Peace The Fuck Out - Lyrics - Travis

Title: Peace The Fuck Out
Artist: Travis
Composer(s): Francis Healy

Lyric:
Now I don't know that your tie is straight
Your words are crooked and you're gonna pay
In ten years time they're gonna say
That this was the moment when you threw it away

And it's all wrong, handbags at dawn
And turn the radio off to hear a song
Oh, please don't give up

You have a voice, don't lose it
You have a choice, so choose it
You have a brain, so use it
The time has come to peace the fuck out

Now I don't know what you're talking about
There's too much shit pouring out of your mouth
The time is up, the secret's out
The truth's gonna catch when you going south

But it's all wrong, handbags at dawn
We turn the radio off to hear a song
Oh, please don't give up

You have a voice, so use it

Yeah, but it's all wrong, handbags at dawn
We turn the radio off to hear a song
Oh, please don't give up

You have a voice, don't lose it
You have a choice, so choose it
You have a brain, so use it
The time has come to peace the fuck out

Peace the fuck out
Peace the fuck out
Peace the fuck out
...

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Move Bitch - Lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace

Title: Move Bitch
Artist: Disturbing Tha Peace
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Jonathan Smith, Michael Tyler, Craig Lawson, Bobbie Sandmanie

Lyric:
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Oh no! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo lights out
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still

I've been drankin' and bustin' too
And I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Oh gurl", they'll be mo' dead

'Causin' confusion, Disturbing Tha Peace
Since not into lution, we run in the streets-a
So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? No nigga!

I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the fuck over

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

[Unverified]

Here I come, here I go
Uh oh! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through

Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
I fuck the crowd up, that's what I do
Young and successful, a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck 'em, true true

Hold up, wait up, shorty
"Oh aw wazup? Get my dick sucked, what are you doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fuckin' business
Tryin' to get my paper, child support suin'

Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck but I'ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

[Unverified]

2-0, I'm on the right track, Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back
We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out

Grab the peels 'cause we robbin' tonight
Beat the shit outta of security for stoppin' the fight
I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris
I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch

Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz
I'm from the Dec', tryna to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.

Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way hoe
All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0, so

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

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Move Bitch - Lyrics - Word Of Mouf - Ludacris

Title: Move Bitch
Album: Word Of Mouf
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Jonathan Smith, Michael Tyler, Craig Lawson, Bobbie Sandmanie

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Lyric:
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Oh no! the fight's out
I'm about to punch yo, lights out
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drinkin' and buzzin' too
And I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in
"Oh girl", they'll be more dead

Causin' confusion, disturbin' tha peace
Its not an illusion, we runnin' the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? No nigga
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
I'm DUI, hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the fuck over

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Here I come, here I go
Uh oh! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage, knock the curtains down
I fuck the crowd up, that's what I do
Young and successful, a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck them, true true

Hold up, wait up, shorty
"Oh what's up? Get my dick sucked, what are you doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fuckin' business
Tryin to get my paper, child support suin'
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin' TV's and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
But I'm a tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

2-0, I'm on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back
We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Grab the peels 'cuz we robbin' tonight
Beat the shit outta of security for stompin' the fight
I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris
I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch

Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz
I'm from the DEC, tryin' ta to disrespect DTP
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the VIP
Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way hoe
All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0
So

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

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Never B Peace - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Never B Peace
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Kotari Cox, Malcolm Greenridge, Johnny Jackson, Francisco Pimentel, Donna Hunter, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Now of course I want peace on the streets, but realistically
Paintin' perfect pictures ain't never work, my misery was so deep
Couldn't sleep through all my pressures
In my quest for cash, I learned fast

Usin' violent measures, memories of adolescent years
Their was unity, but after puberty we brought war to our community
So many bodies droppin', it's gotta stop
I want to help, but still I'm steppin'
Keepin' my weapon, must protect myself

The promise of a better tomorrow ain't never reach me
Plus my teachers were to petrified in class to teach me
Sippin' Thunder Bird and grape Kool-Aid
Callin' Earl since my stomach was empty
It seduced me to fuck the world

Watch my 'lil homies, lose there childhood to guns
Nobody cries no more, 'cause we all die for fun
So why you ask me if I want peace, if you can't grant it
Niggas fightin' across the whole planet
So we can never be peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
'Cause there can never be peace

Somebody owes me, will they control me? Nah
I ain't a hater playa, but I want all you got
Your babies have babies, now we fightin' each other
My dogs got rabies, they bitin' each other

'N it ain't hard to find a friend like mine
Big fully is a bully, and he don't mind dyin'
And I gotta be bright, miss sign after sign
Time after time, after time after time

And I don't like nobody, they don't like me more
And I'm cool with that finally,but they heard it before
Dog, we livin' in a prison
Losin' our religion on 'em

Thanks given when thankful just for livin' in hell
Damn homey I don't mean to be harsh
But it's the devil in the ghetto tryin' to tear it apart
And if we make it up out , we still stuck in the dark
Will there ever be peace? Just the peace in my heart, never

The only peace we got
Is the peace in our heart
Or the peace in our mind
Right there in piece that we hold in our waste line
Feel me dog? Cm'on

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace
Thats why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets
'Cause there can never be peace

Things are changin', nigga you better fantasize
I'm only concerned about me and mine in these times
The world is a ghetto where peace is not a part of it
We all goin' need God if we plan to get out of this

Niggas spendin' too much time hatin' on each other
Niggas buyin' guns, load 'em up, aim at each other
And the victim is you and me, the secret is true indeed
The good die, mostly over bullshit, repeatedly

Deep in me there's a part that wants nothin' but love
But the rest of me knows war is what's waitin' for us
So I stays ready, keep my pay heavy and boss up
Stack my funds and my guns, never rely on luck

Askin' God to point out the impostors
Never let no weapon formed against me prosper
'Cause they'll never be peace
So don't rely on it, soldiers die for
And in the ghetto, they tryin' for it, fuck peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
'Cause there can never be peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
Nigga there'll never be peace

Will there ever be peace?
Or all we all just headed for doom
Still consumed by the beefs
And I know there never be peace,
That's why I keep my pistol when I walks the streets
'Cause there'll never be peace
Will there ever be peace?

Shit, fuck peace
On the strength till my niggas get a piece, we can't have peace
How the fuck we gonna live happy if we ain't got none?
You motherfuckers is smiling, but I'm mean muggin'
Why? 'Cause gotta be thuggin'

I've seen drugs done turned this motherfuckin' hood out
All us niggas actin' up, wild ass motherfuckin' adolescents
These niggas ain't even got no childhoods no more
How the fuck can you have a childhood and you have a funeral
Every motherfuckin' weekend

And you motherfuckers talkin' about peace?
Nigga, it ain't no motherfuckin' peace
You ain't seen the news motherfucker?
You ain't heard? Little babies gettin' smoked

Motherfuckers killin' there whole family
'Lil kids gettin' thrown off buildings
Motherfuckers gettin' abused
Peace? Niggas you out your motherfuckin' mind?

Fuck peace, we can't never have peace
'Till you motherfuckers clean up this mess you made
'Till u fuckin' clean up the dirt you dropped
'Till we get a piece, fuck peace, Westside

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Hold Down The Fort - Lyrics - Juvenile Hell - Mobb Deep

Title: Hold Down The Fort
Album: Juvenile Hell
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson

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Lyric:
Yeah, we gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the block
We gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the fort, check it

Nineteen-ninety motherfuckin' three, right?
What's your new year's resolution motherfucker?
Check this out, we gotta hold down the block
Word is bond kid, uh, aight

Beef on the block, who is he?
Set it Dunn, me and my automatic likes to get busy
Ghetto representer, there ain't no motherfucker better
While you be catchin' feelings like a love letter

I gotta hold down my fort and won't lose
Nigga die because I got the tec 9 blues
Bulletproof polo, I'm goin' out solo
Whoever wanna come better step like they know

'Cuz I'ma survive, more rougher than a certified
Around the way, parlay and get high
My mega blast will last in days to pass
Niggaz shoot, too fast, to pull out your gun last

That's why I like to spark first and shoot your
Bitch ass down your next ride will be a fuckin' hearse
'Cause little niggaz don't die son
Half step and get that ass lit up like a flare gun

Cops they want static, whatever they can have it
My name is prodigy and I'm known to cause havoc
And when I flip I be on some ill shit
I walk the street, like a real super trooper

The block shit proper, who once got had
Mad beef with the dread who sold me that dirt bag
Mad props to the bad little niggaz in the neighborhood
Long live the short, gotta hold down the fort

Gotta hold down the fort
Gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the fort
You gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the fort
You gotta hold down the fort
So hold me down son, hold me down
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, how we go son, pull out the motherfuckin' M1
Straight from the 'bridge so you know where I'm from
The little, project nigga, I gets no bigga
Yo, my crew is buck so mother fuck how you figure

Step the fuck back, nigga, attack with the mack
'Cause word is bond it's on
Shit is real around the way so sit back and take notes
Dead you on your coat, then cut your motherfuckin' throat

Takin' life like a thief in the motherfuckin' night
While I write write, you bite bite bite
Niggaz wanna step to my business
But I just parlay and sip on my Guinness

'Cause I'm the ripper, Mr. Flip the scripture
Niggaz can't fuck with the flow of a real lil nigga
I wreck shop, in fact, get the mac, this is real
Shit is real, how the fuck you figure, nigga nil

So son hold me down while I pull out the glock
Gotta hold down the block, that's word to my pops
So once again it's on, light up the charm
Time to drop the bomb, word is bond

We gotta hold down the block
Hold down the block
We gotta hold down the block
We gotta hold down the block

Yo son he pumpin' over here Dunn?
I know he ain't pumpin' over here yo
Yo, word is bond yo son peep
He comin' over let's bring it to him

What, what? What what what, what?
Who the fuck are you?
Man fuck that, what?

Hold down the block
Yeah what up now?
What what, what what?
What up now?
Hold down the block

To all the niggaz that's live or real
You gotta hold down your block, cock back the glock
Fuck the cops, 'cause your neighborhood chores
If they beef, make 'em bleed on the project floors

I get my kicks from loadin' up gun clips
Don't fuck with suburb chicks, I need a gangsta bitch
Don't need a crew, I can bust you down solo fast
And after that, dip into the weed stash

I'm quick to blast, enemies won't last the fate
I kill 'em fast so they can't retaliate
'Cause when I'm not alive who'd takes my place
To hold down the fort, we move on

My man got my back
I'm ready to go at anybody, who think they John Gotti
Peace to Manny C, good lookin' out B
I'm hell bound, got my block locked down

We gotta pull out the glock
Gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock

We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock

We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
Check it, yeah, call that nigga

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M.V.P.S. - Lyrics - Ice T

Title: M.V.P.S.
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Charles Glenn, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
Yo, yo, what's up, this is MC Ice T
I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's
You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player
Buddies, ya, know so, I'ma drop 'em on ya like this

Check it out, to the brothers who put me on
In hip hop I'm talkin' 'bout grandmaster KAZZ
Grandmaster Melle Mel, Afrika Islam, Africa Bambata
Roger from encore jams out here in L.A.

The unknown VJ and the man called AJ
Used to run the radio, peace out without you
I wouldn't be gettin' it on ya know, what I'm sayin'?
And y'all all are players
(Players, players)

To some of the rappers that gave me respect
When others were dissin' me, I'm talkin' bout the man
Jah li'l, the one extasy
And the man Grandmaster D I'm talkin' 'bout Whodini

And also the force MD, you treated a brother real cool
Back in the day, an' I ain't forgot that you know
What I'm sayin', all those other rappers
Were treatin me like suckers, fuck 'em

'Cuz y'all are players, to run DMC who kept rap alive
When rap was about to take a dive
You know what I'm sayin'? You are the kings of rock
Peace out y'all are players
(Players, players)

Straight up, to my true player buddies I'm talkin'
About Big Daddy, Kane yous a player
To your motherfuckin' heart, yeah, you know
You my nigga, peace, to Biz Markie, yeah

Boy, you know the biz, remember back on the bus
When we had the bus an' was sharin' it biz?
Yeah, I ain't forgot it, you my nigga, word, Erik B
And Rakim and the Man-Ant, yeah, true niggas with attitudes

To king sun, peace God to chuck, flavor and griff
Y'all are still one group as far as I'm concerned
An' y'all are true players, to KRS 1 and D nice
And Scott Larock, I talk to you every night

Scott, you know what time it is and the BDP posse
They're all players
(Players, players, players)
Thats right, to Luke Skyywalker and my man, Marquis and Mr. Mixx
Keep it bumpin' down there in miami

'Cuz y'all are players, to the EPMD true players
To my man, Moe Dee, easy Lee and the whole crew
Y'all are players to my man Daddy O
And the set posse players
To MC LYTE and Queen Latifah

Two ladies that got all the Ice's respect and that's right
That's right girls, y'all are players
(Players, players)
To my west coast niggas I'm talkin' about
Too short nigga, you in the house

Short Dogg, peace out my man, that's right
Homeboy, 'cuz yous a motherfuckin' player
To the Americas most wanted
I'm talkin' about Ice Cube, we always been cool
And we will always be cool

'Cuz you my main man, an' yous a player
To Eazy-E, NWA and the D.O.C.
There's alot of static goin' on between
You an the lench mob
But I can't forget the days we all used to tour together

You know what I'm sayin'
So you got my respect and you motherfuckin players
(Players, players)
To my man King Tee, seem like he cant think
Without a drink but he's a player, he's a player

Got to admit it, TLA, you a goddamn player
To Tone-Loc, boo, ya and the man Kid Frost
Y'all be out tearin' up clubs literally and you're true players
To the one and only trigger happy ghetto boys
It took along time and I was there

I seen you brothers comin' up, but now
You in motherfuckin' effect and you're goddamn players
(Players, players, players)
Ha, ha, to the syndicate too many to name
Y'all right here in the studio so why I'ma name ya?

I'm lookin' right at ya, an' y'all know I ain't even got to tell y'all
Y'all are players, peace out to my Manager George
I thought you how to be a player, and you're doin' well
To the crime crew, good to see y'all out of jail
An' y'all are all players, remember back in the day

We used to rob jewelery stores together
To the producers Afrika Islam, the one and only DJ Aladdin
(Aladdin, Aladdin)
SLJ rock bottom and the man called Bull Al
Peace out y'all made this record hit an y'all players

Special shout out is goin' out to the one
And only MC Hammer, alot of people diss you man
They just jealous, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em

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Watch Out (Hey You) - Lyrics - You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having - Atmosphere

Title: Watch Out (Hey You)
Album: You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having
Artist: Atmosphere
Composer(s): Sean Michael Daley, Anthony Jerome Davis, Lawrence Parker, Joseph Williams

Lyric:
One little, two little, three little Indie rap
Headphones, backpack
Watch 'em all, watch 'em all
Watch 'em all, it goes 'Watch out"
Watch 'em all, watch 'em all

Jack the Ripper, Jack, Jack the Ripper
Peace to Jack tripper and those well stoned bumper stickers
My name is Sean and I never had dreadlocks
Instead I got an army full of women screamin' "Head shots"

I guess that explains it, don't it
She started to make a mark but it came apart
That's what you get for tryin' to make your little sister eat the kitty litter
Let's watch a rapper get bitter like the city winter

What the fuck you thinkin'?
You frustrated or something? Did you have a bad week?
Man, you got issues, I feel sorry for you
Yo, shittin' on me is so 2002, bitch

Turn your mic off, and turn the lights off
Who ever put your record out must have needed write offs
Who they play when the game's in a tight spot?
Slug, you can find me in the A's of your iPod

Watch out! When the crowd gets loud
It could burn up the roof or make the walls all fall down
Watch out! When you open up your mouth
I can smell that you don't know what you're talkin' about, it goes

Watch out! We all love a clown
But we don't wanna see you climb up out the underground
Watch out! If you don't like the sound
Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town

Cars drive by with the boomin' system
I must be gettin' old 'cuz the bass sounds ridiculous
And nowadays, every body's bitin' Tupac
So fuck it, I'ma stand over here and do the moonwalk

Besides police, I've got no beef
Just me, my beliefs and my bad teeth
A cargo van and some Ant beets
Enough rap to slap you to last week

Caught between the vice and the advice
Drunk, walkin' out in traffic just to fly kites
Time out, the free style rhyme out, my last rights
Fuck a classic album, give my life 5 mics

And when the smoke clears, you won't be able to suck dick
Like you did as a teenage slut trick
And with a mat on his grill, he asks "Who the fuck are you?"
Don't worry man, someday I'ma be nobody too

Watch out! When the crowd gets loud
It could burn up the roof or make the walls all fall down
Watch out! When you open up your mouth
I can smell that you don't know what you're talkin' about, it goes

Watch out! We all love a clown
But we don't wanna see you climb up out the underground
Watch out! If you don't like the sound
Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town

Look, I understand your hate
When I was younger, I wanted to be LL Cool J
Then he started makin' records for the girls and shit
So I ripped up the Kangol and threw it away

I stole moves from KRS One
A little Big Daddy Cane and some DJ Run
And then we took our life and made it a song
And look, nowadays Rhyme sayers is on

It's the B-I-G D-A double D-Y S-E-A-N
He hasn't hit the rooftop to jump, guess he waitin'?
For what? I don't know, but who wanna come with me?
I got at least one more tool with me

So criticize me, or idolize me
Study from a distance or stand right beside me
It don't matter, just act like I know
And watch your back on the beat or get sacked at the free throw

Watch out! When the crowd gets loud
It could burn up the roof or make the walls all fall down
Watch out! When you open up your mouth
I can smell that you don't know what you're talkin' about, it goes

Watch out! We all love a clown
But we don't wanna see you climb up out the underground
Watch out! If you don't like the sound
Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town

Watch out!
Watch out!
Watch out!
1, 2, 3
3, 2, 1
Watch out!

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N 2 Gether Now - Lyrics - Significant Other - Limp Bizkit

Title: N 2 Gether Now
Album: Significant Other
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): John Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, Clifford Smith, William Frederick Durst, Wesley Louden Borland, Leor Dimant, Chris E Martin

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Lyric:
DJ Mia
Uhh, uhh, uhh

Who can be the boss?
Look up to the Cross
Stranded in the land of the lost
Standin up, I'm sideways
I'm blazin' up the path
Runnin' on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
I'm dashin' all the media strikes, keep the media dykes
As re enforcements for the fight
And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone
Yea

Tangled in his own
I got the Bees on the track
Where the fuck you at?
(Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
(Shut the fuck up)
I'm pluggin' in them social skills
That keep my total bills over a million
The last time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the second round
I'll knock him out

They call me Big John Stud
My middle name Mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thugs
That can't stand the flood
What up doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd, the sure shot
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
(Plugged)
Learn
Temperature's too hot for sunblock
(Burn)

Playin' with minds can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa Bees in the club when there's ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day 'til they both slug
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel me?
'Cause it's your blood
Murder is tremendous, crime is endless
Same shit different day
Father forgive us, they know not what they do, our praises do
I'm big like easy, ya big bamboo

What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Jus' shut the fuck up)
What?
(Jus' shut the fuck up)
What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)

Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
Deadweight they dead wrong
Let's get it on, twelve rounds of throwdown
Who hold crown?
Protect land with both pound
Limp Bizkit, get around like merry go
What's the scenario?
Comin' through your stereo
Why risk it?
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and minerals
Delicious

Word on the street is, they bit my thesis
Knocked out their front teethes
Tryin' to taste mine
Actin' like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin' for the baseline, to provide rhyme
Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticle
Where you find that monster?
She beautiful
Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit
(Limp Bizkit)
Roll on the set
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and then jet

Mic check
So what's it all about?
Where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised, for the blood of virgin eyes
Limpin' on the track with Method
So get the sunblock
You get your one shot, until you dissolve
I revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere prepare
You'll be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare

Now you're turned into stone, without a microphone
(Phone)
But don't you forget you're in the zone
(So shut the fuck up)
And take that shit back
'Cause all your shit's whack
Doodoo is doodoo
When it's weighed out like that
Burnin' up your brain like a piston
So all those who didn't listen
Never even knew what they were missin'
And never even knew that the sky was fallin' down
Wu Tang clan for the crown

What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Just shut the fuck up)
What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Just shut the fuck up)

It was over your head all day every day
S I N Y, One O Three O Four
Wu Tan Killa Bees,
And the Limp B I Z K I T
Ya know the time, ya know to rhyme
It ain't easy bein' greezy
In a world full of cleanliness
And you know all that other madness
We gone
Peace
(Limp Bizkit, Method Man)
(Rock the house y'all, bring it on)

{Hey wait up, where you guys goin' ?
You're not recordin' are you?
Are you?
I'm all alone
I can't do this
Feel it, uh
Feel it
You guys feel it out there?
Check your head if you feel it
Hey, hey, hey
Every day is brighter than the next day
At least that's what you think
Every day is brighter than the next day
At least that's what you think}

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N2gether Now (Remix By Neptunes) - Lyrics - New Old Songs - Limp Bizkit

Title: N2gether Now (Remix By Neptunes)
Album: New Old Songs
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): John Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, Clifford Smith, William Frederick Durst, Wesley Louden Borland, Leor Dimant, Chris E Martin

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Lyric:
DJ Mia
Uhh, uhh, uhh

Who can be the boss?
Look up to the Cross
Stranded in the land of the lost
Standin up, I'm sideways
I'm blazin' up the path
Runnin' on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
I'm dashin' all the media strikes, keep the media dykes
As re enforcements for the fight
And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone
Yea

Tangled in his own
I got the Bees on the track
Where the fuck you at?
(Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
(Shut the fuck up)
I'm pluggin' in them social skills
That keep my total bills over a million
The last time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the second round
I'll knock him out

They call me Big John Stud
My middle name Mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thugs
That can't stand the flood
What up doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd, the sure shot
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
(Plugged)
Learn
Temperature's too hot for sunblock
(Burn)

Playin' with minds can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa Bees in the club when there's ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day 'til they both slug
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel me?
'Cause it's your blood
Murder is tremendous, crime is endless
Same shit different day
Father forgive us, they know not what they do, our praises do
I'm big like easy, ya big bamboo

What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Jus' shut the fuck up)
What?
(Jus' shut the fuck up)
What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)

Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
Deadweight they dead wrong
Let's get it on, twelve rounds of throwdown
Who hold crown?
Protect land with both pound
Limp Bizkit, get around like merry go
What's the scenario?
Comin' through your stereo
Why risk it?
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and minerals
Delicious

Word on the street is, they bit my thesis
Knocked out their front teethes
Tryin' to taste mine
Actin' like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin' for the baseline, to provide rhyme
Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticle
Where you find that monster?
She beautiful
Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit
(Limp Bizkit)
Roll on the set
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and then jet

Mic check
So what's it all about?
Where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised, for the blood of virgin eyes
Limpin' on the track with Method
So get the sunblock
You get your one shot, until you dissolve
I revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere prepare
You'll be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare

Now you're turned into stone, without a microphone
(Phone)
But don't you forget you're in the zone
(So shut the fuck up)
And take that shit back
'Cause all your shit's whack
Doodoo is doodoo
When it's weighed out like that
Burnin' up your brain like a piston
So all those who didn't listen
Never even knew what they were missin'
And never even knew that the sky was fallin' down
Wu Tang clan for the crown

What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Just shut the fuck up)
What's that, I didn't hear you?
(Shut the fuck up)
Come on a little louder
(Shut the fuck up)
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Shut the fuck up)
What?
(Just shut the fuck up)

It was over your head all day every day
S I N Y, One O Three O Four
Wu Tan Killa Bees,
And the Limp B I Z K I T
Ya know the time, ya know to rhyme
It ain't easy bein' greezy
In a world full of cleanliness
And you know all that other madness
We gone
Peace
(Limp Bizkit, Method Man)
(Rock the house y'all, bring it on)

{Hey wait up, where you guys goin' ?
You're not recordin' are you?
Are you?
I'm all alone
I can't do this
Feel it, uh
Feel it
You guys feel it out there?
Check your head if you feel it
Hey, hey, hey
Every day is brighter than the next day
At least that's what you think
Every day is brighter than the next day
At least that's what you think}

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Roll Out - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Roll Out
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Papa Serigne Seck, Chris Bridges

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Lyric:
Roll out, roll out, roll out
Roll out, roll out, roll out
Roll out, roll out

I got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that mackin' Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin' through?
Man I ain't got nothin' to prove, I paid my dues

Breakin' the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin' a cruise
Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good?
You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood?

What in the world is in that bag, what you got in that bag?
A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job
Of just eyein' me, spyin' me

I got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Man, that car don't come out until next year
Where in the fuck did you get it?
That's eighty-thousand bucks gone
Where in the fuck did you spend it?

You must have eyes on your back
'Cause you got money to the ceiling
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
The better I'm feelin', the more that I'm chillin'
Winnin', drillin' and killin' the feelin'

Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coarse meals?
Gettin' goosebumps with her body tapped in six inch heels
What in the world is in that room, what you got in that room?
A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rappas
A couple of wives, now it's time to choose

I got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?
Playstation 2 up in the ride, is that Lorenzo-kitted?
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
You take a pick, while I'm rubbin' the hips
Touchin' lips to the top of the dick and, whew

Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house?
What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?
What in the world is in that case, what you got in that case?
Get up out my face, you couldn't relate
Wait to take place at a similar pace, so shake, shake it

I got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Get out my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business, ah
'Cause these niggaz all up in my shit
And it's my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business 'cause it's mine, oh mine

My business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
'Cause these niggaz all up in my shit
And it's my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business, 'cause it's mine, oh mine

Ah, ah, Timberland, Ludacris, Disturbing Tha Peace, hoo

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Roll Out (My Business) - Lyrics - Word Of Mouf - Ludacris

Title: Roll Out (My Business)
Album: Word Of Mouf
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Papa Serigne Seck, Chris Bridges

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Lyric:
Roll out, roll out, roll out
Roll out, roll out, roll out
Roll out, roll out

I got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that mackin' Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin' through?
Man I ain't got nothin' to prove, I paid my dues

Breakin' the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin' a cruise
Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good?
You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood?

What in the world is in that bag, what you got in that bag?
A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job
Of just eyein' me, spyin' me

I got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Man, that car don't come out until next year
Where in the fuck did you get it?
That's eighty-thousand bucks gone
Where in the fuck did you spend it?

You must have eyes on your back
'Cause you got money to the ceiling
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
The better I'm feelin', the more that I'm chillin'
Winnin', drillin' and killin' the feelin'

Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coarse meals?
Gettin' goosebumps with her body tapped in six inch heels
What in the world is in that room, what you got in that room?
A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rappas
A couple of wives, now it's time to choose

I got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?
Playstation 2 up in the ride, is that Lorenzo-kitted?
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
You take a pick, while I'm rubbin' the hips
Touchin' lips to the top of the dick and, whew

Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house?
What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?
What in the world is in that case, what you got in that case?
Get up out my face, you couldn't relate
Wait to take place at a similar pace, so shake, shake it

I got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Get out my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business, ah
'Cause these niggaz all up in my shit
And it's my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business 'cause it's mine, oh mine

My business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
'Cause these niggaz all up in my shit
And it's my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business, 'cause it's mine, oh mine

Ah, ah, Timberland, Ludacris, Disturbing Tha Peace, hoo

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Beast - Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Title: Beast
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Morton Stevens, Willie Shamele Mackie, Keith Moore, Talib Kweli

Lyric:
Dave, this a monster

When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set
And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat
Yeah, that's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out, that's when the beast

When you just a little tipsy, you lookin' at them lips
And you lockin' up them hips, get the drillin' wit the tips and
That's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out, that's when the

Knowledge is the founder of everything in existence
If you not droppin' knowledge about us, it's 'cause you ig'nant
A top-notch scholar wit honors, I'm so gifted
Life is the most vicious, honest and prolific

I drop diabolical brollic wit no gimmick
Astonish the flow critics, rhyme wit the most lyrics
I paint pictures, jot it and dot it but won't print it
My project is photogenic, I am the most vivid

Man, I got a brain the size of the most biggest
Wide as them cold rivers, wise as them old niggaz
Tired of this, though, half of you rhyme it but don't live it
Watch it and go spit it, stop it, I know physics

Breakin' yo physical, demolishin' yo spirit
The struggle got me thinkin' demonic and so wicked
Man, I'm so deep I'm bottomless, yo, kill it
Wise wit the flow, rhymin behind 'em it's so senseless

When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set
And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat
Yeah, that's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out, that's when the beast

When you just a little tipsy, you lookin' at them lips
And you lockin' up them hips, get the drillin' wit the tips and
That's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out, that's when the

Yeah, live New York rap, stay away from the pork crap
Actin' like you all that, get smacked if you talk back
Spiritual like Rakim on ice, like Kane with the females
Slick Rick and Biggie Smalls attention to detail

Political like PE, I'm spittin' fire like Ice Cube
Kweli and Ice do 'til you start fuckin' wit my fool
Rap 'll set the right mood, fin' to blow like a light fuse
You might lose, ya chance of winnin' slimmer than a size two

Plus, the shit you kick so wack, niggaz ready to fight you
Fuck rap, you better off wit spoken word kickin' Haiku
Or rhymes got teeth that'll bite you, make it clearer than white booze
You ain't special, there's a million rappers like you

Far from clumsy but I drop lines and spill bars
Smoke more trees and be around more black chicks than Bill Maher
Peel a card off the deck, this that real hard hip-hop shit
Niggaz, feel y'all, it's real, y'all

When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set
And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat
Yeah, that's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out, that's when the

When you just a little tipsy, you lookin' at them lips
And you lockin' up them hips, get the drillin' wit the tips and
That's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out, that's when the

The beast is out when the police is out
They be pullin' out and really showin' you what peace about
Upholdin' the law that's designed to keep my people down
Bourgeois niggaz walkin' around like everything is equal now

I'm peepin' how from the beat cop to the interstate trooper
To the Feds who put a price on the side of head of Cuba
Be protectin' the property value over the people life
To take action against a foul government is the people right

But not too many ready to fight
It's like you'd rather be at home watchin' a flick or a fight
Or maybe 'Nick At Nite'
It's sick how I'm addicted to mics, become a flickerin' light
After I spark I'm always ready to write

Where I'm from? They be watchin' us but we be watchin' them
And bust shots 'til the coppers bring the choppers in
The squad cars try to box me in
But I got knowledge of self and it's stronger
Than any cage you can lock me in

When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set
And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat
Yeah, that's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out, that's when the beast

When you just a little tipsy, you lookin' at them lips
And you lockin' up them hips, get the drillin' wit the tips and
That's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out
That's when the beast come out, that's when the

Lot of different beasts or demons roamin' the planet
And they surface at any given time
You never know when they can surface and come right up out at you
No matter how righteous you think you are
Situation could go down when you force to let the beast out

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5150 - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: 5150
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Jerold Jr Ellis, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Behold your highness the Luniz are here
Bring them in
Man where the fuck we at, who the fuck are you?
It is I Jesus, Shock Jesus
And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?

Man no what the fuck man
Niggaz just shot me man what the fuck man
How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty
Fuck you
You shall perish, beitch

It is my judgment that you shall burn in hell for eternity
Man no, no
The Luniz are here Jesus

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

I wish I had cot, what? I wish I had some cot, why?
So I can sky and have a place to lay my head and plot
A broke nigga boney
Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies

I play acts and make scratch from table scraps
And always end up fucked watchin' other niggaz backs
I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds but in the mist of funk
Would they really bust rounds?

I get woozie when I inhale all the badness
I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem
I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz
I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor

I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64
And now I don't smoke weed no mo'
And I ain't knowin' where I'm headin'
Most likely it's the scene of creamery

I'm petrified of the whole scenery
The game is some shit you either roll wit
Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it
For less is what I was wishin' for it never came true

So it came to plannin' missions damn near shittin' in my drawers
I gotta play my part though and take what I can
From the niggaz I don't got scarface nigga I feel ya
By any means necessary, that's why they find scary niggaz buried

Carried to a whole 'nother place
If you'se a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face
So much drama, I put my best in it
Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it

Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love
I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above
I'm still takin' shit day by day
Survin' off a nifty, that's why I'm goin' 5150

Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin' down the block
Tryin' to scoot out, carry the bloody glock
'Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out
Tryin' to take the loot out my pocket
But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket

Then I split runnin' down the block
No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a gage
Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed
On the ground hella bleeedin' ass out
I remember seein' somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out

Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old
No more bullet holes in my chest
A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin'
The Lord [Incomprehensible] playa hatin'

I'm facin' Shock Jesus 'cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right
Because I'm trained up in that mob life
Come back tonite, strapped tonite
He said if I succeed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life

A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out
Flyin' through the cuts goin' the secret hill route
The whole scene was a disaster, Friday the 13th the final chapter
Lookin' niggaz wit Casper The Ghost

But I float until I smoked the big man
Slipped in quick sand, he's gonna kill me
But my spirit slipped in my body, I yelled watch out he's gonna get me
They didn't get me, huh, they labeled my ass 5150

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

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Freestyle - Lyrics - Cormega

Title: Freestyle
Artist: Cormega
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Michael Archer

Lyric:
Busta Rhymes, the place to be
Flipmode Squad, entirety
With the God, Cormega
No fucking deals, we gets biz like that
Stack bills, y'all niggas chill

One time, QB, yeah, my nigga Cormega
Busta Rhymes, real MC's
What the fuck, chill y'all niggas will watch
From above, up in the heavens
Busta Rhymes, and Cormega

It's about approximately seven o'clock
It gets busy while niggas is still riding the jock
Yeah, my gock, stay on cock
What the fuck you looking at black?
Relax, chill with all that

I'm saying though
It gets busy with the wild flow
Busta Rhymes, gets busy, and digging 40 below
While you shoveling snow

We freestyle and having a good time
Busta Rhymes, my nigga named Cormega
Let's have a seat and play a game of, uh
Sega Genesis, we gets busy from here to Nemesis
It comes through like this

While all them other niggas is diminishing and blemishing
We come through with the rhymes, and we still finishing
The whole show at the end of the night
Niggas don't feel right, niggas is moving uptight

Fuck the bullshit, I'm coming through my shit is out of sight
Play out in tomorrows, while niggas is driving fly cars
Motherfucker, we driving fat bottles at the bar
Niggas can't see me and the mega, is superstars

Now what the fuck is here, Busta Rhymes living legend, dairy
Cormega, it's very necessary, that we school niggas
Drop jewels on niggas, fools out of niggas

We play 'em like that, word is born
Guess we comes down like this
Have fun mega, show them niggas deal shit

Yo son, we need the silence
Yo, shit is real I can't escape the violence
In my sleep, I see jail cells in Gator Island
My greatest challenge, to analyze, like I'm weighing ounces

Lounging in a rover, on a Jamaican island
I kick the potent grammar, flow like, coke you bag up
I told my son in mart nine to blow your man up
My hand to hand soldiers, rep ill
If my words don't affect you, then death will

Mega Montana, for real, say hello to the bad guys
This Busta Rhymes, Mega shit is madd fly
And I keep my heater on standby
The nine millimeter shine, kill or be killed

You fuck me, you die, you fuck me, you die
You fuck me, you'll die, I don't trust a nine
But I love my nigga Busta Rhymes

Yeah, yeah, yeah, right through the door, the ambassador
Busta Rhymes will make all you niggas fall on the floor
Catch a heat stroke, Busta Rhymes is still provoke
Niggas will choke off my black smoke, what the fuck?

Niggas don't really want the noise, it's Busta Rhymes
I make noise for all the little girls and boys to enjoy when I speak
It's Busta Rhymes and I get down every single day of the week
Motherfuckers talk that bullshit, shit still sound weak
What the fuck you dealing wit?

Niggas is bustin' nuts all over your families
It's Busta Rhymes and I come through, and I defy gravities
Niggas can not see the technology
It's Busta Rhymes, my shit is advanced, take one chance
My shit is like CD's enhanced

It's a breakthrough, what the fuck is the deal?
My rhyme skill, is so ill, niggas better chill
Busta Rhymes coming through for real, Cormega

What up my nigga?
We had fun
Yeah, it's like that, you don't stop
Then we back niggas guns

Yeah, yeah, it's like that and you don't stop
My nigga Busta Rhymes kicking from the bottom to the top
In the studio live, me and my niggas lied
My and my nigga Busta rep'n since 9-5

'Cause 95, that's the year a nigga like me arrived
On the streets I was locked down, doing my time
I see my nigga Busta in the studio, he like yo
"Your shit is peace God", I'm like, "Peace, I like you too, bro"

Ever since then, we've been cool like Hennessey
And Remi, and rhyme is like extremity
I'm in the studio, kicking the rhyme again, I'm divine again
With my black notebook and ill fucking Heineken

My nigga motherfucker Busta, the Rhyme
Yo, shit is real God
Peace, love, divine
(Word is born)

It was a nice little moment, we just coming through breezing
Like sea breeze on niggas, no doubt
We throw niggas on grills and barbeque there ass
Real hot for the 9-7, Cormega back on the streets, nigga
What the fuck is the deal with all y'all?

Niggas getting a little sneak previews
On how the climate might change, fuck is the problem?
Stay focused before you miss out on the God
Violator family like, y'all niggas get familiar with it, aiight, chill

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Where My Thugz At - Lyrics - Thug Mentality 1999 - Krayzie Bone

Title: Where My Thugz At
Album: Thug Mentality 1999
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Buck buck fuck where my thugs at?
Where the fuck my thugs at?
Are you ready for war?
Got to be ready for war

Forward march, pull out your weapon
Aim directly for the heart
Buck the brain and make sure everything stop
And listen to the shells drop
As we steady poppin' round after round
Off trumpets fade around us
Bailin' through the motherfuckin' mud
And rain niggas on a mission

Shirt full of bloodstains but I'm still livin'
'Cause I got the will and the skills
To make it out the killin' field alive and killin' still
This the type of shit I make you want got our suits on
Knowin' and willin' to die with our boots on
Dressed in fatigues this is real we ain't no actors
We don't wear this shit for no fashion

You'll see how real it is when we start blasting
Fake niggas always shoot real blanks
We in the steel tanks
If this was real they'd probably crumble
How you come to rumble
When you scared of what's in the jungle, nigga
Why you tell them people you was killas

I put this on my dead thugs
When they jump we gon' tear it up
Torpedo one, bomb, torpedo two to see the destruction
Military minded so will win
Strategize, that's all I'm fuckin' 'bout is strategies
It's all about reality and nigga that's me

Buck buck fuck where my thugs at?
Where the fuck my thugs at?
Are you ready for war?
Got to be ready for war

Before we fight, I use my mind to pin the situation
Makin' sure the enemies weak before we invade 'em
Then we break 'em, organization is a factor
Comin, from the warrior slash the mad rapper
Makin, pushes jump out the bushes troopers attack
And the heads of the adversaries bring 'em back to me
If you scared you the first nigga dead and the field is gettin' deeper

Drama getting thicker so I pull my pistol quicker
Kill 'em all if they ain't on your team
But watch out for the spies trying to infiltrate
The scene know what I mean
We headed for the justice center
Free all the convicts and let the killas ride with us
Yeah, let's fuck some shit up and get rid of

The law of course voluntarily or by force
This shit just goes on and on
It don't stop until the body rot and they casket drop
In the W A R we are the mighty, the mighty
The mighty, mighty warriors ready
If they spittin' we gone send them bitches slugs
Back it's like that buck buck buck

Buck buck fuck where my thugs at?
Where the fuck my thugs at?
Are you ready for war?
Got to be ready for war

Thugs everywhere, you see them niggas wanna be 'em
Meet the real thuggish, ruggish niggas out of Cleveland
The wasteland warriors wild execution style
Find your body smelling foul
I stay thugged out and enhance my thug mentality
Gotta keep my mental sharper than a pencil

Got bullets in the clip though and you in danger
If you anger me nigga you'll me the one that's in the chamber
Paranoia, don't get too close
I'll blow your fuckin' head right off your shoulders
'Cause everything to me is war I'm livin' in horror
I'll die before captured
(Fuck that)

Fuckin' with these niggas down to the last clip
Remember the casualties dearly departed
Keep poppin' at these coppers
And we'll drop 'em in your honor
You can rest in peace, your killas deceased
Where my thugs at buck buck
Get 'em up so I can see 'em

Buck buck fuck where my thugs at?
Where the fuck my thugs at?
Are you ready for war?
Got to be ready for war

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