Real Enemy - Lyrics - The Business

Title: Real Enemy
Artist: The Business
Composer(s): Kevin Boyce, Mark Stephen Brennan, Michael Fitzsimons, Steve Whale

Lyric:
Reality punk is all together
The real enemy, the real enemy
Fighting each other, it just ain't clever
The real enemy, the real enemy

You've got the wrong enemy picking on a friend
The real enemy, the real enemy
If we don't stand together then this is the end
The real enemy, the real enemy

Today's youth stand together
The real enemy, the real enemy
In your combat or in your leather
The real enemy, the real enemy

There's a cause, a cause to fight
The real enemy, the real enemy
Not each other, we must unite
The real enemy, the real enemy

Fight the real enemy
Fight the real enemy
Fight the real enemy
Fight the real enemy

Banned from the pubs every night
The real enemy, the real enemy
Same old story, will you ever see the light?
The real enemy, the real enemy

Everyone together, now listen to me
The real enemy, the real enemy
Don't fight each other, fight the real enemy
The real enemy, the real enemy

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Ride The Thug Line - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: Ride The Thug Line
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Vito Colapierto, Neely Dinkins, Noah Porter, Terry Gray, Keith Griffin, Anthony Henderson, Andre Taylor

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Lyric:
Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug line

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

Wake up in the mornin', glorious to see
Then I hit the streets knowin' that I got beef
So since I got beef, it make sense to pack the heat
Ain't no debate be discreet publicly

Yeah, I'm a rider call me RKC
Ambassador, diplomat, officially
Ride with my team, the Thug line regime
Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me
Food stamp this game dig us?

Yeah an' tryin' to be sneaky
Askin' everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me
On my pager to beep me an' I sense they negative energy
Feelin' like some gangsta, gangsta shit to me

Don't matter where you go, it's psycho, my flight flown
To the bottoms in Miami, got off the plane like Rhinos
Sweaty in this humidity, high
My thugs, hit the club, scene it's crackin' tonight

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug line

All night long, we ain't goin' to sleep
Beat these motherfuckin' streets with heats an' break beats
Make my way through the door, four rounds bar, man
My niggaz on one, he snuck a 'Oh, we can' in

The latest edition to some tight shit is spinnin'
Hey, DJ, you workin' with that equipment
Proceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin' one
Ladies in abundance, nigga, seven to one

Backless straps, tattoos, holdin' some Hennessey
I got my partne,r Krayzie Bone, there go one for me
I broke from the camp post tellin' baby this an' that
She told me about herself, she want to model an' act

I'm seein' other eyes, but I'm tryin' to lock this
Who could really blame me about those ass an' hips?
She say she got some folks, Young Dre, what the deal?
Let's cut this night short, take them back up the hill

Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug line
Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug line

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

I get's a rush, thinkin' 'bout the fools that we crush
An' my little locs is down to bust an' makin' a fuss
All up in my pockets, they gangsta hatin' on us
First round that we [Incomprehensible] now we addin' a plus

Live just to die, know you know it's a must
Silly niggaz tellin' lies, my fo' five make 'em hush
Listen, just hear the bullets come when they spittin'
Y'all reppin', just steppin', I'm only playin' to win

Got a pocket full of plenty, niggaz splurgin' on drink
Thirty dollars in the tank, a nigga reakin' of dank
Khaki suit full of dirt from a nigga puttin' in work
Can't understand a command niggaz, patrollin' the turf

Gotta get it while the water's hot an' fill up your pot
Hit the block with a rock, with these make 'em shot
I level with a tickety tock, it don't stop
An' I'll be damned if they pull a nigga back on the block

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah

Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug line

You might not recognize my flow 'coz it's me bustin' at first
'Coz I can put styles inside my verses, motherfuckers ain't heard yet
But I won't battle MCs, but we do handle beef with these
Competition to me means an enemy

Ask some of these niggaz past, nothin' but snakes in the grass
Talkin' 'bout we bit, they mad 'coz they career was a fag
You might been have rappin', doin' it
Twistin' but that bullshit you're stressin'
Knowin' exactly when you're fresh, niggaz know when niggaz wreck shit

Platinum? That ain't a thing for me, hit the studio make it happen
Nigga, that's because I'm real with this thug music
We mash an' wild in 2000, nigga, no remorse
What we be givin'? Heat from the kitchen when fuckin' with this shit

Get with the line, Thug line, the line
Creepin' on, ah, come up, you know what?
This time around, it's on when we blow up
Fakers, hate ya, later, y'all all die, nigga, they all die
They die, they die

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Trigga Play - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Trigga Play
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
I?m bout that trigga play nigga I ain?t stuntin' you bout two
You can get busy you know the choices is on you
I come through your areas to burry you
I slow you down take your Rolex with the bezel too

The B.G. a B D off V L
Tips on the creek rang choppers like a church bell
I armed nigga and backed up by click niggaz
That's trigga happy don?t give a fuck bout killin' niggaz

We killin' haters with tommy guns spillin' haters
The ghetto made us slangin' is how we get our paper
Pull off capers an original thug taper
Got riches handed over nigga before I erase ya

You want my troubles I don?t believe you ready for it
But I?ll bring it to you if you insist you ready for it
You want beef I?m dramatized on paper
You makin' me sleep cause I?m bout that trigga play

B.G. bout trigga play
B.G. bout gettin' funky any day
B.G. bout spittin' 50 out A K
On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the

B.G. straight duckin' feds
On the real B.G. bout bustin' heads
On the real B.G. towin' chapters
Look in the sky flyin' by it?s helicopters
(On the real)

Picture I hang words with a nigga off the other side
Can?t underestimate him so I?ma grab my shit and ride
Wayne drive do a pull up and I?ma bust
Wicked plus after that business is a must

My [Unverified] know him he wanna fuck so she can get it
She on the phone with him, nobody home with him
Got it goin' in right I know he keep his chrome with him
I?m squeaky yeah I?ma hit him in his dome nigga

His enemy ain?t with nobody stillin' me
Thats why you never catch me without my ?tilary
I keep a Nina if not I keep a fifth beamer
Once the drama on I ain?t waitin' to cap a p bra

Snake for jake blood for blood I?m with it ain?t no love
Anybody slip and they get slid
I ride or die I play it raw thats the way I?m raised
Spray for spray nigga I?m bout that trigga play

B.G. bout trigga play
B.G. bout gettin' funky any day
B.G. bout spittin' 50 out A K
On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the

B.G. straight duckin' feds
On the real B.G. bout bustin' heads
On the real B.G. towin' chapters
Look in the sky flyin' by it?s helicopters
(On the real)

It's on again I gotta grab my chrome again
Some nigga trippin' I gotta upset a home again
I?m spankin' niggaz after a wait they momma be faintin'
I?m yankin' niggaz in any given situation

No mouthin' off I bring the blues to the weak
Nigga what you wan? do I?ll tear down both sides of the streets
In the U P T on the up and up niggas get killed
In the U P T on the up and up shit really get real

You slangin' coke if anything be ready to accept it
'Cause you?ll have those checks comin' and B.G. will intercept it
I like that I play the game raw nigga
Let's take it far nigga you bout that warfare nigga

On the backstreet it?s me in a black ram truck
Head huntin' woo thee tryin' to jam a nigga up
I?m on a grind for mind to get it how you feel
I?ma stunt nigga it?s all about that trigga play

B.G. bout trigga play
B.G. bout gettin' funky any day
B.G. bout spittin' 50 out A K
On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the

B.G. straight duckin' feds
On the real B.G. bout bustin' heads
On the real B.G. towin' chapters
Look in the sky flyin' by it?s helicopters
(On the real)

B.G. bout trigga play
B.G. bout gettin' funky any day
B.G. bout spittin' 50 out A K
On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the

B.G. straight duckin' feds
On the real B.G. bout bustin' heads
On the real B.G. towin' chapters
Look in the sky flyin' by it?s helicopters
(On the real)

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Beautiful Enemy - Lyrics - My Better Self - Dar Williams

Title: Beautiful Enemy
Album: My Better Self
Artist: Dar Williams
Composer(s): Dorothy S Williams

Lyric:
I saw your flag, another star, another stripe
What's your new bag? Something real or just some hype?
Tell me what have you sown
Have you prospered and grown?

Why shouldn't you have
Your moments of genius?
Just because our alliance broke
With no civil words between us?

Oh, my beautiful enemy, beautiful
I send my scorn and ridicule
You're not innocent
No, not innocent, no one's innocent

My nation's grand
Your name's not on any signs
It's so well-planned
And well groomed and yet sometimes

The past tornadoes through, people talk about you
Can't they see that your rein is steely and torturous?
I start thinking that I am sinking
Inside a hollow fortress

Oh, my enemy, beautiful enemy
My stride is slowed by memory
But not innocence, no not innocent
No one's innocent

In my furies I've dreamed
That juries denounce you
There I stand with the upper hand
But in order to trounce you

I just keep getting above myself
I just keep getting above myself
And so I'm worried but as I've stated
Things can be complicated

But you're my enemy
You're my enemy
You're my enemy

The future's bright
There are new things we will love
It feels so right
Let's not make up or rise above

Yes, we are more corrupted but happy and productive
We'll both live in our worlds of civilized people
Though I've heard that my brand new church
Has a slightly higher steeple

Oh my enemy, beautiful enemy
Hail to your vast hegemony
You're not innocent, I'm not innocent
No one's innocent

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Keep On - Lyrics - Buzzcocks

Title: Keep On
Artist: Buzzcocks
Composer(s): Pete Shelley

Lyric:
There's no two ways about it
There's nothing left to say
If you'd only paid attention
Then things wouldn't be this way

Crazy paved with good intentions
Is the rut that you're stuck in
So that all that's left to fear
Is the enemy within

Suffer from a little depression, baby
Gotta tell the world what you feel
Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby
Keep on keeping it real

Spare me your hypocrisy
I haven't got the time
For unreasonable reason's
More a punishment than crime

We all can take cold comfort
Now the writing's on the wall
But the pill that's left to swallow
Is the bitterest of all

Suffer from a little depression, baby
Gotta tell the world what you feel
Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby
Keep on keeping it real

One more Pyrrhic victory
Another dodgy deal

Suffer from a little depression, baby
Gotta tell the world what you feel
Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby
Keep on keeping it real

Suffer from a little depression, baby
Gotta tell the world what you feel
One more Pyrrhic victory
Another dodgy deal

Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby
Keep on keeping it real
One more Pyrrhic victory
Another dodgy deal

Suffer from a little depression, baby
Gotta tell the world what you feel
Don't jump to confusion
It's all a wind up

Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby
Keep on keeping it real
Don't jump to confusion
It's all a wind up

Suffer from a little depression, baby
Gotta tell the world what you feel
Don't jump to confusion
It's all a wind up

Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby
Keep on keeping it real
Don't jump to confusion
It's all a wind up

Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby
Keep on keeping it real
Don't jump to confusion
It's all a wind up

Suffer from a little depression, baby
Gotta tell the world what you feel
Don't jump to confusion
It's all a wind up

Nothing wrong with self-expression, baby
Keep on keeping it real

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Hot Boys &Amp; Girls - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Hot Boys &Amp; Girls
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): David Garcia, Percy Miller, Vyshonn King Miller, Michael Tyler, Mia Young

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Lyric:
Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

Nigga, I?m the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
M Y S T I-kal it?s the man right chea
I ain?t the ?90 through the ?94 Buffallo Bills
I ain?t Dennis Rodman?s hair and I ain?t Holyfield?s ear
I ain?t that damn man you see standin? at the Apollo
I ain?t that 298 dollar 60 cent check from McDonald?s
Bitch I?m the line through the T and the dot on the I
I?m the motherfuckin? crocodile tears when you cry

I?m the lightning in bad weather
I?m that nigga in that picture on your girlfriend dresser
I ain?t no ho, I ain?t no punk, I ain?t no bitch, I ain?t no fag
I ain?t no sucker, I ain?t no trick, I ain?t no snitch, I ain?t no rat
I?m that 20,000 dollar a pop every stop when I?m tourin?
I?m that fire, on that last verse of Make ?em say uhh
I ain?t that same ol? same ordinary, everyday rapper
Bitch, I killed Kenny, so I guess I?m that bastard

Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there

Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there

I?m the bitch that say bring it on if you want to
From the city where we known, baby, for what we goin' do
I?m the lady alligator who?s the calm in that water
I?m the migrane in your head bumping harder and harder
I?m the floss hard hoe nigga that cocks the squat
Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot
I?m the index finger on the trigger, don?t move
Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin' make the news

If I catch you in the club and you start to trippin'
I?m the fifty brass knuckles that?s goin' hit your chin
All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap
I?m the loud hard, on the rat trap
I?m the drama in your heart when your people get killed
I?m the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal
I?m the hardcore undisputed hip-hop diva
I?m the lady on report card day, I?m Mama Mia

Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there

Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where they at, where they at

I?m the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya
I?m the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher
I?m the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the dollar at
I?m the nigga with the six hundred everybody?s tryin' to holler at
I be the bookie that you pay niggas to keep off your ass

I be the reason why you didn?t pass, the reason why you cut class
I be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya
I be the nigga that put the wood in your fiancée
The reason why she didn?t marry ya
I be the nigga that trying to keep 'round, and hang around your sister
I be the nigga they call Silkk 'The Shocker', you might call me mister

Now I got a drop top, I?m a ghetto wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, 'coz I?m the little brother of the last don
[Incomprehensible] can?t mix, flip shit, loose licks ain?t shift
Plus I gotta pair of seamans shoes, can I make fit, your a fake bitch
Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger
Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so I don?t miss
Now I?m that razor that cuts the dope, it ain?t nothin but a 504
Member the one they call Vito, yeah, that?s me
(You know)

Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there

Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there

I?m the enemy behind, so watch your back
When the live brown hit the chamber, I?m the click clack
When you run, I?m the danger, I?m the smack and the pimp slap
I?m the shit that bubble up when you cook that crack
The nigga that fucked up the party when I pull my strap
The nigga that fucked all the hoes I?ll be trying to mack
I was scarface, sniffing with his nose in coke
The nigga that taught your little brother how to cook that dope
The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throat
I?m the hustlin' ass nigga with the watches and the cold

Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Where the real bitches at
Where they at, where they at

Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at

Where the hot boys at
Where the hot girls at

I?m the balls on your cell, I?m the fire down in hell
I?m the ice cream bells, I?m the gas you pump at shell
Nigga, I?m the wheels on the tank
I?m the million dollars that you want from the bank
I?m a diamond on a ring, I?m your brains when you think
I?m your bartender when you drink, I?m OJ without the shank
Nigga, I?m the M in fuckin' mob
(Mob)
I?m the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shob
I?m the super in dome, I?m the C in chrome

I?m the hurricane that knock down your motherfucking home
I?m the K in killer, I?m the D in drug dealer
I?m the G in gangsta nigga, I?m the realest nigga
That you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street
I?m the gold on your teeth, I?m the Nike?s on your feet
I?m the nigga that moan when he rap
I?m the nigga that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps
I?m the nigga with these rhymes, I?m the last don
And I?m a end this motherfucker 'coz it ain?t no more time

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Got Ur Self A... - Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

Title: Got Ur Self A...
Album: Stillmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Jake Black, Rob Marsh, Simon Edwards, Nasir Jones, Piers Spragg, Dorsey Wesley, Chester Burnett

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Lyric:
Woke up this mornin', yeah, you got yourself a gun
Yeah, yeah, yeah, got yourself a gun

Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
So I got mine, I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
You from the hood, I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)

You want beef I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So you tried to front, hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)

My first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome, I'm was crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would you question who's better?

The world is still mine, tattoos real
With "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap
You saw me in belly with thoughts like that
To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle

You lames should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel
The wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel
But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback

Every word is like a sawed-off blast
'Cause y'all all soft and I'm the black hearse
That came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war
Get it Buddy

I got mine, I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
You from the hood, I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)

You want beef I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So you tried to front, hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)

I'm the N the A to the S I R
And If I wasn't I must've been Escobar
You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed
Hair parted with a barbers preciseness, Brave Hearted for life

It's the return of the Golden Child, son of a blues player
So who are you playa? y'all awaited the true savior
Puffin' that Tropical, cups of that Vodka too
Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital

Throw up? Never, 'member I do this through righteous steps
You Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my death
Y'all been all happy go lucky, bunch of Sambos
Call me God's Son, with my pants low

I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo
This is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow, reppin'
Hit the record sto', never let me go
Get my whole collection

I got mine, I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
You from the hood, I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)

You want beef I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So you tried to front, hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)

It's the return of the Prince, the boss
This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft
Sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss
Stick shift look sick up in that boxsta Porsche

With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop the source
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody wanna know where the kid go
Where he rest at? Where he shop at and dress at?
Know he got dough, where does he live?

Is he still in the bridge? Does he really know how ill that he is?
Got all of y'all watchin' my moves, my watch and my jewels
Hop in myCoupe, dodge interviews like that
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains

Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Who am I? The back twister, lingerie ripper
Automatic leg spreader, quicker brain getter
Keepin' it gangsta wit' ya

I got mine, I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
You from the hood, I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)

You want beef I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So you tried to front, hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
(Got yourself a gun)

I got mine, I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
You from the hood, I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)

You want beef I hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So you tried to front, hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya
(Got yourself a gun)

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Watch Out - Lyrics - Axxis

Title: Watch Out
Artist: Axxis
Composer(s): Bernhard Weiss, Harald Oellers, Robert Mason, Walter Pietsch

Lyric:
Cold rain above, ice on the floor
No more love, I even the score
An' I broke the chains of what you call life

Oh you live in that box, I'm standing outside
You live in the dark, but I found the light
I've got no prison like you and your type

Watch out
Watch out, I'm the enemy
Watch out
Watch out, for a man like me

Watch out, I'm the enemy
Get off, off my liberty
Watch out, all I wanna be
Footloose and fancy, fancy free

I need to lose everything
Finding the truth
Make me a real king
A new horizon
Growin' up before my eyes

Watch out, I'm the enemy
Get off, off my liberty
Watch out, what I wanna be
Footloose and fancy, fancy free

Watch out
Watch out, I'm the enemy
Watch out
Watch out, silent enemy

Watch out, I'm the enemy
Get off, off my liberty
Watch out, all I wanna be
Footloose and fancy, fancy free

Footloose and fancy
(Watch out)
Footloose and fancy
(Watch out)

Footloose and fancy
(Watch out)
Footloose and fancy
(Watch out)
Fancy free

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Thug Mentality - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Thug Mentality
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Michael Siefert, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
I done been around tha world
And everywhere be tha same song
Niggaz struggle daily gotta survive
It's worldwide, even niggaz in Paris and London be hustlin'

Doin' whatever jus to get tha money
Lookin' at the whole world flooded with thugs but you got to keep it
Real if you want to make it through to live gotta get in it to win it
And that's real really, my thugs feel me put your fists in the air yeah

Niggas comin' to the war and I'mma meet you niggas there
Ready to rumble, I swear, we coming from everywhere
Where my thugs at, where they at?
Fuck that

Nigga let's do in da enemy now, terminate 'em eliminate 'em
Takin' out our frustration on the world get 'em back for the Playa Hation
So come on we gotta roll and wouldn't you know
They ain't ready for the war

Rob tha rich take some
Give tha rest of tha poor
Make them feel the pain, two double O, O
It's the end of the road, so what you gonna do?

I'mma ride, you can die if you want to
But all them real soul jahz come on move!
Get your suits on, boots on its Juvenile
T H U G that's thug we be
(T H U G)

Across the nation pump your fist and get ready for this occasion
Better get'cha fade on, I wanna see victory
Ya better roll wit this 'cuz we splittin' 'em
Fuck that we winnin' 'em, that's thug mentality

T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin' it's the way I choose to live my life
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin' thuggin' thuggin' till the day I day

T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin' it's the way I choose to live my life
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin' thuggin' thuggin' till the day I day

Every thug, even wannabe thugs, nigga thug if you got to
Throw it up, keep it in the air
Scream it out, "Thug! Thug! Thug! Thug!"
Thuggin' till the day I die when I'm high

If you look into my eyes, you'll truly find, no kind
Like I'm
Gemini
Gotta control both sides

My Lordy Lord maintain it's hard 'cause I'm a souljah at war
Steady runnin' wit the weapons 'cause it's gettin' better
I figured it out, it's all real, if ain't then, it ain't right
Come on, if you wanna feel the thug, luv and it's real

We got the real thing baby
Got heat to burn ya, learn ya, stay out it if it don't concern ya
You don't really want to get involved wit da murder
But shit if ya want it we got it, we bringing it!

We don't stop, we gon pop shots still to the double glock glock
Never taking no shorts, no losses man
Yes, these days is still the same like, gotta make that money man
Bang gotta get down for my thang and I do it so smooth

When I'm stalkin' gat foolz, walking jack moves
Now all day run witta me shotgun, but I'm blinded so I jog
And roll wit the thuggish ruggish, bone, bone, bone, bone
(Ruggish)
That's thug mentality

T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin' it's the way I choose to live my life
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' till the day I day

T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin' it's the way I choose to live my life
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' till the day I day

Where my Detroit thugs, thugs?
Cincinnati thugs, thugs?
Where my Columbus thugs, thugs?
My Chicago thugs, thugs?

Now where my New York thugs, thugs?
Now where my Texas thugs, thugs?
My Kansas City thugs, thugs?
Where my Milwaukee thugs, thugs?

My Colorado thugs, thugs?
Where my St. Louis thugs, thugs?
Where my Atlanta thugs, thugs?
My Alabama thugs, thugs?

My New Orleans thugs, thugs?
Where my Miami thugs, thugs?
Where my Jamaican thugs, thugs?
My California thugs, thugs?

My Arizona thugs, thugs?
My New Mexico thugs, thugs?
My Puerto Rico thugs, thugs?
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin'
Cleveland, definitely in the house

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Thug Mentality - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Thug Mentality
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Michael Siefert, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
I done been around tha world
And everywhere be tha same song
Niggaz struggle daily gotta survive
It's worldwide, even niggaz in Paris and London be hustlin'

Doin' whatever jus to get tha money
Lookin' at the whole world flooded with thugs but you got to keep it
Real if you want to make it through to live gotta get in it to win it
And that's real really, my thugs feel me put your fists in the air yeah

Niggas comin' to the war and I'mma meet you niggas there
Ready to rumble, I swear, we coming from everywhere
Where my thugs at, where they at?
Fuck that

Nigga let's do in da enemy now, terminate 'em eliminate 'em
Takin' out our frustration on the world get 'em back for the Playa Hation
So come on we gotta roll and wouldn't you know
They ain't ready for the war

Rob tha rich take some
Give tha rest of tha poor
Make them feel the pain, two double O, O
It's the end of the road, so what you gonna do?

I'mma ride, you can die if you want to
But all them real soul jahz come on move!
Get your suits on, boots on its Juvenile
T H U G that's thug we be
(T H U G)

Across the nation pump your fist and get ready for this occasion
Better get'cha fade on, I wanna see victory
Ya better roll wit this 'cuz we splittin' 'em
Fuck that we winnin' 'em, that's thug mentality

T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin' it's the way I choose to live my life
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin' thuggin' thuggin' till the day I day

T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin' it's the way I choose to live my life
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin' thuggin' thuggin' till the day I day

Every thug, even wannabe thugs, nigga thug if you got to
Throw it up, keep it in the air
Scream it out, "Thug! Thug! Thug! Thug!"
Thuggin' till the day I die when I'm high

If you look into my eyes, you'll truly find, no kind
Like I'm
Gemini
Gotta control both sides

My Lordy Lord maintain it's hard 'cause I'm a souljah at war
Steady runnin' wit the weapons 'cause it's gettin' better
I figured it out, it's all real, if ain't then, it ain't right
Come on, if you wanna feel the thug, luv and it's real

We got the real thing baby
Got heat to burn ya, learn ya, stay out it if it don't concern ya
You don't really want to get involved wit da murder
But shit if ya want it we got it, we bringing it!

We don't stop, we gon pop shots still to the double glock glock
Never taking no shorts, no losses man
Yes, these days is still the same like, gotta make that money man
Bang gotta get down for my thang and I do it so smooth

When I'm stalkin' gat foolz, walking jack moves
Now all day run witta me shotgun, but I'm blinded so I jog
And roll wit the thuggish ruggish, bone, bone, bone, bone
(Ruggish)
That's thug mentality

T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin' it's the way I choose to live my life
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' till the day I day

T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin' it's the way I choose to live my life
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' till the day I day

Where my Detroit thugs, thugs?
Cincinnati thugs, thugs?
Where my Columbus thugs, thugs?
My Chicago thugs, thugs?

Now where my New York thugs, thugs?
Now where my Texas thugs, thugs?
My Kansas City thugs, thugs?
Where my Milwaukee thugs, thugs?

My Colorado thugs, thugs?
Where my St. Louis thugs, thugs?
Where my Atlanta thugs, thugs?
My Alabama thugs, thugs?

My New Orleans thugs, thugs?
Where my Miami thugs, thugs?
Where my Jamaican thugs, thugs?
My California thugs, thugs?

My Arizona thugs, thugs?
My New Mexico thugs, thugs?
My Puerto Rico thugs, thugs?
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin'
Cleveland, definitely in the house

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This One'S For Me - Lyrics - The Iceberg / Freedom Of Speech... Just Watch What You Say - Ice T

Title: This One'S For Me
Album: The Iceberg / Freedom Of Speech... Just Watch What You Say
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Charles Andre Glenn, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
Yo yo whassup Ice man, you look upset brother
Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man
But I don't know if I should put it on this record
Yaknahmsayin'?

Man go ahead and kick it man
Let the people know what's happenin' man
You know brothers out there sellin' out man
Why they goin' out like that man?
Yo, sellin' out like it ain't nothin' man
I ain't with it

Dig it, I'm just a brother from L.A.
South Central, I live life the fly way
Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game
Infamy got dumped for fame

Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme
But my lyrics are deeper
Because I'm the one that makes you think before make a move
I wrote 'Pusher', 'High rollers', and 'Colors' just to prove

That I could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time
But one L.A. station wouldn't play my records one time
I'm tryin' to save my community
But these bourgeoisie blacks keep on doggin' me

They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs
K J L H, you ain't about nuttin'
You just a bunch of punk bourgeoisie black suckers
And this one's for me

You won't play no Public Enemy
You ain't playin' no Boogie Down Productions
You ain't tryin' to represent the black community
You just carin' about your little ol' R&B bull

You play all day and night
I represent Los Angeles all over the United States
And you ain't did nothin' for me
Think about it

Hold up, I ain't finished on the diss tip
There's a few more punks that I got to rip
All you chump MC's who sell out quick
When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip

But now they got problems and you suckers run
Who's Chuck's real friends, does he really have one?
You yell P.E. this, P.E. that
Fist in the air, proud to be black

Now they got static and you run like punks
I haven't heard an MC stand up for him once
Maybe you suckers are just hopin' that they fall off
So you can fill their shoes, nope sorry boss

That's what the matter with black people anyway
We ain't down with nothin', I don't care what you say
Yell or lie, don't even bother
How low will a brother go for a dollar?

Public Enemy broke a new rap age
And now you rappers ain't got nothin to say?
Yo it's their problem, Griff shouldn'ta said it
E where's my pistol? Yo I'll go get it

'Cause it's time for me to enforce some discipline
Are you down or not, are you out or in?
Chuck Flav and Griff are my true friends
I got their backs if it means my career ends

All you so-called down MC's with Public Enemy
I ain't heard nobody out there, tryin' to help my man out
YouknowhatI'msayin'? Griff is my man, I don't care what he said
YouknowhatI'msayin'? And I ain't gon' let them go out like that
YouknowhatI'msayin'? Chuck, Ice got your back
Anybody out there got problems with Public Enemy, come talk to me

Once again, I'm back in the diss mode
I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload
On this so-called government we've got
If I lied like them, I think I'd get shot

They sell drugs to kids and say it's us
And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust?
You only see young brothers in a drug bust
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust

My homey got a year for an ounce of weed
While Bush sells weapons to the enemy
You gotta be stone blind not to see
Our government is honest, nigga, please

Cocaine can't be made in the United States
Kickin' facts like this our government hates
The young kids on the streets ain't the enemy
They're just ghetto youth after money

They sell drugs, but who sells drugs to them?
Try the C.I.A. my friend
Or the F.B.I. or even Bush
Somebody's gettin' rich, damn sure ain't us

We're just killin' ourselves while others laugh
Look at the street, it's a cocaine bloodbath
We gotta realize dope is pure death
Mess with drugs, you're breathin' your last breath
Sellin' drugs is straight up genocide
They're gonna laugh, while we all die

Sittin' up there thinkin' you're makin' that money
Hustlin' and all that, you're killin' your brothers
YouknowhatI'msayin'?
You just stupid, straight up stupid

Puttin' dope into your body, c'mon, youknowhatI'msayin'?
You gotta get somethin' goin' out there
Get some brains, youknowhatI'msayin'?
We are just playin' ourselves cold out of the pocket

This one's for me, I make records for you
But this cut I straight out had to do
There's topics in my mind I have to break
'Cause so many of you out there are so damn fake

If ya ain't know they're no-one, cutthroats
Back stabbers, scheamin' for banknotes
And all of you out there know what I'm talkin' 'bout
If you claim you're down then never sell-out

Never sell out, youknowhatI'msayin'?
You gotta stay down for yours
You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice-T
I make records for you, but this one's for me

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout out there
There's ways to sell out left and right
But you ain't got to do that
There's thing's more important than money

I'm talkin' 'bout pride, I'm talkin' 'bout dignity
You got it out there
All you got to do is stand on your own two feet
Don't go out like no sucker
Stay down, youknowhatI'msayin'? Peace

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Ready To Meet Him - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Ready To Meet Him
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Let us, let us pray
I thank you Lord for my birth, and everything that's followed
I thank you Lord for today, and I will pray for tomorrow
I thank you Lord for the love of my life and a friend
I made a promise and I'm lovin' my wife till the end

I thank you Lord for your guidance, 'cause it's all that counts
And right here, right now? Lord, this is your house
I thank you Lord for a dream that came true to light
And I ask you to bless everybody, in this room tonight

I don't always do the right thing, and I ask you to forgive me
'Cause I need you here wit me, without you in my life, it's empty
I think back how some people did me like, violence was the remedy
And because I think of that now, I pray for my enemy

Not because of what I'll do, but because they don't know
There's somethin' better after here, and everybody, won't go
So I ask you to forgive them, and we'll hope they see
And I thank you for the love that, they've given to me

I will not abuse it, nor will I lead them astray
You see I love 'em like children, that I see everyday
And I pray, no, we pray, together
To get us through the bad weather, and we love you forever

Let your thought and my heart, go hand in hand
I first thought, but to start, but I stand a man
And for as long as I can, as long as you permit me
Please give me, the strength I need to live
Bear with me, amen

We each walk the path, that you've chosen
Yes

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

Lord, you left me stranded, and I don't know why
Told me to live my life, now I'm ready to die
Ready to fly, I cry, but I shed no tears
You told me you would dead those fears, it's been years

Snakes still comin' at me, just missin'
Sometimes I think all you do with me is just listen
I thought that I was special, that's what you told me
Homey, stop actin' like you don't know me

What'd I do so bad that it sent you away from me?
Not only sent you away, but made you stay away from me?
My child I'm here, as I've always been
It is you who went away and now are back again

What did I say? Follow your word, and be true
What did you do? Well, what I wanted to do
What have you seen? Darkness and hell at a glance
What do you want? All I want is another chance

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

Just because you went away, my doors are not locked
Wanna come back home? All you gotta do is knock
You see I left home a boy, but returned as a man
Full grown, and I'm still not able to stand

I gave you a hand, well, but I was lookin' the wrong way
Figured out the plan, then I started to pray
And that prayer, took me from here over there
Back to over here, now it got me like

Where do I belong, do I fit in?
Things on my mind, where do I begin?
It's easier to sin, but it hurts my heart
I'm really tryin' to win, so where do we start?

Thou shalt not steal, but what if he stole from me?
Thou shalt not kill, but what if he's tryin' to kill me?
Thou shalt not take my name in vain
No matter how hard it rains, withstand the pain

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

I'm ready to meet him, our father, who art in Heaven
I'm not ashamed to ask for guidance at twenty seven
No longer afraid to knock on your door
Not scared anymore to lose my life in the war

After what I just saw, I'm ridin' with the Lord
'Cause I really can't afford to lose my head by the sword
And now that I've seen, what I need to see
Please take me, where I need to be

What have you learned? It's better to tell the truth than to lie
What have you learned? To love my life until I die
What have you learned? Violence isn't always the key
What have you learned? You can't always believe what you see

What have you learned? It's better to forgive and forget
What have you learned? Give as you expect to get
What have you learned? That I can't go on without you
What have you learned? I musta been a fool to ever doubt you

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm livin' ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord

I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him

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Initiated - Lyrics - Daz Dillinger

Title: Initiated
Artist: Daz Dillinger
Composer(s): Kurupt Daz Dillinger, Edi Bruce Washington, Makaveli Tha Kingpin Kastr

Lyric:
Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound, Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch, the whole muthafuckin' clique
We gon' hit yo' ass up, you know where we comin' from

Death row biotch, ha, ha, ha, ay yo, Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it on
The West-side nigga, we ballers for real
(Ridin' ride on what we be?)

For real, I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it wadn't
Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme don
With the semi auto fracture your torso to ya spine

The back cracker smack you with
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my arm and hammer

All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
From Tahiti to the Mid-Atlantic, probable 'cause to get hit shit
Niggas best get physically and mentally fit

Show ya hoe, I ignore for real and I can tell
On the DL, I got an Indecent Proposal for her
(Biotch)
Mashin' in a Ford Explorer, hell hound host the horror
Escape from the Box Pandora somethin' for ya

Get rocked by my midnight glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch the
Nicki Scarful comin' through the bus death
Spreads through camps like Parvul

Young Gotti Kurupt and C with the dope and the green weed
Indeed I'm out to get high and supply what you need?
Mr. Postman comin' through with all the mail, what you need?
I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell
(Ay get yo hand out my pocket, nigga)

I wake up sparkin' to get wild on the streets
Barkin' and playas drinkin' kegs 'til y'all niggas beg Martin
You labeled Paw nervous, no, I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey

Niggas ain't seen time, I travel courts and dream crime
My room like the million dollar bill folded with green blinds
Chairs is a hundreds for shams, I run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded fifties

Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies, so I hit up the box office
You the softest, I'm takin' ya honies, they telly pieces
Wearin' my fuckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes

My boys and me is poison, we don't get along equal
Fight each other like brothers, it's all good we strong people
More strain on the brain and the pain I deal with
Ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real shit
For real bitch the steel clique, I bill with menaces
Ya number one nemesis paragraphical like Genesis

Stupid muthafuckas outlaw immortal bitch
Dogg Pound Thug Life, you know how we fuckin' do this shit
You stupid muthafuckas don't get me
Now, take a look inside my mind
That pen' time made me rise but still I rise

'Cause my ambitionz az a ridah like land mines
Lyrics turn niggas into smithereens
Music so lethal turn coliseums to murder scenes
I'm Makaveli, the Don, is what they tell me

I'm armed, I'm droppin' niggas like bombs
Get in that ass like a thong, picture a felon in ya presence
Takin' bustas back to the Essence
Tellin' my people peep my lethal message

Visions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode
Murderous motives for niggas stoppin' my cash flow
You can't fight it nigga let go, witness the sound made
Ya bitch ass bow down to death row

Mama, these niggas got me fightin' these 3 Strikes
Showin' up in court, fuck what you thought it's three nights
I put the game down first put my niggas up on it
Now we 'Amerikaz Most Wanted' feel that

Since my only fear of death is Mama cryin' for help
And OG Daddy wanna ride when I know
He ain't got shit else, since I'm his only soldier
Nobody else gonna roll for me and I know

Without the Row and Immortal Outlaw
(Ay K)
I'll be forgotten for sho, plus, this Thug Life it got me livin'
Initiated playa hated without givin' a single fuck
Why they dangling, baby, all on my nuts?
I be singling fingering bitches to fuck

Bitches is wild niggas is lame
I hung around with real niggas got exposed to the game
Muthafuckas actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw
Initiated as an outlaw, ha, ha, ha, ha
(Yeah, muthafucka)

Now, a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides
And a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies
And a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep
Enemies rest in peace deceased fuckin' with me

I got to 'complish a goal, I'm out seekin' gold
Expose the strap gotta let off the cousin rough and raw
Never fell to my knees for shit 'cause I demand shit
With this Daz Dillinger drillin' ya for ya shit

On the streets for the sixth time in and out for the crime
I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars and dimes
I'm slippin' slidin' fucked up nigga whuttup?
In the cut flossin' like a muthafucka whuttup?
Beside all being, now tell me where ya comin' from
That ain't where I see thangs and nigga what's the outcome

For so many days and so many ways we been duckin' strays
They delivers but still we some bad boy killers
Hold the scrillas, I dump in you niggas' livers
Then watch ya body shiver and ya mama quiver

From the way you just got lit up
Hit up the West-side on my way out
Y'all whole crew should've knew it was on
From Makaveli's first day out, now y'all gettin' played out

And laid out for public display on this day
Y'all niggas is history 'cause the whole crew is bitch to me
Listen to me, Idi, how many of y'all can see me?
'Cause I'll tack that ass like A's attack DC

Believe me 'cause although now, I'm just a young stolider
I'm soon to be a gun holder, initiate to the clique
With a left to my lip, now the fight's over

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Run For It - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Run For It
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
I be comin' up wit da glock toy
You can stop, boy
You ain't heard I'm off tha block, boy
Chipp-pedy chop, boy

Off in ya cut is where I'm layin'
Ready fo' sprayin'
Soon as I see yo face and hand
I ain't wit dat playin'

My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation
My daddy tol' me I ain't shit wit outta occupation
So, I played the game, bust yo' head if you said my name
I had some of deez niggaz scared I came

I kno' some niggaaz out tha Nolia that'll ride fo' me
I kno' some niggaz hollin' solja dat a die fo' me
T.C., L.T., Magnolia and six
Oh, you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks

You disrespectin' my mind 'cuz you keep comin' short
I might hitcha wit dat iron 'cuz you need to be taught
You keep showing yo teeth 'cuz you thank it's a joke
You mus thank deez bullets ain't real and you ain't gon' git smoke

Now, if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz 'bout ta come
You betta run for it, run for it, run

If ya ain't gotta strap but yo' enemy got one
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if you got into it wit a cash money brotha
You betta run for it, run for it, run
(Who me?)

I be in all black sometimes
Sometimes, I be jumpin' out trees in camouflage
Me and Juvenile got two keys we 'bout ta ride
Dem boyz playin' wit da upt, well, dey gots to die
Man, it's that deep

It's a tragedy when you can test me
Heard I run in houses, don't put it past me
Hell, look boy, you betta tell deez niggaz
Fo' I mask up and try ta kill deez niggaz

You don't want my stress troubles
I be back in 2 hummers and 5 lex-bubbles
Wa, my big brother Juvy
Tol' me not to eva letta nigga screw me

Tol' me if I eva did he would do me
Gave me two guns and sent me round dey shootin'
And then they start runnin'
Hardest niggaz on tha block started actin' like a woman
Tha 4-foot stranger in ya area bustin'

Load it up, slide it in
Cock it back, pop it out, we ridin'
[Incomprehensible] I'll run in a busta spot
I'll sit on a busta porch, I'll sleep on a busta block
Apply five and then let go

Bang, Lil' cowards keep playin', get hurt
Motha-flirk see I dont curse but'll wet up yo shirt
Look all my enemy's see me comin'
All my enemy's peugh be runnin'

Now, if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz 'bout ta come
You betta run for it, run for it, run

Now, if ya ain't gotta strap but yo' enemy got one
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if you got into it wit a cash money brotha
You betta run for it, run for it, run

You thank I'm playin'-a somthin', Lil Woo dey', I ain't trippin'
Tha beef started last week and dem niggaz still be hittin'
Two children got killed and a ol' lady got hit
Look, I'm 'bout ta git tha fuck 'cuz I ain' got no time fo' dis shit

Now, you could be comin' through and runnin' to a gun if you feel
That they ain't gon' do you shit 'cuz ya real
I won't wanna be witcha when it's happening either
I probably be some where ducked off takin' a nap wit my people

I'd rather see it on T.V. Than I see it in person
And having my fucking' head hurtin' when dem 30's be burstin'
I bet if yo' beef see ya, he ain't gon' wait fo' ya dog
Our all gon' try to rearrange ja face fo' ya dog

A 2nd line and round dem clubs, ain't no place fo' ya dog
Dem same niggaz you come up wit playa-hatin' ya dog
I see 'em comin' wit choppers and I know they gon' bust
Lil' Wayne hol' up, we kiting out sho' nuff'

Now, if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz 'bout ta come
You betta run for it, run for it, run

Now, if ya ain't gotta strap but yo' enemy got one
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if you got into it wit a cash money brotha
You betta run for it, run for it, run

Now, if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz 'bout ta come
You betta run for it, run for it, run

Now, if ya ain't gotta strap but yo' enemy got one
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if you got into it wit a cash money brotha
You betta run for it, run for it, run

Ya betta run for it, run for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it
Go git cha gun for it, gun for it

Ya betta run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun
Get cha gun for it, gun for it

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Street People - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Street People
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): E Nordquist, N Williams, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Dedicate this to all the niggas on the streets
Niggas in the hood strugglin'
Doin' what the fuck they gotta do to make their money
And all the thugs, the hustlas, the gangstas, the playas, pimps
Let's roll, let's roll
(Ghetto love, ghetto love I can feel that ghetto love, ghetto love)

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

I dedicate this to the niggas in the hood
(Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?)
Keepin' it real on the street
Niggas they practice what they preach, stayin'
True until they die, niggas still strong

We keep on bailin' through the stress
And all the rest of the shit that's goin' on
Speakin' of violence, I see, you got to keep a pistol
Cause if niggas think you're rich, you gon be got
They out to pinch ya bullshit you not [unverified] killin'

Because of the pump and it drives us to the point of no return
Especially when you're gone off of the Sherm
You could give a fuck about a nigga flossin'
While you walkin', he on sixteen switches ain't that a bitch?

But that's life this shit ain't nothin' nice
And he'll take yours if his ain't right and I can't stop 'em
Or knock 'em, but yo, I wouldn't even try, though
'Cause Bible say, "Hey, either repent or you will die"
So, choose one
(So, so, just one)
Either repent and get saved or put some food on your table for now

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

I see my sisters out there hustlin', man
(Strugglin', man)
Do what it takes, but that's the brakes
Rustle up what you can, gotta feed your babies
(Babies, yeah)

Handle yourself your own business don't wait on that nigga
To get you nothin' we been poor long enough and I know
You would scheme on somethin'
(Somethin', yeah)
Take the welfare, fuck it

The system givin it to you 'cause it's guilt on they conscience
Don't let 'em fool you
(Don't let 'em fool you, no)
Really ain't doin' a nigga any favors
So come and get the paper, paper, before you die, die

This verse is for my ghetto queens
Tryin' to come up and get them better things
Particularly cheddar cheese, make that money
(Make that money)
Work, work, work, whatever your occupation
As long as you bringin' home the bacon, bacon, bacon

Don't let your enemy lock your mind too and I hope
Y'all really been payin' attention 'cause it's 1999, ohh
(Ooh, ooh, yeah)
Though people comin' around, we gon thug
So where the thugs at? Gimme some of that ghetto love
(Ghetto love)

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

Now, if y'all feelin' me let's get down and tear
The roof off the mother, shoot the motherfuckers, I'm serious
And mean business, ready to pump pump and ride, you with it?
Come on, put it out there, pump, pump, pump police

They treat us like animals, let's attack 'em like beasts
But hold on 'fore you start fightin'
(Hold on, hold on)
Let's brighten up the action scene, pass me the gasoline
(No more, no more)
I'm really not trippin' on this rappin' no more

'Cause I know it won't last too much longer
When it's over, then I be a full-time soldier
(I told you)
If I make it out of the game with all my sanity
Get paid, fuck the fame, get out quickly, understand me?
'Cause at the rate I'm goin', pretty soon they'll try to ban me

For killin' these muthafuckas tryin' to tamper with my family
Now they got me runnin' from these po-po's tryin' to jam me
But I told them muthafuckas not to try to test my manly
And this is my mentality for fuckin' with the street life, street life
(Street life)

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)

I gotta give it up to all my thugstas, we're street people
Them niggas with an attitude, let's stop the killin'
We're strugglin' just like you to make a livin'
We're not pretendin', don't y'all remember?

It ain't easy tryin' to stay alive, some people out
There smokin' crack, my people workin' 9 to 5, just doin? it right
Real strong, hold on 'cause it won't be long before
The strugglin' days is long gone, hold on, be strong

Somebody better 'em we the T H U G's
Real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers
We're T H U G's
Real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers
(Get on up, get on up)

Somebody better 'em we the T H U G's
Real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers
We're T H U G's
Real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers
(Get on up, get on up)

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