Savage Blue - Lyrics - Bad English

Title: Savage Blue
Artist: Bad English
Composer(s): Rhett Lawrence, Neil Schon, Jonathan Cain, John Waite

Lyric:
When I hold you in my gaze
When there's nothin' else to say
I can still find you when you look away
You can say to me we're through
You can say that you are free
But you fool yourself, you belong to me

The more you wanna run
You can't make it to the door
Took a chance on love
Now we both want more

And tonight goes on forever
I can feel it in my life
I can see it in your eyes
Going through this world together
Finding paradise with you into the savage blue
The savage blue with you

When the storm has passed us by
And the crowd has come and gone
I will be with you 'cause our love goes on
And we share a quiet place
That no one else can touch
Spirits live as one and our souls are free

I will wait for you
Now my heart's an open door
Tell me that you'll stay
Don't wanna lose you anymore

And tonight goes on forever
I can feel it in my life
I can see it in your eyes
Going through this world together
Finding paradise with you into the savage blue

Baby come with me
And tonight goes on forever
I can feel it in my life
I can see it in your eyes
Going through this world together
Finding paradise with you into the savage blue

(Tonight goes on forever)
When I'm alone with you
(Tonight we are together)
Ohh, yea
(Tonight goes on forever)
Into the savage blue
(Tonight goes on forever)
When I'm alone with you
(Tonight we are together)
Makin' love to you
(Tonight goes on forever)
Into the savage blue
Tonight goes on forever
Tonight we are together
Tonight goes on forever
Tonight goes on forever
Tonight we are together
Tonight goes on forever
Tonight goes on forever
Tonight we are together
Tonight goes on forever

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The Gutter Shit - Lyrics - War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc - Ice Cube

Title: The Gutter Shit
Album: War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Terrell Anderson, O'Shea Jackson, James Savage, Terry Gray, Marcus Moore

Lyric:
I've been servin' niggas since 1985
Niggas want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play for it your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

Keep it gangsta y'all, I want to thank you all
Niggas comin' with that bullshit, it's gankin' y'all
We can ride to this kinda shit and bank them all
Nigga ball till you fall, motherfucker that's all

Can't none of y'all hang with me puttin' in work
Turn this motherfucker up unless you goin' to church
Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid
But can't even make a good thang of Kool-aid

But chicken heads get chicken feed
Lil' dick and weed
Everything that a chicken need
Tryin' to pot I get real as Chris Rock

Make a bitch hot, turn into Fort Knox
(Bitch know)
It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags s-s-stutter

There is a lethal in the gas chamber
I'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the house
But you still in for some danger
And when I'm thru, I take your bitch and fingerbang her
But if she looks tossed up, I'll slang her

Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger
'Cuz the gang a niggas be tryin' to spit
But you can't spit it like this
I come equipped to rip any battle
And leave him strung in his crew
But they put me in the twist like Trump

I can collapse or puncture the lungs of anyone
Give him a chance to spit his last word
Unnerve then he done, 20/20 ain't good enough
Rappers ain't seein' me, this Jay-O Felony
And nobody can stand three of me

Caution keep MC's out of my reach, I'm on a mission
And be gettin' to your fuckin' hide to be called a physician
Immediately, I puts it down at a show
(Jay-O)
But looked to choke the shit out a fool, nigga dat's on doo low

Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(Keep it gangsta)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(Keep it gangsta)

Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(All my life)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(All my life)

I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they rich
(What?)
Lyin' 'bout they bitch
(What?)
Lyin' 'bout they dick
(What?)

I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they hits
(Huh?)
Lyin' 'bout they whips
(Huh?)
Lyin' 'bout they six
(Yeah)

I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they clothes
(Brrrmph)
Lyin' 'bout they hoes
(Uhh)
Lyin' 'bout they rows
(Uhh)

I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they house
(Punk)
Lyin' about they clout
(Yeah)
Lyin' up in they mouth
(Yeah yeah)

It's the Maharaji, my niggas kamikaze
Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in they body
We the riders, we push like Maseratis
Do karates on haters, and you hotties

Fuck the party, come on, my niggas focus
We the richest, pretend that we the brokest
Niggas notice, as soon as you're checking quotas
We the coldest, so go and tell the rollers
(Bitch)

Who dat? Next out the game in blue khaks
Gangsta's the name, niggas wonderin' how I do that
By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way

I'm on grates when I'm grindin'
I'm on steaks when I'm dinnin'
And on Sunday's on the wine
Is you can't calm the savage beast
(Never)
And I can make your birds rise like geese

K-Mac tell 'em, you sell 'em, I swell 'em, loc
(Swell 'em loc)
Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell 'em for
We got the fish scale texture
(Fish scale)
Now if you cook it yourself you get extras
Dub that shit to death with this dub thang
Only a few niggas left with this love mang

So we cop together
(Yeah)
Put it in the beeker
Rock together
(Uhh)
Claim blocks together
And fuck cock together, nigga
(Brrph)

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

Squeek Rule
Look in my eyes
I see the dollar sign dog, and my dick start to rise
Got to handle money, got to stack the money
(Tell 'em)
Buzzin' like a bee 'cuz I crave for the honey

Million dollar tickets make bitches look wicked
So you innocent hoes, ain't got to lie ta kick it
I know you knows
(Uhh)
'Cuz now my decimals
(Yep)
Done fiend for the green, keep you itchin' in your panty hose

Your eyes full of gleem
(Brrmph)
You wanna get on my team and live my dream
Captain of the ship is what I'm boastin'
Hit the three wheel motion, I'm the shit when I'm coastin'
(Uh huh)

Down the boulevard, flossin' hard
Lights hit the chrome, dog I'm lickin' like a movie star
Money makes me a savage
(What it do?)
Shit, I break down the world for the cabbage
(Squeek Rule)

Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(All my life)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(All my life)

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

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Colors Of The Wind - Lyrics - Vanessa Hudgens

Title: Colors Of The Wind
Artist: Vanessa Hudgens
Composer(s): Alan Menken, Stephen Schwartz

Lyric:
You think I'm an ignorant savage
You've been so many places, I guess it must be so
Still I cannot see if the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know? You don't know

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people all who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Yeah

Come, run the hidden pine trails of the forest
And come, taste the sun, sweet berries of the earth
Come, roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth, no

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors
All the colors of the wind, oh yeah

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Turn'Al - Let'S All Roll - Lyrics - Knoc

Title: Turn'Al - Let'S All Roll
Artist: Knoc
Composer(s): Royal Harbor, M Holder, James Savage, C Kelley, F Nassar

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Lyric:
I'm from the S O U T H side of C A, why they try to P H
Still hit em up with that E A, G A to N G S T A
So fuck them them other N I double G A S
Hate the pops and kill the T A

Hang with my crew blue strings in my shoes
Mary Jane and some loop while we swags in the coupe
I'm addicting to smacking hoes
Tracks, flows Crenshaw Boulevard backing foes

L.A.'s Finest and L.A.'s behind us
Gangsta, hoochies, essays and whinnies
D's still twisting, low low's still hopping
Gangsta shit still dropping, Crenshaw still popping

Gang signs throwing up, body's still showing up
And O yea Time Bomb still blowing up, bitch
When you got the L.A confidential up in the place to be
Ride with me

Let's all roll, throw it up if you with me
I'm so cold, who am but staying G
The Dogg Pound stays the learn all y'all heard
Please date me when stick before you get serve

You know gangstas bang and gangsta slang
It's just an gangsta thang
Gangstas dip and some gangstas trip
I'm the gangsta slip and this gangsta crip

I used bump brother with the gangsta nip
'Cause nobody else was on the gangsta tip
Gangstas smoke sh room and gangsta rock perms
Gangstas don't listen and gangstas don't learn

Gangsta rock braids and gangsta jerry curls
Gangsta's going take over the world
Gangsta's go to jail, gangstas skip bail
Gangsta's make mail and gangsta's would never fail

Gangsta's goin' stay on top
Because the gangsta is going to make the gangsta shit pop
Just lounge homeboy you in the gangsta zone
Heart thrown in California where the gangstas roll

Let's all roll, throw it up if you with me
I'm so cold, who am but staying G
The Dogg Pound stays the learn all y'all heard
Please date me when stick before you get serve

My nigga slip is an gangsta
'Cuz I'm an hood ster, an hood star I'm taking the hood far
The C Riders posted up with the bullet loco blue rags
Smoking the bombing fluid and keep dumping on you fags

I heard and seen it all and I'm hoping you fall
Keep looking at my nuts until I get crip ball
I'm still striving, yeah ya word is about what I'm driving
Your bitch is going me more, pedal to the floor

Fuck an navigator, nigga I can flip ten gators in my living room
If you can't to that nigga give me room
Had an tourney 89' but your bitch made me mine
See the mother fucker ran on that biz state of mind

For mine I did the crime, had to run one time
And you take my dick in your mouth in one time
I fuck you in the butt and crip walk your liver
While I rich roll on the river

Caught up in the land of hard time
Back off mine, I'm mad I'm pushing an hard line
An hard cat with hard raps and hard rhymes
I hardly pay attention to rap

My mine say hard dick serve to an bitch ain't no crime
Hood soft to hard dime, chicken way I flip mine
Hard hit and rip like canines, hit hard heads with no spine
March and start to take mine

Big D let me fuck that bitch and you fuck mine
Off hard liqueurs is harder than wine Knoc-Turnal comes through overtime
When I die build me an shrine all is all is getting in my mind
I ain't begun to speak yet, until that time

Let's throw it up, throw it up
Let 'em know, out in the west represent let it gold
Let's throw it up, throw it up
Let 'em know, out in the west represent let it gold

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Murder - Lyrics - Strap It On - Helmet

Title: Murder
Album: Strap It On
Artist: Helmet
Composer(s): Page Nye Hamilton

Lyric:
Tight security
Looks that challenge
Savage end, make the food chain balanced
Even the fabulous can't avoid
A random attack to pass a boring night, blue

Blue habit sap my strength
Fleet of dump trucks line my street
Bludgeoned to death or shot in the head
Murder down the hall
That green monument won't prevent death, no one

No one said, no one's safe
No one said, no one's safe
No one said, no one's safe
No one, no one's safe
[Incomprehensible]

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Say Round - Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Title: Say Round
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney, Deshawn Johnson, Torence Hatch, J Reed

Lyric:
Say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?

Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Say, say, say, say

Due to the situation politican codes
Let the hoes move the loads and watch y'all rose
Man, dat joensin' shit old and you real important
So no talkin' bout the murders, money launder, extortion

The feds stay in the area, they watchin' my home
Just waitin' on us to slip and get loose on the phone
Say Webbie I know that fetti got you wit a fat belly
But yo thinkin' cap gotta stay on and stay ready

The game ain't the same, I'm bobbin' and weavin'
Please explain why this snitch still breathin'?
Say Boosie you know better than to fuck wit that nigga
He ratted on Craig, Boo, Steel, and Avin Miller

We professionals now, young entrepreneurs
So you know them fuck feds out to do us
Conspiracy a muthafucka, my nigga so walk light
And talk right 'cause one indictment get ya 20 to life

Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?

Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Say, say, say, say

Say Big Head I gotta hit ya right back
They got trackers on my Beamer and my Nextel tap
He got dat syrup and dat work man who tellin' dat?
Switch dat purple up to that orange now they sippin' dat

Echo's on my phone like a parrot on my fuckin' shoulder
Want somethin', it's face to face, try somethin' it's K for K
The white jeep cross the street that's them fuckin' feds
How you know? 'Cuz when I look at him he duck his head

They want Ivy Honor, Tarlasia, and Tootie all scared
My family fuck around, lose me, it's gone be welfare
So lil' daddy I'mma hit you up later
They ridin' wit LSU shirts on in a blue Navigator

They know I'm after this paper so they after my azz
30 G's up in the airport, they call in the task
They say you love to ride wit no legs, no, I love to get head
You gone be dead just like Ivan, fuck you fed, bitch
(Can ya hear me now?)

Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?

Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?

Say savage you got work?
Yeah, white as yo t-shirt playa
Well, I been hittin' yo phone, all I'm gettin' is the voice mail
I got anotha numba cat, you undercover rat?

Playin' like dat a have a nigga doin' a hundred flat
I'm constantly stackin' because I wanna live lavish man
I'm good wit this white because I know life's about havin' thangs
I got two bad bitches that handle bizness for savage man

They get off the plane and I pick 'em up by the baggage claim
Straight to the boulevard, I work it and work it hard
Robbers and murderers, I serve 'em straight through the burglar bars
I fuck wit them Trill boys, don't fuck wit nobody else
'Cause I know I'mma take my charge and I ain't gone tell on myself

Hoe niggas come to my door for the scope, it ain't nothin' happenin'
'Cause nigga's a rat on ya up in court and don't even care
I'm a lil' nigga that a make a hundred bricks disappear
A muthafuckin' gangsta, hold up
(Can ya hear me now?)

Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?

Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?

I can't talk now, this ain't the time or the place
The block hot like grits, ain't tryin' to catch a case
My nigga just got ten in a for real way
And them bitches know who I am 'cause what my grill say

So meet me at the spot and we can run it face to face
You see this Cingular gone, have a nigga upstate
And if I'm upstate how the fuck I'mma make cake
Oh you ain't hung 'em yet, you must be workin' for them snakes

You know every hood got snitches, bumpin' gums like bitches
So they won't have to live behind them fences
Sleepin' on hard bunks, pumpin' iron on them benches
Niggas tryin' to get wit ya, you gone hook or get ya issue

But keep it brief, them laws never go to sleep
If you want them M&M's, meet me on ya momma street
Don't forget to keep yo eyes open
That cable ain't hookin' nothin' up but cameras and they scopin'

Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?

Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me?
Say, say, say

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The Body Rock - Lyrics - When Disaster Strikes - Busta Rhymes

Title: The Body Rock
Album: When Disaster Strikes
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Chucky Thompson, Sean Puffy Combs, Roger Mcnair, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
See when we get on shit
We like to make you shake your ass
Move your hips
So we gonna do a little something like this
Flipmode, Bad Boy
Check this out

Tell me how it feels, is it hot, is it not?
Does it drop, cash like a slot?
Does it stay streeted go pop?
Checkin' out what Flipmode got, mad hip-hop

Chartin' number one, drinks in the sun
Eighty times so we can get sponged, shake it hon'
All a brother know is make the hit get the dough
Makin' grandmas hit the floor, really though

It's my thang, my slang
Rich motherfuckers [Incomprehensible] chicks at the [Incomprehensible]
Bringin' my team to the joint
Wit Alan Iversan runnin' on point

Don't smoke a spliff on the joint
And when you see me they on point
Cause I, I be that nigga wit the million dollar figures
Gettin' all up in they bitches leavin' they pussy in stitches, uh

Aiyyo, I'm on to the next level
I'm gettin' rich, friends said I switch
I got me a bad chick, live up in the hills
Pay my mom's bills, recoup a half a mil

Still got my deal, pop the 700 Benz-o
You never seen, cash money fiend
A lot of cats wanna dream
Pack a shorty black or Phillipian
The way I eat my shrimp with steam

I'm the man with the gangsta lean, what, what
Yo, I split your whole spleen if you know what I mean
Call me little rabcash, I get you for your stash
VIP pass, save all the gas, I make it last

To my people in the front if you ready to bump say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the back if your not a wack say
"Don't stop the body rock"

To my people in the left if your hot to death say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say
""Don't stop the body rock

Since Mase refuse to lose, we makes numeral moves
'Cause I'm smoother than them dudes
And them two thousand dollar shoes
When I move to new Jerus, 'cause I like the cruise

And my six double O, blast weed, love the dough
I'm that Goodfella, what the hella they can tell me?
Smoke my la la out in LA, who's ready
Juice heavy, back 'n' blue Chevy
See angealan they winnin', a nigga need the chedda

'Cause I'm more in a broad way with all A's and platinum
There been many things we touch
Never had in finance so I never had to deduct shit 1.8
And every week I have to re-up, so what, so what

Aiyyo check out the way me and my niggas always be whippin' shit
The way that I display no flavor and do it so intricate
Pidda and padda, padda and pidda over with the shit
U, u, u, u, oh, y'all niggaz be yappin to make me sick of it

Hit you wit shit that y'all niggaz never ever forget
Fuckin' wit my niggaz just like you playin' Russian roulette
Ooh, me and my whole platoon coming soon
Nigga make room, we diesel like a bunch of baboons

Hey there, yo, think you can manage all of my niggaz damage
Tryin' to alter our lavage liven niggaz turn savage, yo
Flipmode and Bad Boy collabo
Makin' sure all of you niggaz all stay home

To my people in the front if you ready to bump say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the back if your not a wack say
"Don't stop the body rock"

To my people in the left if you hot to death say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say
"Don't stop the body rock"

To my people in the front if you ready to bump say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the back if your not a wack say
"Don't stop the body rock"

To my people in the left if you hot to death say
"Don't stop the body rock"
To my people in the right wanna party tonight just say
"Don't stop the body rock"

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This Is How We Roll - Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

Title: This Is How We Roll
Album: You Can't See Me
Artist: John Cena
Composer(s): John Cena, Marc Predka

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Lyric:
Wheels are shinin', deals we signin', money's pilin'
Low, this is how we roll
Wheels are shinin', deals we signin', money's pilin'
Low, this is how we roll

Catch me in the black 'llac truck with the pickup back
The game weak, I'ma pick up slack
Hands high like a stick-up jack, fuck your boring rap
This East to West coast hittin' like Warren Sapp

I'm fully focused, I walk with a purpose
Y'all are fuckin' clowns, you belong in a circus
This is big bid'ness, we don't stop 'til the money home
Block shakin' more buzz than a honeycomb

And I'm a savage in the booth
I'm on some movement shit, about to rally up the youth
Number one seed daddy walkin' through the playoffs
You better quit rappin' 'fore I start makin' layoffs

Fuck a day off, I'm movin' heavy for the payoff
You don't ride to this? We don't need you, stay off
Hate on this? I don't care what you said
Y'all can choke on a shit sandwich with no bread

Wheels are shinin', deals we signin', money's pilin'
Low, this is how we roll
Wheels are shinin', deals we signin', money's pilin'
Low, this is how we roll

I don't smile as such, buddy, ain't much funny
You touchy girlie rappers claimin' that you fuckin' gully
I live poor but look rich, I hit raw, you look bitch
You love me, that's why you got your style from me

Most sayin' Marc Predka's overconfident
It's only 'cause they jeally that my profile is prominent
The dominant factor is the money I'm after
Your opinion ain't mean shit buddy, I ain't ask ya

It's gon' be what it's gon' be
It is what it is and was what it was, so watch ya wordplay
Trademarc, lay you where the buzzards and birds play
I write rhymes 'til ya boy is heard mayne

'Cause all's I got is my voice and word
Sophisticated rapper the dapper lover the don
It's on baby pah, yeah, word is bond
Cut the check and I'll rock, every word of the song, what now?

Wheels are shinin', deals we signin', money's pilin'
Low, this is how we roll
Wheels are shinin', deals we signin', money's pilin'
Low, this is how we roll

I got that Velcro flow, I'll make you stick to this
So many zeros, my monetary is ridiculous
A glass of Chardonnay doesn't whine like you
I'm an Altered Beast with Einstein's IQ

Plus I shine bright too and I ride right through
In a leaned out old school, skylight blue
I don't think there's a player nicer
Keep your Cristal, I'm shoot Jagermeister

Foot to the floor and you ain't keep the pace
Throw me a whore and call me Kobe
'Cause you know that I'ma beat the case

I buy some land and never even see the place
Vegetarian chicks go on givin' meat a taste
Throw away money like I hate on loot
Copped your CD, it sounds great on mute
Words turn 'em to dust makin' MC's disintegrate
My name get traffic like the California interstate, what?

Wheels are shinin', deals we signin', money's pilin'
Low, this is how we roll
Wheels are shinin', deals we signin', money's pilin'
Low, this is how we roll

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Double R What - Lyrics - Eve-Olution - Eve

Title: Double R What
Album: Eve-Olution
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): David Styles, Jason T Phillips, Eve Jeffers, Jesse Bonds Weaver, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
What up what up what up, yeah!
Eve, let's do it again!

Yeah, it's the ghost Jada and Eve
I squeeze my shit, I don't wave it and leave
Y'all motherfuckin' extra lame
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can catch your brain

He looked a hero when he drove the taxi in the hallway
Shootin' niggas down if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is khaki
And the Porsche got a glass roof

The blunt got a live purple haze in it, little bit of hash too
See me when I pass through, fuck around and I'ma blast you
Do what I have to, tryin' to get my math too
I leave a message, ain't a phone I use

I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise
Leave 50 niggas dead, niggas know my groove
Another 20 more engine niggas know my tools
I got a gun, you need to stand fo'
Fuck you bring yo' man fo'?

S be the ghost, Double R What
First come the hawk, then next come the toast
K to the R Double R what
Send mad cowards on they way to Allah

E V E, Double R What
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R What
Better keep your hammer right by your side

I gave you the best flows
On top of that, I even made niggas set goals
I wanna know how many bullets can your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the tech holes

My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like livin' when yo' talkin' is death
So y'all better start readin' before you start bleedin'
And the odds was against us before we got EVE-n

Niggas in the hood don't give a fuck if you rich
Or drunk with the Prince C.D. own, bumpin' a kiss
Nigga frontin' I get my you in the pump kinda hot out
Hit the button put the roof in the trunk

Play the block with the Royal Blue 45 and make your mouth leak
Can't fuck with NY, get my diesel from South Beach
You ain't got a ride, getchu a cab
Ya' bitches is mad, Eve got the shit and smash, uh

S be the ghost, Double R What
First come the hawk, then next come the toast
K to the R, Double R what
Send mad cowards on they way to Allah

E V E, Double R What
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R What
Better keep your hammer right by your side

I'm a savage bitch
Ain't nobody gettin' close to this
And ain't nobody flipped and wrote the shit
And can't nobody sit and coach this shit
You feelin' lucky? then aproach me, shit

I'm like the glass, you just the coaster bitch, under me!
You wanna make it ugly, can't do nothin' 'bout it
Angry at the public, buggin' me
Rat bitch, pot bitch, hungover hot bitch
Wantin' all that money, fuckin' gettin' in that rock, shit

Scared of who? Huh, we goin' get rid of you
Climbin' the walls wit' gimmicks, that shit is pitiful
Dawgs close by me, so why try me
They wan' cop me but they too sloppy

Damn, I gotchu stuck in a box
You feelin' trapped, got your stomach in knots
'Cause I ain't lettin' go, I keepin' it locked
I know you gettin' mad 'cause your luck's up
Plus I'm a purebread, baby, I don't fuck with mutts
Come on!

S be the ghost, Double R What
First come the hawk, then next come the toast
K to the R, Double R what
Send mad cowards on they way to Allah

E V E, Double R What
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R What
Better keep your hammer right by your side

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Mr. Outsider - Lyrics - Aceyalone

Title: Mr. Outsider
Artist: Aceyalone
Composer(s): Lance Patrick Caldwell, Edwin J Hayes, Byron Jackson

Lyric:
I am a universal soldier walkin' in the path of the math
After the aftermath I'm a still be a soldier in America's bloodbath
Look at it through the wrath of a universal soldier
You could never monitor my craft

I am not a graft, I am a original soldier
Walkin' in the path of the math

Now you're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
Is that right, is that right?
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

Well, I scrapes the neighborhoods lookin' for odd jobs
It's hard livin' like God in a world full of Bobs
John Doe's and Jacks, Joe's and Mary Mack's
I guess Babylon wasn't made for blacks now was it

Well, it doesn't really matter does it
'Cause it be dependin' on the
Who, what, why's and the whereabouts
And I'm a nigger that the world don't care about

Mr. Outsider, it's all about bein' a fighter
Use the guide to open up your mind a little wider
My mellow my ace, movin' from place to place
All a nigger want is a taste

Working on the docks wearin' a smock
I clock in, I clock out about 5 o'clock
I keeps a calm disposition so I won't arouse suspicion
But then I know what you're wishin'

That you could put a bullet in my head plate
Without all that red tape
And lead me straight to the grave
You're either a slave but Jesus got you saved
Or you don't know how to behave but you're brave

A mixed up African with a finger wave
And the load ain't gettin' no lighter
Even though I'm in it to win it, I'm still a outsider

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

Well, back in the days they told me hip hop pays
So I says I strays aways from L A's average
'Cause C.K-in' and B.K-in' was bein' a savage
And M.C.-in' and QDJ-in' was bringin' the cabbage

Now it ain't like a nigger talking hella late in the game
I'm talkin' '80 ace deuce, nobody think about truce
No menace, no boys in the hood, no juice
It was more like coolie high and niggers truly die like they do

When I found out you got to choose your path I knew
Not red and blue, the blackness is true
My tactics was new that's when the practice grew and I flew

I wanted to be a rapper so simple and plain
From Los Angeles city of the big bang theory
Where everyone is leery now a whole mess of mc's fear me
But it's important everybody hear me

As I tell you about the unwanted man
Who got blunted and took what he can
And he ran from city to city, town to town
Bouncin' around like he's about to blow the world up
'Cause his mind's not dormant anymore his door's ajar
And his jar's full of somethin' else

Now everyone knows that scarecrows with Velcro hair ain't real
Yeah, but if your psyche is likely to be spilled
Ain't no tellin', you'll be sailin' across the seas like Magellan
Way out your range and since I don't speak Greek stranger
I'm a give it to you in layman's terms so you'll learn

I paid the piper I'm gon' pick the tune
But I don't listen to music like that, so

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You better run and hide yourself, boy
'Cause you can't provide for self

Inside, outside
That's what doin' it is all about right
Inside, outside, inside, outside
That's what doin' is all about

Now I'm a outsider but not like ponyboy
I'm aceyaloney boy and I transcend with both hands in?
And I transfer the answer from within
And I strain and I gain the strength to bust a blood vessel

As my dirty thoughts mud wrestle in my head muscle
You got your lucky charm I know you believe in warlocks
You better be keepin' you door locked and bolted

Say praise the Lord as I raise the sword and revolted
Psychological warfare for the holy, smoke your last bowl-y
Your little ship a capsizes your rap dies slowly
Got a good old fashion passion for smashin' what they built
With no guilt, at full tilt, at full speed, at full blast
Comin' full circle on that ass

I'm the idealistic, realistic mystic from the past
That just gets more intelligent, don't risk it I'm fast
Better get involved don't know how the world revolves and evolves
And solve all that you can solve before your mind dissolves

Now who killed this lion? Curiosity
Now why's the black man dyin'? It's an atrocity
Does history really repeat itself or is it prophecy?
So until I leave my physical shell, there ain't no stoppin' me

'Cause I paid the piper, I'm gon' pick the tune
But I don't listen to music like that, so

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself
You're gettin' outside yourself, boy
You're gettin' outside yourself

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Puppy Love - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: Puppy Love
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Justin Keith Henderson, Curtis James Jackson, Yves Mondesire, Christopher Joh Whitacre

Lyric:
Call it Puppy Love Curtis and Tisha in the tree
K I S S I N G

She was pregnant by me once, glad she didn't have it
'Cause I be paying child support now, goddamn it
Tish was my bitch, till she fucked my god-brother
I was heated when I heard, wanted to go upside his head

It was Christmas, I just bought the bitch a sheepskin kid
I was sick to my stomach, nigga, this is real shit
I ain't the sensitive type, I ain't sit around crying
I caught the bitch on the avenue and punched her in the eye

Call it Puppy Love Curtis and Janelle in the tree
K I S S I N G

D's came locked my ass up like a savage
Then came Doobie in the baby carriage
Imagine how it felt summer day pretty blue skies
I gazed memorized at her in with green eyes

I'm so into you baby, we don't even got touch
That the type shit I say when I really want to fuck
'Cause her cousin Tisha lived by baby [unverified] forty
Sold crack before rap so everybody know me

Chase Jus down cut his head the motherfucker owe me
Vick's spinning, Cheek's was the hottest rapper in the hood
I ain't hate but on the low I didn't think he was good

We wore timberland boots, carhartt suits
You can tell a nigga paid when his filas shoes suede
Ock a Ceaser or a fade kept a pistol or a blade
Try to flip a 62 like every couple days

I get knocked I come home its all a part of the game
Catch a snitch, cut a snitch or put one in his frame
Its like every other summer I was back and forth to jail
Telling nanna I'm copping out, so I don't need bail
Just the convesary, put the money orders in the mail

Call it Puppy Love Curtis and Deawn in the tree
K I S S I N G

Call it puppy love, call it puppy love
She came to see me on the alley, wrote me letters all the time
And I responded to the letters so she stayed on my mind
Told myself I'ma grind
As soon as I get out that paper what I'm about

After four months home I had the Lan I shine
Two months later I copped the Benz my nine
Stay all cocked even when it hot, TAZ out
TNT on the block, make yourself get knocked
I just love em and leave 'em, I don't give a fuck
I mean she didn't give a fuck, she had a nigga in my truck

Call it Puppy Love Curtis and Shaniqua in the tree
K I S S I N G

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Let'S Get Rocked - Lyrics - Adrenalize - Def Leppard

Title: Let'S Get Rocked
Album: Adrenalize
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Robert John Lange, Richard Savage, Joseph Elliott, Philip Kenneth Collen

Lyric:
Do you wanna get rocked?
Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked

I'm your average ordinary everyday kid
Happy to do nothin', in fact that's what I did
I got a million ways to make my day but Daddy don't agree
'Cause when I try to get away, he says, he got plans for me

"Get your butt right out of bed"
Stop buggin' me
"Get up and move your sleepy head"
Don't shake my tree

He said, "Mow the lawn", who me?
"Walk the dog", not my style, man
"Take out the trash", no way
"Tidy your room", c'mon, get real
Sorry Dad, gotta disappear
Let's get the rock out of here

Seven day weekend, up all night
In at the deep end, hang on tight
It won't take a minute, it won't take long
So get on in it, come on, come on, come on

Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked
Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked
Let's go all the way, get it night and day
Come on, let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked

I'm your average ordinary everyday dude
Drivin' with my baby to get her in the mood
She's dialin' through my radio and I'm ready to make my move
What she got ain't rock 'n' roll and it really blew my groove

It was Chopin, Mozart, Beethoven
It makes me wanna scream
Bach, Tchaikovsky, violins
Turn it off, that ain't my scene
Well, I'm sorry, girl, here's my confession
I suppose a rock's out of the question

Seven day weekend, up all night
In at the deep end, hang on tight
It won't take a minute, it won't take long
So get on in it, come on, come on, come on

Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked
Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked
Let's go all the way, get it night and day
Come on, let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked

Hey, all I wanna do is take a ride into the blue
Every time I wanna love you, I get stuck inside my room
Heaven knows I'm sick and tired of dancin' with this broom

I feel lucky today
Hey, look at that, man
Do you wanna get rocked?
Do you wanna get rocked?

Ho, it won't take you a minute
It won't take that long
So get on, get with it
Oh, come on everybody

Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked
Get on top, baby
Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked
Do you wanna, do you wanna?

Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked
Get on top of it
Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked
Love to rock your body, baby
Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked

Let's go all the way, let's do it night and day
Let's get out and play, rock the night away
Come on, let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked

Do you wanna get rocked?

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If I Ruled The World - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: If I Ruled The World
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, David Reeves, Lawrence Smith, Kurtis Blow, Aaron O'Bryant, Jean Claude Oliver, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Life, I wonder
Will it take me under, I don't know

Imagine smokin' weed in the streets without cops harassin'
Imagine goin' to court with no trial
Lifestyle cruisin' blue behind my waters, no welfare supporters
More conscious of the way we raise our daughters

Days are shorter, nights are colder
Feelin' like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra
The world's hot, my son got not evidently
It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually

Troopin' out of state for a plate knowledge
Of coke was cooked without the garbage, we'd all have the top dollars
Imagine everybody flashin', fashion
Designer clothes, lacin' your click up with diamond vogues

Your people holdin' dough, no parole
No rubbers, go in raw, imagine law with no undercovers
Just some thoughts for the mind, I take a glimpse into time
Watch the blimp read 'The World Is Mine'

If I ruled the world, imagine that
I'd free all my sons, I love 'em, love 'em, baby
Black diamonds an' pearls, could it be
If you could be mine, we'd both shine?
If I ruled the world, still livin' for today
In these last days an' times

The way to be, paradise like relaxin' black
Latino an' Anglo-Saxon, Armani exchange the reins
Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last
Brand new whips to crash, then we laugh in the iller path

The Villa house is for the crew, how we do
Trees for breakfast, dime sexes an' Benz stretches
So many years of depression make me vision
The better livin', type of place to raise kids in

Open they eyes to the lies history's told, foul
But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child
Seein' things like I was controllin', click rollin'
Trickin' six digits on kicks an' still holdin'

Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage
Gimme one shot I turn trife life to lavish
Political prisoner set free, stress free
No work, release purple M3's an' jet skis

Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities
An' reverse themes to Willies
It sounds foul but every girl I meet to go downtown
I'd open every cell in Attica, send 'em to Africa

If I ruled the world, imagine that
I'd free all my sons, I love 'em, love 'em, baby
Black diamonds an' pearls, could it be
If you could be mine, we'd both shine?
If I ruled the world, still livin' for today
In these last days an' times

An' then we'll walk right up to the sun
Hand in hand
We'll walk right up to the sun
We won't land

We'll walk right up to the sun
Hand in hand
We'll walk right up to the sun
We won't land

You'd love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry
Duck down in car seats, heat's mandatory
Runnin' from jake, gettin' chased, hunger for papes
These are the breaks, many mistakes go down out of state

Wait, I had to let it marinate, we carry weight
Tryin' to get laced, flip the ace, stack the safe
Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cop camera
Makin' moves in Atlanta, back an' forth scrambler

'Cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich
Still nobody want a nigga havin' shit
If I ruled the world an' everythin' in it, sky's the limit
I push a Q-45 Infinit

It wouldn't be no such thing as jealousies or B Felonies
Strictly livin' longevity to the destiny
I thought I'd never see but reality struck
Better find out before your time's out, what the fuck?

If I ruled the world, imagine that
I'd free all my sons, I love 'em, love 'em, baby
Black diamonds an' pearls, could it be
If you could be mine, we'd both shine?
If I ruled the world, still livin' for today
In these last days an' times

If I ruled the world, imagine that
I'd free all my sons, I love 'em, love 'em, baby
Black diamonds an' pearls, could it be
If you could be mine, we'd both shine?
If I ruled the world, still livin' for today
In these last days an' times

If I ruled the world
I'd free all my sons
I love 'em, love 'em, baby
Black diamonds an' pearls
If I ruled the world
If I ruled the world
I love 'em, love 'em, baby

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The Professional - Lyrics - Dj Clue

Title: The Professional
Artist: Dj Clue
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Bojalil Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson, Ramos Ernesto Shaw, T Perry, Victor Padilla

Lyric:
New shit, Mobb Deep, featuring Noyd, like this dunn
The professional used from my nigga vic

Yo, you catch chills P stimulates your eardrum
Taste buds more higher than drugs my song take all
I blast off on the track law, my shit is pure satisfaction
What more could you ask for?
With facts like an answer, I pour fire on earth I been to hot raw
Do Queens tires get burnt, let's peel through the real
Slide through my terrain, take a ride with me, check out my lifestyle

It's a off-road course, I stay challenged, but that's a good thing
'Cause it creates balance, Infamous wild life federation
My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate
De rate barracks, don't get yourself embarrassed
My click savage, y'all niggas is average
I'm handling your Most V.P, put 'em in P.C
Nigga, it's the I-M-D nigga, Clue

'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'
'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'

Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faults
But in New York, got it locked with bolts, blow the vote
Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats
Me and my click's champagning, and campaigning
While you rhyme about your jewels and sniff that shit up in your nostrils
I'll be plottin' on your life, to put one up in your fossil
Niggas think they gully, on the inside sweet like honey
Niggas want the bitches, we just want the money

Federal notes, flipped blue
Keys of coke store frontin' watchin' his dough
Tourin' the coast, pardon wife due, gettin' babies drunk
Call me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my style
Put holes in your Polo, I know your M-O, you half homo
Joinin' my team, that's a no-no
Say what you want, don't let it talk for you
And that's my word, I'll have this hollow tip stored for you

'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'
'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'

I dig the way Clueminatti got the beats rollin' through the body
The type of tracks, got me killin' these cats
Twenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exact
When niggas in the hood ain't no good, carry gats
And leave you on your back in a hurry
Especially, dealin' with the money

Rockin' Pelle fuckin' with the Spanish mami cheffin' up by dellis
Now we got the guns pumpin' jumps out the back of a deli
Really, these chumps gettin' slummed on the daily
Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streets
Stackin' cracks up in the fleece, so Hav blaze the bees
And pass that to me, and I'll bless piece
So this way the whole fam'll eat

Be the Infamous of this shit, pioneers of this
Survival of the fittest, nobody's fuckin' with this
So fuck around with Hav, you fuck around with me
You fuck around with me, then you fuck around with P
You fuck around with us, then you fuck around with three
Motherfuckers from the NYC, what nigga, what nigga Clueminatti

'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'
'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'

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Represent Dat G. C. - Lyrics - Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha - Kurupt

Title: Represent Dat G. C.
Album: Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Tray Davis, Ricardo Brown, James Savage, Warren G Calvin Broadus, Priest Joseph Brooks, Fred Nassar

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Lyric:
Oh y'all just wanna do with out the beat
Uh well fuck it we gon' do it like this
On radio station motherfuckin' 187.4 bitch
W Ballz part two huh? Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking Enema huh?
(Enema)

Enema not Enema Enema
I'm sayin' it baby, I just said it low
(In yo' ass)
In your motherfuckin' asshole
Okay like this, we gon' clean it up like this, huh punk bitch

Man what a bitch, gangsta shit
Fours scrape up the cement then bend
I never love me a hoe
Just to remind y'all bitches in case you didn't know

I breaks fool all niggaz, way cool all niggaz
Fuck all y'all niggaz, sawed off y'all niggaz
And I'm quick to pull out
Gangsta shit, tell a bitch to stick a dick in her mouth

As I skip to my loo, C-walkin', G talkin'
I'm a gangsta, cold hearted, sick, dumb and retarded
Came up this far without a bullet proof vest
(Yeah)
Ran with the best, sport khaki's again always stay fresh
Won't settle for less looped out, satined out

Man these niggaz on deck
Now it's the pimp of the crew, Soopafly comin' through
I got a dick and a couple balls just to name a few
The D.P. locked out, niggaz get choked out
Smoked out niggaz that'll fuck you up no doubt

Gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it
It seems so simple like there was nothin' to it
Rippin', sippin', dippin' on the fluid
West Coast nigga, yeah we be the truest

Represent that Long Beach, represent that L.B.C.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that S.T.C
Represent that Long Beach, represent that D.P.G.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that P.A.C.

I have so much beef I shoulda fucked up my colon
But I sent 'em off deprived, with both they fuckin' eyes swollen
Everything stolen and it's still rich rollin'
Niggaz can't see me 'cause I kill shit blowin'

I let loose like ain't no tomorrow with bomb beats
AK-47 street, quick to get ya, my lyrics like missiles to hit Hitler
Motherfucker stay up out my Kool-Aid pitcher
You don't wanna see my style like click-click pow

Make you bow to my wicked style, make you my child
The enemy wanna diss, nigga but how could he?
We hookers and hoodies, with a bag full of goodies, what!?
Now take that for what it's worth

I'll terrorize your territory and take over your turf
All these niggaz is rob, but they was soft as a Nerf
Nasty as after birth, they say "ooh" after the verse

I'm commercial, universal with no rehearsal
And when I'm in the hood I'm just so controversial
Niggaz know me homie the O.G.
West Coast Don, I'll smash on anyone

On my daughter and my two sons, the set and my two guns
I move the dubs and let D move the 2-1's
Not to mention all my No Limit niggaz now
We do it G style like Big C-Style

Represent that Long Beach, represent that L.B.C.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that S.T.C
Represent that L.B., represent that D.P.G.
Represent that L.B., represent that P.A.C.

What, what, what? My freestyle worth about a ticket now
So to kick a style, you gotta kick me down
Every nigga from the Pound gettin' paid now
Hey now, big bow wow honey child

I ran a hundred miles through about a hundred styles
And now I'm through with it, with nothin' else to do with it
Roll it, blaze it, pass it, now you hit it
We's a D.P.G. committee

Snoop fuck that bitch, dat Nigga Daz fuck that bitch
That trick, that goofy ass bitch
Soopafly, super high, ruff cap slip, fuckin' gangsta shit
20 Insane, 60 Crip, 19th Street Crip
Where the gangstas hang it's a gang thang, we all gang bang

Hold up
(Wait a minute)
All my niggaz get
(Gangsta with it)
Tick-tock
(Crip Walk)

And prepare to get ill when the gangstas talk
Saggin' and flaggin' with the '7-trey draggin'
Smokin' like a dragon with the .4-4 cannon
Be the last man standin' whoopin' niggaz at random

Gray and Blue bandanna's, hoo-ridin' is standard
So what y'all wanna say?
(Huh, huh?)
What y'all wanna do?
(Huh, huh?)

You niggaz trippin', while I'm steady dippin'
Throw your clip in, since y'all all flippin'
Rollin' capers, while I'm gettin' papers
Tried to shake us, you know they caught the vapors

Everyone around is soon to see
Ain't nobody comin' close to me
Keep hangin' ?round and you'll believe

Represent that Long Beach, represent that L.B.C.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that S.T.C.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that D.P.G.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that P.A.C.

Represent that Long Beach, represent that S.T.G.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that D.P.G.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that P.A.C.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that Long Beach
Represent that

Let's kick it off like this bitch, bitch please you ain't knowin'
The broadcast is directed by motherfuckin'
Snoop Doggy Dogg in this biznotch
If you're not knowin', ya know
We gon' kick it in your colon hole like this though

1-8-7.4 in your asshole like this
If you're not knowin' now your blowin' Shabadoo huh?
We gon' kick it like this to the Eastside L.B.C.
L.B.C. huh? S.D.C.? Fuck I heard it was uh, D.P.G.

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Tang Clan - Stick Me For My Riches - Lyrics - The 8 Diagrams - Wu

Title: Tang Clan - Stick Me For My Riches
Album: The 8 Diagrams
Artist: Wu
Composer(s): Ronald Maurice Bean, Robert F Diggs, Gary Grice, Jason Hunter, Clifford Smith

Lyric:
Ooh, wee, mmm, yeah

See, I was raised out on these mean streets
I'm from the projects, right, where poverty and hell meet
I'm searching everyday to find a better way, I've got a
Hustle still to get my pay before I hit bottom

Now some might say that I'm already there but who are
They to judge or question what I do? Son, so I don't care
Tired of eating cheese sandwiches with no meat
Tired of watching all the playas from the same seat

So it's a life of crime, some might sing or rhyme
To escape the ghetto before the flatline
Choices to make, what am I gonna do?
Got to use my talents, they gonna pull me through

Now with success, I become a target, they wanna set me up
I guess, more money equals more problems
They wanna get me, wanna hit me, strip me of my riches
They wanna cut me up in pieces, leave me deep in ditches

And I can't take it but I'm gonna make it
Yeah, oh, I'm gonna make it
Yeah, ohh, fight to stay alive

I was raised out on these mean streets
You know where poverty and hell meet
Brothers get jail and life's for sale, cheap
Since momma held me in her arms to tell me

That it's a cold world, I done held heat
And held myself down, lotta bodies and shells found
And niggas into taking everything, that ain't nailed down
We fell down, ain't hard to tell now

I ain't trying to see the cell now
Or see momma put her house up for bail now
So I'm a give all I got, to try and get that gwop
Nigga, I'm hot with this hustle

Go 'head and get the cops
I use my talent to get more figures
Unlike these little corner store niggas
Go change your drawers, niggas

Now with success and I've become a target
They wanna set me up, take me hostage
Or take me down some notches
They wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches
They wanna diss me, want a clip me, leave me stiff in ditches

And I can't take it, no, no but I'm gonna make it.
(This ain't no game, my life ain't nothing to play with)
Yeah, I'm gonna make it, ooh
(Face it, money is power and I'm a make it)
I'm gonna make it, ooh

Yeah, I'm gon' survive, yo, yo, aiyo
N.Y. City, gritty blocks, little love, plenty cops
Few rise, many drop, True Lies, semis cocked
Fish scale, already rocked, heavy shots, that we drop
New guys on every block, blue eyes and red dots

Pregnant mothers, broke fathers, more money, more problems
So hungry, won't starve 'em, work hard and so pardon
I got mouths to feed, I got pounds of weed
I need some more, another store, another house, indeed
An X amount of G, the reason pounds'll squeeze

And strip you naked, basic, trying to make it out the P's
Don't ever doubt a G, and have me spaz like
Face with the K and my nose all powdery
It ain't about the streets, it's 'bout the beast within
That won't give in to 'lice, down to bleed, G

Now with success and I've become a target
They wanna set me up, take me hostage
Or take me down some notches
They wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches
They wanna diss me, wanna clip me leave me stiff in ditches

And I can't take it
(Yeah)
No, no, but I'm gonna make it
(Yeah, yeah, turn the beat up a little right here)
Yeah, I'm gonna make it, ooh
(Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, just, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)

Aiyo, RZA, Meth, GZA, Deck, Ghost and Chef be cashing checks
Killa, Cap be snapping necks, Street and 'Zilla flash the tech
Sacrifice a savage life if he trying to bag my ice
Tag a price on merchandise, tell me, is it worth yo' life?

No, it's a cold, cold, cold world
You can't be playing games with my life
I've gotta fight to survive, fight to stay alive

Aiyo, metal pipes ignite, sparking fire, light the darkness night
Trying to stick me for my riches, now y'all bitches taking flight
Major business, raise the digits, tried to strike me for my life
Slice and dice, men or mice, GZA tell 'em what it's like

Aiyo, money making, people flaking, Cash Rules, fuck the bacon
Earthquaking, head is aching, bank stop, dice shaking
Times are hard, sew a job, scheming niggaz wanna rob
Use a hoe to slob ya knob, hit you with unruly mobs

Stab you in the back and smile, watch you bleed for a while
Hating on the agile, steal ya name and bite ya style
Hold you for a ransom note, Goliath cutting David's throat
Grab yo' vest, abandon boat and leave you out at sea to float

Now with success and I've become a target
They wanna set me up
I guess, more money equals more problems
They wanna hit me, wanna stick me, get me for my riches
They wanna diss me, want clip me, leave me stiff in ditches

And I can't take it, no, no but I'm gonna make it
Yeah, oh, I'm gonna make it, ooh, yeah
It's a cold, cold, cold world
I got my hand on my gun, they got a brother on the run

Yeah, it's a cold, cold, cold world
You can't be playing games with my life
I've gotta fight to survive, fight to stay alive
This ain't a game, this is my life

Keep pushing me to the edge, I'm gonna push back
And you won't like that, it's guaranteed you won't like that
When ya laid down, laid flat

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