Running Down The Way Up - Lyrics - Bt

Title: Running Down The Way Up
Artist: Bt
Composer(s): Kirsty Hawkshaw, Mike Truman, Brian Wayne Transeau

Lyric:
The lower centers in me revolve around
Derive their meaning from my self will
As I watch the sun highlight your Midas touch
Conscious light gets through somehow

Yet I always fail to notice
Yet I always fail to notice
I'm always headed for the ground

Running down the way up

The visible effect runs through my blood
As I watch the sun highlight your Midas touch
Conscious light gets through somehow
I always fail to notice
I'm heading for the ground

Has desire found a shady avenue?
(Standing above, below me)
Has desire found a shady avenue?
(Standing above, below me)
And I always fail to notice
Yet, I always fail to notice

Always running down the way up
And you're standing there
(Running down)
Always running down the way up
And you're standing there
(Running down)

Always running down the way up
And you're standing there
(Running down)
Always running down the way up
And you're standing there
(Running down)

And if we doubt we can hardly hope to shine
And the sun could eventually be outshone

Always running down the way up
And you're standing there
(Running down)
Always running down the way up
And you're standing there
(Running down)

Always running down the way up
And you're standing there
(Running down)
Always running down the way up
And you're standing there
(Running down)
The way up

And conscious light gets through somehow
Yet, I fail to notice
Then I'm heading for the ground
Always running down the way up

Always running down the way up
And you're standing there
(Running down)
Always running down the way up
And you're standing there
(Running down)
The way up

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No Shorts, No Losses - Lyrics - E. 1999 Eternal - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: No Shorts, No Losses
Album: E. 1999 Eternal
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Bone D J U-Neek Kenny Mccloud

Lyric:
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

I'm taking a swig of the 'burb word
Downing my fifth and I swerve
Drunk as I bend on the curb
Get up to purchase some herbs
To ease up my nerves
While a nigga got rocks to serve

Heard about thugs and hustlas
But never knew none like us before
We junking them off in dumpsters
Suck these thuggish, ruggish nuts
Peep this cut

Make a nigga wanna do some dirt
Putting in work, gotta hit 'em where it hurts
Putting it down, Bone first
And I hit 'em wid the Ouija curse
Them worse to worst

Dog, if you wanting to test Bone
The consequences are fatal
Ready be strapped, papped wid me sawed off
Clack back 'cause I believe in me label

Ruthless and we steady be putting it down
Just for the love of money, yeah
For the love of the wasteland Claire
For the love that brought me here

Dropping piece to the double glock
Ready when the trouble knocks, pop pop ya pistol now
If a nigga wanna run up, gun up
Put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down

Harmony smooth wid the thug shit
Mo' Murda to the fool that clone
Five niggas loc'd out wid the roughness
And it's war trying crab these Bones

Bring on ya stretchers, ya dearly departed
Ya rest in the coffin for daring to cross this
Come and get that ass tossed by the boss bitch
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Nigga come fuck wid me now
Krayzie that nigga that pump pump
Nigga that's my daily thang
Down wid the bang bang, swanging them thangs
It really don't matter, man, insane to the brain

My niggas, so how could you ever compete with the trigger?
Bitch, if you decide you want some of this now
Bite one bid and nigga, we're coming to cut ya
Everyday be the same old
Still gotta flip on the same hoe

Niggas that be trying to study the thugs
But nigga, back up, it's a Bone thing, what?
Never taking no shorts or no losses
Creeping up outta me clik, see
'Mo' Murda', 'Mo' Murda' and Ouija will be with me
Creeping on a come up doing it for the love of money

Stalking gat fools walking jack moves
Ready to pap you if we have too
Remember me, no surrender
Kill 'em and lay 'em up deep in ah coffin
Me no pretender
Leatherface taking no shorts or no losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Ain't taking no shorts or no losses tossing
Niggas all up in them coffins
They don't know when they run up, I gun 'em
Gotta let 'em know who the boss is
See, pop, pop let 'em drop

Mo' Thug, them niggas is nothing but killas
We creeping, we needing mo' money
We sick and we cold and we hungry
(Huh)
I'm loving my thugstas
My clik consist of nothing but hustlas
The nigga you know that'll hurt ya

Serve and murda all bustas now
Hard times, gotta grind, get mine
Even if it means pap, that's ya life
And a nigga gotta die by the sword
The gauge, my nine and my knife

Cocking, I pump my slugs all up in ya, now what?
Shoot a bitch just like a nigga
Ain't no favor, trigger, you fall
It's Wish Bone, no shorts, gotta get mine
Yeah, it's my time
Me and my thugs smoking, choking
Let a nigga P.O.D, off that wine

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Remember when that dog jumped out of the Darkside
Come creep in the barrel, bitch, if you test my hood
It'll be your loss, even if you bring your click
Get tossed and it'd do you no good

Can't fuck wid my gang, no thang
And the bullets they ring out
Strangle the man and drug 'em up off the Claire
We strip 'em and beat they brains out

I gotta give Ps to all ah my Trues
Steadily paying them dues
We niggas wid nothing to lose
Tripping and sipping on brews and acting a fool

Mo' Thug be loving to smoke mo bud
Fiend for the green leaves
Nigga, quick, pull out them trees
I pull out me cheese
Now gimme now what me need

Remember, me killa cap peeler
Still a realer nigga and I'm on to dig ya
So bitch if ya run up, I'm bound to rip ya
Me put in me work, pulling me bullets, it hurt
Better run to chalk it
Digging ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood
See the Bone'll take no shorts or losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Bone, y'all Bone, nigga, that's starting some shit up, what?
Little Ripster get you cleared up thugs
All of my muthafuckas show they nuts and guts
Running up out the cut, pumping bucks

Ready ta fuck you up, must bust them
And steady be dumping thugging on the Claire, oh, yeah
Let's smoke out on 88th jumping wid playas
When me forty four let go, feeling the glock, glock roll
95th gunning outta the window
We peeping out the few coming outta the back do'

Hang, on the Darkside ride,
Pick up your tec and let fly, why?
I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine nine
Ride, me killa, gravedigga nigga, coming up out my trench
Rest in peace and running from the holice
Jumping that barbed wire fence

Hitting the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazing
Gotta watch for the po-po raising up, up on me
Turn around and face 'em
Pump, pump and fade 'em now

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Heads Up - Lyrics - Baby Aka The #1 Stunna

Title: Heads Up
Artist: Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Composer(s): A Nelson, D Boys, Kedrick Moore, Phalon Alexander, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

Aye, I heard it was a murder
Robbing and kidnapping, lil one with that jaw jacking
Saying that he stacking ain't packing that tool go to clapping
You hear that, move out before the

Man I don't like that nigga anyway
I heard he been ratting
We can drag him to the river Stone
Nah, leave him for Patrice

I'm a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum, slow down
I came with the four pounds so fucking let it go down
I'm tired of them niggas talking, I'm letting the trigga sparker
Bull dog barking, Cadillac done did 'em awful

He ratting, stooping, bitching, and busting balls
Say Lac, I'ma send this nigga to the mall, it is what it is
It's one way in dog, heads up
Grab on them K-9 dogs

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

Stunna a street nigga, straight up make him act as money
And I don't sleep nigga, I stay up in a black 600
I play for keeps nigga, so pay up, ain't jacking nothing
The price is cheap nigga, heads up, crackers coming

See I'm a known D Boy so they hits my spot
Put my homies on they knees and they check for rocks
So we change stash spots 'cause the blocks is hot
On the rag-less cars so they can't clip my spots

The Caprice's on the block moving slowly
That's the motherfucking police
Here come the laws nigga heads up
Better raise up Big chips if ya made something

Move, move out nigga
They coming through, what about the traffic daddy?
Nigga, fuck you, heads up you know what to do
You best to break, run, 'cause nigga they coming through

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

They told me put my hands on the car and show me your hands
I had some raw in my draws so I broke out and ran
I can't afford to be busted 'til my money advance
But I'm running with the Bird man so I'm straight nigga

I'm on the block with the rocks and the 44
It's so hot and we still burn a pound of dro'
Million stashed in the trunk or compartment doors
A hundred birds stashed in a Bentley four door

I'm sticking to tha G-Code, Tees and Bauts
Break it up [Incomprehensible] covered in rocks
Got a bitch on every exit that's holding my blocks
And I drive a [Incomprehensible] but keep my Lexus by my older shops

Streets watching, I know that's why I'm on my shit
When them people riding with four doors up my click
Showing them off to rookie cops to watch out for me
And I know this from crooked cops that get blocks from me

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

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Heads Up - Lyrics - Birdman - Birdman

Title: Heads Up
Album: Birdman
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): A Nelson, D Boys, Kedrick Moore, Phalon Alexander, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

Aye, I heard it was a murder
Robbing and kidnapping, lil one with that jaw jacking
Saying that he stacking ain't packing that tool go to clapping
You hear that, move out before the

Man I don't like that nigga anyway
I heard he been ratting
We can drag him to the river Stone
Nah, leave him for Patrice

I'm a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum, slow down
I came with the four pounds so fucking let it go down
I'm tired of them niggas talking, I'm letting the trigga sparker
Bull dog barking, Cadillac done did 'em awful

He ratting, stooping, bitching, and busting balls
Say Lac, I'ma send this nigga to the mall, it is what it is
It's one way in dog, heads up
Grab on them K-9 dogs

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

Stunna a street nigga, straight up make him act as money
And I don't sleep nigga, I stay up in a black 600
I play for keeps nigga, so pay up, ain't jacking nothing
The price is cheap nigga, heads up, crackers coming

See I'm a known D Boy so they hits my spot
Put my homies on they knees and they check for rocks
So we change stash spots 'cause the blocks is hot
On the rag-less cars so they can't clip my spots

The Caprice's on the block moving slowly
That's the motherfucking police
Here come the laws nigga heads up
Better raise up Big chips if ya made something

Move, move out nigga
They coming through, what about the traffic daddy?
Nigga, fuck you, heads up you know what to do
You best to break, run, 'cause nigga they coming through

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

They told me put my hands on the car and show me your hands
I had some raw in my draws so I broke out and ran
I can't afford to be busted 'til my money advance
But I'm running with the Bird man so I'm straight nigga

I'm on the block with the rocks and the 44
It's so hot and we still burn a pound of dro'
Million stashed in the trunk or compartment doors
A hundred birds stashed in a Bentley four door

I'm sticking to tha G-Code, Tees and Bauts
Break it up [Incomprehensible] covered in rocks
Got a bitch on every exit that's holding my blocks
And I drive a [Incomprehensible] but keep my Lexus by my older shops

Streets watching, I know that's why I'm on my shit
When them people riding with four doors up my click
Showing them off to rookie cops to watch out for me
And I know this from crooked cops that get blocks from me

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)

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Root Down - Lyrics - Dispatch

Title: Root Down
Artist: Dispatch
Composer(s): Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Jimmy Smith, Mike Diamond

Lyric:
Root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my boot down
So how you gonna kick it, gonna kick it root down
Yeah, how you gonna kick it, gonna kick it root down
So how you gonna kick it, gonna kick it root down
Gonna break or damn, gonna kick it root down

It's not a put down, I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
I'm like sweetie pie by the stone alliance
Everbody knows I'm known for dropping science
I'm electric like Dick Hyman
I guess you'd expect to catch the crew rhymin'
Never let you down with the stereo sound
So Mike, get on the mic and turn it out

We're talking root down, I put my root down
And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down
I said root down, it's time to scoot down
I'm a step up to the mic in my goose down
Come up representing from the upper west
Money makin' putting me to the test
Sometimes I feel as low, I've been blessed
Because I'm doing what I want, so I never rest

Well, I'm not coming out goofy like the fruit of the loom guys
Just strutting like the meters with the look-ka py py
'Cause downtown Brooklyn is where I was born
But when the snow is falling, then I am gone
You might think that I'm a fanatic
A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic
But we kick it from the root when we break it on down
Jimmy Smith is my man, I wanna give him a pound

I kick it root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
So how you wanna kick it, gonna kick it root down
Yes, how we gonna kick it, we gonna kick it root down
So how we gonna kick it, gonna kick it root down
We gonna break it or damn, gonna kick it root down

Well, Ad Rock, don't stop, come on
Just get on the mic with the tic and the tac

I'll fill you with the fuckin' rim like brim
I'm walking down your block and you say that's him
There goes the guy with the funky sound
The Beastie Boys, you know we come to get down
Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick
And say oh my God, that's the funky shit
So I'm going to pass the mic and cause a panic
The original nasal kid is doing damage

Every morning I took the train to High Street station
Doing homework on the train, what a fucked up situation
On the way back up hearing battle tapes
Through the underground, underneath the sky scrapes
It's like Harlem world battles on the Zulu beat show
It's Kool Moe D. vs. Busy Bee, there's one you should know
Enough of that, I just want to give some respect due
M.C.A. grab the mic and the ma bell will connect you

Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight
If dancin' prays to the Lord, then I shall feel alright
It feels good to play a little music
Tears running down my face 'cause I love to do it
And no one can stop this flow from flowing on
A flow master in disaster with a sound that's gone
I'll give a little shout out to my dad and mom
For bringing me into this world and so on

I kick it root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
So how we gonna kick it, gonna kick it root down
Yeah, how you wanna kick it, gonna kick it root down
So how we gonna rock it, gonna kick it root down
Gonna break it or damn, gonna kick it root down

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Root Down - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Root Down
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Jimmy Smith, Mike Diamond

Lyric:
That's a record

I kick it root down
I put my root down
I kick it root down
I put my root down

So are we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Are you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down

So are we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Gonna break it all down
Gonna kick it root down

It's not a put down, I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
I'm like sweetie pie by the stone alliance
Everybody know I'm known for dropping science

I'm electric like Dick Hyman
I guess you'd expect to catch the crew rhymin'
Never let you down with the stereo sound
So mike, get on the mic and turn it out

We're talking root down, I put my root down
And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down
I said it's root down, it's time to scoot down
I know I'm step up to the mic in my goose down

Come up represent from the upper west
Money makin' put me to the test
Sometimes I feel as though I've been blessed
'Cause I'm doing what I want so I never rest

Well I'm not coming out goofy like the fruit of the loom guys
Just strutting like the meters with the look-ka py py
'Cause downtown Brooklyn is where I was born
But when the snow is falling then I'm gone

You do might think that I'm a fanatic
A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic
So kick it from the root when we break it on down
Jimmy Smith is my man I want to give him a pound

I kick it root down
I put my root down
I kick it root down
I put my root down

So are you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
So are we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down

So are we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Break it all down
Gonna kick it root down

Ad Rock, don't stop,just get on the mic with the tic and the toc
I'm gonna fill you with the fuckin' rim like brim
I'm walking down your block and you say that's him
There goes the guy with the funky sound
The Beastie Boys you know we come to get down

Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick and say
"Oh my God that's the funky shit"
So I'm a pass the mic and cause a panic
The original nasal kid is doing damage

Every morning took the train to high street station
Doing homework on the train, what a fucked up situation
On the way back up hearing battle tapes
Through the underground, underneath the sky scrapes

It's like Harlem world battles on the Zulu beat show
It's kool moe D'vs busy bee there's one you should know
Enough of that just want to give some respect due M.C.A.
Grab the mic and the ma bell connect you

Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight
If dancin' prays to the Lord then I will feel alright
I feel a good to play a little music
Tears running down my face 'cause I love to do it

And no one can stop this flow from flowing on
A flow master of disaster with a sound that's gone
I'll take a little shout out to my dad and mom
For bringing me into this world and so on

I kick it root down
I put my root down
I kick it root down
I put my root down

So are we gonna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
Are you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down

So are we gonna fuck it?
Gonna kick it root down
Break it all down
Gonna kick it root down, down

[Incomprehensible]
And that's a record, that's a record [Incomprehensible]
And that's a record, that's a record [Incomprehensible]
And that's a record, that's a record [Incomprehensible]
Oh now that's a record

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Money Stretch - Lyrics - Lil Zane

Title: Money Stretch
Artist: Lil Zane
Composer(s): Willie Beck, Kenneth E Jones, Dominic Warren, Marshall Jones, Leroy Bonner, James L. Williams, Marvin Pierce, Clarence Satchell, Zane Jr Copeland, Ralph Middlebrooks

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Lyric:
What? What?
Money stretch
Lil' Zane, what'cha saying?
ATL's finest, what? What?

Man you can check my lifestyle
And see that I'm quite wild
Seven twenty-eight night child
Universal and versatile

You study my style
Trying to live spiritual
And y'all looking now
I can see right now

Y'all will never understand me
I call my best friend, my family
Until they cross me
Alcohol and weed cost me

So I limit it
Running niggas over like Emmit did without a squad
Drag you about a hundred yards
Many bumps and scars

Pull out in the hottest cars with my entourage
Smoke more L's than Debarge
With connects worldwide like Macintosh
I practice living large

Niggas out of town don't understand these kids
(Say what?)
Niggas comin' to get me can't find where I live
I got two or three cribs stack the mill in the mill
Y'all get none of this dough shit y'all fiends stay ill

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, it's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, now throw your hands up

Name rings up in Hollywood
But I'mma true nigga, I'mma stay Hollyhood
I never change, might be a little busy though
A little nigga from a big ass city yo

I love the dough
Give me hits, give me more chips
I stay legit so the feds can't tell me shit
I came in with nothing to lose

Now I put my heart into making you move
I'm far flung and the charts say I'm number one
You number two nigga
Check on the Billboard

Who under who nigga?
Far from an amateur, a money maker
Leave your chick alone with me
I bet I'll take her

The game's taught me one thing, don't let her break you
Money make the world go 'round and the girls go down
And even paralyzed niggas gonna feel me now
For you nerds that study my words, ya heard

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, it's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, now throw your hands up

You steady being on the corner right
Niggas ain't seen me in a while
You probably thought I died
You devils love to see a nigga down and teary eyed

I call you idiot 'cause you don't know me really yet
I'm from the ghetto and getting dough is all I know
I'm on the low
I'm a mystery to 5-0

'Cause they don't know
Damn my check is caught in studio
Business is lovely, see me in the videos
Bitches wanna fuck me

Worldwide nigga ride
I'mma about to go to where some people call the other side
And live my life in paradise, keep my family tight
But I can't keep the way I'm going

If the dough ain't right
My last days I can't live my life inside a cage
I'm getting money and you hataz don't do nothing for me
Either you with me or against me

Nigga let it show
I get the dough non-stop when the track's hot
And you know what? Now what?
I ain't even gonna rhyme no more, y'all get the picture

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, it's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, now throw your hands up

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, it's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, now throw your hands up

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M.O.N.E.Y. - Lyrics - Lil Zane

Title: M.O.N.E.Y.
Artist: Lil Zane
Composer(s): I Folmar, Anthony Dent

Lyric:
What? What? Money stretch
Lil' Zane, what'cha saying?
ATL's finest, what? What?

Man you can check my lifestyle
And see that I'm quite wild
Seven twenty-eight night child
Universal and versatile
You study my style

Trying to live spiritual
And y'all looking now
I can see right now

Y'all will never understand me
I call my best friend my family
Until they cross me
Alcohol and weed cost me

So I limit it, running niggas over
Like Emmitt did without a squad
Drag you about a hundred yards
Many bumps and scars

Pull out in the hottest cars with my entourage
Smoke more L's than Debarge
With connects worldwide like Macintosh
I practice living large

Niggas out of town don't understand these kids
(Say what?)
Niggas comin' to get me can't find where I live
I got two or three cribs stack the mill in the mill
Y'all get none of this dough shit y'all fiends stay ill

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
It's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Now throw your hands up

Name rings up in Hollywood
But I'mma true nigga, I'mma stay Hollyhood
I never change, might be a little busy though
A little nigga from a big ass city yo
I love the dough

Give me hits, give me more chips
I stay legit so the feds can't tell me shit
I came in with nothing to lose
Now I put my heart into making you move

I'm far flung and the charts
Say I'm number one
You number two, nigga
Check on the Billboard
Who under who, nigga?

Far from an amateur, a money maker
Leave your chick alone with me
I bet I'll take her
The game's taught me one thing
Don't let her break you

Money make the world go 'round
And the girls go down
And even paralyzed niggas gonna feel me now
For you nerds that study my words, ya heard

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
(None of us fuck around)

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Now throw your hands up

You steady being on the corner right
Niggas ain't seen me in a while
You probably thought I died
You devils love to see a nigga down and teary eyed

I call you idiot 'cause you don't know me really yet
I'm from the ghetto and getting dough is all I know
I'm on the low, I'm a mystery to 5-0

'Cause they don't know
Damn my check is caught in studio
Business is lovely, see me in the videos

Bitches wanna fuck me, worldwide nigga ride
I'mma about to go to where
Some people call the other side
And live my life in paradise, keep my family tight

But I can't keep the way I'm going
If the dough ain't right
My last days I can't live my life inside a cage
I'm getting money and you hataz don't do nothing for me
Either you with me or against me

Nigga, let it show, I get the dough
Non-stop when the track's hot
And you know, what? Now what?
I ain't even gonna rhyme no more
Y'all get the picture

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down

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Still Searchin' - Lyrics - Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Title: Still Searchin'
Artist: Damian "Junior Gong" Marley
Composer(s): Yami Bolo, Stephen Marley, Damian Marley

Lyric:
Some girl in the twinkling of an eye
Dem ah ready fi come pull down mi Karl Kani
Oh, come on now tell me how can I
Love ah, one dat really don't deserve me?

Natural fi keep and natural preserve me
Me is ah boy, could get a whole heep ah girl, ya heard me
Many are called but only few deemed worthy
Body have ta physically strong and sturdy

Spiritually balanced fi clean and purge me
Mentally advanced fi always urge me
Read couple books and challenge the clergy
Read a couple psalms up inna the morning early

Could you be so kind then show me a sign
I've been searching and it's so hard to find
Decent values with a decent wine
Decent jubee running it down the line

Maybe it's my mind, maybe I'm blind
Maybe it's the way that I've been spending my time
I'm still searching for a fine peace of mind
Decent jubee running it down the line

A little child has grown and he's got love on his mind
But what he'll never know a virtuous woman is hard to find
And dat's when she said she feels the pain
And she'll never fall in love again

So if you is a gal with whole heep of value
What a valuable nice and decent gal you
When I get you I'll be glad I got you
Then stand firmly inna your life like statue

Seen some old tings seen some young tings
Seen some little silly go and come tings
Seen some one night just for fun tings
What a indecent piece ah, some ting

Be so kind den show me a sign
I've been searching and it's so hard to find
Decent values with a decent wine
Decent jubee running it down the line

Maybe it's my mind, maybe I'm blind
Maybe it's the way that I've been spending my time
I'm still searching for a fine peace of mind
Decent jubee running it down the line

Some say that love is blind
But he keep saying, not this time
So all he need is love to keep his heart in line
But dat's when she said, "Lord I feel the pain"
And she'll never fall in love again

You have some gal ah, come 'pon man premises
And ah, fling up the ting that's between di knees
And ah, full up man head with false promises
Oh, dutty bungle please, couldn't want to run that
So fast wid ease been there dun that my main
Squeeze is natural, simply natural

Could you be so kind then show me a sign
I've been searching and it's so hard to find
Decent values with a decent wine
Decent jubee running it down the line

Maybe it's my mind, maybe I'm blind
Maybe it's the way that I've been spending my time
I'm still searching for a fine peace of mind
Decent jubee running it down the line

A little child has grown and he's got love on his mind
But what he'll never know a virtuous woman is hard to find
'Cause that's when she said she's feeling pain
It seems they have fallen in love again
That's when she said, "Lord I feel the pain"
And now they're standing in love again

So tell me ah, when price tag gone pon annany
Gal ah, love man for Benz and Ferrari
Little one eyed brethren weh name Omari
Couldn't get no loving since him start sell stary

Some girl in the twinkling of an eye
Dem ah ready fi come pull down mi Karl Kani
Oh, come on now tell me how can I
Love ah, one dat really don't deserve me?

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Uneasy Rider - Lyrics - Charlie Daniels Band

Title: Uneasy Rider
Artist: Charlie Daniels Band
Composer(s): Charlie Daniels

Lyric:
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money and a whole lot of show
And with Hank Junior blaring on the radio
We got a tank full of gas and we was on our way

We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
We were barrelling' down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light was on our tail
He said, "You were doin' 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this time
But if I catch you again, I'm gonna slap you in the county jail"

We said, "Thank you sir, you sure been nice
And you ain't gonna have to tell us twice"
And we were Southbound and down with the wind blowing in our faces
We kept on rolling and pretty soon
The radio was cooking out a haggard tune
And we were pulling into Houston and checking out all the places

I was feeling dry and I said, "I think
We ought to stop and get ourselves a drink"
Old Jim said, "Yeah 'cause we got time to kill"
We kept on rolling and I seen this spot
We pulled into the parking lot
Of this place called, 'The Cloud Nine Bar and Grill'

We walked through the door and the place was jammed
The lights were low, they had a punk rock band
And some orange haired feller singing about suicide
I said, "Jim, this ain't our kind of place
He said, "Well, let's just have one round anyway"
So against my better judgment we walked on inside

Went up to the bar and we sat down
This feller walked up and said, "I'll buy this round"
And he sat down on the barstool next to Jim
He looked like a girl but he talked like a guy
He had lipstick on and mascara in his eyes
And everybody in that place looked just about like him

I said, "Jim, this ain't our kind of bar
Let's just go on out and get back in the car
'Cause there's gonna be trouble, ain't no sense in taking a chance"
We was getting up, getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl, she was asking my buddy to dance

I said, "Jim, don't do it, there's something missing
There's fellers dancing and fellers kissing
There's a feller in high heeled shoes wearing panty hose"
He said, "Partner, I just can't turn this down
You just go over there and have one more round
I'll dance with the lady and we'll get on down the road"

So he walked away and left me alone
But this funny looking feller kept coming on
And he was making me mad with some of the things he said
Then he put his hand on my knee
I said, "If you don't get your paw off me
I'm gonna locate your nose around the other side of your head"

He said, "I love it when you get that fire in your eye
I said, "Well, partner try this on for size"
And I unloaded on him and he went out like a light
Everybody in that place must have been his friend
They all headed for me, I said, "This is the end"
But where I come from, we don't give up without a fight

They were screaming and yelling and scratching and clawing
I was punching and hitting and kicking and pawing
I was holding my own, 'cause I've been in a scrap or two
Old Jim come running up out of the blue
And that gal he was with, come running up too
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe

I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
He dropped that dude like a shot from a gun
Smeared his lipstick, made his makeup run
And me and old Jim started fighting our way to the door

Man, we lit out of there in that Chevrolet
I put in on the floor and it stayed that way
We was going' down the highway doing about a hundred and ten
We were headed for home and we was getting nearer
Then a red light came on the rear view mirror
And that same blame cop was pulling us over again

Now I'm sitting' here in this county jail
I had to call my Daddy to go our bail
But I learned me a lesson that I never will forget again
I've done give up drinking', I've give up bars
And running around the country in souped up cars
I'm going back where the women are women and the men are men

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Uneasy Rider '88 - Lyrics - Charlie Daniels Band

Title: Uneasy Rider '88
Artist: Charlie Daniels Band
Composer(s): Charlie Daniels

Lyric:
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money and a whole lot of show
And with Hank Junior blaring on the radio
We got a tank full of gas and we was on our way

We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
We were barrelling' down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light was on our tail
He said, "You were doin' 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this time
But if I catch you again, I'm gonna slap you in the county jail"

We said, "Thank you sir, you sure been nice
And you ain't gonna have to tell us twice"
And we were Southbound and down with the wind blowing in our faces
We kept on rolling and pretty soon
The radio was cooking out a haggard tune
And we were pulling into Houston and checking out all the places

I was feeling dry and I said, "I think
We ought to stop and get ourselves a drink"
Old Jim said, "Yeah 'cause we got time to kill"
We kept on rolling and I seen this spot
We pulled into the parking lot
Of this place called, 'The Cloud Nine Bar and Grill'

We walked through the door and the place was jammed
The lights were low, they had a punk rock band
And some orange haired feller singing about suicide
I said, "Jim, this ain't our kind of place
He said, "Well, let's just have one round anyway"
So against my better judgment we walked on inside

Went up to the bar and we sat down
This feller walked up and said, "I'll buy this round"
And he sat down on the barstool next to Jim
He looked like a girl but he talked like a guy
He had lipstick on and mascara in his eyes
And everybody in that place looked just about like him

I said, "Jim, this ain't our kind of bar
Let's just go on out and get back in the car
'Cause there's gonna be trouble, ain't no sense in taking a chance"
We was getting up, getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl, she was asking my buddy to dance

I said, "Jim, don't do it, there's something missing
There's fellers dancing and fellers kissing
There's a feller in high heeled shoes wearing panty hose"
He said, "Partner, I just can't turn this down
You just go over there and have one more round
I'll dance with the lady and we'll get on down the road"

So he walked away and left me alone
But this funny looking feller kept coming on
And he was making me mad with some of the things he said
Then he put his hand on my knee
I said, "If you don't get your paw off me
I'm gonna locate your nose around the other side of your head"

He said, "I love it when you get that fire in your eye
I said, "Well, partner try this on for size"
And I unloaded on him and he went out like a light
Everybody in that place must have been his friend
They all headed for me, I said, "This is the end"
But where I come from, we don't give up without a fight

They were screaming and yelling and scratching and clawing
I was punching and hitting and kicking and pawing
I was holding my own, 'cause I've been in a scrap or two
Old Jim come running up out of the blue
And that gal he was with, come running up too
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe

I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
He dropped that dude like a shot from a gun
Smeared his lipstick, made his makeup run
And me and old Jim started fighting our way to the door

Man, we lit out of there in that Chevrolet
I put in on the floor and it stayed that way
We was going' down the highway doing about a hundred and ten
We were headed for home and we was getting nearer
Then a red light came on the rear view mirror
And that same blame cop was pulling us over again

Now I'm sitting' here in this county jail
I had to call my Daddy to go our bail
But I learned me a lesson that I never will forget again
I've done give up drinking', I've give up bars
And running around the country in souped up cars
I'm going back where the women are women and the men are men

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All In The Family - Lyrics - Primer 55

Title: All In The Family
Artist: Primer 55
Composer(s): Bobby Burns, Jason Luttrell

Lyric:
Some people never change their lives
No matter how fucked up it gets
Some people never question, why?
Never did, never, never did

Nobody wants to waste your time
Nobody wants to hear you whine
Make you feel like a piece of shit
Never did, never, never did

Don't fake it, gotta keep it real
Don't censor the way you feel
Nobody cares about us, but us
All in the family

Keep your head up, don't put it down
Down sell out, just be yourself
Nobody cares about us, but us
All in the family

Don't depend on no-one but yourself
No matter how hard you want to
That way no-one will ever let you down
Never will, never, never will

Don't waste another day
Don't piss your life away
There's way too many running around
Run around, run, run around

Don't fake it, gotta keep it real
Don't censor the way you feel
Nobody cares about us, but us
All in the family

Keep your head up, don't put it down
Down sell out, just be yourself
Nobody cares about us, but us
All in the family

All up in your face, like whoa
Think I'm playing? Well, I don't think so
Tell me when the fuck you know?
Do you think I won't? Do you think I won't?

Don't fuck with my life, don't spit in my eyes
Don't swallow my pride, don't, don't
Don't fuck with my life, don't spit in my eyes
Don't swallow my pride, don't, don't

Yeah, some people do what ever sells
That doesn't surprise me
So slit your throat or be yourself
Gotta do what you gotta do

You get just what you see
No fake ass shit from me
There's way too many running around
Run around, run, run around

Don't fake it, gotta keep it real
Don't censor the way you feel
Nobody cares about us, but us
All in the family

Keep your head up, don't put it down
Down sell out, just be yourself
Nobody cares about us, but us
All in the family

Don't fake it, gotta keep it real
Don't censor the way you feel
Nobody cares about us, but us
All in the family

Keep your head up, don't put it down
Down sell out, just be yourself
Nobody cares about us, but us
All in the family

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40 - Sideways - Lyrics - In a Major Way - E

Title: 40 - Sideways
Album: In a Major Way
Artist: E
Composer(s): Gregory Buren, Brandt Jones, Earl Thomas Stevens

Lyric:
Mob shit bitch
I know you know
But check game doe

I'm in the S-E 4-double-oh
Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh
The hoe want me to come swoop
Take her for a ride in my blue Lex Luther

But the bitch ain't got no gas fetti
So I burnt her like fast Freddy
Hit me on the first when your mail has come
And maybe we can go to the mall or somethin'

Heavy ass shit for the mob
When I make a zillion I resign
I'm realer than a hundred dollar bill with the line across
When Christmas come around ask Santa Claus

Santa do you know E-40?
Bet you that nigga say, "That's my homey!"
We used to perv grind curb trip to my grandma
Kahlua with them brandy almost every day

Cardiac is cool, but I'm on gin
Santa bought me, a new mac-10

Yeah, click shit makes a motherfucker's night
Niggaz listen to it 'cuz it's light
Crooked twisted unlisted on the highways
We riding sideways, beotch

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Back up the coupe and roll sideways
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Made a left at the corner 'cuz it was hoes

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
I'm looking for a big seat
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Hoes see this type of shit and go reala

I'm riding city to city me and leviti
So get your toilet paper 'cuz it's gon' get shitty
I hit the highway goin' east
Twenty-two ounces of yeast

I'm playin' this game 'cuz a nigga my age be
I met her last night and today she paged me
Wanna know if b-legit can kick it tonight
Only sixteen, way too tight

But age ain't nothin' but a number
Baby got her hair done by shanda
Nine nine ten, eleven and up
If you bleed, you get fucked

No not me, not fo'-oh
I break the bootch down with a two by fo'
Every fuckin' day is a holiday, celebration
When the bitch is actin' crabby
That means she's on her menestration

I be like fuckin' em like dissin' it to the highest
Talkin' more shit than kalidous
A str-uh, strizuck out in my cutlass supreme on a Friday
Which way we ridin'
Riding sideways, beotch

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Doing about a buck fifty
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Danked out and full of that cisco

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Pervin' swervin' runnin' all into the curb
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
'Bout a gallon to the dome, then that's the hit

See I'ma hogg nigga, Beverly hill Billy
Neck bone, socks, tails, pork 'N' beans and chili
Just like my nigga Celly, we likes to kick it silly
Regurgitate and kick a bootch move up out the telly

'Cause they out there bad ain't satisfied
Hoes just wanna be pacified
But I can't do no justice 'cuz the justice ain't to be did
Bitch you usin' too much red

Now I've been known to break niggaz off
Hard type or soft, line 'em up chalk 'em up as a loss
See me in the parking lot doing my thang
Love to see my old school dance in the rain

The po-po's came then they closed up shop
Smashed through the hood and we made that hot
You see the shit don't stop, motherfuckers pop
Seven-deuce drop coney air shocks

Riding through the shit like racer x
And if a motherfucker flex break back and necks
Running red lights and the right-of-ways
How we gonna get it doe?
We get it sideways, bitch

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Late at night up and down saying hi
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Be trapped trunk, stark boulevard

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Come here you little hard-ass boy
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Niggaz like to hear this type of shit when they crawl

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Don'T Look Down - Lyrics - Bbmak

Title: Don'T Look Down
Artist: Bbmak
Composer(s): Scott Cutler, Anne Preven

Lyric:
You and I were way up high in the dark
Tell me where the light's gonna come from now
Is it you, was it me?
Fallin' out of hope, tightrope

After all baby, you should know not to be the cramp
All the talks by the fork, fallin', love is a high wire act
We've got to get our balance back
And I know we can still do that

If you don't look down
(Don't look down)
Don't fear now
(Don't fear now)
We've already lost our way
The memory of yesterday
Is still strong enough to light the way

Don't look down
(Don't look down)
We can rebound
(We can rebound)
Whatever may lie ahead
Keep your eyes on me now
And baby, don't look down

A starry sky, a lullaby
Is all we need to fortify
What is weakening
Wasn't you, it was me

Running to get out or walk back in
I wanna end all this suffering
I do believe a second chance is coming
Love is a high wire act, got to be an acrobat
And I know you can still be that

If you don't look down
(Don't look down)
Don't fear now
(Don't fear now)
We've already lost our way
The memory of yesterday
Is still strong enough to light the way

Don't look down
(Don't look down)
We can rebound
(We can rebound)
Whatever may lie ahead
Keep your eyes on me now
And baby, don't look down

Don't listen to the crowd
I know the sky is ominous and stormy
(Stormy)
I know it's hard to find your shelter here
Inside you feel it's too far to be falling
(Falling)
But baby, don't your fear

If you don't look down
(Don't look down, you should never look down)
Don't fear now
(Don't fear now, you should never fear now)
We've already lost our way
The memory of yesterday
Is still strong enough to light the way

Don't look down
(Don't look down)
We can rebound
(We can rebound)
Whatever may lie ahead
Keep your eyes on me now
And baby, don't look down
And baby, don't look down

Don't look down, you should never look down
(Don't look down)
Don't fear now, you should never fear now
(Don't fear now)
Don't look down, you should never look down
Don't fear now, you should never fear now

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Chop 'Em Down - Lyrics - Live at Stubb's: Austin, TX 2/19/05 [LIVE] - Matisyahu

Title: Chop 'Em Down
Album: Live at Stubb's: Austin, TX 2/19/05 [LIVE]
Artist: Matisyahu
Composer(s): Matisyahu Miller, Josh Werner

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Lyric:
From the forest itself comes the handle for the axe
Split this wilderness, listen up, this ain't where it's at
Clear a path so that you could find your way back
Chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down

Time flies by like clouds passing in the sky
Lifetime's here, then gone with the blink of an eye
March through the desert one step at a time
March through the desert one step at a time

From the forest itself comes the handle for the axe
Drop the staff, Moshe rabbainu, split the ocean in half
March through the desert, this ain't where it's at
Chop 'em down, chop 'em down
Chop, chop 'em down, chop, chop 'em down

Patterns engraved, not so easily erased
Still wandering, tryna find your place
Playin' the game, I see pain on your face
Nowadays the yiddin, like children sold as slaves

Strange ways running through the maze
Strange ways always lost in the desert tryna find your way
Lost, lost in the desert tryna find your way

From the forest itself comes the handle for the axe
Split this wilderness, listen up, this ain't where it's at
Clear a path so that you could find your way back
Chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down
Chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down

Joseph, descended, sold as a slave
Thrown into a dungeon 'cause he wouldn't be swayed
Interpreted pharaohs dream and Egypt was saved
Stock, piled food for seven years of rain
Sold to all the nations when the drought came

Joseph, rose to power and the yiddin stayed
They started to grow and success was made
Pharaoh's getting worried, let's make 'em pay
Bound in chains, first born was sent down to their graves

Moshe, was saved and a prince he was raised
Hashem, spoke to him, here's a message to relay
Take my nation from Mitzrayim, I see the suffering
Hard hearts, ego breaks, take sparks and make way
Trail blaze through the wasteland breaking the chains

Last generation just the ruminants
March through the desert leaving footprints
Peel off the lid this is just plastic, gotta get into it, get into it
Heavy hitter, stepping solid, never quitter, jump into the ocean
Before it split, gotta jump into it

Rip, rip in Egypt, get into it, through my fire lit, just get into it
600,000 witnessed it, no you didn't forget, no you didn't forget
Rip, rip through Egypt, get into it, gotta jump into it, jump, jump into it

In the spiritual desert, things are not what they seem
Snakes camouflaged, just to fit the scene

Rip, rip through Egypt, jump into it
In the spiritual desert, things are not what they seem
Snakes camouflaged, just to fit the scene

The king is sitting in his throne of glory
The king is sitting in his throne of glory
The king is sitting in his throne of glory

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Chop 'Em Down Dub - Lyrics - Matisyahu

Title: Chop 'Em Down Dub
Artist: Matisyahu
Composer(s): Matisyahu Miller, Josh Werner

Lyric:
From the forest itself comes the handle for the axe
Split this wilderness, listen up, this ain't where it's at
Clear a path so that you could find your way back
Chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down

Time flies by like clouds passing in the sky
Lifetime's here, then gone with the blink of an eye
March through the desert one step at a time
March through the desert one step at a time

From the forest itself comes the handle for the axe
Drop the staff, Moshe rabbainu, split the ocean in half
March through the desert, this ain't where it's at
Chop 'em down, chop 'em down
Chop, chop 'em down, chop, chop 'em down

Patterns engraved, not so easily erased
Still wandering, tryna find your place
Playin' the game, I see pain on your face
Nowadays the yiddin, like children sold as slaves

Strange ways running through the maze
Strange ways always lost in the desert tryna find your way
Lost, lost in the desert tryna find your way

From the forest itself comes the handle for the axe
Split this wilderness, listen up, this ain't where it's at
Clear a path so that you could find your way back
Chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down
Chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down, chop 'em down

Joseph, descended, sold as a slave
Thrown into a dungeon 'cause he wouldn't be swayed
Interpreted pharaohs dream and Egypt was saved
Stock, piled food for seven years of rain
Sold to all the nations when the drought came

Joseph, rose to power and the yiddin stayed
They started to grow and success was made
Pharaoh's getting worried, let's make 'em pay
Bound in chains, first born was sent down to their graves

Moshe, was saved and a prince he was raised
Hashem, spoke to him, here's a message to relay
Take my nation from Mitzrayim, I see the suffering
Hard hearts, ego breaks, take sparks and make way
Trail blaze through the wasteland breaking the chains

Last generation just the ruminants
March through the desert leaving footprints
Peel off the lid this is just plastic, gotta get into it, get into it
Heavy hitter, stepping solid, never quitter, jump into the ocean
Before it split, gotta jump into it

Rip, rip in Egypt, get into it, through my fire lit, just get into it
600,000 witnessed it, no you didn't forget, no you didn't forget
Rip, rip through Egypt, get into it, gotta jump into it, jump, jump into it

In the spiritual desert, things are not what they seem
Snakes camouflaged, just to fit the scene

Rip, rip through Egypt, jump into it
In the spiritual desert, things are not what they seem
Snakes camouflaged, just to fit the scene

The king is sitting in his throne of glory
The king is sitting in his throne of glory
The king is sitting in his throne of glory

Play the MP3 online for free!

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