Last Words - Lyrics - Nastradamus - Nas

Title: Last Words
Album: Nastradamus
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Willie Beck, Nashawn Jones, Marshall Jones, Leshawn Lewis, Leroy Bonner, James L. Williams, Nasir Jones, Marvin R Pierce, Clarence Satchell, Ralph Middlebrooks

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Lyric:
Uh, uh, yo, check it, uh

These are last words of the hanging slave
How can I forget this
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime

My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine being broker than a dope bitch?
Powerful mind, we brave men
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'

These are last words of the hanging slave
How can I forget this?
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime

My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine being broke and bag a dope bitch?
Powerful minds, we brave men
I'ma blow smoke and keep sayin'

I wanna be more than that bullet that go through ya zone
Wanna be the lead that tear through ya skin and crack bones
Wanna be the heat you feel, makin' ya moan
Wanna be the hospital bed that you lay on

Wanna be the god you feel when you pray on
It's Nashawn the type that get the hyper con
I'm gonna kill something, rap cats be real frontin'
Fuckin' shootin' legs
Cock back put his brains on the pave

Nigga how 'bout that?
Close range with the gadge get payed
First rapper to shoot off stage
Turn the front page the next day my life is like a book
A twenty four hour song without no hook

Millennium Thug, computer chips up in my slug
Turn quarters when you turn quarters, know who to plug
Thugs around me outside it's grimmy outside
Better slide before you get bodied outside

These are last words of the hanging slave
How could I forget this?
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime

My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine being broke and bag a dope bitch?
Powerful mind, we brave men
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'

These are last words of the hanging slave
How can I forget this?
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime

My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine being broke and bag a dope bitch?
Powerful minds, we brave men
I'ma blow smoke and keep sayin'

I'ma prison cell, six by nine
Livin hell stone wall, metal bars for the gods in jail
My nickname, the can, the slammer, the big house
I'm the place many fear 'cause there's no way out

I take the sun away, put misery instead
When you wit me most folks consider you dead
I saw too many inmates fallin' apart
Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark

Convicts think they alone but if they listen close
They can hear me groan, touch the wall, feel my pulse
All the pictures, you put up is stuck to my skin
I hear ya prayers
(Even when ya whisperin')

I make it hotter in the summer, colder in the winter
If the court parole ya, then another con enters
No remorse for your tears, I seen 'em too often
When you cry, I make you feel alive inside a coffin

Watch you when you eat, play with you mind when you sleep
Make you dream that you free, then make you wake up to me
Face to face with a cage, no matter your age
I can shatter you, turn you into a savage in rage

Change ya life, that's if you get a chance to get out
'Cause only you and I know what sufferings about
Yo, it's stunning when bed sheets become your woman
And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is coming

Maybe, one day
I'll open up my arms to release you
You'll always be my property
Nigga stay legal

These are last words of the hanging slave
How can I forget this?
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime

My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine being broke and bag a dope bitch?
Powerful mind, we brave men
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'

These are last words of the hanging slave
How can I forget this?
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime

My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine being broke and bag a dope bitch?
Powerful minds, we brave men
I'ma blow smoke and keep sayin'

These are last words of the hanging slave
How can I forget this?
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails is dirty, look at the grime

My burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine being broke and bag a dope bitch?
Powerful mind, we brave men
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'

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List - Lyrics - Old World Underground, Where Are You Now? - Metric

Title: List
Album: Old World Underground, Where Are You Now?
Artist: Metric
Composer(s): Emily Haines, James Shaw, Joules Scott-Key

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Lyric:
All dressed down to catch a whiff of the buzz
Smells like the death of the last great cause
But you and I we?ve been through that and that is not our fate
Give my face to the back of your head loyal in your shadow
Yeah, yeah, yeah broken accidental stars

Do lawyers have lawyers?
Do landlords have landlords? We?re wondering
One more cheap suit in the loop, more chlorine in the pool
The blonde dolls smiling behind us
Says, one day you?ll be just like us

All dressed up to catch a glimpse of the list
We?ve seen some success, it looks like a camero
Yeah, yeah, yeah broken accidental stars

Do lawyers have lawyers?
Do landlords have landlords? We?re wondering
One more cheap suit in the loop, more chlorine in the pool
The blonde dolls smiling behind us
Says, one day you?ll be just like us

Calling from the next hotel can you put me on the list?
Who we are now we will always be the best haircuts are taken

Calling from the next hotel can you put me on the list?
Who we are now we will always be the best haircuts are taken

Calling from the next hotel can you put me on the list?
Who we are now we will always be the best haircuts are taken

Calling from the next hotel can you put me on the list?
Who we are now we will always be

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Kiss On My List - Lyrics - Hall &Amp; Oates

Title: Kiss On My List
Artist: Hall &Amp; Oates
Composer(s): Daryl Hall, Janna M. Allen

Lyric:
My friends wonder why I call you all of the time
What can I say
I don't feel the need to give such secrets away
You think maybe I need help, no I know I'm right all right
I'm just better off not listening to friends' advice
When they insist on blowing my bliss
I tell them this
When they want to know what the reason is
I only smile when alive, and I tell them why

(Because your kiss) your kiss is on my list
(Because your kiss) your kiss is on my list
Because (your kiss is on my list) of the best things in life
(Because your kiss) your kiss is on my list
(Because your kiss) your kiss I can't resist
(Because your kiss is what I miss) when I turn off the light

I go crazy wondering what there is to really see
Did the night just take up your time, 'cause it means more to me
Sometimes I forget what I'm doing, I don't forget what I want, I want
Regret what I've done, regret you? I couldn't go on
But if you insist on blowing my bliss
I'll tell you this
If you want to know what the reason is
I only smile when alive, then I'll tell you why

(Because your kiss) your kiss is on my list
(Because your kiss) your kiss is on my list
Because (your kiss is on my list) of the best things in life
(Because your kiss) your kiss is on my list
(Because your kiss) your kiss I can't resist
(Because your kiss is what I miss) when I turn off the light

I really miss
Ahhh, (Bec
Ause your kiss) your kiss is on my list
(Because your kiss) your kiss is on my list
(Because your kiss is on my list) of the best things in life oh babe
(Because your kiss) your kiss is on my list
(Because your kiss) your kiss I can't resist
(Because your kiss is what I miss) when I turn off the light
(Because your kiss) your kiss is on my list
(Because your kiss) your kiss I can't resist
(Because your kiss is on my list) of the best things in life

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In The Flesh - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: In The Flesh
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Corey Penn, Peter Phillips, Robert Odindo, Did

Lyric:
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"

Introducing funk from the yard, collecting strictly knockouts
The brothers I sparred, which only means the man got nothing to prove
On a power move, made by the CL Smooth

Live forty-nine five, I arrive in person
Hard dialog without a whole bunch of cursing
It's my prerogative, so back up and live, fool
As long as they don't violate, everything's cool 'cause it's all good

Understood is the smoothest daddy with the roughest raps
Am I thinking about blowing the spot? Perhaps
Carry straps on strips for the trigger happy pirates
Where ladies catch fits, steady reaching for my privates

But hold, how I unfold my whole repotoire
Now, here we are at home to make another superstar
With Rob O indeed R with the P R
But nevertheless it's CL Smooth

"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"

Rob O's at the top of the list, so bust this
Stick to funk like Scotch, the top notch vocalist
You don't stop 'cause I can illustrate with the needle
Penetrating straight to the souls of many people

Is there any evil? On this path I'm innovating
Still faking, put down your pads and stop waiting
See the year of the fly, MC is here, so stand clear
I'm facing the Gods with no fear

Rob O, East Coast, uptown
MCing the most and spreading the Mecca all around
Selecting the sound to make the party people pound
And see, gave you more, of what I say in ninety-four

It's like that, so don't stop
It's like this, so God bless
Soul Brothers get down with no stress
Yeah, I N I's representing in the flesh

"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"

Even in the mirror, it just doesn't get any clearer
I hear a funky beat and I gotta get nearer
Kaboom, stepping in the sound room, mellow
A dangerous flavorous fellow, hello

Style and grace, the original's in this piece
In the place, right along with the pace
Nevertheless, in the flesh, no quest
The sex in the system, of course I'm fresh

I rest in the Villes, the skills is big
To a level of extravagance, the talent's all balanced
The extreme dopeness for the nation
D is the initial, MC's the occupation

Five master hype, light the color of the skin
Once the beat roll, my goal is to win
My friend the best, the real side, yes
I rest my case in your face, in the flesh

"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"

Soul Brother, supreme to catch, wreck in the flesh
So check, one, two and a mic test
Now clear the room, I scoped you with the wide angle zoom
Trying to overstand my funk tunes

Coming soon, so chill, don't stress The Creator
I'll kick the funk loop from here to Cal Tjader
And cross the fader and pack the lines on my paper
With rhymes so tough, who got the flavor?

Plus the knack to rock, I'm steady heating up the spot
The Chocolate Boy Wonder, making heads bop
In slow motion, domes crack open like the pavement
Off some shit I made down in the basement

The funk ambassador, asking you to get with the pro
Fessional, yo, there's no question I can flow
Time to slide, you know the P R will provide
The real and still, I feel the vibe, I'm in the flesh

"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"

"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"

"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
"In the flesh"
...

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My Name Is Kiss - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: My Name Is Kiss
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): A Fields, Kaseem Dean, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and will
That'll still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So I'ma always be able to burn my strip
'Cause my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips
And it ain't no tellin' what the snub'll do
So when y'all go and cop S's cop one for your mother too
And I'm way better than them other dudes
But I'm stuck wit, what I'm stuck wit, 'cause I don't suck dick

Sat with the players and I stood with the coaches
And I'ma always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no holsters
And I control all the fish scale in the city
And still make your first week sales look pretty
I come through, all you hear is chip in the muffler
And you could ask anybody if the Kiss is a hustler

He's a hustler
I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a gambler
I always hold it down, gettin' bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they list, that's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?

And I don't understand how a broke nigga could chill
When a two liter'll dust you so get you a mil
Yes, I got loose ends, poppin' out the sunroof of the blue M
I'm like Lou Sims
And I'ma make sure they hit you wit both shot ties
I think this summer's gon be the most bodies
You never ask a nigga in jail if he chillin'
Just make sure you make all the sales in the building

'Cause now niggas think it's all right to tell
And you could put out some garbage and it might could sell
Alotta niggas be petty and sheist
But that's only til you treat 'em like a video and edit they life
This is a threat, when I talk you listen to death
And if I run out of money then my wrist is a bet
And the streets said they wanted more Kiss
Up north niggas pop me in, and do a hundred more dips

He's a hustler
I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a gambler
I always hold it down, gettin' bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they list, that's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?

Yo, whether it's dope money or rap money, gamble the shit
Trey pounds of Mauseburgs, handle the shit
Got too big for the city, cops brought in the feds
So we moved across the map and brought in the bread
Niggas chill for a month and a half, no ruckus
Got the pictures of baggers and all of the gun busters
And you know how it go, 'cause it rarely'll change
Everybody got a license and a alias name

We don't smoke when we hustle and none of us talk
Back to back til we home, we can front in New York
'Cause some of us is runnin' from court
Smokin' weed, mumblin' thoughts
Tryin' to stay humble for shorts
We could do this the mob way and kiss you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through your gold teeth
Stand on any block, play cee-lo and craps
And break niggas for they pack money, then give it back, uh

He's a hustler
I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a gambler
I always hold it down, gettin' bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they list, that's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?

He's a hustler
I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a gambler
I always hold it down, gettin' bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they list, that's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?

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The Wedding List - Lyrics - Never Forever - Kate Bush

Title: The Wedding List
Album: Never Forever
Artist: Kate Bush
Composer(s): Kate Bush

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Lyric:
No, I'll never give the hunt up
And I won't muck it up
Somehow this is it, I knew

Well, maybe fate wants you dead too
We've come together in the very same room
And I'm coming for you

Do you think I'd ever let you
Get away with it?
He swooned in warm maroon

There's gas in your barrel and I'm flooded with doom
You've made a wake of our honeymoon
And I'm coming for you

All of the headlines said, "Passion crime
Newly weds groom shot dead
Mystery man" God help the bride
She's a widow all in red
With his red still wet, she said

I'll put him on the wedding list
I'll put him on the wedding list
I'll get him and I will not miss

And now as I'm coming for you
All I see is Rudi
I die with him again and again

And I'll feel good in my revenge
I'm gonna fill your head with lead
I'm coming for you

And when it's all over you'll roll over
The butt of my gun
One in your belly and one for Rudi

You got what you gave by the heel of my bootie
Bang-bang, out, like an old cherootie
I'm coming for you

All of the headlines said, "Passion crime
Newly weds groom shot dead
Mystery man" God help the bride
She's a widow all in red
With his red still wet

And she sure got him on the wedding list
I'll got him on the wedding list
I'll got him and I did not miss
I'll put him on the wedding list

And after she shot the guy
She committed suicide
I'm coming, Rudi

Later when they analyzed
They found a little one inside
It must have been Rudi's child

I shot, I shot, I shot him, honey
"Never mind, she got the guy"
He hit the ground, Rudi

Eye for an eye
Ashes to ashes, ashes
An eye for an eye
I hit him, hit him
Eye for an eye

Eye for an eye
Rudi
Eye for an eye
Rudi
I'm coming, coming, coming, honey
Eye for an eye
Rudi

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My Name Is Kiss - Lyrics - Jadakiss

Title: My Name Is Kiss
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): A Fields, Kaseem Dean, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and will
That'll still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So I'ma always be able to burn my strip
'Cause my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips

And it ain't no telling what the snub'll do
So when y'all go and cop vests, cop one for your mother too
And I'm way better than them other dudes
But I'm stuck wit, what I'm stuck wit 'cause I don't suck dick

Sat with the players and I stood with the coaches
And I'ma always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no holsters

And I control all the fish scale in the city
And still make your first week sales look pretty
I come through, all you hear is chip in the muffler
And you could ask anybody if the Kiss is a hustler

He's a hustler
I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a gambler
I always hold it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips

He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they list
That's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?

And I don't understand how a broke nigga could chill
When a two liter'll dust you so get you a mil'
Yes, I got loose ends, popping out the sunroof of the blue M
I'm like Lou Sims

And I'ma make sure they hit you wit both shorties
I think this summer's gon' be the most bodies
You never ask a nigga in jail if he chilling
Just make sure you make all the sales in the building

'Cuz now niggas think it's all right to tell
And you could put out some garbage and it might, could sell
A lotta niggas be petty and shiest
But that's only 'til you treat 'em like a video
And edit they life

This is a threat, when I talk you, listen to death
And if I run out of money, then my wrist is a bet
And the streets said they wanted more Kiss
Up north niggas pop me in and do a hundred more dips

He's a hustler
I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a gambler
I always hold it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips

He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they list
That's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?

Yo, whether it's dope money or rap money, gamble the shit
Trey pounds of Mauseburgs, handle the shit
Got too big for the city, cops brought in the Feds
So we moved across the map and brought in the bread

Niggas chill for a month and a half, no ruckus
Got the pictures of baggers and all of the gun busters
And you know how it go 'cuz it rarely'll change
Everybody got a license and a alias name

We don't smoke when we hustle and none of us talk
Back to back 'til we home, we can front in New York
'Cuz some of us is running from court
Smoking weed, mumbling thoughts
Trying to stay humble for shorts

We could do this the mob way and kiss you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through your gold teeth
Stand on any block, play Cee-lo and craps
And break niggas for they pack money, then give it back, uh

He's a hustler
I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a gambler
I always hold it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips

He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they list
That's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?

He's a hustler
I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
He's a gambler
I always hold it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips

He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they list
That's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?

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We Are The Knuckleheads - Lyrics - Use Your Fingers - Bloodhound Gang

Title: We Are The Knuckleheads
Album: Use Your Fingers
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Jimmy Franks, Michael Bowe

Lyric:
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We're the knuckleheads

If you would be the peanut butter then I would play the jelly
I'll peel apart your bread and then I'll penetrate your belly
Your blood stains mighty bad I wash it off with Coast
Now I'll take my jelly and spread it on your toast

No one rhymes faster, the mic is my blaster
So grasp some Shasta, the mighty mic master
Giving you communion with your lips on my cup
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up

Now if you're the waterboy then I'm the heavyweight contender
I'm gonna mix you all up like a Black and Decker blender
If you would be the Telstar then I'd have to be defender
I'll be out in just four weeks I was a first offender

Your a dumb ass stupid Vera and I'm the one that Flo calls Mel
Puttin' holes right through your body like Harvey Keitel
You're a broken down Big Wheel, I'm a banana-seated Schwinn
{Take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in}

I'm a leggo-Eggo maniac I'm stickier than some Fun Tack
Trip to the store and get another six pack
Bomb dropping like at ground zero
Like Colonel Klink is getting fucked by Hogan's Heroes

Oh, eenie meanie miney mo you took your shot you missed
I wasn't a good boy this year, I'm not on Santa's list
I gave your girl some sausage and than I slit your wrists
Now I'm taking your ass out like my name was Burgeous Meredith

Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We're the knuckleheads

Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We're the knuckleheads

Fast fast quick Bic like ass when you pass gas
You threw it like a girl that's why you got picked last
And Mr. Easy does it never did it now did he
Jesus is coming so look busy

And you and your chumps are gonna get your lumps
I got the goose that laid the golden egg you got goose bumps
'Cause I'm black y'all, it's a fact y'all
And if you try to take what's mine I'll take it back y'all

I wish all skinheads smelled like Mr. Clean
And that girl from Jersey really was nineteen
'Cause the whole damn world would be peachy keen
With Rip Taylor on the cover of every magazine so go

Rip, Rip, Rip Taylor
Rip, Rip, Rip Taylor
Rip Taylor, Rip Taylor
Your girlfriend we nailed her

My mom's got opposable thumbs
Your mom's Weezie Jefferson
I'd rather eat fresh heiny chow
{And I ain't crazy about no goddamn butthole know how}

Batter roll and whip you like a fuckin' kanoli
If Satan had a hockey team then I'd be the goalie
'Cause we're dumber than driftwood, dumber than your Mama
Dumber than a supermodel, dumber than Kwanza

Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We're the knuckleheads

Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We're the knuckleheads

Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We're the knuckleheads

Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We're the knuckleheads

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Homicide - Lyrics - Kid Frost

Title: Homicide
Artist: Kid Frost
Composer(s): Antonio Gonzalez, Arturo R Jr M0lina

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Lyric:
This is a dramatization, the names have been changed
To protect the innocent ones not involved in the stories
I'm about to tell, so listen up and listen up well
Here are the true accounts and incidents and still to me
It makes no sense, ignorance is a major role but here's a fact
I feel you can ignore no more

Homicide on the murder scene another frustrated gang
Related senseless slaying victim, a young product of the project system
The sad fact is nobody's gonna miss him, true, a few may stand
In disbelief but the majority will sigh a relief, because of the fact

He was a menace to society and gang violence was his first priority
So, now you take a look to see what this abouta someone quicka
With the trigga, straight cold shot him, dead in a puddle of blood he lay
Another typical day in the streets of L.A.

Homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide and just for trying to act brave, tryin' to be a hero
Sent you to a early grave, the violent death, it took place at around six
And eyewitnesses say that it went like this, "There was this lady
Who was chillin' in a alley, positive I.D. included that
Her name was Sally", Sally had just got off the bus from a job

When she met three young thugs who decided to rob
A man heard the screams comin' from her mouth
Ran down the deserted alley just to check it out
And when he came across the scene, he knew what was happenin'
But by then it was too late, the thugs started blastin'

Now, asked in this situation, exactly what would you do?
If you heard someone screaming, would you go to the rescue?
My man, he tried, that's how he died, he was shot
Right between the eyes, tryin' to do a good deed, shoot
That could've been me, I'm glad I'm not the one
Who must explain this to his family

Homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Break it down

Homicide, it's also know as manslaughter
It can be a father, mother, son, or daughter
It can happen at anyplace, at anytime
It can happen as I'm runnin' down this rhyme
First degree murder, blood flows red

One day you're alive, the next day, you're dead
Nobody seen nothin', the suspect fled
Shot on the spot with a bullet to the head
As soon as it happened, everybody broke

Nobody seen nothin', and of course nobody spoke
Bein' questioned, it doesn't pay to rat-a-tat-tat
For if you rat, you might too get the gat
And get added to the list of those who fatally died
In the statistics, that's known as homicide

Homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene

Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide
Homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

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Brown Crowd [Remix] - Lyrics - Lil' Rob

Title: Brown Crowd [Remix]
Artist: Lil' Rob
Composer(s): Robert Flores, Big Jay Mc Neely

Lyric:
It's the gangsta Mexican, back with the rhyme
That'll blow your mind that you wanna hear again
Because you can't get enough of the brown crowd
That is so rough and so tough, crazy bad wicked
The worst and when I'm through, when I rewind a verse

So you could go ahead and try to put me down
But I was told don't let no one get you down
And never wear a frown, it's Lil' Rob
The Chicano and proud one, competition none
But wait, I'm not done fuckin' it up like this especially for the Brown

So orale suvale in the Brown side of town
Don't be shy bump that shit homey
And Sir Crown why don't you mix in the oldie?
The hay'll keep the shit bouncin' I got the jealous vatos time
'Cuz I got the hyna'z shoutin' over Lil' Rob

One of many Mexicano poets but not saying that I'm king
Down for the brown, I'll show it 'cause I know it is
The brown crowd vida esta loco thing
And I'm the Mexican gangsta born with the badness
You think you could rap bitch, you still can't fuckin' match this

A little vato goin' for the gusto, it's called the Brown Crowd
Just thought, I'd let you know so listen to the sounds of the brownest
And you will find Chicano sounds are the downest
'Cause we don't fuck around and that you should know
Brown Crowd with the sounds of the Brown for the barrio

Should I say, I'm back or should I say that I'm still here?
Sounds of the Brown is sounding good to my ear
We are getting down so you might as well admit it
And if you're talkin' shit then you might as well quit it

The Mexican gangster having an oh W having fun
By the night ain't done, it's time for the hit and run
But you best believe, I'm Brown and proud
It's called the Brown Crowd, fuck yeah

Brown Crowd, Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd
Brown, Brown Crowd, Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, bumpin' loud

Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd
Brown, Brown Crowd, Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, bumpin' loud

I don't usually tear this competition but when I hear some bad ass
Shit, I've got to represent myself better 'cause I can't let a silly sucka
Think he could rap betta than me, so I get up firm style
That you gotta rewind, Chicano sounds are the downest you will find
When it comes to a rolla, brown Crowd controla
How do you know because Lil' Rob told ya

Comin' straight from the man with the wicked mind all the time
Comin' out with sick and twisted rhymes but at the same time
I got the hyna's meltin' with the crazy love, slow rappin'
I got the vatos mad because I got the hyna's shoutin' I don't give a shit
'Cause jealousy will neva quit, it never seems to amaze

All the tension I raise and for this I get paid, ask me if I care
And I'll say, "No", ask me if I've changed, I'm still the same kid
From the barrio but there's one point that I have to make
See if you ask somebody, shit, you gotta ask me 'cause
There's too many rumors going around about Lil' Rob
And the crowd is Brown, hyna's sayin' ?I'm conceited"

But I don't need it, I'm callin' you a fuckin' mensa
If you want to believe it, so it's like you got your own choice mija
Without fans I wouldn't be nothin', so you know, I need ya
I started rappin' now people don't let me live, some people
Don't want me livin' their threats is what I'm given

I don't know why 'cause I think I'm a nice guy
Sometimes mad most of the time on my natural high
And if you know me you know that's how I am
It's called the Brown Crowd the life of this Mexican

Brown Crowd, Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd
Brown, Brown Crowd, Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, bumpin' loud

Brown Crowd, Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd
Brown, Brown Crowd, Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, bumpin' loud

Back with verse three so let me kick it, I'm gonna make it quick
Sly slickful wicked to let you know otra ves that I won and you lost
If you find me repeating something it's to get my point across
To get my point across, to get my point across

To all you levas who couldn't catch it, you can't match it
Even though you try to snatch it,a style from a lil' vatos
Who won't let go of a flow smooth suavacito and to you rappers
Who say I can't rap, I'm passin' you up
With the quickness 'cause you're on my shit list

You see, I know, what I'm doing ease but only if you knew Holmes
What I'm gonna do Holmes, trip out as I go on with the funky flow
As I flow flow flow on, I'm dropping competition to the floor
Because I got more bounce much more so let me fuck it up for the gente

As I'm rappin' bottoms up on the Presidente 'cause there's a party
In the town tonight but am I through shit not quite
Yeah, Holmes the Brown Crowd's the best
This jam is called the Brown Crowd now wait for the rest

Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd
Brown, Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd bumpin' loud

Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd
Brown, Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd bumpin' loud

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Brown Crowd - Lyrics - Lil' Rob

Title: Brown Crowd
Artist: Lil' Rob
Composer(s): Robert Flores, Big Jay Mc Neely

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Lyric:
It's the gangsta Mexican, back with the rhyme
That'll blow your mind that you wanna hear again
Because you can't get enough of the brown crowd
That is so rough and so tough, crazy bad wicked
The worst and when I'm through, when I rewind a verse

So you could go ahead and try to put me down
But I was told don't let no one get you down
And never wear a frown, it's Lil' Rob
The Chicano and proud one, competition none
But wait, I'm not done fuckin' it up like this especially for the Brown

So orale suvale in the Brown side of town
Don't be shy bump that shit homey
And Sir Crown why don't you mix in the oldie?
The hay'll keep the shit bouncin' I got the jealous vatos time
'Cuz I got the hyna'z shoutin' over Lil' Rob

One of many Mexicano poets but not saying that I'm king
Down for the brown, I'll show it 'cause I know it is
The brown crowd vida esta loco thing
And I'm the Mexican gangsta born with the badness
You think you could rap bitch, you still can't fuckin' match this

A little vato goin' for the gusto, it's called the Brown Crowd
Just thought, I'd let you know so listen to the sounds of the brownest
And you will find Chicano sounds are the downest
'Cause we don't fuck around and that you should know
Brown Crowd with the sounds of the Brown for the barrio

Should I say, I'm back or should I say that I'm still here?
Sounds of the Brown is sounding good to my ear
We are getting down so you might as well admit it
And if you're talkin' shit then you might as well quit it

The Mexican gangster having an oh W having fun
By the night ain't done, it's time for the hit and run
But you best believe, I'm Brown and proud
It's called the Brown Crowd, fuck yeah

Brown Crowd, Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd
Brown, Brown Crowd, Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, bumpin' loud

Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd
Brown, Brown Crowd, Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, bumpin' loud

I don't usually tear this competition but when I hear some bad ass
Shit, I've got to represent myself better 'cause I can't let a silly sucka
Think he could rap betta than me, so I get up firm style
That you gotta rewind, Chicano sounds are the downest you will find
When it comes to a rolla, brown Crowd controla
How do you know because Lil' Rob told ya

Comin' straight from the man with the wicked mind all the time
Comin' out with sick and twisted rhymes but at the same time
I got the hyna's meltin' with the crazy love, slow rappin'
I got the vatos mad because I got the hyna's shoutin' I don't give a shit
'Cause jealousy will neva quit, it never seems to amaze

All the tension I raise and for this I get paid, ask me if I care
And I'll say, "No", ask me if I've changed, I'm still the same kid
From the barrio but there's one point that I have to make
See if you ask somebody, shit, you gotta ask me 'cause
There's too many rumors going around about Lil' Rob
And the crowd is Brown, hyna's sayin' ?I'm conceited"

But I don't need it, I'm callin' you a fuckin' mensa
If you want to believe it, so it's like you got your own choice mija
Without fans I wouldn't be nothin', so you know, I need ya
I started rappin' now people don't let me live, some people
Don't want me livin' their threats is what I'm given

I don't know why 'cause I think I'm a nice guy
Sometimes mad most of the time on my natural high
And if you know me you know that's how I am
It's called the Brown Crowd the life of this Mexican

Brown Crowd, Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd
Brown, Brown Crowd, Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, bumpin' loud

Brown Crowd, Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd
Brown, Brown Crowd, Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, bumpin' loud

Back with verse three so let me kick it, I'm gonna make it quick
Sly slickful wicked to let you know otra ves that I won and you lost
If you find me repeating something it's to get my point across
To get my point across, to get my point across

To all you levas who couldn't catch it, you can't match it
Even though you try to snatch it,a style from a lil' vatos
Who won't let go of a flow smooth suavacito and to you rappers
Who say I can't rap, I'm passin' you up
With the quickness 'cause you're on my shit list

You see, I know, what I'm doing ease but only if you knew Holmes
What I'm gonna do Holmes, trip out as I go on with the funky flow
As I flow flow flow on, I'm dropping competition to the floor
Because I got more bounce much more so let me fuck it up for the gente

As I'm rappin' bottoms up on the Presidente 'cause there's a party
In the town tonight but am I through shit not quite
Yeah, Holmes the Brown Crowd's the best
This jam is called the Brown Crowd now wait for the rest

Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd
Brown, Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd bumpin' loud

Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd
Brown, Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown
Got the Brown Crowd bumpin' loud

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Fuck Dying - Lyrics - War & Peace Vol. 1: The War Disc - Ice Cube

Title: Fuck Dying
Album: War & Peace Vol. 1: The War Disc
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Stephen Anderson, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Ice Cube, Ice Cube
That's Don Mega to you, you cocksucker
I am the angel of death
And your name is on my list
Sheeyit
Come with me

I ain't goin' nowhere wit yo' ass
And if you put your hands on me
We gettin' down right here

Don Mega, Don Mega

Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army

Come and hear the voice of the man they call the Trojan Horse
Ride on the outside with inner force
Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway
We mash, like the first kickoff on a Sunday

Collisions, divisions of niggaz, down to listen
And when we on the mission, call your mortician
Join the party, I can provide the army
First we flank 'em then we spank 'em, I outrank 'em

You can call me Citizen Kane for my reign
Ten years great, one of the ten great
Mr. Media, look inside your encyclopedia
2002, see Ice Cube

Fuck a five-star, I'm a live star
What you got to die for?
Who you wanna ride for?
Fuck dying, fuck dying

Don Mega, Don Mega

It's the suspect king of the roughnecks, bonafide
Worldwide, your highness, the finest
Big as China, nigga rhymer, chart climber
Quick to send a first-timer back to his aunt Jemimah

Physical, nigga roll with the winners
After these dinners, go out and represent us
We got antennas, scanners and satellites
To see if you battle right, we got to bite

Hold on tight, shake and pump venom
Some haters don't learn till you leave lead in 'em
See the dead in 'em, rigarmortis spread in 'em
Keep your mouth shut, motherfuckin' mouth slug

See these crossed legs, quick to cross Feds
Foe to mighty one, it's the mighty son
Fuck dying

Don Mega, Don Mega, Don Mega

Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army

Fuck dying, I can provide the army
Fuck dying, I can provide the army
Fuck dying, I can provide the army
Fuck dying, I can provide the army

In the ghetto, in the ghetto
In the city, the suburbs, penitentiary
In the county
Fuck dying, fuck dying

Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army

I can provide the army
I can provide the army
I can provide the army
I can provide the army

Eternal life, baby
Eternal life, eternal life

Hear ye, hear ye
All connect gang members and powers
Are to meet at the west wing
To be led into battle by the one and only

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Return The Gift - Lyrics - Gang Of Four

Title: Return The Gift
Artist: Gang Of Four
Composer(s): Jon King, Dave Allen, Hugo H. Burnham, Andrew Gill

Lyric:
Head away from the years, you're on the price list
Head away from the years, you're on the price list
Head away from the years, you're on the price list

Everything will stop your new changing
The grid will be filled
Go to Scotland no obligation
We'll send you an invitation
We'll send you an inside shower
We'll send you an inside shower

It's on the market, you're on the price list
It's on the market, you're on the price list
It's on the market, you're on the price list

In the spring who can say?
Please send me evenings and weekends
Shared by with the weeks
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends

Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
Please send me evenings and weekends
...

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Taste - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Taste
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
The time has come for the blood
To run into the streets paved with gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we kill each other
For the hatred of others
We must move into the suburbs
And punish the rich for their ignorance

For the horror of death
That is part of our life in our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the same
And when we kill the governments' children
And the streets smell of death
Maybe then we will see our situation in a new light
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings

Heard what's going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
Just ta warn you, just to get it on
'Cause I'm gonna be cutting throats till the
Break of dawn, can't nobody get me
I've always been a psycho now they coming with me

That's straight when we team up
'Cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut
Look in my brain it's fucking insane
Roll around naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of killing each other

Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth
Leaned back the head and pulled the brains out
My list are strong it's only a saw
The government fronts like they don't know what is going on

Fuck, I'll take the matter in my own hands
Cut ya down cat, cut ya down
'Cause I know the rich go jogging
And I'm waiting in the bushes, axe to the nogging

About 30 or 40 times, psychedelic sick with the
Psycho psycho rhymes
But ya keep the killer in one place
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste

Fucking you up won't let you pass
Fucking you up, shot you in the ass
Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe
12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks
I'm sick of this shit, I see on the TV
They showing psychopathics and I see me

And ya calling me a homeless hobo
While I'm laying on my suede couch listening to Mojo
Snipe ya in the head from a tower
Or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower
Finally catch ya on the block
Take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye

Who ya fucking wit governor E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree
Then swing ya by ya foot
Mister Drumma looking bald headed punk, bitch

Stroll to the banquet party
Drank all they brew then shot everybody
They set it up wrong created the ghetto
And thought it wouldn't last long
Thought we'd kill each other off didn't think
We'd come to the suburbs, jackoff
The clowns stick this knife in ya face, motherfucker, have a taste

In Detroit doing time
Time being done without not another solution
Without nothing but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas I've know through the years
Got they necks blown off or crippled in their fear

Now I 'll tell ya 'cause I been in many schools for this
'Cause I'm drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist
Raised in the crime with nothing to eat
So my natural instincts to kill in the street

I'm going to war and I sent you caution
Jumpsteady stepping over the governments' brainwashing
(Take it, take it farther, take it far)
Don't let them even judge ya, 'cause you know who you are

Seems they don't even know about the inner city crime war
Money's on the Jews in the desert but what the fuck for
Damn they're stupid, the mine are surrounded
Think I like to pay a lesson
To a gallon and save a human life or two

End this ghetto war for the homies that I once knew
Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes, hoe)
I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change
On the holes on my jacket I cradle my gage
What ya gonna do if I show up at your place
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a taste

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste
So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace
Ya wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream
Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream

Everyday thang, thank it to ya
Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front door naked
Begging for money, acting like he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya

Catch ya at point blank range ya getting jacked
(Come up wit it, bitch)
Now ya don't know how to act
But that's the life and the experience of a mother

Happens everyday, one after the other
But the suburb living is high class
With a high class leather city trade with ya ass
And show ya the rough times
Hungry homeless people committing crime after crime

And bitches working the pike for dough
Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks slow
And I hear ya making fun of that ICP
(What's up E?)
Gets ya bats

It's time for you to crack some necks
And if they don't know now, show them what to expect
'Cause it don't matter the race or the place
Capitol E giving the inner city taste
Yea, We heading to Birmingham, Gross Pointe and Beverly Hills
I thought you knew, 'cause we in a devilish mood

Guess who's rolling with the ICP
That black devil coming straight from the D
I'm heading out to Birmingham to tip off a German
And looking for the governor to kill him and I think I can
Violent J know the way so I'm gonna getcha

If ya standing in my way I'm getting wit ya
The black devil, that devil ya don't know
Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my name?

I'm down with notics, nuts on train
So give me mine 'cause it ain't about black or white
It ain't about wrong or right on devil's night
I burn a cross in ya fucking face
Now homicide's got a new case so give me a taste

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On The Rocks - Lyrics - Baby Aka The #1 Stunna

Title: On The Rocks
Artist: Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Composer(s): D Boys, Kedrick Moore, Phalon Alexander, Bryan Williams, A. Nelson

Lyric:
I keep my rims on the rocks
I keep my jims' on the rocks
I keep my drink on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

I keep my briefs on the rocks
I keep my platinum teef's, they on the rocks
I keep my bank on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

To that silver satin, ma' , that's beautiful, daddy
I put them 22 rocks on that brand new Caddy
Y'kno AMG wit' chromed kit pipes
Lord, Lord, Lord, that's a beautiful site

Aiy it's a milli milli, nigga, milli milli milli, nigga
Million blocks, million in rocks, nigga, million cars
The R-R-Rock Boy, rock your ice and rock your toy

It's the Birdman, daddy, no time na' pause
If y'kno it's gon' rain, let it rock ya fall
Don't none, come from top but Birds and ball
I'm grateful for the man that gave it all

But I rock my world and I thank the man
'Cuz I came in this bitch wit' my dick in my hand
Got that Caddy on broaders, block milla-walla
Nine millimeter make the baddest nigga ball up

I keep my rims on the rocks
I keep my jims' on the rocks
I keep my drink on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

I keep my briefs on the rocks
I keep my platinum teef's, they on the rocks
I keep my bank on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

My grill ma' straightened 'em all
Gucci, Gabbana, fuck the cost
Fendi, Prada, I burn it all
They been down, we gotta ball

You back it up, I'm loving that
I'm smacking up ya shorty back
Gambs' is up, better stack
I bought the truck, I covered that

Ghetto rich still lock them thangs
Money still in mansions, man
CMB, 10 a ki' , wodie ain't nothing changed

But I still got my ghetto stripes
Red, blue and yellow ice
That's all I rock, fuck the cops
They want me in the jail fa' life

Aiy, I'm stuntin' tonight
It's going down tonight
I'm popping some Crist'
I'm looking fa some hoes to put on my list

Fits Tailored in the Vette with that platinum ass
That Gucci rag with the Bird in the bag
It's the Prada man, you prolly see me in brand new Jag
Gucci tailored, ma' don't tell me that

I keep my rims on the rocks
I keep my jims' on the rocks
I keep my drink on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

I keep my briefs on the rocks
I keep my platinum teef's, they on the rocks
I keep my bank on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

Nigga, I went from big Bok shoes in Rolls to 23 inches
This Cadillac so y'kno I'm pimpin'
Fo' insuran' I don't play that, I'm filled wit' begets
Riding through Eastover look that is where I stay at

I drive a Bentley and park a Bentley
Buyin' rims by the feet 'cuz they short on inches
Look, I'm on the block nigga, off the top, nigga
Go and cop nickels something on the rocks, nigga

Look, I spend my cash, Hood Rich, nigga don't ask
Croc-a-dile interior, the platinum glass
22 inch buttons on that G-Wag
Got the mink on the floor, swine seats lil' daddy

I'm the boss of the ghetto in the '98 Caddy
It's big pimpin', baby, I'm Weezy Wee Daddy
Got the green pinky ring, the rock 30 carats
I keep it all hood, nigga, check my status

I keep my rims on the rocks
I keep my jims' on the rocks
I keep my drink on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

I keep my briefs on the rocks
I keep my platinum teef's, they on the rocks
I keep my bank on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

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What Can I Do? - Lyrics - The Fix - Scarface

Title: What Can I Do?
Album: The Fix
Artist: Scarface
Composer(s): B Jordan, T Jones, K Price

Lyric:
Oh what can I do
What can I do
To make it better, yeah, yeah

I thank the Lord for every morning he allows me to rise
And though the sun is shining there's a cloud in the sky
Letting me know that at any moment there could be rain
And as beautiful as life is there still could be pain

Down the block I hear the sirens just-a screaming away
And then the inevitable happens the ending of days
Sad as it sounds, that's the price we've all got to pay
And the whole world knows the Lord give it and take it away

Live and I learn, I sit and watch my cigarette burn
Down to the ash, reminds me of the now and the past
I save me a prayer it's eventually I'll stand in the path
Of the souls on the dark roads that leads to the man

Do you hear them crying?
Waiting for someone
To come and dry these tears
Take away their fears

Another child is born bloody naked, clinging to life
Unaware of his surroundings or if breathing is right
In the arms of his mother as he looks in her eyes
He takes his first breath and he screams
The baby's alive

And at the same time another mother murders her kids
And the unbearable thought of this here just brings me to tears
It's hard enough we got to raise our kids to live in this world
So full of hate with no fate, and you're killing your pearls

And sometimes I got to sit it down and wonder myself
But then again I ain't Jesus and I couldn't help
But all I can do is hope I never live with the fact
That I hurt one of my seeds, 'cause dealing with that

Would be the hardest thing I'd ever have to do in my time
I'd have to take my own life too and I couldn't climb
That stairway that you hear me sing about in my rhyme
And a parent hurting his kid ain't a sign of the time

I know there's truth in that statement we just living to die
But I believe if you live it right, you'll live in the sky
Looking down on the good and the bad, the world as a whole
Now hopefully you did what you did 'fore you had to go

Do you hear them crying?
Waiting for someone
To come and dry these tears
Take away their fears
Can I make it better?
Can I ease the pain
That they are going through?
What can I do? what can I do?

I say goodbye to you cruel world, I see peace in the red sky
I see the beast when the dead die, relief when my head's high
Hear the streets up ahead cry, when the heat from the lead fly
Felt the grief when I said bye, before the sheets on my bed dried

The turn of the table, the tale of the tape
The destruction of human flesh of the not so great
The long list of the John Doe's that accompany the spirit
As the yells of the souls lost with hopes that god hears it

The resurrections of empty hearts crowd in the room
Muffled sounds of the outside echo the tomb, but I'm cool

Do you hear me?
The crying

Do you hear them crying?
Waiting for someone
To come and dry these tears
Take away their fears
Can I make it better?
Can I ease the pain
That they are going through?
What can I do?

Do you hear them crying?
Waiting for someone
To come and dry their tears
Take away their fears
Can I make it better?
Can I ease the pain
That they are going through?
What can I do?

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