N**** Of The Century - Lyrics - Ice Cube

Title: N**** Of The Century
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Charly Charles

Lyric:
Say you little son of a bitch, what you tryin' to be?
When I'm big I wanna be a thug

You wanna be a thug, huh?
What you know about a thug, huh?
You wanna see the bad guy? Look at Ice Cube, that's the bad guy
You need people like him, can point your fingers

Huh? The fuck you know about this shit?
You ready to die? Okay
Where is that, you ready?
'Cuz they ain't touch the bad guy, okay?

I'm the nigga of the century
Oh, so zhuu a bad guy, c'mon prove it
C'mon, you think you bad? How bad you are?

I'm the nigga of the century
C'mon let's see how bad you are
C'mon bad guy, c'mon

We the worsest, all purpose, you want murderers?
We service, hatin' motherfuckers with curb dust
You heard us, don't shit make us nervous
Not even when these fuckin' feds try to serve us

Mention me, when you write it in your history
As a nigga with the key to the mystery
Grand motta ain word don't mean shit to me
Who gives a fuck what they think and what they see

Live how I got to live, give what I got to give
Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative
Hope to raise better kids
The world needs a sedative, pray to God that we let him live

'Cuz you're bad guy, I'm the nigga of the century
The diamond scruff, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

You better mention me, I'm the nigga of the century
Okay, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

A nigga told me to keep hope alive
Survive and '95, I'll get you paradise
So I tried, nigga had to swallow his pride
But look into my eyes, I'm too wise to cook fries

Twelfth grade graduation, summer vacation
Mama said, ?Get the facin' on them applications?
Didn't know back then, I was too young
Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker

What should I do in my life
Reverend Price, do you got some advice before I roll the dice
A nigga don't wanna shoot craps, 'cuz it ain't all fun and games
When you tryin' to get that money Mang

Gang bang, maintain a slang cane
TV got a nigga where he can't use his brain
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, choose or lose
Bitch I don't know the motherfuckin' rules for real

'Cuz you're bad guy, I'm the nigga of the century
The diamond scruff, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

You better mention me, I'm the nigga of the century
Okay, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

Who am I when it's do or die
You can see a man's soul through the human eye
Can't spend all your lifetime gettin' high
'Cuz you and I got to do, for you and I

Actin' wild as a juvenile
Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial
Wait pow, these people ain't playin' now
Got to bring 85 percent of the time now

Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack
In the jet black, listenin' to ruff rap
It's quite simple, you bitche ass niggas don't know
What I've been through, the weather's presidential

The warfare's mental
I sell my soul to the lord for the perfect instrumental
And the number two pencil
And all the hustle found in chromosomes of my kinfolk

'Cuz you're bad guy, I'm the nigga of the century
The diamond scruff, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

You better mention me, I'm the nigga of the century
Okay, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, nigga of the century

Call Loko, take it easy Mang, you got it
You leave it the fuckin' illest nigga to fuckin' shit
That's no problem with that, gonna fuck that
Gonna have a fuckin' heart attack

It's over, everybody knows now
It's no fuckin' secret
You know this motherfucker, okay
It's over, that's it, die bang, bang, bang

I got that bomb, bomb
Ti-ti-tity, bomb, bomb, bomb
When I hit you, uhh

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Do You Remember Rock N' Roll Radio - Lyrics - Kiss

Title: Do You Remember Rock N' Roll Radio
Artist: Kiss
Composer(s): John Cummings, Jeff Hyman, Douglas Colvin

Lyric:
Rock 'n', rock 'n' roll radio
Let's go
Rock 'n', rock 'n' roll radio
Let's go

Rock 'n', rock 'n' roll radio
Let's go
Rock 'n', rock 'n' roll radio
Let's go

Do you remember Hullabaloo
Upbeat, Shindig and Ed Sullivan too?
Do you remember rock 'n' roll radio?
Do you remember rock 'n' roll radio?

Do you remember Murray the K
Alan Freed, and high energy?
It's the end, the end of the 70's
It's the end, the end of the century, yeah, yeah

Do you remember lying in bed
With your covers pulled up over your head?
Radio playin' so no one can see

We need change, we need it fast
Before rock's just part of the past
'Cause lately it all sounds the same to me
Whoa, oh, yeah

Rock 'n', rock 'n' roll radio
Let's go
Rock 'n', rock 'n' roll radio
Let's go

Rock 'n', rock 'n' roll radio
Let's go
Rock 'n', rock 'n' roll radio
Let's go

Listen, will you remember Jerry Lee
John Lennon, T. Rex and O'le Moulty?
It's the end, the end of the 70's
It's the end, the end of the century, yeah

Do you remember lying in bed
With your covers pulled up over your head?
Radio playin' so no one can see

We need change, we need it fast
Before rock's just part of the past
'Cause lately it all sounds the same to me
Whoa, oh, yeah

Rock 'n', rock 'n' roll radio
Let's go
Rock 'n', rock 'n' roll radio
Let's go

Rock 'n', rock 'n' roll radio
Let's go
Rock 'n', rock 'n' roll radio
Let's go

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Smoke Weed Everyday - Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

Title: Smoke Weed Everyday
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): David Axelrod, Brian Anthony Bailey, Melvin Bradford, . Snoop Doggy Dogg, Andre Young

Lyric:
Da da da da daa
It's tha mothafuckin' D oh double G
(Snoop Dogg)
Da da da da daa
You know I'm mobbin' with the D R E
Yeah yeah yeah
You know who's back up in this mothafucker

What what what what
So blaze the weed out there
Blaze it up
Blaze that shit up nigga
Yeah, waz up Snoop?

Top Dogg buy them all nigga burn this shit up
D P G C my nigga turn that shit up
CPT, LBC yeah we hookin' back up
N' when they bang this in the club baby, you gotta get up

Thug niggas, drug dealers yeah they givin' it up
Low life, your life boy we livin' it up
Take a chance that's why we dancin' in the party fo' sho'
Slip my ho a forty four n' she crept in it back do'

Bitches lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care
Step up in this mothafucker just to swingin' my hair
Bitch quit talkin', Crip walk if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick take this dope from this jet

Outta town put it down for father of rap
N' if your ass get crack bitch shut your trap
Come back get back that's the part of success
N' if you believe the X, then you'll relievin' your stress

Da da da da daa
It's the mothafuckin' D R E
Dr. Dre mothafucker, what what what what
Da da da da daa

You know I'm mobbing with the D oh double G
Straight off the fuckin' street's of CPT
King of the beats n' you ride to em' in your fleet wood
(Fleet wood)
Or Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs

How you feel?
Whoopty whoop nigga what?
Dre n' snoop chroniced out
In the 'llac with doc in the back

Sippin' 'gnac, clip in the strap
Dippin' through hoods
What hoods? Compton, Long Beach, Ingelwood
South Central out to the West side
(West side)

It's California love this California bud
Got a nigga gang of pub
I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
With my jeans on n' my team's strong

Get my drink on n' my smoke on
Then go home with somethin' to poke on
(Waz up bitch)
Loc' it's on for the two triple, oh
Comin' real it's the next episode

Hold up, hey
For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft
We don't play
We gonna rockin' 'til the weels fall of

Hold up, hey
For my niggas who be acting to bold
Take a seat
Hope you ready for the next episode, hey
Smoke weed everyday

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Thug Luv - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Thug Luv
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Tupac Shakur, Tony Cowan, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mc Cane

Lyric:
Nigga we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A.
Nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga what time is it?

I don't give a fuck where you lay at
It's time to slay these bitch made niggas
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is

Where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time
Well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it

Well I must be close to the Armageddon
Lord You know that I won't fly that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson
You brought and am I stressing it softly

Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted
Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level
They can't stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all

I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war

Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror for what the did it all pause for the cause
And I fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga
Wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on

All y'all fall Bizzy gettin' bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me Lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps

Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin' up over Cleveland

Ha ha ha what's poppin' nigga? Put your motherfucking
Hand on your strap nigga, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or be like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby

I'll probably be punished for hard livin' blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in Gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to Father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life

Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse

My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home
Thug Luv playas tell these bitch niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now

Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a
Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep
Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me

Little thug from the land nigga never ran
Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand
It's the number 1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put in some work do some dirt

Fuckin' round with the band Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya

So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust
For the love of the lust niggas bustin' on us
Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt
It's the Art Of War putting niggas on the floor

When I'm comin' through the door
Bringin' nothin' but terror
Causing much to the nigga that dared us
Trying to put a twist in this thugsta era

Paired up with a nigga like Pac
And a nigga like me gotta stay high
Thug Luv till I die keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood smoke and fry

So I beg the Lord to save us all escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century

Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down
Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing
Through then hit the ground
And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga

Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fuckin' with this
I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend
I reload buck a little more flee the scene
'Fore the po-po even know what you lookin' for

They don't know a motherfucker with a Leatherface hey
Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way
You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah

A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes
So get high and analyze your crime
Directly organized with results you'll be surprised

Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride?
Playa hating niggas you gots to die
It's over wit Bone better leave it alone
Mo Thug I'm cracking' fuckin' domes

Still in the hood where the thugs play
Fuckin' wit nothin' but thugs man
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses
We crackin' them domes around my way

Give it to 'em on another level nigga
Get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead
Infrared to the head you can beg
But still gone bleed bloody red

Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight
'Cause we out ridin' looking for you
Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust
Straight got the Infrared

Put it on his forehead make some moves
Send flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

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Resurrection - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Resurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jimmy Jt Thomas, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Where the fiends at?
Nigga
Bone Thugs
Harmony

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money

Why's my babys bangin', beefin' with me, squashed it ordained it
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life
I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down

And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas
I don't know that who?d ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me
That?ll get me in trouble

Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin'
"Who do you think you are?"
When I?m sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We in the Flesh

Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas
Gotta get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
fuck what u heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw

Till I die, I'm down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious
Let a nigga know
Maybe then we can roll

Nigga bad to the Bone
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin' up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent

Bitches was not invited
Put ?em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin'
We buck

Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out
I reloadin' and buckin' again, some mo
Nigga puttin' it down, worldwide

Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us
But we don?t trip
We still get madd ass love

I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin' cash and jewelry
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast

Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die
Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life
It?s just T H U G we be

And it ain't no thang
Keep buckin' duckin'
Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Time after time, everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death
Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of wealth

Tryin' to help they self
And I really can?t blame you
'Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs keepin' it raw

Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life
Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin' that 2-11
That's why I got heat for Armageddon

Picture Lay on his knees and I?m beggin'
Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama, I'mma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass

Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga
Is the nigga that's standin' up last
Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash
Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed

Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play
Even myself I could die today

I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'mma hold my ground
And I'mma lace my boots

So when it's time to shoot, then that's it
Screamin' out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga

It?s all about money, yeah
I'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin' with niggas that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all been actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

Get out my pockets, betta count your shit
It?s still St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with
You don't wanna fuck with

Dollars and dollars but still we gotta get mo
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore
(Uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin', bus rides, and Eazy

Fo cheese, believe me, believe me,
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love, I'ma always get mine
And I mean that, gotta have that, paper paper
Money money, money, money

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin? in command
You thought of me closin' the book
On this bitch on ya?ll, flip on y'all
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg

It?s all good,
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell ?em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(You real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin' on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)

Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo fo' the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a damn thang changed
'Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, they?re down and we?ll bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin' he famous

We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh

And if I can go bite the bullet
So Eazy in my Cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where y'all at?

21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the Howse
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand

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Resurrection (Paper, Paper) - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Resurrection (Paper, Paper)
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jimmy Jt Thomas, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Where the fiends at?
Nigga
Bone Thugs
Harmony

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money

Why's my babys bangin', beefin' with me, squashed it ordained it
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life
I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down

And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas
I don't know that who?d ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me
That?ll get me in trouble

Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin'
"Who do you think you are?"
When I?m sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We in the Flesh

Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas
Gotta get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
fuck what u heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw

Till I die, I'm down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious
Let a nigga know
Maybe then we can roll

Nigga bad to the Bone
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin' up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent

Bitches was not invited
Put ?em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin'
We buck

Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out
I reloadin' and buckin' again, some mo
Nigga puttin' it down, worldwide

Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us
But we don?t trip
We still get madd ass love

I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin' cash and jewelry
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast

Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die
Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life
It?s just T H U G we be

And it ain't no thang
Keep buckin' duckin'
Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Time after time, everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death
Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of wealth

Tryin' to help they self
And I really can?t blame you
'Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs keepin' it raw

Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life
Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin' that 2-11
That's why I got heat for Armageddon

Picture Lay on his knees and I?m beggin'
Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama, I'mma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass

Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga
Is the nigga that's standin' up last
Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash
Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed

Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play
Even myself I could die today

I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'mma hold my ground
And I'mma lace my boots

So when it's time to shoot, then that's it
Screamin' out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga

It?s all about money, yeah
I'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin' with niggas that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all been actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

Get out my pockets, betta count your shit
It?s still St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with
You don't wanna fuck with

Dollars and dollars but still we gotta get mo
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore
(Uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin', bus rides, and Eazy

Fo cheese, believe me, believe me,
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love, I'ma always get mine
And I mean that, gotta have that, paper paper
Money money, money, money

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin? in command
You thought of me closin' the book
On this bitch on ya?ll, flip on y'all
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg

It?s all good,
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell ?em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(You real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin' on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)

Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo fo' the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a damn thang changed
'Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, they?re down and we?ll bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin' he famous

We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh

And if I can go bite the bullet
So Eazy in my Cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where y'all at?

21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the Howse
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand

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Last Century Promise - Lyrics - The International Noise Conspiracy

Title: Last Century Promise
Artist: The International Noise Conspiracy
Composer(s): Dennis Lyxzen, Inge Johnasson, Sara Almgren, Ludvig Dahlberg, Lars Stromberg

Lyric:
Last century promised so much
But look at us now, when we are all grown up
Last century promised so much
But all our heroes are dead or corrupt

Last century promised so much
But our roles have all become outdated
Last century promised so much
And our thoughts are all second rated

As radical as we want to be
No shame or anxiety in our dreams
Playing the part of selling discontent
But we are as real as we are going to get

Last century promised so much
Like cheap salvation through rock 'n' roll
Last century promised so much
A million new ways to save our little souls

Last century promised so much
But we are still waiting for some kind of reward
Last century promised so much
But here we are unsatisfied and bored

But what did become of us
A borrowed intellect and a stolen pose
Dismantling the power with the rules it sets
But we are as real as it's going to get

We destroy ourselves every night with the
Intention of salvation in sight
We know that this is all that you want to see
'Cause we are as real as real can be

We know that it feels like fucking fake
And how much more of this can we take
We know that this is all that you want to see
'Cause essence is nowhere and nothing is real

As radical as we want to be
No shame or anxiety in our dreams
Playing the part of selling discontent
But we are as real as we are going to get

And what did become of us
A borrowed intellect and a stolen pose
Dismantling the power with the rules it sets
But we are as real as it's going to get

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Thug Love - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Thug Love
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Tupac Shakur, Tony Cowan, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mc Cane

Lyric:
Nigga we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A.
Nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga what time is it?

I don't give a fuck where you lay at
It's time to slay these bitch made niggas
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is

Where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time
Well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it

Well I must be close to the Armageddon
Lord You know that I won't fly that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson
You brought and am I stressing it softly

Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted
Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level
They can't stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all

I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war

Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror for what the did it all pause for the cause
And I fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga
Wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on

All y'all fall Bizzy gettin' bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me Lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps

Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin' up over Cleveland

Ha ha ha what's poppin' nigga? Put your motherfucking
Hand on your strap nigga, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or be like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby

I'll probably be punished for hard livin' blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in Gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to Father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life

Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse

My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home
Thug Luv playas tell these bitch niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now

Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a
Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep
Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me

Little thug from the land nigga never ran
Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand
It's the number 1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put in some work do some dirt

Fuckin' round with the band Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya

So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust
For the love of the lust niggas bustin' on us
Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt
It's the Art Of War putting niggas on the floor

When I'm comin' through the door
Bringin' nothin' but terror
Causing much to the nigga that dared us
Trying to put a twist in this thugsta era

Paired up with a nigga like Pac
And a nigga like me gotta stay high
Thug Luv till I die keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood smoke and fry

So I beg the Lord to save us all escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century

Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down
Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing
Through then hit the ground
And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga

Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fuckin' with this
I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend
I reload buck a little more flee the scene
'Fore the po-po even know what you lookin' for

They don't know a motherfucker with a Leatherface hey
Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way
You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah

A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes
So get high and analyze your crime
Directly organized with results you'll be surprised

Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride?
Playa hating niggas you gots to die
It's over wit Bone better leave it alone
Mo Thug I'm cracking' fuckin' domes

Still in the hood where the thugs play
Fuckin' wit nothin' but thugs man
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses
We crackin' them domes around my way

Give it to 'em on another level nigga
Get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead
Infrared to the head you can beg
But still gone bleed bloody red

Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight
'Cause we out ridin' looking for you
Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust
Straight got the Infrared

Put it on his forehead make some moves
Send flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

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The N***A Trapp - Lyrics - Laugh Now, Cry Later - Ice Cube

Title: The N***A Trapp
Album: Laugh Now, Cry Later
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): James D'Agostino, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Now that's how this shit go
And I know you don't like me spittin' in your motherfuckin' face
But ain't a motherfuckin' thing, you can do about a nigga
Punk motherfucker

Some people may say well, you over dramatized it, no we're not
It's not a drama workshop it is a reality
Things like that do take place in prisons
The murders, the suicides, as well as the rapes
Do take place inside these human warehouses

Nigga I'm a hustler, act like I'm lovin' ya
Don't mind fuckin' ya, just like the Governor
Used to be the dope man, rolled a hundred spokes man
When I come through, treat me like the Pope man

Ghetto spokesman, I know niggaz
In East side Oakland all the way to Brooklyn
And they love my shitty drawers, what you smokin'?
Think you got the balls, nigga I'm a Trojan

Catchin' all that just like a prophylac'
Don't reproduce that bullshit is whack
Flavor Flav with a white bitch that is whack
Got to put the nigga back in my Cadillac

Take him to the hood, where it's action packed
Let him know that the target's still on his back
It's a hustle called capitalism
Got my niggaz in prison, all stuck in the system, yeah

Recognize who's a hustler, George Dubya
He's the one that's sittin' back, fuckin' ya
With a big dick stuck in ya
I'm from a place where the fuckin' Terminator is the Governor

I got a Public Pretender
Tryin' to make me a winner
Nigga please don't surrender
They'll have you for dinner

The ghetto is a nigga trap, take the cheese
Soon as you do it here come the police
Invented and designed fo' us to fail
Where you gon' end up, dead or in jail

You only got two places
State of California got two faces
Motherfuckin' devils get straight racist
When they get you in them lonely dark places

Concrete slave ships never move
Where niggaz like us get used like a mule
Don't let 'em catch you, arrest you
Strip and undress you, throw you in a cesspool

You wanna know the crime of the century
A ghetto elementary, a mental penitentiary
Black man, you never been friend of me
Boy you kin to me, why we enemies?

The ghetto is a trap
Fuck where you from, nigga look where you at
Where you wanna be? Point it out on a map
Don't be scared to leave homey, we can come back

If you wanna come back to this bullshit
Most of it comin' straight out the pulpit
We got to change our ways in the hood
Understand that it's AIDS in the hood

The nigga trap

The ghetto is a nigga trap, take the cheese
Soon as you do it here come the police
Invented and designed fo' us to fail
Where you gon' end up, dead or in jail

The ghetto is a nigga trap, take the cheese
Soon as you do it here come the police
Invented and designed fo' us to fail
Where you gon' end up, dead or in jail

I got a Public Pretender
Tryin' to make me a winner
Nigga please don't surrender

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Papa Was A Rodeo - Lyrics - 69 Love Songs - The Magnetic Fields

Title: Papa Was A Rodeo
Album: 69 Love Songs
Artist: The Magnetic Fields
Composer(s): Stephin Merritt

Lyric:
I like your twisted point of view, Mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty clear what you like
It's only fair to tell you now

That I leave early in the morning
And I won't be back till next year
I see that kiss-me pucker forming
But maybe you should plug it with a beer, 'cause

Papa was a rodeo, mama was a rock 'n' roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker's hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know, papa was a rodeo

The light reflecting off the mirror ball
Looks like a thousand swirling eyes
They make me think I shouldn't be here at all
You know, every minute someone dies

What are we doing in this dive bar?
How can you live in a place like this?
Why don't you just get into my car?
And I'll take you away I'll take that kiss now, but

Papa was a rodeo, mama was a rock 'n' roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker's hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know, papa was a rodeo

And now it's 55 years later
We've had the romance of the century
After all these years wrestling gators
I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me

Papa was a rodeo, mama was a rock 'n' roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker's hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know, papa was a rodeo
What a coincidence, your papa was a rodeo too

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Waiting To Die - Lyrics - Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon

Title: Waiting To Die
Album: Mickey Avalon
Artist: Mickey Avalon
Composer(s): Dave Cooley, Yeshe Perl

Lyric:
We are going to have a open sexual intercourse
On every street corner of America

Looking out the window but then I can't help but wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day, I'm waiting to die

I came twice this shit as any German Sheisse the flick
I'll sperm on your perm, leave cigarette burns on your tits
It's Mickey Avalon, all up in your prom
Pissing in the fruit punch with a baby blue tuxedo on

The dopest is rapper this century
I sodomized your father in a federal penitentiary
And on the day I got out
I went to your mother's house and slept on the couch

A street walker selling cock for rock
At the flea market trying to hock my watch
I stay on beat when I work the concrete
Some honeys give me money and others do my laundry

Mickey Avalon, the kosher salami
For twenty you get Chachi for forty he gets you Fonzie
A motherfucker hustler kamikaze
I use to bust tables but now I sell my body

Looking out the window but then I can't help but wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day, I'm waiting to die

Looking out the window but then I can't help but wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day, I'm waiting to die

Here is how we're gonna do it
For the first time in America
There is a generation of visionary maniac
White mother country dope fiend rock 'n' roll freaks
Who are ready to get down

I deliver quick with the magic stick
Tragedy subside when honeys rub on it
It's Mickey Avalon, dick thick as a baton
The illest motherfucker from here to Vietnam

I used to work nights at Hot Cock dot com
But then I got fired when my mom logged on
I'm on the run, my dad's a bum
I asked my girl if she loved me and she just said, ?Umm?

I bust flows that turn nuns to hos
So wake you from your slumber then shake you out ya clothes
There aren't no other late night lover
All up on the track like Scatman Crothers

I'll bust through the shudders, masked in a rubber
Duct tape your mother and butt rape your brother
Break down the lumber and shake my cucumber
When you're at home alone you know my phone number

Looking out the window but then I can't help but wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day, I'm waiting to die

Looking out the window but then I can't help but wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day, I'm waiting to die

Looking out the window but then I can't help but wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day, I'm waiting to die

Looking out the window but then I can't help but wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day, I'm waiting to die

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