
Who's the man with the master plan?
Who's the man? Who's the man?

Who's the man with the master plan?
Who's the man? Who's the man?
Who's the man with the master plan?
Who's the man? Who's the man?

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Puppet Master - Lyrics - Dj Muggs

Title: Puppet Master
Artist: Dj Muggs
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Lawrence Muggerud, Richard Iii Vick, Isaac Hayes, Andre Young, Alvertis Isbell

Lyric:
I spark like a blunt's tip, somethin cavi
Makin greene like mitch, gives rap vocals dispatch
With every attempt, to have this game shook up
When dre cook up, every thug look up
Chronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot, heavy built
Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to gill
I rock for rollers, from lowriders to henny toasters
Cut off dead weight to keep my formulas kosher
Accept no imitations dre losin his stack
Is slim as chances, of michael jackson gettin his black fans back
My reputation's like a tec-9
Knock out the best in a circle, three minutes wreck time
See the hand is faster than the eye can chase it
Dre, b-real, soul assassins got potential buttons activated
No illusion I have you caught up in the rapture
Executive decisions from the motherfucking puppet masters

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters

We're pullin strings, killin kings
Countin all pinky rings, seizin control of the whole game
I took a pull from the blunt, inhaled it
Blew the smoke from my lungs into the world of hip-hop
Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions
Assassins, we multiply, by the masses
Masters of the game (checkmate nigga!) every move you make
Through manipulation is the move I choose for you to take
You see, what I want you to see
And you turn into whatever I want you to be
Whatever it be, enemy or ally
The aftermath results in soul assassins, worldwide
From coast to coast, I got soldiers on post
Injectin you, with the high funk overdose
Dre and the hill, stayin real
All you non-believin ass niggaz, get your cap peeled
Executive order make your time shorter
Get your recorder, play it back, puff your chronic sack
Your mind body and soul have been captured
And taken captive, by the motherfuckin puppet masters

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters
You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do Puppet masters

The soul assassin button has now been activated
Dr. dre and b-real are providin the verbal abuse
Any unauthorized duplication without the consent of my nigga muggs
May be fatal
That's right, this is comin to you directly from the hill y'all
All rights reserved

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Love Is The Master - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Love Is The Master
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): John Denver

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Lyric:
Almost exactly a year ago
I came here for the very first time
Looking up at the Spanish window
From a trail on the edge of the timberline

I?ve been off on a journey to find myself
Maybe find my way back home
Been many an hour all by myself
In the darkest of nights, I was never ever alone

Back in the San Juan Mountains again
On a ride with some good old boys
Telling stories around a campfire
The sound of laughter is the loudest noise

There?s something in a night in the wilderness
It?s a magical thing to me
Like the sky is just a little bit brighter
And your life is everything that you?d like it to be

There?ll be snow on the passes tomorrow
You can feel it in the chill of the wind
Let the rain wash away all my sorrow
Today is the day that my life starts all over again

I guess that it?s just about over now
Everything?s about to change
Everything?s a brand new number, darlin?
Everything?s a brand new game

And it?s funny I could even call you that
After all the pain we?ve been through
Ah, but time is the master of healing
Love is the master of everything that we do

There?ll be snow on the passes tomorrow
You can feel it in the chill of the wind
Let the rain wash away all my sorrow
Today is the day that my life starts all over again

Yeah, yeah

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If I Could Change - Lyrics - Master P

Title: If I Could Change
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Bobby Caldwell, Steady Mobb'N Alfons Kettner, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

I'm at the time in my life when a nigga ready to change
I'll be dead or in jail if I don't shake this thang
Feel like I'm trapped in a prison, slowly waiting to die
It's getting harder for my people, yet we don't know why

They cuttin' sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat
And it's the children like [Incomprehensible] turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin' my rocks
Servin' death to my people, commit in the ultimate evil

Robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
Blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
Since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama
Lost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did

I can't bring 'em back, so I get high to forget
All the mistakes that I made, that time won't let me erase
I keep my head up high but I'm stuck in this game
Steady checkin' myself, God help me to change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

If I could change, I'd bring my momma back from the grave
I ain't got too much trouble cause we livin' in the last days
Crime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS
Gotta wear a strap these days

All the time I stay high, trying to fight my stress
Jealous fool of the world trying to put me to rest
Last night I had a talk with my momma
Then I cried, asking God if she'd serve a purpose before she dies

You can see it in my eyes, a brotha want to slow down
I ain't mad at ya daddy 'cause you didn't come around
I'm knowing that the times is hard but you can make it
You see the opportunity, you take it

But what about my little baby, I got a mouth to feed
But I still want to hang on the streets and smoke weed with the O.G.'s
My homies rest in peace in the game
I don't think you'll ever know the pain, I want to change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Lord know, picture me ballin'
Trapped in this ghetto with my young G's callin'
Henacee and weed when they bury P
A quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me

Fall on my knees to no nigga
Trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga
Never had a pops, a nigga learned to slang cream
Should have been a chemist, the way I work a triple beam

Life, is like a page, I want to turn
I want to make a change but Lord you let my brotha burn
I done seen a nigga lose his life over zurcubian stones
Every night, my auntie bring a nigga home

Momma worrying 'cause the rent late
3 strikes, my cousin's doing time upstate
I sent him Camel with no filters
I'm in the ghetto slangin' stones with straight killas, uh

I know kids that pack gats 'cause they 'bout it, 'bout it
I'm from the murder capital of the world and we rowdy, rowdy
Is there a heaven for a gangsta, Lord put me to sleep
'Cause your best friend turn into your enemy

Crooked cops is dirty in this shaded game
Go on take me out the ghetto
I want to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

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I Need Dubs - Lyrics - Ghetto Bill - Master P

Title: I Need Dubs
Album: Ghetto Bill
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Bobby Ervin, Steven Ettinger, Dwayne Emil Simon, Michale Robinson, Percy Miller, Darryl Pierce, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
When I'm alone in my ca
I'm thinkin' about Ms. Lorenzo
My girl Enkei, Sprewell
Giovanna, Daytons, Momos, Diablos
And my girl Ashanti

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

I see it, I buy it, you need it, I got it
I could transform a car 'til a Halle Berry by demand
Regular wheels, I bend 'em don't stand up
I'm the first one to put Sprewells on a Phantom
Girls see me and scream, I'm reppin' Orleans
I got cars baby Flex ain't never seen
Xzibit in the game but he can't, "Pimp My Ride"

I got everythang flipped from the in to the outside
Them Lambo doors 50 talkin' about
I had 'em on the Cutlass back before I bought me a house
I put ice on my grill just to hurt them haters
27 dipped in chrome for the Escalades
Put candy on the body so it glow in the dark
Put light on my rims for at night when they walk
Can't roll like no scrub, man on no hubs
Ghetto Bill up in here, y'all know wazzup

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

From the streets to the pen, you know these soldiers gon' win
When they see me on TV say he did it again
From his shoes to his clothes, he's ballin' outta control
From the Bentley to the Beemer to the Hummer with six gold
But wodie don't stunt, make them six-fo's jump
Like Reebok pumps, P. Miller amp's in the trunk

Louis Vuitton Ferrari 360 is so clean
Asanti rims, that really bling bling
And girls trip when they get in the ride
I got the CL5 steering wheel on the other side
And I'm gangsta man, what you thankin' man?
Shorty wanna roll 'cause I'm on them twankies man

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

Now I know I'm kinda young but I keep my dubs clean
Nicknamed my rims Demi 'cause they older than me
At the age of 15 man, doin' big thangs man
Don't hate dawg, 'cause you ain't me man
Some say I'm ballin' 'cause my chrome stay crawlin'
Took the Phantom for a ride, now they say I'm nightcrawlin'
Never get hungry 'cause I keep them deep dishes
The peoples just ahh, then they take pictures

My Hummer sit clean on them Shaq's minus eight
White gold and purple just like them old days
Now it's kinda crazy 'cause Mercedes getting jealous
Range want Asantis, but they can't have it
All for Lexus, my baby, my boo
If I ever need help I just scream, "Hootie hoo"
My P. Miller speakers match my P. Miller sneakers
The ones on my feet and the ones on my Beemer

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

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Ice Cream Man - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Ice Cream Man
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Ken Franklin, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
Before jump in the game let's get one thing understood
If you sellin' that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)

Hit the blocks dressed in white with some baggy girbaud's
A pocket full of stones, 3 G's and tryin' to lose these hoes
And the task coming sick 'cuz it's the first of the month
Fiends on my pager like I'm try to take these fools to lunch
Going crazy in the ghetto, try to kill me
My little homies lost life, y'all fools feel me

I pack a D 'cuz I'm paranoid at night time
Brother be pullin' jack, I'm in the hood bustin' gangsta rhyme
And still gotta watch my back in the hood gee
Like Spice-1 said those fools living like movies
Little kids get 'bout it, I mean my hood is rowdy
I'm try to make a dollar 50 before I'm up and out it

Before jump in the game let's get one thing understood
If you sellin' that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)

Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Master P
I got that 2 for 3, call me if you need some D
Me and my little brother Silkk we be ballin'
Got this thang sewed up from Texas to New Orleans
And cross the West Coast where fools get wicked
I'm in the gang hell a D I'm try to score a meal ticket
Break fiends on boulders, I means Al soda
Duckin' the task and try to hide from the rollers

And hangin' with Tru soldiers, my tru click, we true to this
Tru 2 da G A M E fools, we ain't new to this
And in the hood I got ice cream cones, and if fiends
Want a lick nothing for free that gonna cost you 20 bones
For y'all ballers that won't wait call on my pager
I got half gallon of milk fool I got 31 flavor
Mr. I C E, M A N is on the scene
You betta have my fetti if you don't have my ice cream

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)

Before jump in the game lets get one thing understood
If you sellin' that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good

Now let's see who owes me cash
I got's to go to grind and gets mine
Fools be try to check it, wreck it, but it's about that time
See who owes me, pay me now, don't pay me later, cricket alligators
Try to scheme off the top, but they be like playa haters

I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5 got them rocks
But killers I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5, I'm maxin' glocks
You can come and check my grip, you can come and check this
But I'm on that triple gold 9 thriller L E X U S

Master P in the 500 S E L with a triple beam
You scream, I scream, but the fiends screaming for ice cream

Before jump in the game let's get one thing understood
If you sellin' that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Master P the Ice Cream Man

Y'all fools betta recognize I'm the real Ice Cream Man
Mr. Ice Cream Man
Master P or call me the Ice Cream Man

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Mr. Ice Cream Man - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Mr. Ice Cream Man
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Ken Franklin, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
Ice Cream Man, yeah
Mr. Ice Cream Man
Mr. Ice Cream Man

Before you jump in the game, let's get one thing understood
If you sellin' that ice cream, ya has to make sure it's good

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)

Hit the blocks dressed in white with some baggy girbaud's
A pocket full of stones, 3 G's and tryin' to lose these hoes
And the task coming sick 'cause it's the first of the month
Fiends on my pager like I'm tryin' to take these fools to lunch

Going crazy in the getto, try to kill me
My little homies lost life, y'all fools feel me
I pack a D 'cause I'm paranoid at night time
Brother be pullin' jack, I'm in the hood bustin' gangsta rhyme

And still gotta watch my back in the hood G
Like Spice-1 said, ?Those fools living like movie?
Little kids get 'bout it, I mean my hood is rowdy
I'm try to make a dollar, 50 cent before I'm up and out it

Before you jump in the game, let's get one thing understood
If you sellin' that ice cream ya has to make sure it's good

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)

Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Master P
I got that 2 for 3, call me if you need some D
Me and my little brother Silkk, we be ballin'
Got this thang sewed up from Texas to New Orleans

And cross the West Coast where fools get wicked
I'm in the gang hell, a D, I'm try to score a meal ticket
Break fiends on boulders, I means Al soda
Duckin' the task and try to hide from the rollers

And hangin' with TRU soldiers, my TRU click we true to this
TRU 2 da G A M E fools, we ain't new to this
In the hood I got ice cream cones and if you fiends
Want a lick, nothing for free that gonna cost you 20 bones

For y'all ballers that won't wait, call on my pager
I got half gallon of milk, fool, I got 31 flavor
Mr. I C E M A N is on the scene
You betta have my fetti if you don't have my ice cream

Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)

Before you jump in the game, let's get one thing understood
If you sellin' that ice cream ya has to make sure it's good

Now let's see who owes me cash
I gots to go to the grind and gets mine
Fools be tryin' to check it, wreck it but it's about that time
See who owes me, pay me now, don't pay me later, cricket alligators
Try to scheme off the top but they be like playa haters

I got some 2 for 3, 4 for 5, got them rocks
But killers, I got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, I'm maxin' glocks
You can come and check my grip
You can come and check this

But I'm on that triple gold 9 thiller Lexus
Master P in the 500 S E L with a triple beam
You scream, I scream but the fiends screaming for ice cream

Before you jump in the game, let's get one thing understood
If you sellin' that ice cream ya has to make sure it's good

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Master P the Ice Cream Man

Y'all fools betta recognize
I'm the real Ice Cream Man
I'm the Ice Cream Man
Mr. Ice Cream Man
Master P or call me the Ice Cream Man

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Battalions Of Fear - Lyrics - Battalions Of Fear - Blind Guardian

Title: Battalions Of Fear
Album: Battalions Of Fear
Artist: Blind Guardian
Composer(s): Ralf Scheepers, Klaus Sperling, Matthias Lasch, Thomas Naumann-Philipp

Lyric:
Can't believe the things I see
That happens in the state
By a mortal distance, I can't believe
Self-destructive infernal
To save us from the breed
But I know that it is all a lie

Star Wars begin now
His bombs come exploding
Bring back the death of the night
No mercy, he's knowing
How strong he must show us
For the last film you all get a part

Be by my side or you've to die
Believe what I do is the right

Soon armageddon
Last hours are running now
The final solution begins
The words of a madman
No children to tell them
For what they'll not see in the light

Choose by your voice
Kills and destroys
At the end you must die for the night

In earlier chess games
We're playing the part of a soldier
But now we are not qualified
To save our own life

The traps are all placed by command
They are ready to strike
We live and we'll die
By the lies to believe

Try to escape from this suicide dreams
Or past time will come back again
Hiroshima is a joke to that what will come
At the end of the game we all die, die now

Battalions of fear
They search and they scream the American dreams
Battalions of fear
The way of R.R. to show he is the star
Battalions

Star Wars begin now
His bombs come exploding
To bring back the death of the night
No mercy he's knowing
How strong he must show us
For the last film you all get a part

Be by my side or you have to die
Believe what I do is the right

With hands full of blood
He talks about peace
With snake poisoning tongue he's praying
El Salvador and Vietnam
You soon fast forget
But you satisfy on Afghanistan

You've been the master, kill with a laughter
Your screams of peace are wrong and loud
'Cause so we are and here we are

We scream and shout
Your laughing about all the fools
Scream and shout
With power of evil they stand

Try to escape from this suicide dreams
Or past time will come back again
Hiroshima is a joke to that what will come
At the end of the game we all die, die now

Battalions of fear
They search and they scream the American dreams
Battalions of fear
The way of R.R. to show he is the star
Battalions of fear
The way of R.R. to show he is the star
Battalions, battalions

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Black Cloud - Lyrics - Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Black Cloud
Album: Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Bernard Williams, Jay Gordon, Bret Mazur, Doug Miller, Seth Binzer, Rust Epique

Lyric:
Now people say I'm jinxed
I got some kind of voodoo hex
Life is so complex
There's no telling what could happen next

Life on the edge, fuels the sickness in my head
It embeds the type of thoughts that's got a lot of brothers dead
The smarter brother knows to keep his foes close
And I'm the type of brother that's smarter than most

A cold hearted overdose of lyrical antidotes
The cure to make sure my karma can't take me down
Up to the same old tricks, I wonder if I'll stick around
Is a penny really lucky if you find it on the ground?

What's the problem with this town?
I can't figure it out
My karma's crashing down
In the form of a black cloud

I've got a little black cloud
That follows me everywhere I go
It takes over me

I've got a little black cloud
That follows me everywhere I go
It takes over me

I'm sick, I've got a real ill disposition
My intentions are pure but there's a cure for my condition
My decisions put me in the wrong positions
Chasing pipe dreams of fame and recognition

The epic, not only a name a definition
My game remains no matter the pain, I stay the charmer
The don of karma, I navigate like the Dalai Lama
I ain't a saint but I've got joi de vivre

And I'm the one to blame if the cloud rains on me
I can't complain about it or even let regret
Provoke the energy it takes
For me to get upset

A bad boy since birth, so I can't forget
What goes around comes around and it ain't got me yet
I've gotten wise in my age and tame the threat of my rage
I've got a lot to learn and I've got money to spend
To pretend is reaping more than sowing ever could mend

Trade my torches for a dime
The pressure's fading away now
Black clouds lifted for the light
The pressure's fading away now

A thousand cigarettes won't change the way we feel
The pressure's fading now
Can you bare the thought of knowing truth?
Knowing truth?

I was rapping in the rain
Hoping then, my luck would change
And if there's any truth
To all those old sayings

'Cuz if I kill a spider, would my house catch on fire?
If I walked under a ladder would it matter?
I tend to laugh when black cats cross my path
Break mirrors in half just to test the aftermath

Now here comes the rain, I project my pain
Trying to make sense of these crazy things
I'm a diamond in the rough, could I suffer enough?
I'm getting high for a living, not giving a fuck

These hard times got me stuck
Stuck in a jam
I'm the monkey on your back
And the crack in the dam

Disastrous, took time to master this
And the past is just a map to capture this
In the darkness, I'm forced to adapt to this
I would change the past if I could have one wish

Trade my torches for a dime
The pressure's fading away now
Black clouds lifted for the light
The pressure's fading away now

A thousand cigarettes won't change the way we feel
The pressure's fading now
Can you bare the thought of knowing truth?
Knowing truth?

Knowing truth
I gotta put that down
...

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Game Of Life - Lyrics - Cocoa Brovaz

Title: Game Of Life
Artist: Cocoa Brovaz
Composer(s): Kenneth Furs, T Williams, D Yates

Lyric:
Yeah, after dah shinin', it all became clear to me
I knew things would be different son
I knew it'd come time for a change
Seems like the time is now

Jah, rastafarai
Greetings to my soldiers and soldierettes

Jewel on the world, make the earth sink
On the brink of divinity, defying gravity
Reachin' for infinity
Can he be incarcerated by the limits?

Stuck, they can't function
Caught up in the scrimmage
This game called life only lasts minutes
Once you in it, be in it to win it to the finish

As the sun heats, I put my feet to the concrete
Hard to sleep so I take it to the streets
Hold my head up, try to keep it movin'
Fed up with losin', I need some air

I think, I take a cruise with you
I'm using, what little know how I posess
To keep our familia down to rest
Now I stress defensive tactics

'Cause police seem active
Got me in the crib sleepin' with heat under the mattress

In case of home intrusion, first the dogs go bark
Then about five sparks bringin' light to the dark
Like [Unverified] does his movement when he's dealin' with math
Or the boss tell his workers where he's keepin' the stash

When that gun blast, better have jah on your side
Or an act of divine intervention from the most high
I know guys that get a thrill from the kill
And other niggaz, who hold the greed to sling 'Frills'

Demon's tryin' to take my soul away
But they won't get my soul today
Will I get locked up or blown away?
Just stayin' strong is a price to pay

Demon's tryin' to take my soul away
But they won't get my soul today
Will I get locked up or blown away?
Just stayin' strong is a price to pay

Damn, I haven't worked since I was 'bout 17
They had time busy hangin' out being a drama fiend
I had to run the streets, see what the night brought out
Sneak in the crib, hear my moms prayin' to God that I sprout

Take all responsibilities like a man would do
'Cause she know that the streets can bring the worst out of you
She told me concentrate on school but what I do about loot?
I wanna push the fat ride, have bitches sweatin' me too

But you know, you need dough so you can do the do
And going to class everyday don't bring in no loot
Plus I just been told that I was cold by club bouncers
Standing there hot headed ?bout to set it while they denounce us

Crab niggaz still beggin' for CD's
While brothaz' careers is stuck on halt and freeze
About to face extinction 'Pockets Dead Is Thinkin''
Something ain't peace and suicide's part of my thinkin'

Even God don't hear my prayer or him just not care
Got a son in this world, stressed out losin' my hair

Demon's tryin' to take my soul away
But they won't get my soul today
Will I get locked up or blown away?
Just stayin' strong is a price to pay

It's time to take the struggle to the pavement
Let the people know the mayor sent the okay for enslavement
Orders from the government
Official stubborn men with egos runnin' shit

They put the hit out on whoever try to get out
And they are the directors who are dead and [Unverified]
Even down south in Atlanta
Police play the pawn for their master

It's a disaster, practicing who can kill us faster
For less than nothin' like they did Bobby Huton
Corruption got me clutchin' my rifle for gun bustin'
Somethin's cookin' look at the way some faces be lookin'

Cross the bank rock on to Brooklyn, Texas
Even in Houston P's be shootin' us like sitting ducks in groups
And I can't trust who or what
That will explain the way I watch you, plus

I know the chosen are few
Many come around to proclaim things they know not
Let alone maintain shame, some of my worst enemies
Live right around me and look just like me

I see that it's time to intensify
The movements in front of my eyes
Can't rely on a seeing dog they got me
Or lay and wait for the devil to surprise me, nah G

Demon's tryin' to take my soul away
But they won't get my soul today
Will I get locked up or blown away?
Just stayin' strong is a price to pay

Demon's tryin' to take my soul away
But they won't get my soul today
Will I get locked up or blown away?
Just stayin' strong is a price to pay

It only takes a line to make the mind think
Drop a jewel on the world make the earth sink
I'm on the brink of divinity, defying gravity
Reaching for infinity

Plenty be incarcerated by the limits
Stuck they can't function caught up in the scrimmage
This game called life only lasts minutes
Once you in it, be in it to win it ?till the finish

It only takes a line to make the mind think
Drop a jewel on the world make the earth sink
I'm on the brink of divinity, defying gravity
Reaching for infinity

Plenty be incarcerated by the limits
Stuck they can't function caught up in the scrimmage
This game called life only lasts minutes
Once you in it, be in it to win it ?till the finish

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Master And Servant - Lyrics - 101 (Live) - Depeche Mode

Title: Master And Servant
Album: 101 (Live)
Artist: Depeche Mode
Composer(s): Martin Gore

Lyric:
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
Like life

There's a new game
We like to play you see
A game with added reality
You treat me like a dog
Get me down on my knees

We call it master and servant
We call it master and servant

It's a lot like life
This play between the sheets
With you on top
And me underneath
Forget all about equality

Let's play master and servant
Let's play master and servant

It's a lot like life
(It's a lot like life)
And that's what's appealing
If you despise that throw away feeling
(It's a lot like life)
From disposable fun
Then this is the one

Domination's the name of the game
In bed or in life
They're both just the same
Except in one you're fulfilled
At the end of the day

Let's play master and servant
Let's play master and servant

Come on
Come on
Master and servant

It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
Like life

It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
(Master and servant)

It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
It's a lot
Like life

It's a lot like life
(It's a lot like life)
And that's what's appealing
If you despise then throw away feeling
(It's a lot like life)
From disposable fun
Then this is the one

(Come on)
Let's play master and servant
(Come on)
Come on, master and servant
(Come on)
Let's play master and servant
(Come on)
Come on, master and servant
(Come on)
Let's play master and servant
(It's a lot, it's a lot)
(Come on)
Come on, master and servant
(It's a lot, It's a lot)

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So Afraid - Lyrics - Rest Is History - Jin

Title: So Afraid
Album: Rest Is History
Artist: Jin
Composer(s): Kwame Holland, Jin Auyeung, Siddiq O Booker

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Lyric:
Yo oak let's go
It's a new era
Jinn, K 1
Rough Ryders

Most of y'all all sound the same
With ya fancy cars and ya diamond rings
Don't you know it's about to change?
What are you so afraid of?

Most of y'all all sound the same
With ya fancy cars and ya diamond rings
Don't you know it's about to change?
What are you so afraid of?

The MC, master of ceremonies
My pen be faster, I dare you phonies
To tempt me run back and tell ya cronies
How I gently mack the tenderonies
The DJ, the crowd motivator
We don't crossover we crossfaders

Outrageous divine motion
Record scratchin' need calamine lotion
B boys high as ya hands reach
Bombin' with two aerosol cans each
This for the future, past and the present
I'm takin' this rap thing back to the essence

Most of y'all all sound the same
With ya fancy cars and ya diamond rings
Don't you know it's about to change?
What are you so afraid of?

Most of y'all all sound the same
With ya fancy cars and ya diamond rings
Don't you know it's about to change?
What are you so afraid of?

I rip out ya tonsil, now you feelin' it
Hiphop is dead, you responsible for killin' it
I've been sent to avenge the death
Breathe life into the game, defend what's left
They remind me of you minus the deal
You remind me of me minus the skill

Every new week comes a song
Till the next one hit wonder comes along
Your videos on 106 and TRL
Does that mean that your shit gon' sell?
Honestly, this joint probably won't top the charts
'Cause I ain't all up in the club and I ain't 'bout to start

Most of y'all all sound the same
With ya fancy cars and ya diamond rings
Don't you know it's about to change?
What are you so afraid of?

Most of y'all all sound the same
With ya fancy cars and ya diamond rings
Don't you know it's about to change?
What are you so afraid of?

Radio, suckas never play me
It's all good, y'all don't pay me
Even though I wanna cash in
Rather have loyalty to Jin than royalties for spins
Sell ya soul for joints and jams
'Til you fall off and disappoint ya fans

They'll let you know the minute you forget
You in it for the check or in it for respect
I'm tryin' to get both and not fail to connect
With each one of y'all so my sales are direct
And me not tryin' to sound all righteous
I know a lot of y'all gotta feel just like this

Most of y'all all sound the same
With ya fancy cars and ya diamond rings
Don't you know it's about to change?
What are you so afraid of?

Most of y'all all sound the same
With ya fancy cars and ya diamond rings
Don't you know it's about to change?
What are you so afraid of?

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Everybody Playin' Here - Lyrics - The Lost Masters - Kool Keith

Title: Everybody Playin' Here
Album: The Lost Masters
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Yo I ain't hearin nothin, Kool Keith in the place
I'm a be all up in your face
Yo, I'm a tell you, I don't wanna hear what you got to say

'Gwan from here, forget the all-star game
Light your ass man with flame, urinate in the brain
Ladies react move with panties off with the prawns
Imposter from the Barbados
Private jets shock your island
40 Oz. undercover with a cashmere
Your fake Gucci glasses, your jacket's made out of reindeer
Jealous, I know you act like you don't hear
Top controller, winey waste
I'm not impressed, beyond your fat stomach
Twist your tiny waist
Jacket and juice leave your bad mouth with a bad taste
We keep it clean, no passin gas or sardines in here
No girls with a lack of hygiene with sardines in here
Yo, you know Garland, open the roof, crack the beer

It's apparent, tell no shame in here
Everybody know the game in here
Know you playin in here, what you sayin in here
You're playin here

Like Free and Mary J. Blige, AJ look like the Predator
#1 With the tec-9 in the duffel bag, I'm your competitor
Bounty catcher master, you face me in America
You know you guys rhymin little gay for commercial
Deep in the industry, the anal crevices
Y'all date men, your bodyguards too busy datin trends
The kid on the mic, your hype man goes the other way
Santa Monica butt boys
Fly your girls in from Chicago, Illinois
Ask the judge right here, don't budge right here
Y'all light in the ass, featherweight, fly your kite here
Bird figures, y'all ain't all that, don't let me reveal you
Cap peel you, top of the mansion butt boys
Earnin for girls, y'all strut boys
Play your right hand side with Tonka toys
Walkin back and forth like Enoch against your crew
Sayin "crush, kill, destroy"
Asian girls relax on Soul Train, you're stiff
Eat your bok choi

It's apparent, tell no shame in here
Everybody know the game in here
Know you playin in here, what you sayin in here
You're playin here

Special effects make most of your average rappers with pastel colors
Wallpaper in your background, I P-I-S-S on you
Game benefits, collect C-I-S-S on you
Don't need one mic there, I'd rather vomit on two
People suck! Are you down? I'm in your area
You bad, the more the merrier
Santa Claus, put flammable fluid to your claws
I break all sissy laws
Treat you like a prosti' on Sunset, you bet
I know you're in the back of the aisle, your girdle's wet
You got the nerve to move and listen to Keitho Sweat
Look around yo
You're like the girl who used to sing a long time in Florida
I call you Anquette

It's apparent, tell no shame in here
Everybody know the game in here
Know you playin in here, what you sayin in here
You're playin here

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Time Is Too Expensive - Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

Title: Time Is Too Expensive
Artist: Del The Funky Homosapien
Composer(s): Teren Delvon Jones

Lyric:
Time is too expensive
Time is too expensive
Time is too expensive
Time is too expensive

Too expensive, it's too expensive
Too expensive, you know what?
Time is of the essence
Too expensive, too expensive

You know what yo? Time is of the essence
Whacha say, whacha say, whacha say now?
Whacha say, whacha say now?
You know what? Time is of the essence

My vast knowledge of rhyme is past college
Blast, demolish, polish off all enemies
I can't fall in this rap game, I got acrophobia
Plus half these rappers out here are fuckin' dead like necrophilia

You know the thing, chocolate like Ovaltine
Comin' down on the mic like eggs from ovaries
Monarchal metaphor, malevolent with settlements
Maniacal when Hiero flow, unstoppable and chock full

Of funk the freak, so fuck the foreplay
Del has been ordained to terrorize your brain
The diagnosis, the show business bogus
My lyrics lash out, like I was throwin' stones in a glass house

Rappers pass out, ass out
And anyone left on the scene who has doubts
Y'all fools ain't got no nuts, I'm doin' donuts
Slow up whoever show up, I'm too robust, so what?

I'm invincible invisible lyrics
Original origin unknown from here on in
Uncommon dominating hip hop
Permeating every portal with mortals

More flows heaven scent, microphone etiquette
And lyrics up for your goblin and kill the novice
I write bad subjects like the Hobbit
And on to the next phase before you try to rob it

You know, D E L, yeah

Time is too expensive
Time is too expensive
It's too expensive, it's too expensive
It's too expensive, you know what?

Time is of the essence
Whacha say, whacha say, whacha say now?
Whacha say, whacha say now?
You know what? Time is of the essence

Supreme MC's reach out when I'm on top
Catch altitude sickness not to use fitness
In front of witnesses get with this fetch the funk
While I test the skunk, see I will caress the blunt

Come step through the flames of Hades or remain a lady
Rhymes infectious as rabies, Deltron, hell on earth
Prevailing, curtailing, you're shattered with data
Directed, my method, hectic, try and dissect it

Next shit, hydrauling we're calling you out, I rap with accuracy
I'm sick of fools actin' like they blacker than me
Y' know, usually bourgeois
We a new breed of MC remedy

For inner street jerks who wanna flirt with our sound
But ain't really down, silly clowns
Barnum and Bailey rejects
Press eject on defects

These threats delivered signed and sealed by the Delmeister
German for master, burnin' the blasphemous
Whatever you ask of us gets fulfilled, non-linear
You couldn't find a flow friendlier or even similar

With beats that knock, those who cock block
Transport 'em to the chop shop
Operation X 'cause we often facin' death
And fake ass players are lost and wastin' breath

Time is too expensive
Too expensive
It's too expensive, so expensive
Time is of the essence

Lyrical master, turnin' mic sessions to disaster areas
I'll wax your derriere
Disable MC's with fatal degrees and flows
Flamboyant flamin' fools like mesquite, let's eat

These barbecues are for you
Were are the few, the proud, the Hieroglyphics
Microphone moguls with code words and hand signals
For Negros, Spanish for black

I'll vanish your raps, at the borderline
Where you can order rhymes
Never monochromatic, y'all know the habits of Del
Talented, creating lyrical Gallaghers

Highest caliber, hip hop puritan, throw my voice like Surrican
Or ventriloquists, until it sit in your cerebrum, I need them
Through the medium of music, too sick
The ratio is glacier, Gigantor

My flow is lighter fluid, you'll need a higher druid
Magicians and Mages, superb my primal rage is
My styles all over the place, disease contagious
And treacherous, what? Like Mussolini, uh, huh

But cooler than Fonzarelli eating fussilli
With roots in hip-hop goin' back to Whodini
Who see me, no eyes, your style is corny like bow ties
No fries, keep that shake for a keep sake

As well as patented Del hysteria
Malaria area, 88 bait for bitin' MC's
They're bitin' to see, see that's like a likin' disease
My time is up, I take my mic and I leave, ha ha

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40 - I Like What You Do To Me - Lyrics - Tha Hall of Game - E

Title: 40 - I Like What You Do To Me
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E
Composer(s): Anthony Lockett, Larry Blackmon

Lyric:
Good things come to those
Who stays on they toes
Don't you ever stop
Always keep it hot

Potnah this bubonic cuts, that other shit is high
Fuck what you talkin' about, throw me that childproof lighter
Oh youse a smoker huh? Then go on and flame
I heard you got some shit and heard it come from Spain

Naw, Amsterdam, I got it from the hemp man
Bought the weed 'cause I love what it do to me
Five o'clock in the traffic and I be fiendin'
Without the bomb nigga life has no meanin'

Okay, see I be krunkin' to profession in American-oh
Cristal Brothers Brandy all down the throat
Steady dippin' call me Funk Master Flex
Ass since mom and daddy had sex

Got yo' nigga daydreamin', smebbin' in a check-U
Floatin' in a cloud, music up hella loud
Proud to be in the land of the lights and the beer
Got me where I ain't carin'

Because I like what you doin' to me
Because I like what you doin' to me

It's like this and that to fuckin' with your dick on hard
And nigga ain't no Pebble Beach in my backyard
Rackateerin', smearin', no foreseein'
Shit folks ain't even used to hearin'

We break bread with the [Incomprehensible], thick ass bitch with the tits
And the anus, off the English, how her body speak her own language
And it's cool when she speakin' to me
I let the hoochie run through me

I seen him walkin' in the rain
I guess the nigga owe too much to the game
They say the nigga used to drive a Mustang
I'm thinkin' potnah musta went against the grain like a lane

I cross artists? No not B-Legit
Catch nine of the last ten in my clip
Don't trip, a bitch can't do in me
But I be likin' what she doin' to me

Because I like what you doin' to me
Because I like what you doin' to me

Just think, I used to have to flip cabbage
And now I ride in a nine-seven whip Caddy
Meal game, they call me by my stage name
Hella G's when I spit this game

But just think, I used to sell them weights
But now I'm all off into real estates, huh
We put our city on the map, raise clientele
Made it so niggaz can be proud to say they from Vallel'

[Incomprehensible] side, man I went to school with them
Had him in my class, never thought the fool'd pass
But now I took advantage of the opportunity
And I love what it do to me

They say that I got cousins, I ain't never met
Think I'm big-headed, think I'm all that
They say that I don't give to my community
But I be likin' what they doin' to me

Because I like what you doin' to me
Because I like what you doin' to me

Good things come to those
Who stays on they toes
Don't you ever stop
Always keep it hot

Good things come to those
Who stays on they toes
Don't you ever stop
Always keep it hot

Good things come to those
Who stays on they toes
Don't you ever stop
Always keep it hot

Good things come to those
Who stays on they toes
Don't you ever stop
Always keep it hot

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Pimp Anthem - Lyrics - VI: Return Of The Real - Ice T

Title: Pimp Anthem
Album: VI: Return Of The Real
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Wendell Winston, Santiago Sanguillen, Tracy Lauren Marrow

Lyric:
'96, ah shit, Ice-T, back representin', nigga, once again
That real shit, nigga
I thought you knew, bitch
Better recognize

Players, check your grip before you get popped
Bitches, get my money before you get dropped
Gotcha, buggin' off the words I say
Because this type of pimpin' happens every day

Niggas wanna know my steelo
Bitches wanna get with the baddest
Hustlin' apparatus
It's the L.A. cash flow, master-roller

No one gets colder, I used to flip boulders
Of caine on my brain, it's outta control, crime plot
A dead-ass cop and muthafuckas get got
In the game it ain't safe for the weak or the timid

Known to break a bitch but barely rarely slide up in it
So you see me in a club, grab your woman like you wanna
Blink your eyes and the freak is out there freezin' on the corner
She got caught by the curls and the jewels
Lookin' for a nigga that is quick to pull tools

Now she's breakin' herself, makin' herself
Respect my technique of pimpin', minus all simpin'
Check it bitches, it ain't nothin' nice
You're gonna seal or sell pussy if you roll with the Ice

Players, check your grip before you get popped
Bitches, get my money before you get dropped
Gotcha, buggin' off the words I say
Because this type of pimpin' happens every day

Oh, my God, the nigga rolls hard
Every player mentions me
The hustler of the century
(Ice, that nigga ain't nothin' nice)

I got more freaks than Heff', my bankroll's off vice
Commandin' straight pimp tactics
None of y'all can match this
Meet a freak in a week, her workplace a matress

Really though, recognize the pimp type flow
I don't smoke endo, I count cash on my patio
So much love on the streets, don't need no bodyguard
Big up to my homies with the pimp type nod

I'm off the hook, checkin' traps in Vegas
Full link mink with the matchin' borsalino
I change cars like you change drawers, bitch
I got a stable full of thoroughbreds that make me rich
Niggas hate me, 'cause they can't control they roll
They see that fat old ass and start givin' me cash

Players, check your grip before you get popped
Bitches, get my money before you get dropped
Gotcha, buggin' off the words I say
Because this type of pimpin' happens every day

My mind's blown off fine champagne
So bent on currency, got green in my vein
So damn smooth that every woman wanna touch me
So much sexuality that nuns wanna fuck me

I kick back with my pimpin' ballin' brothers
Stand over the bed, dump the cash on the covers
The game's got me, I'm a slave to the roll
Hoes belong on the track and I belong in gold

Silk and satin, I deserve a pimpin' pattin'
Been in the life so long cause I stomp bitches who start rattin'
Mostly friendly, but do got that gorilla in me
Save it for the player hater, niggas with the envy

Lot of niggas talk it, but they can't hold a hooker
Ice took her, she was too long a looker
It's strictly straight lace hustlin' on mine
I been pimpin' all my life and I don't mind dyin'

Players, check your grip before you get popped
Bitches, get my money before you get dropped
Gotcha, buggin' off the words I say
Because this type of pimpin' happens every day

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