Think I'M Crazy - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: Think I'M Crazy
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Gert Yvonne M Bettens, Nsilo Reddick, Sarah Bettens, Hakeem T Seriki, Nicholas W Sherwood

Lyric:
I want to know who you are but you still look very nice
So will you talk to me?
Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

See, it started off as just a simple conversation I gave her
The name of my record company
(Oh you're a Sanger)
I said my name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap entertainer

Oh you that guy they talking 'bout when they be whisperin', ain't cha
Bring your name up when they talking and say money will change ya
I heard a lot about how you can't deal with your anger
Heard the rumors how you're always in trouble or danger
Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no need to explain sir
You do have a right to be, you seem like you're nice to me
And like you're gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?

I tell the boy the same Hennessey on ice for me
Her drink starts emptying as she's pouring out her life to me
Telling me about her goals and how successful she would like to be
And invite me to a session of her life
And she seems so damn innocent but something isn't right to me
She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, would you like to see?"

I'm thinking she gotta be friendly as hell
Giving a soul to me, it's like an identity sell
We never met is the story that my memory tells
Telling me tales like she doesn't handle Hennessey well

Getting into it, getting intimate and into details
See, I just met you and you showing me your kids
Who said I had any kids? I didn't bring up no kids
Then who's in this picture? Man, let you show you just who it is

I want to know who you are but you still look very nice
So will you talk to me?
Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

Umm, I don't remember her name but she look like an angel
She wasn't from here, I knew she didn't hang a
Round a part of the hood but hey the story gets stranger
'Cause this stranger was stranger than I could explain you see

She said she wasn't married but the rings on her finger
Told me she was langin' and using the same uh
Game I use on women so I couldn't even blame her
Spitting the game I spit to 'em when I'm trying to bang her

I bump into this dime, he told me that he used to know you
He told me about the loyalty and love he used to show you
He said what he said with a passion like it was so true
Wouldn't take advantage of the fact
That the listeners didn't really know you

There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I'll show you
She digs in her purse and while she fumbles around
I find that photo, I'm like, "Oh no there's some trouble in town"
I turn around as these two officers is coming in now

They walk in real suspicious and come and sit down
So close, I can see they barrels of the guns to the ground
So close that they can listen to either of us now
We turn back around and she says no need for whispering
Then she tells me that

I don't really give a damn whose listening
Try to make it last a long time was my mission
And he kept on tripping and then I got pissed at him
Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were never missing him

I want to know who you are but you still look very nice
So will you talk to me?
Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

Okay, let's get this straight, your man cheated on you and now
You talking to a perfect stranger like it's making you proud
And the rest of this conversation she just telling me how
It wasn't her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile
She said

Pictures can be deceiving like she knew he was foul
Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses a smile's power
Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't stand it another hour
So she did what she did then she went to go take a shower

Damn what do you mean?
(Couldn't tell you that I missin' him)
I don't understand what you're saying, how did you get rid of him?
She dissing him, as I ask her what it is she did to him

She stops, ay keep talkin' I'm listening
(I don't wanna tell about the images I'm picturing)
Henny spilling then she tell me
(For real and I got the feeling of what I'm feeling
Is that I wanted to kill him)

Something's wrong here and I know just who is the villain
The poison's getting louder, the moral is getting clearer
The officers is looking at us and I can tell they can hear her, told me
(It was protection, reached for it in the stash)

The plastic is what she grabbed and she put it right on his ass
Bust it before the blast, she thought she was free at least
Baby I think you crazy, sorry I'm pressing for time
I gotta go grind, time's putting to resting
Now I'm sweating and stressing, this girl's got me guessing

That this conversation is two types of evil confession
And she pulls a clearer picture, it's my damn ex-best friend
How you know him? She told me she was with him at his house
Watching movies on Sundays when they be chilling

And that's exactly the day that the hospital came to get him
The feeling was the worst feeling that she could possibly be feeling
Stood up and then I yelled out, "Why in the hell did you kill him?"
I didn't kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy

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Story And Pictures - Lyrics - Woven Hand

Title: Story And Pictures
Artist: Woven Hand
Composer(s): David Eugene Edwards

Lyric:
Shook out my salvation in all four corners of my room
Lowly is the dust, trustworthy the broom

White lady, growlin' on a chain
Peacock caw the sound of my lover's name
The tone was pure and played on gut
From your birdhouse aflame

Your fire burns for me, red as grace
The blush came easily to your face
Your fire burns for me, red as grace
And she says that none would have her

As a boy I too drew near to the love of dust
Tough skin, blue light cowboy, idle hands they rust

Your fire burns for me, red as grace
The blush came easily to your face
Your fire burns for me, red as grace
And she says that none would have her

Let us allow the character to build
Wise as serpents and harmless as doves
Let's allow the emptiness to fill
Rich in mercy and brotherly love

Your fire burns for me, red as grace
The blush came easily to your face
Your fire burns for me, red as grace
And she says that none would have her

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Scattered - Lyrics - Nimrod - Green Day

Title: Scattered
Album: Nimrod
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyric:
Well I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor
Reminds me of the times we shared
Makes me wish that you were here
'Cause now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life
All the songs have been erased
Guess I've learned from my mistakes

Well open the past and present now and we are there
Story to tell and I am listening
Open the past and present and the future too
It's all I've got and I'm giving it to you

Well loose ends tied in knots
Leaving a lump down in my throat
Well gagging on a souvenir, live to tell another year
Well drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds
Leaving myself open wide
Living out a sacrifice

Open the past and present now and we are there
Story to tell and I am listening
Open the past and present and the future too
It's all I've got and I'm giving it to you

If you got no one
And I've got no place to go
Would it be alright?
Could it be alright?

I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor
Reminds me of the times we shared
Makes me wish that you were here
'Cause now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life
Well all the songs have been erased
Guess I've learned from my mistakes

Well open the past and present now and we are there
Story to tell and I am listening
Open the past and present and the future too
It's all I've got and I'm giving it to you
It's all I've got and I'm giving it to you

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Hard Luck Story - Lyrics - Men At Work

Title: Hard Luck Story
Artist: Men At Work
Composer(s): Colin Hay

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Lyric:
Don't ask me to love my neighbor
'Cause I don't love the man
Don't ask me for my favors
I won't lend a hand

And if I had real power
Then I could disappear
Wouldn't have to be around you
I'd sink into the atmosphere

Then I wouldn't hear
Your hard luck story
It's a hard luck
Hard luck story

Don't ask me to tip the waiter
For he is underhand
I can tell he is a woman hater
And he is a nasty man

Within reach, lies all desire
For each and every soul
Stripped bare and stretching higher
You fall into the last black hole

To end your hard
Hard luck story
It's a hard luck
Hard luck story

Don't ask me to pray to Jesus
I've never met the Man
I only meet weekend preachers
Pictures of the promised land

All the new holy saviors
Who pretend to understand
Who do you think will save you?
A modern day beggar man

Such a hard
Hard luck story
It's a hard luck
Hard luck story

It's such a hard
Hard luck story
It's a hard luck
Hard luck story

(It's such a hard)
Don't ask me to love my neighbor
(Hard luck story)
Don't ask me to tip the waiter

(It's a hard luck)
Don't ask me to pray to Jesus
(Hard luck story)
He picked His time to leave us

It's a hard luck
Hard luck story
It's a hard luck
Hard luck story
It's a hard luck
Hard luck story

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Pictures Of You - Lyrics - Poison Kiss - The Last Goodnight

Title: Pictures Of You
Album: Poison Kiss
Artist: The Last Goodnight
Composer(s): Jeff Blue, Michael Nadeau, Kurtis John

Lyric:
This is the clock up on the wall
This is the story of us all
This is the first sound
Of a new born child before he starts to crawl

This is the war that's never won
This is the soldier and his gun
This is the mother way to buy
The fall praying for her son

Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung up on your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be

There is a drug that cures it all
Blocked by the governmental wall
We are the scientists inside the lab
Just waiting for the call

This earthquake weather has got me shaking
Inside I'm high up and dry

Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung up on your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be

Confess to me every secret moment
Every stolen promise you believe
Confess to me, all that lies between us
All that lies between you and me

We are the boxers in the ring
We are the bells that never sing
There is a title we can't win
No matter how hard we must swing

Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung up on your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we could have been

Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung up on your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we could have been
Could have been, we could have been

Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we could have been
Could have been

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Teardrops And Closed Caskets - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Teardrops And Closed Caskets
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Quincy Jones, Skip Scarborough, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Nathaniel Hale, Nate Dogg, Val Young, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Word it's like all we got left
Teardrops and closed caskets
Throw it up fool, hey nigga
Tell me how you feel homie
Yeah

It took a week to go down, you recollect and see how crazy it sounds
The whole town's on a mission, adolescents, penitentiary bound
Now introducin' young Trigga
Since birth, eyes set on gettin' bigger
Just another wild ass nigga
But he was fiendin' for Precious, what?
But Precious was a ghetto girl
Couldn't be no sex without that gold Lexus

But lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers
Seein' visions of people smokin' and niggaz catchin' vapors
Got his man from around the corner, we'll call him 'Lil Mo
Been in so many reform schools, they had to let him go
Here's where the plot thickens
They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin'
They call the squad, hittin' blocks with they guns blowin'
Somebody's gonna die tonight

Still no one's knowin', so they kept goin'
Catchin' dealers comin' out they cars, will they survive?
Two semi automatic nines, them niggaz died
Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate
To death and wish they could die, so peep the lesson
But wait a minute back to Precious
She's snortin' dope in the backseat of Trigg's Lexus
Teardrops and closed caskets

Will I forever be alone?
(Teardrops and closed caskets)
(Teardrops and closed caskets)
Will I forever be alone?
(Teardrops and closed caskets)

Don't let these ghetto streets get you, Precious
Was the victim, from a dime to a nickel
Hopin' God's blessings stick with ya
Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin' bigger
Familiar face, but a man now, it's lil' Trigga
Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the fullest
Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets
All he wanted was to be a thug

Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
Here's where it gets ya
Now Precious is pregnant, lil' Trigga is happy
He wants to marry her now, not knowin' he ain't the daddy
But precious was lonely while lil' Trigga was makin' dough
She's slippin' in secret places and gettin' with Lil' Mo
The neighborhood's buzzin', now people are talkin'
Lil' Trigga's gettin' pictures of the both of 'em walkin'

Hand in hand, couldn't understand
How his baby's mama could disappear
With another man and his best friend
Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't believe me
Then watch the way that this story ends, and maybe you'll see
There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin'
Just the smoke from the cap, peelin' a man with no feelings
Teardrops and closed caskets

Will I forever be alone?
(Teardrops and closed caskets)
(Bury you dead and look ahead)
(A man with no feelings)
(Teardrops and closed caskets)
Will I forever be alone?
(Teardrops and closed caskets)
(That's all we got left, that's all)

Now with the problems of poverty, and the tricks to these tales
How many people will die? How many will live to tell?
Although best friends before, Lil' Trigga and Mo
They in an all out war, over a fiend they ain't know
Behind the curtains, their privacy, lust is already laid down
The results is the same with different names and it turns out
Y'all know how it is, same old thing in the same old town
Lil' Trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out
Think it's Lil' Mo, was plottin' plans on gettin' bigger
Precious was his way to put his hands on Lil' Trigga

All the while let's look at Precious
Too dumb to see what's goin' down, too doped up to ask questions
Used to be comrades, but now we blast on sight
What could be so bad?
God, will we last tonight?
From misdemeanors to felonies, small time to sellin' ki's
I can't believe the shit they tellin' me
They open fire, three bodies drop, so call the cops
Precious, Lil' Mo and Trigg
Teardrops and closed caskets

Will I forever be alone?
(Aiy QBIII in this motherfucker)
(Teardrops and closed caskets)
(We dedicate this to all the fallen comrades, that's right)
(All the homies that didn't make it to see this day)
(Rest in peace)
Will I forever be alone?
(Ya knahmean? I know it's hard out there)
(With teardrops and closed caskets)

(It's like that's all we got to look forward to these days)
(Murders, brothers dyin', funerals)
Will I forever be alone?
(Shit, it's like I ain't gonna wear another suit, homey
I done ran out of tears)
(We gon' have to do somethin y'all)
(We gon' have to do somethin')
Will I forever be alone?
('Cause I know all these mothers is tired of seein' the same thing)
(Rest in peace)
(Teardrops and closed caskets)

(I send this out to M'thulu Geronimo)
(And to, all the fallen comrades, all the soldiers)
Will I forever be alone?
(To the homie Boonie, rest in peace nigga)
(All the homies that fell, all the homies)
(May God bless your families)
(May you always live in the motherfuckin' heart)
Will I forever be alone?
(In a thug niggaz heart forever)
(That's right)
(Rest in peace nigga)

May your enemies be deceased, dead on the streets
We can't have peace 'til the niggaz get a piece

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Uptown - Lyrics - Goodfellas - 504 Boyz

Title: Uptown
Album: Goodfellas
Artist: 504 Boyz
Composer(s): Kenny Hairston, Corey Miller, Percy Miller, Mckinley Phipps

Lyric:
Did you call a taxi? Yeah
Where you going, my brother?
Up town, ya heard me
Calliope 36-49 go 'cross the
Bra Bridge and make a left

I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Up town baby, don't clown, baby
It goes down, baby, I'm with my rounds, baby
Up town CP3, nigga, my block stay hot
You rally dirty war, nigga, I got it on lock
From the Mac to the Meph to the Calliope
Nigga in the bricks at night, fool, anything goes

Rose Tavern is the spot were I stash the glock
Hoody Hoo Run forest, here comes the cops
Nigga, second line badge where my peeps get killed
R.I.P. T' shirts, nigga, to remember the real

Sam Skulley got killed and Big Glen got Life
My lil' cousin Jimmy did 8
But now he's trying to change his life

I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas
Yea, yea, yea, yea
I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas
Yea, yea, yea, yea

Now, let me take you to the land of the choppers
Pussy poppers and body droppers
Crooked cops and quarter shops
When the cop shopper, you get your hands on a bird
Don't say a word, there is a million Coke
Spots with no Coke to serve

When you see them nigga swerve in the Lexus
And you can't get no bus pass
To get your ski mask and get a click
But make sure it, niggas, you been fucking with
Get a bitch 'bout that murder, murder and sucking dick

On the slick doe and the wanna akickdoes
And I think it was them nigga out that Thomas
'Cause they had them black macs and bombers
But you didn't hear that me, I can't talk, I can't see
Look, matter fact when it happen, I was overseas with P

And that how a nigga be, I be on GT with wears and boots
When them fucking people spin in, my niggas holla, "Oop oop"
And if a nigga find ya, we second line behind ya, blow some
Ganja in your memories, sportin' Tee's to remind ya we still

I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas
Yea, yea, yea, yea
I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas
Yea, yea, yea, yea

Now if you looking for me, playa
When I'm down in the city
You wanna get with me then hit me
Or come in that Calliope and get me

For real ask Whine and Eyes
I be down in the cut
Me, Boo Gee and Tee Dee
We be tearing shit up

Feel my rounds, uptown them tuff guys on the block
Just like Slim and Marcello
They got that Nolia on lock
And that Rose Tavern

I'm chilling right in front of Randall pictures
They hit cha but ask Victor
We'll always be with cha

I'll let Lil Cory tell a story while he down in the 5th
I hit the spliff, pass the twirk and yell CP3
We make a move and bounce the House of Blues full of Tequila
We left the dagger shop, them po po's sweating the block

And now, it's back to the, back to the Calliope
The driveway in the middle of 3rd Ward code
I represented lil' daddy 'cause it's a Calliope thing
And up town is the place where I chill and hang

I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas
Yea, yea, yea, yea
I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas

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Smile For Me Now - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Smile For Me Now
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Brad Jordan, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Damon E Thomas

Lyric:
There's gonna be some stuff that you're gonna see
That's gonna make it hard to smile in the future
(No noubt)

But whatever you see, through all the rain and pain
You gotta keep a sense of humor
Gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit
Remember that just keep ya head up

Our lifesytle's be close caption, addicted to fatal attraction
Pictures and actions be played back in the mist of mashin'
No fairytales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of Hell. lail and crack cells

[Unverified] culture or the repercussion
While bustin' on back-stabbing vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures

Why shed tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years was spend burying my peers
In the cemetery, here's a message to the newborns
Waiting to breath, if you believe you can achieve, just look at me

Against all odds, though life is hard, we carry on
Living in the projects, broke, with no lights on
To all the G's that follow me, protect your essence
Born with less but you're still precious, just smile for me now

Oh, won't you smile for me?
(Just smile for me now)
Oh, won't you smile for me?
(Nigga you black, smile for me now)

Oh, won't you smile for me?
(You ain't got nothin' to worry about)
(Smile for me now)
Oh, won't you smile for me?
(And the next generation)

Now as I open up my story with the blaze of your blunt
So you can picture thoughts slowly upon phrases I run
And I can walk you through the dayz that it done
I often wish that I can save everyone

But I'm a dreamer, have you ever seen a nigga
Who was strong in the game?
Over-looking his tomorrows and they finally came
Look back on childhood memories and I'm still feelin' the pain

Turnin' circles in my 9th grade dealin' cocaine
Too many hassels in my local lights, survivin' the strain
And a man without a focused life could drive him insane
Stuck inside a getto fantasy, hopin' it'd change

But we're not focused on reality, we broken in Jane
Had a dream of livin' wealthy, makin' it big
Over football [unverified] what take it, he did

And after all my mama's thankin' God
For blessing her child
All my mama gotz to do now is collect and then smile
(Smile)

Oh, won't you smile for me?
(Smile for me now)

Fuck tha world as we unload, we witness furious speeds
Un-answered questions keep us all stressin' curious G's
Back stabbed and bleeding, crooked thoughs, laced with weed

Learnin', duckin' stray shots, bullets be hot
They burnin', inhale the shroom smoke, visualize the flames
Will I be smothered by my own pain?
Strange wisdoms cowards conversate'

So quick to dis' us, takin' pictures for the Feds
In desperate hopes they get us, hit us all, give us plenty centuries
Forgive my stance, sinse I entered many penitentiaries

The best revenge is fuck friends we milatary minded soljahs
Bustin' shots blindly, trying to find Jehovah
To help me, somebody save me, lost and crazy
Scared to drop a seed, hopin' I ain't cursed babies

Maybe now, niggaz feel me now picture my pain
Embrace my words, make the world change
And still I smile nigga

Oh, won't you smile for me?
(Smile for me now)
Oh, won't you smile for me?
(Smile for me now)

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Temperature'S Rising - Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

Title: Temperature'S Rising
Album: The Infamous
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Lynn Blythe Davis, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Patrice L. Rushen, Freddie Washington

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Lyric:
Yeah
Uhh, no doubt, son, word up

Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run
Filled with body, now it's time to stash the guns
They probably got the phones tap, so I won't speak long
Gimme a half second and I'ma put you on
It's all messed up, somebody's snitchin' on the crew
And word is on the street is, they got pictures of you
Homicide came to the crib last night, six deep
Axin' on your whereabouts, so where do you sleep?

They said they just wanna question you, but me and you know
That once they catch you, all they do is just arrest you
Then arraign you, hang you, I don't think so
It's a good thing you bounced but now you're stayin' low
Once in a blue, I check to see how you doin'
I know you need loot, so I send it through Western Union
They probably knock down the door
In the middle of the night, sometimes around four
Hopin' to find who they're lookin' for but they want to see
All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed

But worse, son, you got the projects hotter than hell
Harder for brothers to get their thug on but oh, well
Son, they know too much, even the hood rat chicks
Oh, you heard who did what and why I don't this shit
So stop askin', then I know I'm not goin' crazy
From windows, I see lights flashin' and maybe
Somebody's takin' pictures, you know who that be
Police lovers and neighborhood snitches
They put up pert ice, so everybody's pointin' fingers
And lyin', aiyo son, the temp is risin'

Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
The temperature's risin', huh and there's nothin' surprisin'
The temperature's risin', huh and there's nothin' surprisin'
The temperature's risin', there's nothin' surprisin'

What up, black? Hold your head wherever you at
On the flow from the cops or wings on your back
That snitch nigga gave police your location
We'll chop his body up in six degrees of separation
Killer listen, shit ain't the same without you at home
Phony niggas walk around tryin' to be your clone
They really fear you, when you was at home you was pale
That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail

By the time you hear this rhyme you probably be locked up
Tried to hustle, where along the lines your plan slipped up
Got caught up in a crime that you can't take back
Reminisce on how I use to pick you up in the Ac
Years ago when we was younger seemed the hood
Took us under very deep
Wonderin' who snitched and got me losin' lots of sleep
At night, you know my mouth is tight
I never sang to the cops 'cos that shit ain't right
Sometimes, I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrack
Damn, why the situation go down like that?

It'll be a long time before the heat dies down
In a couple of years, fool, we'll see you around
But 'til then, maintain and keep you story the same
The cops is grabbin' wrong niggas, lookin' for someone to blame
They harrassin', strugglin' to find the truth
Is it a chance you case'll get thrown out 'cos they ain't got no proof

To say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthy
Deliver me the gun, I'll tie two, quickly throw it in the river
Make sure it sinks to the bottom
Our smart police snuck you out at the projects, we got 'em
But still, but still, but still

Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'

Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'
Temperature's risin' and there's nothin' surprisin'

Surprising
Surprising
Surprising
...

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All By Myself - Lyrics - B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story - Cassidy

Title: All By Myself
Album: B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Barry Adrian Reese, Charles Richard Cason

Lyric:
I don't have no one but me myself and I
Listen

I gotta get some work done man
I ain't come in the studio just to chill
This Swizz just flew out, this Neo Sleep
So I'm a go over to this MP

And see if I can come up with my own track
To keep it movin', yeah let me try that
Aight, find these drums, yeah that's knockin'
Yeah, that's crazy right there

I'm feelin' that, okay, let me add these high hats
Okay, I think I'm gettin' the hang out of this joint man
That's crazy, yeah I'm a make this beat myself man
Now let me add the scratch, okay and the crash, break it down now

Add this 808 drum and get it knockin'
A lil' bit more, that's crazy
I'm feelin' this track right here man
Now all I gotta do is spit somethin' crazy and it's a wrap

I'm in the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself, I'm on my own
But homes I could set the tone myself
And make the track that I could rap on myself

I wrote the rap myself, did the track myself
Went in the booth produced that myself
I did the bass, did the claps myself
Did the drums snares and the high hats myself

I play each sound, I'm bangin' out beats now
The only one with heat now holdin' the streets down
I paint pictures everybody could see
But besides God I ain't got nobody but me

I'm in the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself
But I don't need nobody else
And God

I'm in the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself
But I don't need nobody else
And God

I wanna thank my fans, good lookin' for the mail
'Cause I was goin' through it when they put me in the jail
They put me in the cell, just me and the rats
And my relationship with God is what kept me relaxed

DA will say anythin' except for the facts
And they had a lot of evidence except for the gats
Before they prove you guilty they'll treat you like a criminal
They tried to give me first degree they said it was intentional

I had to get **** together on my own
The media was talkin' like I'm never comin' home
When me and my mother used to talk together on the phone
She would say keep the faith and you will beat this case, yup

I'm in the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself
But I don't need nobody else
And God

I'm in the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself
But I don't need nobody else
And God

I gotta clique that'll grip steel for me
I gotta squad that'll ride, that'll kill for me
But I argue and fight with my own mother
And now a days you can't even trust your own brother

So make sure you keep your enemies the closest to you
'Cause your friends will the ones who put the toasters to you
That's why you gotta watch your surroundin's
'Cause ****** that can swim love watchin' you drownin'

So only real ****** chill with me
But ain't nobody gonna pay my bills but me see
You might got a crew that can help
But if you want it done right you gotta do it yourself, yup

I'm in the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself
But I don't need nobody else
And God

I'm in the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself
But I don't need nobody else
And God

That's crazy man, they got your boy Cassidy rappin'
Makin' tracks now, soon I'm gonna be CEO of my own company
I'ma be promotin' my own projects, puttin' out my own artist
I'ma be doin' a lot of things on my own in the near future, man
Watch out for me

I don't need nobody but me myself and I
I got a lot of people that's there for me
A lot of people that love me, a lot of people that support me
But at the end of the day I don't need nobody but me myself man
Sometimes I feel alone in this world, for real

I don't have no one but me myself and I
Listen

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Kenji - Lyrics - The Rising Tied - Fort Minor

Title: Kenji
Album: The Rising Tied
Artist: Fort Minor
Composer(s): Mike Shinoda

Lyric:
My father came from Japan in 1905
He was, 15 when he immigrated from Japan
He, he, he worked until he was able to buy this patch
And build a store

Let me, tell you the story in the form of a dream
I don't know why I have to tell it, but I know what it means
Close your eyes, just picture the scene
As I paint it for you, it was World War II
When this man named Kenji woke up
Ken was not a soldier
He was just a man, with a family, who owned a store in L.A.

That day, he crawled out of bed like he always did
Bacon and eggs with wife and kids
He lived on the second floor of a little store, he ran
He moved to L.A. from Japan
They called him 'Immigrant'
In Japanese, he'd say, he was called, Esay
That meant 'First generation in the United States'

When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs
But most of all afraid of a homeland attack
And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat
His world went black 'cause
Right there, front page news, three weeks before 1942
"Pearl Harbour's been bombed and the Japs are comin'"

Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin'
Ken knew what it would lead to
Just like he guessed, the President said
"The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away"
They gave Ken, a couple of days
To get his whole life packed in two bags
Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes

Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in
So two trash bags, was all they gave them
When the kids asked mum, "Where are we goin'?"
Nobody even knew, what to say to them
Ken didn't wanna lie, he said, "The US is lookin' for spies
So we have to live in a place called Mandinar
Where a lot of Japanese people are"

Stop it, don't look at the gunmen
You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin'
If you gonna run or not,
'Cause if you run then you might get shot
Other than that, try not to think about it
Try not to worry 'bout it bein' so crowded
Someday, we'll get out, someday, someday

As soon as war broke out
The G.I. came and they just come to the house
And you have to come all the Japanese have to go
They took Mr.Lee, people didn't understand
Why did they have to take him?
Because he's an innocent labor

So now, they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them
Every day, every night, look down at them
From watch towers up on the wall
Ken couldn't really hate them at all
They were just doin' their job and
He wasn't gonna make any problems

He had a little garden, with vegetables and fruits that
He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made
But in the back of his mind, he wanted his families life saved
Prisoners of war in their own damn country, what for?
Time passed in the prison town

He wanted them to live it down when they were free
The only way out was, joinin' the army
And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on
And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb
That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the war pretty fast
Two cities were blown to bits, the end of the war came quick

Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife
But, when they got back to their home
What they saw made them feel so alone
These people had trashed every room
Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors
Written on the walls and the floor 'Japs not welcome anymore'

And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside
He, looked at his wife without words to say
She looked back at him, wiped the tears away
And, said, "Someday, we'll be okay, someday"
Now, the names have been changed, but the story's true
My family was locked up back in '42
My family was there it was dark and damp
And they called it, an internment camp

When we first got back from camp, uhh
It was pretty, pretty bad, I, I remember my husband said
"Are we gonna stay 'til last?"
Then my husband died before they close the camp

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Another Story To Tell - Lyrics - Double Up - Mase

Title: Another Story To Tell
Album: Double Up
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Harold Beatty, Anthony Best, Brian Holland, Mason Betha, Edward Jr Holland

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Lyric:
Yo, since I've been in this game, yo
A lot of funny shit that happened with these hoes, man
And this shit I?m ?bout to tell you Mase
Is a true story, Puff know the bitch, uh, yo

You know I don?t wanna come across foul
I?m only telling you about my lifestyle
I had a girl named Kate I date in Georgia State
Girl named Samantha I met in Clark, Atlanta

I even knew these girls named Laura and Yvette
Switched up giving me head in Georgia Tech
Now flip the script, mess with girls that strip
Give ?em tips just so I can feel I?m they his

They like, Mase I like your eyes and I love your lips
I?m like, that ain?t enough to make you sit in the six
She said Mase, lot of things I wanna teach you ?bout
If I tell you my past, it?ll freak you out

Save your dough, you know I wanna treat you out
Fuck sucking your dick, I wanna eat you out
I?m like whoa now, slow down
You remind of these young chickens I knew from uptown

Got a butt like this girl that worked in Motown
So if we ain?t gonna fuck then where we go now
I don?t move too fast, you move too slow
You wasn?t saying this just a moment ago

You was sitting at the bar just spending my dough
You owe me something bitch, you gon? blow me or something
She said this thing you need to know before we fuck
I ain?t like all these other sluts

And if I told you I was a virgin you wouldn?t believe me
I know getting pussy for you is easy
You hit every bitch from Antee to a Tuskegee
Plus you know I know your girlfriend Kiki

And for a moment honey tried to freak me
But being the man I am I?m still in pimp mode
Could tell she was Harlem ?cause I seen her zip code
And then she started showing me pictures of Flip Mode

So I?m with my man and you know we gon? discuss her
All I could hear is him saying, don?t trust her
You know her lil? cousin fuck with Usher
Plus her best friend got a baby from Busta

So I layed back and peeped the ho?
It?s her word against his, I can?t believe the ho?
Yo, I only knew this girl from a weekend ago
And I figure she a freak, Cease would know

So I called up my nigga, I?m like Cease what up, what up
Is she a freak, nigga?
Cease been fucked, but Cease admitted
Yo, that he ain?t even hit it, now y?all I really don?t get it

And she tried to play mike like he?s some nigga in a Civic
And sucked Puff dick for some Budweiser tickets
Yo, you believe this bitch, yo?
She sucked his dick for some Budweiser tick

That bitch gonna give me my shit B, word up
I?m not even fucking playing
I bet you she give me my watch back though, I bet that
And all my fucking ice better be in it, too
Matter of fact, I want my fucking couch out that shit B
Word up, tell your sis get my fucking couch B, I ain?t fucking playing

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187 He Wrote - Lyrics - Spice 1

Title: 187 He Wrote
Artist: Spice 1
Composer(s): Robert Lee Green Jr., Gentry Reed, Barry White

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Lyric:
I'm tryin' to keep my aces and my deuces all together
I'm thinkin' of self-murder, I know I won't live forever
This chronic got me noid I need to get a job
But instead I wanna sell dope hang on a rope and steady mobb

I'm wakin' up in the morning thinkin' of death
As I break out in a cold sweat
I'm havin' dreams of a whole family put to rest
Visions of a dead man body bags
And all the youngsters gettin' their cap peeled over colored rags

I write about murder and death 'cause that's all in the hood
Comin' up strong while in crack, yo G it's all good
Describin' a way of life that they don't understand G
So I'mma keep breakin' it down until dey understand me

You see it's real G and jealousy it roam my block
That's why I'm never leavin' the house without my plastic glock
'Cause if they want it they'll take it and kill for it
And if it's worth sumptin' then blood gettin' spilled for it

My mother thinks I'm goin' crazy
And when I leave the house she just stares out the window
I think I'm being followed every time I leave my home
Havin' these fatal thoughts of gettin' chrome to my dome

18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote
18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote, blow

Did things up in the past that I regret at 22
And when I hit 23 I hope I'm livin' well as you
It's good to be alive in 93 I guess that so
But if I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go

I guess I'm just a soldier with a song out of the streets black
Stressin' of that chronic sack but I feel death is knockin' at my bed
Sleep walkin' with my pistol in the middle of the night
Wakin' up inside my hooptie holdin' my Glock full of fright

Violent in this art that's only because
It's comin' from a G to the heart
Got friends that have died and I mourn for their families
Bringin' flowers to dey graves every time I get a chance G

Nuthin' like a old school homie from the hood
Which are right or wrong doin' dirt doin' good
And now I know inside I'll never see my boy again
I fie myself always pour brew out fo my friends

18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote
18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote, blow

I'm keepin' all my pictures from my homies up in jail
If I told you what dey did it will problably turn your pale
I used to hang with killers and I didn't even know
Wrestlin' with my homies as a youngster age 4

Now half of dem is dead and the rest is in the jailhouse
Writin' to me monthly givin they homies sumtin' to rap about
Tell me do my music and don't trip off what dey say
Thinkin' to myself I might just be in there one day

Some stayed about the big house and still slangin' yay
And now dey stayin' under diction of feds everyday
Tryin' to wash their money they wanna go on tour G
Gettin' into the business learn about the industry

Try to help 'em out doin' everythang I can
I still gotta worry 'bout the next jealous man
My homies gettin' robbed so they rob somebody else
You can see it never stops let that story tell itself

I'm walkin' with my head down pervin' in the rain
Thinkin' deep askin' myself am I insane
I think about that daily and I'm leavin' on that note
And that's the definition of the 187 that he wrote

18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote
18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote, blow

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Murder - Stressin - Lyrics - C

Title: Murder - Stressin
Artist: C
Composer(s): Corey Miller, Roderick Dremell Tillman

Lyric:
Cut that mike up for me bass
Let's do this thang boy,
Deadly sounds right back at ya
Can't stop none of this?
Playa, check this out

They don't want this chorus all they want is Murder
They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
And I've been stressin' since a adolescent
They don't want this chorus all they want is Murder
They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence

Now I ain't never robbed rally's
But it was close, I've done stick ups for Bally's
We love to smoke as I recall I heard you mention my name
What you love to see me stressin'?
This ain't part of the game you must be high
'Cause you rockin' like a Bass Head
You hear me, I'm grindin', workin' hard for mine ya feel me

Four hundred years of pain and now this
It's like them cockroaches got you trained, just like a bitch
You see they smile in yo face now what they after
And now they wanna take my place

Them back stabba's, blucka blucka, I'mma get you sucka
We roll tinted windows on the black Humma Trucka
And after it rain he might be dead like Jesse James
Trained for pain even when I lose everything I gain

It's simple mathematics when you go ballistic
Statistics show we breed soldiers in my district
It ain't like Mr. Rodgers I learned the game
But it wasn't from the Dodgers

Pissed from pain, and Welfair wasn't a question
Just a decision, we embraced it as a blessin'
'Cause food was missin' and my tattoos tell a story
I'm Bossainie and Kevin died in his glory
I know he see me, I'm runnin' but I ain't movin'
It's like a dream, 'cause all they want is Murder
That's what it seem

They don't want this chorus, all they want is Murder
They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
And I've been stressin' since a adolescent
They don't want this chorus all they want is Murder
They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
And I've been stressin' since a adolescent

Come meet me in the projecets 'cause it's a set up
And the only way to stop, watch him get wet up
Ain't no since in you fakin' with me
I'm just a pebble and the window you got is bigger than me

Watch me shadow while blood splattered and hit the pave
I'm puttin' fresh flowers on my empty grave
Tryna sell a million so I can provide for my lil' one
Shit, they want little mess like the rest of the ghetto children

It's confusin', I'm losin' pieces to a broken puzzle
Russian Roulette to my head it's down bubble muzzle
I'm Kamakazi, you try me put yourself right beside me
I'm a wanted man call Baby Mamma so she can hide me

The only victim is all the brotha locked up in prison
Gettin' letters and pictures, I know they people miss em'
Take a ride to Texas in a stolen Lexus
Three mack 11's is ready, that's me only protection

"Who do I believe in really?", I put my faith in God
I was dealt some bad cards, he's fightin' in school yards
And fightin' at night behind bars the devil hit me wit a murder charge
All they want is Murder boy

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Don'T Cry - Lyrics - Untold Story - Game

Title: Don'T Cry
Album: Untold Story
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Sean Montel Smith, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Amayah wake up baby
I know you're sleepin', but daddy's home now
Pictures gettin' old, my lil' girl lookin' grown now
Your mom's said you're talkin' on your own, walkin' on your own now
Run across the kitchen floor in them baby drawers

I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin'
Smilin' at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin'
God, how can somethin' so beautiful come from me?
After the gunshots, thought you was done with me

But I know, I'm livin' now, why you made me put the guns down?
Pick up the mic, start rappin' for a living now
My sun, my moon, my stars, my earth
My wind, my fire, my life, my baby

Tryin' to make your moms life ya must be crazy, fussin' and fightin'
I know she love me 'cause you looks just like me
Day you came into this world, I was so excited
Eleven twenty one, double zero, my baby girl is here

Yo, yo, you see this rap shit, I do it for you
And the first time I heard your voice
I prayed to God it had to be true
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the bullshit
Remember

Yo, yo, you see this rap shit, I do it for you
And the first time I heard your voice
I prayed to God it had to be true
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the bullshit
The bullshit

Yo, yo, you see this rap shit, I do it for you
And the first time I heard your voice
I prayed to God it had to be true
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the bullshit

Remember eyein' your enemy, can you pull quick
Dipped out Cali, came back, snatched my son
My girl moms and I moved out Maui
Yeah, your pop's gone bananas, seen wild went hard
Bigger house, wider yard, nappy with the crash bar

Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you ain't no dad nigga
Takin' your black ass to court for all you have nigga
You see me and your moms, that's another topic
Ain't no whip in this world with a price you can't cop it

Press rewind, you didn't hear me right
It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin' to steer you right
Just remember your father taught you to go home
Never sing that sad song, don't cry

Just remember your father taught you to go home
Never sing that sad song, don't cry
Just remember your father taught you to go home
Never sing that sad song, don't cry

Huh, daddy ain't gon' preach to you
I'ma let your moms school you
Don't let the streets fool you
Streets'll do you, that's why I'm talkin' to you

Yeah, you see these niggaz out here
Have you stressin' by the hour
Never turn your back
On your foes them dudes cowards

Some days sweet, and some sour
But we gon' make it together
The world is ours, and you're my flower
If it's ice, you can get that model chicks hit
Never stress about the downfalls, just 'bout the get back

And I ain't sayin' sex is wrong
Just make sure he strap a condom on
And never, ever do it in your mother's home

Yeah, never call a girl a bitch
Show respect, son, pop ya collar
Ain't nothin' free, scrape and lock every dollar

And I will leave you with this
My lil' angel, daddy loves you
How I'd die for you, cry for you, ride for you
Yeah, switchin' handles like you breakin' a zone
Candy paint impala on the golden bridge, bouncin' on chrome

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Your Life Story - Lyrics - The Calling - Mary Chapin Carpenter

Title: Your Life Story
Album: The Calling
Artist: Mary Chapin Carpenter
Composer(s): Mary Chapin Carpenter

Lyric:
Maybe love is all anybody ever should believe in
Maybe life is just something that employs us till we die
Maybe all we know is that the sun will come up every morning
Maybe time can choose whether to be earth bound or to fly

Everybody thinks they've got it down
I won't worry, the truth's always been found
In your life story

Maybe you're the one waiting for the ship to find your harbor
Maybe you're the one looking past the forest to the trees
Maybe you still think, the older that you get life just gets harder
Maybe you would trade everything for just one moments peace

Everybody's trained to hear the sound
Of their hearts calling now, you can write yours down
It's your life story

Gather up your telegrams, your faded pictures, best laid plans
Work some postcards, 40 files, every sunset in the sky
Carry with you maps and string flashlights, friends will make you sing at
And stars to help you find your place, music, hope and amazing grace

Maybe what we live is nothing but a tangled little mystery
Maybe what we take is nothing that has ever had a name
Maybe love will fade, like the parchment pages of our history
Maybe life is made that flickers from some brilliant burnish flame

Everybody's waiting for a sign
I won't worry, I think we'll be just fine
In your life story, it's your life story
In my life story, this is our life story
In your life story

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I Get My Paper - Lyrics - B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story - Cassidy

Title: I Get My Paper
Album: B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Dominick Lamb, Linda Epstein, Barry Adrian Reese, Thom Bell

Lyric:
I get, I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

Cassidy the problem, c'mon
All my people out there, gettin' that cake man
Take somethin' out your pocket and put it in the air like this
Put it in the air like this and say some **** like this, c'mon

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

Look if you deal **** and you still broke
Start grindin' more homes, 'cause I'ma drug connoisseur homes
In the hood good jobs is hard to find like dinosaur bones
I'm tryin' to start shinin' more homes

That's why I make 'em hurry up and buy like that China store homes
'Cause they'll give you time for a dime or more of stones
And tellin' ain't my twist, I ain't that kind of boy homes
But a lot of ****** singin' like the Commodores homes

I'm ridin' when it's time for war homes
The chrome on my hip, can flip a fully grown dinosaur homes
I'm the kind of boy known to split domes when I pop the Taurus
I spray rounds that could lay down a tyrannosaurus

My mind like a thesaurus, I'ma shine regardless
My brain a dictionary, lames I'm quick to bury
I spit scriptures and put pictures on obituaries
So get your own sound or hustle a home now, *****

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

Yeah, every bar that I write like a brick of that hard white
I've truly been blessed, it's a gift from the Lord Christ
But yo if you livin' the hard life, you can't get back
The hand you was dealt, so play your cards right

They say you ain't promised tomorrow right?
So I stay in the street, like a deer that stay in that car lights
With the high beams on and the fog lights lit
I get, my lean on, on some B.A.R.S. type ****

Until, my cream gone I'ma ball like this
In my all white tee and my all white kicks
And I still toss the white on the strip that's why I floss like this
With the frostbite wrist 'cause we all quite rich, I love this life

I threw different color ice, in my cross like Swizz
And all I give broads is hard type ****, have 'em twirlin' they tongue
Yeah, I know I got a girl and a son, but um
It's a man's world and I'm as thorough as they come, what?

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

Yeah, I'm from a block where ****** get it poppin' at
Where cats is known for boxin' and poppin' gats
But you gotta aim low when you poppin' that
'Cause that hot **** got kick like a soccer match

I'm from where the M-1's and the choppers at
Feel me where you can come to go gun shoppin' at
You rockin' plaque, got your chain with the watch to match
Watch your back if you go and you ain't got your gat

Cats'll jack your pop he ain't got a strap
Cats'll rob your mom if she got a stack
'Cause ****** tryin' to get paid and ****** not tryin'
To get waged when they rockin' the stockin' cap

Round the way they got gourmet pots of *****
And you would spend like 24 for a block of that
My ****** tryin' to get the cheese but no not the rat
I'm from a block where snitchin' ain't a option at

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you

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