Quick Fade - Lyrics - Comfort In Sound - Feeder

Title: Quick Fade
Album: Comfort In Sound
Artist: Feeder
Composer(s): Grant Nicholas

Lyric:
Time, time on your mind
A conscience ticking
Images passin' by like picture slides arranged

Love will survive
It twists and turns you
A circuit inside your head reminds you that it's fine

I miss you more than words can say
A part of me has torn away
A China heart will always break
(He's gone)
A fracture to a twisted face
(Gone, quick fade)
But things are gonna heal again
Eyes once blind will see again
I miss you more than words can say
(He's gone)
I miss you more than words quick fade
(Gone, quick fade)

Try, learnin' to fly
Reach the new sky
Find a new place to be and watch life pass you by
Try to get high
Jumped so you could feel it
You're livin' inside a dream as waterfalls surround

I miss you more than words can say
A part of me has torn away
A China heart will always break
(He's gone)
A fracture to a twisted face
(Gone, quick fade)
But things are gonna heal again
Eyes once blind will see again
I miss you more than words can say
(He's gone)
I miss you more than words quick fade
(Gone, quick fade)

Fade
Fade
Fade

Glide, glide over tides
And waves that pull you
Oceans divide us once
And bring you home again
Love will survive
It twists and turns you

He's gone, gone, quick fade
It's gone, gone, quick fade

I miss you more than words can say
A part of me is torn away
A China heart will always break
(He's gone)
A fracture to a twisted face
(Gone, quick fade)
But things are gonna heal again
Eyes once blind will see again
I miss you more than words can say
(He's gone)
I miss you more than words quick fade
(Gone, quick fade)

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Slow Down - Lyrics - The Big Doe Rehab - Ghostface Killah

Title: Slow Down
Album: The Big Doe Rehab
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Dennis Coles, Chrisette Payne, Reginald Perry

Lyric:
This life will fade away, so I'd appreciate
Each moment of each day
Life's quick, don't flip, move slow you're rushing it

Looking lavish, I lace all my bunnies with carats
Spending millions then making music, I pay for the clearance
'Cuz tomorrow ain't promised and my bank roll is burstin'
Connects with Aston Martin

I be the first in that prototype truck with the space navigation
Cost of living go up, I just go on vacation
Fresh oxygen tanks, got world renowned surgeons
Plush robes made from suede and knitted by virgins

First breath of the day could be my last
So I flash, give my niggas some cash, I just pull out the stash
Buy a million dollar piece like I buy a pack of C's
You buy oz's of haze, I buy a forest full of trees

This life will fade away, so I'd appreciate
Each moment of each day
Life's quick, don't flip, move slow you're rushing it

Order that bottle of that Louis the 13th, plus some Don P
I got a bunch of chicks that love to get raunchy, see
Tone double dippin', I nut like Flanders
Ask Tavia and Chavon, I got them both goin' bananas

Buying frosted bracelets, Louis Vuitton duffles
French vanilla ice cream and hot apple pie truffles
Fly Mica to Costa Rica, I got a crib on the beach
With underwater lights and surround sound speakers

Pet cheetahs, tiger sharks and dolphin feeders
Fly French maids, serving Grey Goose by the liters
Got Felicia and Tequisha, Krystal with Katie
Little Precious picking my poppy seeds out in Haiti

This life will fade away, so I'd appreciate
(Slow down, I need money though)
(Know what I?m saying? This is what I do, on the streets)
Each moment of each day
(Ya know what I mean? Babies need Pampers, man)
Life's quick, don't flip, move slow you're rushing it
(You know what I'm saying? I don?t know)
Slow down, slow down
(I think about it)
Slow down, slow down

Slow down, slow down
(I think about it, ya know what I mean?)
Slow down, slow down
(Responsibilities, I've gotta focus more)

Slow down, slow down
(You might be right though, you know)
Slow down, slow down
(Maybe things'll start coming to me naturally, feel me?)

Slow down, slow down
(Starting praying more)
Slow down, slow down
(Ya know what I mean? Be with the family more)

Slow down
(And I might live longer, you feel me?)
(Word, it feel like you right, though)
Slow
(I don?t know)
Life's quick, don't flip, move slow you?re rushing it
(I'ma take your advice though)

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40 - Circumstances - Lyrics - Tha Hall of Game - E

Title: 40 - Circumstances
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Thomas Hudson, Marceles Mccarver, Kokane Earl Stevens, Jerold Ellis, Gregory Hutchinson, The Luniz Garrick Husband

Lyric:
Uhh, dry as the fuck and I'm one left with yo-yo
Seven houses down, black street, dark folk don't matter tho'
I don't know who to trust, what to look fo'
How many niggaz wanna kill me?

I'm havin' a, hard time tryin' to determine
If that's the homey or the enemy
Ol' shady-ass, no build for that
Just lookin' like he plottin' on somethin'-ass nigga

But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do somethin'
And I'll get to be dumpin' on yo' ass nigga
One of the main rules of the game without a doubt
Nigga don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it
Nigga that's a good way to get your brains blow out

Motherfucker like me get to flashin' then I lose it
Leave that ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it
Nigga, you betta be real about this shit
If you in it you in it don't be no punk
Nigga this ain't no baseball game
Niggaz don't forfeit no damm funk

Two brothers goin' sack for sack in the back of the 'llac
Takin' a whiffle, strippin' the fuck up out of some willow
Poppin' ecstasy like Skittles
It'll get you in the long run, sniffin' them long ones

Way girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it
What goes around comes around tryin' to steal this Brady hostess
Keep your focus and never the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin' to get jackers to come and smoke us

Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No mercy on haters or no bitches
Got in my clitches waitin' for a nigga to take some chances
So we can deal with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances

Takin' all these chances
You might never ever, ever get them circumstances
Takin' all these chances
You might never ever, ever get them circumstances

I said the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went crazy
Till I copped a sack and put it down like that
And rolled out like it didn't even fade me

I said the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went crazy
Till I copped a sack and put it down like that
And rolled out like it didn't even fade me

Nigga, slang suga delight enough to get my hustle right
It's double like a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights
Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the brokest
Motherfucker, now I'm the closest nigga to ballin' ferocious

Motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a hard
Pimpin' ain't easy and motherfucker, only if you breezy
Easy does it, I does it do it off the fluid
Come with the newest shit I come through with

Bitch, don't you hear the music?
(Don't you hear the music? Too sexy for my shirt)
Too sexy for my shirt so bad hurt niggaz on the turf
Aanna put my ass up in the dirt

'Cause I skirt a Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of X-O
Or maybe 'cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of ethel
You can't love it, don't leave the ghetto
Me and I'm heated like two jugs of methyl

Damn, cydal shit when vital shit starts to happen
Eager to be the nigga just for cappin'
Strappin' up ain't no thang, it's survival
It's makin' sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals

It's higher learning, but it's True Lies
When it comes to the Superfly
Speedy Gonzalez destroys from the Eastside
Is it ridicule or stardom? Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon

I'm makin niggaz fall like cops on Rage in Harlem
I'm on some moonshine shit
Bit the cork off the Cristal
I'm drunk so let me chill for a while

Takin' all these chances
You might never ever, ever get them circumstances
Takin' all these chances
You might never ever, ever get them circumstances

I said the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went crazy
Till I copped a sack and put it down like that
And rolled out like it didn't even fade me

I said the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went crazy
Till I copped a sack and put it down like that
And rolled out like it didn't even fade me

Aww, yeah, yeah, now niggaz know
Well, ain't no sense in me fuckin' around
My stompin' ground be the H I double L S I D E
Bound to touch you with them tecs and make them marks

Bounce like checks
Slide a faulty bitch up under these niggaz
And killin 'em off with sex

Ain't no tellin' what angle I'm comin' with these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, nina ruff fluffin' tap dancers
On your hood for breedin' snitch' bitch-made niggaz
Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed niggaz

I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters
Take a long time business to get paid to get rid of you cheater
Chatter police-ass niggaz takin' chances
Man you can't fuck with these circumstances

And all you O.G. motherfuckers better stop tryin' to mark them yungsta
'Cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, like some garbage dusters
Tryin to throw yo' weight around like you gon', uhh, take over a spot
Nigga don't you know these youngsters nowadays
Be off that water and hot?

Takin' all these chances
You might never ever, ever get them circumstances
Takin' all these chances
You might never ever, ever get them circumstances

I said the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went crazy
Till I copped a sack and put it down like that
And rolled out like it didn't even fade me

I said the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went crazy
Till I copped a sack and put it down like that
And rolled out like it didn't even fade me

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Big Gun - Lyrics - Ice T

Title: Big Gun
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Richard Ascencio, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
It's goin' down, yo the girl got a gun, best run
Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip
And make a man understand where she's comin' from
The hardcore's connected to the base of her fate

She just breaks and bring drama to the situation
Ejaculation of my projectile, she's buck wild
Better recognize when she comes she comes correct
Collects respect and if not, you catch a broken neck

Buddy look down and your shirts all bloody, looks like
She caught you with a bad one for messin' with da mad one
Told you 'bout this girl before, you didn't listen to me, as I talk now
You're stalked by the hunter of the fronter who's size five and sexy

Quick, they catch your body and another one next week
Huh, it doesn't matter 'cuz the girl stays strapped
She says she had enough of men and now she's lookin' for payback
And there's no way you can fade her, son
She walks softly but she carries a big gun

She walks softly but she carries a big gun
She walks softly but she carries a big gun
She walks softly but she carries a big gun
And there's no way that you can fade her, son

She walks softly but she carries a big gun
She walks softly but she carries a big gun
She walks softly but she carries a big gun
She walks softly but she carries a big gun

The most venomous feminist homie, she ain't soft
You give her trouble then she might cut your head off
Or something that you like to think's the best
She'll blow big holes in your chest

She says she gotta 'cuz she says a lotta ladies won't
She says she gotta 'cuz she says a lotta ladies don't
She says she gotta 'cuz she says a lotta ladies can't
She says she gotta 'cuz she knows a lotta ladies

Romance the thoughts of giving men their own medicine
Electrocute 'em, light 'em up like Con Edison
She got no fear five rings in their ear, holes in their nose
Way-out clothes, living life to the fullest buck shot and bullets

Triggers she'll pull it, Earth she wanna rule it, maybe she will
'Cuz she's quick to kill, the city lights make her dresses tight
Yes she bites, you never know where she'll come from
She walks softly but she carries a big gun

She walks softly but she carries a big gun
She walks softly but she carries a big gun
She walks softly but she carries a big gun
And there's no way that you can fade her, son

She walks softly but she carries a big gun
She walks softly but she carries a big gun
She walks softly but she carries a big gun
She walks softly but she carries a big gun

You got no time to trip or argue, you're through, I'll bet she gets ya
Homeboy you'll catch a stretcher like so many before, she's on a
Body count tour but not rock she's puttin' sucker punks in cops
You say she's nothin' but a woman then you come up shot

You say, "Why you wanna kill me?" and she says "Why not?"
Pop, she got a body that'll make you cry
Pop, she got a shawty that'll make you die
Don't bring drama to her homie 'cuz you'll wind up flat

She'll put your ass horizontal then she'll peel your cap
She got no lovin', love is something that she never had
She loved her mother but she hate her motherfucking dad
So stay the hell out her way 'cuz the girl don't play none

She walks softly but she carries a big gun
She walks softly but she carries a big gun
She walks softly but she carries a big gun
So don't even try to play her, son.

She walks softly but she carries a big gun
She walks softly but she carries a big gun
She walks softly but she carries a big gun
So don't even try to front, son

She walks softly but she carries a big gun

She walks softly but she carries a big gun

She walks softly but she carries a big gun
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Bitches Ain'T Shit - Lyrics - The Chronic - Dr. Dre

Title: Bitches Ain'T Shit
Album: The Chronic
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Tenaia Sanders, Jonathan H Smith, Dajuan L Walker, Colin Wolfe, Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown, Cordozar Broadus, Nathaniel D Hale, Tracy Curry, Andre R Young

Lyric:
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my [Incomprehensible] to make a quick run

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my [Incomprehensible] to make a quick run

I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets

Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at

But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing 'cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit

Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to Daz

Now, as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
But we don't love them hoes, bitch and it's like that

This is what you look for in a hoe who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin', with your homies and shit
And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this, beyach

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my [Incomprehensible] to make a quick run

To the store, to get me a 4 0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged that must mean more hoes
So I head down the street to long beach
Just so I could meet, a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet

And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But I'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes

How could you trust a hoe?
'Cuz a hoe's a trick
I don't love them tricks
'Cuz a trick's a bitch
And my dick's constantly in her mouth
Turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out now

I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a muthafucka lickin' the protung

The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time

I'm back to the muthafuckin' county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre

Scooped in a coupe, Snoop, we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some muthafuckin' chin checkin'

Move up the block as we groove down the block
See, my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe, yo

(Bitches ain't shit)
I uncocked my shit, I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, fuck a bitch

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my [Incomprehensible] to make a quick run

Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my [Incomprehensible] to make a quick run

(Bitches ain't shit)
I don't give a fuck about a bitch
(Bitches ain't shit)
But I and her know that they can't fade this

'Cuz I'm doin' my own thing
(Bitches ain't shit)
Down with the swang
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing

I say you know can't deal
(Bitches ain't shit)
'Cuz I'm a bitch that's real
Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill

Because I don't give a fuck
(Bitches ain't shit)
And I don't give a fuck
And I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck

And now I gotta do some
I gotta do some shit that's clean
(Bitches ain't shit)
But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That I'm on the flo' ho

But they can't hang with my type on swang
(Bitches ain't shit)
I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
With the tip of the tongue
And then their sprung
With the nuts hung
(Bitches ain't shit)

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U Don'T Have 2 Worry - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: U Don'T Have 2 Worry
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Quincy Iii Jones, Donna Hunter, Tupac Shakur, Mutah Beale, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Heh, say, you, you scared to ride in my car
'Cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin' at it
It ain't even that deep, baby

You don't have to worry, you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes

Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes
No love shown, get disposed of blasted full blown
My unknown tendencies to mash my car
Getting' wicked with my ski mask, find the stash an' dump

Why niggaz run? I'm the last one standin', the rest die
Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, West Side
Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew

Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters
Niggaz tried to kill me an' I fed they wife an' they daughters

Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
Pass the fame an' let the game go rollin' past
Why you change? It's a cold world taught me life
Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right

Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick
Bullshit nigga 'cause I'm still fuckin' yo' bitch
Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga, fuck the fame

Don't remember 'Hit 'Em Up', don't make us do it once more
Yo' niggaz know you ain't fuckin' with them Outlawz
We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn
Your the type to get sniped when the cops is lookin'

Don't nobody give a fuck 'cause you done, crossed the game
Lost in fame an' you should take all the blame
You made yo' bed nigga lay in it
Scared to come up out that cell, nigga, stay in it

It's not a game only got one click, we Outlawz from the do'
Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin' the flo'
We dirty as the motherfuckin' streetz of Jerz
We sweep niggaz with the words though the heat's preferred, holla

You don't have to worry, you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, we Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know

'Pac, I wish I was in the motherfuckin' car wit'cha
I'd have took every bullet that they threw, Hand of God, nigga
I only got one click, Outlawz 'til I'm gone
Heavy in the game an' we comin' for they fuckin' throne

The love is gone well, it is what it is
An' plottin' on us, they best be prayin' for they kids, mayne
You don't have to worry 'cause I ride for ya
Like K said, over loyal, even tell 'bout a lie for ya

You put me in the game an' dog, I owe it all to ya
An' when it get to poppin', I'ma fuckin' ball for ya
An' everythin' I do, gon' have your names on it
I'll never let them forget, I put my seeds on it

You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth
In the middle of the desert, nigga, lace your boots
As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest
You studio niggaz still remind your vest

Why the fuck you ain't done yet? Swallow yo' teeth
In the field you woulda been, need a straw when you eat
Fuck a glock nine, that shit is weak on the streets
An' if you can't strategize then you just can't eat

If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded
An' if it's beef an' your man disappear, then don't sweat it
Another fake nigga usin' my strengths to get credit
I mean, to my face sound scared but your heartbeat said it

You don't have to worry, you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know

I was born ugly, unlucky an' dusty
But now I'm a rider, connivin', gutsy
An' I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me
An' that's how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me

I play for keeps like the OGs raised me
If I sleep, I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby?
An' I think I'm goin' crazy 'cause my hair is gettin' thiner
I've been drinkin' on the daily, I can hardly remember

I got bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me
I love the Lord but the church can't cure me
I sleep light, I wake peekin' out my window
With guns under my mats an' guns under the pillow

An' that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me
But don't twist it 'cause none of y'all niggaz worry me
What the fuck, you didn't know?
Kizza-Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow

You nervous, nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt
Y'all niggaz can't fade me with the clippers
We put it down, look around, 'til we find you, we hound
Penitentiary bound, to remind you

Kadafi, I bring the lingo to the click
Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin' through your chimney like Kris Kringle
On some shit, get me free to let my ice click
Ka pling, ka plow, I been a thug shootin' slugs since a child

You don't have to worry, you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know

Let the punks know
Let the punks know
Let the punks know

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Focus (Lakers Victory Remix) - Lyrics - Xzibit

Title: Focus (Lakers Victory Remix)
Artist: Xzibit
Composer(s): C' Taylor, A Joiner

Lyric:
Yo, turn it up a little, so you
(Focus)

Homeboy, I ain't never gon' let 'em take me under
I maintain with a mind frame to bring the rain and the thunder
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus on the days and times that approach us
(Focus, focus)

Bad seeds is planted to grow large and toke us
Whatever is left will be eaten alive by the locusts
Hear me not, believe me later
You can feel the animosity through this Irwin Vega
A full clip to make this bullshit stop
I'm in the struggle to bring the underground to the top

Head lock, Las Angeles, home of the scandalous
And beautiful bitches, smell the aroma
Nothin' but doja, the Likwit soldier
Quick to fold you in half, sit back and laugh at you
Xzibit standing firm ground like a stone statue
You ever have a .45 slug blown at you?
We unstoppable, so everything is possible

Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop
That's the only to survive and stay on top
(Focus)
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus on the days and times that approach us
(Focus)

Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop
That's the only to survive and stay on top
(Focus)
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus on the days and times that approach us
(Focus)

Be on the lookout 'cuz this year some niggas gettin' took out
Takin' off of the scene, man versus machine
I live between a rock and a hard place
About face stand straight, this is General X
Dedicated to the critics that hope and pray
That some day I'll go soft
And try to swing with a gimmick and fall off
Runnin' with dogs you can't call off

Isolate to eliminate, that's the mind state
Never violate, I make your whole chest dialate
Defeat my appetite to annhilate
I carry the weight from state to state
Spread the product
Tired of friends and relatives gettin' shot up

It's time for some action like Redman and B-Real
'Cuz I can be a dead man if I stand still
Too close for comfort, I'm under the gun
Like a felon going back, I'm ready to crack
Making niggas role the credits and fade to black
Fade to black, fade to black, fade to black

Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop
That's the only to survive and stay on top
(Focus)
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus on the days and times that approach us
(Focus)

Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop
That's the only to survive and stay on top
(Focus)
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus on the days and times that approach us
(Focus)

Yeah, everyday of my life
Got clear thinking, and everything stay tight
Drop bomb shit, only bomb shit
Here come Xzibit to break it down like this

Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop
That's the only to survive and stay on top
(Focus)
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus on the days and times that approach us
(Focus)

Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop
That's the only to survive and stay on top
(Focus)
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus on the days and times that approach us
(Focus)

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Down '71 (The Getaway) - Lyrics - E. 1999 Eternal - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Down '71 (The Getaway)
Album: E. 1999 Eternal
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Tony-C Bone D J U-Nee

Lyric:
Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court
Man fuck dat man they got my nigga man that shit ain't cool man
"Okay order in the court" The people versus Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Case number C601999 will the defendant please stand
Is there anything you wish to say on this matter
Before sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man
You know the muthafucka did it
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair

We had to get 'em up wid two thugs
Runnin' side by side wid number one
Murda mo drop my guage on 'em
When the po-po chase

If they catch me barehanded, I'm done
Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it
Copper lettin' the lead off
Copper thought that he had me caught

Little Layzie blew his head off get him up, and get up
The bullets they start to get lit up
Number one best start duckin' wid ah gun already buckin'
Bust me lead on the double glock 'n

Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n
This perfect getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing while they trailing
Better in hell than in the cell and it ain't no telling

Where the coppers be dwelling
One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me
But, I practice what I preach and see that these slugs
Up in his body got him, run, wid smoke coming

From the barrel ah, me gun
Hit the bend, oh what the dum, dum I got yum
Yummed on the dead end they set in, then they lead in
They wanting me off in the coffin

Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconcious
From the stompin' taking ah loss and waking up in the coffin
And without no stallin' cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning
Looking in the eyes of a judge, he knew right where to put that thug

Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow, watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence

Hoping I die fast, but chill, never do, sleepa
Gotta get put that on all me reefer
Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or
The reaper will meet ya

Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script
Betta check what the wind just blew in
Betta think again, it's a preacher wid ah grin
On ah mission for revenge, wid that Mack-10

Little nigga Rip, had to empty the clip
Gotta pump them slugs up in them cops
Steady made 'em drop glock went pop pop
Goin' out like a thug on the double glock

Back from hell and ready to bail
Time to hit they trail 'cause they wanted my nigga fried
Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade, I'ma go inside the squad
Gettin' ready for the rumble

When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me guage in laughter
Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'
When I see them bustas scatter
Betta watch out for them buckshots

'Cause them can't fade me guage
Gotta bust them souls in the grave
So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved
I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster
Blast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10

Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass
Gotta rip in them chests through vests
Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition
No missing listen destruction, I'm bustin'

'Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway
Niggas got to escape and it's never to late
When you dash and tryna' break
Nigga just can't test the Bone fate

We steadily runnin' duckin'
Comin' up to the front door barri-caded
And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode
And we made it, creepin' in the courtyard

So Krayzie feelin' safety coming
Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick
From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming

Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie
Done got theyselves into another jam
Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this one

Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
And began wid a rage and the guage can't let go
They done labelled my nigga psychotic
Bitches is got him sittin' on deathrow

Scoping out the tower peeping the scene
So when my niggas trail
Screaming out one eighty seven and bail
Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now

How my nigga number one disguised as the preacher
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the
Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on
Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech

Gotta let 'em know which way was on
We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up
Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up
We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'

All we was thinking is don't get caught
Nigga like me get the gun running
Gunning fronting wid thugs gotta get to the smug
Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud

And all across my face was the red that lay in blood
Dodging the who, make the gun flip wid ah swoo
Bailing back on wid my troops
I'm runnin' wid 4 crazy niggas

That's down wid they niggas they ain't scared to shoot
Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone, we load glocks
And squeeze say fuck all these road blocks

Busted ah you, then put that bitch in reverse
And I get the swish and I push the button
That boy came out the trunk and
Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking

Back in the other direction, Po-po came quick then heat up
Niggas blast at each other, open up they doors
And they get they feet up
I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood

'Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods
So the niggas they follow behind me
We getaway smooth, ah nigga made good
Came up quick to the hideout

Wait until midnight till we ride out, hit ah car so we can drive out
While we waited we all got fried out, fool
If youse a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo
Took one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go

St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire
St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire

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Keep The Beat - Lyrics - Don't Sweat The Technique - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Keep The Beat
Album: Don't Sweat The Technique
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin

Lyric:
She asked could I keep the beat
So here?s the beat, everytime it pounds you get weak
Comfy, imbedded like a pillow, bouncin' wit an echo
My voice is moist and plus mellow

I got it going on, you?re gonna wanna come
Skins is the drum, said I?m the drummer
Give the drummer some and we?ll see if you can hang wit ra
Hmm, let?s see if you can shangrila

Easy like Tina Marie I play it slick
Like Rick James, I?m the fire in your desire?s flames
I heat up your temperature keep the tempo raw
When you start to smoke, rest assured

I start to think ?cause you?re a singer like Anita
High pitched like a tweeter, deep beats start to beat her
Much harder than love taps, my rap?s above that
I get girls where I want wit a maze full of love traps

But I don?t want to fall in love
I stand in love, good balanced wit a plan to shove
Accapella as we start to speak
Heart to heart and cheek to cheek then I complete the beat

Tempo?s movin' and I?m hopin' it?ll never fade away
The beat is groovin', words are soothin'
And please tell me that you?re here to stay
In the mornin' and I?m hopin' the mornin' come again
Hold me close and give me another dose
And keep the beat don?t ever let it end

She said, ah, so far, you didn?t miss a beat yet
Pop in another cassette, then I?m in to wreck
I?ll give you a beat you never had before
I had to explore and came up wit more

Deep trunk kicks wit a brick for a drum stick
You know the song, don?t hum along, come quick
You lay like sade, it feels like paradise
At the top of the pyramid, we review new heights

The scenery of Egypt, you and me as we get
So deep in the groove, when you move, you get seasick
You seen enough, close your eyes and relax
Move wit the tracks and stay tuned for the sax

The instrumental, enters your mental
Tense but gentle and sentimental
Accapella as we start to speak
Heart to heart and cheek to cheek then I complete the beat

Tempo?s movin' and I?m hopin' it?ll never fade away
The beat is groovin', words are soothin'
And please tell me that you?re here to stay
In the mornin' and I?m hopin' the mornin' come again
Hold me close and give me another dose
And keep the beat don?t ever let it end

She wanted the extended version
So I kept splurging and add more words in
Strong, the emotion, notions move
And the poetry?s smoking, potions soothing

There goes the moon, I?m far from done
Rise like the sun, here comes the sun
And I won?t stop ?til it sets and then
Rewind the cassettes and I?ma play it again

But this time it?s instrumental at a faster tempo
All I wanna hear is yea rakim, go
I work overtime on your body and mind
?Cause I?m incline to do both combined

My job is never done but done well
Horizontal or parallel
Accapella as we start to speak
Heart to heart and cheek to cheek then I complete the beat

Tempo?s movin' and I?m hopin' it?ll never fade away
The beat is groovin', words are soothin'
And please tell me that you?re here to stay
In the mornin' and I?m hopin' the mornin' come again
Hold me close and give me another dose
And keep the beat don?t ever let it end

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Burn-Up - Lyrics - Siouxsie And The Banshees

Title: Burn-Up
Artist: Siouxsie And The Banshees
Composer(s): Steve Severin, Sue Ballion, Peter Clarke

Lyric:
A crumpled future in your fist
The killing streak ascends sun kissed
And the fire starter from within
Pokes out from fever blistered grin

King Salamander that's his name
A desert maker that's his aim
The benign cremator, branding iron in his hand
Eager and willing to torch the land

All fire and brimstone, this Jack-O-Lantern
He likes to watch the buildings burn

His ardor smoulders, phosphorous flies
He radiates with urgency, hypnotize
Stoke the furnace, feed his need, this thirst for fire is all he seeks
He's the blazing rubber making tracks, the blue touch paper at your back

All fire and brimstone, this Salamander King
He basks while all around him burns

Giddy up, burn-up, not fade away
These words ignite and pave his way
Giddy up, burn-up, stoke it up and turn it up
Sings these words in fervid frame

All fire and brimstone, this Jack-O-Lantern
He likes to watch the pyres burn

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack jump over the candlestick
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack jump over the candlestick

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Make It Ruff, Make It Smooth - Lyrics - Lethal Injection - Ice Cube

Title: Make It Ruff, Make It Smooth
Album: Lethal Injection
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Quincy (Iii) Jones, Darrell Johnson, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Hey yo Cube
Make it ruff
Cube, check it out
whassup?
Yo this bitch was suckin' my dick
Then I told her?

What?
Make the music with ya mouth bitch
Baby, baby
Ya like that
Make it ruff
Naw, make it smooth

I make niggas say woof 'cause I'm in the coupe with no roof
Ya smell like somethin' 90-proof
'Cause, I'm ruff, and nigga you can buck these nuts
If you comin' with that smooth shit, hardcore rules shit
I make the hoes say hay each and every day
Bitch 'cause I'm the K-Dee, no I'm not a G

Mothafuckin' wannabe mack
But I'm smooth like that
I gots ta buck, you, right on up, punk you lucky that cha livin'
'Cause, I'm the unforgiven, I like power, ain't a damn thing funny
I like pussy and money
And I won't slam like Onyx or never ever stutter

But I'm b-b-butter
Leader of the new school, you hardcore fool
Nigga make it ruff, make it smooth
And I'm here
Make it ruff, naw, make it smooth

You can lick me up and down till I yell stop, damn
Bitch ya missed a drop 'cause I don't play when I sway
It's the quicker picker upper
A pro that moves slow before this hoe
I'm quick to dump her, so eeny-meeny-miney-mo, where's my dough?
I gots ta make a livin', I out ta get mo

Money, and got more nuts for ya honey
So come and break me off, this nigga's walkin' soft
It's the smoothness that make niggas move to this
For you ruffnecks, I'll check you with my tool and shit
Don't sweat 'em, just let 'em play that hardcore role
We still cool but just make it smooth

You know what, it's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under?, I'm chocolate thunder
Ruff as sin, cuts on ya skin
And I blend with the tracks, see I'm black
K-Dee is the mack, matter fact
Niggas hit me up with the C's and B's

But you don't wanna fuck wit these
'Cause, I'll put 'em on ya
And we'll have to wake ya mothafuckin' ass up with ammonia
'Cause hardcore rap is always on the map and it don't stop
Devoid of pop and if I drop another smooth hit
It'll still be hard 'cause I helped start this shit

So make it ruff, naw make it smooth
Make it ruff, make it smooth
Make it ruff, make it smooth
Make it ruff
Naw make it smooth
Make it, make it ruff
Naw make it smooth

I hate when niggas get too fuckin' sexy on the track
I'm pro black, well I'm a pro mack
I like hittin' switches
I love hittin' bitches 'cause I'm a player, hard rhyme sayer
I thought you knew, but ain't no thang, you knew the way I swang
Creepin', ain't no sleepin', ain't a damn thing changed

I hit hoe after hoe with this laid back shit
Fool, I kill at will and still can fade that shit
'Cause, it's the predator
I had it, yes a nigga watch yo step
You in a gang like star, tryina get a rep
It ain't no sweat for me to buck, buck nigga don't give a fuck

You better duck, duck or get your ass stuck, stuck
Don't let the smooth shit fool ya, 'cause I can get it on
'Cause, I be breakin' bones like dragonfly Jones
Quick to put 'em on ya
Don't make me act a fool, nigga, make it ruff
Make it smooth and I'm in here

Make it ruff
Make it ruff, make it smooth
Make, make it, make it ruff
Make it ruff, make it smooth
Make it ruff
Ice Cube's up in this motherfucker
K-Dee's up in this motherfucker

Make it ruff, naw, make it smooth
Make it ruff, naw, make it smooth
Make, make it ruff, ruff
Make, make it ruff, naw make it smooth
Make it ruff, ruff, naw, make it smooth
Naw, naw, make it smooth
Naw, make it smooth

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Wrong Nigga To Fuck Wit - Lyrics - Ice Cube

Title: Wrong Nigga To Fuck Wit
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): William Earl Collins, George Jr Clinton, Anthony D Wheaton, George Bernard Worrell, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Goddamn, it's a brand new payback
From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black
How many motherfuckers gotta pay?
Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK

Caps gotta get pealed
'Cause 'The Nigga Ya Love To Hate' still can 'Kill at Will'
It ain't no pop 'cause that sucks
And you can New Jack swing on my nuts

Down wit the niggaz that I bail out
I'm platinum bitch and I didn't have to sell out
Fuck you Ice Cube, that's what the people say
Fuck Amerikkka, still wit the triple K

'Cause you know when my nine goes pop
It'll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories up
Now, let's see who'll drop
Punk motherfuckers tryin' to ban Hip-Hop

Fuck R&B and the runnin' man
I'm the one that stand with the gun in hand
Make sure before you buck with Duck Quick
Punk, 'cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit

I'ma let y'all know one thing man

Hell yeah, it's on, you better tell 'em
Ice Cube and I'm rolling with the motherfuckin' L.M.
It's the number one crew in the area
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya

Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
Punks roll when I put in work
'Cause Lench Mob niggaz are the craziest
And y'all motherfuckers can't fade my shit

South Central, that's where the Lench Mob dwell
Hittin' fools up with the big ass L
One time can't hold me back
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs

Stop givin' juice to the Raiders
'Cause Al Davis, never paid us
I hope he wear a vest
It's all about the L E N C H, y'all know the rest

Motherfuckin' crew, motherfuckin' mob
Do a motherfuckin' job in a motherfuckin' squad
In '91, Ice Cube grew stronger and bigger
And I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit

One and two, ah three e and ah four and
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
Drop a old school beat

Like I said, it's a brand new payback
Now in '91, let's see who beats the jack
Sir Jinx grew a little bit taller
Keep the wack beats out, true, motherfuckin' baller

And hoes can't roll on even bitches looking like En Vogue gotta 'Hold On'
Don't let me catch Daryl Gates in traffic
I gotta have it to peel his cap backwards
I hope he wear a vest too, and his best blue, goin' up against the Zulu

Break his spine like a jellyfish
Kick his ass 'til I'm smellin' shit
Off wit the head, off wit the head I say
And watch the Devil start kickin'

Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger lickin'
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula, now we got, Kentucky Fried Cracker
Mess with the Cube, you get punked quick
Pig, 'cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit

Last person in the world you wanna fuck with
Last person in the world you wanna fuck with
Last person in the world you wanna fuck with

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Trackside Hoax - Lyrics - The Action Is Go - Fu Manchu

Title: Trackside Hoax
Album: The Action Is Go
Artist: Fu Manchu
Composer(s): Scott Hill, Brad Davis, Brant Bjork, Bob Balch

Lyric:
Behind the wheel, some told
Their turn realizing what's in store
Hardly known, under the lift
Seems like forever, since I seen one like this

Seldom wrong, narrow ride
Turning towards, ain't ever seen inside
One on the floor, one out the door
Ain't nothing left, just like we heard before

Take the turn, go the ride
Unlike before, this happens every time
Locate the sound from the star
Get to work, gonna take this thing apart

The transmission begins
Crowd silent grins
The transmission begins
Crowd silent grins

Lights fade, lost sound
Easy ride, drive into the ground
One thousand plays behind the wheel
Turning slow, gonna make the final deal

Roll the dice, lost the round
Through my head, they'll never understand
As they leave, engine dies
Time's still as they come in from the sky

The transmission begins
Crowd silent grins
The transmission begins
Crowd silent grins

Quick turn away, I see them again
No explainin' the sound, must be the end
Looks like hell on earth, ain't no figurine
A clumsy ride is all, went by unseen
Quick turn away, I see them again
No explainin' the sound, must be the end

Behind the wheel, some told
Their turn realizing what's in store
Hardly known under the lift
Seems like forever, since I heard one like this

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The Balance - Lyrics - Aceyalone

Title: The Balance
Artist: Aceyalone
Composer(s): Edwin M Jr Hayes

Lyric:
Mr. Mix Mr. DJ play that beat
Won't you play if for me? In the mix mister hop
Forward hop back, hop, hop, hop

The second somebody dies somebody else is born
People are celebrating while other people mourn
Home may be home to you but to me it's foreign
Even the matador don't pull the bull by the horns
One man's enemy is another man's friend
One man's poisons is another man's medicine
So let us stand, let us sit and let us view
The changing of the guard, oh, it's so hard to keep it true

It's the balance of the scales, it can't be challenged or expelled
Soon as somebody lost somebody else prevails
Some someone is quiet at the same time someone yells
Half full or half empty, water in the well
It's the half and half hypothesis the 50, 50 theory
Eerie as it may seem, check your balance beam
It's the half and half hypothesis the 50, 50 theory
Eerie as it may seem, check your balance beam

Now check your Balance Beamer with a feather and a rock
whether or not you find the answer is really not the plot
See it's like love and hate
(Love and hate)
The same emotion different weight
People love to hate so I know you know just how this all relates
It's the posa and the negative, mini and mega live
Arm a leg a leg an arm headed by a nigga

Like big and small, short and tall
Night and day and so on, some people are bashful
Some people just love to get their flow on
(They flow on)
So here goes one to grow on
I'ma go on and on and on till the principles are laid out
The scales of justice weighed out
Till your memory starts to fade out and your game of life is played out
Got to balance out the power don't we?

Balance your emotions
Push and pull positions like the moon pulls on the ocean
Balance on one foot that's equilibrium
Opposites attract and retract that's a fact, I'm a Libra y'all
180 degrees but not that hot
So whether or not you find the answer is really not the plot
(Really not the plot)
Because giving is receiving and seeing is believing
(And, and)
And the solar system rotes so harmonious and even
It's perfectly balanced

Some people say life is about taking chances choices and decisions
Voices and opinions, politics and religion
Clues the past and cash and keys to the future
It's a possibility and probability on who's gonna execute yo ass
Some slow and analytical, some quick fast on the dash
Like heads or tails but the head usually leads the tail
So I tell my tales from the head
'Cuz they're embedded inside my cells

Real quick let me tell you about a fact I know things will even out
You can disbelieve or doubt or even shout or leave it in your mouth
'Cuz how you gone reason wit' grand Mother Nature
Running mother Earth controlled by Father Time who's the chaser
It's living and dying homey, laughing and crying dude
Trying or lying my brother, walking or flying fool
Now half of you are gone find the time to shine
The other half gone find crime, money weed wine

Till it's to late in a disillusion state of mind
I just found my peace of mind, now they want a piece of mine
To late in a disillusion of mind
The orthodox is the unorthodox they just got you on the names
The insane and the sane are the same
It's a damn shame so many people's aim is so lame

And their gain is so minimal, caught up in the subliminal
It's pleasure and pain, water for the flames, the wild and the tame
The style still remains if you use the right side of your brain
Instead of going against the grain
You can penetrate the vein to the point where
What remains is a stain of this universal thang
That we call balance, balance

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Ole School Shit - Lyrics - Eazy E

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Let Them Thangs Go - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Let Them Thangs Go
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): George Clinton, Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Delmar Arnaud, Katari T Cox, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Throw them thangs
Throw them thangs
Throw them thangs
Yo, nigga

The quicker the nigga can go on
The faster the nigga can get his dough on
Then I can hit my flow an' get my ho on
Them niggas don't know what goes on
They tryin' to fuck with all they clothes on
Then act up when all the hoes gone

Are you ready for my flow? Hit me, ho
Are you ready for my flow? Hit me, ho
Are you ready for my flow? Hit me, ho
Stop frontin' motherfucker, let them thangs go

I'm quick to kill a nigga, any nigga feel me, nigga
You can't fade me, I'm way to fuckin' real, nigga
'2Pacalypse Now' still down with the underground
Niggas get clowned when I come around
Boom boom motherfucker an' it don't stop
Fuck a cop, pass the glock an' it won't stop

If ya ready for my flow, hit me, ho
If ya ready for my flow, hit me, ho
If ya ready for my flow, hit me, ho
Stop frontin' motherfucker, let them thangs go

If ya wonderin', the thunder an' the trouble
Is comin' from the rebel as I hit ya from the lower level
Hit me once fuckin' D M an' two times
Poppin' like two nines, hittin' 'em with new rhymes
I can make you love me
Best to chill with the nigga 'cause ya sure can't punch me

If ya feel me let me hear ya say rock that shit
If ya feel me let me hear ya say rock that shit
If ya feel me let me hear ya say rock that shit
'Cause ain't a nigga alive that can stop the hit

Hey, hold on, young 'Pac, motherfuckers ain't ridin'
No hookers out here, punk motherfuckers think the town
Ain't got handle bars on an' shit an' ya lie to get slapped
Behind here with a motherfuckin' motor, punk sissy

Check this out, y'all finna come up off
Those motherfuckin' thangs 'cause I ain't finna be up
Here sweatin' for nothin', ya little punk square nigga

I'm quick to spit the shit get ya open
Straight outta Oakland, fuck the law, get ya jaw broken
Ba-ba-bang bang, nigga, it's a stick up D
Turn the kick up, I'm ready to rip the shit up, G

They got me hype, hype, hyper, am I hype enough?
Pass the blunt, motherfucker, let me light shit up
An' pump ya fist like this
'Cause the cops can't flip on a whole damn clique
So suck dick
What they hittin' fo'? Double up nigga, it's on
The type of nigga that likes to bone with the lights on

If ya ready for a nigga, hit me, ho
If ya ready for a nigga, hit me, ho
If ya ready for a nigga, hit me, ho
Stop frontin' motherfucker, let them thangs go

Yes, some of you niggas are bitches too
Little square motherfuckers, tryin' to get to who?
Pop pop, never made it to ya punk ass clique
Talk shit, now ya gotta get ya punk ass whipped

For the bitches that be tryin' to work a nigga
For the tramps that be tryin' to jerk a nigga
For the rollers that be tryin' to urk a nigga
I'ma hustle an' you punks can't hurt me, nigga

If ya ready for a nigga, hit me, ho
If ya ready for a nigga, hit me, ho
If ya ready for a nigga, hit me, ho
Stop frontin' motherfucker, let them thangs go

Hit me, yeah, let them thangs go
I'm a straight rider
I'm a straight rider
I'm a straight rider
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