I'M The Leader Of The Gang (I Am!) - Lyrics - Gary Glitter

Title: I'M The Leader Of The Gang (I Am!)
Artist: Gary Glitter
Composer(s): Mike Leander, Gary Glitter

Lyric:
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
come on, come on, come on

I say come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on

Do you wanna be in my gang, my gang, my gang?
Do you wanna be in my gang, oh yeah?
Do you wanna be in my gang, my gang, my gang?
Do you wanna be in my gang?

I'm the leader, I'm the leader, I'm the leader of the gang, I am
I'm the leader, I'm the leader, well, there's no one like the man I am
I can take you high as a kite every single night
I can make you jump out of bed standing on my head

Who'd ever believe it? Come on, come on
Who'd ever believe it? Come on, come on
Who'd ever believe it? Come on, come on

Do you wanna be in my gang, my gang, my gang?
Do you wanna be in my gang, oh yeah?
Do you wanna be in my gang, my gang, my gang?
Do you wanna be in my gang?

I'm the leader, I'm the leader, I'm the leader of the gang, I am
I'm the leader, I'm the leader, I'm the man who put the bang in gang
I can take you over the hill, ooh, what a thrill
I can make you sell me your soul for my rock and roll

Who'd ever believe it? Come on, come on
Who'd ever believe it? Come on, come on
Who'd ever believe it? Come on, come on

Do you wanna be in my gang, my gang, my gang?
Do you wanna be in my gang, oh yeah?
Do you wanna be in my gang, my gang, my gang?
Do you wanna be in my gang, oh yeah?

Do you wanna be in my gang, my gang, my gang?
Do you wanna be in my gang, oh yeah?
Do you wanna be in my gang, my gang, my gang?
Do you wanna be in my gang, my gang?

Come on, come on, I say, come on, come on, I say
Come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on

I say, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, follow the leader
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, my gang

Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, I am the leader
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on

I say come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, I am the leader
Come on, come on, come on, come on

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Murder - Gangsta Walk - Lyrics - C

Title: Murder - Gangsta Walk
Artist: C
Composer(s): Corey Miller, Lenton Hutton, Calvin Broadus

Lyric:
Gangsta, gang, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Walk)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Walk)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(I'm a gangsta)

I'm a mutherfucking gangsta nigga
I still make moves and smoke weed with thug niggas
I love you niggas, my drug dealin' days in the past
But I never hesitate to kick a dumb, dumb niggas ass

I call shots just like I was the last don
You heard a TRU Records bitch thats mine
My shits hot, not even all the ice in the North Pole
Could make my mutherfucking rhymes cold

And I'm ghetto like a bitch tradin' food stamps for cash, huh
I'm about to score another bag
And I speak with a mutherfucking slur when I talk
And I still do that mutherfucking gangsta walk

Gangsta, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Walk)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Walk)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Do the gangsta walk)

You know my apperal, double barrel with the hollow points
My young homie in the back seat he swollowin' joints
When the police get after, we dippin' on three wheels
Cup filled to the rim feather in my brim
Headed to a party in the LBC
No Limit Soldiers with the DPG

When me and my homeboys step into the house
All the bitch ass niggas start breakin' out
'Cause you know they know whas up
So we started lookin' for the bitches with the big butts

Like her but she keep cryin', I got a boyfriend, bitch stop lyin'
Punk ass hooker ain't nuthin' but a dyke,
Suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like
Cripped out ripped out flipped out they dipped out
Soon as they found out who we all a-bizout

Gangsta, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Walk)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Walk)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Do the gangsta walk)
(We some gangstas nigga)

Sometimes I want me a bitch, sometimes I don't
And sometimes I gotta bust a nut and sometimes I won't
Check it, from the crips to the bloods to the niggas sellin' drugs
Yet niggas pimp hoes in the mutherfucking clubs

I'm the 'G' in gangsta
The nigga that'll hang ya, the ship that'll sink ya
And the bullet that'll bang ya
I'm the hour in a clock, I'm the high on the rock
I'm the last mutherfucker you would ever wanna stop, bitch

I'm rich, fuck rap, I'll preach then have your bitch ass workin' for me
I hit ya with a 187, I'll shank ya
'Cause I'm a mutherfucking gangsta nigga

Gangsta, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Walk)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Walk)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Do the gangsta walk)
(We some gangstas nigga)

Gangsta, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Walk)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Walk)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Do the gangsta walk)
(We some gangstas nigga)

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

Gangsta, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Walk)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Walk)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gangsta
(Do the gangsta walk)
(We some gangstas nigga)

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My Gang - Lyrics - Woke Up With A Monster - Cheap Trick

Title: My Gang
Album: Woke Up With A Monster
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Mike Leander, Rick Nielsen, Gary Glitter, Tom Petersson, Robin Zander

Lyric:
Have you changed your world?
You changed your view
'Cause what you see is all black and blue

Bad on the left, brown on the right
Nothin' seems to fit on a New York night
Have you heard the news?
Are you talkin' to me?
I said "Hey there, baby, do you like what you see?"

Read about it, it never fails
We don't doubt it, it's in the mail

So you wanna be in my gang
You'd better think it through
Yea, you wanna be in my gang
You have to pay your dues
We sleep at night on a bed of nails
All I know, baby's got some thrill

White on the left, black on the right
Nothing seems to fit on a New York night
Have you heard the news?
Are you talking to me?
I said "Hey there, baby, do you like what you see?"

Read about it, it never fails
We don't doubt it, it's in the mail

So you wanna be in my gang
You'd better think it through
Yea, you wanna be in my gang
You got to pay your dues
Yea, you pay the bill, pay the price, pay the pipe bill, brown disguise
If you wanna be in my gang
If you wanna be in my gang

Change your world
Change your view
But tap it now to make it blue
If you think the one you chose
You've just been swayin' between the windows

Read about it, it never fails
We don't doubt it, it's in the mail

So you wanna be in my gang
You'd better think it through
Yea, you wanna be in my gang
You got to pay your dues
Yea, you play the bill, pay the price, pay the pipe bill, brown disguise
If you wanna be in my gang
If you wanna be in my gang
If you wanna be in my gang
...

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Penitentiary Chances - Lyrics - Harlem: Diary of a Summer - Jim Jones

Title: Penitentiary Chances
Album: Harlem: Diary of a Summer
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): D Mohammed, Jim Jones

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Lyric:
Rell fresh home
How it feel to back where the bricks my nigga
Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass right now
All my soldiers behind the G Wall
Inhale, exhale, fuck the police

I'm up early on the strip while the birds chirpin'
I had to turn my ohone off too many birds chirpin'
Damn my homies gotta sit in the bing
So for them, I flood my chain and piss in my ring

Yeah, shit on these niggaz 'til I sit wit the Lord
I woulda been home last year but I got hit at the board, nigga
Yeah, you spotted man, now you red dotted man
You fuckin' wit Hell Rell, New York City's rider man

Now is these niggaz some killers like us?
No
They say the real, well they realer than us?
No, no, no

Is my set good?
Yes
Is my bet good?
Yes
Is my threat good?
Yes, yes, yes

Since you've been home they done indicted ya boy
Due to the circumstances of this life we enjoy
Niggaz start snitchin' they Sammy the Bullin'
'Til my niggaz start grippin' these hammers and pull 'em

That's when these niggaz start switchin' turnin' Islamic and Muslim
'Cause they seein' my position is straight savage and hoodlums
Shit, who suffered and lost, my new truck is a Porsche
This is One-Eye Willie and I'm from fuckin' New York

Who them niggaz paintin' the town red
Dip-set
Banks stop and we lay down bets
Byrd Gang
Who them niggaz gettin' that money man
Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set

Who them niggaz leave wit ya bitch nigga
Byrd Gang
Who them niggaz squeezin at bitch niggaz
Dip-set
Who them niggaz that gotta get rich nigga
Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang

Now do these niggaz be bangin' like me?
No
They say they G is they gangstas like me?
No, no, no

Is my guns good?
Yes
Is my ones good?
Yes
Do we run hoods?
Yes, yes, yes

My pistol game been tight since chicken lo mein and rice
Tryna get that paper, flippin' that caine for a price
Fiends goin brazy, hittin that caine through the pipe
Niggaz that bang to the right, I'm just sayin this is life

So we adore and survive
Cause through this war we gon ride wit two 4's on our side
Shit, man I'm riskin' it all
Cause for this love and this money man, I just wanna ball

Who them niggaz paintin' the town red?
Dip-set
Banks stop and we lay down bets
Byrd Gang
Who them niggaz gettin' that money man
Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set

Who them niggaz leave wit ya bitch nigga
Byrd Gang
Who them niggaz squeezin' at bitch niggaz
Dip-set
Who them niggaz that gotta get rich nigga
Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang

These niggaz want me to slow down and switch my speed
And these bitches pokin' holes in the condom tryna get my seed
Leave me alone lemme twist my weed
Two things I never seen a U.F.O. and a bitch I need

The Beamer shinin' on B.B.'s, niggaz tryin' to be me
You gangsta on the streets dawg, north signin' to P.C
These niggaz washed up callin' it quits
It don't matter, Porsche to 6, they be all my dick

I slaughter the strip wit a quarter a brick
I got Florida chicks comin' to N.Y. for the dick
I only been home for a month but I'm still fresh y'all
Up in this booth and still smellin' like the mess hall

Now is these niggaz more liver than me?
No
He kinda hot but is he spittin' more fire than me?
No, no, no, no

Is my dope good?
Yes
Is my coke good?
Yes
Am I so hood?
Yes, yes, yes, yes

Now is these niggaz some killas like us
No
They say the real, well they realer than us
No, no, no

Is my set good?
Yes
Is my bet good?
Yes
Is my threat good?
Yes, yes, yes

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In My Hood - Lyrics - Fabolous

Title: In My Hood
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): H. Campbell, Phillip Pitts, Teraike Crawford, John David Jackson

Lyric:
When you grow up in my hood
Help don't show up in my hood
Gang signs go up in my hood
Just 'cause you in my hood
Feel like I'm trapped in my hood
Young kids get clapped in my hood
That's why I'm strapped in my hood
Just 'cause you in my hood
In my hood, in my hood, in my hood

I'm always close to feelin' like a corner
Stander stoop to sit on hallway post up
No matter where I go it's always post up
Feels just like it's in my hood
Cops drive in it every five minutes
Look at your faces pat your waists
Try to find a stash where the gats and base is
I can't say that they racist

But I know it ain't the same in they town
And as fucked up as it may sound in my hood
There's two ways to make it happen off the streets
Ballin' on the courts or rappin' off the beats
You hear the shells tappin' off the creek
When they clappin' off the heat
Then the yellow tapes trappin' off the street
But that's the way we were raised prayin' to God
Hopin' that he keep us out the way of them strays

When you grow up in my hood
Help don't show up in my hood
Gang signs go up in my hood
Just 'cause you in my hood
Feel like I'm trapped in my hood
Young kids get clapped in my hood
That's why I'm strapped in my hood
Just 'cause you in my hood
In my hood, in my hood, in my hood

They drink till the cups dry, eat till the place clean
Niggas be in state greens before they turn eighteen
Round here you never let the beat slide twice
Everybody raise them four wings and beef fried rice
The mothers are gettin' younger today
Got one by the hand, one in the stroller and one on the way
We don't have role models
But we got those hand guns that hold hollows, in my hood

Ain't no diplomas or degrees
But you can get high from the aroma of the trees, in my hood
I know it like navigation and fuck havin' patience
I'm gonna get mine you better get yours
'Cause every day is a struggle
And one time ride through everyday just to bug you
That's how it is 'cause your rights be wrong
And everybody got a white T on when you in my hood

When you grow up in my hood
Help don't show up in my hood
Gang signs go up in my hood
Just 'cause you in my hood
Feel like I'm trapped in my hood
Young kids get clapped in my hood
That's why I'm strapped in my hood
Just 'cause you in my hood
In my hood, in my hood, in my hood

We try to make the most of what we got
You either been hit of been close to gettin' shot in my hood
Any nigga who pulls be gettin' got
And dope heads fiend to get a dose of what we got
The young niggas be like they slow but you give 'em a blunt
Bet they roll the weed like a pro
If you a chick it's not a problem to get you laid
But if you stick without a condom it'll get you aids

No sesame street kids, watch B E T
Look up to niggas that ain't got a G E D
I know a dude with the deadbeat tag
Kids don't got diapers but he ridin' in the red G wag
In the hood you and your hoods is sure to bump heads
And everybody grew up sleeping on a bunk bed
They're tellin' me to vote and I would
If it make a change in my hood, motherfucker

When you grow up in my hood
Help don't show up in my hood
Gang signs go up in my hood
Just 'cause you in my hood
Feel like I'm trapped in my hood
Young kids get clapped in my hood
That's why I'm strapped in my hood
Just 'cause you in my hood
In my hood, in my hood, in my hood

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Gotta Have It - Lyrics - The B.Coming - Beanie Sigel

Title: Gotta Have It
Album: The B.Coming
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Kenji Chiba Brown, Henry Jr Garner, Chad Hamilton, Terral Santiel, Norman Jesse Whitfield, Gwenetta Dickey, C Mitchell, Michael Steven Moore, Freddie Lee Dunn, Lequeint Jobe, Michael Samuel Nash, Dwight Grant, Kenneth Ray Copeland, Pedro Zayas

Lyric:
P, P.Crakk Cocaine
B, B.Mack is back
Chad, Chad what's on track?

I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P.chain gang, doin' the damn thing
I gotta have it, don't forget my boogie with beam
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang
Ain't nothin' changed my name, P. Crakk Cocaine
Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't clean
No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean

Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the thing
You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixin' my bricks
Style back, that's the method-zine
About to get your four stressed
So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth

I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P. chain gang, doing the damn thing
I gotta have it, don't forget my boogie with beam
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact
You see me with Crakk, we strapped
What's the reason for that?
I need that, that Philly boy clap
Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat

Stay strapped with the Mack, with the 32 tall stack
The aim all that, when I flame you get all that
B-Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats
It?s the Chain Gang, Bang Bang I suggest ya?ll fall back

I gotta have it, shot out to my boy B. Sige
And the S.P.chain gang for doin' the damn thing
I gotta have it, don't forget the r-r-ring r-r-ring
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

Chain gang, lickey with the ban
Quickly spit it r-r-ring
Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang
Snitchin' on the gang

Don't forget you get that Uncle Midi
Get him for his chain
Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling
No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aim

Hi-lo, rhino, put your body in pain
No play no games, 'fore blow your brain
Bo range me after the show, you know
Of course I gotta have my

I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P. chain gang, doin' the damn thing
I gotta have it, don't forget my boogie with beam
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock
Catch a nigga whippin' in the kitchen cookin' in the pot
Pursue it then might crack you, hit him with the glock
When you hear that, then you know here come the cops

Hold up, wait, stop, fuck the cops
Got the baby Uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop
Get off the block 'fore SWAT surround the spot
We be locked in a box, three hots and a cot

I can't have it, shot out to my boy B. Sige
And the S.P.chain gang for doin' the damn thing
I gotta have it, don't forget the r-r-ring r-r-ring
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?

The mayor of Shot, this ain't England ain't no kings and queens
Feelin' heard from us want to jerk and bust, we Merciless like Ming
Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go r-r-ring
When you look at the thing, give me the bling
Hand me the chain and the ring

Ballin' in the bubble, blow a bubble, always actin' up
When trouble feel the double barrel of a double platinum thug
Clappin', ready for some action, and I'm going to empty the crib
I rep for the Roc and the State Property clique
Homey, you can't do shit

Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club
When they see these thug, in a circle, snip the 50's up
Range Rove, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs
Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole

Creepin' on niggas tryin' to test me in the black drop top
Pull up and let the bopper go bop, bop-bop
Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin' on my back
And do the same to any nigga that?s tryin' take what I got
I can't have it

It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic

Se pone?, Se pone?, Se pone muy dificil
Se pone?, Se pone?, Se pone muy dificil
Se pone?, Se pone?, Se pone muy dificil
Se pone?, Se pone?, Se pone muy dificil

Chain gang, gang bang
P, P, P, P Crakk Cocaine
B, B Mack is back
Chad, Chad what's on track?
Now let's go

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Nothing To Lose - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Nothing To Lose
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): George Clinton, Tracy Lynn Curry, Kevin Rhames, Bernard Worrell, Lorenzo Jerald Patterson, Christopher Walker, Randy Walker, William E Collins, O'Shea Jackson, Tupac Shakur, Anthony Wheaton

Lyric:
The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out
Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday but he don't listen
The poverty bothers me but mama's working wonders in the kitchen

Listen, I can hear her crying in the bedroom
Praying for money we never think would she be dead soon?
Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else?
At 13 can't feed myself

Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me? Wish he would've helped me
Too much like him 'til my mama don't love me
On my own at a early age getting paid
And I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid

Where did I go astray I'm hanging in the back streets?
Running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me?
Can't turn back my eyes on the prize
I got nothing to lose, everybody gotta die

Say good-bye to the bad guy that one you fucked when you passed by
Buck buck from a glock, tempered glass fly
Do or Die walk a mile in my shoes and you'd be crazy too
With nothing to lose

I've got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
(That's why I got gang related)
Got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
(That's why I got gang related)

Got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
(That's why I got gang related)
Nothing to lose
(That's why I got gang related)

I thank the Lord for my many blessings
Though I'm stressing keep a vest for protection
From the barrel of the Smith & Wesson
And all my niggas in the pen', here we go again

Ain't nothing separating us from a mack 10
Born in the ghetto as a hustla older
Straight soldier bucking at them bustas
No matter how you try niggas never die

We just retaliate with hate then we multiply
See me striking down the block hitting co'ners
Mobbing like a muthafucka living like I wanna
Ain't no stopping at the red lights I'm sideways

Thug life muthafucka crime pays
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga
Zig-zagging through the freeway, race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the law

The realest muthafucka that you ever saw
I'm living raw 'til they bury me don't worry me
I'm high living like I ain't afraid to die
And you could walk a mile in my shoes and you'd be crazy too
With nothing to lose

Got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
(That's why I got gang related)
Got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
(That's why I got gang related)

Nigga, nothing to lose, nothing to lose
(That's why I got gang related)
Nothing to lose
(That's why I got gang related)

Ain't no escape from a deadly fate
And everyday there's a million black bodies put away
I'm starting to lose hope, it seems everybody's on dope
Mama told me to leave 'cause she was broke

Sometimes I choke on the indo, peeping out the window
Alone on my own, I'm a criminal
Got no love from the household I'm out cold
In the streets give me muthafucking peace

I got nothing to lose and something to prove
What do I do live thug life nigga stay true?
I wonder when they kill me is there a Heaven for a real G?
Lord, forgive me if you feel me

'Cause all my life I was dirt broke
With no hope lil skinny muthafucka wanting dough
I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade
But everyday it's a struggle to get major paid

Anyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city
No pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buying time
If you could walk a mile in my shoes you'd be crazy too
With nothing to lose

Got nothing to lose, nigga, nothing to lose
(That's why I got gang related)
Got nothing to lose, nigga, nothing to lose
(That's why I got gang related)

That's why I got gang related
(Got nothing to lose)
That's why I got gang related

It was a what type nigga be a thug life nigga
We be the craziest, muthafucka
You know, it was a what type nigga be a thug life nigga
We be the craziest

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My Diary - Lyrics - Harlem: Diary of a Summer - Jim Jones

Title: My Diary
Album: Harlem: Diary of a Summer
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Denise Weeks, Jim Jones, Antwan Thompson

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Lyric:
Now we try corners, old folks try and warn us
The cops try and swarm us, blocks hot like saunas
Well, fuck it I'ma risk it, got a bunt nigga twist it
I'ma get drunk with my biscuit, 5 cent cup
Take a sip kid, I'ma product of the P-jects

My teachers always told me that I'd probably be a reject
I came up by my lonely now I'm a product of that D set
Two twelvin' with my homie, he caught a homey of that D-wreck
He said it had him zonin' left the body in buldin' three steps

The project now on fire where you see the detects
His high is coming down cause now he's nervous smokin' bogeys
And now he findin' out that fuckin' murder was his co-D
And this the shit that happens all too often up in Harlem

No shit you smell a rat you better off him what's the problem?
In this business sellin' crack we cook that raw shit up to hard shit
And tell my fellas that and to my coffin steady mobbin'
To my coffin, steady mobbin'

Take a look into my eyes
And you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a journey through my soul
And let's roll through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they don't all wanna ride with me
I know it ain't right but this is my life
It's just a piece of my diary, yeah

Now, we ran reckless, no grown ups to guide us
So it's the man what you expect, I've grown up to violence
I had my eye up on the pushers, the ones that stay fly
Fiends got high off the suga, you know that ain't right

That sweet cane, some got buried to the street game
My niggaz only worried 'bout the jewelry and the street fame
And what the bitches thought of them, it's all about the money
Well shit I cop some Porsche or trucks

Member I was hungry, I was whippin' in the Corsica
Hoopty muthafucka, hoppin' the double four's
My pants droopy muthafuckas and pardon my grammar
My nana died '95, so I done left my heart wit my grandma

I hid outside and played the park wit the hammer
And I'm watchin' for the narcs, they movin' cars with antennas
Thug and respect, for all my goons behind bars in the slammas
To my G's on rikers, to all my three time lifers

Take a look into my eyes
And you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a journey through my soul
And let's roll through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they don't all wanna ride with me
I know it ain't right but this is my life
It's just a piece of my diary, yeah

This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy
This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy

Now let's ride, to where? To Harlem, the West side
I show you blocks and murals, dawg where some of the best died
Like who, like who? Like Porter and them
I heard Po put the order on him, now that's more than a friend

But he stitched of course, now let's talk about Fritz the boss
And he got rich off snort, they said 500 bricks was brought
So in hindsight, it's a shorty who couldn't get a gist of his thought
But if you grind right wit the snorpy, a whip could be bought

Now think about po-9, if it caught me, how it get you in court
But now the feds, they still tailin' me, DA think he nailin' me
I had to turn in the goons come and post the bail for me
Still in the Byrd Gang myself, you say Byrd Gang is wealth
And all the liquor stores, man the syzzurp on the shelf
I rose from the dump you see, now it's Dipset, Byrd Gang the company

Take a look into my eyes
And you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a journey through my soul
And let's roll through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they don't all wanna ride with me
I know it ain't right but this is my life
It's just a piece of my diary, yeah

This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy
This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy

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Can'T Deny It - Lyrics - Ghetto Fabolous - Fabolous

Title: Can'T Deny It
Album: Ghetto Fabolous
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): D Arnaud, N Hale, J Jackson, Tupac Shakur, Rahiem Thomas

Lyric:
Uh, yeah uh

Y'all can't deny it, I'ma fuckin' rider
You don't wanna fuck with me, yeah
Got skills in the trunk with me, okay
Switchin' lanes, do a buck with me, that's right

Y'all can't deny it, I'ma fuckin' rider
You don't wanna bang with me, yeah
And you know I brought my gang with me, okay
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me

Yo yo, if they want it, cowards get it
They still wonder how I did it
Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it
Huh, these bitches see how I kit it

You can hear my coupe a block away
Bitches be yellin', "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre
I keep spittin', them clips copped on those calicos
Keep shittin', with ziplocks of that cali dro'

Keep hittin', and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin', my tip rocked by them cali hoes
It's William Bonnie, still the mamis
Dance closely, even though they feelin' blinded

I ain't tryin' to send police to ya rest
I'm tryin' to put this, piece to ya chest and you in piece wit the rest
You can release to the press, this how G's ride
From the North to the South to the East to the West, let's go

Y'all can't deny it, I'ma fuckin' rider
You don't wanna fuck with me, yeah
Got skills in the trunk with me, okay
Switchin' lanes, do a buck with me, that's right

Y'all can't deny it, I'ma fuckin' rider
You don't wanna bang with me, yeah
And you know I brought my gang with me, okay
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me

Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness
The name's Fabolous, you heard I be
In them trucks wit the wheels glissed
In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris'
Click, click, who the fuck wanna feel this

I still got them blocks movin', and the system in my truck
That can make it feel like the block's movin'
My 6-4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin'
Them boys in blue with the shields and the glocks movin'

You can't deny it
I'm the same ol' G the Guc' frames got the same gold G
Duke can you frame O-3, 'cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40
It ain't gonna be named Olde E

I might be in Chuck T's, or the chuckers
And if you duck cheese I'ma fuck her, duck these motherfucker
Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die
Hollerin 1-8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool

Y'all can't deny it, I'ma fuckin' rider
You don't wanna fuck with me, yeah
Got skills in the trunk with me, okay
Switchin' lanes, do a buck with me, that's right

Y'all can't deny it, I'ma fuckin' rider
You don't wanna bang with me, yeah
And you know I brought my gang with me, okay
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me

It ain't really dat hard, to get fucked up
It's really quite easy, just step up
I'ma knock him so hard, on his butt
Just like he been drinkin', like he drunk

The fat bitch stood up, just stood up
She about to be steamin', turn it up
You won't hear a thang, know you won't
You too busy sleepin', won't wake up
You can't deny it

The kid pull the four out a little quicker
You might end up the reason, ya homies
Will have to pour out a little liquor
Every stack that a draws out a little thicker
I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker

You kids rap that's cool but the kid's wrapped in jewels
The kid clapped that tool, kidnap that fool
You don't wanna wake up gettin' told
That ya kids trapped at school

When the time's right, I'ma put this nine right
to the left side of ya head, push ya mind right
It's still nothin' but a G thang, I thought you knew
And I'm about to do the numbers that they thought you do

Still don't know me, still jump in a Lex
The chain so icey, I got chill bumps on my neck
The Narcs heard, how the krills pump in the jet
Still bumpin' ya dex, still dumpin' the tec, still

Y'all can't deny it, I'ma fuckin' rider
You don't wanna fuck with me, yeah
Got skills in the trunk with me, okay
Switchin' lanes, do a buck with me, that's right

Y'all can't deny it, I'ma fuckin' rider
You don't wanna bang with me, yeah
And you know I brought my gang with me, okay
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me, that's right

Ooo, yeah
Ooo, that's right
Ooo, yeah
Ooo, okay

Y'all can't deny it, I'ma fuckin' rider
You don't wanna fuck with me, yeah
Got skills in the trunk with me, okay
Switchin' lanes, do a buck with me, that's right

Y'all can't deny it, I'ma fuckin' rider
You don't wanna bang with me, yeah
And you know I brought my gang with me, okay
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me, that's right

You don't wanna fuck with me
With me, with me
You don't wanna bang with me
With me, with me

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You Ain'T My Friend - Lyrics - Afroman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ghetto Dayz - Lyrics - Alter Ego - Tyrese

Title: Ghetto Dayz
Album: Alter Ego
Artist: Tyrese
Composer(s): Chris De La Fuente, Tyrese Darnell Gibson, Ricardo Brown, Tyrese Gibson, Erik Crooms, David Drew, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Yeah, right

Compton, South Central, Watts
Long Beach, Inglewood, East L.A.
West Coast for life
Live and die for this shit

Yeah, when I was young livin' life on the run
11 years old, real life, no goals
Sneakin' little sips in the cut
I'm takin' lil' hits in the cut

Before they even called me Kurupt
Ridin' down the blocks I'ma tell you how I grew up
I was always in the mix, too young for sticks
Ty, tell 'em 'bout that Watts experience

In Watts, a **** couldn't wait for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, that'll free your mind
We stay fallin' off them ice cream trucks
All my **** nickel-baggin' it, hustlin' bucks

You could catch me in the middle of the street
Slapboxin' with my **** Porky
And as I take you down my memory lane
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days, let 'em know

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

I ain't change ****, I'm just busy
**** bein' broke **** I'm filthy
Got a problem with me holla at me, I'll be back in six months
I'm on the road gettin' my money up

And I remember all the young soldiers in the hood tryin' to gang bang
Slang a nickel bag screamin' money ain't a thing
For real, I know exactly how y'all feel
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, Westside 'til I die, c'mon

I got a lot of rider in me, I was thinkin'
Couple years older, 14 smokin' and drinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout Uncle Jam's army, the old folks love me
I'm just gettin' up in the game, the gang bang [Incomprehensible]

Crenshaw was crackin', doin' that they got Schwinns
On Sundays watchin' all the big homies spin
I want Dana's, 'cause that's all I see
That's like the Army, with Dana's you all you could be, I reminisce

I used to love eatin' polly seeds and chico sticks
Watch me jump up in the bush to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it
And all them hoodrats used to hold us down on the block
Reminiscin' 'bout my first piece of ****, yeah

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Truth is, I ran away when I was 5 years old
Ran 'til my And-1's had holes in the soles
I had three silk shirts, two pair of Girbauds
Spent the night at Boo's house, we was sharin' his clothes

Mom's left me out in the cold
Worse than that my man took five shots and he ain't lose his soul
I was livin' with a blind man's vision
And no matter how hard I tried, I could never see prison

And to all my dead homies, we don't pour out liquor
We just poke our chest out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, walked to school in groups
Argued who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I miss my ghetto days
Whether it was Coca-Cola or straight coke we found a way
Hey, and the memories of Eazy and 'Pac
California, we all we got, we got, we got

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

I remember when I used to say I wanna rap and sing
All my **** used to laugh at me
But now, I'm on top of my game
But now, and ain't a damn thing changed

From ghetto superstar to Coca-Cola
All my people locked down got nothin' but love for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we know it ain't easy
Come home, 'cause we miss you on the streets

Listen, sweet ladies, how you gonna act like that?
It's your baby boy, holla back, back
So let me take you down my memory lane
Reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days, ohh girl

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

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Full Clip - Lyrics - Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr - Gangstarr

Title: Full Clip
Album: Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr
Artist: Gangstarr
Composer(s): Keith Elam, Chris Martin

Lyric:
Big L rest in peace
Do you wanna mess with this?
One of the best yet, we?ve got it
You can feel the realness, in this business of rap, go ahead

Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again
Fatten my plate again, you?ll cats know we always play to win
G and g, to the stars son, haters, took this shit to far son
So that's all for you I?m wipen out your whole team
I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes

The badder you seem, the more lies you tell
The more lies you sell, nobody's surprised you fell
Into my death trap, right into my clutches
Stupid, you know the gur must bless every single mike he touches

I've suffered just so I can return harder
Wanna be a shit starter fuck around make you ahmada
I make you famous, turn around and make you nameless
'Cause you never understood how vital to me this rap game is

Save it and hold that
You catch a hot one
Rhymes will chase a fake nigger down
Soon as I spot one

Full clip, do you wanna mess with this?
Gang Starr, one of the best yet
I'm nice like that
It's all good, in this business of rap

Full clip, do you wanna mess with this?
Gang Starr, one of the best yet
I'm nice like that
It's all good, so I suggest you take a rest

So if you stand in my way, I'm a have to spray
Learn that if you come against me son, you're gonna have to pray
Since, back in the day I held the weight and kept my head up
They wanna see the guard cacth an L, it?s all a set up

I give no man or thing power over me
Why these niggers so jealous and lookin' sour over me?
I'm bolder G, I'm like impossible to stop
I'm like that nigger in the ring with you, impossible to drop

I'm like two magazines fully loaded to your one
Plus I ain?t gonna quit spittin', til you're done
Plus, more than ever I got my whole shit together
More than a decade of hits, that?ll live forever

Catch a rep off my name, you're bound to fry
Know how many niggers that I know that's down to die
We never fail and we ain?t never been frail
You niggers talk crime, but you scared of jail

Full clip, do you wanna mess with this?
Gang Starr, one of the best yet
I'm nice like that
It's all good, in this business of rap

Full clip, do you wanna mess with this?
Gang Starr, one of the best yet
I'm nice like that
It's all good, so I suggest you take a rest

Attackin' like a slick apatchy, lyrics are trigger happy
Blowin' back your wig piece just for the way you lookin' at me
Cock back, blow, I hit you up right now
I don?t know why so many y?all wanna be thugs any how

Face the consequence of your childish nonsense
I can make your head explode just by my lyrical content
Get you in my scope and metophorically snipe ya
I've never liked ya, I gased that ass and then ignite ya

The flame thrower, make your peeps afraid to know ya
How many times I told ya, play your position small soldier
My art is colder, makes me want to resort to violence
Stop beatin' me in the head son, na, I?m not buyin' it

I'm ready to blast, ready surpass and harass
I'm ready to flip, yea, and ready to dip with all the cash
I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip
So watch your dome already 'cause this one might hit

Full clip, do you wanna mess with this?
Gang Starr, one of the best yet
I'm nice like that
It's all good, in this business of rap

Full clip, do you wanna mess with this?
The Gang Starr, one of the best yet
I'm nice like that
It's all good, so I suggest you take a rest

Fu-fu-full clip

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Bang It Out - Lyrics - Papoose

Title: Bang It Out
Artist: Papoose
Composer(s): C Broadus, W Mackie, S Storch

Lyric:
Papoose
Scott Storch, Scott Storch
Papoose, Papoose
Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg

Helicopter in the sky, airplane in the clouds
Boats in the ocean, cars travel the ground
I watch from the balcony, this is a busy town
I kinda like Miami, I might lock it down

My girl with me, she cook better than Mr. Chows
Told her I order somethin', baby just dial zero for room service
She looked up and smiled
I was just stuck in the hood

Look at me now
Opened up my safe and put the chain around my neck
Then I locked my watch, bling blaow, pinky ring and bracelet
Kinda loud, I got a lotta jewels, 'cause I got a lotta style

Before I got here, my homie was on trial
Walked in the court, the jurors was like, wow
Hollered at Shaq, they was playin' some clowns
Went to the game, can't blend in with the crowd

Won a couple grand when Shaquille got fouled
Bet you he make these an easy then thou
The best of both worlds is a kilo and a pound
In case I gotta bang I'm totin' the 40 cal

You got a system in your truck? Let it bang
I could see your butt from the front, let it bang
You gang bang then it's all the same thing
We can bang it on out, we can bang it out

I dare y'all to violate, we can bang it out
Ice grillin' in my face, we can bang it out
Tryna stick me for my papes, we can bang it out
We can bang it on out, we can bang it on out

What it is? What it was?
Who you wit? Is you wit us?
'Cause we love to bang and swing and live it up
I get low and roll a tree wit a foe

Break bread or fake dead, that's the slogan, li'l homie
Why you da boss? See I been chosin', li'l homie
And I been doin this the old fashioned way
Stickin', movin', on these suckas just like Cassius Clay

Make it rain? Naw boo, I'm tryna stash my cash away
Knockin' down trap doors and turnin' out rap whores
Sellin' out rap tours on your favorite television show
Goin' hard on 'em though

East coast let loose, my nephew, Papoose, he got the juice
So watch the Impala as it swing by and be on the lookout
For them boys with them gang signs, that's us and you can trust
We gon' bust Big Snoop and Papoose bang, bang in your truck

You got a system in your truck? Let it bang
I could see your butt from the front, let it bang
You gang bang then it's all the same thing
We can bang it on out, we can bang it out

I dare y'all to violate, we can bang it out
Ice grillin' in my face, we can bang it out
Tryna stick me for my papes, we can bang it out
We can bang it on out, we can bang it on out

My style similar to hell, hotter than high temperatures
World wide finisher, the US, I'm the lyrical president
The UK king, wild sinister
They love me in Canada, they call me the prime minister

Said I'd lose my life on the corner
But I'm in Miami on the balcony, overlookin' the water
Give my credit card to my daughter
Tell her to swipe it like Swiper from Dora The Explorer

And I just bought her the ice that don't melt
I give her what she want, she spoiled like old milk
They'll say the block slow if you ain't really smart chill
Cop from another connect, give you the raw deal

Flip your money twice then come for some more crills
Dudes will flip on you, the game ill
Since they like flippin' on me man, I cop that long steel
Hit him in his side and make him do a cartwheel

You got a system in your truck? Let it bang
I could see your butt from the front, let it bang
You gang bang then it's all the same thing
We can bang it on out, we can bang it out

I dare y'all to violate, we can bang it out
Ice grillin' in my face, we can bang it out
Tryna stick me for my papes, we can bang it out
We can bang it on out, we can bang it on out

You got a system in your truck? Let it bang
I could see your butt from the front, let it bang
You gang bang then it's all the same thing
We can bang it on out, we can bang it out

I dare y'all to violate, we can bang it out
Ice grillin' in my face, we can bang it out
Tryna stick me for my papes, we can bang it out
We can bang it on out, we can bang it on out

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My Loved One - Lyrics - Ice Cube

Title: My Loved One
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Lionel Hunt, O'Shea Jackson, Tristan Jones

Lyric:
Nigga ain't tryin' to do too much

All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun' on my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives and my cousins

All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun' on my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives and my cousins

I like to get down with my peoples and my folks
My dogs and my locs, the room filled with smoke
I got these Crip niggas talkin' to the Bloods
And niggas ain't spreadin' slugs but spreadin' love
(Yeah)

It's the thang we do since '92
What's the use of you killing me and me killing you?
We at the picnic, off the liquid
We the illest in town and nobody gets sick

Heard these freaks don't get along
'Cause one hair is short and one's long
(The dick don't care 'bout no hair)
What you talkin' 'bout? We can work it out
When you with me nigga, all the drinks on the house
(Yeah)

All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun' on my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives and my cousins
(What you wanna do?)

All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun' on my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives and my cousins

(What they hittin' for Cube?)
Oh, you wanna pay the price?
I'm like Poltergeist, when I get ya dice, I make 'em do thangs
Man I got the method like Wu-Tang
Have you niggas changin' like mood rings

So we should kick back on this six pack
Where them bitches at with the fifth of yak
(Oh, they went to get some food too)
I know the people that you came with
And hang with but who's you?

They call me Short Khop
I'm the nigga in the bathroom
With the two bitches and the door locked
(You?)
I know you famous and I must be buzzin'
But can't nobody give head like yo' cousin
(Fuck you)

All I wanna do is have fun with your loved ones
Spend a hun' with your loved ones
Make a run with your loved ones
Your relatives and your cousins
(What you wanna do?)

All I wanna do is have fun with your loved ones
Spend a hun' with your loved ones
Make a run with your loved ones
Your relatives and your cousins

Now be careful on yo' way home, you know it's on with the police
They can't see a nigga get no peace
They pull you over, never carin' if you drunk or sober
They wanna fuck with yo' nuts

Call yo' baby momma sluts, put you in cuffs
In the afterworld, yo' ass gon' get touched
We see you later, workin' for them haters
Fuckin' space invaders comin' up the elevators

To 304, damn, that's my suite
Why you bammin' on the fuckin' door and holdin' heat
Bring yo' ass in, come on, have a seat
We can meet over somethin' to eat, muthafucka

'Cause all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun' with my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives and my cousins
(What you wanna do?)

All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
Spend a hun' on my loved ones
Make a run with my loved ones
My relatives and my cousins
(It's on me and you)

I ain't fuckin' with no niggas that don't love me, bitch
Fuckin' with y'all muthafuckas
We through with the bullshit
Kick rocks nigga, with that bullshit kick rocks

All I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones
My relatives and my cousins

Connect Gang, Connect Gang
Put it down like this
Put it down like this and never ever miss

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40 - Ring It - Lyrics - Tha Hall of Game - E

Title: 40 - Ring It
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E
Composer(s): Anthony Douglas Gilmour, R Waller, Earl Stevens, Robert Lee Green, C Williams

Lyric:
Aight, what's really?
You hit my liker number
This Sick Wid It, Jive Records
Leave your message at the beep

Yeah, on my pager
What you say?
Oh yeah
Kick that shit then nigga

Higher than a bird, off that herb, in the O A K
Off on perv, parked on curb, rollin' up a vay
Licked it three times, laced it with the Alize
About twomp a day, baby hit me frequently
Sneak, and forty, from chocolate short-ay, we been
All prepared, 'cause my nights is no day, the broad say
I last! 'Cause you six months
But I say, she pullin' a gang of major stunts

Bust, bust niggaz, consequences when you're doin' the do
Fuck around and get caught up in a catch twenty-two
In the area, dirt and dust
Where the yah! B.A. Plus
But ain't yo sista Suga-T? Suga-T
Ain't you the one that say sprinkle me, sprinkle me
I loves me some Forty-Ridah
I seen you up in 2Pac's video poppin' your collar

I play this playa shit like Bugs Bunny
Ain't no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain't nuttin' funny
If you're ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell
And leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number
Benzy on Washington, on the cellular phone
You could tell that the Easy Bay was his home
My people goin off like a high school build
And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets on swell

Mobbin' like a playa, but I'm still a G doe
Pager goin' off like C-3PO
Time for the Hurricane, E said word
I put a nigga on his back, fuck what you heard

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

I be so rebel-yalous
When I'm talkin' on my phone-telyalous
You can have my baitch, but I maintain
I chop it up as a loss and charge it to the game
She said you must be playin' some kind of phone tag
'Cause every time I hit you, you don't hit me back
Why is dat? 'Cause you're hella hard to get in contact with
Thought you thought, was killin' big girl was crackin' on some crabs

Six o'clock, the girl said that's my crib be at the West plus
Due to go, left me at home be
Leavin' my ass up in the living room all alone
And I be starvin' rubbin' my monkey fiendin' for some Donkey Kong
Now you're talkin', let's get the show on the road
I know you're tired of barkin', you need to hop on my load
So we can stab out, strike rock and Arroyo Park
At the top of hill, so I can check your oil

I said ah one to the two ah two to two three, tell me why your
Baby momma keep on pagin' me, I didn't give the hoe the number
So why does she call, she says she wanna do me, and all of y'all
But I'm like that nigga on The Mack, I don't want the honey
I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile
I'm sellin' my piece to these tricks 'cause it's the paper chase
Laced with game, see I'm livin' in the hustlers dream, call up a player
If it's major, especially if it's scrilla nigga hit me on my pager

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

Rang it, baby gimme a call
My name you're screamin', how I be hittin' them walls
You got me tinglin', how you be workin' them drawers
With a kiss I make 'em all say this, yeah that's raw
I glance your cut, bass we, big cheeks
With a blast headin' straight for the nut, big A&H
Got some bitches all in the cut, it's that season
Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up

Yo, you're 911ing me to death, what's all that fo'
Got my Williams and fillin' my pager and pager on the overflo'
What's happenin' with all that old bullshit is it really all that
Damn serious, You're draining the hell out of my battery
Got your partner thinkin' curious 'cause in the Y E A A R E A
The game ain't constipated, buckin' around in the Golden State where
The game originated, fools be scandalous they used to be squares
Be turnin' vicious, hit me on pager, hit me if it's major

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
Ring, ring, ring, ring it
Ring my telephone
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
You better ring my telephone

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