The Program - Lyrics - Evolve - Endo

Title: The Program
Album: Evolve
Artist: Endo
Composer(s): Zelick Ian Gimelstein, Joel Suarez, Eli T. Parker, Gil Bitton

Lyric:
You better get with the program in your fuckin' head
'Cause the life you see left for dead
With the program in your fuckin' head
Yeah the life you see left for dead

You're indecisive
Gone too far
Stuck in denial
Which leaves you scarred

Some say life is dead
Shot back in my head
Some say your life is dead
Shot back in my

You're indecisive
Gone too far
Stuck in denial
Which leaves you scarred, scarred, scarred
Scarred motherfucker

Once again with the program in your fuckin' head
'Cause the life you see left for dead
With the program in your fuckin' head
Yeah the life you see left for dead

Once again the front is ability
I can't realize what's inside of me yeah
I feel the break, uhh huh it's comin' through the drop zone
My life in the far zone yeah

I can't wait no inside I feel the heat
The kid's on I keep my seeds in me
I can't wait to be the one
It's cramping my vibe, grabbin' the wrench

Once again the front ability
I can't realize what's inside of me yeah
I feel the break uhh huh it's comin' through the drop zone
My life in the far zone yeah

I can't wait no inside I feel the heat
The kid's on, I keep my seeds in me
I can't wait to be the one
It's cramping my vibe, grabbin' the wrench

You better get with the program in your fuckin' head
'Cause the life you see left for dead
With the program in your fuckin' head
Yeah the life you see left for dead

You're indecisive
Gone too far
Stuck in denial
Which leaves you scarred

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The Program - Lyrics - Dave Hollister

Title: The Program
Artist: Dave Hollister
Composer(s): David Le Chain Hollister, Erick S. Sermon

Lyric:
Want to be down with the program
You know with my steelo I gets busy
When I'm doing my thang

You say you want it, girl
I don't really think you do
'Cause I know you ain't ready for
What about I'm to put down on you

'Cause I don't play games
When it come to doing it girl
I do my thing, better ask somebody
Before you come to my party

Wanna be down, want to be down with the program
You know with my steelo I gets busy
When I'm doing my thang

Want to be down with my program
You know with my steelo I gets busy
When I'm doing my thang

Come on in sit down, baby
Take a load off your feet
You're going to need a little rest, baby
Before you get down with me

'Cause I brings the pain make you scream
And shout make you call my name
Bet you want forget it
It's like a drug your gonna be addict

Want to be down with the program
You know with my steelo I gets busy
When I'm doing my thang

Want to be down with my program
You know with my steelo I gets busy
When I'm doing my thang

Are you ready to fly?
Are you ready for me?
Do you want this ride?
Come on, come on, come on

Want to be down with the program
You know with my steelo I gets busy
When I'm doing my thang

Want to be down with my program
You know with my steelo I gets busy
When I'm doing my thang

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Booty Man - Lyrics - Born To Do It - Craig David

Title: Booty Man
Album: Born To Do It
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Mark Hill, Craig David

Lyric:
One, two buckle my shoes
Three, four step inside the venue and see in the corner of my eye
This beautiful girl, is standing by the bar looking fly
She was like a beauty queen out of a magazine looked about nineteen
Five minutes talking next thing's her number being written

If you're looking for the man that can
Go check all the girls messing up with your program
The lyrics that make you say, "Damn, the Booty Man can"
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The Booty Man's really got it goin' on

One, two unbuckle my shoe
Kissin' and cuddlin' at my crib after the venue
And I didn't wanna take it too fast so I said, "Slow, slow"
I gotta make some calls so keep it down low
She was like I can't believe you wanna talk instead of makin' love to me
Five minutes chillin' next thing's my name, she's calling

If you're looking for the man that can
Go check all the girls messing up with your program
The lyrics that make you say, "Damn, the Booty Man can"
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The Booty Man's really got it goin' on

Bomb, bomb the Booty Man, Booty Man's really got it goin' on
On the Booty Man, Booty Man's really got it goin'
Bomb, bomb the Booty Man, Booty Man's really got it goin' on
On the Booty Man, Booty Man's really got it

If you're looking for the man that can
Go check all the girls messing up with your program
The lyrics that make you say, "Damn, the Booty Man can"
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The Booty Man's really got it goin' on

If you're looking for the man that can
Go check all the girls messing up with your program
The lyrics that make you say, "Damn, the Booty Man can"
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The Booty Man's really got it goin' on

If you're looking for the man that can
Go check all the girls messing up with your program
The lyrics that make you say, "Damn, the Booty Man can"
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The Booty Man's really got it goin' on

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Unreadable Communication - Lyrics - Curve

Title: Unreadable Communication
Artist: Curve
Composer(s): Dean Garcia, Toni Halliday

Lyric:
When you hear the way the others talk
Makes you wonder what they bothered for
When you see the way opinion swings
It makes you strive, strive, strive for greater things

I wasn't born to be good enough for you
I am here to be nobody's fool
When you see the way that loose lips talk
It makes you cry, cry, cry for it all to stop

I would like to invite you
To my mother's house, to my bedroom
To play those old records we know all the words to
I would like you to kiss me, crush me, to lick me

Till I beg you to stop
Till you drive me crazy
Till I want you to stop
Till you drive me crazy
Till I beg you to stop
Till you drive me crazy

That's all it takes
A subtle movement
That's all it takes
To make the program

When you hear the way loose lips talk
It makes you wonder what you bothered for
When you see the way opinion swings
It makes you strive, strive, strive for greater things

That's all it takes
A subtle movement
That's all it takes
To make the program

A subtle movement
To make the program
A subtle movement
To make the program

A subtle movement
To make the program
A subtle movement
To make the program
A subtle movement

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Return Of The Mecca - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: Return Of The Mecca
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Corey Penn, Peter Phillips

Lyric:
To know the truth is to know the self
To know the self is to know the Mecca
Mecca's not a state of mind or a place
Mecca is a way of life
It is the answer to all confusion
The attribute I'd die for
Abdullah Mohammed makes way
For the return of the Mecca, Salaam

Return of the Mecca
Return of the Mecca
Return of the Mecca
Return of the Mecca

Return of the Mecca
Return of the Mecca
Return of the Mecca
Return of the Mecca

Be sure to export the hardcore that came before Columbus
Discover no other serve the soul on a dish
Okay means official, kid, not decrepit
Though the lyrical dynamo set the flow when I do so

Entice the price with the mic device
Hit ya slice so precise that you never hurt twice
Fierce how I pierce when you near the frontier
A world premiere so put the armor on your gear

The overlord aboard with the two-edged sword
Adored and restored, now the young gun toward
Preserve the herb, never kick it to the curb
Vocalize a verb, and the return of the word

Mecca, the reincarnated selector
From the whole agenda, something to remember
A richer voice than robbin' leach
I'll reach with a speech, no bleach so you can't impeach

Monumentally smooth, I'll prove it sincerely
To barely when you're near me clearly never sound weary
Maintain the gravity, assault and battery
So sweet the repeat you're bound to catch a cavity

My ability to wreck a facility
C.L.'s potential, smooth n' sequential
Deep in every measure, hit the lotto for the beggar
The midnight wrecker, return of the Mecca

Mecca
(Return of the Mecca)
[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)
[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)

[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)
Come on
(Return of the Mecca)
[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)

[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)
[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)

Uh, understand the Mecca in command
Part of the plan is the man who built the land he began
A scripture ripped out the piece of a scroll
Better the know, yes, a foretold, the beautiful and bold

Start 'em in harlem with the motto, the Apollo
Boogie to me, I'll swallow hollow when you follow
Stable like a turntable, lyrics I cradle
No fable, label, or one, my tongue around your navel

You're comin' to me so therefore the program's Mecca
The silhouette, a weirder fella, darker than Vanilla
Talkin' about the theoretical, isometrical
Alphabetical, rebel, a dissect-the-devil

Unveil a tale in detail, the third rail
Read it in Braille, a bigger male leave a trail
Now I sink you to the link, that'll make you think
You's too large to shrink, I need a drink

And toast to emperor, Mecca said to invent
To know of a child, work your wiles so surrender
And never to be lobotomized, the flexin' of the stanza
But you know the answer when I drop a proper grammar

Tabasco, the late show, flow to make a peso
I manage to do damage so, honey, get macco
Risen from the prison, the division, Black and Decker
Strictly for your pleasure, return of the Mecca

Mecca
(Return of the Mecca)
[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)
[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)

[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)
Come on
(Return of the Mecca)
[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)

[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)
[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)

Ladies say, "Hi!" brothers say, "Oh!"
Ladies say, "Hi!" brothers say, "Oh!"
Ladies say, "Hi!" brothers say, "Oh!"

Oh, D off the black Baryshnikov
Takin' it up north, back and forth, never been soft
Bound to see me swollen like a Beethoven
Listen, wide open, never tokin', 'Do or die,' my slogan

Save the sarcasm, I'll hit you like a orgasm
Back off of that and maybe later let you pat 'em
Necessary for any adversary to worry
The legendary, primary, never secondary

Dip in Peru, overdue in Honolulu
Now'd if you knew the preview, could bubble like shampoo
Outclass the mass so we'll look in the hourglass
No time to waste for those in contrast

Like the New York philharmonic, sent to blow melodic
With the logic I hear like a narcotic
Put your best to rest, so get your bulletproof vest
I got the wild, wild west to your chest

You know the cause of death, so forget the autopsy
Another got sloppy so I lit it in Poppy
Smooth as Peabo, but don't like Lelo
For the grand finale I slip on like a Bally

C L and P R, categorizin' we are
The soul brother, Mecca lover, funky by far
The classic fantastic, rip it like elastic
Here to get drastic, return of the Mecca

Mecca
(Return of the Mecca)
[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)
Come on
(Return of the Mecca)

[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)
Okay, buddy
(Return of the Mecca)
It's like that
(Return of the Mecca)

[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)
Come on
(Return of the Mecca)
[Incomprehensible]
(Return of the Mecca)
...

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Knuckleheadz - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: Knuckleheadz
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Corey Woods

Lyric:
One for you, one for me
Two for you, one-two for me
Three for you
What? I'll smack fuck out ya

Smack fire out your fuckin' ass
What the fuck you think this is man?
Get the fuck up outta here man
So yo matter of fact, the man is back

Think my head is madder than fuckin' fire
Shit alright, this ain't even enough burn right here
This ain't enough
Fuck it man

We gonna shoot right over there
And yo them niggaz got the big cream over there
So just chill
So let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid

Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid
Just chill man
On the real let's go get this money fast son
I know how we gotta do this kid
Scrungy-head motherfucker

Lay on the crime scene, sippin' fine wines
Pullin nines on, UFOs, takin' they fly clothes
They eyes closed, we gettin' loot
No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about
Guns go off and now a murder 'bout, I'm out

My raps play the part like a get smart secret agent
In a maze and, styles blazin', Johnny Blaze
And Tony Starks in a daze and
Rhymin', my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up

We like meth to go and fuck with noodles
Havin' them poodles on the lockdown buyin' me
Amarettas, and chewables, stackin' pharmecuetical
Rap niggaz on dust and wools

Yo, I told you, some kill, rob and fold
The gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole
So stroll marvelous, soul controller
Of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn

And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high
And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin' building
And get caught, save the fully inflatable
Rap relatable, drug relatable, niggaz here to play with you

A hundred dollar rottweiler goes to spot sellers
Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got props
On top, jail niggaz get mad bigger
And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures

Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama
Comma, plus smoke realize marijuana
Chef may resign to boat across the farasana
Immaculate plus all my guns so accurate

They get cream and the cuisine in Queens
I told you, money stated with the night beams and two rings
Crazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit
Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck!

Who's the knucklehead, wantin' respect?
Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known
Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath
Here's his photograph

Run up in his lab, take off the mask chaz and think fast
Don't laugh, bag the cash
Grab the hash, don't forget his stash
Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast the full blast

Then skate to the next state
Further upstate, I heard they got crazy weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
Yo look out for jakes, give it all it takes
Let's burn the place before we motivate

Yo blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate
If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape
It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes
Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin' in lakes

Drug related, paper talkin' 'bout the kids who didn't make it
Hits without a trace
Never seen the big C and ghostface
Congratulations chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth

The rap scar is on rap chrome
Put it on seal it on, we're silicone spark it on your talkathon
This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms
Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone
Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones
Blowin' out the door, bones but

Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches
Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense
These microphone professional, sensational
Fully operational, I got niggaz here to play with you

You know the steez you know my whole program
Brothers from the no-lands, all we want is the G's
Guns and grams, livin' fat like the hoffa
Mafia, sippin' eatin' pastas

Layin' in the house tellin' the seeds about the sagas
Before we got germanic and thoughts got sporadic
We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the abbots
Slugs hit the belly put tones into the telly

Sucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly
I smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees
Honeydips spendin G's on nails and hair weave
The crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force
We can play the A train, back off the iron horse

Yo man, Y'know what I'm sayin'? Fuck it man

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Propaganda - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: Propaganda
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): L Alford, C Gavin, L Dechalus

Lyric:
Let me now turn to our program for the future
The economy right now, is extremely supportive
Of the President and his policies
FBI scientists have found chemical traces

Consistent with a bomb or a missile on a piece of wreckage
Police using clubs and tear gas against demonstrators
They called me a motherfucking so and so and a white fascist
Like they said, "You're getting some of your own medicine"

Telling lies to our children
Telling lies to our children
Telling lies to our babies
Only truth can take us

You can't fool all the people all of the time
But if you fool the right ones, then the rest will fall behind
Tell me who's got control of your mind, your world view
Is it the news or the movie you're taking your girl to?

Know what I'm saying 'cause Uncle Sam got a plan
If you examine what they telling us then you will understand
What they planting in the seeds of the next generation
Feeding our children miseducation

No one knows if there's UFOs or any life on Mars
Or what they do when they up in the stars
Because I don't believe a word of what the President said
He filling our head with lies got us hypnotized

When he be speaking in cold words about crime and poverty
Drugs, welfare, prisons, guns and robbery
It really means us, there's no excuse for the slander
But what's good for the goose, is still good for the gander

See

I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
31 years ago I woulda been a panther
They killed Huey 'cause they knew he had the answer
The views that you see in the news is propaganda

Telling lies to our children
Telling lies to our children
Telling lies to our babies
Only truth can take us

I don't want no computer chip in my arm
I don't wanna die by a nuclear bomb
I say we all rush the Pentagon, pull out guns
And grab the intercom, my first word's will be I believe

Man made God outta ignorance and fear
If God made man then why the hell would He put us here?
I thought He's supposed to be the all loving
The same God who let Hitler put the Jews in the oven

We don't fall for the regular shit, they try to feed us
All this half-ass leadership, flipping position
They turn politician and shut the hell up and follow tradition
For your TV screen is telling lies to your vision

Every channel got some brainwashed cop shit to watch
Running up in niggas cribs claiming that they heard shots
It's a plot but busta can you tell me who's greedier?
Big corporations, the pigs or the media?

Sign of the times, terrorism on the rise
Commercial airplanes, falling out the sky like flies
Make me wonder what secrets went down with Bob Brown
Who burnt churches to the ground with no evidence found?

It's not coincidence, it's been too many studied incidents
It coulda been the Klan who put that bomb at the Olympics
But it probably was the FBI, deep at the call
'Cause if they make us all panic then they can start martial law

I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
31 years ago I woulda been a panther
They killed Huey 'cause they knew he had the answer
The views that you see in the news is propaganda

I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
31 years ago I woulda been a panther
They killed Huey 'cause they knew he had the answer
The views that you see in the news is motherfucking propaganda

Police is telling lies fooling millions
What are they teaching our kids in these school buildings?
Televised, enterprised in all the killing
Controlling our lives, this ain't living, no this ain't living

FBI, CIA, ATF, KKK
IRS, TNT, CBS, NBC
FBI, CIA, ATF, KKK
IRS, TNT, CBS, NBC

Telling lies to our children
Telling lies to our children
Telling lies to our babies
Only truth can take us

We view each other with a great love and a great understanding
And that we try to expand this to the general black population
And also people, oppressed people all over the world
And, I think that we differ from some other groups simply

Because we understand the system better
Than most groups understand the system and with this
Realization, we attempt to form a strong political base
Based in the community with the only strength
That we have and that's the strength of
A potentially destructive force if we don't get freedom

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Plastic World - Lyrics - Sex Style - Kool Keith

Title: Plastic World
Album: Sex Style
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Kurt Matlin, Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Yeah, Kool Keith should keep it real
He should rap about space and Mars
Yo, I'm tired of looking at everybody, same boots, skully hats in
90 degree weather, looking to get into clubs for free
I'm not smoking blunts, or looking for jazz records at the Roosevelt

I left New York, the city itself was stress depression
High boots and urban beats, that wasn't my direction
Producers filtering join in with R&B
A million rappers, some clones trying to sound like me

Biting my space styles, biting my horror core
All I saw was Kool Keiths on my thaw
Record companies had G'd off all my royalties
Watching vinyl spin, local groups' wack MC's

Some try to rap with that perpetrate mobster crap
Karl Kani jeans, fat stomachs in the limousines
Mixtapes by wack DJ's adds doo doo play
I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway

Like a mirage, the style there is all illusion
On videos out of town, peoples buy confusion
Rolling high with cash pulled over down my eye
Since I've been out, y'all can't see

Is the world made of plastic?
Is the city buried in dreams? Yeah
Is the world made of plastic?
'Cause that's the way is seems, ow
Is the world made of plastic?
Is the city buried in dreams? Yeah

Watching TV so bored, while imbeciles hold the mic cord
Graffiti playgrounds are played out, yo how'd that sound?
Army fatigues are weak, is for the minor leagues
No rapping cyphers or brothers in the rented Benz

Crews on stage, acting hard with a thousand friends
I saw the place turn plastic, crackers looping beats
People with no deals, walk men rappin' on the streets
I turned my back, 90 percent of the city sounded wack

Payola scams switched DJ's like a rubber band
Everybody clear with beats trying to be Premier
Clearing samples, your SP-12 fake examples
My money grows with green from my own label

While you act rich with no cash on the bigger label
Your tri state ways are shut down by barricades
In fact I packed my bags, and listened to E-40
Mac Mall, C-Bo, and other rappers you don't know

You're narrow minded and styles of mind you won't find it
My sound proceeds with moog and undertone bass
No comic gimmicks with beats rapping in my face
I come back real, solid rock razor steel
Taping your program, show the world I'm the man
You copy Poppa Large, the industry is large

Is the world made of plastic?
Is the city buried in dreams? Ow
Is the world made of plastic?
'Cause that's the way is seems, yeah

Is the world made of plastic?
Is the city buried in dreams? Ow
Is the world made of plastic?
'Cause that's the way is seems, yeah

As I do see sorta rugged wack beer commercials
Some rappers are bought and puppeteered like the Ninja Turtles
From Manhattan I heat up, yo light up Times Square
I make noise like open high hats on your cheap snare

No promotional shows, girls wear corn rows
People with hooded sweaters on crack keep me on my toes
I walk with straw hats, fake glasses in the projects
Bring my ghost image so tense on the line of scrimmage

Playing my numbers, waiting for the five to come
Spaghetti out the window, people acting dumb
Fire hazards wake the neighbors, your family's nosy
I come and go as I please on blockhead MC's

You bought new sneakers, no car, scrambling on the corner
I'm not the star you are, the city's fallen far
By mechanism, you're on my tip
Stay off my penis, you've duplicated me for years

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one

Is the world made of plastic?
Is the city buried in dreams? Ow
Is the world made of plastic?
'Cause that's the way is seems, yeah

Is the world made of plastic?
Is the city buried in dreams? Ow
Is the world made of plastic?
'Cause that's the way is seems, yeah, ow

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Breaker 1/9 - Lyrics - Common

Title: Breaker 1/9
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest D. Wilson

Lyric:
A weeby, weeby wobble gobble, gobble do the turkey
Lord have mercy, mercy, mercy me
You see I'm tryin' to get the punani
But you just wanna rock me, ah eh eh, ah eh eh

You see I'm tryin' to get the punani
But you just wanna rock me, oh, check it
So get your ride on ride the thundercloud and broom, broom, broom
Because I gotta, gotta get some, el, bow, room

So I can Bangkok, better yet, knock Italy
But raindrops keep fallin' on my couch, try to sit with me
Tamperin' up my program, so I play another slow jam
It's not an ancient Chinese secret you should know man

But you insist on stay and playin' Genesis
I gotta put an end to this, balder gash, EEE haul ass
And don't come knockin' my door, with the cockle doodle doo
I'm talkin' the his and his and hers, three's company too
So step to the step to the rear and don't come back now, hear?

Ah, to the break y'all
(Break y'all, yeah)
Ah, to the break y'all
(Break y'all, made it)
To the break y'all
(Break y'all, nah)
To the break y'all
(Break y'all break, break)

The CB's, the CB's, they're here
I'm checkin' my mirror from the rear
Locks are closer, than they appear
The time is near for you to drop your beer

And get your nuts again but ain't no haps
(UH-UH)
Your dick isn't there
You're thinkin' that, "Oops, I made a mistake"
You say, "Fuck Nell Carter, c'mon Jimmy, give me a break"

You made a mistake on the first take
Tryin' to break a leg for take two
You shoulda ate your wheaties
And Petey mighta made a breakthrough

You say to hope that things might bloom, so you assume position
Wishin' he would listen, so you start to kissin'
It's alive and up goes, and up goes you're adrenaline
You aimed, you fired, there you go, limp figures

So you take [unverified] and then play the role of friend and talk
Try to tell her it's her fault, when Jack your bean wouldn't Stalk
Baby, Bubba youse a goner, ah, youse a goner
It's fucker up, when your dick is playin' tricks on ya

So you pop fizz, what a relief, beef stroke it up
My man, got your thing, in your hand, say, "I, I think I can"
Damn this never happened before, yeah, sure that's what they all say
Uh, oh you better get Maaco kid, 'cause old girl is saucy

What was sweet to eat, has now dried up and rotted
It's a pile of pew, pick up your glove and say, "Yo I got it!"
Hopin' you won't drop you thought you had it made like [unverified]
What more could go wrong you got the right one, baby

Uh, huh, let you tell it
Everybody and their momma knows
That you came quick, quicker than a pizza,
From Domino's

To the break y'all
(Break y'all, yeah)
To the break y'all
(Break y'all, maybe)
To the break y'all
(Break y'all, nah)
To the break y'all
(Break y'all, check it out)

The 1/9, the 1/9, the CB's, the break
The 1/9, the 1/9, the CB's, the break
The 1/9, the 1/9, the CB's, the break
Break it up, break it up, break it up, break down

Walkin' up and then down the strip
Lookin' for some hip so I can skip
I spotted this honey dip, and her friend tried to sell me a script
That they were in a rush to catch the bus, but that was the old Gus

So I'm gettin' a bus, as I thrill at the disgust
Since old girl was with this, I told her friend to kiss this
And listen physical fitness use your brain and mind your business
Dippin' from a distance, in an instance I got the digits

And blew a kiss to her
(That old stank hoe)
Was mad I didn't speak to her
I hooked up with the one that looked nice
Took her mind, like an ice

'Til her friends gave her advice to think, twice
Before with me she slept, my rep was kinda ill
They told her to keep that booty still
I been through more hoes than the pill

Still I overcame 'cause I got game like a athlete
(Uhh)
In less than a half week, she was with it to do the nasty
(Break)
The drawers dropped, the top off, and the boots was getting' knocked
I heard the door unlock, it was her pop he was a cop

So I stopped dropped and rolled, so I wouldn't inhale a shell
Broke like a fingernail, on my trail was the smell of tail
Bailed back around the flat, to wash off the smell of cat
Like a belt, everything was strapped

'Til my homey asked, "Wassup wit dat?"
The dat was like dis G, I told him I got busy
This was the spy who dissed me 'cause he told it like a sissy
That was foul, I went to him lost in the mind now it's a dead end

The little wreck on that they locked the door and I can't get in
No more, no more, no more and now I know and now I know
Don't mess around with CB's
Good buddie, ten fo'
(Ha hah, yeah, ah break it)

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Is This The End? - Lyrics - Ginuwine

Title: Is This The End?
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Steven A Jordan, Sean Combs, Larry Curtis Johnson, Michael Jonzun, Carl Terrell Mitchell

Lyric:
Momma told me one day it was gonna happen
But she never told me when
She told me it would happen when I was much older
Wish it would've happened then
(Is this the end?)

Momma told me one day it was gonna happen
But she never told me when
She told me it would happen when I was much older
Wish it would've happened then
(Is this the end?)

Sometimes I be wakin' up at high noon
Sayin, "Why me, Lord?", folks thinkin' I'ma die soon
I just tell 'em keep seekin' but when they sleepin'
I be concealed up in my room, knowin' that it could happen

I'm just tryin' to maintain because the future is untold
Till the static unfolds that the good die young
Please, God, let a bad boy die old

Do you think I wanna lie cold
Or better yet have many shots come close to the head?
Shirt soaked till it's red
The most that was said was that my homies had a toast to the dead

Do I need a pack a vest for stress so I can rest
'Cause even though I'm blessed in my flesh
It all came down to a test
A motherfucker wanna go and put a tattoo on my chest

Now I'm caught up in the mix and I can't do shit
But still I can't ride with program, fearing no man
Hit the car door, let the door slam
It's a blessing that he had slow hands

But he's still right behind me
All these heartless fools is steady comin' after my P
So many phony niggaz lovin' to hate Sean
So many cheddar niggaz comin' after my cheese

Is it my car that they're losin', are we all for the choosin'?
Or is it all in confusion? Better yet all an illusion
Shots rang through the hall bullets cruisin' for bruisin'

Don't let this heartless bastard take my life away
I don't wanna conceive takin' his either
Dipped into the back and took a breather
Heard steps steady in closin' with the bullet skeezer

Gotta do somethin', I ain't scared to go
But yet my heart is steady pumpin' for somethin'
I refuse to be the one that they be dumpin'
Gotta get away before the techs start gunnin'

Bodies start jumpin'
Wreckin' my brain not to try and understand
But withstand, is it 'cause I'm a rich man
Or just to try to put a brother down in the dirt like quicksand

But no matter what the reason, I don't wanna stop breathin'
There's dreams to fulfill still
Can't complete em with a still kill
Face to face with enemies still grill

Forgive me for the pain I've caused and the sins I've committed
Even though I'm not hopin' to go, I wish someone would open the do'
This man's holding the trigger and his finger's steady choking it slow
Is this the end?

Momma told me one day it was gonna happen
But she never told me when
She told me it would happen when I was much older
Wish it would've happened then
(Is this the end?)

Just can't let go
(Is this the end?)
I, just, don't, know
Wish it would've happened then

Did I just hear a tight jam
How it's on let make my maneuver
Hit the alley saw a man in a Land Cruiser
In his hand was a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger

Heard shots from a steel bruiser
Teflon in the seat took a pale stress
Felt the hate on my chest as I placed on my vest
What's wrong with the brakes in the LX?

Ran straight into a lightpole, just before I got my life stole
A car came to the rescue, I bailed in and said, "Bless you
But what made me the man you would wanna show help to?"
I proceeded to ask him and he said with a passion
I could never watch a soul die, plus you the man lookin' too fly
(But who are you?)

The pimp nigga named Twista from the cold Chi
When the sun's, shy gotta keep one eye, nigga
I been shot at and stole on
No protection from one time, only caught for my prime
So I asked the Father what I did so wrong?

'Cause shit, it's been hard for me besides chief
And the smell of sweet news when the beef brew
Motherfuckers steady ballin' but steady fallin'
Right in detours, 'bout to hit my feet soon

So I just presume
Deep into the rhymes of a rapper
Prepare my mind for the capture, thinkin' Ginuwine like the bachelor
But why these niggaz wanna make us into crime with the rapture?

Ego for dispersin' us, don't even hurt the clutch
'Cause he's coldblooded and merciless
Steady bustin' shots at both of us, was the strap close to us
Then for survival we both to bust

But Renaults get to roast to crush, 'cause he steady gettin' closer
Paranoid like a crackfiend when the gat seen
Scream when the bullet hit me in the shoulder
Don't wanna die till I get older

Try to visualize the beholder, he's inconceivable
So now my sight is gettin' dark a lot
Best to step off in this parking lot where them dogs bark a lot
And try to wait until his ma get hot

I can make a person fight to survive whether good or connivin'
You never know when it's your time to leave
Smokin' weed to keep my mind at ease
Let's go back to the car but wait, I can't find the keys

Plus we didn't chill long enough
The footsteps are comin' close
Is it one of them unholy men? With a strap ready to boldly sin
Mama told me it was comin' but I wish she woulda told me when
Is this the end?

Momma told me one day it was gonna happen
But she never told me when
She told me it would happen when I was much older
Wish it would've happened then
(Is this the end?)

Momma told me one day it was gonna happen
But she never told me when
She told me it would happen when I was much older
Wish it would've happened then
(Is this the end?)

Just can't let go

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Keep Talkin' - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: Keep Talkin'
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): C Nicholas, Terrance Freeman, Teruis Gray, Pd James

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Lyric:
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth

Since I hit the TV, now, I'm a hot topic
But that don't mean Skipper won't pop it
Ain't that that dude with the H2 and the nice wallet?
And I got four words, stay off my dick

You wanna make it to where Skip ain't got shit
So you could ride around town and spread your gossip
Make up stories like "U.T.P. done dropped Skip"
"Juve' used the man, paid him and then got rich"

C'mon stop it, you're makin' it up
Damn, how much hate is enough, boy, you faker than fuck
I just saw Skip blazin' it up
With a dime piece, smilin', gettin' head in the truck

Look, right now, he headed for us
You lyin' motherfucker, dude he right behind 'em, you a busta
'Cause that's your old lady he with
Them hoes is for everybody, stop savin' a bitch

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth

Open my eyes when the sun rise, blazin'
First nigga on the strip, even if my block's hotter than Cajun
I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks
Program with every race, now, I cuts my own steak

Known to take G trips to a town like Wimbleton
Get a bust' down spot and be servin' like Wimbledon
Black John McEnroe, my rap flows are clapped
Supposed to be hot as Tabasco, look at them assholes now

Homie, when I'm seen there's a crowd
With head bustas off the streets talkin' loud, ready to wild
Get respect for a few things, deranged, the chopper spit
And the first off the block to cop a new Range

Life is fast, I get cash and write about it
At night it ain't safe in the South, we 'bout it, 'bout it
Doubt it and get bodied 'cause the shoty will lift
Your big muscle man bodyguard off his shit

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth

Who lil' daddy with the fitted cap turned back?
Know some of these niggaz got respect, he tryin' to earn that
Hopefully one of these niggaz with Yayo will see that
And put him in the right position he tryin' to be at

They talkin' in the wind but they no better than the play though
They could make a carton or a T-shirt in a day though
I ain't tryin' to flex my power, bitch, but I got say so
And I could make a million; American, yen or peso

They say I got a attitude, that's not the issue at all
Don't get involved when I'm doin' what I have to do
I'm subtle now but I could turn into an animal
Blow it out of proportion and I ain't understandin' you

Not in it for the short, I want the long term
Fuck the government, I'ma take care of my own children
You gon' have to zip your lip up,before a nigga flip up
I don't think they understandin' me, holler at 'em Skipper

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow
"I wa, I wa", that's what I'm talkin' about, pow
Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow

Keep talkin' out the side of your mouth, pow
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth, pow

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The Nigga Ya Love To Hate - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Ice Cube

Title: The Nigga Ya Love To Hate
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Steve Arrington, Eric Sadler, David Spradley, Roger Parker, O'Shea Jackson, Jr., George Clinton, Buddy Hank, Garry Shider, Charles Carter

Lyric:
I heard pay back's a motherfucking nigga
That's why I'm sick of gettin' treated like a goddamn stepchild
Fuck a punk 'cause I ain't him
You gotta deal with the nine double limb

The damn scum that you all hate
Just think if niggas decide to retaliate
They try to keep me from running up
I never tell you to get down it's all about coming up

So what they do go and ban the AK?
My shit wasn't registered any fucking way
So you better duck away run and hide out
When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out

'Cause I'm about to fuck up the program
Shooting out the window of a drop top Brougham
When I'm shooting let's see who drop
The police the media and suckers that went pop

And motherfuckers that say they too black
Put 'em overseas they be begging to come back
They say keep 'em on gangs and drugs
You wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug

Kicking shit called street knowledge
Why more niggas in the pen than in college?
Now 'cause of that line I might be your cell mate
That's from the nigga ya love to hate

Fuck you, Ice Cube
Yeah, ha ha, it's the nigga you love to hate
Fuck you, Ice Cube
Ay, yo baby, your mother warned you about me
It's the nigga you love to hate
Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops
Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers
What you got to say for yourself?
You do like how I'm living? Well, fuck you

Once again it's on, the motherfucking psycho
Ice Cube the bitch killa cap peeler
Yo, runnin' through the line like Bo
It's no pot to piss in I put my fist in

Now who do ya love to hate
'Cause I talk shit and down the eight ball
'Cause I don't fake you're begging I fall off
The crossover might as well cut them balls off

And get your ass ready for the lynching
The mob is droppin' common sense and
We'll gank in the pen will shank
Any Tom Dick and Hank or get the ass

Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you live
But how long you live
I ain't with the bullshit, I meet cold bitches no hoes
Don't wanna sleep so I keep popping No Doz

And tell the young people what they gotta know
'Cause I hate when nigga's gotta live low
And if you're locked up I dedicate my style in
From San Quentin to Rykers Island

We got 'em afraid of the funky shit
I like to clown so pump up the sound
In the jeep make the old ladies say
Oh, my God wait it's the nigga ya love to hate

Fuck you Ice Cube
Yeah, c'mon fool
It's the nigga you love to hate
Fuck you Ice Cube
Yeah, run up punk
It's the nigga you love to hate
Yo, who the fuck you think you are calling girls bitches?
You ain't all that that's all I hear, bitch, bitch
I ain't nobody's bitch, a bitch is a

Soul Train done lost they soul
Just call it train 'cause the bitches look like hoes
I see a lotta others damn
It almost look like the Bandstand

You ask me did I like Arsenio
About as much as the bicentennial
I don't give a fuck about dissing these fools
'Cause they all scared of the Ice Cube

And what I say what I portray and all that
And ain't even seen the gat
I don't wanna see no dancing
I'm sick of that shit listen to the hit

'Cause yo if I look and see another brother
On the video tryin' to out dance each other
I'm a tell T Bone to pass the bottle
And don't give me that shit about role model

It ain't wise to chastise and preach
Just open the eyes of each
'Cause laws are made to be broken up
What nigga's need to do is start loc-ing up
And build mold and fold thyself into shape
Of the nigga ya love to hate

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- Rakim

Artist: Rakim
Composer(s): William Griffin, Eric Barrier

Lyric:
I'm rated "R", this is a warning, you better void
Poets are paranoid, DJ's destroyed
'Cuz I came back to attack others in spite
Strike like lightnin', it's quite frightenin'

But don't be afraid in the dark, in a park
Not a scream or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark
You tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up
What's that, lighten up, you see a sight but

Suddenly you feel like your in a horror flick
You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick
Music's the clue, when I come your warned
Apocalypse now, when I'm done, you're gone

Haven't you ever heard of a MC-murderer?
This is the death penalty and I'm servin' a
Death wish, so come on step to this
Hysterical idea for a lyrical professionist

Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street
You come in my realm you get beat
This is off limits, so your visions are blurry
All you see is the meters at a volume pumping 'Lyrics of Fury'

It's a fearified freestyle

Terror in the styles, never error-files
Indeed I'm known, your exiled
For those that oppose to be level or next to this
I ain't a devil and this ain't the Exorcist

Worse than a nightmare, you don't have to sleep a wink
The pain's a migraine every time you think
Flashbacks interfere, you start to hear
The R A K I M in your ear

Then the beat is hysterical
That makes Eric go get a axe and chops the wack
Soon the lyrical format is superior faces of death remain
MC's decaying 'cuz they never stayed

The scene of a crime every night at the show
The fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know
It's only one capable, breaks, the unbreakable
Melodies unmakable, pattern, unecscapable

A horn if want the style I posses
I bless the child, the earth, the Gods and bomb the rest
For those that envy a MC it can be hazardous to your health
So be friendly, a matter of life and death, just like a ethch-a-sketch

Shake till your clear, make it disappear, make the next
After the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace if not, my soul'll release
The scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I'm glad you made it
'Cuz your about to see a disastrous sight a performance never again
Performed on a mic, 'Lyrics of Fury'

A fearified freestyle

The "R" is in the house too much tension
Make sure the system's loud when I mention
Phrases that's fearsome you want to hear some sounds
That not only pounds but please your eardrums

I sit back and observe the whole scenery
Then nonchalantly tell you what it mean to me
Strictly business I'm quickly in this mood
And I don't care if the whole crowd's a witness

I'm a tear you apart but I'm a spare you a heart
Program into the speed of the rhyme, prepare to start
Rhythm's out of the radius, insane as the craziest
Musical madness MC ever made, see it's

Now an emergency, open-heart surgery
Open your mind, you will find every word'll be
Furier than ever, I remain the future
Battle's tempting whatever suits you

For words the sentence, there's no resemblance
You think you're ruffer, then suffer the consequences
I'm never dying terrifying results
I wake you with hundreds of thousands of volts

Mic-to-mouth resuscitation, rhythm with radiation
Novicane ease the pain it might save him
If not, Eric B's the judge, the crowd's the jury
How do I plead to homicide? 'Lyrics of Fury'

They're getting furier, a fearified freestyle

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Hand On The Clock - Lyrics - Cypress Hill

Title: Hand On The Clock
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill

Cruisin' through the neighborhood, some say I'm no good
Claimin' I'm a criminal but let's make it understood
Just one man with a whole lot of homeboys
Ya get the click of the glock when I pull of the chrome toy

Check me an' I'll check you back
Then jump back to my big Buddah like I'm not a bad guy
But don't take advantage, I'm throwin' out the garbage
Just show me where the can is

All I was doin' was searchin' for the boon
Then some punk tried to hit me with a broom
Lucky I ducked quick or else I'd be assed up
Last thing I wanted was have to pull a gatt out
Here comes a nigga an' he's got a .38
Well, my roundhouse said hey, yo, I'm shootin' up straight

'Cuz I put away the shotgun, borrow me a glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me but homie got shot
La la la la, la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense

Couple o' niggas from the east side fuckin' up ya program
No one witnessed but they heard the gun blast
Left the problem unsolved, now I'm gonna sum up
How people gettin' hurt in the process of the come up

Gotta with the fools that'll wait for you to run up
Rollin' in the hood that's already shot up
Pocket full of gatts an' see if we can spot the
Homie that's slick in the process of the dip

When we find this out gonna unload the clip
An' take a little trip down to Rio
My neighborhood's hot an' so I gots to go chill

'Cuz I put away the shotgun, borrow me a glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me but homie got shot
La la la la, la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense

Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I'll load a clip, let's see if you can deal with
'Cuz the bulletproof vest ain't shit
When the infrared's pointin' at your head, kid

An' that's just too bad, yo
Now I'm headed up a river in a boat with no paddle
Shoulda put the glock down
Now they got me in lockdown

Livin' like a nigga that done lost his mind
'Cuz self defense turns to the offense
But nobody even really knows that
All they see is me an' the gatt

Up in the court room, lookin' at the jury
Starin' down the punk ass District Attorney
La la la la, la la la la
Verdict's in, you're not guilty as charged

'Cuz I put away the shotgun, borrow me a glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me but homie got shot
La la la la, la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense

Understand where I'm comin' from
Cypress Hill
Understand where I'm comin' from
Cypress Hill

Understand where I'm comin' from
Cypress Hill
Understand where I'm comin' from
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill

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Downset - Lyrics - Downset

Title: Downset
Artist: Downset
Composer(s): Chris Lee, Rogelio Hernandez Lozano, James Morris, Roger Ramirez, Roy Z Brian Neal Schwager

Lyric:
Well, I'm doing this from that place
Where the young bodies stick to the bluest of blue skies
A child grown quick kicking it with an ice-pick
Age of 8 Babyface straight-up scared to die

Seen 1 little, 2 little, 3 little homicides
Kids don't rank so they shank in front of baby eyes
Bullet-scarred, prison-barred
The one time's got my face to the ground, they want me down

Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Downset at the bottom! Coming up from the slum!
Down! Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Down! Down! Down!

Bronze complexion, converse and khakis
Enough for the fuss of a Crash to straight jack me
Brotha, brotha, brotha, how you make 'em get down?
Systematic static can't stifle the set's sound

Jack for the mic and I'll still get it going on
Making my statement with a Fatcap and Krylon
Pee-ping my voice from the L.A. underground
The plan from the man is to demand they keep me down

Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Downset at the bottom! Coming up from the slum!
Down! Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Down! Down! Down they got me, down!

Got ya, got ya, yeah, you know, I straight ya
Reveal to heal in our sectarian obstacles
Wipe the dirt off the eyes of the hate child
Damn with the program imposed since the juvenile

Shit is so thick that you don't want to deal with it
Set's got heart to consist like an activist
Ain't going to live in comfort while shit gets words
I got the voice of the voiceless and life comes first

So what you're gonna do? What you're gonna do?
What you're gonna do when the shit comes down on you?
The set's gonna be down, yeah, you know like we've always been
The ghetto survivors got no soldier extinction

The man ain't down with multi-ethic ethics
Division is wicked and Downset ain't with it
My word is my fire for life and love is the sound
You gotta kill me to silence me, fool, you can't keep me down

Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Downset at the bottom! Freedom in a cage
Down! Downset at the bottom! On the come up to say some
Down! Down! Down! Down!

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Hand On The Glock - Lyrics - Black Sunday - Cypress Hill

Title: Hand On The Glock
Album: Black Sunday
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill

Crusing through the neighborhood
Some say I'm no good
Claimin' I'm a criminal
But lets make it understood
I'm just one man man with a whole lot of homeboys
(Whole lot)
You get the click of the Glock
When I pull of the chrome toy
Check me and I'll check you back
(Check you back)
Then jump back to the big Buddha
Like I'm not a bad guy
But don't take advantage
I'm throwin' out the garbage
Just show me where the can is
All I was doin' was searchin' for the boom
Then some punk tried to hit me with a broom
Lucky I ducked quick
Or else I'd be assed up
Last thing I wanted
Was have to pull the gatt out
Here comes a nigga
And he's got a 38
Well my roundhouse said
Hey yo, I'm shootin up straight

'Cuz I put away the shotgun
Borrow me a Glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me
But homie got shot
La la la la la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)

Couple niggas from the east side
Fuckin' up your program
No one witnessed
But they heard the gun blast
It left the problem unsolved
Now I'm gonna sum up
People gettin' hurt in the process of the come up
Gotta with the fools
That'll wait for you to run up
Rollin' in the hood
That's already shot up
Pocket full of gatts
And see if we can spot the
Homie that's slick
In the process of the dip
When we find this out
Gonna unload the clip
Then take a little trip down to Rio
Neighboorhood's hot, so I got to go chill

'Cuz I put away the shotgun
Borrow me a Glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me
But homie got shot
La la la la la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)

Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I'll load a clip
Lets see if you can deal with
'Cause the bulletproof vest ain't shit
When the infra-red's
Pointin at your head, kid
And that's just too bad yo
Now I'm headed up a river in a boat
With no paddle
Should 'a put the Glock down
(Glock down)
Now they got me in lock down
Livin' like a nigga whose done lost his mind
'Cuz self defense turns to the offense
But nobody even really knows that
(Knows that)
All they see is me and the gatt
Up in the court room
Lookin at the jury
Starin' down the punk ass
District attorney
La la la la la la la la
Verdict's in
You're not guilty as charged

When I put away my shotgun
Borrow me a Glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me
But homie got shot
La la la la la la la

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)

Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
Self defense turns to the offense
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)

Understand where I'm comin' from
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
Understand where I'm comin' from
(Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill)
(Cypress Hill)

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