That'S The Easy Part - Lyrics - Beth Nielsen Chapman

Title: That'S The Easy Part
Artist: Beth Nielsen Chapman
Composer(s): Beth Chapman

Lyric:
Nights alone silent telephone
The curtains on my window dark and drawn
Sleepless dream It would almost seem
The nights would drive me crazy now you're gone

But that's the easy part when I'm alone and I can cry
That's the easy part don't have to smile
Don't have to try to hide my broken heart
That's the easy part

Daylight's edge dances on my window ledge
When it's time to face the world again
Hours loom in the desert of the afternoon
Till I drive home and watch the sun descend

And that's the easy part when I'm alone and I can cry
That's the easy part don't have to smile
Don't have to try to hide my broken heart
That's the easy part

Oh that's the easy part when I'm alone and I can cry
That's the easy part don't have to smile
Don't have to try to hide my broken heart
That's the easy part
Oh that's the easy part
Oh that's the easy part
Easy part easy
Mmm that's the easy part
That's the easy part

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Gotta Eat - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Gotta Eat
Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Wasalu Muhammad Jaco, Rudolph Loyola Lopez

Lyric:
I swear I see this nigga I'ma kill him
I'm goin' to kill him so make a nigga suffer
Ya know what I'm sayin'

My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit gets greasy
Streets be all like feed me, feed me
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit gets greasy

My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit gets greasy
Streets be all like feed me, feed me
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit gets greasy

My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit gets greasy

Hey he had a whole lotta cheese
Plus he was a mack had a whole lotta seeds
Made a lot of niggas fat, gave a whole lotta G's
Grams man, he had a whole lotta these
And he would let you hold like a whole lotta Ki's
Even if you lose some he would give you new ones

Twice the bread it's like he had two buns
And he had a whole lotta seeds
Even his kids had meals for reals
Some rich small fries wrapped in paper
Since they was lil', ketchup nigga

My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit gets greasy
Streets be all like feed me, feed me
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit gets greasy

My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit gets greasy

He was a heart breaker and a large shaker
If it was 'bout cakin' he was a part taker
International he would take trips bon voyage
That's so hard he was fishin' for the chips

So greedy he never gave to the needy
That's what some say
The way he shunned all the bums
Hangin' in the subways

He called them fruits and laughed at 'em
Delivery man on the pick-up drive through and throw a bag at 'em
And it was hard to understand him sometimes
Makin' a killin' the way he had 'em standin' in line

My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit gets greasy
Streets be all like feed me, feed me
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit gets greasy

My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit gets greasy

Lovers call him king, haters call him clown
He would say bite me that's the way it's goin' down
He was havin' thoughts that maybe he should retire
Went to church on a Sunday and saw a deep frier

Said he had beef and people want him dead
He loved the hungry ones, was only scared of the Feds
He lived the fast life couldn't get his path right
Frier just told him 'bout the hooters that he had last night

Turned himself in to the paddy wagon, said no
Bacon wouldn't take him half the pigs on the payroll

My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit gets greasy
Streets be all like feed me, feed me
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit gets greasy

My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit gets greasy

Hey, to be continued on another menu, ya dig?
Will he give up his life of crime or will he stay?
This and other adventures on
Lupe Fiasco's next album L.U.P.END

My man said life ain't easy
When niggas gotta eat that's when shit gets greasy

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Cradle To The Grave - Lyrics - Thug Life: Vol. 1 - 2pac

Title: Cradle To The Grave
Album: Thug Life: Vol. 1
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Walter Burns, Diron Rivers, Tyruss Gerald Himes, Tupac Shakur, Maurice Harding

Lyric:
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy

June 16, 1971, mama gave birth
To a hell raisin' heavenly son
See the doctor tried to smack me
But I smacked him back

My first words were
"Thug for life" and "Papa pass the Mac"
I'm bustin' on these mothafuckas ballin'
Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'

From out the window of my drop top
I got my glock cocked
Bustin' at niggas when will it stop?
Now tell me are you scared of the dark?

Can't close my eyes I see visions
And even with this thug livin', will I escape prison ?
Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance and if you slang

Better have your Nikes on 'cause when we fight
It's in the middle of the night with no lights on
Hey, there must be a God 'cause I feel lucky
Paranoid out my mind, this mothafucka's tryin' to rush me

Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'
Commin' out the court house all about my mail and bank
Never die, be a hustler mothafuckas and makin' thugs out you suckas
From the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave, since a little bitty child
I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild
Pop, pop, just like the part that's in my walk with street talk
Go runnin' up the block in the dark with less spark

Surveillance on a nigga every day
Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away
Now Mama always workin', tryin' to make ends meet
So now a young niggas bein' raised by the streets

And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, just me, my mama out here on our own
So I got two gatts, one black and one of chrome

Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine
It's all the fuck I got, so stop and walk a thin line
Young niggas be brave and keep on thuggin'
From the cradle to the grave, from the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say
I made it this far, many G's died hard
They know that got was their name here up on a wall
It's sad thinkin' about the times

Life goes on, I'm steady lost in this land
As the war zone I got no home
Don't have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely so I married my Nina

I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho
Never leave home with out my sugar
I'm hafta plug a nigga
Mama told me not to trust no punks

And kick his ass if he lay a hand on me
Since then I been known
Sometimes I think my own self stupid
'Cause I stay shootin' at marks
Get twisted up in police reports

Since the cradle, I've been ungrateful
My first toy was a gun
I got sprung and learn to love weapons

But now I'm through with money
And through with street fame
Somebody peeled my cap
And put me in my grave

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

March 18th, that rainy day, my mama gave birth
To a baby boy, trapped in hell on earth
From day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb
Daddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum

I tried to cope loc but my family's broke
And my pocket's short so now I gotta sling dope
In a game filled with pain, it's a fuckin' shame
The white man got a mothafucka slingin' cane

So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on
Always in the spot with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks
The shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops
I never flip flop, hear my glock cock thug till I drop

And if I hit the pen I gotta do my time
Sittin' on my bunk reminiscing about the good times
It's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing dirt
But from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

Time's movin' fast, will I last another day?
So I pray and I lay with my A-K
Did I sell my soul as a young kid?
All the things I did wishin' someone held me
But they never did

I can't take it, will I make it to my older age?
Before I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage
Lord, help me, guide me, save me
'Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me crazy

Do or die, nigga, pull the trigger don't give a fuck
You'd rather be in jail than get your ass bucked
Nobody cares, it's me against the world
Keepin' murder on my mind and my Tech-9

I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high then my mission is a walk-by
You'd better jet when I hit your set 'cause I'm commin'
Start runnin', yellin', "Evil mind", as I'm gunnin'

One in the chamber for the anger that I build inside
For the mothers that cried, for my homies that died
The beginning is an ending, am I just a slave
So I got to be brave from the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

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Eazy-Er Said Than Dunn - Lyrics - Eazy-Duz-It - Eazy E

Title: Eazy-Er Said Than Dunn
Album: Eazy-Duz-It
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Mack Rice, Rufus Thomas, Eddy Floyd

Lyric:
Yo man I don't think they heard you
Won't you tell 'em what your name is

My name is Eazy yeah this is true
Keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do
Hardcore yo I could never be soft
Askin' them my defin' they say the boy goes off

Fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme
Suckaz stayin' with me 'cause yo they know the time
Quiet on the set because I'm about to begin
And if you didnt hear me boy I'll tell you again

My name is Eazy or just call me E
But it doesn't really matter to me 'cause I'm the same person
Whether serious or rehearsin'
I just gotta keep cursin'

This is for the radio so I better chill
They won't play it if I co get ill
But I'm like that and that's an actual fact
Because the street is where my heart is at

Yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope
But I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope
With the rhyme I'm dispayin' and the beat that's playin'
Yo you could try all day

And you still won't match up with the ruthless pow
'Cause eazy's doin' it compton style
That's the city and you say you could get some
Yo it's eazy-er said than done

Now it's easy for me to get my point across
So listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost
I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta
And I'm about to get stupid

I guess its time for the trama
With the E A Z Y E comma now that's drama
So pay attention by the way I must mention
I'm comin' off hard in the third demention with the glare

But you don't need no glasses to stare
Just pop your tape in and it's just like your there
With the E on the gangsta tip
So if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip

'Cause I'm a destroyer
My homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer
Dope MC employer on ruthless and that's my label
To get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's

Boy, master rhymers of toys
I mean straight while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy
You must be sick or ya lonely
How ya gonna diss me ya don't even know me yo Ren, whats up?

Get the gat show 'em where it's at
And that's just the sound and next time I'm peelin' ya cap
To let ya know where I'm comin' from
Eazy said it and it shall be done

Creatin' dope jams is the part of the cycle
Eazy-er said than done, yeah that's the title
Rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know
What if she's ugly? Eazy come eazy go

Don't ask to battle me home boy what's that
You wanna battle me boy you better be strapped
'Cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin'
Now that's what I'm sayin'

Sevy thought that I was born in '73
Now everybody want's to know the A G E
Girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed
Had everybody thinkin' I was only 15

The fellaz would annoy me, the ladyz would adore me
What was I to do, I wish to let the ladys through
'Cause the ladyz I luv 'em nice and then soft
I hate male groupies so just step the hell off

I'm the real Eazy 'cause others be fakin'
Tryin' to gain fame off the name I'm makin'
Sayin' on your records you could get some
Yo home boy its eazy-er said than done

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Upgrade U - Lyrics - B'day - Beyonce Knowles

Title: Upgrade U
Album: B'day
Artist: Beyonce Knowles
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Willie James Clarke, Makeba Riddick, Beyonce Knowles, Angela Beyince, Solange Knowles, Clarence Henry Reid, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
Yeah B, talk ur shit, partner let me upgrade u
How u gon' upgrade me? What's higher than number one?
U know I used to beat that block and now I be's the block
Partner let me upgrade u

I hear u be the block but I'm the life that keeps the streets on
Notice u the type that like to keep them on a leash tho'
I'm known to walk alone but I'm alone for a reason
Sending me a drink ain't appeasing, believe me

Come harder, this won't be easy
Don't doubt yourself, trust me, u need me
This ain't a shoulder with a chip, or a ego
But what u think they all mad at me fo'?

U need a real woman in ur life
(That's a good look)
Taking care of home and still fly
(That's a good look)
And I'ma help u build up ur account
(That's a good look, better yet a hood look)
(But ladies that's a good look)
Believe me

When ur in those big meetings for the mils
(That's a good look)
U take me just to compliment the deal
(That's a good look)
And anything u cop I split the bill
(That's a good look, better yet a hood look)
(But ladies that's a good look)
Believe me

Partner let me upgrade u, Audemars Piguet u
Switching necktie to purple labels
Upgrade u, I can up, can I up, let me upgrade u
Partner let me upgrade u

Partner let me upgrade u, flip a new page
Introduce u to some new things and
Upgrade u, I can up, can I up, let me upgrade u
Partner let me upgrade u

I can do for u what Martin did for the people
Ran by the man but the women keep the tempo
It's very seldom that ur blessed to find ur equal
Still play my part and let u take the lead role, believe me

I'll follow, this could be easy
I'll be the help whenever u need me
I see ur hustle, with my hustle I can keep u
Focused on ur focus, I can feed u

U need a real woman in ur life
(That's a good look)
Taking care of home and still fly
(That's a good look)
I can help u build up ur account
(That's a good look, better yet a hood look)
(But ladies that's a good look)
Believe me

When ur in the big meetings for the mils
(That's a good look)
U take me just to compliment the deal
(That's a good look)
Anything u cop I split the bill
(That's a good look, better yet a hood look)
(Ladies that's a good look)
Believe me, I can upgrade u!

Partner let me upgrade u, Audemars Piguet u
Switching necktie to purple labels
Upgrade u, I can up, can I up, let me upgrade u
Partner let me upgrade u

Partner let me upgrade u, flip a new page
Introduce u to some new things and
Upgrade u, I can up, can I up, let me upgrade u
Partner let me upgrade u

I be's the D-boy who infiltrated all the corporate dudes
They call shots I call audibles
Jacob the jeweler, Bubbles Loraine Schwartz sorta dude
It's big ballin' baby when I'm caught in u

I'm talking spa bags and fly pads and rooms at the Bloomberg
And rumors u on the verge of a new marriage
'Cuz that rock on ur finger's like a tumor
U can't fit ur hand in ur new purse

It's humorous to me they watchin' and we just yachtin'
Island hoppin' off the Amalfi coast
Mafioso, Hov baby u ever seen satin?
No, not the car, but everywhere we are

U sure to see stars, this is high level not eye level
My bezzle courtesy of Audemars
I'll order urs tomorrow now look at the time I saved u
Mama let me upgrade u

Just when u think u had it all
Big ends, car notes, collectin' cars
Picture ur life elevated with me
Make u my project celebrity
I'll keep ur name hot in the streets

It's the little glimpse of light
That makes the diamond really shine
And u already is a star but unless ur flawless
Then ur dynasty ain't complete without a chief like me

Partner let me upgrade u, Audemars Piguet u
Switching necktie to purple labels
Upgrade u, I can up, can I up, let me upgrade u
Partner let me upgrade u

Partner let me upgrade u, flip a new page
Introduce u to some new things and
Upgrade u, I can up, can I up, let me upgrade u
Partner let me upgrade u

Audemars Piguet watch, dimples in ur necktie
Hermmes briefcase, Cartier top clips
Silk lined blazers, diamond cream facials
VVS cuff links, six star pent suites

Partner let me upgrade u, grade u
Partner, partner let me upgrade u, grade u
Let me, let me, let me upgrade u, grade u
Partner, partner, partner let me upgrade u

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Putting It Together - Lyrics - Barbra Streisand

Title: Putting It Together
Artist: Barbra Streisand
Composer(s): Stephen Sondheim

Lyric:
Look, I, I've spent a lot of time working on this
Look, no one's gonna buy it, no one
Nobody in middle America, anyway that's for sure
He's right
Sweetheart, it's just not commercial
What is commercial?
It's not what's selling nowadays
I mean personally, I love it, but

Be nice, girl
(Nobody's into this kind of material)
You have to pay a price, girl
(This album needs a hit single we can push)
They like to give advice, girl
(The whole idea's too risky)
Don't think about it twice, girl
(The audience won't understand this kind of thing)
It's time to get to work

(I disagree! Why don't you wait until you hear it?)
(This is like your old stuff)
Art isn't easy
(You've got to appeal to the kids)
Even when you're hot
(Why would you want to make an album like this anyway?)
Advancing art is easy
(I think we ought to talk seriously about this)
Financing it is not
(Why take chances?)

A vision's just a vision if it's only in your head
(Nobody respects your artistic integrity more than I do, but)
If no one gets to hear it, it's as good as dead
(You have to think about you career)
It has to come to life

Bit by bit, putting it together
Piece by piece, only way to make a work of art
Every moment makes a contribution
Every little detail plays a parts
Having just a vision's no solution
Everything depends on execution
Putting it together, that's what counts

Ounce by ounce, putting in together
Small amounts, adding up to make a work of art
First of all you need a good foundation
Otherwise it's risky from the start
Takes a little cocktail conversation
But without the proper preparation
Having just a vision's no solution
Everything depends on execution

The art of making art
Is putting it together, bit by bit
(Do we really need all these musicians?)
Link by link, making the connections, yes we do
Drink by drink, taking every comment as it comes
Learning how to play the politician
Like you play piano, bass and drums
Otherwise you'll find your composition
Isn't gonna get much exhibition

Art isn't easy
Every minor detail is a major decision
Have to keep things in scale
Have to hold to your vision
(Why don't we talk about this over dinner, darling?)
What's a little cocktail conversation
If it gets the funds for your foundation
Every time I start to feel defensive
I remember vinyl is expensive
(Would you agree to do an interview?)

Maybe one
Dot by dot, building up the image
Shot by shot, keeping at a distance doesn't pay
Still if you remember your objective
Not give all your privacy away
A little bit of hype can be effective
As long as you can keep it in perspective
Even when you get some recognition
Everything you do you still audition

Art isn't easy
Overnight you're a trend
You're the right combination
Then the trend's at an end
You're suddenly last year's sensation

All they ever want is repetition
All they really like is what they know
Gotta keep a link with your tradition
Gotta learn to trust your intuition
While you re-establish your position
So that you can be on exhibit
So that your work can be on exhibition

Be new, girl
They tell you till they're blue, girl
You're new, or else you're through, girl
And even if it's true, girl
You do what you can do

Bit by bit, putting it together
Piece by piece, working on the vision night and day
All it takes is time and perseverance
With a little luck along the way
Putting in a personal appearance
Gathering supporters and adherents
(Well, she's an original)
(Was)

Mapping out the songs but in addition
Harmonizing each negotiation
Balancing the part that's all musicians
With the part that's strictly presentation
Balancing the money with the mission
Till you have the perfect orchestration
Even if you do have the suspicion
That it's taking all your concentration
The art of making art

Is putting it together, bit by bit
Beat by beat, part by part
Sheet by sheet, chart by chart
Track by track, bit by bit

Reel by reel, pout by pout
Stack by stack, snit by snit
Meal by meal, shout by shout
Deal by deal, spat by spat
Spiel by spiel, doubt by doubt
And that is the state of the art

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The Way We Do (Part Ii) - Lyrics - The Way We Do - Isyss

Title: The Way We Do (Part Ii)
Album: The Way We Do
Artist: Isyss
Composer(s): Sparkle Lanton, Awood Johnson, Corey Miller, Craig Lawson, Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Tyrice D Jones

Lyric:
That's just the way that we do
'Cause our love is true

Last night, we had a fight
You ran out didn't call, didn't page me
Hangin' out witcha boys knowin'
That they question, "Why we?"

On again, off again, enemies then friends
Can't explain the way we do our thing
So I count the days

One day ain't no thing to me
Two days go by easily
Three days don't know what to do
Four days makin' mad calls to you

Five days just like friends again
Six days we make love again
Some don't think our love is true but
That's just the way we do
The way we do

All my girls wanna know why I stay
'Cause it's so damn crazy
24-7 days, we swing
We sway, I leave then I stay

Constantly in love some days, I love some days
Can't understand exactly why I stay
But I like it this way

One day ain't no thing to me
Two days go by easily
Three days don't know what to do
Four days makin' mad calls to you

Five days just like friends again
Six days we make love again
Some don't think our love is true but
That's just the way we do

One day it's easy
Two days it's easy
Three days I need help
I find myself making mad calls to you

Five days we break up
Six days makin' love
Some don't think our love is true
That's just the way we do

Don't know what to do
Oh, so in love with you
They don't understand why I stay
Why I stay, but I like it that way

One day ain't no thing to me
Two days go by easily
Three days don't know what to do
Four days makin' mad calls to you

Five days just like friends again
Six days we make love again
Some don't think our love is true but
That's just the way we do

One day it's easy
Two days it's easy
Three days I need help
I find myself making mad calls to you

Five days we break up
Six days makin' love
Some don't think our love is true
That's just the way we do

That's just the way we do
That's just the way we do

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The Way We Do (Part I) - Lyrics - The Way We Do - Isyss

Title: The Way We Do (Part I)
Album: The Way We Do
Artist: Isyss
Composer(s): Sparkle Lanton, Awood Johnson, Corey Miller, Craig Lawson, Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Tyrice D Jones

Lyric:
That's just the way that we do
'Cause our love is true

Last night, we had a fight
You ran out didn't call, didn't page me
Hangin' out witcha boys knowin'
That they question, "Why we?"

On again, off again, enemies then friends
Can't explain the way we do our thing
So I count the days

One day ain't no thing to me
Two days go by easily
Three days don't know what to do
Four days makin' mad calls to you

Five days just like friends again
Six days we make love again
Some don't think our love is true but
That's just the way we do
The way we do

All my girls wanna know why I stay
'Cause it's so damn crazy
24-7 days, we swing
We sway, I leave then I stay

Constantly in love some days, I love some days
Can't understand exactly why I stay
But I like it this way

One day ain't no thing to me
Two days go by easily
Three days don't know what to do
Four days makin' mad calls to you

Five days just like friends again
Six days we make love again
Some don't think our love is true but
That's just the way we do

One day it's easy
Two days it's easy
Three days I need help
I find myself making mad calls to you

Five days we break up
Six days makin' love
Some don't think our love is true
That's just the way we do

Don't know what to do
Oh, so in love with you
They don't understand why I stay
Why I stay, but I like it that way

One day ain't no thing to me
Two days go by easily
Three days don't know what to do
Four days makin' mad calls to you

Five days just like friends again
Six days we make love again
Some don't think our love is true but
That's just the way we do

One day it's easy
Two days it's easy
Three days I need help
I find myself making mad calls to you

Five days we break up
Six days makin' love
Some don't think our love is true
That's just the way we do

That's just the way we do
That's just the way we do

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G'S Up - Lyrics - Harlem: Diary of a Summer - Jim Jones

Title: G'S Up
Album: Harlem: Diary of a Summer
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): P Phillips, Jim Jones, C Wingate

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Lyric:
G's up, nigga, ho's down
If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown
Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound
If you ain't know we was them niggas
Then nigga, you know now, Dipset

G's up nigga, ho's down
If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown
Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound
If you ain't know we was them niggas
Then nigga, you know now, Dipset

I had to fade 'em into black
Hit 'em with the crossover, made 'em jump back
And before all that I used to make 'em pump crack
Ridin? shotgun in the A slumped back

Max leave the streets, please, they don't want that
They need me in the shit
The .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split
Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin' 'em with the fifth
And you couldn't really hide 'cause I seen that nigga trip

You ain't seen a nigga flip ?til they bank 50 G's
And you feed a nigga shrimps, 39, 40
And feed a nigga strips, beat the nigga bitch
'Til she bleedin' from the lips, yeah

Got me speedin' in the six, drunk off the Hen'
Dreezin' in the mist, chicks believin' in the dick, dick
Fiendin' for a sniff, got me needin' for a spliff
Ain't a thing funny when you fuckin? with this money
I'ma lean you off a cliff, G's up

G's up, nigga, ho's down
If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown
Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound
If you ain't know we was them niggas
Then nigga, you know now, Dipset

G's up nigga, ho's down
If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown
Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound
If you ain't know we was them niggas
Then nigga, you know now, Dipset

The picture gettin' clearer
If it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up
If it's beef, the .45th we had to gear
Lookin' at my life in this rear viewer mirror

Burnin' in the pike in this brand new Carrera
The game funny, mo' money, it's gets weirder
My gang hungry, no money that we scared of
And do us both a favor, my nigga and don't compare us

We still losin' soldiers at this war
Like every other week I'm pourin' cold ones at the floor
They just killed Ike, he was goin? to the store
That's why I roll around fully loaded in the door

Majority the time, I'm tryna stay above the poverty line
And that's a major part of my grind
I still hit the hood and park my cars in the nine
While the little niggaz pump hard with the dimes

G's up, nigga, ho's down
If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown
Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound
If you ain't know we was them niggas
Then nigga, you know now, Dipset

G's up nigga, ho's down
If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown
Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound
If you ain't know we was them niggas
Then nigga, you know now, Dipset

They say success is like omen
You see police will arrest us while we rollin'
We stay on heat, so if you press us, we ain't foldin'
You see me in the streets, it ain't a question that I'm holdin'

We pimpin' easy, let niggaz hate, come teach me
The niggaz with the big cake, they couldn't reach me
Now when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy
Snitch niggaz, put 'em beneath me, believe me

Fuck 'em I can't let them break me
If I don't die, well then a man is what it makes me
I rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC
Top down, stoppin' for nothin', comin' through frollin'

I?m tryin? to be one of them niggaz that do it for nothin'
I got a passion for this shit 'cause I love it
Like a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin', waitin' to cum
Runnin' the streets at Lennox Ave., wavin' my gun

G's up, nigga, ho's down
If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown
Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound
If you ain't know we was them niggas
Then nigga, you know now, Dipset

G's up nigga, ho's down
If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown
Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound
If you ain't know we was them niggas
Then nigga, you know now, Dipset

G?yeah, you know the rules, man, G's up, hoes down
Fuck it, just let the bitch drown, man
M.O.B. for life, I'm about my paper, man
You gotta G mack but you first gotta G stack
Get your one's up and then get your fun up, ya smell me?

Life is a lesson, you live it one and learn once
Ya make the same mistake twice, that might be yo' ass
Capo status, man, from the projects
That's the 'hood within a 'hood
That shit you dunno nothin' about, motherfucker
So trust me when I tell you, be easy

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I Want It All - Lyrics - Edwin Mccain

Title: I Want It All
Artist: Edwin Mccain
Composer(s): Edwin Mccain, Pete Riley, Wendell Lee Mobley, Neil Thrasher

Lyric:
She's got an inner child
A little tame and a whole lot of wild
But as crazy as it is, it is who she is

And she smiles and she frowns
She's sunshine and she's clouds
Emotional to say the least
But that's okay with me

'Cuz when I fell, I fell hard for every part
From the beauty in her eyes to the love that's in her heart
The good, the bad, the happy and the sad
Her perfections, her every little flaw, I want it all

And she found some new laugh lines
But whenever she asks me
It's only beauty that I see

'Cuz when I fell, I fell hard for every part
From the beauty in her eyes to the love that's in her heart
The good, the bad, the happy and the sad
Her perfections, her every little flaw, I want it all

And when she falls asleep
I know she'll dream a little dream of me
And in the morning she will see
That it's easy to believe

'Cuz when I fell, I fell hard for every part
From the beauty in her eyes to the love that's in her heart
The good, the bad, the happy and the sad
Her perfections, her every little flaw, I want it all

I want it all, the good the bad, the happy and the sad
I want it all, the good the bad, the happy and the sad
I want it all, the good the bad, the happy and the sad
...

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Bricks 4 The High - Lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: Bricks 4 The High
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Bernard Leverette, Jim Jones, Gerald Tiller, Maurice Gleaton

Lyric:
How rich y'all niggaz wanna be?
You wanna be a millionaire, you wanna be a billionaire?
Nigga, you wanna be what I wanna be
I wanna be a fuckin' trillionaire

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I get money
I can get money doin' anything

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Nigga, I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?

I was posted in that tip and my homeboy home
Blew an ounce of that kush in my Sean John Jones
I got the mild for the low from smokin' plenty optimos
Tryna make a quick flip like my patna Maceo

I'm shinin' on my haters, signin' deals so I'm a pa
Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks
It started in that temp, flippin' mids by them O-Z's

On the hill wit that shit from a custom border
Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter
That's one, I fulfill nigga's order
What you nigga's wanna order?

Oh six' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter
Rebirth, don't cut out my four-ways
I stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise
I break one down and the rest goin' for the high

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

I sound like the shit these niggaz is talkin'
Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's
That's why I'm fuckin' wit em

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

I got houses in different continents, nigga
Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that?
Fuck is wrong wit ya'll?

I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the ruling general
Bricks lined up like cars at a funeral
I'm working hard white, so I never twurk, touch and bust
My workers on the block, so the work ain't even gotta touch

My money come in stacks and I know just how to get it, man
A low profile, might be ridin' a Honda Civic, man
You'll never know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes
I move it all day, think he clirpin' on my chirp phone

Connects so sweet and I'm dealin' wit tha Carribeans
They come from 'cross the water
Masked, taped to my Europeans
Supplyin', whole towns, little counters in the projects
Tryna double my money up, leave the block wit a profit

For you nigga's that like to pop, you know I got them pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters
Have you spinnin' like some wheels fool
This shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Niggas get a million dollars and think they gettin' it?
Nigga, I made my first million when I was a teenager

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Jones, Capo, Dipset, them niggas know I'm 'bout this
Spillin' champagne, all over Vision's couches
Like fuck it, tell Alex keep the cris' rollin'
I'm gettin' drunk blowin' weed wit the pistols showin'

Spendin' a couple K's up in Stroker's
Flyin' up Peachtree, racin' in the roster's
I'm so icy and I think they like me

Seven Jeans saggin', fitted cap and my white tee
The foreign cars got they eyes poppin'
And you can see the stars when the ride droppin'

Aye, Jim Jones
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele
I got more crack than a curb, fuck wit me
I'm iced out and keep snow like an Eskimo
And when the show's slow, I cook extra blow

Put the whip game on it, get some extra dough
Keep the cars pullin' up like it's Texaco
I can make it get stiff like dead people
Keep my hand workin', wit the mic or a egg beater

And ya bank account? Shit, that's my pocket fare
Residue on my clothes, call it roc-a-wear
I can beat it like my, I treat the dope like Tina

And I beat it like I
And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the lawn-man
I ride around wit chickens like I came from a farm, man

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

You see how I get down wit the get down
Nigga, I got a car for every day of the week
And two other cars for the weekends
Nigga, fuck is wrong wit you?

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down

Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga
I can sell whatever I wanna sell
I done sold muthafuckin' music, that shit was easy
Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it

I can get money in fashion, that shit was nuthin'
In five years I started that shit
Sold my part for thirty million
And let's watch what the fuck is gonna be now

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Till Death Do Us Part - Lyrics - Till Death Do Us Part - Cypress Hill

Title: Till Death Do Us Part
Album: Till Death Do Us Part
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis M Freese, Fred Nassar

Lyric:
How many times have we been thru this
I can tell you that it's getting harder everytime I try to resist
We go way back and you held me down
And you helped me keep my feet moving in the ground
No matter what situation occasion
You were amazing, you knew just what it took to keep our love blazing
[Incomprehensible] when you love
The thug in me, but when we separated I was thinkin' foolishly

Remember when your ex boy tried to bug on me
I told him, "Bring it on, I'll buy you a slug on me"
He didn't like that but he didn't want the fight
Fuck 'em, he didn't know how to treat you right
We go hand in hand they don't understand a man
But you do and I really respect that, damn
We been down so long but it's all good
That's why I dedicate this song

Till death do us part
I do
Till death do us part
I do

Who would have thought it would last so long
So many loose-sighted think that they can't go wrong
I know I make so many mistakes
I know you felt neglected, you called me "Outta line"
If you thought I didn't respect it, I heard ya
But I never showed an emotion
If I haven't ever said it, you got all my devotion
When I fell hard you picked me up

Made me think about my life, where I'm going, a little tricky, huh?
I know at times, that you thought I would change
But I'm the same motherfucking brother even in spite of the fame
There might be some times we don't agree on somethin'
But don't never feel your thoughts don't mean nothing
Some'll try to steer you wrong, I'm not one of those people
Always tell it like it is, 'cause the truth will free you, but don't get mad
When the truth is lethal, I'm only telling you 'cause I got your back

Till death do us part
I do
Till death do us part
I do

You got my mind right and I don't know how you did it
When I trip not too many who can put with it
But you still there, still care, so rare, oh yeah
Got so much love, when you need, you can go there
I appreciate what you're doing for me
I had to open up my eyes so I can see the minutes we lost
Whenever I was out on tour, or gone
We can make 'em up, like never before

You want all the little things, that make it worth it
Why not, we can get it, we can both deserve it
It's hard, but nothing good, is ever so easy
We have a bond that wont break, no mistake, believe me
'Till death do us part', like I said from the start
You're the light that guides me thru when I'm in the dark
They said we'd neverlast but we're still strong
That's why I dedicate this song, c'mon

Till death do us part
I do
Till death do us part
I do

Till death do us part
I do
Till death do us part
I do

I do
I do

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Smoke - Lyrics - No Cure For Cancer - Dennis Leary

Title: Smoke
Album: No Cure For Cancer
Artist: Dennis Leary
Composer(s): Denis Leary

Lyric:
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?
And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make
What's the law now? You can only smoke in your apartment
Under a blanket, with all the lights out? Is that the rule now, huh?

The cops are outside, "We know you have the cigarettes
Come out of the house with the cigarettes above your head"
"You'll never get me copper! I'm never coming out, you hear?
I got a cigarette machine right here in my bedroom, yeah! Say yeah!"

Know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get one of those tracheotomies
So I can smoke two cigarettes at the same time
I'm gonna get nine tracheotomies, all the way around my neck
I'll be tracheotomie man!
"He can smoke a pack at a time! He's tracheotomie man!

I'm looking forward to cancer, man, I want that throat cancer
That's the best kind, you know why?
You get that throat cancer, you get that voice box thing
Know what I'm talking about?

Sure it's scary, but you can make a lot of money with a voice box
Get a voice box, walking around the streets of Manhattan
"You got any spare change?"
"Ahh! Here's my whole wallet, get away from me!"

Imagine a whole family with voice boxes, that'd be creepy, wouldn't it?
They'd be out in that backyard everyday during the summer
"Dad, can we go to the beach?", "Yes, get your mother and the dog"
"We'll leave right now, Sparky, come here"

Or the ultimate irony, a guy with a voice box pulling up to the drive
Through window at Mcdonald's, that has to suck, huh?
"Can I help you?", "Big Mac and a large order of fries"
"Stop making fun of me", "I'm not making fun of you"
"I'm getting the manager", "Get the fucking manager, I don't care"

I can remember a time in this country
When men were proud to get cancer, God dammit!
When it was a sign of manhood! John Wayne had cancer twice
Second time, they took out one of his lungs, he said, "Take 'em both!
'Cuz I don't fuckin' need 'em! I'll grow gills and breathe like a fish!"

Babe Ruth, greatest baseball player to ever play the game
He had a voice box, he was the first American to have a voice box
Yeah!, "This is Babe Ruth
The Sultan of Swat, the Bambino"

I smoke twenty-five goddamn Black Cuban cigars a day
I had meat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
I fucked eighteen prostitutes a night!
'Course, I'm dead now

I'm up here in Heaven, Lou Gehrig is up Here with me
God love Lou Gehrig, Jesus Christ, poor Lou Gehrig
Died of Lou Gehrig's disease
How the Hell did he not see that coming?

We used to tell him, Lou, there's a disease
With your name all over it, pal!
There ain't no Babe Ruth disease, I'll tell you that much right now
Have a hot dog and a Hummer, go ahead, it's on me"

I don't know, personally, I think Billy Martin said it best when he said
"Hey! I can drive!", because we tried to be nice to you non-smokers
We fucking tried, okay?
You wanted your own sections in the restaurants, we gave you that

But that wasn't enough for you, then you wanted the airplanes
We gave you the whole God damn plane! You happy now?
You own the fucking plane! I'd like an explanation about that one folks
Because I will guarantee you if the plane is going down
The first announcement you're gonna hear is

"Folks, this is your Captain speaking, look, uhm, light 'em up
'Cause we're going down, okay, I got a carton of Camels non-filters
I'll see you on the ground, take it easy"
Actually, it'd be more like this, "This is your Captain speaking"
"Smoke 'em if ya got 'em"

The filters the best part, that's where they put the heroine
Only us real good smokers know that fucking secret
Yeah, we tried to be nice to you non-smokers
But you just fucking badger us, you know? You won't leave us alone

You got all your little speeches you're always giving to us
All these little facts that you dig out of a newspaper or pamphlet
And you store that little nugget in your little fucking head
And we light up and you spew 'em out at us, don't ya?
I love these little facts, these little facts

"Well you know, smoking takes ten years off your life"
Well it's the ten worst years, isn't it folks?
It's the ones at the end! It's the wheelchair, dialysis fucking years
You can have those years! We don't want 'em, alright!?

And I guarantee if I'm still alive then I'll be smoking then
I'll be in my wheelchair, with my adult diapers on
And my twenty-five year old non-smoking born again
Christian son behind me

I'll be going, "Hey! Make sure you wipe this time
I was itching all week for Christ's sake!
And get me some more wippets
I'm almost out, you fucking pussy! Come on!"

Because you're always telling us
"You know, if you quit smoking now
Every cigarette takes three minutes off your life
If you quit now you can live an extra ten years
If you quit now, you can live an extra twenty years"

Hey, I got two words for you, okay, Jim Fix, remember Jim Fix?
The big famous jogging guy? Jogged fifteen miles a day
Did a jogging book, did a jogging video
And dropped out of a heart attack when?
When he was fucking jogging, that's when!

What do you wanna bet it was two smokers
Who found the body the next morning and went
"Hey! That's Jim Fix, isn't it?" "Wow, what a fucking tragedy
Come on, lets go buy some buds"

It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
"Sorry officer, I didn't see him, I was too busy smoking!"

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Off To See The Lizard - Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

Title: Off To See The Lizard
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett, Jay Oliver

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Lyric:
I was raised by a maid who came from Martinique
She wore geckos around her neck and bracelets on her feet
A superstitious woman from the land of sugar cane
She'd sing the sun to bed and dance out in the rain
Dance out, dance out, dance out in the rain

She'd excite us with a legend that the Africans told
About a red iguanna who turned lava into gold
We'd mount an expedition headin' up into the bay
Superstitious children playing pirate for the day

Off to see the lizard, off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you

Being rich and famous seems to have its ups and downs
But that's the price you pay for being troubadours and clowns
Godzilla's halitosis it be vaporizing cars
Elvis up in Michigan or maybe out on Mars
Dance out, dance out, dance out to the stars

But livin' in the briar patch ain't what it appears
Sooner or later you've got to face your fears
I heard it from the parrot verbalizing in the tree
I heard in the songline of the Aborigine

Off to see the lizard, off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you

Does it work for me? Yeah, yeah
Will it work for you? Yeah, yeah
If you believe it will, yeah, yeah
It will come true, yeah, yeah

I got problems with my brain underneath my curls
Problems with Loraine all the other girls
Love a wealthy woman and the pretty plane she flys
If you think this sounds confusing you should see it through my eyes
Dancin', dancin', dancin' through my eyes

I'm turnin' off the waterfall the tourists can go home
I feel it time to travel take time to write a poem
Time to seek some therapy I'm going walkabout
Answers are the easy part, questions raise the doubt

Off to see the lizard, off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you

Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me will work for you

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Speak Easy - Lyrics - Don't Tread On Me - 311

Title: Speak Easy
Album: Don't Tread On Me
Artist: 311
Composer(s): Douglas Vincent Martinez, Nick Hexum, Chad R Sexton

Lyric:
If there's a scream inside of you just let it go
You're beating yourself up baby don't you know
You've got to get through
And lift the roof off your soul

It's like a pain locked in a part of your heart
It's got no reason to leave it unless you start
To warm it up
Be wise and be smart

Out on the ocean
There's no one around no one to hear a sound
It's just us out here out on the ocean
Speaking freely

Away from the city
Away from the ears that bug us and judge us
It's so liberating to be free
And my heart slows down

Nice and easy
And your breathing will be pleasing
Just speak easy
And say what's on your mind

I search for something to compare you to
Thought long and hard for a simile true
Now I'm suddenly aware
End the quest you're beyond compare, so speak easy

If there's a shadow in your life then there's sunshine
Things turning inside out all the time
Just rewind
It's all in your mind

Oh, so speak easy out here we're floating
Late in the night and the only light to guide us is a
Full moon that's glowing
On the sea

Nice and easy
And your breathing will be pleasing
Just speak easy
And say what's on your mind

I search for something to compare you to
Thought long and hard for a simile true
Now I'm suddenly aware
End the quest you're beyond compare, so speak easy

Speak easy
Speak easy
Speak easy

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Nobody Liver - Lyrics - The Benzino Project - Benzino

Title: Nobody Liver
Album: The Benzino Project
Artist: Benzino
Composer(s): John Bynoe, Alecia B Moore, Jeffrey Neal, Raymond Scott

Lyric:
Every time you come to town you pick me up
Every time you come around you lit me up
Even though you're not around you know you want me
You know, you

All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

See ain't nobody liver like DC3, I'm a survivor
I stay candid, four seat branded
Front standard dirt bandit with two cannons
Here's what the plans is
A good life for me and my man's

In the studio paid off stanzas, so in the long run
Every song done gotta be bananas
From city streets to corporate suits

From these gritty beats all heat and nothing sweet
Get a good look, I'm here to stay
Benzino gonna show you how the big dogs play

Every time you come to town you pick me up
Every time you come around you lit me up
Even though you're not around you know you want me
You know, you

All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

Black ice on the neck and wrist, that's Benzino
Most hated at the top of the list, that's Benzino
Hangman with the gangsta hits, that's Benzino
Top dog that you never forget, that's Benzino

Watch me turn up the thermostat I burn it black
I want the platinum plaque, y'all can have the game back
Price of fame, more friends, more foes new Benz
New clothes, no sleep, no doe

Hate to see me doin' it, love the chance to ruin it
Ferrari in the hood, you know who in it
Thug nigga, Benzino mob figga
Put some E in the liquor then its easy to hit her

Straight out the gate full plate bread winner
Always in the paint part saint part sinner
I'm young, black and rich and I'm talkin' shit
The one with the six and still poppin' the clip

Every time you come to town you pick me up
Every time you come around you lit me up
Even though you're not around you know you want me
You know, you

All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me
You know, you

I switched up the game but I'm still the same
How fame got the whole world callin' my name, Benzino
Glad I came, I keep the flame, yeah, call it how I see it
The streets to blame, tryin' do me, live stress free

Stay away from bullshit, y'all know me
Still pull shit and let go of freaks
Toss you in a thug pit, real thug shit
Real hip hop, hard as concrete

I see lots of money and pounds of treats
Now check it, I rip mics and sell records
Sign autographs, respect to accept it

Every time you come to town you pick me up, yeah, Ray Benzino
Every time you come around you lit me up, Pink, come on
Even though you're not around you know you want me
You know, you

All I want to do is kick it from tonight

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Fame - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Fame
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Tyrone Wrice, Mutah W. Beale, Tupac Shakur, Rufus Cooper

Lyric:
And my niggas say
"We want the fame"
C'mon

One thing we all adore, something worth dyin' for
Nothin' but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
The one thing we all adore, something worth dyin' for
It's been nothin' but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

Though we exist and breathe, some believe, currency comes to g's
Stresses half the ghetto, with success comes greed
They got me hot, when they shot me, plotted
My revenge to increase my ends, enemies gettin' dropped
Win or lose, red or blue, we must all stay true

Play the game, nigga, never let the game play you
And for the fame, niggas, change fast, that's a shame
What's the game, lost souls
Who controls our brain? Who can I blame?

The world seems strange at times, somewhat insane
I'm hopin' we can change with time
I'm livin' blinded searching for a [Incomprehensible] curse
And I know death follows me, but I murder him first

And worse yet, with each breathe, steps I take, breathless
Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
Cigar ashes, coaster, crystal glasses
We mash on them jealous bastards with a ski mask

I'm the first one to warn them, blast it, wrap them plastic
Bullshittin' got his ass hit, ain't nothing left now
Treated like a stepchild was not for me
Nothin' but busters and bitches be rockin' beats, fake in fame

Block run and shoot slugs, we throw back like hardballs
Without the gloves, no love for these fake desperadoes
And thugs, I bleed to envy, smoke and blow out their blunts
Sipping Henney, drunk nights and hot days
Cocking my heat, shootin' it sideways

A wife on the run, full of common blunts
Unconditionally married to my gun, fulfillin' my destiny
On knees and one's desires, be pulling all my cabbage
Like priors, stuck in the trance
Searching for some higher, the fortune and fame

One thing we all adore, something worth dyin' for
Nothin' but pain, stuck in this game
Searchin' for fortune and fame
One thing we all adore, something worth dyin' for
It's been nothin' but pain, stuck in this game
Searchin' for fortune and fame

Searching for fortune and fame, lost in the rain
A loss of the game with life, with the cost of the game
We're forcing the change, mother fuck, flossing the chain
All of the blame belongs to the part of this brain

That we never use, nigga, plus my heart is in pain
And if I ever lose, homey, bet I'm at it again
Outlaws don't die, so united we stand
And if family 'come a foe, all the fortune and fame

As I walk up in the crib, laid to rest my head
Say some rhymes to the angels, hope they bless my bed
Hope they bless me in a righteous way
Got a homie locked down, outta town, I sent him a kite today

Man, that hate in your heart, you need to cleanse it, dog
Prayin' for my downfall, and I can sense it, dog
I was passed down the street, fame like glocks clocked
And keep aim, was raised up with a clock box
And I ran with the local street gang

They say the light is faded, but still shine in the dark
You can easy been a man, but you's a boy in your heart
And that's some game that I got from generation of game
In the road of life, dog, we need to switch up lanes, think about it

One thing we all adore, something worth dyin' for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
One thing we all adore, something worth dying for
It's been nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

I can't complain, I've seen my fair share of fame
It won't change me, then I've got this piece of change
I feel strange, I got so used to the hood
That when I finally got out
At first it ain't feel good, I was just a baby

Still retarded from slavery, when we struggle to shovel shit
Ain't nobody saved me, ghetto ain't made me
I made myself, the poverty raised me, thinkin' ain't no help
I pray for my health, my mind, and my family too
State of myself, my grind and my family crew

Where one hand watches the other, no we ain't blood
We still real brothers, the struggle is real
Nothing can steal what we build and that remains the same
'Till the day that we killed and that's real life, I was aimed to be
Love by my family tree, that's fame to me, how about it

One thing we all adore, something worth dyin' for
Nothin' but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
The one thing we all adore, something worth dyin' for
Nothin' but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

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