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Friday, August 20, 2010

Motherfucker, I Don'T Care - Lyrics - Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls - Murderdolls

Title: Motherfucker, I Don'T Care
Album: Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls
Artist: Murderdolls
Composer(s): J Jordison, J Poole

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Lyric:
I hate your voice and I hate your face
Exterminate you from the human race
Life?s a joke and the joke is on you
Hey you, it?s true, you suck, fuck you

I hope and pray, everyday
I?ll get the news that you passed away
So take your life and turn it off
Goodbye, so long, get lost, fuck off

I don?t care, motherfucker, I don?t care
I don?t care, motherfucker

Suicide's the only choice for you
To see you dead would be a dream come true
Slit your wrist and show God who?s boss
Goodbye, so long, get lost, fuck off

Why don?t you do the whole world a favor?
Connect your throat to the nearest razor
Or do you need it spelled out for you?
Well, F U C K Y O U

I don?t care, motherfucker, I don?t care
I don?t care, motherfucker, I don?t care
I don?t care, motherfucker, I don?t care
I don?t care, motherfucker

Motherfucker, I don?t care
Motherfucker, I don?t care
Motherfucker, I don?t care
Motherfucker, I don?t care

Motherfucker, I don?t care
Motherfucker, I don?t care
Motherfucker, I don?t care
Motherfucker

I don?t care, motherfucker, I don?t care
I don?t care, motherfucker, I don?t care
I don?t care, motherfucker, I don?t care
I don?t care, motherfucker, I don?t care

Fuck you, motherfucker
Fuck you, motherfucker
Fuck you, motherfucker
Fuck you, motherfucker

Fuck you, motherfucker
Fuck you, motherfucker
Fuck you, motherfucker
Fuck you, motherfucker

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Fuck The World - Lyrics - Me Against The World - 2pac

Title: Fuck The World
Album: Me Against The World
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Gregory E Jacobs

Lyric:
Who you callin' rapist? Ain't that a bitch?
You devils are so two faceted
Wanna see me locked in chains, dropped in shame
An' gettin' stalked by these crooked cops again?

Fuckin' with the young black male, tryin' to stack mail
An' stay away from the packed jails
I told the judge I'm in danger
An' that's why I had that fo'-five with one in the chamber
Fuck the world

They tryin' to say that I don't care
Woke up screamin', "Fuck the world"
They tryin' to say that I don't care
Just woke up an' screamed, "Fuck the world"

They tryin' to say that I don't care
I woke up an' screamed, "Fuck the world"
They tryin' to say that I don't care
Just got up an' screamed, "Fuck the world"

When I was comin' up rough that wasn't even what you called it
That's why I smoke blunts now an' run with alcoholics
I'm gettin' threats to me, comin' from my enemies
An' in they dreams, it's Hell where they sendin' me

Have I lost control or just another soul?
A car full of motherfuckers when we roll
Sippin' on Yak as I sit back, life as a big mack
Brothers come up an' say, "You did that?"

Never take yo' eyes off the prize an' even if you gettin' high
Don't ever hesitate to try
'Cause you can fall off or stay ballin', niggaz we all in
An' them, my motherfuckers callin', ?Fuck the world?

They tryin' to say that I don't care
Woke up an' screamed, "Fuck the world"
They tryin' to say that I don't care
Just woke up an' screamed, "Fuck the world"

They tryin' to say that I don't care
I got up an' screamed, "Fuck the world"
They tryin' to say that I don't care
I woke up an' screamed, "Fuck the world"
They tryin' to say that I don't care

Man, fuck the world

Damn, they wanna label me a menace
'Cause I'm sittin' here sippin' on Guinness
Weighin' 165 an' these tricks should die
For bein' jealous of a brother when he rides

I can see it in yo' eyes, you wanna see a young playa fallin'
They hate to see a nigga ballin'
Some of you suckers is rottin', plottin' on what I got
An' then you wonder why I shot him

Stop givin' game for free, you wanna hang with me
Like being a thug is the thang to be?
But I got love for my homies, the Gs an' macks
An' if you're black, you better stay strapped
Nigga, fuck the world

They tryin' to say that I don't care
I woke up an' screamed, "Fuck the world"
They tryin' to say that I don't care
I woke up an' screamed, "Fuck the world"
They tryin' to say that I don't care
Got up an' screamed, "Fuck the world"

Haha, fuck the world, fuck it
I hear my niggaz screamin' fuck the world

They wanna know if I claim the click that I'm hangin' with
An' if I'm down with this bangin' shit
Well, homie, I don't give a fuck if you Blood or cuz
Long as ya got love for thugs

But don't try to test me out, stall that
Homie, this is 'Thug Life', nigga an' we all strapped
I been through Hell an' back an' if I fell black
Then it's back to the corner where we sell crack

Some of you niggaz is bustas, you runnin' 'round
With these tramp-ass bitches, don't trust her
But don't cry, this world ain't prepared for us
A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust
Fuck the world

They tryin' to say that I don't care
I woke up an' screamed, "Fuck the world"
They tryin' to say that I don't care
I woke up screamin', "Fuck the world"

They tryin' to say that I don't care
I woke up screamin', "Fuck the world"
Fuck the world

I don't care, I don't care, I don't care

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Fear - Lyrics - The Sickness - Disturbed

Title: Fear
Album: The Sickness
Artist: Disturbed
Composer(s): Dan Donegan, Mike Wengren, Steve Kmak, David Draiman

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]
Hup, hup, hup, hup, hup, hup
[Incomprehensible]
Hup, hup, hup, hup, hup, hup

[Incomprehensible]
Hup, hup, hup, hup, hup, hup
[Incomprehensible]
Hup, hup, hup, hup, hup, hup

Reject, are you no one, feel you nothing
You know, I'll bet you think you have a good reason
To be living in the limelight of the fortunate ones

You're too weakened by the poison
That they feed you in the living lie, they don't believe you
Care to no one, trust in nothing, little impotent one

I don't want to be, I don't want to be
I don't want to be, I don't want to be innocent, you know
I don't want to be, I don't want to be
I don't want to be, I don't want to let them hypnotize me

Punk ass, are you listening? Can you hear me
Or are you deaf and dumb to my language?
Do the real words seem to hurt you?
Well, put em' up motherfucker

You'll feel it when I stamp it on your forehead
So you will never forget that you're a reject
And you're a no one and you're nothing, little impotent one

I don't want to be, I don't want to be
I don't want to be, I don't want to be innocent, you know
I don't want to be, I don't want to be
I don't want to be, I don't want to let them hypnotize me

I don't want to be, I don't want to be
I don't want to be, I don't want to be innocent, you know
I don't want to be, I don't want to be
I don't want to be, I don't want to let them hypnotize me

Fear awaken
Go with it now and let it overcome you
Fear awaken
Your mind is racing

I don't understand why you don't like me
Why don't you like me, am I so different from you?
Now does it scare you that I'm able to discern
What to love and what to burn

I'll add your fuel to the fire now stand back
Brother, take your hand back
Leave it and I might crack more than a smile or two you see

You don't judge what you don't understand
You can't deny what has been given to me

I don't want to be, I don't want to be
I don't want to be, I don't want to be innocent, you know
I don't want to be, I don't want to be
I don't want to be, I don't want to let them hypnotize me

I don't want to be, I don't want to be
I don't want to be, I don't want to be innocent, you know
I don't want to be, I don't want to be
I don't want to be, I don't want to let them hypnotize me

Fear awaken
Go with it now and let it overcome you
Fear awaken
Go with it now, go with it now

Your fear awaken
Go with it now and let it overcome you
Fear awaken
Your mind is racing

Erasing you know

The reject, are you no one, feel you nothing
You know, I'll bet you think you have a good reason
To be living in the limelight of the fortunate ones, you know

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Feel Good - Lyrics - Broke - Hed Pe

Title: Feel Good
Album: Broke
Artist: Hed Pe
Composer(s): Chad Benekos, Doug Boyce, Wes Geer, Jerrad Shain, Ben Vaught, Mark Young

Lyric:
Ain't no more sunshine, just rain and cold suffrage
Generation born to die with their eyes wide open
The clock strikes, the wrong rights
The mob rules, the second Armageddon, igniting the lit fuse

No turning back and every soldier is on point
Ready to die, the confrontation coming, ready or not
It's on again, it's time to say your prayers again
It's not the end, just the beginning of the end

(What is it worth?)
Yea, I can hold it down like that
(What is it wild?)
Yea, you know I break it down like that
(What is it rough?)
Don't even try to front like that
I'm on fire baby, a big dog will hunt like that

Another day, another buster wanna battle me
Another mama crying, now her baby is in casualty
I'm ready nigga, slice like a machete nigga, got fetty nigga
Never spend it on Betty nigga

I hit and run, never stressing to look back
When I look back, I think about the love I never had
Then I wake up, I get fucked up and I get even
Approach you from the front but in your back a knife I'm leaving

(What is it worth?)
Yea, I can hold it down like that
(What is it wild?)
Yea, you know I break it down like that
(What is it rough?)
Baby don't even try to front like that
I'm on fire dog, a nigga well hung like that

The sky is falling, I don't care
(I just want to feel good)
Her train's leaving, she don't care
(She just wants to feel good)
The world is dying, we don't care
(We just want to feel good)
It's all over, we don't care
(We just want to feel good)

No, we can't compromise like that
No, we can't conform like that
I'm saying fuck you and fuck the norm like that
Revolt and transform like that make a difference
Have a motherfuckin' impact

It won't stop raining, it's flooding, Revelation was all true
You drew first blood, Jesus is coming to take you
Coming to break you, make you just like new
Satan laughing, spreads his wings and gets a new tattoo

A new platinum chain, a new pinky ring, the Rolex, the Benz
The huggy bear pimp thing
Nigga it's midnight, never forget where you come from
Keep your mouth shut, back the fuck up, watch what you doing?
Punk, bitch, motherfucker

(What is it worth?)
Yea, I can hold it down like that
(What is it wild?)
Yea, you know I break it down like that
(What is it rough?)
Baby don't even try to front like that
I'm on fire dog, a nigga well hung like that

The sky is falling, I don't care
(I just want to feel good)
Her train's leaving, she don't care
(She just wants to feel good)
The world is dying, we don't care
(We just want to feel good)
It's all over, we don't care
(We just want to feel good)
(We just want to feel good)
(We just want to feel good)

We just wanna feel good
We just wanna feel good

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Heat - Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - 50 Cent

Title: Heat
Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Tom Jr Coster, Mike Elizondo, Curtis Jackson, Andre Young

Lyric:
{Aye you want some of this shit
Naw, I don't want that shit
I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit
And I'm fin'nin' to buss a cap in a nigga
Man shut the fuck up}

{Slow down, slow down, slow down
You see that brick house right there
That's the nigga crib when he come out
You gotta tighten his ass up
I?m a get in the other car, aight}

If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out

I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin' tape in court
I'll kill you, I ain't playin'
Hear what I'm sayin', homie I ain't playin?
Catch you slippin', I?ma kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?

Keep thinkin' I'm candy till ya fuckin' skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason

I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin'
Sayin?, "Lord, Jesus help me" ?cuz they ass leakin'
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya ill handgun until you run out

And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that
?Cause we gon? reload them clips and come right back

It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look nigga, don't think you safe ?cause you moved out the hood
?Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good

If you was smart you'd be shook of me
?Cuz I'd get tired of lookin' for ya
Spray ya momma crib
And let ya ass look for me

If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out

I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin? tape in court
I'll kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?
Catch you slippin', I?ma kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?

My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks

I got my back against the wind
I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today
I'm happy how my life turned out

See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help

I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin?nin? to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin' hurt when it rains

Oh you a pro at playin? battleship well this ain't the same
Lil' homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin? chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin' out they brains

If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out

I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin? tape in court
I'll kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?
Catch you slippin', I?ma kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?

After the fist fights, it's gunfire boy, you get the best of me
If you don't wanna get shot, I suggest you don't go testin' me
All the wrong I've done, the Lord still keep on blessin' me
Fin?nin? to run rap 'cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe

Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feelin' real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
?Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin? Benz is bulletproof nigga
?Cuz my motherfuckin? vest is bulletproof nigga
?Cuz my motherfuckin? hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin' concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

A Million &Amp; One Things - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: A Million &Amp; One Things
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
What, this, this here's real, nigga
It's real, nigga, too real
Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
Look, look

This one here's on tha up, dog
For all my people with bad luck, dog
Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog
For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog

For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills

If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill
If I got it ta spend, then I got it to give
But listen, man, I know ya see the ice glistenin', man
I know it make you wanna go get it bad

But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can't name one nigga like me

That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too
What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?
I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84

All tha hoes use ta jock ya, niggas use ta knock ya
Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya
Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies
Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky

Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth
And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten
I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men

I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday
I can't please everybody, but I love my folks
If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look, look, look, where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
Some of my rounds doin' bad, can't even much eat
Every time I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar
Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla

Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo'
I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure
Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo'

Niggas want me ta help 'em, ain't helpin' theyself
You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself
Ain't no love loss, I just gotta stay my distance
Gotta keep my mind straight, before I come up missin'

Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures
Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday
If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Every time I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
My niggas still my niggas, got love for 'em all
I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall

Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke
Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door
No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga
On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla

On the reala, if I could do it, then you could
Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear
Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear

They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga
Do yourself a favor, leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man
I mean every time we come through, man
I do somethin' for my people, man
I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin'

I try ta do things for tha football team
Try ta take care of my people
Try ta show them how ta help theyself

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Same As It Ever Was - Lyrics - Same As It Ever Was - House Of Pain

Title: Same As It Ever Was
Album: Same As It Ever Was
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Eric Schrody, D O'Connor, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
Uh, shoot 'em all baby
Just call it in one time for me real heavy
Back in black, who's the mack
Sittin' on the back of a Cadillac

It's the D motherfucker better pass me the mic
So I can rock on and drop the styles I write
I like hip-hop, ya don't stop and all that I rock the freak styles
And neat styles that are crazy phat, it's making me sick
Punk get off my dick

'Cause I'm the same motherfucker
That I ever was, same motherfucker
But I can't pay attention
'Cause I'm on that dust

My head's not swell kid I'm not gel
Don't feed me soup just give me the funky loop
I'll rock it to the best of my ability
Runnin' mad styles and showin' flexibility

'Cause I'm the man that's on point when I jam a funky joint
I want some other over there yo, I just don't care shit
Pass the mic then I'm gonna' tear shit up
Like a piece of paper

Your girl caught the vapor
When I ran the caper, I ain't rearranged
So don't look strange, I'm the same motherfucker
Ain't a damn thing changed

'Cause I'm the same motherfucker
That I ever was, same motherfucker
But I can't pay attention
'Cause I'm on that dust

'Cause I'm hard like stone don't play me soft
And I rock rhymes frequently
I drop it off and I'm off in space, I remember your face
But don't remember your name

'Cause it's all the same as it ever was
That's what it is money grip don't trip
Or I'm gonna' bust that lip

'Cause I'm the same motherfucker
That I ever was, same motherfucker
But I can't pay attention
'Cause I'm on that dust

Bustin', flippin', skippin', just like a stone on a river
Ya know I'm gonna' give her whole lotta' flavor
Criminal behavior used to be how I made it
But that shits over rated

Now I rock rhymes over funky beats
I fuck fine hookers between satin sheets
They say money changes people but I won't
'Cause I'm the same motherfucker that I ever was

'Cause I'm the same motherfucker
That I ever was, same motherfucker
But I can't pay attention
'Cause I'm on that dust

And ya don't quit 'cause I'm on that dust
Soul Assassins are on that dust
(Ha, ha)
My man J. Disco is on that dust
Cypress Hill is on that dust
Funk Doobiest is on that dust

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

U Can'T Fuck With Me - Lyrics - G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) - Ll Cool J

Title: U Can'T Fuck With Me
Album: G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time)
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): George L Spivey, James Savage, Calvin Broadus, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z
Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers

Pour your dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me
Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
L.A. think about your broad, all I want is the stacks

Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
So you made a little dough but watchu doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black?
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back

On my lap, in the jet to Miami an' back
When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers an' you know I deliver
The double N, enough ammo for every nigga

S, that spell Queens, stupid ass, run it back
That HBO shit, I must address that
Once an' for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
He pussy, pussy ain't funny as Chris Rock

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

No, go, who you thought it was?
Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle
'Cuz one does up dick, the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em 'In Living Color' on 'Any Given Sunday'

They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
An' if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
An' get 'em with Juvenile, feed pitbull puppies
Bologna in the projects, you wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna live an' he loves his kids

We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your spot
Like you on your belly, gimme the key
What is it gon' be, what it's gon' see?
When your blutter don't mean an' if he keep tryna wipe it off
Like, "Nigga, what's this song mean?"

L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that?
Tattooed 'Def Jam' under your wing like that
What, you a rider? Not in my house, mouth
Glad to escape down south to my Miami house
An' fifty spring in the couch

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

Let's play a game of 'Big bank take little bank'
Big dank take little dank
I average ninety-five in the paint
We comin' down like a shank

I know you wanna ride but you can't
We all up in your shit like a shank
Don't make me stop an' pull brakes
Ya two downs are lookin' cool, freakin' a sound
Yo, I get fucked up an' terrorize the town

I'm the circus ring master, so fuck the clowns
I bust lyrics an' rounds at the Lyricist Lounge
'Lost an' Found', a new identity, from here to infinity
God have mercy on all my enemies

Don't even test, waste your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off like the Kennedy's
I'm pledge, sicker than age with no type of remedy
Makin' niggas retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keepin' y'all outta the state penitentiary

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

Look, nigga, I regulate, bake the cake
Shake the fake, while keepin' my faith
Demonstratin' from the funk shit to the H
I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate

You weedin' at my table, did you say your grace?
You say the wrong thing an' Imma smack your face
Chase these niggas, erase these niggas
You done fucked up 'cuz I'm break these niggas

Spray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, laws, I pay them off
Big Dogg in this motherfuckin' bar
Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes, y'all"

We do this with no flaws
I love my bitch wit no drawers an' no bras
No laws, we break 'em from the get-go
Slidin' by, ridin' high when we get-go

Love it or leave it, we love livin' illegal
Servin' or swervin' in a '85 Regal
Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' Beagel
I take off on your ass like an eagle

Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples
Just in case a motherfucker wanna G Funk
Two of the homies an' one of 'em got a piece on
An' they never hesitate to dissolve

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Never Scared (Remix) - Lyrics - Bone Crusher

Title: Never Scared (Remix)
Artist: Bone Crusher
Composer(s): Michael Render, Avery Johnson, Wayne Hardnett, Clifford Harris

Lyric:
AttenCHUN!
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, mix, mix, mix
Remix

So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)

I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)

Who am I? Bone Crusher, motherfucker
AttenCHUN! Where my soldiers motherfucker?
I guess the fight is on, me and you nigga
And you, wha? And you, wha? And you, wha? Nigga
I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta
And yo' boys ready to flee like, why'd you fuck with that nigga?

I tell her front, back, side to side
Never let a punk ass nigga slide, dawg
You get beat dead, that means you dead meat
I been on Wall Street, Beach Street, Gregg Street
That's Dallas, Atlanta, I style with them hammers
I wild witcho nanna, doggystyle on a hamper
You'll get ripped apart, that's it with darts, you kids ain't smart
Pop, pop, pop, I lit the dark, from the wizard door, come get some heart

That's courage and brain, 'caine on several strips
Not from Houston, but shit, call me 'Little Flip'
'Cuz I flip a little, fa shizzle, you flippin' nickels
When I flip coke and flip boats, come live a little
And you best be knowin', pussy still is the best thang goin'
Any extra dough, come invest in hoe'in

But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy
Clap, we ready, I'ma mastered boy like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher
Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
We got guns in coupes, in case our sun'll roof
No basketball, when we talkin', run and shoot

So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)

I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)

Aiyyo, the forty cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If the world was sucka free, it just be me and my niggaz left
I ain't neva scared, I got big hammers everywhere
In places where you need yo passport at, I'm heavy there
It's time we get even here, when I put the game back
In it's proper perspective, this time leave it there

You can think whachu want, 'til I blow the back of yo' brains out
And see if you could think with yo' front
Like a new single, make sure you leak for a month
Treat yo' face like a buffet, and tell my niggaz, eat whachu want
You'ono nuthin' about puttin' a couple hundred thousand on the table
And tell yo niggaz, keep whachu want
It's usually hate or somethin' stupid that a nigga die for
So whachu think we outside for?

So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)

I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)

Now all my soldiers, thugs, niggaz, I know you want it
Don't stop, get it, get it, bitches betta get up on it
Sit up on it shawty, get up on it
See when I spit up on it, shit up all over niggaz like a Harley pick up
When I throw a get up on it
Big up, all of my niggaz that ain't scared of the hustle
Throw anotha mill up on it
I'ma cop a lotta land and I'ma cop a mountain and throw a lil' crib up on it

Yes, I'll eat yo' food and you know I'm gonna chow down
Mothafucka, all yo niggaz betta bow down
Mothafucka, 'fore I have to come and pow wow
Oh, fucka, I ain't playin' witcha
So I let my niggaz touch ya, it's a must and we gotta rush ya
Shatter bones in yo' body, when I bust, I holla Bone Crusher
Let me spell it out for you homie, I hope you came prepared
'Cuz I don't care if you live or phony, 'cuz we ain't neva scared

Flipmode and the Dirty South niggaz know whussup
'Cuz we got you open dude
Fuck that, make a lil' sucka nigga, fallin' back
Layin' stiffer than frozen food
Two stop me means you have to shoot me
Get cake and a bag of groupies
Oh, watch niggaz acknowledge the general and all salute me

So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)

I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Never Scared - Lyrics - Attenchun! - Bone Crusher

Title: Never Scared
Album: Attenchun!
Artist: Bone Crusher
Composer(s): Michael Render, Avery Johnson, Wayne Hardnett, Clifford Harris

Lyric:
AttenCHUN!
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, mix, mix, mix
Remix

So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)

I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)

Who am I? Bone Crusher, motherfucker
AttenCHUN! Where my soldiers motherfucker?
I guess the fight is on, me and you nigga
And you, wha? And you, wha? And you, wha? Nigga
I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta
And yo' boys ready to flee like, why'd you fuck with that nigga?

I tell her front, back, side to side
Never let a punk ass nigga slide, dawg
You get beat dead, that means you dead meat
I been on Wall Street, Beach Street, Gregg Street
That's Dallas, Atlanta, I style with them hammers
I wild witcho nanna, doggystyle on a hamper
You'll get ripped apart, that's it with darts, you kids ain't smart
Pop, pop, pop, I lit the dark, from the wizard door, come get some heart

That's courage and brain, 'caine on several strips
Not from Houston, but shit, call me 'Little Flip'
'Cuz I flip a little, fa shizzle, you flippin' nickels
When I flip coke and flip boats, come live a little
And you best be knowin', pussy still is the best thang goin'
Any extra dough, come invest in hoe'in

But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy
Clap, we ready, I'ma mastered boy like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher
Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
We got guns in coupes, in case our sun'll roof
No basketball, when we talkin', run and shoot

So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)

I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)

Aiyyo, the forty cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If the world was sucka free, it just be me and my niggaz left
I ain't neva scared, I got big hammers everywhere
In places where you need yo passport at, I'm heavy there
It's time we get even here, when I put the game back
In it's proper perspective, this time leave it there

You can think whachu want, 'til I blow the back of yo' brains out
And see if you could think with yo' front
Like a new single, make sure you leak for a month
Treat yo' face like a buffet, and tell my niggaz, eat whachu want
You'ono nuthin' about puttin' a couple hundred thousand on the table
And tell yo niggaz, keep whachu want
It's usually hate or somethin' stupid that a nigga die for
So whachu think we outside for?

So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)

I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)

Now all my soldiers, thugs, niggaz, I know you want it
Don't stop, get it, get it, bitches betta get up on it
Sit up on it shawty, get up on it
See when I spit up on it, shit up all over niggaz like a Harley pick up
When I throw a get up on it
Big up, all of my niggaz that ain't scared of the hustle
Throw anotha mill up on it
I'ma cop a lotta land and I'ma cop a mountain and throw a lil' crib up on it

Yes, I'll eat yo' food and you know I'm gonna chow down
Mothafucka, all yo niggaz betta bow down
Mothafucka, 'fore I have to come and pow wow
Oh, fucka, I ain't playin' witcha
So I let my niggaz touch ya, it's a must and we gotta rush ya
Shatter bones in yo' body, when I bust, I holla Bone Crusher
Let me spell it out for you homie, I hope you came prepared
'Cuz I don't care if you live or phony, 'cuz we ain't neva scared

Flipmode and the Dirty South niggaz know whussup
'Cuz we got you open dude
Fuck that, make a lil' sucka nigga, fallin' back
Layin' stiffer than frozen food
Two stop me means you have to shoot me
Get cake and a bag of groupies
Oh, watch niggaz acknowledge the general and all salute me

So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)

I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Never Scared (Intro) - Lyrics - Attenchun! - Bone Crusher

Title: Never Scared (Intro)
Album: Attenchun!
Artist: Bone Crusher
Composer(s): Michael Render, Avery Johnson, Wayne Hardnett, Clifford Harris

Lyric:
AttenCHUN!
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, mix, mix, mix
Remix

So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)

I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)

Who am I? Bone Crusher, motherfucker
AttenCHUN! Where my soldiers motherfucker?
I guess the fight is on, me and you nigga
And you, wha? And you, wha? And you, wha? Nigga
I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta
And yo' boys ready to flee like, why'd you fuck with that nigga?

I tell her front, back, side to side
Never let a punk ass nigga slide, dawg
You get beat dead, that means you dead meat
I been on Wall Street, Beach Street, Gregg Street
That's Dallas, Atlanta, I style with them hammers
I wild witcho nanna, doggystyle on a hamper
You'll get ripped apart, that's it with darts, you kids ain't smart
Pop, pop, pop, I lit the dark, from the wizard door, come get some heart

That's courage and brain, 'caine on several strips
Not from Houston, but shit, call me 'Little Flip'
'Cuz I flip a little, fa shizzle, you flippin' nickels
When I flip coke and flip boats, come live a little
And you best be knowin', pussy still is the best thang goin'
Any extra dough, come invest in hoe'in

But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy
Clap, we ready, I'ma mastered boy like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher
Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
We got guns in coupes, in case our sun'll roof
No basketball, when we talkin', run and shoot

So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)

I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)

Aiyyo, the forty cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If the world was sucka free, it just be me and my niggaz left
I ain't neva scared, I got big hammers everywhere
In places where you need yo passport at, I'm heavy there
It's time we get even here, when I put the game back
In it's proper perspective, this time leave it there

You can think whachu want, 'til I blow the back of yo' brains out
And see if you could think with yo' front
Like a new single, make sure you leak for a month
Treat yo' face like a buffet, and tell my niggaz, eat whachu want
You'ono nuthin' about puttin' a couple hundred thousand on the table
And tell yo niggaz, keep whachu want
It's usually hate or somethin' stupid that a nigga die for
So whachu think we outside for?

So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)

I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)

Now all my soldiers, thugs, niggaz, I know you want it
Don't stop, get it, get it, bitches betta get up on it
Sit up on it shawty, get up on it
See when I spit up on it, shit up all over niggaz like a Harley pick up
When I throw a get up on it
Big up, all of my niggaz that ain't scared of the hustle
Throw anotha mill up on it
I'ma cop a lotta land and I'ma cop a mountain and throw a lil' crib up on it

Yes, I'll eat yo' food and you know I'm gonna chow down
Mothafucka, all yo niggaz betta bow down
Mothafucka, 'fore I have to come and pow wow
Oh, fucka, I ain't playin' witcha
So I let my niggaz touch ya, it's a must and we gotta rush ya
Shatter bones in yo' body, when I bust, I holla Bone Crusher
Let me spell it out for you homie, I hope you came prepared
'Cuz I don't care if you live or phony, 'cuz we ain't neva scared

Flipmode and the Dirty South niggaz know whussup
'Cuz we got you open dude
Fuck that, make a lil' sucka nigga, fallin' back
Layin' stiffer than frozen food
Two stop me means you have to shoot me
Get cake and a bag of groupies
Oh, watch niggaz acknowledge the general and all salute me

So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)

I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Fire Water Burn - Lyrics - One Fierce Beer Coaster - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Fire Water Burn
Album: One Fierce Beer Coaster
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Richard Lee Fowler, Jimmy Franks, Charles Pettiford, Gregory Carlton Wigfall, Celite Evans, Jerry Bloodrock

Lyric:
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Hello, my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy
I'm not old or new, but middle school, fifth grade, like junior high
I don't know mofo, if y'all peeps be buggin' givin' props to my hoe 'cause she fly
But I can take the heat 'cause I'm the other white meat known as "Kid funky fried"
Yea, I'm hung like planet Pluto, hard to see with the naked eye
But if I crashed into Uranus, I would stick it where the sun don't shine
'Cause I'm kind of like Hans Solo, always stroking my own wookie
I'm the root of all that's evil, yea, but you can call me Cookie

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Yo, yo
This hardcore ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice
I'm not black like Barry White, no I am white like Frank Black is
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven
This honkey's gone to heaven
But if I go to Hell, well then I hope I burn well
I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye and Lawrence
Welk
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist
And Webster yea Emmanuel Lewis 'cause he's the Antichrist

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say ho
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say ho
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say ho
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Fire Water Burn (The Roof Is On Fire) - Lyrics - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Fire Water Burn (The Roof Is On Fire)
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Richard Lee Fowler, Jimmy Franks, Charles Pettiford, Gregory Carlton Wigfall, Celite Evans, Jerry Bloodrock

Lyric:
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Hello, my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy
I'm not old or new, but middle school, fifth grade, like junior high
I don't know mofo, if y'all peeps be buggin' givin' props to my hoe 'cause she fly
But I can take the heat 'cause I'm the other white meat known as "Kid funky fried"
Yea, I'm hung like planet Pluto, hard to see with the naked eye
But if I crashed into Uranus, I would stick it where the sun don't shine
'Cause I'm kind of like Hans Solo, always stroking my own wookie
I'm the root of all that's evil, yea, but you can call me Cookie

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Yo, yo
This hardcore ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice
I'm not black like Barry White, no I am white like Frank Black is
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven
This honkey's gone to heaven
But if I go to Hell, well then I hope I burn well
I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye and Lawrence
Welk
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist
And Webster yea Emmanuel Lewis 'cause he's the Antichrist

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say ho
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say ho
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say ho
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Temptation Pt.1 - Lyrics - Fat Joe

Title: Temptation Pt.1
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Khaled Khaled, Joseph Cartagena

Lyric:
Beat Novacane

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Yup, death ain't sweet man
But it's a fact that one day ya breath gon' cease
Some niggaz get cremated, others rest in peace
You can get shot tomorrow if you test these streets

Go against Crack, that's a problem
I'm a driveby, stabbin', napalm kinda problem
Choose one, the AK or revolver
I'll leave your body leakin' layin' on the carpet

Yeah, this nigga don't care
Have your head spinnin' like that chick Linda Blair
I'm the Exorcist, niggaz don't know when they exit is
But I keep a K that 'cause a mass Exodus

You don't want no problems
Fuckin' with these frauders
I had the ambulance racin' the street
Have your poor momma raisin' the sheets, motherfucker

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Let me tell you 'bout myself, you can find me alone
On the streets of the Bronx, that's the county I own
Well, at least that's the one I'm claimin'
You know a motherfucker that's realer then name him

Damn near a decade done passed and we still on top
My nigga Pun died, niggaz thought the shit gon' stop
I'm not concerned with the rumors and the small talk
Thought a nigga learned when he caught it and he walked off

Shoulda put the burn to a nigga so he'd slow down
Niggaz won't be thinkin' that's it rap, when it go down
In L.A. we got Bloods and Crips, in Chi-Town the Kings
Got other mob bosses kissin' my ring

Don't confuse me wit'cha favorite MC
Difference is this mans'll kill him as a favor for me
Until then it's just

[Incomprehensible]

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Lord forgive my temptation to kill
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of real
Motherfucker die, don't look in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, tell the devil I sent ya

Yo, wake up in a cold sweat
5:15 in the mornin', hear my phone ring
It's my nigga Ant speedin', slow down dog
You actin' like the po-po chasin' ya, be easy

He tellin me, "Crack where the fuck is you at?"
"I'm at the Hotel Radisson, hour ago
I did a show out in Patterson, took the bitch home
Nigga you know she was the baddest one, ass was the fattest one"

This nigga Ant yell, "Crack what's her name?"
"Carmen, why you stallin', why the fuck you callin'?"
He said, "Joe they tryin' to set you up
Put you six feet deep tryin' to wet you up"

"You know that nigga Pablo from Ave
Now he push pounds of blow, niggaz swear he bad"
"Yeah, Mr. Friendly, he's pussy I bet'cha"
"Nah, he sent his sister to the club to come get'cha"

"Damn, wake up ma
I'm sho' gon' miss ya purty face suckin' my dick, bitch"

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

40 - L.I.Q. - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - L.I.Q.
Artist: E
Composer(s): Deshawn Baltrip, Kevin Davis, Bosco A. Kante, Dulon Stevens, Earl Thomas Stevens, Marcus Taplon

Lyric:
Mobb that shit out nigga
Bosko, Mobb that shit, beotch
Mobb shit
(Mobb shit)
We invented this shit
(What'd we do?)
Boy I helped pioneer this
Boy I helped pioneer this
Hoe beotch

I'm irkin', head spinnin' dome swervin'
Emergin' to the right to the left, see three, hallucinatin'
Stoned ain't got a lick but a bra protection on my phone
Therefore that'll make it this that much easier
For anybody with a computer that got the right data information

Software to clone, clone it off the streets how much?
Bass head dis down playa price boy a hundred piece
(Hundred piece)
Shit I don't figure dat dere ain't no mo' worse than clonin' sheep
Just understand, I dub this for my weepies

More hair on my face than my daddy do
(Daddy do)
I guess it's them steroids that they been puttin' in our food
(In our food)
Shit the man behind the counter at the liquor store asked him for ID
Before he get to askin' me and if he ask me for ID

Then I'ma get [Incomprehensible] bitch
To use some of that swindlin' ass fast-fast talkin'
Con man [Incomprehensible] in the ghetto urban reverse psychology
Niggaz got it tough out here, tough out here, it's rough
Niggaz got it rough out here, nigga out here, it's tough

Let's hit the weed spot, let's hit the L.I.Q.
Let's hit the liquor sto', let's hit the L.I.Q.
Let's hit the house party, let's hit the L.I.Q.
Pull up sideways, doin' about a buck-fifty

Let's hit the weed spot, let's hit the L.I.Q.
Let's hit the liquor sto', let's hit the L.I.Q.
Let's hit the house party, let's hit the L.I.Q.
Pull up sideways, doin' about a buck-fifty

Hello my friend, whassuper dude?
Give me a pack of sunflower seeds
And a box of larger size Magnum rubbers
A generic lemon squeeze lime juice and a bottle of Goldschlager

A pack of licorice, lick 'em and lock 'em zig-zags
A hard boiled egg and them pickled pig feet
(Pickled pigs feet)
Shit I gotta do as much fuckin' and partyin' as I can
I gotta go turn myself in next week
(Beotch)

I'm up all night, playa what chagonna be doin'
Up in somebody's [Incomprehensible] layin' pipe
Bitch be talkin' about suin' and try to accuse yo' ass of rape
'Cause you rap sa' hoe, I ain't even tryin' to entertain that

See I dip in mo' holes than a golf ball
Pussy fallin' all out of my Granada
Squabs in Kansas City, squabs in Colorado
Learned how to pop my collar in the city where they shot The Mack
Dem were some of the players that helped tie my shoes and lace me
Name was Curtis and B.O.

Well whaddya know? Doo doo dirt clucks [Incomprehensible]
Messy and tap that ass fool we in hella mo'
(Beotch)
Bitch-ass niggaz like B-Legit and [Incomprehensible]
And Mac-Shon, mack D-Shot and Lil' Bruce, beotch

Let's hit the weed spot, let's hit the L.I.Q.
Let's hit the liquor sto', let's hit the L.I.Q.
Let's hit the house party, let's hit the L.I.Q.
Pull up sideways, doin' about a buck-fifty

Let's hit the weed spot, let's hit the L.I.Q.
Let's hit the liquor sto', let's hit the L.I.Q.
Let's hit the house party, let's hit the L.I.Q.
Pull up sideways, doin' about a buck-fifty

On the dope track where the bass heads be comin' through
I see more killings and more hop than the kangaroo
My baby's momma she sick, she on that glass dick
Be crawlin' all on the rug lookin' for that shit

Hogan High School prom queen right?
On her hands and knees pickin' up lint and anything that's white
That's how you can tell that a dope fiend's gone psycho
When they get to hah lookin' all out the curtains with they high beams

On the corner, be that dice game unfoldin'
(What happened?)
One of my dudes, seriously, he rollin'
Then a couple of fools pull up and went for theirs a-course
With intentions of splittin' my wig but it wound up gettin' reversed

I left they kite flyin', down for the grind, witnesses dissolve
(Dissolve)
A prime example of bad karma, Murphy's Law
(Murphy's Law)
If you gon' be a fool then be a fool, shit
But just know when to act a fool and who to act a fool with

Let's hit the weed spot, let's hit the L.I.Q.
Let's hit the liquor sto', let's hit the L.I.Q.
Let's hit the house party, let's hit the L.I.Q.
Pull up sideways, doin' about a buck-fifty

Let's hit the weed spot, let's hit the L.I.Q.
Let's hit the liquor sto', let's hit the L.I.Q.
Let's hit the house party, let's hit the L.I.Q.
Pull up sideways, doin' about a buck-fifty

Hoe shit
I don't care, call the cops
Mob shit
I don't care, call the cops

Mob shit'll never fall
Mob shit gon' always sell through, smell that?
What mob shit do?
I don't care, call the cops

All mob shit do is quadruple
I'm in this bitch, irkin' like a motherfucker
I don't care, call the cops
Fuckin' shit, beotch

I don't care, call the cops
Yeah that's that shit
I don't care, call the cops

See that's that shit that get a nigga krunk, right there
That's that shit that'll get a nigga buck, on they hoe ass
Mobb that shit out nigga
Bosko, Mobb that shit they ain't knowin'

See I spit that shit too look here
Make the shit go like this here

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