Ride The Bullet - Lyrics - Army Of Lovers

Title: Ride The Bullet
Artist: Army Of Lovers
Composer(s): Henemark Hellman Bard Barda Wollbec

Lyric:
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Get on the love train
Let's get on board tonight
Get on the love train
Let's get on board tonight

The moon is high and so am I
The moon is high and so am I
(Tonight)
The moon is high and so am I
The moon is high and so am I

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Get on the love train
Let's get on board tonight
Get on the love train
Let's get on board tonight

The moon is high and so am I
The moon is high and so am I
(Tonight)
The moon is high and so am I
The moon is high and so am I

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Disco extravaganza
Disco extravaganza
Disco extravaganza
Disco extravaganza

Get on the love train
Let's get on board tonight
Get on the love train
Let's get on board tonight

The moon is high and so am I
The moon is high and so am I
(Tonight)
The moon is high and so am I
The moon is high and so am I
(Tonight)
The moon is high and so am I
The moon is high and so am I

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet
Gonna ride the bullet, oh yeah

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Don’t Sleep - Lyrics - Pac's Life - 2pac

Title: Don’t Sleep
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Chicago Craig Darryl R. Richardson, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Sean Cole, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Yafeu A Fula, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Shit

When I enter the first zone worst known mic holder
My Hummer roll up evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy manifestin' military styles
Casually try da G when niggas battle me

My prophesied prediction, switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch and watch 'em start snitchin'
I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug livin', hell or prison

My ammunition varies, my voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world, me and the mob gettin' married
It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark
This is expected, a trick bitch where's your heart?

You mark, watch niggas fall when I call they name
We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same
Except some who want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin' 'til it's none left, don't sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time

Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random
Rapidly wit' accuracy, they shouldn't've talk bad to me
It had to be a motherfuckin' murder
I'm glad to be a nigga that did the murder

So sad to see another motherfucker floatin'
In plastic reef, sleep wit' his head wide open
Rapid release, keep the police coastin'
Casualties warrant in deep east Oakland

Yolk the nigga off the asphalt, drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off
Death with the lex ruger, death to ya
Niggas cry when the bullet fly, kill and execute 'em

I blast first 'til they body me like my guns in varieties
Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be
But front doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt
Hand on my nuts in a getaway car full of stunts

Addicted to my nine movin' like crime through time
Poppin' niggas like pimples nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine
Etch-a-sketchin', dumpin' on all you punks at intersections
Day in and day out ain't no easy way outs or easy exits, don't sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time

When I hit the street all I can see is the grind
Blood sweat and tear when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I un for my folk like I load my nine
And when I let loose then no crew standin' but mine

I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga actin' schiesty
Same one knew I was in jail and didn't write me
Wanna fight me then come find me
Whateva you do shawty you betta think wisely

You might see me wit' a stack in the trap
I use my thoughts and pen similar to a saran wrap
A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be, yeah, I'ma keep it G
I'm from the Three and Scrap will neva sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep

Don't sleep
Don't sleep

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Battlezone - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Battlezone
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Bryon Mccane, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Pick up your wings and prepare them to fly

Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug
Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug
Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug

Swing low sweet chariot
Comin' forth to carry me home
Swing low sweet chariot
Comin' forth to carry me home

I looked up on Jordan and what did I see
Comin? forth to carry me home
What did I see
Comin' forth to carry me home

Listen to my battle cry
My battle cry
Listen to my battle cry
My battle cry

One, two look at the telly
They drew my picture with Bob Marley
They probably wanna kill me, will I die?
In 1999 smokin' phillies, Bizzy the kid
Was bustin' in the ceilin' in my big claim

Kickin' on somethin' and dig this
Got to feel it, catch and don't let go
Wretched in a fro, Bone watchin' for the po po
Roll over, then pull it, got my bullet in my fo fo
Gotta stand, it's turnin' to a jungle

Comin' out a 4-door Benz and I spend a lot for show
No, no, don't spend a lot contend with a men
Lookin' at my watch like a meal ticket
Arrest the block, they couldn't pin it, better send it

For the cops absorb you soul of course, praise to the Pharaoh
Murder mo, curly, I heard it lower and return it burn
When our niggas still shermed out
Court's adjourned, court's adjourned, rest and burn

I can't sleep at night 'cause I lay in my bed
And I be tossin' and turnin' tryin' to avoid my dreams
And I can hear the niggas lettin' off they lead around the corner
Got me feelin' paranoia like they comin' for me

And I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacin' back and forth
So much shit on my mind, so many things to do
So little time a nigga really got to do it in
Man, I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots

From the minute nigga step outside
Nina Ross on my hip and I gots to pack one
Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me
?Nigga, never leave the house without packin' a gun?

And that's real, leave it for the dollar bill
Niggas'll holler, "Kill, kill", then start flexin'
When the shit poppin' off in my direction
Nigga got a 17-shot for protection

Life ain't no joke
Too many niggas I know was takin' shit for granted and that's foul
Nigga, if you see a fool, pick a fool right out the crowd
And hit him dead in his mouth for bein? loud and wild

Shit is real
Ain't none of that elastic fagot rubber band plastic shit
Muthafuckas in the battlezone blastin' shit
Put the match on shit, straight up gassin' shit

It's that same nigga runnin' with the AK-47
Bustin' niggas in the belly
Give them muthafuckas more than just a headache
Get back at that nigga faster than Fed-Ex
They're runnin', retreatin', screamin', ?Mayday, we're goin' down?

Now why the fuck is niggas tellin' lies and rumors?
Talkin' about we split up
'Cause I see Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh
Niggas really need to shut that shit up

If a muthafucka really wanna rumble, he could tumble
We wilder than any animal that's in the jungle
The name of the game is ?Block the basket, strike him out?
Hit the goal make the quarterback fumble

Strategize, any nigga hatin' ain't a friend of mine
Nigga considered the enemy, nigga, that's when you die
I never keep my enemies close
'Cause I got a perfect view of 'em in my scope, that's close enough

Leather Face'll fuck a nigga up and smile
And hit 'em with the millimeter and I show a bitch kill a nigga
See me drivin', bitch, come on and try to rob me
I'm willin' to bet that 'cha get lit up

Get off of me, baby, keep on comin' and there's gon' be drama
Tellin' you niggas, you better not fuck with me
'Cause I ain't that quiet nigga that I used to be
Look how the haters give a nigga attitude

Nigga, sick of bein? humble
Now I'm like fuck that I gotta get mine
They try to show a nigga love but fuck that it ain't no love
'Cause in the game you get fucked every time

You get this feelin' inside my bloodline
Somebody finna get fucked up
If a nigga don't get some satisfaction
Blastin' like a madman
Gettin' with the static nigga lovin' the action

Yeah, my Bone Thug niggas, come on
If any one of you niggas got any problems
Thinkin' you tough and you really wanna solve 'em
Don't be mumblin', speak a little louder

While you steady talkin' like you're louder than the next nigga
We'll already be up in you
Now hater feel us, who the realest? The Bone Thug killas
If there's any objections, nigga deal with 'em

Realer than them other muthafuckas talkin' about they thugs
Jumpin' all on the bandwagon
Wanna be like us, wanna cuss, wanna bust they guns
Thugged out with they pants saggin'

They actin' but when it's really time to show some tactics
The niggas don't have 'em, we murdered the bastards
Put 'em all in body bags and caskets
Drop 'em in the river, splash, that's that ass

'Cause when we clash, ain't no comin' back
Huntin' niggas from the past, we gon' settle this shit right here
Fight to whoever blood be spilled first
Who will be the nigga ridin' away in a hearse?

Not me, I'm determined to wake up
And still be livin' in the mornin', you feelin' me?
Quicker than a clocked damn missile
Hit a bitch directly in the middle, right between your eye

Then we makin' sure that nigga die
Shoot a couple more times and ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, ride out

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Borderline - Lyrics - Alabama

Title: Borderline
Artist: Alabama
Composer(s): Teddy Gentry, Virgil Beckham, Larry Hanson, Greg Fowler

Lyric:
In a cloud of dust cross Texas, south of San Antone
The lawman and the cowboy pushed their horses on
Racin' toward the Rio, running out of time
They had to catch the outlaws before they crossed the borderline

Well, the lawman wanted justice the cowboy revenge
They tracked the outlaws' horses up to the river's edge
And there across the Rio a badge ain't worth a dime
The law was in their own hands once they crossed the borderline

So they ride to the desert wind down a dusty trail
Destiny begins, heroes never turn or look back
They just ride through the sands of time on the borderline

In the safety of the badlands the outlaws stopped their run
The campfire rings with laughter of evil things they've done
How they'd taken all they wanted and killed the cowboy's wife
And knew no one would follow them, cross the borderline

The lawman and the cowboys stepped out of the dark
And it was two against the twenty and every bullet found it's mark
And so goes the legend that out there in the night
The two still ride together somewhere beyond the borderline

So they ride to the desert wind, down a dusty trail
Destiny begins, heroes never turn or look back
They just ride through the sands of time on the borderline

They ride to the desert wind, down a dusty trail
Destiny begins, heroes never turn or look back

They ride to the desert wind, down a dusty trail
Destiny begins, heroes never turn or look back
They just ride through the sands of time on the borderline

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Hail Mary - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Hail Mary
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Kotari Cox, Tyrone Wrice, Bruce Washington, Tupac Shakur, Joseph Paquette, Rufus Cooper

Lyric:
Makaveli in this, Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty, feel me
And God said, "He should send his one begotten son
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
Follow me, eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh"

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

I ain't a killer but don't push me, revenge is like the sweetest joy
Next to gettin' pussy, picture paragraphs unloaded
Wise words bein' quoted, peeped the weakness in the rap game
And sewed it, bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin'
Seein' niggaz comin' for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin'

Now pay attention, rest in peace father, I'm a ghost in these killin' fields
Hail Mary, catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind
Of a madman who screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies
See me flee, activate my hate, let it break, to the flame, set trip

Empty out my clip, never stop to aim, some say, "The game is all corrupted", fucked in this shit, stuck, niggaz is lucky
If we bust out this shit, plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can't adjust, it's just as well, Hail Mary

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Penitentiaries is packed with promise makes
Never realize the precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin'
Instutionalized, I lived my life a product made to crumble
But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble
We ballin', catch me father please, 'cause I'm fallin'

In the liquor store, that's the hennessee I hear ya callin'
Can I get some more? Hail til I reach hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do
One life to live but I got nuttin' to lose, just me and you

On a one way trip to prison, sellin' drugs
We all wrapped up in this livin' life as thugs
To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin' they bid
Raise hell to this real shit and feel this
When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark
Thuggin' eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary, nigga

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

They got a APB, out on my thug family since the Outlawz
Run these streets, like these skanless freaks
Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
Head down, K blasted off hennessee and Thai

Tryin' it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high
Visions of me, Thug livin' gettin' me by forever live
And I multiply survived by thugs, when I die they won't cry
Unless they comin' with slugs

Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin' on around me
Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin' rowdy
Ready to wet the party up and whoever in that motherfucker
Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers

On the regular mashin' in a black Ac Integ-ra
Cock back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya
Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse
From a thug to preachin' church, I gave you love now you eatin' dirt

Needin' work and I ain't the nigga to put you on
'Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn
That's when sun came up, there's only one way up
hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up

If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase
Can you relate to this shit? I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hoping God don't close the gate

If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks, Outlawz on a paper chase
Can you relate to this shit I don't got, be the shit, I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hoping God don't close the gate

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

We've been traveling on this wavy road long time
Til I be take off this load but we ride, ride it like a bullet
Hail Mary, Hail Mary, we won't worry everything will come real
Free like the bird in the tree, we won't worry everything will come real
Yes, we free like the bird in the tree we runni' from the penitentiary
This is the time for we liberty, Hail Mary, Hail Mary

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days

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Cold Rock A Party - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Cold Rock A Party
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Lana Michelle Moorer, Rashad Smith

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Lyric:
To the L, to the Y and the T to the E
So get ready cause I want everybody to say this with me
Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house

Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard
I get my bodyguard, You get that booty scarred, I'm a veteran
Which means that I've been in the game too long
Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I've been putting it
Down ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of
The M I C, I go for broke, Never giving it less than the best
Lots of years in the game at your request, You like the rhyme
Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, Fly that's me
The epitome of what a real MC is supposed to be, Fucking you up
Every time that I drop, Fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot
I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look
It ain't hard to tell that I

Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting
It's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm next to none
Cause I'm claiming no set, Don't plan to get down
Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm resting in Studio City
For the fun, if you don't understand just say you don't (nah!)
And don't wait for me to explain cause I won't
You see it's in my nature to be the best, West to East
See East to West, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live
Showing an MC how to survive. Cause it's crazy how I
Get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses
That can back this ruffnecks from New York to LA
Been down with me since Poor George
It's '96 it's all about show and prove and I'm about to
Make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well
And if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I

Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

Get out my shit, Please let me be, I don't see why you KGB
Why you gotta be all up on me like that, Trying to get over
Like a fat rat, but I understand I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop
And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on
You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn
And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with
A pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta
Lot of gear from everywhere that I'd like to share (yeah right!)
But I'd rather do Kani, Don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done
All on the catwalk, What they've ever done for you
You betta get down with your real crew, Cause I ride the beat
And I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I

Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E
Rock the house and rock the house

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Cold Rock A Party (Remix) - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Cold Rock A Party (Remix)
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Lana Michelle Moorer, Rashad Smith

Lyric:
To the L, to the Y and the T to the E
So get ready, 'cause I want everybody to say this with me
Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house

Now I cold rock a party in a B-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard
I get my bodyguard, you get that booty scarred, I'm a veteran
Which means that I've been in the game too long
Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I've been putting it

Down ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of
The M I C, I go for broke, never giving it less than the best
Lots of years in the game at your request, you like the rhyme
Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, fly that's me

The epitome of what a real MC is supposed to be, fucking you up
Every time that I drop, fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot
I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look
lt ain't hard to tell that I

Now I cold rock a party in a B-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting
lt's hard to believe I shall prevail 'cause I'm next to none
'Cause I'm claiming no set, don't plan to get down
Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm resting in Studio City

For the fun, if you don't understand just say you don't, nah
And don't wait for me to explain 'cause I won't
You see it's in my nature to be the best, west to east
See east to west, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live

Showing an MC how to survive 'cause it's crazy how I
Get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses
That can back this ruff necks from New York to L.A.
Been down with me since Poor George

It's '96 it's all about show and prove and I'm about to
Make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well
And if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I

Now I cold rock a party in a B-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

Get out my shit, please let me be, I don't see why, you KGB
Why you gotta be all up on me like that, trying to get over
Like a fat rat but I understand I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop
And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on

You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn
And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with
A pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta
Lot of gear from everywhere that I'd like to share, yeah right

But I'd rather do Kani, don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done
All on the catwalk, what they've ever done for you
You betta get down with your real crew, 'cause I ride the beat
And I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I

Now I cold rock a party in a B-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E
Rock the house and rock the house

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Cold Rock A Party (Milk Remix) - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Cold Rock A Party (Milk Remix)
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Lana Michelle Moorer, Rashad Smith

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Lyric:
To the L, to the Y and the T to the E
So get ready, 'cause I want everybody to say this with me
Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house

Now I cold rock a party in a B-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard
I get my bodyguard, you get that booty scarred, I'm a veteran
Which means that I've been in the game too long
Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I've been putting it

Down ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of
The M I C, I go for broke, never giving it less than the best
Lots of years in the game at your request, you like the rhyme
Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, fly that's me

The epitome of what a real MC is supposed to be, fucking you up
Every time that I drop, fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot
I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look
lt ain't hard to tell that I

Now I cold rock a party in a B-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting
lt's hard to believe I shall prevail 'cause I'm next to none
'Cause I'm claiming no set, don't plan to get down
Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm resting in Studio City

For the fun, if you don't understand just say you don't, nah
And don't wait for me to explain 'cause I won't
You see it's in my nature to be the best, west to east
See east to west, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live

Showing an MC how to survive 'cause it's crazy how I
Get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses
That can back this ruff necks from New York to L.A.
Been down with me since Poor George

It's '96 it's all about show and prove and I'm about to
Make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well
And if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I

Now I cold rock a party in a B-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

Get out my shit, please let me be, I don't see why, you KGB
Why you gotta be all up on me like that, trying to get over
Like a fat rat but I understand I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop
And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on

You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn
And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with
A pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta
Lot of gear from everywhere that I'd like to share, yeah right

But I'd rather do Kani, don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done
All on the catwalk, what they've ever done for you
You betta get down with your real crew, 'cause I ride the beat
And I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I

Now I cold rock a party in a B-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E
Rock the house and rock the house

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Cold Rock A Party (Mc Lyte Main Version) - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Cold Rock A Party (Mc Lyte Main Version)
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Lana Michelle Moorer, Rashad Smith

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Lyric:
To the L, to the Y and the T to the E
So get ready, 'cause I want everybody to say this with me
Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house

Now I cold rock a party in a B-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard
I get my bodyguard, you get that booty scarred, I'm a veteran
Which means that I've been in the game too long
Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I've been putting it

Down ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of
The M I C, I go for broke, never giving it less than the best
Lots of years in the game at your request, you like the rhyme
Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, fly that's me

The epitome of what a real MC is supposed to be, fucking you up
Every time that I drop, fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot
I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look
lt ain't hard to tell that I

Now I cold rock a party in a B-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting
lt's hard to believe I shall prevail 'cause I'm next to none
'Cause I'm claiming no set, don't plan to get down
Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm resting in Studio City

For the fun, if you don't understand just say you don't, nah
And don't wait for me to explain 'cause I won't
You see it's in my nature to be the best, west to east
See east to west, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live

Showing an MC how to survive 'cause it's crazy how I
Get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses
That can back this ruff necks from New York to L.A.
Been down with me since Poor George

It's '96 it's all about show and prove and I'm about to
Make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well
And if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I

Now I cold rock a party in a B-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

Get out my shit, please let me be, I don't see why, you KGB
Why you gotta be all up on me like that, trying to get over
Like a fat rat but I understand I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop
And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on

You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn
And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with
A pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta
Lot of gear from everywhere that I'd like to share, yeah right

But I'd rather do Kani, don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done
All on the catwalk, what they've ever done for you
You betta get down with your real crew, 'cause I ride the beat
And I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I

Now I cold rock a party in a B-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E
Rock the house and rock the house

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Horsementality - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Horsementality
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): John Austin, Germaine Williams, Ricardo Brown, Melvin Lewis, Walter Reed

Lyric:
The beginnin' of the end niggaz
Yeah, we gon' rock this shit forever
The alpha and the amega, the Canibus'll make your eyes redder
Fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout cheddar

Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt wit Canibus
Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut motherfucker
Wavin' the four-four

I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece
Blastin', they let assassins loose on the street
Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats
I toss fire at niggaz, motherfuck the six
The condos is supposed to be flip bricks
All thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga

I'll throw some fucked up kicks on
Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up
Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up

'Cause we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt
See I'm off the wall nigga, Horse mentality
I'm a Horseman nigga and that's all I'll be

See I'm tired of the sparkly shit, niggaz talkin' shit
I wanna see the streets dark again, let the heaters spark again
Police callin' all cars often powerful as a motherfuckin' Vulcan

My specialty is poetically, lyrically
Eenergetically, ultra magnetically Dogg Pound pedigree
Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch
Only grimy shit, dirty shit, holocaust in thirty-thirty shit

Missile flick assassin Sicilian, kill women and kill men
And kidnap children, for vengeance in the name of the Horsemen
Slice your Achilles tendon, the Headless Horseman
And we abide by, the code of the streets
The makings of a real MC, yeah, bitch

So just abide by what you ride by
'Cause we abide, by what we ride by
Just abide by what you ride by
'Cause we abide, by what we ride by

What the fuck y'all done started four apocalyptic prophets
Appearin' outta floatin' objects, wearin' Middle Western garments
Long trench coats with our hands in our pockets
Slappin' all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded
Swear by our forefathers
Anything you speak, think, or show will be disregarded

Then I drag your frightened ass through the darkness
Bring you out the other side, as a carcass
I'm heartless, regardless if y'all claim to be Gods or Goddess
To me, y'all all garbage, I see all of y'all as movin' targets
And my lyrics be the atomic rockets, cosmic vomic, spittin'
Hittin' at y'all Vietnam vets wit military arms and bombs
Strapped to our chest castin' meteor storms and comets

Now, who wanna make the next Ras comment
And be the first one left unconscious?
After I squeeze your head like the Charmin'
Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat
And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts
Satanically sacrifice your ass like an occult

Have your seance inside of a dark synagogue
We was lyrically sent to y'all
Like the Men of God to put a end to y'all
I sniff bites like dogs to get the scent of y'all
Horsemen, we be scorchin' when we be walkin'
With the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin

Let's air it out like the breeze
Now watch me do one-armed handstands
And hang these Nut's over seven continents and seven seas
Streets is Lebanese
Be rockin' Bulgari wrist watches and sniper marines

Most of these MC's can't even rap, just model and go gold
And get big-headed like they swallowin' colleges
I spit empty grave sites, rap stars fill 'em up
You what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck

Me? I ain't even in my prime
When I write my dopest rhyme, Western civilization declines
Catch me hoppin' off the A train in a New York state of mind
But I rep West side, so I keep L.A. time

That's a three-hour difference
So when my bitch is a six, she's really a nine
In seven days, she'd still be a dime
Call me Blaze Sky walker hittin' jugular veins
Crack open your skull wit a paper weight and suck out your brains

Kiddo, I be doin' my thug-thizzo for shizzo
And the wife of a careless man is almost a widow
So what's happening, from P.I. to '99 Madden
Since police be jackin' blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig Latin
Uck fay ou yay itch bay at lay a igga nay play and free Keith Murray

Yo, yo, yo, I kick a verse at six-hundred and sixty-six megahertz
Make lightnin' flash across the sky every time I curse
Six-hundred and sixty-six flashes
Give out six-hundred and sixty-six lashes
To the backs of six-hundred and sixty-six
Master of Ceremony has beens
Put a crown of thorns on whoever the king of rap is

If he's a Catholic I nail him to a crucifix
Then I beat him till he's blackish-blueish
Then perform acupuncture wit six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks
Beat 'em with two whips, with pieces of broken glass glued to it

Your whole crew get spayed and neutered
As soon as I aim and shoot it, you get sprayed with bullets
Your armored cars and your Kevlar vest, is useless
I'ma fuck all of you pussies like group sex

You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment
For bitin' off another nigga's shit, you bitch
You got caught, now you on the other side of the law
Snitchin' on mad niggaz in a soundproof court

To get some of your sentence knocked off, you wildin'
But you still be in Riker's Island gettin' forced to toss salads
You scared of that, wit a phobia fear of that
I'ma tape it on the digital video DAT

And send a copy to Miramax leave you exposed
Turn all the fiction to fact, so everybody will know
You a sucker-ass nigga, father-fuckin' ass nigga
That got fucked in the ass by your father figure

(No matter who?)
I'll bruise and bash you, blast you
Autograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattoo
Deliverin' mind blowin' rhymes and poems
Controllin' my tongue when I'm flowin' like pilot controlled Boeing
When I get bitten, I bite back, Quicker than Tyson attacks

I don't give a fuck if I don't get my license back, so, take caution
The four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop Northward MC's take caution
The four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop Northward motherfuckers, yeah

So just abide by, what your ride by
'Cause we abide by, what we ride by
Just abide by, what your ride by
'Cause we abide by what we ride by, ha

Wavin the four, four, all you heard was, "Priest, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four, four, all you heard was, "Bis, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four, four, all you heard was, "Ras, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four, four, aiyyo Kurupt, hit them niggaz wit the hardcore

Yeah, nigga, I'm headless without thoughts
With my motherfuckin' arms crossed
I transform from a Dogg to a Horse
Took over the whole race course

To throw the jockey off the saddle
Now, who the fuck really wanna battle?
Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missile
Let it whistle, they fall fuckin' round wit the Dogg
I'm a hog

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B - Boy Bouillabaisse - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: B - Boy Bouillabaisse
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, John Robert King, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Michael Simpson

Lyric:
(A) 59 Christie Street

There's a girl over there
With long brown hair
I took her to the place
I threw the mattress in her face

Took off her shirt
Took off her bra
Took off her pants
You know that I saw

A wick-wick-wack

(B) Get On The Mic

One, two

Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song
Out to my main homie, Mike D

Alright, lets kick it
Ready, go

Get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they be missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to

You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus
One half science, and another half soul
Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll

Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no

So just get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Well Mike D is a special individual
Pulling out knots, and pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the Rolos, the cholos riding slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo

Mike, my stromy don't be so selfish
Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish

At the fever

(C) Stop That Train

It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose, and so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation

This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking

Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman tell my homeboy "Yo, put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown

Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D-Train

{Stop that train, I wanna get off}

Check it

Trench coat wing tip going to work
And you be pulling a train like you're Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz

Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the sliding door
Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity

A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck, tortoise. Your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'

Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times

Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog. From who? George Drakoulias

(D) Year And A Day

MC, for what I am, and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true

So as pray and hope and the message is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D were born to MC

And my body and soul and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed, but cuffed and indicted

Enter the arena as I take the center stage
The lights set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed is special

I am the one and I am the master
I am the king and this is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but videos those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last

And you can bet your ass

I drop the L when I'm skiing, I'm smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong

Broke my bindings, the lion with wings
Preaching his word in the B-Boy sing
I am one with myself as I turn to The
I prefer the dreams to the reality

I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day

Come what may

I'm fishing in my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
Fishing for a line inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my window pane

Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the same
So once again the mirror raised
And I see myself as clear as day

And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though Somebody somewhere is testing me
He who sees the end from the beginning of time
Looking forward through all the ages
Is, was, and always shall be
Check the prophetic sections of the pages

Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave
He goes by the name of Disco Dave

Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave
Disco Dave

(E) Hello Brooklyn

Hello Brooklyn

New York, New York, it's a hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials

I quit my job, I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss because I don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle

'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say

I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor

'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a question, then you will get your answer

Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt
M.O.N.E.Y. the belt
I stay at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the permit

You know why?
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die}

(F) Dropping Names

(Take PCP)

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

Well if your world was all black, and if your world was all white
When yhen you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?
I'm nicknamed Shamrock, but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tip because my homey is famous

My name is not O'Houigheighi, nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak man, you know I'd be a lying
Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it
{Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it}

(G) Lay It On Me

Lay it on me now
Not so hard man

Yo, I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo

Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
Man you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man

Well, your face turns as red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum

With that big round butt of yours, I'd like to butter your muffin
I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
Stuffin', stuffin'

Stuff it buddy

(H) Mike On the Mic

Here's another one for ya'll to peep
It's called MIKE on the MIC, see?

I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter

I've never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
You might know this, but you've never been to see
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D

I shed light like cats shed fur
Ride around town like a Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
So If you don't know me then pardon my shyness

I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
{It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it}

(I) A.W.O.L

DJ Hurricane

When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When Hurricane's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
He goes A.W.O.L.

Saint James in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible], whatchyu gonna do?
Got busy in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Dust Brothers in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Mike G in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Whodini's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Hollis Crew, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

Jazzy Jay in the house
Bad Brains in the house
Original Concept in the house

Good night Amsterdam

Now I want you all to break this down

To all the girls
To all the girls

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101 North - Lyrics - Tomahawk

Title: 101 North
Artist: Tomahawk
Composer(s): Duane Denison, Mike Patton, Kevin Rutmanis, John Stanier

Lyric:
Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride

Eagles swirl and they pick up the bones
I'll shut you down like a bank on a Sunday
The engine has no stories to tell because there's no-one to tell 'em to
The last drugstore has sold the very last pill

Out on the road and I am high enough, thumb's up
You're pullin' over, gonna pick me up, shut up
The rusty wiper blades move along, in song
Having a lonely body in your car, shut up

My piece is in your ear movin' fast, thinkin' clear
I'll squeeze if you don't steer and follow the line straighter, shut up
You are the bullet, I am the gun, I won
Screw on the silencer and have some fun

Gray highway deserting me
Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way

Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride

Treading water in an ocean of champagne
You blow a spark plug when you see a drop of blood
And how many joyrides will it take, the sombre spasms harboring
Those pulsing neon hangovers, hang me

It's Friday night, I'm gonna fuck or fight, that's right
This time and all I need is one more ride, shut up
I'm car-jacking on a fine spring afternoon
Don't kid a kidder, don't shit a bullshitter, shut up

I'm hotter than the crack you're cookin' up, heat up
I'm colder than the smack you're jackin' up, shut up
I'm a balloon and I am losin' air, beware
Squeak, ah, squeak, there's blood on me

Gray highway, deserting me
Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way

Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride

Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride
Hitch a ride

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Likkle Youth Man Dem - Lyrics - Boot Camp Clik

Title: Likkle Youth Man Dem
Artist: Boot Camp Clik
Composer(s): Powell Williams Yate P Hendricks, Mcnair Yate

Lyric:
Ride wit me, so easily
To the other side of the Timberland tree
You can walk wit me, smoke freely
On the other of the Timberland tree

Likkle Youth Man dem said, "What's up trooper?"
No disrespect, to Timothy, 'cuz I know how the Utah
You a true star, shine ya light no matter what ya mood for
I got my eye on you, 'cuz you represent the future

We be ya gun busters, your gold rushers
Quick to touch and stuff ya, D.O. quicker picker upper, truth

My mind dwellin', there's no tellin' who you see whore
Ac' and night, pass to the right, 'cuz the weed cause speed ball
Through time laughin', jokin', smokin', talkin' about AK blastin'

Don't make me madder than I am already
Despite it might be a fight, between a loose bullet and a machete
I'm steadily raisin my voice to prove a point
Better be on point, or join inside to put my joint
Like Spike, we might desice to act up
You relax, huh, it was Likkle Youth Man, the attacker

Likkle Youth Man Dem, Likkle, Likkle Youth Man
You can take a walk wit me and see
Likkle, Likkle, Youth Man Dem, Likkle Youth Man
To the other side of the Timberland tree

Ride wit me, so easily
To the other side of the Timberland tree
You can walk wit me, smoke freely
On the other of the Timberland tree

What it is? And welcome to the real world, Dig'
I'm not tryin' to prophecize, I just wanna see ya life
But you insist on bee in face, to let the world mind them
Die die, gon, you curse your mother, wit no problem
And steal a chicken, act fly, you couldn't hold back the cry
When officer mon come give your last pat on ya back side
Offi' take a look at eye, no meet 'em trife and bar
Because I choose Jah and live as Rastafari

You can, touch me, hear me, smell, see and feel me
I pray to God, that makes me real G O D

I see young bloods in the street yards
Talkin' 'bout, peace, God, seen God, became a piece
And nigga slang how hard, to be, but I take you through
If you got a few, do it right, somethin' like the God rule, the yonder do

I see what you mean, I feel, my brother's don't listen
But how to capitalize, is how my rod is fishin'
Deep sea, water, time is gettin' shorter
So books and things, they get tossed upon the brawler

Yea, but a lesson learned is a jewel earned for the keepin'
So I stay reachin' and keep my ass out the precinct

So, whose to say, crews today
Is really what them bullshit out there, that niggas is tryin' to say
Everything I hear, niggas talk about that
They be walkin' the streets, and be off wit the gat
Niggas act like you know, if you don't know how to act
Then ya set ya self up for the Originoo Gunn Clap

We are the wickedest gunn from outta New York
People them talk about them gunn out the buck
You want them to get just brought up, you fooled up
War is in the midst, and the richie wound up deader

Just the other day, my man from around the way
Used to brag to me, how he smoked a pound a day
He said, "Resistance" niggas get hit up wit the instance
Struck from a far, boyakah from a distance

Ride wit me, so easily
To the other side of the Timberland tree
You can walk wit me, smoke freely
On the other of the Timberland tree

As I knowledge the environment, I ascend
On a mission, reminiscin' bout memories missin'
Wishin' bout moves I should of made
Games I should of never played
Nights I should of stayed in the crib

It's been a while since my sun shine
So many dark clouds out tryin' to smother mine
As soon as my boot touch asphalt
Plain clothes and those molds, bee min at my grill, tryin' assault
Out my features, sayin' I match pictures
They had in they possession, said they wanted out for question

No lesson soon that we know never
Where I'm goin', what I'm doin', who, showin' who's proven
All I see is fools gluin' on the corner snoozin'
Choosin' routes that leave them ass out, straight loosin'
Whose in the case to faced for some irrelevant cause
Fightin' was that keep the people back off the walls

Of course you be lookin' out, like feel look out on the spot
'Bout be tooken out, jakes stickin' out, where we hangin' out
So while I'm just tryin' to see how you makin' out
What you thinkin' 'bout, who you thinkin' 'bout
Seein' if it's me then, will it be to make a meanin'
Right now, seems to be the place

Ride wit me, so easily
To the other side of the Timberland tree
You can walk wit me, smoke freely
On the other of the Timberland tree

Ride wit me, so easily
To the other side of the Timberland tree
You can walk wit me, smoke freely
On the other of the Timberland tree

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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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