Big Kids Don'T Play - Lyrics - Grand Puba

Title: Big Kids Don'T Play
Artist: Grand Puba
Composer(s): M Dixon

Lyric:
Wa-da-da-dah-dang
Check it
The big kids don't play
Nope, we don't play
The big kids don't play
Toys ain't us
The big kids don't play
Huh, we don't play
The big kids don't play
Check it yo

Here goes the flow, from your favorite dynamo
Grand Puba, dougie mo', to show that we can flow slow
Some of them seem to think, that they're-biggidu-bobbebly-swing
Come on in, try again, 'cause here's the next one my friend

We know what our people want, it's the real dope shit
Twenty-four hours a day, the big kids don't play
So you can relax, all your problems and you come you come you come
Grand Puba's the one to get the job done

Well then you knock knock knock upon my door door door
If you really wanna see, God body
Grand Puba is comin' to slam it and you can believe it's no trouble to me
'Cause I wreck shop, on the non-stop, grab the big props
Then I change it up a bit to flip it on some next shit
That's how it goes when you got the Puba flows
I guess I'm a natural, yeah

How the chorus go
The big kids don't play
Here we go
The big kids don't play
Nanana-nah-nah
The big kids don't play
Huh, we don't play
The big kids don't play
Parlay parlay parlay
The big kids don't play
Check the resume

Knock it off, because you know who's the boss
When it comes to this type of shit, you know what time is it
So, flow with the motion with the brother smooth as lotion
I'm not boastin' here it is because I have the magic portion
Grand Puba the mad rhymin' Ravin God child
With more rhymes than tokens in the turn style

Check it, here goes a noise for the ghetto girls and boys
I do it strictly for my people so come get your jolly joys
Not the type to get some loot, then flip and be conservative
I stay true, God body, word is bond, with no preservative

So cancel all the nonsense that you heard, thus far
You wanted the best at your request so here we are
So call me the grand man, I laid off the sandman 'cause I like
Workin' nights, I hit some joints and then I get into flights

Then push uptown to shabazz, get a fish sandwich with bean soup
Half and half, sign a few, autographs, jet back
Downtown, catch up with my staff and if you think
That you can follow this flow please don't make me laugh

You know why
The big kids don't play
Nope we don't play
The big kids don't play
Ha-hahah-ha-hah
The big kids don't play
Yeah yeah,a-da-day
The big kids don't play
How we go yo
The big kids don't play

The big kids don't play
The big kids don't play
The big kids don't play
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Not Gon' Cry - Lyrics - Share My World - Mary J Blige

Title: Not Gon' Cry
Album: Share My World
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Kenny Edmonds

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Lyric:
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Help me out here, c'mon

While all the time that I was loving you
You were busy loving yourself
I would stop breathing if you told me to
Now you're busy loving someone else

Eleven years out of my life
Besides the kids I have nothing to show
Wasted my years a fool of a wife
I shoulda have left your ass a long time ago

Well, I'm not gon cry, I'm not gon cry
I'm not gon shed no tears
No, I'm not gon cry, it's not the time
'Cuz you're not worth my tears

Well, I'm not gon cry, I'm not gon cry
I'm not gon shed no tears
No, I'm not gon cry, it's not the time
'Cuz you're not worth my tears

I was your lover and your secretary
Working every day of the week
Was at the job when no one else was there
Helping you get on your feet

Eleven years of sacrifice
And you can leave me at the drop of a dime
Swallowed my fears, stood by your side
I shoulda left your ass a thousand times

Well, I'm not gon cry, I'm not gon cry
I'm not gon shed no tears
No, I'm not gon cry, it's not the time
'Cuz you're not worth my tears

Well, I'm not gon cry, I'm not gon cry
I'm not gon shed no tears
No, I'm not gon cry, it's not the time
'Cuz you're not worth my tears

I know there are no guarantees
See in love you take your chances
But somehow it seems fucked up to me
Just look at the circumstances

Through sickness and health
'Till death do us part
Those were the words
That we said from our hearts

So now when you say
That you're leaving me
I don't get that part, hell no

I was your lover and your secretary
Working every day of the week
Was at the job when no one else was there
Helping him get on his feet

Eleven years of sacrifice
And he can leave me at the drop of a dime
Swallowed my fears, stood by your side
I shoulda left your ass a thousand times

Well, I'm not gon cry, I'm not gon cry
I'm not gon shed no tears
No, I'm not gon cry, it's not the time
'Cuz you're not worth my tears

Well, I'm not gon cry, I'm not gon cry
I'm not gon shed no tears
No, I'm not gon cry, it's not the time
'Cuz you're not worth my tears

Well, I'm not gon cry, I'm not gon cry
I'm not gon shed no tears
No, I'm not gon cry, it's not the time
'Cuz you're not worth my tears

Well, I'm not gon cry, I'm not gon cry
I'm not gon shed no tears
No, I'm not gon cry, it's not the time
'Cuz you're not worth my tears

I said he was never, ever, ever, ever
Ever, ever, ever, ever
Worth any of these tears
{He wasn't worth it
Was he worth it ladies? Hell no
You know what
We ain't gonna miss him, fuck it
But guess what}

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Spread Love - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: Spread Love
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita

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Lyric:
Ahh haa
Yea yea
Ahh haa

First of all, we the one and only infamous
Everybody wanna use the name
Soundin' all blame
We come up in the party
With them shanks and things
Have you curled up on the floor
Feelin' the pain
And nine times outta ten
We ain't even start the shit
We finish it
Then they wanna press charges
Plus everybody and their mother
Wanna act tough
'Til they discover how fast a nigga
Leave them under white covers
Was a thumper
Till he met the forty thunder

Now I feel strange
When I walk by his mother
It's fucked up
That's how the ball bounce
The cookie crumbles
That's what the guns do
Dead you, on the humble
But God forgive me
Niggas tryin' to hit me
What I'm supposed to do
You talk about my life
And a nigga got a lot to loose
So I, tuck the heaters
Then proceed to move
We a mob for real
You an example

You should spread love not war
'Cause my shit is poppin'
And I'd be God damned if you shot me
You should spread love not war
'Cause you won't feel safe
Comin' out your crib, knowin' that we got beef
You should spread love not war
Just think about your kids
How they need you alive for your guidance
You should spread love not war
'Cause death hurts whole families
(Yea, yea)
Imagine it's your mom that grieves

Two in the neck
Yes you will, if you
Not feelin' me yet
Outta respect
Can't stand it man
You niggas is sex
Sweatin' hard ain't do shit
But run your list
But when a nigga get confronted
All he do is take the fifth
Not the long, talk about the four
Niggas is raw
You ain't know, now you know
Leakin' down on the floor
Never a need for my words

Believe what you heard
Never flash a gat and go bust it
That shit is absurd
'Cause I be right back
To my brother say word
You got to drive, no doubt
I cock it bein' tougher for herbs
'Cause the, plot is power
An I do it for hours
Won't save me for a minute
Till I move on you cowards
Direct, drama to us
Infamous be the ones and we rowdy
Million dollar ballad
Make an album, get classes

You should spread love not war
'Cause my shit is poppin'
And I'd be God damned if you shot me
We should spread love not war
'Cause you won't feel safe
Comin' out your ass, knowin' that we got beef
You should spread love not war
Just think about your kids
How they need you alive for their guidance
We should spread love not war
'Cause death hurts whole families
Imagine it's your mom that grieves

Look around your
Surrounded by the M O B
B D E E P
Infamous niggas rep
Queens bridge housing P's
My dunns come through
With the big long chains
Plus we got guns, to blow your brains
Niggas learn when they feel the pain
Know what sayin'?
Straight like that
Standin' ovation with Max
We clap niggas for less
Splash niggas for laughs
Shift the game
Raise your odds

I need ninety three thousand
For sixteen bars
Put out the movie
The hoods rush the stores
Seven hundred thousand
From out the doors
We the most thorough
Need I say more?
The hoes love the morgue
'Cause we so raw
Handcuff you whore
When P come through the scene
Glowin' like a black light
On white clothin

You should spread love not war
'Cause my shit is poppin'
And I'd be God damned if you shot me
We should spread love not war
'Cause you won't feel safe
Comin' out your ass, knowin' that we got beef
We need to spread love not war
Just think about your kids
How they need you alive for their guidance
You should spread love not war
'Cause death hurts whole families
Imagine it's your mom that grieves

You should spread love not war
'Cause my shit is poppin'
And I'd be God damned if you shot me
You should spread love not war
'Cause you won't feel safe
Comin' out your ass, knowin' that we got beef
We need to spread love not war
Just think about your kids
How they need you alive for their guidance
You should spread love not war
'Cause death hurts whole families
Imagine it's your mom that grieves

You should spread love not war
'Cause my shit is poppin'
And I'd be God damned if you shot me
You should spread love not war
'Cause I don't give a fuck
(Nigga what's up)
(War)
We need to spread love not war

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The Truth - Lyrics - KRS-One - Krs One

Title: The Truth
Album: KRS-One
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
It's not natural if it goes against God
It's not factual, her truth is not hard
It's not natural if it goes against God
It's not factual, gimme the truth

Listen to the lyric as the negative is shrinkin'
It's shrinkin' out your life when you decide to change your thinkin'
One of the first things we gotta switch around, of course
Is Jesus Christ and him dying on the cross

You're looking at the cross, surrounded in it's mystery
With Jesus on the cross in a total misery
Now separate Jesus from the cross, so you can see
The truth about the cross and the cross's history

The cross was created by the Roman government
It's only purpose and use is capital punishment
But Jesus Christ was all about the revolution
While the cross was used as Jesus Christ's execution

See what if Jesus Christ was hung upon a tree
Upon every church wall, that's exactly what you'd see
If Jesus Christ was shot in the head with no respect
We'd all have little gold guns around our neck

If Jesus Christ was killed in electric chair, now get it
You'd be kneeling to the electric chair with Jesus still in it
You gaze upon the cross and you see the execution
You yell, "Stop the violence" but the cross, you're still using

It's not natural if it goes against God
It's not factual, her truth is not hard
It's not natural if it goes against God
It's not factual, gimme the truth

So I say listen, listen, open up your third eye vision
God is not down with religion
Religion they be sellin' it, listen up, God is intelligent
Reading of The Bible is irrelevant

You gotta look within yourself, not a scripture
KRS-One comes to rearrange the God picture
If you sit and believe, you can achieve
If you sit and accept, you don't know, what's correct or incorrect

Take for instance, Adam and Eve
The first two people on the planet or so you believe
Their first time in heaven kids they had, Cain and Abel
Now let me show you why the story's unstable

According to the story, according to what you believe
There was only Cain, Abel, Adam and Eve
On the whole planet, now use your intellect
And tell me, what did Cain and Abel do for sex?

Upon the whole planet, there was not another
Could it be for sex, they were looking at each other?
Hold up! I thought the church wasn't into that
But wait, still yet, there is another fact

How did the world get populated?
Now tell me if I'm wrong but obviously Eve had it goin' on
Think for a minute, I know it gets notorious
But yo G, check out the chorus

It's not natural if it goes against God
It's not factual, her truth is not hard
It's not natural if it goes against God
It's not factual, gimme the truth

Yo yo, yo bring that back
I wanna say something on this Blast Master session
Yo, this is Rich Nice
You brothers gotta stop treating these hoes like nice girls
And these nice girls like hoes

True indeed, I'd like to welcome the rebirth of the Goddess
Word up, it's all about knowledge of self
Yo Busta Rhymes, why don't you take the session over from here

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Dro In Da Wind (Ride Out Mix) - Lyrics - Trick Daddy

Title: Dro In Da Wind (Ride Out Mix)
Artist: Trick Daddy
Composer(s): Vaughan Carrington Mason, Thomas Calloway, Andre Patton, Gregory Bufford, Corey Evans, Phalon Alexander, Maurice Young, Jerome Andrew Bell

Lyric:
Ha, ha, ha
That's just the sound of the Hen', true story Buddy Roe
They say tell the truth, Shane and them
(Uh, uh)
Thank God for the thugs too

Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the wind

I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geeky ass nigga
Collard green, neck bone eatin' ass nigga
Always wearin' my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky

Growed up eatin' Spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and watt's no mo' covers

A little bad motherfucker always rude and always in trouble
(Ah, ha)
None of my teachers ain't like me
(Uh, uh)
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me
If you growed up the way I did
You gotta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooh)
Trick love the kids

Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the wind

Cut me a seven-tries Chevy, put dubs on that bitch
(Uh, uh)
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin' this shit
(Lovin' this shit)
And wait a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin'? Bitch fuck you
(Uh, uh)

That's right I'm a rude ass nigga
Quick to do you, cut a fool ass nigga
Weighin' in at bout a buck six, five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live
(That's right)
You know legs, wings and short thighs
(Short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides

Hot whore work her con con, Valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four, four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect, I'll disconnect ya line

With a sick SWAT, when shits hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not
Ya stoppin' the grace, get out my space and my face
Fore me and my ace a lay down the whole place

Recognize, this is the verbalize
Surprise, fuckin' with me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchosen, 'cuz my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast
So pass, outlast, 'bout cash

Mo' sickly, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin' mean but you ain't no killa
(Ooh, Trick love the kids)

Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the wind

Look at what we got, the rims and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
Like a serial killer was squeezin' on my throat box
In the clutches of danger but not a stranger on the block

Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin' my chest up?
Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist
Strain of this slang and inject it into your veins

Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a rear front face
Movin' through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race

To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks
Then I slipped on some of that O with the wind
I'm bustin' straight out the path like a three piece
Of galactic, before you slack it

You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic
Not intended for any illegal purposes'
It's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
(Ya gotta understand Trick love the kids)
(Trick love the kids)

Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind
With the 'dro in the wind

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Crossroads - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: Crossroads
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): J T Smith, M Smith, B Ervin

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Lyric:
The wind is howlin' the rain pours down
Eyes are blood-shot heartbeat pounds
Lights go out the whole world's in darkness
The ground is tremblin', dogs are barkless
In the sky there appears a great light
Burnin' all the flesh off the creatures of the night
Ah, cryin' in a childless tone
Terrified of dyin' a painful death alone

Don't smile lest the innocent child
The power of God is gonna get you through [incomprehensible]
Throw like a hit from the best
Take it in a slump, ha ha, feel it in your chest
Conquerin' the world with the words
Leadin' the children like herds
I can feel it buildin', I'm about to explode
I'm walkin' on the crossroads

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked walkin' on the crossroads

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked at the crossroads

Violins and trumpets play
25 thousand people in a golden sleigh
On there way to the promised land
Deliverance but yet some don't understand
Rough on a late night thrill
After midnight kill or be killed
Soldiers, warriors, mercenaries
Crossin' each other on the combat zone

Supreme power on the throne
Lightning strikes in every home
Terrified men run down the street
So many dead bodies, it's hard to eat
Come, we gotta rise above the wall
To see what no man has seen before
Blindin' light that got you through the night
God is on your side, to got in a fight

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked walkin' on the crossroads

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked at the crossroads

Homicide, suicide, death, boom, ain't nobody left
Ooh, it's startin' to take effect
You're on your knees, you're scared to death
Tornados with a thousand people spinnin'
One fight at the cross and now God is winin'
The whole Earth cracks in half
The sea turns red from the blood bath
Abandoned buildings burned and two remain

Terrified you feel the fire blaze, the ground can't hold your weight
You reach out to grab the pearly gates
Who clocked this fuck not from space?
Never again will you see the human race
19 angels leadin' the devil straight to hell, torment, pain
What you're seein' here, you can't explain
All your life some men we played the game
Never realize that there's a flame

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked walkin' on the crossroads

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked at the crossroads

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked you're walkin' on the crossroads

People livin' in a shack at the crossroads
Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads
Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads
Everybody's gettin' jacked at the crossroads
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5 Years From Now - Lyrics - Who Is Mike Jones? - Mike Jones

Title: 5 Years From Now
Album: Who Is Mike Jones?
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Salih Williams, Mike Jones

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Lyric:
Yeah, Mike Jones, who? Mike Jones
Where will I be at 5 years from now
5 years from now
5 years from now

Where would I go, who would I see in 5 years from now?
Tell me how will I live
Will I raise some kids, yeah, 5 years from now?
Will I be locked down or will I be underground, yeah
5 years from now?
Tell me what my future hold, it scares me not to know
What I'ma be doin' 5 years from now

I live life daily, scared to make babies
It's hard to plan your future when the world goin' crazy
Kids with no food, who can they turn to
Beside they own people, I swear this world evil

They see us on TV, they thinkin' we should be
The main ones providin' for our community
But the government is paid, dishin' out minimum wage
They don't care about the streets as long as they get paid

My advice is please vote, don't take it as a joke
'Cause 5 years from now the world could be gone in smoke
Now everybody's gone 'cause they ain't stand strong
An' vote for a leader that can lead our country home

We got people in Iraq, tell me why they can't come home
If you care about your future, please listen to the song
We got people in Iraq, tell me why they can't come home
If you care about your future, please listen to the song

Where would I go, who would I see in 5 years from now?
Tell me how will I live
Will I raise some kids, yeah, 5 years from now?
Will I be locked down or will I be underground, yeah
5 years from now?
Tell me what my future hold, it scares me not to know
What I'ma be doin' 5 years from now

I think about my homies, I think about my momma
I think about what's goin' on, I think about the drama
I think about the world, I think about my life
5 years from now, will I have me a wife?

Will I have me some kids? Tell me how will I live
Will I be doin' wrong or will I live positive?
Will I live to get a Grammy or will I be with my granny?
5 years from now, I don't think you understand me

I'm tryin' to hold on, I'm tryin' to stay strong
It's hard not knowin' what's really goin' on
But I try to maintain, keep my head in the game
When shit ain't lookin' too good, I pray for better thangs

I keep the Lord on my side 'til the day I die
Will I blow up big? I don't know but I'll try
I keep the Lord on my side 'til the day I die
Will I blow up big? I don't know but I'll try

Where would I go, who would I see in 5 years from now?
Tell me how will I live
Will I raise some kids, yeah, 5 years from now?
Will I be locked down or will I be underground, yeah
5 years from now?
Tell me what my future hold, it scares me not to know
What I'ma be doin' 5 years from now

How could you think about the future
When the world goin' crazy?
Kids havin' kids, they too young to make babies
I'm livin' in the world so sheisty an' shady
Mike Jones, Jones

5 years from now, will I be dead, boxed up?
Or in the pen for ten like Akon, 'Locked Up'?
Tell me how would I live, will I have me some kids?
Will I blow up big in showbiz 5 years from now?

Where would I go, who would I see in 5 years from now?
Tell me how will I live
Will I raise some kids, yeah, 5 years from now?
Will I be locked down or will I be underground, yeah
5 years from now?
Tell me what my future hold, it scares me not to know
What I'ma be doin' 5 years from now

Where would I go?
Where would I stay 5 years from now?
It scares me not to know
It scares me not to know, yeah

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Hot - Lyrics - The Sneak Attack - Krs One

Title: Hot
Album: The Sneak Attack
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Maurice Ernest Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

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Lyric:
Yeah, who will be standing when the smoke clears?
(KRS-One)
Word up, what's up with this? We're coming through
Boogie Down style, kid, what's up?
This is KRS-One, the light at the end of the tunnel

Yo, they not hot, all they do is talk a lot
That's not hot, where's your respect on the block?
That's hot, not 'cause you're friends with the cops
That's not hot, a real MC you're not

I'm hot, been hot, repeatedly heated
Don't call the teacher, hah, you best be seated
You got these kids gazed up like you own the inventory
Fake muthafuckas ain't tellin' the whole story

Tell 'em how you borrow from everyone you knew
And now that you're on top, they can't borrow from you
That's not hot, tell 'em how you love bein' pop
'Cause you was so broke before sleepin' cold on a cot

You don't rock, you grab money
Your crocks rock the spot and you grab them honeys
It's about to get ugly
I don't even go to these bullshit kiddie-ass clubs

You wanna be a thug? Let's thug
First of all, soldiers speak to soldiers
Captains speak to captains
Lieutenant, lieutenant, cool?

But your first mistake is, he's steppin' to me, rookie
Like you a O.G. and you just a run-up, fool
Who really got these streets on lock?
Whose name really holds high respect on the block?

Who opened up these clubs and taught you how to mix?
Who opened up these thugs from Compton to the Bricks?
I don't even sound like the rest of you kiddies
I study the ways of God, you studyin' titties

And ass, I pity your class
'Cause you come out with a blast
But you're trash, so you really don't last

They not hot, all they do is talk a lot
That's not hot, where's your respect on the block?
That's hot, not cause you're friends with the cops
That's not hot, a real MC you're not

They not hot, all they do is talk a lot
That's not hot, where's your respect on the block?
That's hot, not 'cause you're friends with the cops
That's not hot, a real MC you're not

This is hotter than heat, too deep, I'm on top of the streets
You weak, you ain't really rockin' these beats
You [unverified], you dress straight, eat straight
But you're a slave and yo, you can't come up in a heat tank

God we thank, we watch what we sell
You better hope these Christians are wrong 'cause you goin' to hell
Think about that when you're spittin' your raps
And you call out KRS, I'll put you flat on your back

You're not hot, all you do is talk a lot
That's not hot, where's your respect on the block?
That's hot, not cause you're friends with the cops
That's not hot, a real MC you're not

What's hot?
(KRS-One)
That's hot, what's hot?
(KRS-One)

That's hot, who's hot?
(KRS-One)
That's hot, where's your respect on the block?
(KRS-One need to be runnin' for office)
(So Butta-Pican Rican, tell 'em to get off it)

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Not The Kids - Lyrics - Harlem World

Title: Not The Kids
Artist: Harlem World
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Stason Betha, Andre Hudson, Pharrell Williams, Mason Betha, Chauncey Hawkins

Lyric:
Uh, uh, uh, uh, what
Let's talk about it
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ma, I told you, I'm not here to fuss or fight
But I see it, all you wanna do is cuss all night
In front of the kids, you tryin' to crush my life
'Cuz you know I ain't the type that punch my wife
But I see now, who you want me to be
While knee-deep in the penile, tryin' to freestyle

But I see now, people could see, that ain't me
When I bought you the E3, the crib in D.C.
On G.P., bought the Mazda Z3
Bought your little brother the 52 inch TV
With a playstation to stay patient
'Cuz right now it's all about the kid's situation

Please baby girl
Let's not fight
If you're really gonna be in my life
Let's work it out 'till we get it right
Please baby don't
Please don't cry
If you're really gonna be in my life
Let's work it out 'till we get it right
(All out, yo, yo, yo)

One mistake in my life, this chicken head, claimin' she white
Jammin' my phone, like damn, she won't leave me alone
Knew she was trife, the way she kept watchin' my eyes
Watchin' my step, hit it on top of the steps
Knowin' she wild, no condoms, she havin' my child
Now that I'm stuck, she keep key-scratchin' my truck
Actin' all young, doin' it in front of our son
Peeped it before, but didn't want to think she's a whore

Thinkin' it's good, fuckin' up her rep in the 'hood
Fuckin' up mine, fuckin' niggas two at a time
But look at her now, Harlem world crook of the town
But look at my rhyme, I'm glad it didn't turn it to crime
And I'm thinkin' little huddy must have made me calm
So I bowed down prayin' for my baby's mom
I'm-a change my ways now that my baby's born
And I'm-a love you anyway 'till the day you gone, what

Please baby girl
Let's not fight
If you're really gonna be in my life
Let's work it out 'till we get it right
Please baby don't
Please don't cry
If you're really gonna be in my life
Let's work it out 'till we get it right

Now let me hear you say uh
Say uh huh
Let me hear you say uh
Say uh huh
Now let me hear you say uh
Say uh huh
Now let me hear you say
Uh uh uh uh uh na na na na
(Yo, yo, yo)

Yo, it's a holiday, sippin' on Chardonnay
I'm wonderin' why these cats never celebrate father's day
Y'all tellin' a fib, y'all ain't really take care y'all kids
And y'all motherfuckin' liar, if y'all say that ya did
Now engaged in phrases, that tired old lines
She was messin' around and the baby ain't mine
But all y'all, knowin' y'all was hittin' it raw dog
You don't wanna claim that? How you explain that?

A ball that y'all shouldn't a got started
Where was you when shorty turned two?
Tell me what whould you do if the baby caught a flu
You ain't even got a clue, if you do, tell me how to pursue
But you quick to get hyper, come mess up my cypher
No dough for no diapers, so why should I like ya?
And you ain't never cared before
So why should we care that you now see 74?

Please baby girl
Let's not fight
If you're really gonna be in my life
Let's work it out 'till we get it right
Please baby girl
Let's not fight
If you're really gonna be in my life
Let's work it out 'till we get it right

Whoaaa, whoaaa, yeah
Whoaaa, whoaaa
(We can work it out)
Whoaaa, whoaaa
Whoaaa, whoaaa
(Can we start over again?)
Whoaaa
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Pretty In Punk - Lyrics - Fall Out Boy's Evening Out With Your Girlfriend - Fall Out Boy

Title: Pretty In Punk
Album: Fall Out Boy's Evening Out With Your Girlfriend
Artist: Fall Out Boy
Composer(s): Patrick Martin Stumph, Peter Lewis Wentz, Joseph Mark Trohman

Lyric:
Walking off that stage tonight
I know what your thinking and
He stands alone because he's high on himself
If you only knew

I was terrified and would you mind
If I sat next to you and watched you smile?
So many kids but I only see you
And I don't think you notice me

Well, I've seen your boyfriend
And I don't think he treats you right
But that's none of my business, is it?

I'm not the way you think I am, girl
I'm not the way you think I am, girl

The only girl who ever gave me the time
Was the one who only wanted five minutes of mine
Knocking boots in the back
How degrading is that I decline

I'm too terrified and would you mind
If I sat next to you and watched you smile?
So many kids but I only see you
And I don't think you notice me

Well, I've seen your boyfriend
And I don't think he treats you right
But that's none of my business, is it?

I'm not the way you think I am, girl
I'm not the way you think I am, girl

I'm not the way you think I am, girl
I'm not the way you think I am, girl
I'm not the way you think I am, girl

I'm not the way you think I am, girl
I'm not the way you think I am, girl
I'm not the way you think I am, girl, girl

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Dead End Justice - Lyrics - Mercury Albums Anthology - The Runaways

Title: Dead End Justice
Album: Mercury Albums Anthology
Artist: The Runaways
Composer(s): Cherie Currie, Joan Larkin, Kim Fowley, Scott Anderson

Lyric:
I'm a blond bombshell and I wear it well
You're momma says you go straight to hell
I'm sweet sixteen and a rebel queen
I look real hot in my tight blue jeans

Dead end kids in the danger zone
All of you are drunk or stoned
Dead end kids you're not alone
You sleep in the street when you're not at home

Long hot summers make you wanna fight
The roar of the city lasts all night
You like drugs you like brew
You won't believe what I can do to you

Dead end kids in the danger zone
All of you are drunk or stoned
Dead end kids you're not alone
You sleep in the street when you're not at home

I got away clean with my fake ID
No more school or mommy for me
Stealing cars and breaking hearts
Pills and thrills and acting smart

Dead end kids in the danger zone
All of you are drunk or stoned
Dead end kids you're not alone
You sleep in the street when you're not at home

In the naked city, spaces ain't that pretty
As I was getting dusted, I happened to get busted
Oh yes, I was arrested, oh God, how I protested
They beat me with a board, it hurt just like a sword

They kicked me in the eye, my brain began to fry
This is like a movie, I know I'm gonna scream
All the pain that I feel makes me feel mean
It's so sad and crazy here, I think I'm gonna cry

If I don't wake up from this dream
I think I'm gonna die

Where am I?
Your in a cheap run down teenage jail that?s where
Oh my God
Yeah, blondie you?re gonna be here till your 18 so get used to it

Behind the bars, there's a superstar
Who never had a chance, she could sing, she could dance
You don't sing and dance in juvie honey
Behind the walls, they've seen it all, gotta have, gotta have

Justice, justice
Don't want your law and order
Justice, justice
Or world wide disorder

What you in for? Wouldn't you like to know?
Behind the fence, there is no defense
There's murder, rape and bribery in and out, burglary
You don't look so tough, oh, I been around
On the planet sorrow, there is no tomorrow gonna get

Justice, justice
Don't want your law and order
Justice, justice
Or world wide disorder

You can't turn off the tears
They crawl in juvenile hall cruel reform schools
They don't smile, they got no bail or jury trial
Joan, lets break out tonite okay Cherie, whats the plan?

You grab the guard, in the prison yard
Get his keys and gun, we'll run
My old man's waiting outside in a van is he handsome?
You'll see ?cause you know, we gotta be free

Justice, justice
Don't want your law and order
Justice, justice
Or world wide disorder

We'll go far through the prison yard
You and me, we will be free
Just be safe, don't be late
If you see the guard don't hesitate

But Joan I'm getting tired, I've run out of fire
I can't go any farther but Cherie you must try harder
Joan, I'm down, my ankle, I can't go on, but I can't leave you
What do I do? Save yourself you know what you gotta do
Oh my God

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Rehab - Lyrics - No Cure For Cancer - Dennis Leary

Title: Rehab
Album: No Cure For Cancer
Artist: Dennis Leary
Composer(s): Denis Leary

Lyric:
We did it all
We did it all
We did whatever we could
Get our hands on back in the seventies
We did fucking handfuls of mushrooms, pills, ludes, coke
Whatever it was, we just fucking swallowed it, okay?
That's what we did, people go
"Well why didn't you go into rehab?"

We didn't have rehab back in the seventies
Back in the seventies rehab meant you'd stop doing coke
But you kept smoking pot and drinking
For a couple more weeks, you know?
"Yeah, give me a case of Budweiser and an ounce
I gotta slow down, Jesus Christ, I'm outta control
Look at the size of my pants, for Christ's sake

Because that's the big thing now
Rehab is the big fucking secret now, isn't it, huh? yeah
You can do whatever you want
Just go into rehab and solve your problems
Isn't that the big celebrity thing?
That's what I'm gonna do
Yeah, I'm gonna get famous
Then when my career starts to flag

I'm gonna go into three months fucking bender, okay?
Coke, and fucking pot, and smack, and fucking booze
And drive over people, and beat up my kids
Go into therapy, go into rehab, come outta rehab
Be on the cover of People Magazine
"Sorry! I fucked up!", That's what they do, man
They go into rehab and they come out
And they blame everybody except themselves

They blame their parents, right? That's the way
Everybody comes from a dysfunctional family
All of the sudden, huh?
Rosanne Barr comes from a dysfunctional family?
Not Rosanne, she seems so normal to me
The Jacksons were dysfunctional?
Not the Jacksons
These people give each other new heads
For Christmas for Christ's sake

I am sick and tired of hearing
That fucking speech, you know?
These people come out of rehab
They always have the same story
"Well you know, I became an alcoholic
Because my parents didn't love me enough

And then I became a junkie
Because my parents didn't love me enough
And I went into hypnosis and therapy
And I found out that parents used to hit me
"Hey! My parents used to beat the living shit out of me, okay?
And looking back on it, I'm glad they did
And I'm looking forward to beating the shit out of my kids, aren't you"?

For no reason whatsoever
"What'd you hit me for?"
"Shutup and get out there and mow the lawn for Christ's sake"
There's therapy for ya
Mowing the lawn and crying at the same time
"The Leary kids in therapy again
Their lawn looks great, it's unbelieveable"
God, "I'm just not happy, I'm just not happy"

I'm just not happy because
My life didn't turn out the way
I thought it would
"Hey! Join the fucking club, okay"
I thought I was going to be
The starting center fielder for
The Boston Red Socks
Life sucks, get a fucking helmet, allright?

"I'm not happy, I'm not happy"
Nobody's happy, okay?
Happiness comes in small doses folks
It's a cigarette, or a chocolate cookie, or a five second orgasm
That's it, okay! You cum, you eat the cookie
You smoke the butt, you go to sleep
You get up in the morning and go to fucking work, okay?
That is it, end of fucking list

"I'm just not happy"
Shut the fuck up, allright?
That's the name of my new book
"Shut the Fuck Up, by Doctor Denis Leary
A revolutionary new form of therapy"
I'm gonna have my patients come in. "Doctor, I"

"Shut the fuck up, next"
"I don't feel so"
"Shut the fuck up, next"
"He made me feel so much better about myself, you know?
He just told me to shut the fuck up
And nobody had ever told me that before
I feel so much better now"

Whining fucking maggots
And all these people quitting
I think it's a good thing, AA
And the recovery and rehab
Because I've got some friends who'd be dead
Without those programs, but you know something
Now we've got a new problem
Because now they quit drinking and drugs

They're completely stressed out
And they decide to work out, which is fine
I'm not a workout guy, but I understood Nautilus
It made sense, there were arm machines and leg machines
But have you seen these people
Who are using the stair-master?
Have we turned into gerbils ladies and gentlemen?

People are paying money to go into a health club
And walk up invisible steps
Over and over again for an hour and a half
"Where are you going?" "I'm going up and I paid for it too
I can stay here as long as I want"
Folks, you wanna go up and down stairs
Move into a fifth floor walk up on the lower east side, okay?
What's next? A fucking chair master?

"I sit down. I get up, I sit down
I get up, I sit dow, I get up"
The door master
"I open the door, I close"
What the fuck?

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The World'S Not Falling Apart - Lyrics - Dar Williams

Title: The World'S Not Falling Apart
Artist: Dar Williams
Composer(s): Dar Williams

Lyric:
Welcome to the golden age of speed with grace
Waiting for the angry gods to smite our race
I logged on to Africa, in just one day
I opened a door and that's okay
It's not an end it's just a start
Not an end it's just a start

An' the world's not falling apart
The world's not falling apart
Because of me

An' the world's not falling apart
The world's not falling apart
Because of me

I have seen the kids who make their scenes
An' I have seen the riot girls who print their 'zines
They write the word, they raise a thought
They say "Who they are", they try what they're not
'Cause life is such a changing art
Life is such a changing art

An' the world's not falling apart
The world's not falling apart
Because of me

An' the world's not falling apart
The world's not falling apart
Because of me
Because of me

The closest thing to God that I've heard through
Is when I knew I did not have the final word
You say "The world has lost its love"
I say in embrace "What it's made of"
I'll snake a camera to your heart
I'll snake a camera to your heart

An' the world's not falling apart
The world's not falling apart
Because of me

An' the world's not falling apart
The world's not falling apart
Because of me
Because of me

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Parent'S Just Don'T Understand - Lyrics - Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Title: Parent'S Just Don'T Understand
Artist: Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Composer(s): P Harris, Jeffrey Townes, W Smith

Lyric:
You know parents are the same, no matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand

I remember one year, my mom took me school shopping
It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister
All hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall
My mom started bugging with the clothes she chose
I didn't say nothing at first, I just turned up my nose
She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost twenty dollars"
I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar"

The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate
I asked her for Adidas and she bought me Zips
I said, "Mom, what are you doing, you're ruining my rep"
She said, "You're only sixteen, you don't have a rep yet"
I said, "Mom, let's put these clothes back, please"
She said, "No, you go to school to learn not for a fashion show"

I said, "This isn't Sha Na Na, come on Mom, I'm not Bowze
Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers
But if you don't want to I can live with that but
You gotta put back the double-knit reversible slacks"
She wasn't really, everything stayed the same
Inevitably the first day of school came
I thought I could get over, I tried to play sick
But my mom said, no, no way, uh-uh, forget it

There was nothing I could do, I tried to relax
I got dressed up in those ancient artifacts
And when I walked into school, it was just as I thought
The kids were cracking up laughing at the clothes Mom bought
And those who weren't laughing still had a ball
Because they were pointing and whispering as I walked down the hall
I got home and told my Mom how my day went, she said
"If they were laughing you don't need 'em 'cause they're not good friends"

For the next six hours I tried to explain to my Mom
That I was gonna have to go through this about two-hundred more times
So to you all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand

Okay, here's the situation
My parents went away on a week's vacation
And they left the keys to the brand new Porsche
Would they mind? Umm, well, of course not
I'll just take it for a little spin
And maybe show it off to a couple of friends
I'll just cruise it around the neighborhood
Well, maybe I shouldn't, yeah, of course I should

Pay attention, here's the thick of the plot
I pulled up to the corner at the end of my block
And that's when I saw this beautiful girlie girl walking
I picked up my car phone to perpetrate like I was talking
You should've seen this girl's bodily dimensions
I honked my horn just to get her attention
She said, "Was that for me?", I said, "Yeah"
She said, "Why?", I said, "Come on and take a ride with a helluva guy"

She said, "How do I know you're not sick
You could be some deranged lunatic"
I said, "C'mon toots, my name is the Prince
Beside, would a lunatic have a Porsche like this?"
She agreed and we were on our way
She was looking very good and so was I, I must say word
We hit McDonald's, pulled into the drive
We ordered two Big Macs and two large fries with Cokes

She kicked her shoes off onto the floor
She said, "Drive fast, speed turns me on"
She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas
We almost got whiplash, I took off so fast
The sun roof was open, the music was high
And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh
She had opened up three buttons on her shirt so far
I guess that's why I didn't notice that police car

We're doing ninety in my Mom's new Porsche
And to make this long story short, short
When the cop pulled me over I was scared as hell
I said, "I don't have a license but I drive very well, officer"
I almost had a heart attack that day
Come to find out the girl was a twelve-year-old runaway
I was arrested, the car was impounded
There was no way for me to avoid being grounded

My parents had to come off from vacation to get me
I'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me
My parents walked in
And I got my grip, I said, "Ah, Mom, Dad, how was your trip?"
They didn't speak, I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride home, I don't know how I survived
They took turns, one would beat me while the other one was driving

I can't believe it, I just made a mistake
Well parents are the same no matter time nor place
So to you all the kids all across the land, take it form me
Parents just don't understand

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Paid To Get Excited - Lyrics - Rise & Fall of Butch Walker & The Let's-Go-Out-Tonites - Butch Walker

Title: Paid To Get Excited
Album: Rise & Fall of Butch Walker & The Let's-Go-Out-Tonites
Artist: Butch Walker
Composer(s): Butch Walker

Lyric:
And the sky is falling upwards
On a summer desert night
While kids in school are forced
To sing the battle hymns just right

Extras paid to get excited
On the TV screen
So doped up on diversions
That they don't know what it means

To be free to hate the ones you hate
Free to love the ones you love
Free to like the land you live on
Not the one who leads

All I?m sayin?
Dig the grave you lay in
After all, you make the call
Hang up before it's too late

Make sure to give your full attention
Smile the best you can
Watch this hand give peace sign
While the other chokes a man

'Cause he wants to love another man
They?ll tell you that its bad
Some book that set the moral codes
Is glamorized in ads

So be free to hate the ones you hate
Free to love the ones you love
Free to like the land you live on
Not the one who leads

All I?m sayin?
Dig the grave you lay in
After all, you make the call
Hang up before it's too late

And the back flipping, spike-haired preachers preaching
Through their headset mics
Saying, "God is the new Elvis
And he?s gonna rock tonight?

So just sip on that new energy drink
Although it tastes like shit
'Cause a pretty TV couple says
They can't live without it

Free to hate the ones you hate
Free to love the ones you love
Free to like the land you live on
Not the one who leads

All I'm sayin?
Dig the grave you lay in
After all, you make the call
Hang up before it's too late

Free to hate the ones you hate
Free to love the ones you love
Free to like the land you live on
Not the one who leads

All I'm sayin?
Dig the grave you lay in
After all, you make the call
Hang up before it's too late

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Squad - Parents Just Don'T Understand - Lyrics - T-Squad - T

Title: Squad - Parents Just Don'T Understand
Album: T-Squad
Artist: T
Composer(s): P Harris, Jeffrey Townes, W Smith

Lyric:
You know parents are the same, no matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand

I remember one year, my mom took me school shopping
It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister
All hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall
My mom started bugging with the clothes she chose
I didn't say nothing at first, I just turned up my nose
She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost twenty dollars"
I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar"

The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate
I asked her for Adidas and she bought me Zips
I said, "Mom, what are you doing, you're ruining my rep"
She said, "You're only sixteen, you don't have a rep yet"
I said, "Mom, let's put these clothes back, please"
She said, "No, you go to school to learn not for a fashion show"

I said, "This isn't Sha Na Na, come on Mom, I'm not Bowze
Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers
But if you don't want to I can live with that but
You gotta put back the double-knit reversible slacks"
She wasn't really, everything stayed the same
Inevitably the first day of school came
I thought I could get over, I tried to play sick
But my mom said, no, no way, uh-uh, forget it

There was nothing I could do, I tried to relax
I got dressed up in those ancient artifacts
And when I walked into school, it was just as I thought
The kids were cracking up laughing at the clothes Mom bought
And those who weren't laughing still had a ball
Because they were pointing and whispering as I walked down the hall
I got home and told my Mom how my day went, she said
"If they were laughing you don't need 'em 'cause they're not good friends"

For the next six hours I tried to explain to my Mom
That I was gonna have to go through this about two-hundred more times
So to you all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand

Okay, here's the situation
My parents went away on a week's vacation
And they left the keys to the brand new Porsche
Would they mind? Umm, well, of course not
I'll just take it for a little spin
And maybe show it off to a couple of friends
I'll just cruise it around the neighborhood
Well, maybe I shouldn't, yeah, of course I should

Pay attention, here's the thick of the plot
I pulled up to the corner at the end of my block
And that's when I saw this beautiful girlie girl walking
I picked up my car phone to perpetrate like I was talking
You should've seen this girl's bodily dimensions
I honked my horn just to get her attention
She said, "Was that for me?", I said, "Yeah"
She said, "Why?", I said, "Come on and take a ride with a helluva guy"

She said, "How do I know you're not sick
You could be some deranged lunatic"
I said, "C'mon toots, my name is the Prince
Beside, would a lunatic have a Porsche like this?"
She agreed and we were on our way
She was looking very good and so was I, I must say word
We hit McDonald's, pulled into the drive
We ordered two Big Macs and two large fries with Cokes

She kicked her shoes off onto the floor
She said, "Drive fast, speed turns me on"
She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas
We almost got whiplash, I took off so fast
The sun roof was open, the music was high
And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh
She had opened up three buttons on her shirt so far
I guess that's why I didn't notice that police car

We're doing ninety in my Mom's new Porsche
And to make this long story short, short
When the cop pulled me over I was scared as hell
I said, "I don't have a license but I drive very well, officer"
I almost had a heart attack that day
Come to find out the girl was a twelve-year-old runaway
I was arrested, the car was impounded
There was no way for me to avoid being grounded

My parents had to come off from vacation to get me
I'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me
My parents walked in
And I got my grip, I said, "Ah, Mom, Dad, how was your trip?"
They didn't speak, I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride home, I don't know how I survived
They took turns, one would beat me while the other one was driving

I can't believe it, I just made a mistake
Well parents are the same no matter time nor place
So to you all the kids all across the land, take it form me
Parents just don't understand

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Police Story - Lyrics - A New Kind Of Army - Anti Flag

Title: Police Story
Album: A New Kind Of Army
Artist: Anti Flag
Composer(s): Christopher Mark Head, Justin Cathal Geever, Patrick Christ Bollinger, Christopher Lee Barker

Lyric:
A black man driving down the street one day
Pulled over by racist boys in blue in Brentwood, P A
There's no real reason, they don't have any right
It's just that in their eyes he's not the correct shade of white

Driving in a neighborhood that's reigned by whites
Ain't healthy for a black man trying to live a lengthy life
All those cops they walked off free, but him he's in a grave
His name is Johnny Gammage, one of thousands they have slain

We've got no rights
When cops can kill
It's not right
We live in fear

We've got no rights
When cops can kill
It's not right
We live in fear

Patrol man cruising in his car at night
Just looking for some homeys he can rough up in a fight
Pulled over 3 kids in a total rage
Next thing you know there's bodies all over the place

His back up came and they're all acting tough
3 kids vs. 6 or 7 cops all armed with billy clubs
The cops they did it just 'cause those kids color and their age
They say, "That's not the truth", but this happens every fucking day

We've got no right
When cops can kill
It's not right
We live in fear

We've got no right
When cops can kill
It's not right
We live in fear

Fear of what you're gonna do, when a cop's talking shit to you
Fear of what you're gonna say, when the cops come gunning your way
Fear of what you shouldn't do, when the cops try to provoke you
Fear that on any given day, the cops should take your life away, away

They say we're here
To keep the peace
They say we're here
To keep the peace

They say we're here
To keep the peace
They say we're here
To keep the peace

They say we're here
To keep the peace
They say we're here
To keep the peace

They say we're here to keep the peace
What a buncha fuckin' shit

We've got no rights
When cops can kill
It's not right
We live in fear

We've got no rights
When cops can kill
It's not right
We live in fear

We've got no rights
We've got no rights
It's not right
No, it's not right

We've got no rights
We've got no rights
It's not right
Take back your rights

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