Three Strikes You In - Lyrics - War & Peace Vol. 1: The War Disc - Ice Cube

Title: Three Strikes You In
Album: War & Peace Vol. 1: The War Disc
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Jerry Buddy Long, Kevin Gulley, O'Shea Jackson, Joseph Johnson, Joseph Hearne, Gregory Hutchinson

Lyric:
One mo? strike and I?m through, nigga
It' s bottom of the ninth swingin', for my life
I?m up at the plate, goin' for the gate
They got my mom's seated in section eight

Been on deck since my last felony
I?m that 0 for 2 mothafucka
With the Louisville slugger Shay Whitie, that left hand punk
Is on the mound and he comin' with dat off-speed junk

It's the westside hustlaz, verses these LA pigs
You can say the damned verses the nigs
My little homies in the dugout
They lookin? sad, 'cause fourteen niggas done struck-out

My first offense was possession of weed
Now I?m in the major leagues and
That mothafucka Bill Clinton is a son of a bitch
Had the nerve to throw out the first pitch

I?m just tryin? to get rich like trump
The home run king is now in a slump, pass me a hunk
How the fuck can I stay out the pen
When it?s one two three strikes you in

One two three strikes you in
Now how the fuck a nigga supposed
To stay out the pen, I?m on a blend
Of Gin and Hen, everyday of my life
With two strikes it ain?t right

He?s in the wind up
Here come the pitch I swing, aw shit, foul tip
They felt the chill 'cause if I get on first
You know the deal a niggas gets to steal

Like to steal home and I betcha
That I can run over, the LA pig catcher
Just because I?m black, with a bat
They wanna send a nigga back to the warnin' track

Fulla count they say I won?t amount to shit
But fool I can hit like Kenny Grit
With a split in my mouth on the cellular phone
It?s going, going, gone

And watch a pitcher get served
You from the LA pigs I know you comin' with a curve
Ay batter, batter is the chitter-chatter
I?m the designated hitter, a nigga much badder

Than babe ruth will I tell the truth and nothin' but the truth
Hell yeah, I?d rather be shootin? hoops
'Cause a niggas guaranteed to win
Against a bullshit loss and three strikes you in

Take me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd
Another nigga on trial
Keep ya peanuts jeezuh and fuck you Cracker Jack
I hope I never come back

I got to root for my homeboys
If they don?t win it?s a shame
'Cause it?s one two three strikes you in
Twenty-five years of pain you know my name

They wanna nigga to run and get hung
High strung, so this pig can win the CY-young
I?ma hit this mothafucka a mile
In the batters box, high as Steve Hal

You can?t salary cap my gat
No strike 'cause gangsta rap is on the map
I?m like Satchel Paige wit a gauge
Or Jackie Robinson, when I?m robbin? one

Of you cracker jacks fool I?m a mothafuckin' vet
And fuck yo seventh inning stretch, so
Take me out to the ballgame, and see my neighborhood name
In your ghetto hall of fame

One two three strikes you in
Now how the fuck a nigga supposed
To stay out the pen, I?m on a blend
Of Gin and Hen, everyday of my life
With two strikes it ain?t right

One two three strikes you in
Now how the fuck a nigga supposed
To stay out the pen, I?m on a blend
Of Gin and Hen, everyday of my life
With two strikes it ain?t right

Yeah, it ain?t right
Playin? people like a game it ain?t right
Human beings, puttin? 'em in a jar it ain?t right
For double life, triple life it ain?t right

Take me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd
Another nigga on trial
Keep ya peanuts jeezuh and fuck you Cracker Jack
I hope I never come back

I gots to root for my homeboys
If they don?t win it?s a shame
'Cause it?s one two three strikes you in
Twenty-five years of pain you know my name
You know my name, you know my name
You know my name, you know my name

If I die tonight, you know who did it, you know
If I ride tonight, you know who did it, you know
If they sheck me up, you know who did it, don?t guess
If they check my nuts, you know who did it, get ?em

If they break my bank, you know who did it, yeah
If they pull my rank, you know who did it, get ?em
If they sock me up, you know who did it, yeah
If they lock me up, you know who did it, get ?em

If they smear my name, you know who did it
If they kill my game, you know who did it
Remember me, you know who did it
Wha what, wha what, you know who did it

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Three Strikes - Lyrics - Mirror, Mirror - Kelly Price

Title: Three Strikes
Album: Mirror, Mirror
Artist: Kelly Price
Composer(s): Carlos Thornton, Warryn S Campbell, Carlos & Dada Kelly Price, Benny Tillman

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Lyric:
1st time I let you back inside
Everybody gets another chance
2nd time my mama replied
Said, "You gotta let him be a man"

3rd time I had it with your lying
So sorry wouldn?t work again
So I said, "3 strikes, you're out, no more
You?re wrong, get gone, keep walkin' out my door"

Packed your bags while you were gone
They?ll be waitin' for you on the lawn
Changed the locks so keep your key
We don?t need to talk, so no apologies

I don?t wanna feel like I?m going through
Time and time again if I?m loving you
So just walk away, leave me alone
This is for the best, so I?m movin' on

1 2 3 4
You were messin' 'round
We're never really sure and
4 3 2 1
You thought it was game
And you could have some fun

1 2 3 4
Said, "I won?t be a fool
Won?t let you back in my door"
4 3 2 1
'Cause playtime is over
You?re through, I?m done

1st time I let you back inside
Everybody gets another chance
2nd time my mama replied
Said, "You gotta let him be a man"

3rd time I had it with your lying
So sorry wouldn?t work again
So I said, "3 strikes, you're out, no more
You?re wrong, get gone, keep walkin' out my door"

Had me fooled loving you
Had me thinking 'bout spending life with you
So locked up in your tricky ways
Only thoughts of you had me in a daze

Then reality came and gave to me
What I needed most that was eyes to see
You would never change, everything was game
Countin' all the times, really blows my mind

1 2 3 4
You were messin' 'round
We're never really sure and
4 3 2 1
You thought that it was game
And you could have some fun

1 2 3 4
I won?t be fooled
And won?t let you in my door
4 3 2 1
Playtime is over
You?re through, I?m done

1st time I let you back inside
Everybody gets another chance
2nd time my mama replied
Said, "You gotta let him be a man"

3rd time I had it with your lying
So sorry wouldn?t work again
So I said, "3 strikes, you're out, no more
You?re wrong, get gone, keep walkin' out my door"

I hoped, I prayed
You would come around, see it my way
Now it's too late
No chances, go away, go away
Hey, first time

1st time I let you back inside
Everybody gets another chance
2nd time my mama replied
Said, "You gotta let him be a man"

3rd time I had it with your lying
So sorry wouldn?t work again
So I said, "3 strikes, you're out, no more
You?re wrong, get gone, keep walkin' out my door"

1st time I let you back inside
Everybody gets another chance

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Life'S A Bitch - Lyrics - Motorhead

Title: Life'S A Bitch
Artist: Motorhead
Composer(s): Ian Kilmister, Philip Campbell, Michael Delaoglou

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Lyric:
I don't know who you are
I don't know your name
But if you want to live
You better learn the game

Don't know why you're here
Can see your face so far
If you don't want to fail
You better hide your scars

Make a poor man cry
The way you run your life
Make a poor man laugh
The way you run your life

Time you hit the road
Better be on your way
Don't scream, don't shout
Three strikes and you be out

It's a shame I know
No chance to see the show
Fear the man, kill the snitch
Just remember life's a bitch

I don't know what you've got
I don't know your mom
But if you like your life
Then don't act dumb

I don't know where you go
And I sure don't care
If you don't want to starve
You better get your share

Make a grown man sick
The way you run your mouth
Make a grown man shake
The way you're running out

Time to hit the skids
Better be on your way
Don't shout, don't scream
Three strikes and they be mean

A shame, you're right
No chance to see the fight
Be a man, fix the glitch
Just remember life's a bitch

I don't know what you see
I don't know the score
But if you don't like blood
You better close the door

I don't know how you think
Don't want to hear your tale
And if you talk too much
You're going to land in jail

Make a tall man short
To see you act this way
Make a short man puke
The way you waste the day

Time to go to hell
Better be on your way
Don't moan, don't pout
Three strikes takes your ass out

Oh no, bad news
No chance to shine your shoes
Fear the sky, eat the rich
Just remember life's a bitch

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3 Time Felons - Lyrics - Bow Down - Westside Connection

Title: 3 Time Felons
Album: Bow Down
Artist: Westside Connection
Composer(s): William Calhoun, Dedrick D'Mon Rolison, Stephen William Anderson, O'Shea Jackson

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Lyric:
What would you do
If I punked your whole crew?
Would you run like a bitch from me?
Niggaz don't test 'coz we come from the west
Yes, the W-S to the C Westside

Westside niggaz
Fuck everybody that used to be down
That ain't down no mo'
Y'all niggaz ain't from the best side
Y'all don't know how we puts it down
Trick ass motherfuckers

Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin', I'm bellin'
With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin'?
Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin'
Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is
A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor
Catch a tumor, you say I'm dickin' my consumer
Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence
With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance
Tonight I'm buzzin', thought I wasn't
Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins
Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes
A nigga likes your motherfuckin' Nikes

I shift gears when I see tears
Fuck a record, fuck a movie, I rack my uzi
On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me
We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry
I did a lick well, I'm in a thick cell
Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails
And when I hear Westside Connection
I get the fuckin' erection

So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons
Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons

Rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off
Westside rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off

I gots to handle mines, so I grinds
Real O.G. parolle, throw the woop on the quarter key
Ain't been out but a minute, nigga, in it, to win it
'Coz a five year joke leave yo stack dented
Got my pockets back swollen, motorola holdin'
A nigga got the whole hood rollin'
BG's get you what you want when you need it
I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated
Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot
Niggaz callin' Mack's spot, jackpot, the crack spot

Got the double up bomb can't wait
So won't you bounce rock skate to where the cluckers hibernate
Where we livin' like stars, switchin' cars like they leases
Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces
While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus
Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English
So, nigga, what you wanna, bet on a set full of vet lick hitters
And, ain't a crew that can get with us
It's west coast, the most, I be yellin'
Nigga, Mack 10 bellin' as a three time felon

Fuck what you sayin', and fuck who you tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons
Fool, fuck what you sayin', and fuck who you tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons

Rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off
Westside rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off

Let it rain, let it drip
Niggaz are best to duck when I'm unleashing these clips
Thoughts of manslaughter got my finger on the trigger
Fuck a peace treaty, it's on with all you niggaz
'Coz ain't no contaning me when I'm ringing these motherfuckin' heaters
Causing tragedy, tearing off your whole chest cavity
Mobbing through the neighborhood, nigga, twenty inch bollters
Fresh house, shoes, hair, rollers

Lenny wanna kill me 'coz I got 'em all scared of this
Cutthroat janky enviromental terrorist
Stickering my tapes, hoping that they can silence me
'Coz I'm a nigga that's yellin fuck society
But ain't no stopping this westside click
So, tell that bitch Delores Tucker to suck a niggaz dick
'Coz I'm punking mo' niggaz than Deebo
Illegal sipping Seagrams straight smoking on a Primo

Nigga, fuck what you sayin', fuck who you tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons
Fuck what your sayin', and fuck who your tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons

Rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off
Westside rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off

West coast till the casket drop
Rollin' till the wheels fall off
West coast till the casket drop
Rollin' till the wheels fall off

West coast till the casket drop
Rollin' till the wheels fall off
West coast till the casket drop
Westside, rollin' till the wheels fall off

Yeah, time is runnin' out niggaros and nigga hoes
All W's must be true
Inspected by the Westside Connect Gang
W S C G, bonafied and worldwide
When you see Ice Cube, throw up the W
When you see Mack 10, throw up the W
When you see W.C., throw up the W
When you see Crazy Tunes, throw up the W
When you see K-Dee, throw up the W
When you see The Comrades, throw up the W
All Frum Tha I, throw up the W
Westside till I die, what you thinkin' of?
And y'all bitches can throw it up too

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It'S Your Turn - Lyrics - Gerald Levert

Title: It'S Your Turn
Artist: Gerald Levert
Composer(s): Joe N Iii Little, Gerald Levert

Lyric:
Look I've been loving you for a long, long time
Never asked you for much
Just have a open mind

Come on, baby, come on, baby
Oh baby, oh babe

For a year or so we've been going strong
I'll stop at nothing girl, just to turn you on
Didn't I do it, baby? Didn't I do it, girl?

See I'll do anything just to make you scream
Tell me how low and girl I would go
Didn't I do it, baby? Didn't I do it, girl?

It's your turn to do unto me as I do unto you
You got to show and prove that you like my groove
I don't wanna be the only freak around here

Said, it's your turn to do unto me as I do unto you
You got to show and prove that you like my groove
I don't wanna be the only freak around here

Buy you what you need to get into me
Strawberries whip cream I'll get you some honey
I would do that, baby, I would do that, girl

Watch a video, turn on the radio
What's it gonna take to start this freaky show
Are you 'bout it, baby? Are you 'bout it, girl?

'Cause baby, baby, it's your turn to do unto me as I do unto you
You got to show and prove that you like my groove
I don't wanna be the only freak around here, baby

It's your turn to do unto me as I do unto you
You got to show and prove that you like my groove
I don't wanna be the only freak around here

If you're my girl and I'm your man
You got to understand that I got needs, baby
I ain't gonna tell a sound girl, no, no, no, no, no, no

So let your hair down it's time to play
Turn on the music a little bit of Marvin Gaye
Let's get it on, baby, let's get it on, girl
If you don't I gotta go, I gotta go, baby

Said you get one, two, three strikes and you're out
Gotta let you go, girl, gotta let you go, girl
Gotta let you go, babe, come on

Baby, please don't let me down
Gotta let you go, girl, gotta let you go, girl
Gotta let you go, girl, come on

You get, you get one, two, three strikes and I gotta go
Gotta let you go, girl, gotta let you go, baby
Gotta let you go, baby

Baby, please don't let me down
Gotta let you go, girl, gotta let you go, girl
Gotta let you go, girl, come on

Do unto me as I do unto you
You got to show and prove that you like my groove
I don't want to be the only freak around here

Do unto me as I do unto you
You got to show and prove that you like my groove
I don't want to be the only freak around here

Do unto me as I do unto you
You got to show and prove that you like my groove
I don't want to be the only freak around here

Do unto me as I do unto you
You got to show and prove that you like my groove
I don't want to be the only freak around here

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Man Down - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: Man Down
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): David Mook, Donald E. Cannon, J Powell, Curtis James Jackson, Ben Raleigh

Lyric:
It hurts
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

D's tryin? to plant a murder on me
In the precinct they sayin? I done murdered homey
I told my lawyer I ain't heard of homey
And e'rybody know my niggaz buried him for me

You see I'm on your crib, it ain't a burglary, homey
They finna have me stuck in purgatory
I'm down to do the stickin? when it come to the orgy
Conventional methods of sex totally bore me

Wait, I'm gettin? sidetracked, back to the story
These cocksuckin? got it in fof me
They wanna me up
Me find my burner and me up

But history repeats itself, they never learn
The Unit's the new people who gon'
We'll find out when niggaz let off the rounds
And this screamin? down

Get in the way, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
A nigga already got three strikes, I'll murder dem
I said I'll murder dem

Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
You don't believe me, wait and see, I'll murder dem
You see I told you I'd murder dem

They sayin? I'm a accident waitin? to happen
I got one in the head, I'm just waitin? to clap it
A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit
So just get you a white girl, don't fuck with no black bitch

I got two felonies from sellin? that crack shit
And the third one came from showin? niggaz my mag spit
See I'm down for that daytime action
Have niggaz crawlin? under cars when I start to cappin?

So they don't know what to say to the
But they know if word get back, somethin? gon' happen
I've been shot, I've been stabbed but I ain't been snitched on
You snitchin? where I'm from, you gon' get your shit blown

Southside, I make the best of the worst
We gotta share the same bitch, okay, I go first
?Cause your baby's momma is my baby's momma
I come through to see my little nigga with the llama

Get in the way, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
A nigga already got three strikes, I'll murder dem
I said I'll murder dem

Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
You don't believe me, wait and see, I'll murder dem
You see I told you I'd murder dem

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Mathematics - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Mathematics
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Christopher E Martin, David Gates, Dante Beze

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Lyric:
Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka
Ha hah, you know the deal, it's just me Dog
Beats by su-primo for all of my people
Negroes and Latinos and even the Gringos

Yo, check it, one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the fourth comin' live, future shock
It's five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, eight million stories to tell

Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the universe expands length
The body of my text possess extra strength
Power-liftin' powerless up, out of this towerin' inferno

My ink so hot, it burn through the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on broadway and myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex

Working class poor, better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
For cha-ching cats get tha cha-pow, who dead now

Killin' fields need blood to graze the cash cow
Some numbers game, but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
But only fifteen percent of profits, ever see my pockets like

Sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
Spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like
Nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack

Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a Ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you're no longer free
Forty percent of Americans own a cell phone
So they can hear everything that you say when you ain't home

I guess, Michael Jackson was right, 'You are not alone'
Rock your hardhat black 'coz you in the terrordome
Full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facin' life numbers

Crack mothers, crack babies and aids patients
Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in playstation
This new math is whippin' motherfuckers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add
It's mathematics

"The mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around science"
"What are we talking about here?"

"The mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around science"
"What are we talking about here?"

"Do your math"
"Do your math"
"One, t-t-two, three, four"
"What are we talking about here?"

Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story
Three strikes and you be in for life, mandatory
Four M.C's murdered in the last four years
I ain't tryin' to be the fifth one, the millennium is here

Yo it's six million ways to die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight year olds gettin' found with nine mill's
It's ten p.m., where your seeds at? What's the deal?
He on the hill puffin' krill to keep their bellies filled

Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life
Young soldiers tryin' to earn they next stripe
When the average minimum wage is five fifteen
You best believe you gotta find a new grind to get cream

The white unemployment rate is nearly more than triple for black
So frontliners got their gun in your back
Bubblin' crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty
And end up in the global jail economy

Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still livin'
Join the other five million under state supervision

This is business, no faces just lines and statistics
From your phone, your zip code, to S S I digits
The system break man, child and women into figures
Two columns for who is and who ain't niggaz

Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings
But you push too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret
The're million other straws underneath it, it's all mathematics

"The mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around science"
"What are we talking about here?"

"The mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around science"
"What are we talking about here?"

Mathematics

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Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like wha

My dogs is dogs with official bloodline
I say stop being greedy, get a plate if you want mine
Why them niggas always force you to take it back to the streets
Can I at least go one year without spitting the heat?
Motherfuckers think you sweat till your chest gets messed up
Two days later he's dressed up, let him rest up
He ain't going nowhere, no time soon
Remember high noon, last thing he heard was boom

Can I get some room, or do I have to make me a path?
Break you in half, fake niggas make me laugh
Y'all niggas is funny, still talking about money
And ain't got none, get the shotgun 'cause you hungry
It's about to get ugly when the lights is out
One, two, three, ho, that's three strikes, you're out
His ninth was out, I think they found it filling his head
He in the bag, and I'm over here killing his men

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like wha

I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong
And I'm starting to get that same feeling that kept me raw
Can't afford to trust niggas, 'cause niggas lust figures
Plus niggas scared to bust niggas, rush niggas
Doing it with the heat, and ain't killing nothing but time
Fucking with the streets, you ain't feeling nothing but mine
Tired of hearing niggas rhyme and don't say "Shit"
Fuck is on a niggas mind, why don't they quit

Sucking my dick, looking for something new
Let you man hold something, with your whole something crew
You know how niggas do, we don't forget shit
If you were there when it's thin, then you there when it's thick
No hitch hikers, fuck that, the ride was rough
And if you a nigga that was with us, then that was rough
A lot of niggas that is with us, ain't cried enough
So now when niggas come and get us, we fires them up

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like wha

Motherfucker, thought that the X would stop
But I got niggas like 'Yo, who's the next to drop'
From his camp get the stamp, the grand champ, it's official
Think when you die, how many's gonna miss you
Lean over in your casket and kiss you
Send you on your way with a blessing
And pray that another learned a lesson
Smith and Wesson ended moneys life, now moneys wife's a widow
'Gave it to him full blast', nah dog just a little

Besides rap, I don't talk, but make plenty of moves
I'll murder ten of you fools, before your ready to choose
You either win or you lose, and I 'luh' to win
Even if it means I got to shed blood again
Keep a bank account doubling but don't hate me
Really thought that's what you said, would either make me or break me
No, and it don't take me long to write
Matter of fact I think I'll drop another song tonight, come on

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like wha
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All of my niggas get down like wha

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Rolling Sevens - Lyrics - Abc

Title: Rolling Sevens
Artist: Abc
Composer(s): Martin Fry, Keith Lowndes, Glenn Peter Gregory

Lyric:
I was tired of letting her
Taking me for what she could get
Smoking me down
Like her last cigarette

See luck's a dime in dozen
In a thousand different places
Every country cousin's
Holding five sweet aces
All of a sudden
Love shines down on me

Kissing you is like the angels kissing heaven
When I roll those dice, I swear I'm rolling sevens
I'll do whatever you want, whatever you say
Everything's going our way

Poets and philosophers
Can say what they like
But they've never been to your place
After the clock strikes midnight

Zooming in on you
Pulled me into focus
All the wild cards
Start turning into jokers
All of a sudden
Love shines down on me

Kissing you is like the angels kissing heaven
When I roll those dice, I swear I'm rolling sevens, sevens
I'll do whatever you want, whatever you say
Everything's going our way, yeah

Kissing you is like the angels kissing heaven
When I roll those dice, I swear I'm rolling sevens
I'll do whatever you want, whatever you say
Everything's going our way, yeah

Rolling sevens, rolling sevens, rolling sevens
Our way, yeah, rolling sevens, rolling sevens, yeah

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven, seven

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Keep Ya Head Up - Lyrics - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye - Jadakiss

Title: Keep Ya Head Up
Album: Kiss Tha Game Goodbye
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): C Thompson, Terry Lewis, James (Iii) Harris, Gary Hine, I Leeper, J Phillips

Lyric:
What up lil' man? What's the matter?
I wish I didn't have to be here
It's not that bad, it could always be worse, you know what I'm sayin'?
All you gotta do is stay in school
Anything you wanna do you could do you know what I'm sayin' baby?
No matter what though you gotta keep your head up to the sky

This goes out to all the infants
In this cold world that was born addicted
And to all the section eight kids
Just remember these four words y'all we gon' make it

The government keep on tryin' to fool us
The system, keep on tryin' to lose us
And all we can do is keep buyin' computers
And [Incomprehensible] all now 'fore it start goin' down

We gotta hold our head, keep our pride
Though it hurts when I see people sleep outside
Little babies with no socks on, eatin' popcorn
We all know what they moms and they pops on

Out go the love when the drugs come
They never got nuttin' for Christmas and they ain't Muslim
This is a jewel, a lot of us was them
This is a jewel, a lot of us was them

Your head to the sky
You can win as long as you keep
Your head to the sky

Uh, to my lock down niggaz keep your head in the sky
To my shot down niggaz keep your head in the sky
I don't know if it's better to ride or better to die
And that's why there's red in my eye

'Cause people don't know what the ghetto is like
Either you make it out, or the terrible life
I don't wanna be a broke bastard and everybody in the hood
Got somebody in they fam' with a coke habit

You work for minimum wage
I'ma get in the game, get shot or a bid in the cage
It's a risk I gotta take and I'ma be the nigga
With the bricks and the stash and the biscuit outta state

And even though I'm blessed with the gift
I gotta move 'cause the pain and the sickness gotta wait
I go extremely hard why let up?
And I can breathe long as I keep my head up

Your head to the sky
You can win as long as you keep
Your head to the sky

Aiyyo I come from a place where it's three strikes out
And your life's on the line, so we iced out
Summertime gettin' money, three dice out
Tanktops and jean shorts, we Niked out

Headbands and four wheelers
Jeeps and Coupes and Convos about who know more killers
It's all wrong but it's all right
It's a small world, matter of fact it's a small life

We all trip but the way to survive
Is hold your head and make sure you fall right
And it's a quite fact, that whatever goes around comes right back
It's just like that

And we tryin' to touch major paper
Everybody in the struggle, it gets greater later
Never say can't, it's better to try
And you can breathe long as you keep your head to the sky

Don't you let nobody stop you, mmm
Hey, hey, yeah

Your head to the sky
You can win as long as you keep
Your head to the sky

Your head to the sky
You can win as long as you keep
Your head to the sky

Don't look back, no time for looking back
Gotta keep on, gotta keep on, gotta go on, hey hey hey
[Incomprehensible], hey hey hey hey hey hey
Keep on, keep on, keep on, no, yeah

Your head to the sky
You can win as long as you keep
Your head to the sky

Your head to the sky
You can win as long as you keep
Your head to the sky

No time for looking back, hey
No matter what's going on before you
Gotta keep on, gotta keep on, gotta keep on, hey hey hey hey yeah
Be optimistic, yeah
Gotta keep on, gotta keep on, gotta keep on, gotta keep on, gotta go

Thanks I needed that
I got you, we gon' make it

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Dear Mr. President - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Dear Mr. President
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Percy Miller, Mckinley Jr Phipps, O'Dell Vickers

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Lyric:
Dear Mr. President I live in the hood
Where people live bad but say it's all good
And my homies slanging and robbing
Caught a misdemeanor felonies

We can't survive it and three strikes niggas out it
But we don't give a fuck 'cause niggas down here 'bout it, 'bout it
One nation in God we trust
But then you say Saddam ain't gonna fuck with us
(Uh)

Now you see how we feel niggas set trip, ride and gang bang
That's how they get killed you run from the press
We run from killers and jackers and wear bullet proof vest
Some say the president like weed and hoes

Down here it's young niggas riding sixes with o's, got
Terrorist wantin' to blow you away
I got niggas in the ghetto wantin' to take my place
You got secret service roamin' the streets
I got a bunch of no limit niggas ridin' with me

Dear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The President

Dear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The President

Dear Mr. President, mama just lost her job
Daddy just got paid, coming home he was robbed
Landlord giving us three days to disappear
Santa Claus missed our house this year

You got the White House protected by the government killers
We got the crack house protected by them neighborhood dealers
Opportunity ain't never knocked
And they be locking niggas up for slangin' petty rocks

If you could answer my questions I wouldn't stress
That's why a nigga smoke crack, snort coke
And hit the weed when they stress me
Niggas die in the ghetto put they face on a shirt

White folks get killed and its a city wide search
Go and holler at a nigga when you need a vote
My lil' homie got twenty for weed and coke
Nigga cross my heart and hope to die

I'm begging for change
But only you can take the tears
Out my people's eyes

Dear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The President

Dear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The President

Dear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The President

Dear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The President

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Killuminati - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Killuminati
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Tony Pizarro, Tupac Shakur, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Let it be prophesied, niggaz'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggaz get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones, niggaz is bold and they choose to roll
I kill 'em all, watch now, nigga truth be told

West side was the war cry, look how they scatter
Niggaz dyin' by my thirty yard, brains'll splatter
Wonder why these niggaz cross me
I'm certified crazy, so sick the world made me

Now diggy die, every time I ride it's for reasons
Hard to kill a nigga 'cause I'm comin' back like Jesus
Bow down to my ill nation runnin' from drug cases
Lookin' at my congregation so full of thug faces

Momma gave a nigga breath
A life of stress, I invest in a vest
And makin' niggaz watch they every step
Label me a threat and I ain't even got started with this shit yet

Thug style, baby, hands on my pistol
Listen I'm a ridah, every nigga breathin' pay attention
'Bout to show you motherfuckers how it feel, to drop a body
The simple gun to my lifestyle, Killuminati

Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you

After the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin' again
Till I make it yo, my military be prepared for them bustaz
Similar to, bitches that scary, get too near me we rushin'

Visions of over packed prisons, fiends and niggaz thug livin'
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us
They pull the heater ammunition it cranks
Move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place

They got me fiendin' for currency, the money be callin'
It's like I'm dreamin', see in season me ballin'
Participated in felonious behavior
Cock the cocked fo' five, snatchin' niggaz pagers

Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin' forty's, moved to harder shit
God damn, now I'm a grown man, I follow no man
Nigga got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati

Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you

I spend most of my time bankin' niggaz
Because they hate a nigga, comin' across fake niggaz
But we made niggaz, old school and I'm thinkin'
Y'all some bitch made niggaz and you steadily sinkin'

O U T L A W Z ain't nuttin' fuckin'
With that we bustin' back comin' back for the stacks
Laugh last cash cash, all I want is the paper
Givin' them fuckers tool whips, I rule haters

Y'all can't fade us, we kill steal and peal quickly
The boss niggaz, definitely, put it down strictly
E.D.I. Amin, until the law come for me
Kill 'em all for Shorty, ninety nine Killuminati

They got me thinkin strugglin' and hustlin's my only fate
Toppin' grams on the kitchen plate, tryin' to keep that money straight
Times is rollin' three up these streets sleep
But when I crack, hammer cocked back rapped in my sheets

My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts
Got a package from the devil, payin' my deeds
Preoccupied by the greed, in this crooked life I lead
More funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze
Me and my thugs clock G's simpin' naughty thangs
Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's Killuminati

Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you

Yo, yo, Makaveli up in this bitch, worldwide mash, Westside
The question we ask, do you know what time it is?
You know what type of shit we be, you want that hip-hop real
It's that hip-hop that's real, hip-hop that's worldwide, feel?

Fuck with me, nigga, you get killed
It don't get no realer than this
What's my motherfuckin' name nigga?
What's my muh'fuckin' name nigga?

What's my muh'fuckin' name?
Outlawz in this bitch, rap pro at his finest
Repeat, Death Row at it's finest
Nigga, you know what time it is?

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Rock Around The Clock - Lyrics - Sex Pistols

Title: Rock Around The Clock
Artist: Sex Pistols
Composer(s): Jimmy De Knight, Max Friedman

Lyric:
One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock rock
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock
Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock rock
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight

Put your glad rags on and join me, hon'
We'll have some fun when the clock strikes one
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
We're gonna rock, rock, rock 'til broad daylight
We're gonna rock, gonna rock it around the clock tonight

When, when the clock strikes two, three and four
If the band slows down, we'll yell for more
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
Rock, rock, rock 'til broad daylight
We're gonna rock, gonna rock it around the clock tonight

Yeah, and when the clock chimes five, six and seven
We'll be rockin' up in seventh heaven
Gonna rock around the clock tonight
We're gonna rock, rock, rock 'til broad daylight
We're gonna rock, gonna rock it around the clock tonight, yeah
Oh, yeah

Well, we're gonna rock around the clock
Oh, we're gonna rock around the clock
We're gonna rock, we're gonna rock around the clock tonight

We're gonna rock, rock, rock around the clock, clock, clock
We're gonna rock around the clock
We're gonna rock, we're gonna rock around the clock tonight

And when the clock strikes twelve, we'll cool off then
Start a rockin' around [Incomprehensible] again
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
We're gonna rock, rock, rock 'til broad daylight
We're gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight

We're gonna rock, rock, rock around the clock, clock, clock
We're gonna rock around the clock
We're gonna rock, we're gonna rock

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(Wearing Your) Heart On Your Sleeve - Lyrics - Motorhead

Title: (Wearing Your) Heart On Your Sleeve
Artist: Motorhead
Composer(s): Mickey Dee, Lemmy Kilmister, Philip Anthony Campbell

Lyric:
Clock is still ticking, why don't you listen?
Ain't got the time that you had yesterday
Can't be so blind, way out of line
Thinking the world wants to hear what you say

Nobody ever knows why
Nobody ever knows who
Nobody sees that we're all on our knees
Looking for reasons to do what we do

Hey, what the hell, get out of your shell
Time to get back to when truth was all true
Get me some danger, get me a stranger
Time to be counted and pay up my dues

Stand or fall
Get ourselves something that we can believe
Fight or crawl
Use what you find in yourself to succeed
Stand or fall
Wearing your heart on your sleeve

Politics suck, you'll be shit out of luck
If you ever mess with the methods they use
No way to doubt, three strikes you're out
You against them, it's your freedom you lose

Nobody questions the law
Nobody questions the man
Nobody cares 'cos nobody knows where
We go to so we can kick out the jams

Hey, what the hell, you know yourself well
Get back to your honor and pride
Time for some slamming, time for some jamming
Take us away from the snare of their lies

Stand or fall
Get ourselves something that we can believe
Fight or crawl
Use what you find in yourself to succeed
Stand or fall
Wearing your heart on your sleeve

Baby

We're on the run, we're under the gun
Sneaking and hiding, away from the sun
Breaking the law, don't know what for
Our generation is made up of whores

Get out of town, get out of jail
Nobody here gonna make us our bail
Don't really care that my life isn't fair
Hard on your head in the electric chair

Out of your mind, deaf, dumb and blind
Don't know how people can be so unkind
Grown up too soon, grown up too soon
Too many wolves looking up at the moon

Way too clean, too fucking healthy, you know what I mean
Way too rich, every executive son of a bitch
Way too mean, they're all to eager to feed the machine
Way too smart, gonna come down and break all of our hearts
Way too slick , way they schmooze, like to making me sick

Time to leave
Wearing your heart on your sleeve
Wearing your heart on your sleeve

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My Block (Remix) - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: My Block (Remix)
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Osten Harvey, Francisco Pimentel, Ray Coleman, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Damn, take a ride to my block
My block, that's right heh
[Incomprehensible] on my motherfuckin' block

They got a nigga sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears
'Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlyin' cause of my arrest, my life is stressed
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
For all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm gettin' worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us, ghetto bastards

What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire?
Life in the pen ain't for me, 'cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on a four five
My neighborhood ain't the same
'Cause all these little babies goin' crazy
And they sufferin' in the game and I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hope 'cause it don't stop on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

Now shits constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin' in hail, when will we prevail?
Fearin' jail but crack sales got me livin' well
And the system's suicidal with this thug's life
Stayin' strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, 'cause I'm starvin' can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies my life is hard
Can't sleep 'cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism 'cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from A.K's in the drive by
Swollen pride and homicide don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
'Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin' black life
But I can't blame the dealers

My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shits real, I know you feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin' out pickin' up game, sippin' cheap liquor
Gamin' the hooches, hopin' I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin' strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin' phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin' focus on my block

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
On my block
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still play
But on our block we still play

And block parties in tha projects lastin' way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break night
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send 'em ends, but it's tough on a friend
In my mind I see the same motherfuckers ballin'
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growin' up in this world where everythin' is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes

Tryin' to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody knows my name
Swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin' pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game from my block
Thats right

Livin' life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see
Rest in peace to all the muh'fuckers who passed away
Every block is kinda mean
From all the blocks that I'm from
But on our block we still play

One twelve street, Seventh Avenue, New York, Uptown
Know what I'm sayin?
But on our block we still play
183rd and Walt, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play
122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play

Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right
But on our block we still play
In the jungle of Atlantic city, that's my block, that's right
But on our block we still play

Los Angeles, aha, that's my block too
But on our block we still play
Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure
But on our block we still play

And all the other blocks around this motherfucker
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all niggaz stay kickin' up dust
Representin' motherfuckin' block

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Bitches 2 - Lyrics - O.G. Original Gangster - Ice T

Title: Bitches 2
Album: O.G. Original Gangster
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): George Clinton, William Earl Collins, Marshall E Jones, Bernie Worrell, Gregory A Webster, Leroy Bonner, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marvin R Pierce, Norman Bruce Napier, Tracy Marrow, Ralph Middlebrooks

Lyric:
I once knew this brother
Who I thought was cool with me
Chilled out together
Even went to school with me
Fly nigga, my ace boon coon
We used to low ride together
Shot dice in the bathroom
You want trouble
Well trouble you found
'Cause we diss ya, then issue
The critical beat down
He needed money
I would always come through
Needed a car he could use mine too
But bust this
Out on the street
People say he was riffin'
Callin' me a sucker
Talkin' bout how foul I'm livin'
Someone heard him
Poppin' that shit last week
Frontin' for some pussy
From some big butt freak
Sayin' I'm his worker
I was on his dick
Talkin' that crazy old weak assed shit
And after all of that
She still walked away
How ya gonna diss your boy
To get some play?
And when I stepped to him about it
He said, who snitched?

Yo, how did he go out?
He went out like a bitch
So ladies
We just ain't talkin' 'bout you
'Cause some of you niggas
Is bitches too

I knew this brother named Mitch
Stong player
He meet a girl, in five minutes he lay her
Trucked crazy jewels
Hands smothered in ice
Been to prison not once, but twice
Kept a stupid thick posse
Made of thugs and
Crooks and hoods
And vet hustlers
Who were up to no good
But they all stood behind him
And watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo
Mitch got rushed by the feds last week
They snatched by the trunk
Of his white Cornice
Took a look inside
And what did they see
Two keys and a gallon of P.C.P
Oh shit, the thought crashed
Mitch's subliminal
Three strikes, that's called
Habitual criminal
So instead of goin' under
He snitched on his whole posse
Maxed at the crib
And sipped Martini and Rossi
Sold out his whole crew
That rat named Mitch

Yo, how did he go out?
He went out like a bitch
So ladies
We just ain't talkin' 'bout you
'Cause some of you'll niggas
Is bitches too

I knew this guy
That was never that fly
Couldn't act cool
Even when he tried
When we played rough
He always cried
When he told stories, he always lied
A black brother
Who was missin' the cool part
He had the color
But was missin' the true heart
When we would fight
He would always go down quick
So he took karate
And he still got his ass kicked
But now he's married
And he kicks his wife's ass
Says it comes from problems
That he had in the past
Doesn't like blacks
Claims he's upper class
Joined the police, got himself a badge
Now he rolls the streets
And he's out to jack
Doggin' young brothers
'Cause they usually don't fight back
Got a white partner
And he asked for that
And every night
Another head they crack
So now he's big man
But he really ain't shit

Yo, how did he go out?
He went out like a bitch
So ladies
We just ain't talkin' 'bout you
'Cause a lot of this pigs
Are bitches too

Out one night with my crew
And some new kid
I didn't know homeboy, but evil E did
So I thought he was cool
We rode in his ride
Rag top tray on Daytons
Lifted side to side
We hit the party deep
Niggas was hawkin' me
You could feel the vibe
Of thick artillery
Parliament was on, some O.G shit
I put my back to the wall
And felt my pistol grip
All of a sudden
Niggas started trippin'
Flippin', the record started skippin'
Wildin', fools started lockin' up
Gats cracked
The room started smokin' up
Me and he hit the floor
And then the back door
My boys let off an automatic encore
But when we made it out to the ride
It was gone, we had to shoot it out
Side by side
Punk left us there to die in a ditch

Yo, how did he go out?
He went out like a bitch
So ladies
We just ain't talkin' 'bout you
'Cause you scary ass niggas
Is bitches too

So if you're wonderin'
Why we are lookin' at you
Funny if you thought
You always tell a brother
You've got a lot of money
But you don't 'cause
Yo lad you know what I be frontin'
I'ma tell you why?
'Cause
You act like you can fight
But when there's a real fight
You find out that
Your I'ma do it eyes, I'ma do it eyes
No, you ain't, man
No, you ain't come
A brother think you've got back up
But you really don't
You know why
I wouldn't even hit you with my fist
I'd smack that shit out of you
'Cause
I know the real brothers

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Walkin' On Fire - Lyrics - Wildside - Loverboy

Title: Walkin' On Fire
Album: Wildside
Artist: Loverboy
Composer(s): Paul Warren Dean, Taylor Laurence Rhodes, Todd Cerney

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Lyric:
I can't stop when you're smokin' in the third degree
A dead shot, she takes aim and now I'm history
Right on the money, make no mistake
She can sting you like a rattlesnake

Red hot, she redefines the word fantasy
A hurricane, a heart attack
A tidal wave that you can't hold back

I'm walkin', I'm walkin' on fire
Walkin', I'm walkin' on fire, I'm taking my turn
I'm burnin', I'm burnin' when the lightning strikes
I'm walkin' on fire

Green light, there's no stopping when the word is go
Fahrenheit, one on one, and now I'm ready to blow
Relieve the pressure, works like a charm
She got me ringin' like a three-alarm

Stage fright, she got me shaking like a tremolo
A hurricane, a heart attack
A tidal wave that you can't hold bock

I'm walkin', I'm walkin' on fire
Walkin', walkin' on fire, I'm taking my turn
I'm burnin' , I'm burnin' when the lightning strikes
I'm walkin' on fire

A hurricane, a heart attack
A tidal wove that you can't hold back
I'm walkin', I'm walkin' on fire
Walkin', walkin' on fire, oh yeah

I'm walkin', walkin' on fire
I'm walkin', walkin' on fire, I'm taking my turn
I'm burnin', I'm burnin' when the lightning strikes
I'm walkin' on fire

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