When The Chariot Comes - Lyrics - Anytime - Brian Mcknight

Title: When The Chariot Comes
Album: Anytime
Artist: Brian Mcknight
Composer(s): Michael Brandon Barnes, Brian Kelly Mcknight

Lyric:
All of these flowers
For this friend of ours, it's such a shame
All of these people
All of them equally feel the same

There's silence and weeping
Looks like he's sleeping, the children say
They say he was ready
"I hope he was ready" is the prayer I'm praying

When Gabriel begins to blow
Victory shall be mine
When the horses get ready to go
Angels won't leave me behind

I'm gonna be, got to be ready
When the chariot comes
I'm gonna be, got to be ready
When the chariot comes

Over the prairie the pallbearers carry
And lay him to rest
Satan's a cheater, Christ is the teacher
And life's the test

Oh Lord, take me higher
Never liked fire, I can't stay here
I gotta get ready, gotta get ready
Time has drawn near

When Gabriel begins to blow
Victory shall be mine
And when the horses get ready to go
The Angels won't leave me behind

I'm gonna be, got to be ready
When the chariot comes
Said I'm gonna be, got to be ready
When the chariot comes

As I lay me down to sleep
I pray my soul you keep
If I die before I wake
I pray my soul you'll take

'Cause I gotta be, gotta be ready
When Jesus comes
When that chariot comes

I'm gonna be, got to be ready
When the chariot comes
Said I'm gonna be, got to be ready
When the chariot comes

When the chariot comes
When the chariot comes
When the chariot comes
...

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Rain Rider - Lyrics - Nazz

Title: Rain Rider
Artist: Nazz
Composer(s): Todd Rundgren

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Lyric:
Some men sail the waters, some men live on the land
I was born Apollo with the reins and the whip in my hand
Where I take the ladies is something you've never seen
But nothing stops a man who flies and glides like a flying machine

I don't need the motions that are made for that hill
And I don't do half the things you think that I will
And I don't see how you find it much of a thrill
That's unless you want to take a ride

Ride my chariot baby, my role is the sun
Ride my chariot baby, my steed's on the run
Ride my chariot baby, we're leaving by dawn
Come on, come on or else you're gonna see me gone

I got the belts and whips on hanging around my waist
I ride the skies of lightning with the clouds running over my face
Start out in the morning, sailing on the edge of night
I can save you with my left hand, I can destroy you again with my right

You've got one last chance to catch a ride on my tail
When I move my tracks are hardly leaving a trail
Leaving the sun and I leave every dawn without fail
So if you want to take a ride

Ride my chariot baby, my role is the sun
Ride my chariot baby, my steed's on the run
Ride my chariot baby, said we're leaving by dawn
Come on, come on or else you're gonna see me gone

You've got one last chance to catch a ride on my tail
When I move my tracks are hardly leaving a trail
Leaving the sun and I leave every dawn without fail
So if you want to take a ride

Ride my chariot baby, my role is the sun
Ride my chariot baby, my steed's on the run
Ride my chariot baby, we're leaving by dawn
Come on, come on or else you're gonna see me gone

Ride my chariot baby, my role is the sun
Ride my chariot baby, my steed's on the run
Ride my chariot baby, we're leaving by dawn
Come on, come on or else you're gonna see me gone

Ride my chariot baby, my role is the sun
Ride my chariot baby, my steed's on the run
Ride my chariot baby, we're leaving by dawn
Come on, come on or else you're gonna see me gone

Ride my chariot baby, my role is the sun

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Let Me Ride - Lyrics - The Chronic - Dr. Dre

Title: Let Me Ride
Album: The Chronic
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Willie Beck, Marshall Jones, Bernhard G Worrell, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Eric Collins, Leroy Bonner, William Roberts, James L. Williams, Cordozar Broadus, Marvin Pierce, Clarence Satchell, Maurice Young, Ralph Middlebrooks

Lyric:
Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
Ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
Got the hollow points for the snitches
So would you just walk on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift
And no this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT
On a ryhmin' spree, a straight G
Hop back as I pop my top ya trip
I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop
I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
With all the niggas sayin

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
With all the niggaz sayin
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

Just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
That gangster glare, with gangster raps
That gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
Word to the motherfuckin streets
And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I
Hit ya with that I, get ya with
As I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
Bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
But before I hit the dope spot
I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia
Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
On my dick, cause my four on hit
Pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit
So when I crawl I comes correct
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
(Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
With all the niggaz sayin
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

Check this out
The sun went down when I hit Slausson
On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin
Checkin my rearview, cause niggas they will do
Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
But I don't represent no gangbang
Some niggas like lynchin but I just watch them hang
So on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on
Didn't nobody wanna speaknow everybody
Peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo
But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it
While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be
(Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
With all the niggaz sayin
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

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The Cross - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: The Cross
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Marshall Iii Mathers, Jeff Bass, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry the cross

I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry the cross

Y'all can keep y'all weak beats from your corny producers
There's a new king in the streets, you're gonna get used to
I was the old king in the streets, that y'all once hated
But now I reinvented myself and y'all all waited
Nas, N.A.S. mean Niggaz Against Society
Noisy I aim not silently, noose all surroundin' me

I hang 'em, I string 'em up ain't no thing I just drop 'em
To which doctor you copped and you locked and it ain't what it was
I changed it up from that pop shit it's hard to see R&B
Rappers arguably, started fuckin' up the game horribly
'Cause, I parted the sea, then these novices targeted me
Bitches infatuated say they love me, lyin' to me

What I've discovered is my brother's tryin' to be
The next me, yeah I support him but he's blinded I see
Jealousy he love me to death, am I buggin'? I love him for life
We both still mournin' on our mother's life

And I don't need much but a Dutch, a bitch to fuck
A six, a truck, some guns to bust
I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo' ass
With the nasty Nas, diary, get out my path

I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry the cross

I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry the cross

I can't keep a bitch 'cause none of them come up for a little less
I can't be too rich, too many hoes lined up for sex
I can't rest until my niggaz in houses with pretty maids
Water and flowers in 'em
While my niggaz walk around in they trousers grinnin'

Gotta keep a lot of heat, 30 cals 10 millimeters
40 cals plus the heckler to set y'all straight
You too light? I shoot your freckles out
You too dark? The infrared show you what the tech about
Huh? I'm stressin' out, need more offices for bosses
Secretaries and meetings with big sharks, who mad greedy

We can sell mo', boats on the coast
Give, coats to the po' and give hope to the broke then live low
But that ain't reality, I look happy but under the sky
You see a nigga who know, out of three women 2 out of 3
Will love you but lead you to they own hidden evil

Bitch you the reason niggaz be beefin', hoe get on
Posed to be earth, ain't worth the pussy that you sit on
From here on, it's a new day, million dollars ain't what it was yesterday
Many problems, many niggaz, most involved but they fake
Hope y'all relate

I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry the cross

I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry the cross
I carry the cross

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Painted Chariot - Lyrics - Incredible String Band

Title: Painted Chariot
Artist: Incredible String Band
Composer(s): Mike Heron

Lyric:
It's only a painted chariot
But it took you so far into the rain
And the coachman slapped his fist
On the chariot in the mist
He said, "Look here, Sonny
Can't you see it's as real as pain"

See this fine chariot, won't you ride it
I'm the coachman now, won't you trust me to guide it?
And it's only a painted chariot, only a painted chariot
Only a painted chariot, only a painted chariot
Only a painted chariot, only a painted chariot
Only a painted chariot

Then you got high, deep sigh
Wonder why, much more, where's the door?
Hear the old prayers, find the wise players
Hear the old prayers, find the wise players
Hear the old prayers, find the wise players

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Let'S Ride - Lyrics - Choclair

Title: Let'S Ride
Artist: Choclair
Composer(s): Kareem A Blake, Jason Harrow

Lyric:
Yes sir, when the man wanted to ride, what did he do?
Swing down sweet chariot, he told
That sweet chariot to swing on down
And stop, you know what I'm sayin'? So he could get on

Now this is what we do
We playin', we playin' the role of that sweet chariot
And we swingin' down to pick you up
Know what I'm sayin'?

Ride, for real, now, it's like, you wanna ride with me
You don't even know what ride is, look
You wanna get clean, you wanna get dirty
You wanna go left, right, this what we do

Well, it's the Nocka, The Chiz Rocker
Party while I'm wine drinkin'
My rhymes'll bust a hole right through your thinker
Re-think your strategies when you battle

International record sales, people try but they fail
It's the Chizzo or the Choco, ran the street like a blocko
Before the shots ring out, people never seen or even heard
But we ran through your HQs

Like a pack of germs, people swerve from the gamer
Suave player, I'm all black like the Raiders
You wonder how I did it, album anticipated
Well, it's the ninth innin'

With two outs I hit a home run
To left field like Carter did to Philly
Do you understand me? Ha, really?
No MacGyver tactics can stop my theatrics

I'm makin' ladies back flip
Understand it's all about the sexual eatin'
Up your set like a tropical
Stop it, my UVs will burn your skin, singe your optics

Twenty-one years was ground work
People hear me comin', so hit up for mad work
But understand it's all about the suave, diggy-dog
Just ride

If you feelin' my vibe then we can all just
(Ride)
If you wanna get down then we can all just
(Ride)

All my people throw your hands up high and just
(Ride)
Where you from? Eastside to Westside just
(Ride)

All my people from uptown to downtown just
(Ride)
From Cali to NY, you know we gon' just
(Ride)

From the Florida Keys to Fiji just
(Ride)
All my people worldwide, how you feel, just
(Ride)

You see, I flow like an 850, the turbo
Down the lake shore with po-po chasin'
Then you be wastin' your time
(Swing down sweet chariot, stop)
(Swing down sweet chariot, stop)

If you try to check for flaws
If you bet against Chizz-nocks, count your loss
See I don't care what you people think or say
What you do, I got a crew that run up in your HQ

Dissed by who, six foot one, sleppy-eyed
Dark skinned glasses reflectin' from the sun, nigga
Check that poster, I lay your girl down like a coaster
Drop my glass, slap that ass

Don't care about a thing
See it's all about the way Chocs makes the bells ring
People talkin' shit but can't do a damn thing
So understand this, it's all about the lyricist

No one can rock a beat just like I
Borough Side representer, C H the I Z
Knows how to ride, understand?
Just ride

All my peoples on Lockdown, you know we can
(Ride)
All my peoples on the corner hustlin' just
(Ride)

All my girls in tight skirts, you know we gon' just
(Ride)
All my people pushin' fat rides with illy rims just
(Ride)

If you can feel the vibe, then we can all just
(Ride)
All my dames in sexy belly chains just
(Ride)

All my people from the T-dot O, just
(Ride)
All my peoples worldwide, how you feel? just
(Ride)

See I like the Chiquitas light and dark skinned
Me, I love Senoritas, that's where my heart's been
Now I be chillin' with my boys Paranorm'
Havin' freaks in the livin' room suckin' it hard

See I don't care what you think, nigga
Yo, I'm laughin' at your bitch-ass
So niggas mind you speech when you talk
All these people gettin' mad and vexed

Sayin' all I talk 'bout sex
Make a fuss 'cause they nuts don't bust
So understand who I is
(Who you is)

I got an SDS smile while your girl's got an ass like an E-class
I can drive it like a five-speed, stick shift
Understand the ill shit that I possess, nothin' less
If you stress, you be left blind, so read it up in braille

Hard rock's comin' but they always come frail
Collobaration produced by Kardinal
Now if you wanna ride, everybody needs to understand
Just ride

All my Paranormal people, how you feel, just
(Ride)
All my FOS people how you feel, just
(Ride)

All my Cirlce mother fuckers, are you gonna just
(Ride)
All my peoples on Kneedeep, you know we just
(Ride)

All my peoples on the hill, how you feel, just
(Ride)
All my peoples in Hilltop, you know we gon' just
(Ride)

All my peoples from Rexdale, you know we gon' just
(Ride)
All my people from the T-dot O just
(Ride)

Swing down sweet chariot, stop
Swing down sweet chariot, stop
Swing down sweet chariot, stop

Do you wanna get down with this?
You can if you like
Give me a call
For real

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Sweet Chariot - Lyrics - Emmylou Harris

Title: Sweet Chariot
Artist: Emmylou Harris
Composer(s): Paul Hardy Kennerley, Emmylou Harris

Lyric:
Oh, my darlin'
I have searched the desert and the sky
Just to find you
And take the mourning from my eyes

When I lost you
I suffered and you were sanctified
We are all born to live
We are all bound to die

Swing down sweet chariot
The flesh will fall and the bones will rot
But from my sorrow you'll carry me not
My heart is bound, my soul is chained to the rock

Rock of ages cleft for me
I swung down my hammer out in Joshua Tree
It rang on the mountain and rolled to the sea
And it will ring from the rock

Oh, my children
Sorrow shall come to each of us
All our trials
Will soon lay buried in the dust

Long forgotten
But quick as silver turns to rust
Love is found
When the heart is lost

Swing down sweet chariot
The flesh will fall and the bones will rot
But from my sorrow you'll carry me not
My heart is bound, my soul is chained to the rock

Rock of ages cleft for me
I swung down my hammer out in Joshua Tree
It rang on the mountain and rolled to the sea
And it will ring from the rock

Swing down sweet chariot
The flesh will fall and the bones will rot
But from my sorrow you'll carry me not
My heart is bound, my soul is chained to the rock

Rock of ages cleft for me
I swung down my hammer out in Joshua Tree
It rang on the mountain and rolled to the sea
And it will ring from the rock

Swing down sweet chariot
The flesh will fall and the bones will rot
But from my sorrow you'll carry me not

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Let Me Ride (Remix) - Lyrics - Dr. Dre

Title: Let Me Ride (Remix)
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Willie Beck, Marshall Jones, Bernhard G Worrell, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Eric Collins, Leroy Bonner, William Roberts, James L. Williams, Cordozar Broadus, Marvin Pierce, Clarence Satchell, Maurice Young, Ralph Middlebrooks

Lyric:
Uh, no, ride with me, ooh, babe
Uh, no, ride with me, oh, yeah
So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin' thru the streets gettin' high with me
And if you're down to ride with me
'Cuz you're rollin' with the Row

Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my Glock cocked 'cuz niggas want these
Now, soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a Tek 9 tryin' ta take mine

Ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Green leaf with their fuckin' heads cut off
Motherfucker I'm Dre, so listen to the play by play, day by day

Rollin' in my '4 with sixteen switches and got sounds for the bitches
Clockin' all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches
So, would you just walk on by 'cuz I'm too hard to lift
And no this ain't Aerosmith, it's the motherfuckin' D R E
From the CPT on a rhymin' spree, a straight G

Hop back as I pop my top ya trip
I let the hollow points commence to
Pop, pop, pop, yeah 'cuz if it don't stop
I have to put my shit in reverse
go back and take another stop 'cuz I'm

Rollin' down the motherfuckin' backstreets
Wit my drink and my cup and my strap in my lap, see
Ain't nothin' but the G Funk, bumpin' in my [unverified]
Hell, yeah, wWith all the niggas sayin'

So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin' thru the streets gettin' high with me
(Hell, yeah)
And if you're down to ride with me
'Cuz you're rollin with the Row
(With all the niggas sayin')

So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin' thru the streets gettin' high with me
(Hell, yeah)
And if you're down to ride with me
'Cuz you're rollin' with the Row

Just another motherfuckin' day for Dre, so, I begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists, it's just that gangster glare
With gangsta raps, that gangsta shit makes a gang of snaps
Uh, word to the motherfuckin' streets and word to these
Hyped ass lyrics and dope beats that I hit ya with, that I get ya with

As I groove in my '4 on Deez, hittin' the switches
Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
Bumpin' like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
But before I hit the dope spot
I gotta get the chronic, the Remy Martin and my soda pop

Now, I'm smellin' like Indonesia, bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
'Cuz my '4 on hit, pancake front and back, side to side
And all that shit, so, when I crawl I comes correct
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
Now, let the Chevrolet slide as I dip a nigga trip to the South side, yeah

Right back up in you it's the D R E
Witta ounce as we bounce thru the CPT
Diamond in the back, gators on the wheels
This is strictly for my bitches, now we're hittin' in switches

Niggas gettin' jealous 'cuz hos be on our dick
But Dre don't give a fuck and I don't give a shit
So, the '4 won't blow, stoppin' by the spot to get some indo
With all the motherfuckin' bitches sayin'

So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin' thru the streets gettin' high with me
(Hell, yeah)
And if you're down to ride with me
'Cuz you're rollin' with the Row
(With all the motherfuckin' bitches sayin')

So many people wanna ride with me
(Check this out)
Bumpin' thru the streets gettin' high with me
(No, hell, yeah)
And if you're down to ride with me
'Cuz you're rollin' with the Row

It's like Long Beach, Compton, LA and Wotts
I come thru beatin' down your block wit a million plus watts
I burn double peelout, check it out, it's me now
It's young Daz from the pad, homie, watch me skee'd out

I'm on a mission to mission with tha time for the streets
Me and my homeboys clownin' we be bouncin' to the beat
I come thru rattlin' and shakin' plus I break down walls
Me and my doggs ain't breakin' no law

Put the [unverified] in the verse, took a sip for the thirst
Swervin' by the curb while blazin' the 'erb, nickel bird
She got my sounds, the way I floss throughout the town
Me and my partners from the Row, partners from the Pound

Big Style, Joe Coomey and Snoop, Nate and Kurupt
Tray Deee, Technique, BadAss and Doggystyle
Put it work, day and night, night and day, but any day
(Hell, yeah)
You come around the way you won't live the next day, check it out

So many people wanna ride with me
(With everybody sayin')
Bumpin' thru the streets gettin' high with me
And if you're down to ride with me
(Hell, yeah)
'Cuz you're rollin' with the Row

So many people wanna ride with me
(Yeah)
And if you're down to ride with me
Cuz you're rollin' with the Row!
(You wanna ride?)

I said swing down sweet chariot stop and let me ride
(What? What? 'Cuz you're rollin' with the Row)
Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
(Word)
Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

Yeah, ha, ha, yeah, you wanna ride with me?
(Check it out)
Uh, wit everybody sayin', uh
(Wit all my niggas with the humps and the bumps in the truck
They keep on fuckin' with niggas rollin' down, what you want?)

Know I'm sayin'?
(Come on, let me ride, come on, nigga, let me ride)
Uh, uh, ass, grass
(Feelin' good like ya should, homie, what you're doin'?)
(When you're up to no good)

A gas
(Doin' what you're feelin', let me ride)
Nobody rides free, hell, yeah
(Let me ride, doin' what you're feelin', ya cold chillin'
Doin' what you want, top billin', motherfucker, let'cha ride)

Know what I'm sayin'? Huh, huh, huh, huh
(I let'cha ride)
Yeah, you wanna ride?

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Chariot - Lyrics - Here For The Party - Gretchen Wilson

Title: Chariot
Album: Here For The Party
Artist: Gretchen Wilson
Composer(s): Leslie Satcher, John Calwell

Lyric:
Oh when it's all over but the shoutin'
When God the Father's done his final accounting
And I find out that I've made the cut
Boys I'm gonna get me a chariot
Yeah a big gold eagle on the hood
Trans Am chariot

Gonna find my great, great, great, grand daddy
That peace pipe are smokin' cherokee
Gonna get him all schooled in them mags and struts
Then we gonna drag us a chariot
Yeah a big gold eagle painted on the hood chariot

Good Lord wichita
Sure hope Samson ain't no law dog
Redneck you better out run him
Damn sure don't wanna get caught

Crime what crime it was all hopped up on new wine
And mama's gonna kill me
If I get kicked out of the choir
But you just gotta run them chariots
Chariots, chariots

Now here's a little story happened long ago
One day Ezekiel went out for a stroll
Walkin' by the river low and behold
Down came 4 Angels in a cadillac gold

He said, "Swing down sweet chariot
Come on and give me a ride"
So they scooped 'em up, they rig was souped up
Man it had TVs inside

Ol' Zeke was surprised 'cause his eyes had seen
Beyond his wildest dreams
He'd go on to see a thousand things

We'll paint that number eight on the driver's side
That's how old I was when I gave Jesus my life
I stepped right up and got washed in the blood
Just a little kid singin' 'bout a chariot
A big gold eagle painted on the hood chariot

Good Lord wichita
Sure hope Samson ain't no law dog
Redneck you better out run him
Damn sure don't wanna get caught

Crime what crime we was all hopped up on new wine
And mama's gonna kill us
If I get kicked out of the choir
But you just gotta run them chariots

Good Lord wichita
Sure hope Samson ain't no law dog
Redneck you better out run him
Damn sure don't wanna get caught

Crime what crime it was all hopped up on new wine
And mama's gonna kill me
If I get kicked out of the choir
But you just gotta run them chariots
Chariots, chariots

Oh when it's all over but the shoutin'

Chariots
Chariots
Chariots
...

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Chariot - Lyrics - Chariot - Gavin Degraw

Title: Chariot
Album: Chariot
Artist: Gavin Degraw
Composer(s): Gavin Degraw

Lyric:
Staring at a maple leaf
Leaning on the mother tree
I said to myself we all lost touch

Your favorite fruit is chocolate covered cherries
And seedless watermelon, oh
Nothing from the ground is good enough

Body rise look what's over me

Oh chariot your golden waves
Are walking down upon this face
Oh chariot I'm singing out loud
To guide me, give me your strength

Remember seeking moon's rebirth
Rains made mirrors of the earth
The sun was just yellow energy

There is a living promised land
Even over fields of sand
Seasons fill my mind and cover me

Bringing back more than a memory

Oh chariot your golden waves
Are walking down upon this face
Oh chariot I'm singing out loud
To guide me, give me your strength

You'll be my vacation away from this place
You know what I want
Holding that cup it's pouring over the sides
Make me wanna spread my arms and fly

Oh chariot your golden waves
Are walking down upon this face
Oh chariot I'm singing out loud
To guide me give me your strength

Give me your strength
Chariot
Give me your strength
Chariot
Give me your strength
Chariot
Give me your strength
Chariot

Give me your strength
(Give it to me)
Chariot
Give me your strength
(Give it to me)
Chariot
Give me your strength
(Give it to me)
Chariot

Give me your strength
Oh chariot

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Enemy - Lyrics - Lethal Injection - Ice Cube

Title: Enemy
Album: Lethal Injection
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Lasse Baumgaard, Nicholas Kvaran, Rasmus Berg, Jesper Dahl, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Every January 16th, it's "The dreamer, the dreamer"
And all of you say, "I have a dream, the dreamer"
And what did he dream? It stuck him right there
And little black boys, and little white girls
Will one day hold hands together

Shit
Is that where it's at? Is that where it's at now?
Them little blacks hands are yours
You can't hold the black brothers' hands?

But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands
Before you hold each other's hands?
You gonna walk with your enemy
Before you learn to walk with one another?
How sick can you be?
(Enemy)

Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot
where you gonna go when I wanna kill blood clot
Super cat said that the ghetto red hot
Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot

Nappy-headed, no-dreaded look where ya read it
Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it
Listen what I say after 1995, not one death will be alive
God will survive, him protect the civilized

Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?
Not me, not me
Me never eat from the tree with the apple
I'd rather have a Snapple

Do you know where you're going to
Do you know where you're runnin' from
Scared of the sun, I live in the sun
You shrivel up like a raisin

And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin'
Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats
'Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets
Out number you somethin' like 15 to 3
See, don't love your enemy

Enemies, enemy runnin' from the G
Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy
Enemies, enemy, when will I see?
Enemies, enemy R.I.P.

Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?
J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya
With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire
Me not afraid, 'cause me know Elijah

Goin' to the East but straight from the West side
Swing down sweet chariot, nad let me ride
Through the fire, through the fire that will please us
I know that Farrakhan is your baby Jesus

Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?
In God's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya
Like Folger's Crystals feds
I'ma pick your ass like Juan Valdez

You don't care if me die from the cracka
You don't care if me have a heart attacka
You don't care if me get car jacka
You don't care 'cause you're nothing but a cracka

Now it's Judgment Day, and Allah'll never play
"Freedom got an AK", them Guerrilla say
Bobby Seale said, "Please make it rough, bro"
When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo

Through your neighborhood, watch me blast
Tribe of Shabazz, get in that ass
You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me
Now you're just a enemy

Enemies, enemy runnin' from the G
Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy
Enemies, enemy, when will I see?
Enemies, enemy R.I.P.

Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up
Just to trouble you, throwin' out the W
Sent me a subpoena
'Cause I kill more crackas then Bosnia, Herzegovina

Each and every day out a siz-tre Chevrolet
With the heavy A to the muthafuckin' K
Now you treat me like a germ
'Cause your scared of the super sperm

Please don't bust 'til you see, the whites of his eyes
The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies
Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose
Ya scared I'ma put this bone in your hoes

But I don't wanna, I've been to cona
From the cave bitch with the nasty persona
Hit me with the big black billy club
'Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub

Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub
And it's really scary, now they're in the military
Sodom and Gomorrah, devil read your Torah
Bible, Holy Qur'an

Once again it's on, got the hollow point Teflon
And the brother Ron
Once again it's on, got the hollow point Teflon
And the brother Ron

So who's next?
(Devil)
With Dub C, Brother G
Crazy Toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy
High off the Hennesy

Hundred ten degree, no it's not Tennessee
West L.A., what the hell can I say?
Niggas wanna play, each and every day
Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the J

Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?
Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper
Grab his bitch, dump her, 'cause nobody wanna hump her
They call me Thumper 'cause I thump 'til it hurt

Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin' in work
Master Farad Muhammad comin' like a comet
When they see em, they all start to vomit
1995, Elijah is alive, Lewis Farrakhan, NOI
Bloods and Crips and little ol' me
And we all gettin' ready for the enemy

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U For Me - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: U For Me
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): R Hall, D Murphy, L Dechalus, W Dixon

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, uh-huh

U for me (U for me)
And me for you (Me for you)
One for all (One for all)
That's the way we do (That's the way we do)
U for me (U for me)
And me for you (That's right)
One for all (One for all)
That's the way we do (That's the way we do)

Yeah I keep truer, sidestep MC's like manure
Play the corner like a sewer, keep it milky like Kahlua
Ya heard my shit be off the optimately optimate
Once a nigga begin to spit, get ya high like trees and shit
That's it, then I push it uptown to the Bush
Yeah I moosh, watch me hook it off like a Nike swoosh
My conglomerates reign dominance with prominence
Son, a lot of niggas thought I was done but I only just begun
Can y'all feel me because we feel y'all can
Smoke the tree right off the times, long live Brand Nubian
My rhyme flow be imported, got so many different styles my shit is assorted
Never distorted, wanna catch my flow, better cam cord it
I'm a take you there, believe me yo
See I'm here like welfare, got so many niggas livin my nickname should be
"Air"
You for me, me for you, that's how we do, 99-to-two-thou Brand Nu

U for me (Uhuh)
Me for you (Me for you)
One for all (One for all now)
That's the way we do (That's just the way we do)
U for me (That's you for me)
Me for you (Uhuh)
One for all (One for all)
That's the way we do (That's just the way we do)

Yeah, we engage the enemy, arrange the assembly
Flip thru the pages of time, do you remember me?
Thru the ages I existed only as a memory
Some of me exists inside your biochemistry
I be the slave that always misbehave, runnin for days
The North Star help me find my way
I ain't got no time to play, I'm trying to get away
Bloodhounds tryin to track me down, tryin to bring me back to town
If they catch me they just might ax me
Won't arraign me, they probably hang me
But it's freedom or death, exert speed til my last breath
Can't half step, Whitey's on my trail
I'm ridin on the underground rail, hidin from the face that's pale
Me and Harriet, Swing Low Sweet Chariot and take me home
They wanna break my bones and take me where they keep the tombstones

U for me (That's you for me)
Me for you (and that's me for you)
One for all (One for all baby)
That's the way we do (That's just the way that we do)
U for me (Brand Nu, Brand Nu)
Me for you (Me for you, huh)
One for all (One for all)
That's the way we do (That's the way we do)

Let me find out, y'all tryin to dine out without me there
It can't happen, why is ya still yappin?
I'm known by college grads and then by anyone who all knighted
Why you so excited? You scarin chicks and grabbin em
Talkin bout cabbin off the bat
Relax nigga, you here with me, we don't get down like that
I keep 13 with one in the ass, you Catholic mass
Nobody wants to die and be a mural on the wall
I'm the apostle y'all, I'm like Samuel L.L
But I'll swing by you like Eve with a gun in my sleeve
Weed spots is like my need spots, let freedom ring
Sadat X Luther King
I wanna 1000 from the housing, don't know how much the club allows in
But I told the bouncer, I said "Yo that's not my fault
There's no need for assault", push and hit the asphalt
Now I'm a peaceful man, would you do for me, or is it

U for me (Is it in like that?)
Me for you (Fo' sho', here we go)
One for all (I said it's one for all)
That's the way we do (That's the way that we do)
U for me (U for me, u for me y'all)
Me for you (Fo' sho', I'm for you, dogg)
One for all (One for all)
That's the way we do (That's the way we do)

U for me (Brand Nubian huh)
Me for you ('98-'99)
One for all (Touche, here we go)
That's the way we do (And that's the way, that's the way, that's the way)
U for me (Yeah sho' nuff)
Me for you (Uhuh, keep it goin)
One for all (One for all baby)
That's the way we do (That's the way we do, that's the way we do)

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Bring Back The Bomb - Lyrics - Gwar

Title: Bring Back The Bomb
Artist: Gwar
Composer(s): David Brockie, Bradley Dunbar Roberts

Lyric:
Hiroshima, a shadow burned in time
Nagasaki, naked baby melts alive
Burnt flesh and rubble from sea to dead shore
Such a hideous theater of war

But that was the end, why?
There are so many more that must die
Is that not part of the plan?
I must use the nukes
I can't kill you all with my hands

Hydrogen bomb, new signs of doom
Thermo-nuclear, neutron bomb too
You say these devices must never be used
I say you're mistaken, let's get to the fuse

Bring, bring back the bomb
This is State Policy, by other means
Your life ends in terror, this is now decreed
This is the twisting of bloody steel beams
The bomb blows air backwards, there's no time to scream

When they tested the A-bomb, they had a real fear
The blast will destroy your sweet atmosphere
But far more important as power increases
Was wasting the planet in well-ordered pieces

Bring, bring back the bomb
Bring, bring, bring, bring back the bomb

Bring back the bomb, it's been far too long
Summon the brazen war chariot
Bring back the bomb, what makes it so wrong?
Release the beast, you can't bury it

Hoi, hrup
Hoi, hrup
Hoi, hrup
Hoi, hrup

Hoi, hrup
Hoi, hrup
Hoi, hrup
Hoi, hrup

Why should the fire be shared with so few?
Let bombs explode, 'cause that's what they do
Nuke Mecca, New York, the Vatican too
Give me a bomb, I'll drop it on you

Why stop at only two?
You showed the world just what it can do
What a waste not to destroy
Come play at war, man and bring your best toy

Who gives a fuck about a nuclear war?
Let bombs explode, because that's what they're for
Last minute warning, the sirens they sing
Chaos, the reason, death, what we bring

Humans now look to the sky
You worship missiles, yet they know no side
I guess it was all a lie
So grab ass with both hands, it's your turn to die

Die, it's your turn to die
Die, it's your turn to die
Lies, they killed you with lies
Die, human, die

And while we're at it, let's go nuke Tibet
Let's vaporize the oceans with glee
Saving the whales an agenda for some
Nuking them sits well with me

Bring back the bomb
They know not what they do
Bring, bring, bring back the bomb
Bring, bring, bring, bring back the bomb

Bring back the bomb
They know not what they do
Bring, bring, bring back the bomb
Bring, bring, bring, bring back the bomb

Bring back the bomb, it's been far too long
Summon the brazen war chariot
Bring back the bomb
What makes it so wrong?

Release the beast, you can't bury it
Hoi
What makes it so wrong?

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It Was Written - Lyrics - Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Title: It Was Written
Artist: Damian "Junior Gong" Marley
Composer(s): Capleton Stephen Marley, M. Smalls, S Marley, Damian Marley, O Toledano, O. Toledano, H. Gonzalez, R Gonzalez, M Smalls, Drag-O

Lyric:
And it was written up in the book of life
That man shall endure forever more
And it was written up in the book of life
That man shall endure forever more

Well, did the pen is stronger than the knife
They can kill you once but they can't kill you twice
Did you know destruction of the flesh is not the ending to life?
Fear not of the anti-Christ

Did you know that I exist before the earth?
And did you know that my eyes are windows to the world?
Did you know you can't go, ah Zion and wear Jerry curls?
Can't tell the boys from the girls

Your body is just a vehicle transporting your soul
It's what's inside of people is beauty to behold
Fear not of evil, every day them flesh it grow old
Changes of the times take a toll

And it was written up in the book of life
That man shall endure forever more
And it was written up in the book of life
That man shall endure forever more

Fear is in the eye of the beholder
Love is in the presence of the love maker
Life is in the words of the comforter
Endure much longer, live much longer

Fear is in the eye of the beholder
Love is in the presence of the love maker
Life is in the words of the comforter
Endure much longer, live much longer

A wester on his chest and Rastafari is his name
A gift of everlasting life for all us to sustain
Blessing that you all be got
Lessons taught you all forgot

Rasta call I shit you not
Do you remember Elijah and his chariot of flames
Same blood that run through my veins

Fear is in the eye of the beholder
Love is in the presence of the love maker
Life is in the words of the comforter
Endure much longer, live much longer

Fear is in the eye of the beholder
Love is in the presence of the love maker
Life is in the words of the comforter
Endure much

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End Of The Night - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: End Of The Night
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Nathan Perez, Charles Young

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Lyric:
Baby, I gotta get you up out of
Your clothes, your clothes
It's somethin' about the way you move
I just can't let it go, let it go

Baby, you've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night

It's inevitable and incredible, listen, it's Luda

By the end of the night, you gon' be wantin' to marry a nigga
'Cause I make 'em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver
Get 'em up, get down, turn around and put your face in the pillow
Cut 'em up like Jason, just face it, that boy Luda's a killer

Half man, half gorilla, beatin' all on my chest
Pleasin' all of your flesh, squeezin' all on your breast
Givin' you reasons to rest and ain't never say no to papi
Wake 'em up like Folgers 'cause I fold 'em like Origami

Hey, mami, let's get it poppin' like Orville Redenbacher
The way you move, once you started, nothin' could ever stop ya
Sweeter than Betty Crocker and I'm ready to belly flop ya
Just mention today but for now, I forever gotcha

Baby, I gotta get you up out of
Your clothes, your clothes
It's somethin' about the way you move
I just can't let it go, let it go

Baby, you've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night

Verse two, it's like this

Gotta get 'em up outta them clothes
If I throw a couple dollars, then pose
We could drink a couple bottles and go
And ride off in the Impala on Vogues and Rolls

Gold is all on my neck, all on my wrist
So just let go of yo' hoe, don't hog her to death, lend her to Cris
Just for a little while, for a little bit
Just wanna see her smile and get the bigger fish
She said that you had a little dick

Now how in the hell can she benefit
From somethin' like that?
I be up in that cat
Make her put a hump in that back, black

I swing low and sweet chariot, meet me at the Marriott
Key access, I'll be at the very top
Don't hesitate to stop the elevator either
I'll show you the ups and downs, you'll be my elevator diva

Baby, I gotta get you up out of
Your clothes, your clothes
It's somethin' about the way you move
I just can't let it go, let it go

Baby, you've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night

All I need is a couple hours, baby, for real

Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Louis and Gucci
Escada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and Juicy
Rockin Republic, True Religions and Citizen's jeans
Your Jimmy Choo's are so sexy but Giseppi's is me

La Perla lingerie, ya panties and bra are matchin'
Put down your clothes and I'll put you up on the latest fashions
'Cause with cameras and action, I'm a deadly assassin
I love your clothes but what's underneath, I love with a passion

Baby, I gotta get you up out of
Your clothes, your clothes
It's somethin' about the way you move
I just can't let it go, let it go

Baby, you've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night

Don't leave your girl 'round me
Said, don't leave your girl 'round me
Don't leave your girl 'round me
True playa for real, for real, for real, for real

Don't leave your girl 'round me
Said, don't leave your girl 'round me
Don't leave your girl 'round me
True playa for real, for real, for real, for real

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Chariot Song - Lyrics - King'S X

Title: Chariot Song
Artist: King'S X
Composer(s): Ty Tabor, Sam Taylor, Doug Pinnick, Jerry Gaskill

Lyric:
If I could only have one thing
Give me the loving
A shot from the left and I fall down, cover me
I hear the music again all around
Are you going my way?
Who can I talk to without a sound?
Out of the planet comes Gretchen with faith, hope and love

Never the dull of a moment
Ever to ever be true
Touching the sky just to hold it
Maybe it won't be so blue
I hear the music again all around
Are you going my way?
Who can I talk to without a sound?
Out of the planet comes Gretchen with

Give me a not a little bit of love without measure
Now and ever on to you

Let me Hear the beat
To make my heart beat strong
Swing down sweet chariot stop
Let me ride to take a look at what I'm looking at
A little spark something to analyze

Let me hear the beat
To make my heart beat strong
Swing down street chariot stop
Let me ride to take a look at what I'm looking at
A little spark something to analyze

If I could only have one thing
Give me the loving
A shot to the left and I fall down, cover me
Ever to ever be true, touching the sky just to hold it
I hear the music again all around
Are you going my way
Who can I talk to without a sound?
Out of the planet comes Gretchen with not a little bit

Give me not a little bit, love without measure
Now and ever on to you
Give me not a little bit, love without measure
Now and ever on to you
I hear the music again all around
Are you going my way?
Who can I talk to without a sound?

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Battlezone - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Battlezone
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Bryon Mccane, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Pick up your wings and prepare them to fly

Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug
Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug
Souljah, souljah, Bone Thug

Swing low sweet chariot
Comin' forth to carry me home
Swing low sweet chariot
Comin' forth to carry me home

I looked up on Jordan and what did I see
Comin? forth to carry me home
What did I see
Comin' forth to carry me home

Listen to my battle cry
My battle cry
Listen to my battle cry
My battle cry

One, two look at the telly
They drew my picture with Bob Marley
They probably wanna kill me, will I die?
In 1999 smokin' phillies, Bizzy the kid
Was bustin' in the ceilin' in my big claim

Kickin' on somethin' and dig this
Got to feel it, catch and don't let go
Wretched in a fro, Bone watchin' for the po po
Roll over, then pull it, got my bullet in my fo fo
Gotta stand, it's turnin' to a jungle

Comin' out a 4-door Benz and I spend a lot for show
No, no, don't spend a lot contend with a men
Lookin' at my watch like a meal ticket
Arrest the block, they couldn't pin it, better send it

For the cops absorb you soul of course, praise to the Pharaoh
Murder mo, curly, I heard it lower and return it burn
When our niggas still shermed out
Court's adjourned, court's adjourned, rest and burn

I can't sleep at night 'cause I lay in my bed
And I be tossin' and turnin' tryin' to avoid my dreams
And I can hear the niggas lettin' off they lead around the corner
Got me feelin' paranoia like they comin' for me

And I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacin' back and forth
So much shit on my mind, so many things to do
So little time a nigga really got to do it in
Man, I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots

From the minute nigga step outside
Nina Ross on my hip and I gots to pack one
Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me
?Nigga, never leave the house without packin' a gun?

And that's real, leave it for the dollar bill
Niggas'll holler, "Kill, kill", then start flexin'
When the shit poppin' off in my direction
Nigga got a 17-shot for protection

Life ain't no joke
Too many niggas I know was takin' shit for granted and that's foul
Nigga, if you see a fool, pick a fool right out the crowd
And hit him dead in his mouth for bein? loud and wild

Shit is real
Ain't none of that elastic fagot rubber band plastic shit
Muthafuckas in the battlezone blastin' shit
Put the match on shit, straight up gassin' shit

It's that same nigga runnin' with the AK-47
Bustin' niggas in the belly
Give them muthafuckas more than just a headache
Get back at that nigga faster than Fed-Ex
They're runnin', retreatin', screamin', ?Mayday, we're goin' down?

Now why the fuck is niggas tellin' lies and rumors?
Talkin' about we split up
'Cause I see Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh
Niggas really need to shut that shit up

If a muthafucka really wanna rumble, he could tumble
We wilder than any animal that's in the jungle
The name of the game is ?Block the basket, strike him out?
Hit the goal make the quarterback fumble

Strategize, any nigga hatin' ain't a friend of mine
Nigga considered the enemy, nigga, that's when you die
I never keep my enemies close
'Cause I got a perfect view of 'em in my scope, that's close enough

Leather Face'll fuck a nigga up and smile
And hit 'em with the millimeter and I show a bitch kill a nigga
See me drivin', bitch, come on and try to rob me
I'm willin' to bet that 'cha get lit up

Get off of me, baby, keep on comin' and there's gon' be drama
Tellin' you niggas, you better not fuck with me
'Cause I ain't that quiet nigga that I used to be
Look how the haters give a nigga attitude

Nigga, sick of bein? humble
Now I'm like fuck that I gotta get mine
They try to show a nigga love but fuck that it ain't no love
'Cause in the game you get fucked every time

You get this feelin' inside my bloodline
Somebody finna get fucked up
If a nigga don't get some satisfaction
Blastin' like a madman
Gettin' with the static nigga lovin' the action

Yeah, my Bone Thug niggas, come on
If any one of you niggas got any problems
Thinkin' you tough and you really wanna solve 'em
Don't be mumblin', speak a little louder

While you steady talkin' like you're louder than the next nigga
We'll already be up in you
Now hater feel us, who the realest? The Bone Thug killas
If there's any objections, nigga deal with 'em

Realer than them other muthafuckas talkin' about they thugs
Jumpin' all on the bandwagon
Wanna be like us, wanna cuss, wanna bust they guns
Thugged out with they pants saggin'

They actin' but when it's really time to show some tactics
The niggas don't have 'em, we murdered the bastards
Put 'em all in body bags and caskets
Drop 'em in the river, splash, that's that ass

'Cause when we clash, ain't no comin' back
Huntin' niggas from the past, we gon' settle this shit right here
Fight to whoever blood be spilled first
Who will be the nigga ridin' away in a hearse?

Not me, I'm determined to wake up
And still be livin' in the mornin', you feelin' me?
Quicker than a clocked damn missile
Hit a bitch directly in the middle, right between your eye

Then we makin' sure that nigga die
Shoot a couple more times and ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, ride out, ride out
Nigga, we ride out, ride out

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