Over 30 - Lyrics - Hip-Hop Lives - Krs One

Title: Over 30
Album: Hip-Hop Lives
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, Lawrence Krisna Parker

Lyric:
Get your hands up

Where my people that's over 20 now?
Where my people that's over 30 now?
Where my people that's over 40 now?
Classic, that's what they call us now

Where my people that's over 20 now?
Where my people that's over 30 now?
Where my people that's over 40 now?
Classic, that's what they call us now

It's your teacher, welcome to my classroom
Who's he, what's that? Yo you better ask soon
It's the K to the R to the S One
By now I think it's real, I'm the best one

Yes son, I take it to the old school
I spit super rhymes 'cause I am so cool
A duel? You must be fool
Player you know the rules

I take it to the old school quick
Get Fresh Crew, Doug E. Fresh
'The Adventures of Slick Rick'
It gets so sick 'cause I ain't no joke
This song goes out to grown folk like Tone Loc

Where my people that's over 20 now?
Where my people that's over 30 now?
Where my people that's over 40 now?
Classic, that's what they call us now

Where my people that's over 20 now?
Where my people that's over 30 now?
Where my people that's over 40 now?
Classic, that's what they call us now

I'm 'Smooth' like Big Daddy Kane, no bull
Check out 'My Melody' I'm 'Paid in Full'
Before 'The Chronic' I was Stetsasonic
Old school, true school, oh yes sir, I'm it

1985 bumpin' Mantronix
1995 gettin' slammed with Onyx
2005 doin' shows with comics
2015 we still gon' rock shh

With dough, 'dro my flow in the pocket
I'm already 40 some say I need to stop it
Call me when it's time to really hip hop it
I'm true school, if you wasn't there don't knock it

Where my people that's over 20 now?
Where my people that's over 30 now?
Where my people that's over 40 now?
Classic, that's what they call us now

Where my people that's over 20 now?
Where my people that's over 30 now?
Where my people that's over 40 now?
Classic, that's what they call us now

Every year I get newer, this goes out to the future
Just like Slick Rick the Ruler, KRS a true schooler
You wanna be down man when I'm layin' it down man
Place all packed I'm bringin' the heat with soundman

C'mon lay it down man, movin' the crowd man
Television viewin' is down man
Radio listenin' is down man, you can't say
You was doin' it better than we was around man

We was down for the Rage and we was Against the Machine
Now we turned the page and we the mainstream
Servin' the same fiends but are we on the same team
That was prophesied in Dr. King's dream?

No matter how things seem I stay with the original plan
Teachin' our children original man
And who's the 'Criminal' clan?
My '86 lyrics then you hear it helped you build and expand

Where my people that's over 20 now?
Where my people that's over 30 now?
Where my people that's over 40 now?
Classic, that's what they call us now

Where my people that's over 20 now?
Where my people that's over 30 now?
Where my people that's over 40 now?
Classic, that's what they call us now

Where my people that's over 20 now?
Where my people that's over 30 now?
Where my people that's over 40 now?
Classic, that's what they call us now

Where my people that's over 20 now?
Where my people that's over 30 now?
Where my people that's over 40 now?
Classic, that's what they call us now

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That'S Us - Lyrics - Clay Walker

Title: That'S Us
Artist: Clay Walker
Composer(s): Tim Mensy, Clay Walker

Lyric:
Sometimes I ignore reality
But baby that's me, I've always been a dreamer
You'd rather face the cold hard truth
But baby that's you, you called it like you see it

In half the time my head's up in the clouds
You're the only thing that keeps me on the ground

That's us
As different as the night and day
That's us
But the good Lord had it planned that way

That's love, he looked down and knew
A man would need a woman's touch
Two souls come together and make one
That's us

And when I feel like I just can't go on
The dreams have come and gone
I know you'll always be there

And when that old cold truth is hard to face
And I'll carry you away, years from now I'll still care
In rockin' chairs we'll share old memories
Made up of part of you and part of me

That's us
As different as the night and day
That's us
But the good Lord had it planned that way

That's love, he looked down and knew
A man would need a woman's touch
Two souls come together and make one
That's us

Two souls come together and make one
That's us

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That'S What Love Is For - Lyrics - Amy Grant

Title: That'S What Love Is For
Artist: Amy Grant
Composer(s): Mark Clifford Mueller, Michael Omartian, Amy Grant

Lyric:
Sometimes we make it harder than it is
We'll take a perfect night
And fill it up with words we don't mean
Dark sides best unseen
And we wonder why we're feeling this way

Sometimes I wonder if we really feel the same
Why we can be unkind
Questioning the strongest of hearts
That's when we must start
Believing in the one thing that has gotten us this far

That's what love is for
To help us through it
That's what love is for
Nothing else can do it

Melt our defenses
Bring us back to our senses
Give us strength to try once more
Baby, that's what love is for

Sometimes I see you and you don't know I am there
And I'm washed away by emotions
I hold deep down inside
Getting stronger with time
It's living through the fire and holding on we find

That's what love is for
To help us through it
That's what love is for
Nothing else can do it

Melt our defenses
Bring us back to our senses
Give us strength to try once more
Baby, that's what love is for

Believing in the one thing
That has gotten us this far

That's what love is for
To help us through it
That's what love is for
Nothing else can do it

Round off the edges
Talk us down from the ledges
Give us strength to try once more
Baby, that's what love is for

That's what love is for
That's what love is for
That's what love is for

Melt our defenses
Bring us back to our senses
Give us strength to try once more
Baby, that's what love is for

That's what love is for
That's what love is for
That's what love is for
Nothing else can do it
Try to sense through it

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Big D - Lyrics - Noreaga

Title: Big D
Artist: Noreaga
Composer(s): Lamont Poerter, Victor Santiago

Lyric:
For Shigatty my nigatty
Yeah, we gonna have it perolating in the popoff
So go get them condoms niggas, and the Smirnoffs
Yeah, we got the full skeezy not the jump skeezy
The full skeezy, the blowout up in the Nahmeanuheard

So all the ladies out there, all the ladies out there
It's y'all year, y'all need to cum this year
Y'all need to say that, I need to know what the fuck y'all want
What, what y'all want now?

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah, that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

Take a mouthful hoe, gobble down slow
No shopping sprees but you could have dro
Mr. Chows, no simply you can get blimpy
Fuck you in the truck, ghetto style, no Bentley

Shit I hit the brakes, stay out late
At your mom's crib chick, where my dick got ate
I'm like oh no, the bitch just blow
I'm coming now hoe, please let me go

I can't take it, the head game's sacred
Even suck me and Tigger off in the basement
I fuck mad hoes, and they ain't get no cash
It's N O R, the nigga that get Uncle Luke ass

Straight mash, these's motherfucking bitches can't last
An l bust three nuts on the table glass
Is is time to stop, nah it's not
Pussy swollen, told l would wreck the twat

You can't hang with the ding dong
With your cream thong, you could ask my chicks
They call me King Kong

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah, that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

Yo, it's on nigga for the long nigga
Who's balls up on the thighs like ping pong niggas
The real King Kong niggas
I need a Cheech and Chong nigga
In other words, dick bigger than a bong nigga

Stop drinking Moet and Chandon nigga
You better pour me some Cisqo if you want to get up in this thong nigga
My logo is a middle finger because I don't give a fuck
Stick it up, I'm like a virgin I don't give a fuck

Get it, like a virgin I don't give a fuck
Similar to a small dick nigga who don't get a fuck
Good whining, seen it all, tiny ass nuts
Hitting my big walls like handballs

He reminds me of a Ken Doll
Remember that shit?
Toy ass man with a nice and no dick
I ain't got time for playing games
The next time I'ma start fucking saying names

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah, that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah, that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

Yo, hey yo check it, you probably make records to fuck bitches
But I'm the reason why y'all niggas get your dick sucked from bitches
Turn sluts to bitches, I grant your wishes
You want to feel one swing fist's, I'm abitious, the street vicious

I slam you up and down on cars like I'm hitting switches
It's repetitious on the road to riches
My dick cliffs, leaves girls with Frankenstein stitches
I grab bitches by the butt, give them a pain fuck

Stuck up against the wall with their arms and legs stuck like King Tut
I remember when swallowing
Now I got girls choking from when a nigga deep throating
Here take a lick, my dick's thick

Scratch the back of your throat like 'huh' 'cause my dick's sick
I give backshots yo, 'cause I'ma backshot pro
Give backshots to girls who got cornrows
So when I pull their hair, it make their braids touch their ass
Like Li'l Mo, yo

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah, that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

We don't want to fuck with niggas with small dicks
(Nah, that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks

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Smells Like Funk - Lyrics - Elephunk - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Smells Like Funk
Album: Elephunk
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Will Adams, Mike Fratantuno, George Pajon Jr, Allan Pineda

Lyric:
Yeah, that's funky
Yeah, that's funky
Yeah, that's funky

If it smells like funk it must be us
The funk, funk full, foul stinky, it's stanky stuff
If it smells like funk it must be us
The funk, funk full, foul stinky, it's stanky stuff

If it smells like funk it must be us
The funk, funk full, foul stinky, it's stanky stuff
If it smells like funk it must be us
'Cause nobody's funky as us, 'cause we keep it stinky

We keep it stinky
We keep it stinky
We keep it stinky
Stinky, stinky, stinky

The funk phenomenon
We funk you on an' on
There's no need to hold your nose
'Cause this pong sing like a rose

Big booty funk, toe jam funk, underarm funk
Like you headlockin' a skunk'
Reekin' like diseased athlete's feet
The stench didn't come, till after this beat

Smellin' like droors, no weezin', no pause
Put your hand up on the speakers, get smelly ass paws
You know we was comin', before we entered the door
'Cause you could smell the rhyme
When we was walking down the hall

We bring the funk worse then a wet dog
Stinkin' like fat ladies shittin' out Logs
We drop enough shit to keep them toilets clogged
Keep the people jumpin' like them Bullfrogs

The first one who smelt it ain't the one who dealt it
Black Eyed Peas keep the scent blind like Delta
Funky like onions you fryin', girl you ain't lyin'

If it smells like funk it must be us
The funk, funk full, foul stinky, it's stanky stuff
If it smells like funk it must be us
The funk, funk full, foul stinky, it's stanky stuff

If it smells like funk it must be us
The funk, funk full, foul stinky, it's stanky stuff
If it smells like funk it must be us
'Cause nobody's funky as us, 'cause we keep it stinky

We keep it stinky
We keep it stinky
We keep it stinky
Stinky, stinky, stinky

Yo, you funkin' with the funk family
The non fabricated factual faculty'
We formulatin' up in a factory
Focusin' on the energid of fluid flow free

We flawless, everything is for free
We flourish and we flaunt our flavor freshly
Can you believe we flip them frequency's
And freak MC's they leave all frantically

But our intent is ought to be friendly but
They fightin' when we start the freestylin' frenzy
I funk up ya' flat till your girlfriend beef
Fillin' all anatomy, bringin' me flattery

She'll be diggin' these rhymes that ease beats
Like cellulite lyrics all flabby
We bring the funk to your festivities
If you think something stank then it must be the Peas

If it smells like funk it must be us
The funk, funk full, foul stinky, it's stanky stuff
If it smells like funk it must be us
The funk, funk full, foul stinky, it's stanky stuff

If it smells like funk it must be us
The funk, funk full, foul stinky, it's stanky stuff
If it smells like funk it must be us
'Cause nobody's funky as us, 'cause we keep it stinky

Cellulite overweight stankin' MC's
Stench smells so strong it's insanitary
'Cause you can sense me a mile away so Chanky
With the jungle funk sound from Serengeti

Meaty, Fat, Nasty like Miss Fat booty's tights
Gettin' dirty like mudfights and dirtbikes
Turning these droors black, they used to be white
And we shittin' on these tracks that you gonna' need to wipe

The odor's so contagious that it shows up in your dream
Man, you could pick me out like food in between
Your two front teeth 'cause you be lackin' the streets
We got beefy ass beats that we bumpin' in the streets

We so nice n' sweet like steak box n' feet
Sour underarm funk, you ain't washed in a week
And, man, we be reekin' every day or weekend
We could all bounce to the funk and the season

Bounce, bounce, bounce
Yeah, that's funky'
Yeah, that's funky'

If you smellin' somethin' funky
Then you know it got to be nobody
Other than Apl, will n' taboo
'Cause if you know that if it smells like funk then it must be us
If you smellin' fat funk then it must be us

If you smellin' something funky
Then you know it got to be nobody
Other than Apl, will n' taboo
'Cause you know that if it smells like funk then it must be us
If you smellin' elephants then it must be us

If you smellin' somethin funky
Then you know it got to be nobody
Other than Apl, will n' taboo
'Cause you know that if it smells like funk then it must be us
If you smellin' elephant shit, it must be us
Us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us, us

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Ain'T Gonna See Tomorrow - Lyrics - Let's Get Ready - Mystikal

Title: Ain'T Gonna See Tomorrow
Album: Let's Get Ready
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): A Patton, M Tyler, David Sheats, A Benjamin

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Lyric:
Listen, Listen
Huh listen

Government got it where you can't do shit no mo'
The water ain't no good, the grass don't grow
Never mention schools ain't safe no mo'
Killing in the first grade, six years old
Ask yo self this
In what kind of world is that to raise yo children
Then again it really don't matter, where you gone go
You still gotta live it
Let's face reality, stop talking 'bout peace
That's a thing of the past
But then again that's a bald face lie
'Cause a few years ago you was hanging my ass
Be no presidents
Sometimes the whole world just pressed up against me
Think about it, young black man, come up set up for penitentiary
Do the math, all on you
Choose yo path, be a leader, pray for strength
Know when to cap and when to blast
Get back on track, we damn near got past crack
Then every dope dealer got snatched back
We all wit the black on black that's sad
Is it really in our nature what make it so bad?
But I ain't no better then the rest of y'all
Plus I came up in a house without no dad
I knew that you left, couldn't be there
[Incomprehensible], you didn't won't to
But that how it is, Lord help us
You know what we going through

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
I know some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

Somebody tell me what you get in a relationship [icnomp]
We ain't married so we can't get divorced
So the only thing left is domesticated violence
When a man uses a woman to take out his problems
He abuses that woman, then man must recognize his assignment
We got two kids and you pregnant again so how can we profit
That's bullshit
That ain't no reason to pull her arm out the socket
Baby I'm so sorry
You know that I love you and didn't wanna hurt you
When I put my hands on ya, I was wrong so I don't deserve ya
I never thought I'd see the day when they scrap a nigga
When they talk about 'em on the T V
Now my sister flipping in the grave
'Cause that's a cheap shot and I know this can't be me
Lord help her forgive me, God give me my purpose
Jesus break these chains, you know this is a vicious circle
But I got my trust in you
I know there will be light at the end of the tunnel
Had it been in many situations
She was there each and everyone of 'em
Keep me humble, I wanna take time out write down
And thank ya, thank ya
Trying to make it wit out you is something we can't do

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
I know some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

Lord tell them you difference
Between having eternal life or forever burn, burn
Lord tell 'em You was wit' me when I had my accident
And my truck started flipping and turnin'
When it feel like I was dying from the moment of impact
We rolled ten times
I was down on my best, that fool came on my side of the line
But when the truck did finally stop moving I was just fine
My little brother that was on the passenger side
Must of got hurt 'cause he was unconscious
We then had our tragedies
We was just talking so this can't be happenin'
But before I could say anything else
I saw the helicopter and the ambulance
My little brother came back through
First thing he said was "What is going on"
But the next thing he said was
"Watch over me Lord and keep me strong"
And right then and there, I knew every thing was gone be alright
But we ain't promised nothing
So thank you my Lord for saving his life

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Lord some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Lord some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God

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Be - Lyrics - In This Skin - Jessica Simpson

Title: Be
Album: In This Skin
Artist: Jessica Simpson
Composer(s): Franne Golde, Andrew Williams, Kasia Livingston, Jessica Simpson

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Lyric:
Way it's gonna
Way it's gonna

Lately I find I'm caught up in these thoughts
How will you come to me?
How will we connect these hearts?
Are you somewhere near
Hidden like a four-leaf clover?
Are you miles away
Are we getting any closer?
Are we getting any closer?

I already see us moving mountains
I already see us walking water
I already see the clouds we're flying over and under

I can reallly see us having babies
Walking through the park and being lazy
I already see myself falling in love eternally
And I think that's just the way it's gonna be
And I think that's just the way it's gonna be

I already see us moving mountains
And I think that's just the way it's gonna be
I already see us walking water
And I think that's just the way it's gonna be

Being with you
Is a like a scene from a dream in Heaven
I feel you running through
All my senses will you taste like rain
Can I breathe you like air
Will I lose myself in your arms somewhere

I already see us moving mountains
I already see us walking water
I already see the clouds we're flying over and under

I can really see us having babies
Walking through the park and being lazy
I already see myself falling in love eternally
And I think that's just the way it's gonna be
I think that's just the way it's gonna be

And I know and I know and I know
Love can move a mountain
And I know and I know
It's gonna be even better than I imagined
Putting all my trust in
Putting all my trust in you
We'll make this dream come true

I can really see us havin' babies
Walking through the park and being lazy
I already see myself falling in love eternally
And I think that's just the way it's gonna be
And I think that's just the way it's gonna be

I already see us moving mountains
The way it's gonna be
I already see us walking water
The way it's gonna be
I can really see us having babies
The way it's gonna be
I already see myself falling in love

Meant to be
I already see us moving mountains
The way it's gonna be
I already see us walking water to me
The way it's gonna be
I can really see us having babies
The way it's gonna be

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That'S What (It'S All About) - Lyrics - Teen Spirit - A*Teens

Title: That'S What (It'S All About)
Album: Teen Spirit
Artist: A*Teens
Composer(s): Tommy Tysper, Stefan Robert Nee

Lyric:
That's what it's all about

It's midnight, we're feeling all right
Dressed up for a cruise tonight
Nothing can hold us back
We're alive and right on track

All set, ready for a show
It's gotta blast, get outta control
Nothing can stop us now
There's a party going on too now

If you say, that it's okay
We gotta start right now

That's what it's all about, baby
That's the way that it's got to be
That's what is going on baby
That's right, that's right

That's what it's all about, baby
That's what it comes down to baby
I want you to hear me out
That's what it's all about

Half past twelve
We're sneaking out the back door
Who said we couldn't stay out long?
Till the lights go out
We're gonna show what it's all about

We're gonna take it to the top
Never gonna stop
'Cause we might, do it till we drop
Spread the word around
When the drum rolls, time to get down

That's what it's all about, baby
That's the way that it's got to be
That's what is going on, baby
That's right, that's right

That's what it's all about, baby
That's what it comes down to, baby
I want you to hear me out
That's what it's all about

There's nothing that can stop us now
I swear we'll always be around
If you say, that it's okay
We gotta start right now

That's what it's all about
That's what it's all about, baby
That's what is going on
That's right, that's right

That's what it's all about, baby
That's what it comes down to, baby
I want you to hear me out
That's what it's all about

That's what it's all about, baby
That's the way that it's got to be
That's what is going on, baby
That's right, that's right

That's what it's all about, baby
That's what it comes down to, baby
I want you to hear me out
That's what it's all about

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Other Emcees - Lyrics - In Stereo (Tour Edition) - Bomfunk Mc'S

Title: Other Emcees
Album: In Stereo (Tour Edition)
Artist: Bomfunk Mc'S
Composer(s): Raymond Ebanks, Jaakko Salovaara

Lyric:
This is DJ Security reaching out for
Bomfunk MC's, DJ Gismo and B.O.W
They've been spotted at F.K.
I repeat, surround the area
Code 10-5, code 10-5, surround the area now

Other emcees can't swing with us
'Coz we are the crew that's rocking non-stop
We shake you off like electric shock
'Coz we are the crew that's rocking non-stop
And we gotta funky song, so come on, baby, sing along

Keepin' it thrilled, never coming out cheap
Locked the door down just like Kool Keith
Got mad bull, got the highest feet
But the media bowl, it's just we can swing

Rock with they honeys and roll with the creeps
Only sucker punks get treated like leech
Down with the Bomfunk you have to guarantee
That we rock the crowd so viciously

Other emcees can't swing with us
'Coz we are the crew that's rocking non-stop
We shake you off like electric shock
'Coz we are the crew that's rocking non-stop
And we gotta funky song, so come on, baby, sing along

Other emcees can't swing with us
'Coz we are the crew that's rocking non-stop
We shake you off like electric shock
'Coz we are the crew that's rocking non-stop
And we gotta funky song, so come on, baby, sing along

Giz is the Wiz behind the dopest beats
Chuckin' while I'm rockin' to all you party peeps
Up flying all time but breaks are all we need
So once again have you been boomin' in your Jeeps

Balling, calling for all ya funky freaks
Like it or not, this is how we proceed
Roll the Rizla got some left over leaves
Light it up, huff and puff and just ease

Take a ride and watch the honeys
Feelin' good like you should therapy
Got what it takes, yeah I got the necessary
Ingredients to rock the house, very

Unique with the style, skills and techniques
Not just momentarily but week after week
Down with the Bomfunk you have to guarantee
That we rock the crowd, so viciously

Other emcees can't swing with us
'Coz we are the crew that's rocking non-stop
We shake you off like electric shock
'Coz we are the crew that's rocking non-stop
And we gotta funky song, so come on, baby, sing along

Other emcees can't swing with us
'Coz we are the crew that's rocking non-stop
We shake you off like electric shock
'Coz we are the crew that's rocking non-stop
And we gotta funky song, so come on, baby, sing along

Rock the crowd, rock the crowd
Rock the crowd so viciously
I'm the sure shot, master of the ceremony

Yeah, we rock the crowd, rock the crowd
Rock the crowd so viciously
I'm the sure shot, master of the ceremony

Other emcees can't swing with us
'Coz we are the crew that's rocking non-stop
We shake you off like electric shock
'Coz we are the crew that's rocking non-stop
And we gotta funky song, so come on, baby, sing along

Other emcees can't swing with us
'Coz we are the crew that's rocking non-stop
We shake you off like electric shock
'Coz we are the crew that's rocking non-stop
And we gotta funky song, so come on, baby, sing along

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Lover'S Prayer - Lyrics - Better Days - Joe

Title: Lover'S Prayer
Album: Better Days
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): Jolyon Ward Skinner, R Slaughter, Joe Lewis Thomas, J P Thompson

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Lyric:
For love, life and eternity
This is my prayer

I pray that our love is more than enough to weather the storm
I pray that you're strong the nights that I'm gone and you're home alone
I pray you'll forgive whatever I did that brought you the tears
I pray here right now as I make this vow, we last through the years

(Lover's prayer)
When I get down on my knees at night
(Lover's prayer)
I pray God we gonna be alright

(Lover's prayer)
With my head down and my hands up high
(Lover's prayer)
How I hope that He will answer my
(Lover's prayer)

That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray
That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray
That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray
That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray

I pray that the sun continues to shine with all that you do
No matter the bad, no matter how low, you'll make it through
I pray that I'm there, whatever you want, whatever you need
I pray that your heart carries apart, apart of me, yeah

(Lover's prayer)
When I get down on my knees at night
(Lover's prayer)
I pray God we gonna be alright

(Lover's prayer)
With my head down and my hands up high
(Lover's prayer)
How I hope that He will answer my
(Lover's prayer)

That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray
That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray
That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray
That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray

I pray that your smile would light up my life, won't ever fade
I pray that the trust we share between us won't ever break
I pray that your hopes all of your dreams you will exceed
My final prayer you'll take this ring and you will bear my seed

(Lover's prayer)
When I get down on my knees at night
(Lover's prayer)
I pray God we gonna be alright

(Lover's prayer)
With my head down and my hands up high
(Lover's prayer)
How I hope that He will answer my
(Lover's prayer)

That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray
That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray
That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray
That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray

(Lover's prayer)
When I get down on my knees at night
(Lover's prayer)
I pray God we gonna be alright

(Lover's prayer)
With my head down and my hands up high
(Lover's prayer)
How I hope that He will answer my
(Lover's prayer)

That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray
That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray
That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray
That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray

(Lover's prayer)
When I get down on my knees at night
(Lover's prayer)
I pray God we gonna be alright

(Lover's prayer)
With my head down and my hands up high
(Lover's prayer)
How I hope that He will answer my
(Lover's prayer)

That's why I pray, that's why I pray, that's why I pray

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God Love Us - Lyrics - Nastradamus - Nas

Title: God Love Us
Album: Nastradamus
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Damon Blackmon, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Speak without thinkin'
Speak without speakin'
Feel without reachin'
That's what it's about
It's about that inner, inner love
Ya'knaw'mean?

God love us hood niggaz
'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz
And the killers, God love us good niggaz
'Cause on the streets is the hood niggaz
And I know he feel us

God love us hood niggaz
'Cause he be wit us in the prisons and he take time to listen
God love us hood niggaz
'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz
But he forgive us

He who has ears, let him hear and he who has sight, let him see
He who has life, let him be, see everything goes through change
Those who know don't talk and those who talk don't know a thing

Men are born soft and turn tough
Dead lay a stiffened heart, I've been kissed by God
I've been hurt, I've been marked for death, almost ripped apart
By the beast but he missed his mark

Alone in the dark my thoughts had sparked up
When I saw my body on the floor, from above I watch it all
Yo, it came to me, the pain in me
Many slain empty skulls where a brain should be

It strangely seemed like it was a dream
But the sirens had never woke me
Only reason I'm here now is 'cause God chose me
And to me, I'm only just a crook nigga
But God love us hood niggaz

God love us hood niggaz
'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz
And the killers, God love us good niggaz
'Cause on the streets is the hood niggaz
And I know he feel us

God love us hood niggaz
'Cause he be wit us in the prisons and he take time to listen
God love us hood niggaz
'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz
But he forgive us

Day by day, by day I sit back and pray
My thugs get packed away in a maxi-cage
They pass away, they went off the casket way
My gats will spray but that won't bring 'em back today

So long my crimies now gone for eternity
The team we got left on the set, now turn to me
Can't speak, tears in my eyes, revenge in my mind
I ride past the church where they got his body and find

They takin' him to the hearse to put his body in dirt
That's it, pay my respects, wipe my tears with my shirt
Now it's time to do work, out of love and retribution
As loyalty, he would die for me, no excuses

Loadin' clips up, countin' bullets carefully
For self though it feels like he was there with me
Saw the enemy, I ate him, saw Jakes behind me
They ain't knock me, it's obvious that God's watchin' me

God love us hood niggaz
'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz
And the killers, God love us good niggaz
'Cause on the streets is the hood niggaz
And I know he feel us

God love us hood niggaz
'Cause he be wit us in the prisons and he take time to listen
God love us hood niggaz
'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz
But he forgive us

Jealousy in the hood, felonies in the hood
Thugs wit guns become celebrities in the hood
There was beef in the hood, smoke trees in the hood
Little girls have seeds by O.G.'s in the hood

It's food in the hood, it's drugs in the hood
You can choose if you would, coke to sniff
Dope to ooze in your blood, parolees
Ex cons live in the hood, it's jobs in the hood

You can starve in the hood
Your best friends'll fuck your baby moms in the hood
But it's good in the hood, I was raised in the hood
Was taught how to walk and duck strays in the hood

I stays in the hood, got my ways in the hood
Learned to play ball closer to NBA in the hood
There's AIDS in the hood
Our lives are the worst, on top of that, we broke
That's the main reason why God love us the most

God love us hood niggaz
'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook nigga
And the killers, God love us good niggaz
'Cause on the streets is the hood niggaz
And I know he feel us

God love us hood niggaz
'Cause he be wit us in the prisons and he take time to listen
God love us hood niggaz
'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook nigga
But he forgive us

God love us hood niggaz
'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook nigga
And the killers, God love us good niggaz
'Cause on the streets is the hood niggaz
And I know he feel us

God love us hood niggaz
'Cause he be wit us in the prisons and he take time to listen
God love us hood niggaz
'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook nigga
But he forgive us

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What About Us - Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: What About Us
Album: Thug World Order
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): C Scruggs, S Howse, B Mccane, A Henderson, Armando Colon

Lyric:
(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

It's for my, incarcerated niggaz
That stuck in the pin they coming home
Gotta stay strong 'cause you ain't alone
Remember you always got love from home
But still this pain and may not know it
I'm a boy and I gotta show it
I hear them cries from the babies
I wish they had a chance don't wanna blow it

But unemployed for all the little girls and boys
You got to love your mom and daddy
And make them wonder why you give them ploys
Oh boy, its getting deep but more expensive then ever cheap
But what about that little nigga running the streets
Making a living through his beats?

What about these whack ass politicians?
They don't care if we live or die
What about that elderly barely breathing? Gotta survive on SSI
They say America, it's the land of the free
And home of the brave it's mass hysteria
So bring your knees and hope we can fight and if bury us

At least we can live as we believe
Dog ain't ever gonna break our pride
Ain't nothing you can do to keep us weak
And all of my soldiers come together
Get on your feet and get ready to bust
What about this war against terrorism
(Fuck that)
And what about this war against us

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

What about them thugs that's dead and gone?
What about them thugs that ain't even grown?
What about them thugs that out here lost
And ain't ever gonna find their way home?
Suspicion got you furious, so grab your shit and listen up
It's violence and violence, it's the only way their gonna respect us
If it's this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time
Know we gone, how they sleep at night if they know they be lying

This shit we deal wit', we young black and fit less
Living in the ghetto to ghetto
And ghetto to ghetto 'cause ghetto is all we know
They beat us down for dumb shit, they lock us up for dumb shit
Find out that I'm innocent and still gotta fight for money they owe me
And they wonder why we riot in the damn streets
They can't hold us down we getting all that money

And watch what I tell ya, everybody wants some
How they get it they don't care
Try to kick it when you spittin' real smooth
But they listening in my business, trying to fuck up my move

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

Dead niggaz, I've been to war
Been tall with shit, I seen it all
Like soap operas from ghetto stars
I can tell when rappers getting bored, really
Sometimes she a bitch, sometimes my lady
And times when niggaz die, she help like I was a baby
The simplest things in life were always the best
Breathing you ass back inhaling when chronic in your chest

Hey, somebody call my momma and help me one more time
Before I die my momma, she carry me no comma
Niggaz bitches and drama
I recollect walking and stoppin'
Cops not even checking on me
Juvenile delinquent and baby y'all be respecting me
The B.O. it taking me in
Whether we saving fuck the last thing we did
And let the cops see all the shit that I did

Like spittin' on them foxies skied up
In the palm of my dick
This is the life that I love
This is the life that I live
And it's a life full of lust nigga

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

My partner called me after court
He said they got 25 to life just for slingin' some dope
They making some cheese just to feed their folks
And they like somebody won't go home
It's sad 'cause its sadder for us
What about our boys and young girls
In their wicked young world?

Coming to school wit' heaters bustin' their teachers
Whatever happened to family and humanity we posses
What about our babies, that struggling in this mess, don't streets
Crooked coppers scaring the niggaz off in the hood
What about them niggaz that get blown off this block if they good?

See most of the niggaz still on the street
Still struggling and hustlin' trying to get something to eat
Some of them resting in piece and some will never get free
Bone Thug gotta show love, keep it real and really real
And let 'em know about us

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?

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Black & Brown - Lyrics - Full Circle - Xzibit

Title: Black & Brown
Album: Full Circle
Artist: Xzibit
Composer(s): Alvin N Joiner, Shawn Campbell, Marshall J Leathers

Lyric:
Wassup? We need to talk
Let me light my backport
That's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

Yo, I love Los Angeles, you can hear it in my music
Plus I got the scars to prove it
And man, you won't understand what I understand
I'm feelin' like a piece to a bigger plan

'Cause all I'm sayin' is the God honest truth of it all
We fightin' the wrong enemy
That's why I'm gettin' involved
It's just like the end of that movie 'Saw'

When them two chained up guys met with their demise
And the mastermind was layin' there the whole time
Remember that? That's why we have to sit down
And speak about the black and the brown

Now I didn't come here to point no fingers
I know over the years that the pain still lingers
Over past confrontations
*** we all on parole and probation and *** up situations

And everybody lose, from the pen to the neighborhoods
Now it's even in the high schools
'Cause I was watchin' K. Cal News
When the students squared off and one kid wouldn't choose sides

Hit with a hammer and the kid died
And now it's a full blown riot
Tck, that's when the fists start flyin'
These kids ain't learnin' s*** about math and science, man

Tension is so thick, some are comin' around
I don't wanna see no more of us up under the ground
So now that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

Eighty percent of inmates are black and Hispanic
They tryna wipe us all off the face of this planet
Dammit, that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

Yo, I got the homey Jose from way back in the day
He came to scoop me up in his all white Six-Trey
And he don't really *** with nobody outside of the set
It's tatted big on his neck, y'know?

So over the years, built respect and trust
Some black and brown issues, we both discussed
He said, "Homes, it's been goin' down too long
I gotta bang on them fools and it don't feel wrong"

"They killed my cousin over eighty eight bricks
So word came down, we gotta handle that ***
Kill all mayatas in white tee shirts
Can I tell the truth homes? The truth starts hurtin'"

At first, I remind him of what vengeance do
What vengeance is and who vengeance belongs to
He wasn't tryna hear that ***
He just turned up the volume, bangin' 50 Cent

Tension is so thick, some are comin' around
I don't wanna see no more of us up under the ground
So now that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

Eighty percent of inmates are black and Hispanic
They tryna wipe us all off the face of this planet
Dammit, that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

I got soldiers from both sides who really don't care
Who identify themselves by the colors they wear
The homey came through to put one in the air
I can tell somethin' was wrong the way he sat in his chair

He said, "X, man, I'm just gettin' out
From doin' eighty eight months, tryna figure things out"
He told me in the pen, you get down to get done
'Cause the brown and black ratio is five to one

He showed me the scar on his gut and his neck
They got him good, said he *** near bled to death
The hate was so deep, I can see in his eyes
When he described what it feels like to almost die

All I could do was just sit back and listen
'Bout how he 'bout to send soldiers on missions
I got hit with a bottle but I'm not dead
I said, "Think with your heart, homey, not your head", I said

Tension is so thick, some are comin' around
I don't wanna see no more of us up under the ground
So now that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

Eighty percent of inmates are black and Hispanic
They tryna wipe us all off the face of this planet
Dammit, that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

Oh, you must defend yourself
If you don't, then no one else
Your homies got to ride
You're fightin' for your life

They want both of us dead
You ain't heard a word I said
You're fightin' for your life
Your homies got to ride

Tension is so thick, some are comin' around
I don't wanna see no more of us up under the ground
So now that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

Eighty percent of inmates are black and Hispanic
They tryna wipe us all off the face of this planet
Dammit, that's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown

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More Love - Lyrics - Home - Dixie Chicks

Title: More Love
Album: Home
Artist: Dixie Chicks
Composer(s): Gary Nicholson, Tim O'Brien

Lyric:
I'm so close to you baby
But I'm so far away
There's a silence between us
And there's so much to say

You're my strength, you're my weakness
You're my faith, you're my doubt
We gotta meet in the middle
To work this thing out

More love, I can hear our hearts cryin'
More love, I know that's all we need
More love to flow in between us
To take us and hold us and lift us above
If there's ever an answer, it's more love

We're afraid to be idle
So we fill up the days
We run on the treadmill
Keep slavin' away

'Til there's no time for talkin'
About trouble in mind
And the doors are all closed
Between your heart and mine

More love, I can hear our hearts cryin'
More love, I know that's all we need
More love to flow in between us
To take us and hold us and lift us above
If there's ever an answer, it's more love

Just look out around us
People fightin' their wars
They think they'll be happy
When they've settled their scores

Let's lay down our weapons
That hold us apart
Be still for just a minute
Try to open our hearts

More love, I can hear our hearts cryin'
More love, I know that's all we need
More love to flow in between us
To take us and hold us and lift us above
If there's ever an answer, it's more love

I can hear our hearts cryin'
More love, I know that's all we need
More love to flow in between us
To take us and hold us and lift us above
If there's ever an answer, it's more love
More love

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Y'All Don'T Want It - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: Y'All Don'T Want It
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Juan Carlos Jr Salinas, Oscar Edward Salinas, Wesley Eric Weston, J Jones

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Lyric:
Lil' Flip, Jim Jones
Lil' Flip, Jim Jones
Lil' Flip, Jim Jones
Lil' Flip, Jim Jones

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

This sixteen bars of my brain
I show my scars through my pain
I write my bars on the plane
I bring my boys on the plane
There's nothin' like it, I swear
Can't no other rappers compare
'Cuz I can spit it or write it
Just admit it, you like it

I'm the hottest around
Niggaz know how I get down
But this ain't makin' the band
I'm tired of shakin' your hand
I got the piece to the puzzle
I'm on the streets when I hustle
I got the heat with the muzzle, okay, okay

You think you know it all
But I prove to show it all
When I move, you get one shot
Hope you don't blow it, dog
Don't bite the hand that feeds you
You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga
And believe me, I can read you

I'm tired of snakes and rats
I'm movin' forward, you pacin' back
While I'm in N.Y. collaboratin', blazin' tracks
You gotta face the fact, I got the only platinum plaque
I did it well, even when I'm gone, my shit'll sell

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

Just let my movement protrude, Dips
Or we will move on you dudes, fuckers
And you niggaz that's beefin'
Okay, I'll chew you like food, yummy
Don't get Houston confused, no
'Cuz they music is screwed, purple

They ain't slow for a second
'Cuz they sippin' on lean
They will roll up with weapons
The four fifth and the beam, boom
Get you tore up, we stretch 'em

You talk shit to my team, R.I.P.
We controllin' our section
Raw shit for the fiends, I'll smack you
The boys controllin' my section
'Cuz we gettin' that cream, squalie

And we roll in Rovers
Iced out birds and frozen clovers, blingin'
You know I'm smokin' dozers
With that thing I roll with soldiers, East Side
So if you want it fam, you'll get it fam, I'll hit you man, unh
And when I grip that blam
Pop! Pop! Pop!, Dip Set the fam

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

I'm ready to let you have it
Glocks and automatics
I put them in your chest
You shoulda wore your vest
'Cuz we comin' to your house
With the forty cals
Dumpin' twenty five rounds
Now bitch, lay it down

So when we pull up to clubs
They say we known for the brawlin'
And all these bottles I'm poppin'
It's uncontrollable ballin'
Straight from the projects
I'm still cased up with charges
It only takes me three seconds
To straight spray out a cartridge

I'm prepared for the streets
And I ain't scared of police
You know my gangstas ride out
We know to fliz with them heats
We cop cars with them spinners
I be in Texas for breakfast
Sippin' on Purple and Sprite
And back in Harlem for dinner

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Clover G's
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us, Dip Set

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Ellenwood Area - Lyrics - Crime Mob - Crime Mob

Title: Ellenwood Area
Album: Crime Mob
Artist: Crime Mob
Composer(s): Venetia Lewis, Alphonce Smith, Chris Henderson, Jonathan Lewis, Jarques Usher

Lyric:
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya

Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya

Neva run up with the shump through ya area
We come to get cha then hit cha then bury ya
We be tha trillest so nigga you scared of us
Creepin' like redas and shootin' our Predata's

Always be ready for when I attack
Strapped wit these weapons that's facin' our backs
Creepin' like redas and movin' outsidaz
We'll soon be ruff ryders and tote all them gats

Neva come up or run up in our face
You betta just stop our glocks will spray
Betta be hidin' when the tank ridin'
Up on yo street, on yo scene, on yo way

Nigga we gone have you hopin' and wishin'
That you would neva just smoke and you listen
Nigga we serious no superstition
Ellenwood niggaz gone leave yo ass missin'

I got a G L O C K and I ain't even fillin' yo dome
Me and lil' Mark we puttin' buckshots through yo home
You run up quick you stupid bitch, you made me grab my chrome
I'm fillin' yo body wit hollow tips you lose yo tone

I'll rip yo blood and tissue leavin' nothin' but yo bones
I grab my machete hoe, I'm ready so bring it on
We got them hollow tips, them hollow tips
You run up quick you stupid bitch, I bust yo fuckin' lip

Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya

Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya

Aah Ellenwood area don't give a fuck
Walk and fight and leavin' you stuck
All of my niggaz we pullin' them triggas
So how do you figure you fuckin' wit us?

C to da R to da I M E, M to da O to da muthafuckin' B
If you hoes up in da streets, bolts'll hit you rapidly
Ellenwood that's where I be, told you hoes back off of me

I don't bite my tongue, so you dumb if you fuck wit me
If you wanna step to me, this is gon' be ugly
AK 47's, mack 11's gonna hit cha G
B I G in back of me, lil' Jay on da side of me

Look at Expeditions hittin' bitches like the faculty
Always tryin' to hassle me, none of ya'll can tackle me
Told ya it was stated but this time it's brutality

Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya

Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya
Ellenwood area, fuck wit us we bury ya

Now I'm the baddest chick who rep dat wood
Come test me if you want some trouble
Princess be my name, M O B is my clique, you wanna scuffle?

Come run up quick, you'll get done up chick
If you think you hard, my crew too thick
And my tool gone spit so don't fuckin' start
I see you waggin', you ain't nothin' or a threat to me

I knock down haters if they wanna come and test a G
I'm never slackin' and what I'm packin' is too damn crucial
Why you yappin'? I'll bruise ya, Ellenwood gone come and do ya

It's almost time to go I thought I'll let you hatas know
Psycho Black be that nigga, that's gone lay you on da flo'
Hit you wit them mega blows, you fake it once you ain't no mo
But I'm gone, send some gats and trap
And make some bread and catch some hoes

You got some Ana? River Road is where I stay
Ellenwood is where I trap you buck and knuckle up
But you might get yo ass capped
Always on a paper chase, chasin' for them big faces
Get some money, get that cheese, don't sit and waste yo time hatin'

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