Trial Of The Century - Lyrics - Az

Title: Trial Of The Century
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony Cruz, Nashiem Myrick

Lyric:
Just like a motion picture, gun fire froze a nigga
Compose the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble over quicker
Duckin' low, wit the four four, tryin' to bust and blow
Empty out before the po po come bust the show

Sobered up, knew it was beef, but over what?
Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, they cold as fuck
Tuck my chain in, rose to my feet, no time for aimin'
Back arched, all you saw was sparks, niggas blazin'

One fell, callin' for help, heard him yell
My last shell, tore through his spine, it's time to bail
It's slow motion, dust in my clothes started boatin'
It's bizarre copin', my blood flowin' like the art of goshen
Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow pacin'
No destination, it's up north a nigga facin'

If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round

I pleed innocent, the love for my freedom is infinite
Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10 percent
Self defense, incarceration couldn't help repent
Caught in commotion at the time I felt it, felt intense

Him or me, it's misery through my memory
But mentally, outcome wise I feel no sympathy
You know the streets, how some niggas could go for weeks
Rock you slow to sleep, play you for doe, now you know it's beef
Know it's deep, I live my life on the creep
Tinted jeeps, bulletproof coupes move mystique

Let him speak, my dogg is innocent
It was my gats this cat named Roberto it's certain
Desert ease in my skirts end
Let my nigga live while I breed us up a kid face this little bitch

No explanation, speedy trial, fuck the extra waitin'
Hesitatin', they know the time a nigga facin', so what's the verdict?

If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round

I feel ill inside, though my life is still a ride
Some may criticize, but it's a blessin', that I'm still alive
From all the smoke lit, all the hoes hit, all the cold shit
From comin' that close gettin' my dome split

Spreaded out, so much on my mind, gotta let it out
To live, and die for a cause I feel dead with out
Check my rap sheet, no prior cases, just some tech's beef
Charged with drunk drivin' once, but I was half sleep

Swervin', off of St. Mark's and Burgan, in a rented suburban
I must have dozed when I was turnin'
But peep this, I'm on trial now, no sign of weakness
No secrets, just goin' to court and I'm tryin' to beat this
A new don, another score, another new born, been too long
Here's a dick jury for y'all to chew on

Order in the court, order in the court
That's contempt of court

If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round

If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round

If we all gonna die

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24 Hours To Live - Lyrics - Mase

Title: 24 Hours To Live
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): David Styles, Casey James, Rob Ross, Nashiem Myrick, Earl Simmons, Mason Mase Betha, Sean Puffy Combs, Deric Angelettie, Jason Phillips, Leroy Bell, Carlos Broady, Sean Jacobs

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Lyric:
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had 24 hrs. to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too

I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto

Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request

Yo, yo, if I had 24 hrs. to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson

Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball

Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different floors
And I'm gon' play Lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what?

You know when I was close to the ledge
I'd probably be in the wedge
With this bare Spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds

Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend, so, I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor

Jump in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six
Went home, took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my last hrs. wit my son and my daughter

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

What? Hey, yo, if I had 24, nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an' he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself

So Papi, fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a book bag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe and have her take me to my place

We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit, his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me

If I had 24 hrs. to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan
Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant

Back to the twenty four, I make it out the precinct
Shootin' niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every so called Don
Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone

I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent, get stocks and bonds

Twenty four left until my death
So, I'm gon' waste alot of lives but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin' but I'ma send you there first
And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'ma send you there worse

I've been livin' with a curse and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say hello to my little friend
But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her

C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn like three buildings on Wall Street into a fog
Out with a bang, you will remember my name
I wanted to live forever but this wasn't fame

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go?

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Prepared To Die - Lyrics - O.G. Original Gangster - Ice T

Title: Prepared To Die
Album: O.G. Original Gangster
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Tracy Lauren Marrow

Lyric:
Watch me flip and rip on the freedom tip
Open your mind, see the point of the ice pick
I stand tall, while my brothers still choose to crawl
Black power, it's in effect you all, but you don't understand
You're still a slave to the man, prepare for revolution

Some sucker say we're free, I gotta disagree
Half my posse's in the penitentiary
So, I'm a drop and kick the science with defiance
Because, I have no alliance with suckas who choose
Not to act black, when they are black
Get out my face with that, you better ease back

Because Mandela did twenty seven hard ones
Not in a windowed room, but in a barred one
While his wife had tears in her eyes
The man is a hero, he needs a Nobel prize
But that will never happen
So I'm gonna keep rappin', freein' my brothers' minds
From their entrapment
To silence the ice, they'll probably put a bullet in me
But I'm prepared to die and Mandela's free

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Blood & Flames - Lyrics - Roadrunner United

Title: Blood & Flames
Artist: Roadrunner United
Composer(s): Matthew K Heafy, Jesse David Leach

Lyric:
You thrust the knife into my side
With words you say you realize
That I came to speak of what I see
No matter what you do to me

I stand no compromise
I feel prepared to die

Falling, our lives were led astray
When we fell from grace
Calling your life won't be denied
When washed with blood & flames

You thrust the knife into my side with
Words you say you realize

That I stand no compromise
I feel prepared to die

My life for yours is a raging war
As I stand in the midst of darkness screaming

Falling, our lives were led astray
When we fell from grace
Calling, your life won't be denied
When washed with blood & flames

Come on

My life for yours, this raging war
As I stand in the midst of darkness screaming
We know our roots, we know the truth
The strength of our foundations

I stand no compromise
I feel prepared to die

Falling, our lives were led astray
When we fell from grace
Calling, your life won't be denied
When washed with blood & flames

My life for yours is a raging war
As I stand in the midst of darkness screaming
We know our roots, we know the truth
The strength of our foundations

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We Want Freedom - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: We Want Freedom
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): Alan Bergman, Lavonne Alford, A Mair, Michel Legrand, V Williams, C Gavin, Marilyn Bergman

Lyric:
I was born black, I live black
And I'ma die probably because I'm black
Because some cracker that knows I'm black
Better than you nigga, is probably gonna put
A bullet in the back of my head!

Yeah our lives fucked up, no doubt
All this shit we go through every day
Sometimes a nigga don't know what the fuck to do
But see I got my niggas

And we gone organize a people army
And we gone get control over our own lives
And I mean that shit right there from the bottom of my shit
I Ching

Yeah, yeah imagine havin no runnin water to drink
Chemicals contaminate the pipes leadin to your sink
Just think, if the grocery stores close they doors
And they saturate the streets with tanks and start martial law

Would you be ready for civil war
Could you take the life of somebody you know
Or have feelings for if necessary? I got cousins in the military
But far as I'm concerned they died, when they registered

Yo, this world is oh so cold, I think about my ancestors
Being sold, and it make me wanna break the mold
Fuck the gold and the party, train yourself, clean your shottie
Tell me what you gone do to get free, we need more than MC's

We need Hueys, and revolutionaries
The niggas on the streets today, it's kinda scary
The smell around my way ain't roses or strawberries
In fact it's kinda poisonous, bringing out the boy in us

But I'ma stand up on my own, like a man do
Dominate the land and make wealth, like Fu-Manchu
Yes the peoples army stick together like glue
We represent the I-Ching and to this we stand true

Military formation, anyone participation is welcome
Each one teach one, son help son
Just one gun is all it take to get it started
Living in the wilderness of the west we cold hearted

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

Yeah, I'm for peace
But I'll kill ya if ya fuck with my moms or my niece
See we all want peace, but the problem is
Crackers want a bigger piece

Got it where the niggas can't get a piece
That's why police get stabbed and shot
'Cuz a nigga can't eat if the ave is hot
Locked up you get three hot meals and one cot

Then you sit and rot, never even got a fair shot
That's where a whole lotta niggas end up
My man moms even got sent up, tryin to keep the rent up
When I'm bent up I think alot about the reason I'm here

I think about the things I fear in the comin years
Ahead of me, I'm ready for whatever they bring though
I'd go against a tank wit a shank for my dreams
And that's my fuckin' word

One day the whole world will smoke herb
And niggas won't get took to jail for hangin on the curb

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

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Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades - Lyrics - Deja Entendu - Brand New

Title: Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades
Album: Deja Entendu
Artist: Brand New
Composer(s): Vincent Accardi, Jesse Lacey

Lyric:
Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow it
Shaking head to toe
While your left hand does the 'show me around'
Quickens your heartbeat
It beats me straight up to the ground

You don't recover from a night like this
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
Barely whisper, "This is so messed up"

Upon arrival the guests had all stared
Dripping wet and clearly depressed
He'd headed straight for the stairs
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch
Unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships

He keeps his hands low, he doesn't wanna blow it
He's wet from head to toe and
His eyes give her the up and the down
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up
But the body on the bed beckons forward
And he starts growing up

The fever, the focus
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
Die young and save yourself
The tickle, the taste of
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up
Die young and save yourself

She hits the lights, this doesn't seem quite fair
Despite of everything he learned from his friends
He doesn't feel so prepared
She's breathing quiet and smooth
He's gasping for air

"This is the first and last time," he says
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
He's holding back from telling her
Exactly what it really feels like

He is the lamb, she is the slaughter
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her
Nothing that he tells her's really having an effect
He whispers that he loves her
But she's probably only looking for

So much more than he could ever give
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
He waits for it to end
And for the aching in his guts to subside

The fever, the focus
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
Die young and save yourself
The tickle, the taste of
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up
Die young and save yourself

Up the stairs, the station where
The act becomes the art of growing up

The fever, the focus
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
Die young and save yourself
The tickle, the taste of
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up
Die young and save yourself

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My Type - Lyrics - T.I. vs. T.I.P - T.I.

Title: My Type
Album: T.I. vs. T.I.P
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): Keith Mc Masters, Clifford Joseph Harris

Lyric:
Let's go, ya'll gon' wish for a nigga like me when I ain't here
You know what I'm sayin'
You don't appreciate a nigga my type
Once I die ain't no more niggas my type

So just remember me right
Just remember me right
Just remember me right
Just remember me right

Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type
But when I die ain't no more niggas my type
So just remember me right
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight
All them haters gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight

I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right

When your back was against the wall remember where could you go
Remember who helped you again like he helped you before
Went out the way to let you know that you ain't never alone
They disrespect you, come here until they left you alone

He taught you how to be weak, he taught you how to be strong
Taught you not to accept defeat, you go all out or be gone
But it ain't the same in the streets now that he gone
He now in heaven on the throne exactly where he belong

Now he left millions devastated and his family mourned
Sons turn to grown man since their daddy been gone
Daughters grew, like him or not, he left his family home
Even prepared the funeral service he had in the dome

And then they came to represent for a stand up gent
Who walked it like he talked it, always said what he meant
Impossible to stop him, had a head like cement
Maybe now you'll appreciate a nigga like this

Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type
So just remember me right
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight
All them haters gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight

I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right

If they only knew the man outside of the hype
No matter what the situation he always try to do right
Still they gossip and told lies, used to take him for granted
Often found it hard to relate, some how they can't understand it

'Cause that respect he gon' demand it, theres a problem he handle it
Looked adversity in the eye, he never ran from a challenge
They try to knock him off balance when the Fed came and got him
Did the time on the edge, came home now he ain't stoppin'

Now while them niggas used to hate him, but they girl use to jock him
Swear he had the kinda swagger, made the world stop and watch him
Plus he possessed so much hustle, made it impossible to top him
Got better every album, haters hate to see him drop em'

They just talk shit from a distance, when he around they playin' posse
He use to scare them suckers shitless, probably why them niggas shot him
Hey, what it took 'em nothing else they ever could've did about him
So go on talk shit about him, at least you ain't forgot about him, I see

Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type
So just remember me right
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight
All them haters gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight

I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right

Wanna say sorry to my mama, King and lil' mama
See me go through so much drama, you could stand a little thunder
Never let em' see you sweat, stay cool as a cucumber
Stay ready for whatever, make note I'm a do wonder

How he died? On his feet like a man with honor
Showed you the sky was the limit, you can do whatever you wanna
[Incomprehensible] Deyjah need me
Don't worry bout me, Uncle Phil, the ladies with me

See me with your granddaddy, I know you gon' miss daddy
But life ain't always a dream and horrible shit happens
Had I let a nigga kill me before I quit rapping
And get to spend more time with ya, I know we would been happy

But I had to take them chances, you probably would have been trappin'
Long as I could keep that from happening your papi could die happy
So keep the wind at your back and the sun at your face
Remember winnin' in your blood, you were born with what it take, okay

Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type
So just remember me right
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight
All them haters gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight

I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right

Hey, yo, with all my heart I apologize, man, I'm sorry
I tried, I did everything I could, man, you know what I'm saying
[Incomprehensible] more then than it was, yeah

They say you can't win 'em all
But shit, man, I gave them niggas hell long as I could [Incomprehensible]
Hey, you could put your money on that, hey

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As The World Turns - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: As The World Turns
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Yafeu Fula, Darryl Harper, Bruce Washington, Tupac Shakur, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
As the world turns
As the world turns my niggaz grow and grow and grow
And get dough and roll and ride
Niggaz die and mommas cry
Niggaz got alibis and suicides and homicides
And three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change
And niggaz fame, as the world turns

Though I walk through the valley of hell the shadow follows me
Wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow expect apologies
You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet
Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted

And still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me
I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me
And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains
Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change

If we search deeper, God bless the hustler
Curse the first sleeper
Enemies get beside me, flows go deeper inside
We we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded

Time will soon show, a thought can last for years
Outshinin' them fakes smile plastic tears
like last year, niggaz stuck in the past, and it's clear
Just some busta ass bastards allergic to cash this year

Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B
Killin' bustaz is my motherfuckin' job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, niggaz reported missin'
My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns

As the world keeps turnin' round and round
(My niggaz grow and grow and grow)
It's gon' be goin' round
(And gettin' dough and dough and dough)
As the world turns and steady turnin'
(From this state to that state)
(From this cell to that cell, as the world turns)

As the world turn burnin' paths, starin' through my rear view
It's a war goin' on, and the President is in too
I hear Tu-Pac sayin', "Watch 'em they'll kill you"
Sippin' Thug Passion, scrub actin' like he feel you

Steady plottin', ready or not; Outlawz lost
But not forgotten, from Gittere to Compton
A spitter of the hotness, long timeness
So like six I ain't never been rich
I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house
She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlaw

Another lonely nigga with a 12-gage pump
With a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf

I ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug, nigga
Kadafi betta unslug this nigga, Seike betta undrug this nigga
Out of the buildin' we street children with no souls
Our hearts gon' stay cold, the war gon' stay on

We serve 'em, like Pac told us to, catch em wet with the tec
Hit 'em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to
Napoleon the front line soldier, front times over
Rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober

Nigga talkin' thug walkin' all through yo' squad
Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie
Better be prepared than try to dunk away from these strays homie

Worlds turn, thangs burn, all in one shot
Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers
All that we got
As the world turns

As the world keeps turnin' round and round
(And my niggaz roll and ride)
It's gon' be goin' round as the world turns
(Niggaz gettin' swoll out)
And steady turnin'
(And it don't stop and it don't quit)
(That real shit)

As the world keeps turnin' round and round
(Niggaz die for, how many you niggaz try for this?)
It's gon' be goin' round as the world turns
(As the world turns murderin' methods, Outlaw)

Only haters caught feelings, when my homie caught millions
And acquired the desired status of boss livin'
We cross driven, cornered into a life that's hellish
Payin' our dues with bloodshed, ain't shit y'all could tell us

Fellas, mount up, it's time for battle, it's on now
Two worlds collidin' armies ridin' soldiers, gone wild
Sometimes I think my glory days was back in my youth
I sought too for family, but I got it lost in these ounces
Now as the world turns court adjourns, I'm sentenced to burn
The cost of my sins too much, nuttin' left to earn

October 9th 1977 first day out my baby carriage
Married my Mack-11 hit the block playin'
Only five years up in this bitch, poppa runnin' from the Feds
Puttin' peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints

Me on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home
To protect my zone in these streets I roam
Dough on d-low, downin' straight shots of Cristal Brothers
Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth

I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state
Got the drop on the spot, movin' pounds of weight
Fuck my fate and lots of loot to burn, a hustler's yearn
For this dirty money earned as this crooked world turns

As the world turns and turns and turns and turns
As the world keeps turnin' round and round
It's gon' be goin' round
(This for the soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle)
(Hopin' to bubble, keep on hustlin, as the world turns)

As the world turns and turns and turns and turns
(Money come and go, hoes come and go, foes come and go)
It's gon' be goin' round
(Friends come and go, my soldiers, stay eternal)

As the world keeps turnin' round and round
(Outlaw Immortalz, dedicated)
It's gon' be goin' round
(I send this to black Jesus, only he can feed us)
(When you need us, as the world turns)

As the world keeps turnin' round and round
(Throw this shit in the deck)
(Niggaz gettin' chin' checked)
(From the East to the West best to wear a vest)
It's gon' be goin' round
(Nigga we ain't the ones to test, fuck you)
(As the world turns)

As the world keeps turnin' round and round
(Outlaw ridahs, Mutah right beside us)
(Camillion, wanna make a million)
(Legit, as the world turns)
(As the world keeps turnin' round and round)
(Burn baby burn)

A lot of niggaz get burned as the world turns
A lot of niggaz gettin' burned as the world turns
Gettin' burned as the world turns

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When We Ride - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: When We Ride
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tyruss Himes, Bruce Washington, Yafen Fula, Tupac Shakur, Marc Jordan

Lyric:
Outlaw Immortalz bow down to somethin'
Greater than yourself trick
Individuals capable of enormous amounts
Of chin checks and eye swolls, they know

You watchin' but you ain't seein' what lies before you, beatch
Picture if you will seven deadly human beings
Blessed with the gift of speech, the power to reach
Each nigga on every street

May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud
Of what transpired since the day the seed was planted
The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick
Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit

Just me and my dogs livin' like hogs, Outlaw Immortalz
What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue
What lies between is the fiction don't fuck around and make it true

My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe
I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me
Plus my alias is Makaveli, a loaded three-fifty-seven
With hollow points to a nigga belly

Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around
With a sick-ass nigga like me
They call my name out and niggaz run
Best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come

They call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two game table
I'm robbin' ya niggaz cradle wit a knife in your navel
Rap-related criminally activated and evil
I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin' Desert Eagle

Till the end, I'm tellin' all friends and enemies
You see what I got to make you freeze
To touch me you need ten of these
Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast
Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo

I be shinin' like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin' holdin' pistols
The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials
Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential
Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you

Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro
Blast and I'ma last yo past all these Glass Joes
And assholes who claim, like they be runnin' thangs
I be gunnin' those same niggaz runnin' late, to their fate

My alias is motherfuckin' Napoleon, and I'd rather be
Robbin' again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin'
But the shit ain't nothin', and I got no time for no bluffin'
Befo' a nigga finish with puttin' in work I betta end up with somethin'

I think these niggaz got the game fucked up
If they don't believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust
Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin' cases, fuck probation
Is what I'm screamin' when these money hungry cops be chasin'

Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa
Hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride
Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa
Hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride

It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini
Mentally unstable G status, so you can't see me
Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets
Rag Vette's, shakin' bitches and snitches and trippin' on sets

Ingle-Watts banger, keepin' one in the chamber
For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride
Suicidal thoughts lurk fuckin' no end to revenge
Fuck any, my alias Mussolini

They call me Idi, from the side of seedy
Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin' up on these niggaz easy
It ain't nuttin', 'cause if they wantin' somethin'
So I'ma commence to dumpin' stomp down
And struck up while my beat is bumpin', Thuggin'

To my fuckin' last nut, with Lo-Pole and Kastro
Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though
Outlaw Immortalz doin' this dit-nirt on the sli-zow
Ain't no chance to hide when we ride

My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so Feds can't copy
Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bitch if she drop me
Severely addicted to livin' like a fuckin' felon
While beefin' with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nigga sellin'

Since a short I been livin' life defiant, nickel plated chrome
Got this baby Capone lookin' like a giant, and I ain't lyin'
It's like it's me against myself with all these
Backstabbin' snakes grabbin' at my fuckin' wealth

Mo Khomeini goes terrorist, mad man killer
The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers
I'm that nigga with the fifty cap pouch, with the murderous stacks
That increase, while these motherfucker's eat beef

It's been a long road, a lot of episodes
And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes
Reach hoes, make 'em feel a nigga when I'm mashin'
Now I'm surpassin' any assassin

Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa
Hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride
Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa
Hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride

Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa
Hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride
Thug nigga till we die, no mercy on these playa
Hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride

Ha ha ha ha, Outlaw Immortalz baby
Y'all niggaz can't fade this ol' crazy shit
Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini
Amin, Naploleon, Khomani what y'all really wanna do?

Ha ha like them niggaz said, "What would you do?
If you could fuck with me and my crew"
He ha ha ha ha ha, Thug Life, yeah nigga
Flashin' on niggaz

Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life
But we Outlaw Immortalz
We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga
Like I'll make you famous motherfuckers

I'm talkin' about Newsweek and Time Magazine
And all that ol' good shit
My niggas make the papers baby
My niggas make the front page

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Armageddon - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Armageddon
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Romeo Antonio, Kenny Edmonds, Antonio Reid, Darryl Simmons, Anthony Henderson, Willie Lyons

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Lyric:
The time has come
Let us unite, mount
My heavenly Father's children
(My heavenly Father)
The time has come for judgement
Armageddon

False prophets never blend in
For we are
(We are)
Revelation angels descending
(My lordy, lord)

From our sins no need to pretend
Who provided me oxygen I loved since I began
Prayin' you wash away my sins
Babylon the great has fallen, offsprings of the wicked one crawl

Fearin' that their Lord is calling
Blessed be the sins of the Almighty
Destunation of any others burn eternaly and waste in heat

Oh, look what we've been done
What have brung, brung, brung?
Oh, look what we've been done
What have brung, brung, brung?

Oh, look what we've been done
What have brung, brung, brung?
Oh, look what we've been done
What have brung, brung, brung?

Oh, look what we've been done
What have brung, brung, brung?

It's Armageddon, pay attention
You better recognize the end is coming
You'll be wishin' it wasn't time to die
'Cause I can see and I can feel it

It's all in my bone
And ain't no tellin' when you living
You're dead, you're gone for sure
We go through this war I thought you knew

It's time to recruit
And you and you, you better be prepared to shoot
So look out, boy
(And you're runnin' and you're coming)

Uh, oh, uh, oh, no, no, not the evil system
Armageddon bring new kingdom
Hey tell me where you're runnin' to
'Cause when I find you you're marked by the beast

So you're not a survivor
So it's time to die, kiss ourselves goodbye
The whole world bites the dust, couldn't live while corrupted up

Enough get up and get youselves together
Get your kids 'cause they're rebellion got to learn 'em with a lesson
It's taught you're brought caught up in your web

And it's your fault got no pulse
Armaggedon will have you broke off
But still you don't wanna learn, learn
Standin' too close to that fire, get burned, burned

Muder is coming to ge us, believe me
It's seekin' to find your future
The feeling I get when it's creepin'
Now police have been killin' [unverified] us [unverified] to ger rid of us

What you want? I'm sick of the world, putting us all in coffin
But y'all don't feelin' me now
How silly can we be? It's Judgement Day as we speak

And it ain't no other road, no death is the only way to go
So murder is comin' to get us, pin us, all within time
Armageddon, geddon, geddon

Armageddon
The end is coming
You better get ready for Armageddon

Armageddon destruction rollin' over us in murderous ways
Killin' you everybody
See did anybody pray?
But it's much tool late

If you have not been told on Judgement Day
Bloddy fate and you can't say wait
Could you imagine seeing life end and I mean your life just flashing
Poof, gonna do? Gonna do?

Do you wanna live the rest of your life?
Or do you wanna die with the rest of your life, life?
Somebody calling me telling me you better get up, the end is comin'
It's comin' they comin' and yes I believe it, I know it

I know it's near look here, ha you
Ain't trying to be outside when the sun no longer shine
That's right, that's right, that's right
Now look at you burn

We're lost fallin' from the ground, law free we are
Freedom from po po, we don't need 'em no more
And I hope you catch the first blow

I'm flipping much praise to the Lord above me
No one can change that
I know the difference between life and death
And while you lie back thinking your life you're gonna live forever

Who put you on that level?
It was a lie would be nice
Souljah Boy'll treat you better
Never put anything before your children

Honor your mother and father
You're going to live forever in the kingdom, peace
The Maker, He got somthing for us
He gave us life y'all
And He's gonna have to destroy us, gonna break us off

Armageddon
The end is coming
You better ge ready for Armageddon

An there shall be great earthquakes
And the sun becomes as black as sackcloth
And the moon as blood
And the stars of heaven shall fall unto the earth

Even as a fig tree cast her untimely figs
When she is shaken of a mighty wind
And the heavens, the heavens will depart as a scroll
And it is the roller together

And every mountain and island will move out of their places
And the kings of the earth, and the great men and the rich men
And the chief captains and the mighty men and every bond man
And every free man, shall hide themselves in the dens

And in the rocks of the mountains
And shall say to the mountain and the rocks
Fall on us, fall on us and hise us fro the face of him
That sit upon the throne

And from the wrath of the Lamb
For the great day of His [unverified] has come
And who shall be able to stand?
Who shall be able to stand? Who shall be able to stand?

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Guns N' Roses - Lyrics - Clipse

Title: Guns N' Roses
Artist: Clipse
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Gene Thornton, Terence Thorton, Pharrell Williams

Lyric:
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This is the life, nigga that's the life

I wouldn't have it any other way
Yeah, gun play burning loves the one die
Makes me cry some days
Lawless, riding backwards on a one way
The color flawless, bitch I reek of money
(Bitch)

Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck
We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up
From the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your door
They missed you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip bra

There's science to the way we move, cock two's
And walk through the club without scuffing our Prada shoes
On this side we on the by by, we buy the rules
So when you play with us y'all niggas just gotta lose

Lust for them things that turn women to wives
Live for that shit that determines your street size
Run with them twins that waters you mother's eyes
That's diamonds, cocaine, and burners on my thighs

Raw like peeblo, guns and mink coats
Light up canoes, till titanics, I sink ships
Love doing bitches with pink lips, call me Padre
Talk shit with a gun in my hand call me cockay

Did this straight, bricks ain't large
Bricks for weight, filling a crate, filling a barge, now that's large
Sipping blue ells, and playing cards
Plus a pat on the back from the fucking coastguard

Yo, yo, I got a love for small lawns and hair pin triggers
Dare niggas third in my crew, it's known killers
Model hoes that blow with hour glass figures
We live for raw sex and 80 proof liquors

Run, walk, and crawl for catching hot balls
From my dogs who take game while smoking lock jaws
Why burn your mouth in the name of cheat talk
Be prepared to change your tune by the time my heat spark

After dark get your crew for me is a cake walk
And I love rap records with lots of gun talk
It's day time two both pies on waist sides
Can't trace, I hop back crimson lake sides

I make five which is why y'all hate
I got dark skin, jet black bitches with jade eyes
We wildin' out, hang them high, and dry them out
I do them type of things y'all niggas is lying 'bout
My speech is the reason my race is dying out

So I pray to God, the same time I'm pulling the iron out
We rock stars, smoke red, mixed with lobster
We Jamaican sexing, pillow talking, and pop trois
In pasta, look, you wanna be a mobster

On stage recipient of a nice guy
Malicious nigga y'all cats fictitious
When the shit hits
It's how you know we mean business

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This is the life, nigga that's the life

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This is the life, nigga that's the life

When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last
See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
I'm asking you, 'cause we used to rock the same ass
When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glass

When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last
See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass
When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glass

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Hold Down The Block - Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

Title: Hold Down The Block
Album: Hip Hop Is Dead
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Mark Christopher Batson, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation

Yeah, Feds feast on street dons, look at their teeth showin'
Salivatin' at the mouth, South to East Orange
Keep pourin' that liquor, but **** don't sleep on it
You'll be givin' up your Jesus piece to your peeps to pawn it

For legal fees in the penal dorm
Screamin' on the horn with 'bout thirty years on your conscience
I'm watchin' brothers disappear, it's appallin'
Some dudes had just only a year of ballin'

Counter-intelligence found a strange evidence
(When the block is hot)
Still we behind the wheel with heat on us, hangin' with predicates
Position we placed in caves in, so they got us caged in
Ways spinnin' like Mike Bivens from New Edition aging
(I gotta, when the block is hot)

I got families I'm feeding 'cause my mans is bleeding
Every five seconds look in all directions
I come through prepared, I give 'em a call
I'm close, bring them guns downstairs

I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation

Uh, uh, it's beef week, Monday, murder
Two **** dead, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday is hearse-day
Friday, somebody-gotta-die-day, Saturday, put the gat away
Chillin' wit your chick and a bag of haze

Wonderin' how it's all gon' end and what type of way
'Cause Sunday back to gunplay
Mo' **** start over nothin'
And get finished quick 'cause the art of repercussion

Yeah, I seen it, a G' going out indecent
(When the block is hot)
Takin' a plea agreement, thinkin' he secret
Escape the crime scene, now you live straight like 9:15
Then one-time intervene
(I gotta hold)

My man ain't like me sayin' I don't care if I die
But the SIG Sauer on me now I'm scared to die
You thinkin' the one I send to clap you be a shorty
But he old school, holdin' a .38, he in his forties

I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation

(I gotta)
Anytime brothers can't get jobs, then they rob
(When the block is hot)
A man rather die than live on his knees and starve
Cops steady askin' your man what happened
First he tell then he stop, like he not really rattin'

Guess he not really in that casket from a sawed-off
(When the block is hot)
Listen, peep game from the brain of an all-star
The rain hurt **** bones who been shot
Metal pins in their leg, they walk with a limp-hop

The streets lie so you better be cautious
(When the block is hot)
Your man'll fry you plus, everybody talkin'
A vet, a General, don't step where I walked in
Make your own path, be a legend in your skin

(Hold down the block, when the block is hot)
Make your own cash, don't stress what I'm forcin'
Don't expect more when you put in less work than all them
Queens Bridge projects has taught him, and that's for life
You heard me right, I got the block
(When the block is hot)

When the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation

I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination to change the situation
I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation

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The Day After - Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

Title: The Day After
Album: Soul Food
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Robert Barnett, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
I'm so happy we made it
I knew one day we would
All these years of strugglin'
Were never understood

Now my eyes are open
And I can clearly see
We didn't die for nothin'
'Cuz we're finally free

My Grand be gone after a 103 years of blood sweat and pain
And never complained
The last words that the nurse heard was the song she sang
Died tired of this living thing
Most I knew never made it to drinking age

Sometimes I fight Gipp
Should I spend or should I hold on for what tomorrow brings
Fly ain't that roll egg, so many lips in my head
Seeing some act up from one taste out the cup

Can't build me up to cut me down
Gipp is in your game
But Gipp won't play your game
In the day after

I been this way since birth
Heaven upon sent a newborn to tell it like he see it
No lies though the eyes of an angel suggest you don't table
Every angle be obtuse, ain't no truce, it's war

It won't stop, to compromise wouldn't stop the bloodsheddin'
It's Armageddon in the streets of each inner city
Ain't takin' no pity on this unjust callin' it trust
I'm on the bus starin' out of a window

Thankin' 'bout them happy days I had
Over the summer growin' up fast to face life and harsh realities
That come wit the territory didn't know when I was young
So many get hung to hang

Take away the bad and bring back
The good that die mostly over bullshit
Takin' a gun and pulled it on an innocent friend of mine
That could have been yours

How can I stop the war and all the crime inside the minds that's
Programmed to destroy
From the beginning when will it end
On the day after judgment will I be ready

I'm so happy we made it
I knew one day we would
All these years of strugglin'
Were never understood

Now my eyes are open
And I can clearly see
We didn't die for nothin'
'Cuz we're finally free
I'm so happy

Meant I'd be spoiled rotten
A fin here a fin there but receipts please
For my feet I need, a new pair of hi rollin'
But the car ain't stolen

Pistol still smokin' from herndon homin' in on somebody
Gotta pay for restitution with heavily on my mind
Free fom mental debris hose me down
There my physical tame lay returnin' to its rightful place

A quest for forgiveness answer
The death toll Talley but my soul was spared
How is your prepared medium rare if you dare disobey
Well done race you the last one to orion star

Smellin' like shit in a glass jar
The bomb light years away from earth secure a space for my family
The mother of my first conceived and all the weak relatives
I hurt only

When I laugh
On display afta judge none careless atmosphere
Opportunity knockin' answer it knewin' you would
Good thangs come to those dat wait

Took a Los on church strait
The nifty fifth what better place
Fo' mo enemy to hide than behind religion
Done gee seen on I pray for you but I won't follow you to yo end

I know of a place not too far away
That maybe you and I can both go someday
But I gotta make sure 'cuz I ain't tryin' to stay here
Don't y'all realize that the end is so near

But don't have fear 'cuz you still got time
I hope you wanna come when I'm done with the rhyme
Let me explain so you won't claim you didn't know
And you can make sure that this is where you wanna go

It's all about preparing yourself for the return
And a trip to your soul is the only way you'll learn
But if you choose not to go that ain't my concern
I guess in hell you'll just have to burn

The devil tell lies and try to trick yo soul to receive it
They tell you that my Lord ain't coming' back and you believe it
Regardless if you listen to me
In the end we'll see

I'm so happy we made it
I knew one day we would
All these years of strugglin'
Were never understood

Now my eyes are open
And I can clearly see
We didn't die for nothin'
'Cuz we're finally free
I'm so happy

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The War Iz On - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: The War Iz On
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Ricardo Brown, Steve Pageot, Calvin Broadus, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
We so thuggish ruggish
(The motherfucking war iz on)
You better suit up and do like Krayzie Bone
'Cause the motherfucking war iz on
What you gon' do, what you gon' do, do?

Say nigga we marching, stompin' in the big black boots
With my niggas in the fatigue suits ready to shoot
Running with the AK 47
Niggas trying to survive they ain't trying to go to heaven

Motherfuckers shooting, they ain't even asking questions
It's these young ass niggas, they straight up thugged out
They killas like that little soldier boy
'Cause we livin' in the killin' field

Tombstone soldier rest in peace a real warrior
Nigga been ready for war we are
The motherfuckers on the street with the heat
Knockin' them hoes off they feet

Say boy it's a jungle out there
Get a couple casualties every year
The goal is to stay alive
The mission is to make money

The enemy, the police
We gotta bust back at 'em make some
Motherfucking examples out them assholes
We're not even concerned strike a match drop it on the gas

And let the motherfucker burn, burn, burn, baby, burn
Army strategic and I pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by

We jump out the bush make a push
Bstin' why they runnin' buckin' everything comin' murda
Y'all ain't said nothin'
Got a couple of niggas for that

Stay strapped from the front to the back
And the extra clip off in my jacket
So when I run out I restack it and pap it some more
We ready for war

So what nigga, pull your gun
That's exactly how we play
Screaming bloody murda mo all day
The buckshots spray daily all day

Money makes murders sex lies crimes fo-fives
Nines heaters jackers killa
Cap pealers and drug dealers
Snitches snakes bitches fakes

Bad breaks and heartaches
Give and take shake and bake
Boy, I gots to stack my plate
Bad news travels fast

Real mashers always mask
Give a dog a bone send him on he bound
To come home with some cash
Get you shit stack your chips, tuck your heat watch that bitch

She might be cute but listen here
My nigga that don't mean shit
Duck and dodge camouflage
My entourage is way in charge

Krayzie Bone and Dog Capone
Yeah, you know the war is on
Break a bitch shoot a snitch
Fuck a trick get your grip

Smoke, some dank pass some drank
And get off into this gangsta shit
Laying fools down Dog Pound Bone Thugs on love
And we banging from the streets to the club

So what nigga, pull your gun
That's exactly how we play
Screaming bloody murda mo all day
The buckshots spray daily all day

Check it out
Gangstas hoes, I suppose
Dip and dash cock and blast
Kurupt and Snoop Krayzie Daz

Layzie blazing up the hash
G'd as fuck gangstafied
High as the sky gangsta for life
Fuck a bitch hit a switch

Gangstas drop that gangsta shit
I'm a G, DPG, DPGC, O.G. DP
Ride on niggas blast on niggas
Dip and put the smash in niggas

It's a war It's a war
(There's a war going on)
When the was pop off where the fuck you gon be
In the front or the back city under attack

Every nigga from the nine nine front line
Marchin' with a tech nine nigga, where my thugz at
If you scared go to church motherfucker
Matter fact while you at it say a prayer for me

I'm prepared to heat, heat a nigga in the streets
With a goddamn beat my heat lose to me
Khakis suits and fatigues
Nigga dressed to kill

Nigga, yes, I will put a slug in you
Nigga what you wanna do
Cause I'm ready to shoot
And my high tech boots got me feeling bulletproof

I'm a superman nigga GI Joe
Like the wind blowing through a niggas area
More dead enemies I count up the merrier
And you ain't heard no collaboration scarier

I'm a walkin' nightmare and I'm born to die
It's a war goin' on what's happening
If you disrespecting my family
I'll be hell to tell the captain

Fuck all you playa haters and you po-pos
Fuck all you politicians this war
Dedication to the criminal nation
Let the real thugs even the score

So what nigga, pull your gun
That's exactly how we play
Screaming bloody murda mo all day
The buckshots spray daily all day

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The Door Swings Both Ways - Lyrics - Hermans Hermits

Title: The Door Swings Both Ways
Artist: Hermans Hermits
Composer(s): Don Thomas, Estelle Levitt

Lyric:
Everyones life is bittersweet
It's a door that opens wide
And no man can call himself complete
Till he's seen it from both sides

This door swings both ways
It's marked 'In' and 'Out'
Some days you'll want to cry
And some days you will shout

This door swings both ways
It goes back and forth
In comes a southern breeze
Or a cold wind from the north

This door swings both ways
Lets in joy and pain
In comes the morning sun
And then the evening rain

This door swings both ways
Lets in dark and light
Every day you make the choice
To let in wrong or right

When shadows fall
You must prepare yourself for sunshine
For everything there is an end
And so my friend you must be brave

This door swings both ways
Which one will it be
Will we live in happiness
Or dwell in misery

This door swings both ways
Lets in earth and sky
Make the most of livin'
If you're not prepared to die

Make the most of livin'
If you're not prepared to die

This door swings both ways
This door swings both ways
This door swings both ways

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