Robbin' Hood (Cause It Ain'T All Good) - Lyrics - Ice Cube

Title: Robbin' Hood (Cause It Ain'T All Good)
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Victor Taylor, O'Shea Jackson, Mychael Kae Simmons

Lyric:
My job is to tell it like it is
See who the fuck I'ma jack today
Nigga broke, shit and it's early in the mornin'
Today I'm going to tell you the story of Robin Hood

At last, grab my ski-mask out the closet
Now let's see how big did my balls get?
I brush my teeth, it takes a thief
Swervin' 'cause I'm tryin' to roll up the chronic leaf

At a stop sign, I take a hit and hold it in
I cough, now I'm off
Drivin' down the two-lane highway
It's all bad, thinkin' 'bout shit I never had

Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks up his finger like fuck me

Now I gotta follow him home, with my chrome
Send him to the Twilight Zone, it's on
Niggaz say I'm gone 'cause I'm fuckin' with the rich
Say what but they all full of bitch, yeah

Don't need a snitch so I'm rollin' solo
In a straight bucket, no it ain't a low, low
He pulls up to a seven bedroom, eight bath
Oh yeah, he's got to feel the wrath

Pistol to the neck, devil turn off the Westec
And when you're rollin' have mo' respect, bitch
Tied his ass up and took everything I could
A nigga straight robbin', mobbin', back to the hood

All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't all good

All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't all good

Since two-eleven is my favorite number
Fuck squabbin' 'cause I be Robbin' like the Boy Wonder
Holy bandit, leave yo' ass stranded and you know that
Unhook the LoJack, cellular phone under the flo' mat

They wanna say that it's federal
Actin' like your ninety-five Coupe is headed fo'
Beirut they wanna shoot me like a terrorist
But I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm takin' care of this

Trigger finger got blisters
Heard from your sisters, you be rollin' on the twisters
Now when we meet, I can make your heart beat
And make you feel so neat

Or you can get us fifteen
Twenties out the ATM, I'll take all of them, give 'em up
I'm king of the Slim Jim, it's the incredible
Nine-oh-two-one-oh, is where I'm headed foe

Don't need no Merry Men, I fuck around and bury them
If they told, what I stole
Motherfuckers got to know that I'm lethal
Steal from the rich and slide it to my people

All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't all good

I stalk rich ass people like Hudson Hawk
Bitch don't talk, let's take a walk
Nigga got nuttin' to lose, you know the rules
The purse and the jewels or the eleven o'clock news

Which one? Magnum gun to the titties
Makin' scared devils move from my city
With the strong-arm, fuck the long arm of the law
Bitch count to ten and forget who you saw, hurry up

Had to clock her with the handle
'Cause your husband's a thief with an S and L scandal
Don't feel bad if you're stuck up
Nobody move, nobody get, shut the fuck up

I'm nervous, quick to serve this
Heat in yo' meat, make your blood skeet
A nigga just tryin' to get on his feet
So hurry up, rich bitch, before I twitch

She said, "Don't rape me and don't kill me"
Nigga don't want to fuck, yo' filthy ass
Just give me the cash and we good
All I wanna do is rob you on my way to the hood

All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't all good

All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't all good

All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't all good

All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't shit good, yeah

You know somethin' Robbin'? You know somethin' Robbin'?
You know somethin' Robbin'? You know somethin' Robbin'?
You know somethin' Robbin'? You know somethin' Robbin'?
You know somethin' Robbin'? You know somethin' Robbin'?

You know somethin' Robbin'?
You're takin' too many chances, you must be joking
You're takin' too many chances, you must be joking

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The Great - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: The Great
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): Imsomie Leeper, Frederick, J Perren, Earl Simmons, Keni St. Lewis

Lyric:
Wooh, come on
Wooh, uh, uh, wooh
Come on
Wooh

Man, I hear you niggas talkin'
But'choo walkin' the wrong way to really mean it
I done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it
It's a dark road you walkin' on, same street that I be stalkin' on

Suppose to be quiet, but you keep talkin' on
Now ya mouth got you in some shit
So we gon' let everybody see your gangsta ass get smaked like a bitch
Guess I'll remind y'all niggas, I can find y'all niggas

Click click, whats up, walk up right behind y'all niggas
Once the four four hit'cha
You ain't going no where but out the door on a stretcha
Boy, I'ma get'cha

Wet y'all niggas up like a pool
'Cause I done told you
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Yo Knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actin'

Making movies, we'll make a movie
About this shit after is happened
All that yappin', that them niggas is gettin' away with
Take it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain't to be played with

A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin' with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back

A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin' with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back

Most of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog shit
Talkin' shit, but when the fog spits, dog they all split
Then all hit the ground around the same time
In the same frame of mind, thangs up in the nine

Left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behind
Yeah, thats how you do that
And he had such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew that
Fuck you black, you new cats don't know somethin' important

You die quick fuckin' with my shit, and my shits extortin'
House rules, when I speak, y'all niggas listen
I drop jewels that y'all cats can't afford to keep missin'
Drinkin' [unverified] fueled by drugs

Shits about to get real outta hand dog, betta get ya man dog
Rap shit comes second, I'ma show you what a robber do
Mention ice one more time and I'm robbin' you
Tie you up for a week starvin' you

Beatin' the shit outta you everyday
'Cause yo, these niggas gotta pay

A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin' with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back

A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin' with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back

Dog it ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressure
It ain't nothing but another nigga put on a stretcher
With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste
'Cause he was in the wrong place at the wrong time

So I gave it to him in his chest
In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, yes
Ain't a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast
They call me black 'cause that's how I'm gon' be on that ass

Y'all pussy niggas think y'all sweet
But ain't a fuckin' thing going down 'til I eat
So can I beef? You betta while you still got teeth
'Cause they about to get knocked out, hopped out

On that ass with a blast that'll make ya shit drop out
Popped out, through a you know what
'Cause you know why, and you know my
Motherfuckin' name up in this game

And bitch, you know I
Will never be crossed flippin'
But on some east coast terms
New York niggas do, fuck the perms

A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin' with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back

A nigga gotta take the good with the bad
I'm fuckin' with the hood and I'm glad
I wish you understood why I'm mad
'Cause it'd take a lot of pressure of my back

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The Great - Lyrics - Ryde Or Die: Vol.2 - Dmx

Title: The Great
Album: Ryde Or Die: Vol.2
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Imsomie Leeper, Frederick, J Perren, Earl Simmons, Keni St. Lewis

Lyric:
Wooh
Come on
Wooh
Uh, uh, wooh
Come on
Wooh

Uh, uh uh
Man, I hear you niggas talkin
But'choo walkin the wrong way to really mean it
I done heard it, I done seen it, don't get caught up in between it
Its a dark road you walkin on, same street that I be stalkin on
Suppose to be quiet, but you keep talkin on
Now ya mouth got you in some shit
So we gon' let everybody see your gangsta ass get smaked like a bitch
Guess I'll remind y'all niggas, I can find y'all niggas
Click click, whats up, walk up right behind y'all niggas
Once the four four hit'cha
You ain't going no where but out the door on a stretcha
Boy, I'ma get'cha
Wet y'all niggas up like a pool
'Cause I done told you, Y'ALL GON' MAKE ME LOSE MY COOL
Yo Knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actin
Making movies, we'll make a movie about this shit after is happened
All that yappin, that them niggas is gettin away with
Take it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain't to be played with

A nigga gotta take a girl with the back
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back
I wish you understood why I'm back
It would take a lotta pressure off my back
A nigga gotta take a girl with the back
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back
I wish you understood why I'm back
It would take a lotta pressure off my back

Uh, uh, uh
Most of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog shit
Talkin shit, but when the fog spits, dog they all split
Then all hit the ground around the same time
In the same frame of mind, ?thangs up in the nine?
Left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behind
Yeah, thats how you do that
And he had such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew that
Fuck you black, you new cats don't know somethin important
You die quick fuckin with my shit, and my shits extortin
House rules, when I speak, y'all niggas listen
I drop jewels that y'all cats can't afford to keep missin
Drinkin?fueled by drugs
Shits about to get real outta hand dog, betta get ya man dog
Rap shit comes second, I'ma show you what a robber do
Mention ice one more time and I'm robbin you
Tie you up for a week starvin you
Beatin the shit outta you everday, 'cause yo, these niggas gotta pay

A nigga gotta take a girl with the back
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back
I wish you understood why I'm back
It would take a lotta pressure off my back
A nigga gotta take a girl with the back
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back
I wish you understood why I'm back
It would take a lotta pressure off my back

Uh, uh, uh
Dog it ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once I put on the pressure
It ain't nothing but another nigga put on a stretcher
With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste
'Cause he was in the wrong place at the wrong time
So I gave it to him in his chest
In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, YES
Ain't a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast
They call me black 'cause thats how I'm gon' be on that ass
Y'all pussy niggas think y'all sweet
But ain't a fuckin thing going down til I eat
So can I beef? You betta while you still got teeth
'Cause they about to get knocked out, hopped out
On that ass with a blast that'll make ya shit drop out
Popped out, through a you know what
'Cause you know why, and you know my
Motherfuckin name up in this game
And bitch, you know I

Will never be crossed flippin, but on some east coast terms
New York niggas do, fuck the perms

A nigga gotta take a girl with the back
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back
I wish you understood why I'm back
It would take a lotta pressure off my back
A nigga gotta take a girl with the back
I'm fuckin with the hood and I'm back
I wish you understood why I'm back
It would take a lotta pressure off my back

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Why We Die - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: Why We Die
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Busta Rhymes, Earl Simmons, Shawn Carter, P Killer

Lyric:
Uhh, that's some shit
That that that niggaz ain't even seen before
That's that shit!
(Motherfuckers ain't never seen nothing like this before, for real man)
It's goin' down baby, uhh
Uhh! Busta Rhymes
What? Uhh, DMX nigga
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I see ghosts clearly, even though, most don't hear me
They still wanna get near me, fear me, so I'm leary
Kinda eerie what I'm feelin', from the floor, to the ceilin'
Straight through the roof, want the truth?
I kinda miss robbin' and stealin'
'Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin' when I starved
I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard
Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic
He was the only one I knew that I respected
(Why?)

Didn't know why, didn't know what I was livin' was a lie
If I ain't shit then, why should I try
See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood
Real good heart, but up to no good
Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough
The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin' his bluff
When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours
As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin' doors
(Nigga!)

(Why?)
All my niggaz tell me
(Why?)
Tell me
(We die)
'Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word that I curse
With all the agony expressed in this verse
Let me ask my niggaz
(Why?)

My niggaz tell me
(Why?)
Tell me
(We die)
Because we Gods nigga
(And)
We go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground under my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz
(Why?)

They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from
I only got one question to that, why the fuck am I here?
I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please"
But in reality, only people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin' it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's dark
I did my dirt but got a good heart
Shouldn't that count for somethin'?
I was told I'd amount to nothin', most of my childhood
Like [Incomprehensible] it was stuntin' my growth

Separated me from the shit I was wantin' the most
Felt myself comin' close to pumpin' them O's
Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker
Tryin' to, erase my ghosts, chase the smokers
Got demons on both shoulders
Tryin' to chauffeur my life through the streets
In other words nigga my will was weak
Please feel what I speak
This ain't your average ordinary jargon weak rap niggaz be talkin'
This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, 'X and me
To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, 'til we meet niggaz

(Why?)
All my niggaz tell me
(Why?)
Tell me
(We die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word that I curse
With all the agony expressed in this verse
Let me ask my niggaz
(Why?)

My niggaz tell me
(Why?)
Tell me
(We die)
Because we Gods nigga
(And)
We go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground under my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz
(Why?)

I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater
Like a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin'
On a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for everything I stand for
With every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The Demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke

If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure
For my kids with a legacy for my children to follow
You know it's funny how the good die first
Get the peppin' in your steppin' faggot nigga
'Cause you could die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin'
Real niggaz in the midst of droppin' this bomb
Allah blessin' me to rep for the better, and carry on
Somethin' great and keep a nigga name livin' forever!

Now tell me
(Why?)
All my niggaz tell me
(Why?)
Tell me
(We die)
'Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word that I curse
With all the agony expressed in this verse
Let me ask my niggaz
(Why?)

My niggaz tell me
(Why?)
Tell me
(We die)
Because we Gods nigga
(And)
We go the yard nigga
Because I walk the ground under my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz
(Why?)

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Get You Some - Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Title: Get You Some
Album: The Big Bang
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Andre Romell Young, Dawaun Parker, Marsha Ambrosius, Trevor Smith, Che Pope

Lyric:
Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Mansion, lots, planes, phantoms, bitch you better
Go, get you some
Hustlin', jugglin', robbin', stealin' shit, I gotta get this fuckin'

Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to
Go, get you some
Don't stop, nigga, we ain't done, gun it through your fuckin' road block

I'm sayin' who told y'all to let a muhfucker back on the block
With the bullshit, see y'all done fucked up now
Turn the volume up and bang it out the trunk now
You gotta problem son? Imagine how the club sound

Look and see I'm ready to spark it
Soon as I zoom on my target, muhfucker, better roll out the carpet
See the way I comin' through and how I kick in the door
Watch how I coffee grind like never before, the way I wreck from the door

So I mack wit' 'em, passin' 'em, when I'm speakin'
I'm preachin', all my niggaz out in every hood
You tryin' to compete? You better be incredibly good
Niggaz you want heat? I figured you would

That's I waste no time to give it to you niggaz
(This time)
And give you all the jewels in
(This rhyme)
And then I put it down to you all
I can't get enough of it niggaz, I gotta explore
All of my options, I gotta get me plenty more

Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Mansion, lots, planes, phantoms, bitch you better
Go, get you some
Hustlin', jugglin', robbin', stealin' shit, I gotta get this fuckin'

Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to
Go, get you some
Don't stop, nigga, we ain't done, gun it through your fuckin' road block

A lot of niggaz shit sound dated
I'm like Shaq, franchise player just got traded
to the number one team in the league
See I ain't on J. Records, I'm on Dre Records, Aftermath, bitch

You need to learn 'cause you ain't knowin' the half, bitch
And while I'm gone I'm puttin' dough in the stash, bitch
So new and fresh I say it again
So what it do, don't test see I'ma blaze to the end
I'm comin' through, so confess you niggaz know who the kid
I'm like a newborn nigga, that's securing a win

So new and so current and they hate this
The streets'll classify in another level of greatness
I'm here to fix up the game, I'm givin' it a facelift
New and improved, watch the way, I make the game shift
Now watch me swing it out the ballpark
I come to shut it down, don't let the war start while I come to get the

Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Mansion, lots, planes, phantoms, bitch you better
Go, get you some
Hustlin', jugglin', robbin', stealin' shit, I gotta get this fuckin'

Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more
Go, get you some
Fortune, power, fame, passion for this shit you need to
Go, get you some
Don't stop, nigga, we ain't done, gun it through your fuckin' road block

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Shoot Outs - Lyrics - Kiss of Death - Jadakiss

Title: Shoot Outs
Album: Kiss of Death
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): David Styles, Jason T Phillips, Anthony Parino

Lyric:
Let's go
Feds in the precinct lookin' at our picture
If rap don't work, we gonna get it like Guy Fisher
I was taught to ride with them niggas that'll die with ya
Headed OT? Then bring some pies with ya
Buy your man a lambo and tell him to fly with ya
Or throw the nigga jewels and tell him to shine with ya
I shine
You shine

Like smith n wesson you don't wanna feel the ghost
Or the kiss of death n'
Tubs still lift up
So do the sink now
Pablo escobar shit
Buyin' a clink now
Dead presidents shit
Robbin the Brinks now
100 shot tommy guns
Hell of a stink now

J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war

J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war

On the average day we smoke about a quarter
And everythings is bad for a nigga nowadays
So we drink a lot of water
Talk about you, "So rich"
Nigga you, "So bitch"
That your parents probably think they got a daughter
Yeah, we them boys that bring all the terror
We persevered through all the errors

Lay niggas down with all barettas
Everything in the bag, chains, watches
All your leathers
So you can act funny with yourselves
I'm in the hood with dope
Sacks is filled twenty after twelve
A sign of the times kitchen cook 38, 38 treys
That remind you of dimes

J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war

J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war

Hustlers, entreprenaurs
Anything to do with the hood
That's what we responsible for
Battin' you down
Knifin' you up
Stompin' your jaw
Bail a nigga out for stealin' something out on the tour
And they makin' technology to trya nd screw niggas

I'm good long as an old gun will kill a new nigga
Yall dudes with 9 lives got one life left
And controversy sells but it ain't like death
So pop him in the head 'til his brains start to fizz on him
I ain't sell my soul to the devil, I bought his from him
Waitin' on the day, they say Jesus is gonna come
So God bless yall niggas 'cuz I'm sneezing with my gun

Ah-choo
Bless you
You ain't D Block or Double R nigga
No doubt imma stretch you
Imma shoot back 10 feet
Imma catch you
Real brutal shit
Make sure I snap your neck too
S L R or the Aston Mar'
Lamborghini or the Porsche with the crashin' bars

Iced out
Or wear no ice at all
100 G's on the dice game
Life's a ball
Listen up, if you real get real estate
We the best in the game, that ain't a real debate
And they never had AK's peelin' face
'Cuz it's written in the starts for us to seal your fate
Time to skate

J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war

J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war

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Death Trap - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Death Trap
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Tyrone Thomas, Arnold Hamilton, August Moon, Anthony Berkeley, Robert Diggs, Paul Huston

Lyric:
The Masta, the Ase-Inc
Lost is the ghetto dweller trapped in a cage
There?s no way out of the death trap

You can?t come back, back
No matter what you do when you fall in a death trap
You can?t come back, back
No matter what you do when you fall

Time and time again life?s getting shorter
Fear in the air what appears is the border
A nigga named, Stef, was shootin' up meth
With some coke, had a stroke, so I chilled for his death

Time has arrived, four in one mind
All the sin steppin' in, on my face, there?s a grin
Another dumb vic, once moved, now step
Grabbed 'em by the wrist, come to the abyss

Meet Katie, abortion was known with this lady
A Ph.D, many degrees, had Mercedes car
She took it to a bar got lit like a skunk, got drunk
Danced rather bumped

Boom, she took the car to the nigga?s pad
She didn?t want to kick it, so the bitch got stabbed
Wrong place and wrong time don?t exist no more
Or for according to the Gravedigga law
So watch what you do ?fore a fool talks back
And behold, riding on your shoulder's a death trap, yo

You can?t come back, back
No matter what you do when you fall in a death trap
You can?t come back, back
No matter what you do when you fall

This crab named Black, brother sell up crack
And it?s a natural fact in his pockets he had stacks
Bad ass beemer he drove 'cause he sold his soul
To get a hold of the chrome and gold

True, he felt good as he walked his hood
Bein' hunted every night like a bear in the woods
See cops play the role of a fox
If they catch your ass out on the block, ock
It?s back to the penalty box

But Black was the type that was like
?Yo fuck the C-cipher, I got to get papes?
Every night, trailed but you came for kills
C-cipher, ain?t the only niggaz on the bill

He had like a quarter mil stashed on him
With the click, came through and he blasted' em
So perhaps, you?re catchin' mad snap like that
Nigga black, smack but you caught by the death trap

You can?t come back, back
No matter what you do when you fall in a death trap
You can?t come back, back
No matter what you do when you fall

You can?t come back, back
No matter what you do when you fall in a death trap
You can?t come back, back
No matter what you do when you fall

Bitch, she had a body like a Lexus coupe
Her step father was robbin' the cradle, bangin' the boots
Her heartbeat increased at night, she couldn?t sleep
Daddy dearest was bringin' her grief between sheets

Deep scars invaded her soul, force and mind
Six years of torture, started at age nine
At age sixteen, already an old maid
Deceived, she was caught like Freddy in a bad dream

Meanwhile her body is being defiled
Tellin' her mother only brought a stage of denial
Moms followed Pop's the low down
Led to a showdown for a week, shit, slowed down

But one night overcome by lust
Father Duke's tried to score just one more thrust
He should?ve held back, the RZA got an Axe
Gave his dick forty whacks and threw his ass in the death

You can?t come back

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