Thug 4 Life - Lyrics - Loyal to the Game - 2pac

Title: Thug 4 Life
Album: Loyal to the Game
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Thug for life nigga
Can't you read the signs?
Fuck it man

Whatchu doin'? Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck
Can you put your middle finger
Out the window gettin' fucked off, liquor?
Get loaded can't control it
Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bones act to the whole stack, that's fo sho black

To be a mack and keep your dough fat
And tell me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt
And now I'm in the rap game like the crack game, I got enemies

Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin' Magnum, what does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus, plus, shots at my adversaries
Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried
'Cause I'll be buckin' in a fuckin' hurry

Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

Game, thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money
But you stuck on these fake bitches
And jealous muthafuckas can't see
That it's the fame that caught
These stupid bitches, pass the pussy free

So tell me why you sweatin' a muthafucka like me?
A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's
You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
Jumpin' around at the shows
And your the first muthafucka to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun

Little trick ass punk
Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply
Muthafucka
Give a holla to my niggas in the bay
I'm livin' in L.A. still clutchin' on my AK

Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why
Tell 'em thug for life, high till I die
When 'em stupid ass bitches ask why, tell 'em

Thug for life, bitch
Yeah nigga, thug life, from now till the muthafuckin' ever
Have notz in this muthafucka
Yeah, no doubt

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Ready 4 Whatever - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Ready 4 Whatever
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): J Jackson, T Himes, Tupac Shakur, G S Heron

Lyric:
Rule number one, niggaz die, daily
Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell yeah
What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga?
Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest, run up nigga

There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame
Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin' on blunts and gettin' drunk to keep from goin' under

Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy
Got my pistol out the window screamin', "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I just another victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick 'em

Niggaz die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to Heaven before me

Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught
Had a motherfuckin' ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be together
Until then I'm ready 4 whatever, c'mon

Yeah, niggaz movin' somethin' in the nine-trey
It's all about makin' money, gettin' yours
And knockin' coppers off the motherfuckin' planet
Word to the motherfuckin' nine nigga
We gonna make this motherfucker ours
If they don't feel me, they gon' kill me
So Syke, get skanless nigga

Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heaven?
After all this shit I did with my Mac-11
Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda saved me
That's the way that daddy raised me

Oh God, help me I'm losin' it
So fuck it, take me I'm doin' it
I need to change and look for a better way
I got a hundred round clip to my AK

Commitin' sins I might die in vain
So fuck it, we'll live off the street fame
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the intersection

I know you're out there help a young brother
'Til then I'ma smoke motherfuckers
Things wouldn't be so bad
If we got the things that we never had, I'm ready 4 whatever

That's my motherfuckin' nigga there
Big ballin' ass Syke
Yeah nigga, you schooled them young bustas
On how it is to be a real motherfuckin' G
In the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin' daily so you best be packin'
If you ain't, boo-yaow motherfucker

Dear mama I know you worry 'cause I'm hardly at home
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it 'cause I can't take it got me livin' in Hell
Like I'm walkin' with a secret that'll kill me if I tell

I live the Thug Life and can't nobody, change me
Not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game
So much caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
When I die, bury me with my fo'-five

And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga
Goin' to Hell with my finger on the trigger
Now everybody's starin'
Got a nigga losin' hair and they wonder if I'm all there

Well, don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers
When niggaz gettin' richer, mo' money
Now tell me if you wanna live forever
Niggaz dyin' so be ready 4 whatever

Yeah, ready 4 whatever
Ready 4 whatever
Thug Life niggaz and we be ready 4 whatever
Let me go like this, ready 4 whatever
Huh, Big Syke he be ready 4 whatever
My nigga Kato, ready 4 whatever
Pain, he's ready 4 whatever

And my nigga Bam Bam, he ready 4 whatever
My nigga Banks just be ready 4 whatever
Modu, he's ready 4 whatever
Big Serg, we ready 4 whatever
Charlie Tango, ready 4 whatever
My nigga Pac, be ready 4 whatever
Yeah, ready 4 whatever
Ready 4 whatever

My big-ballin' ass nigga Boom, ready 4 whatever fo' sho'
Yeah, you know
This how the player's do it
I know you standin' there confused
You wonderin', what type of nigga is a Thug Life nigga?
Yeah hehehe nigga, we be the ballin' player-ass nigga
About gettin' riches, bitches and plenty loc'
Ready 4 whatever

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Who Do You Love? - Lyrics - Loyal to the Game - 2pac

Title: Who Do You Love?
Album: Loyal to the Game
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Luis Resto, Randy Walker, Marshall Mathers, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me

Ever since I was a young scrub
I was a thug on the corner with my niggaz slangin' drugs
I'm runnin' from the narcs when they pass by
Don't ask why, I'm a hustler till my ass die

Even if I do come up, I'll be ready when they run up, huh
I'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh
I never trust these hoes at all
Fucking with them tramp ass sluts, you suppose to fall

Since she played you for you money but the shit was cool
Yes, it's true niggaz be bitches too
You can't see how she worked you, all up in her skirt
Now you looking like a jerk, 'cause she hurt you

Now heads up, don't be a playa, hater
Just peep game, keep your mind on your money
Watch the bitch change
See hoes love thugs and thugs love loot
Hand it over, motherfucker, before I shoot

Who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Tell me, who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me

Who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Tell me, who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me

I'm livin' that thug life, baby
Steady smoking endo, going crazy
Baby, come and hug me
When you rub me, turn the lights down
We in the dark, do you love me

Everybody is talking 'bout they know me
But they ain't down like my motherfucking homies
Tell me what you need when you see me
And we can get it on, biatch, take it easy

Don't try to hold me, control me
But you can take my number, baby, call me when you lonely
'Cause it's a mans world, ain't no need to ask why
I'm high till I die and strapped with my 4-5

'Cause you can lose it in the gutter
I wonder if I die by the hands of another broke motherfucker
They call me the alcoholer, I'm all in, thug for life nigga ballin'

I'm gettin' tired of these hoes tryna play me
You can't fade me and my niggaz going crazy
All day long I'm straight thuggin' and constantly mean muggin'
Breakin' the bitches that be buggin'

Tell me who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Tell me, who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me

Who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Tell me who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me

Who do you love?

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Life Goes On - Lyrics - R.U.L.E. - Ja Rule

Title: Life Goes On
Album: R.U.L.E.
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Andre L Parker, Jeffrey B Atkins, Irving Domingo Lorenzo, Maurice Young

Lyric:
Yeah, this one goes out
To all my niggaz across the world
Goin' through that struggle
Feelin' that pain, we wit you my niggaz
But no matter what God has planned for us
Know this, life goes on

I pour out the liquor for, ohh
I wish, I wish, I wish for, yeah
For all my niggaz that's dead and gone, ohh yeah
I'ma see you when I get there, life goes on

I pour out the liquor for, ohh
I wish, I wish, I wish for, yeah
For all my niggaz that's dead and gone, ohh yeah
I'ma see you when I get there, life goes on

They say kill or be killed's the only way to live these days
So how come only my hood niggaz live this way
We put together the puzzle but still stuck in a maze
I put it all in perspective 'cause I'm comin' of age

28 and I see more niggaz go to the grave
More mommas in pain, more murals wit names, ey
Sometimes you look to the Lord to blame
And pray everyday wishin' that things could change

'Cause I'm just wishin' you was here my niggaz
Wish that you could be wit me to ball my niggaz
Send a sign I'm on call niggaz
Promise to pick me up if I fall my niggaz

The way I wish y'all was still alive, I know
Through memories y'all still alive, and I know
Through my eyes in my mind you'll live 4 ever

I pour out the liquor for, ohh
I wish, I wish, I wish for, yeah
For all my niggaz that's dead and gone, ohh yeah
I'ma see you when I get there, life goes on

I pour out the liquor for, ohh
I wish, I wish, I wish for, yeah
For all my niggaz that's dead and gone, ohh yeah
I'ma see you when I get there, life goes on

I pour it out 4 my niggaz that's dead and gone
As 4 my niggaz in prison I throw it up 'cause I'm ridin' for 'em
Big Black and Lil Will them there my niggaz still
Mu Tah and Lil Itchy you know a nigga miss you

Tron and Lil Al, Bam Skeet and Younger Al
Tron and Lil Trap I wish y'all was still here
And I ain't a heard a word for more than 10 years
I feel that if I'd been there, he's still be here

But I'ma hold it down and ain't gon' cry about it
'Cause I'ma holla atcha I'll see you in the next life
And I'll still be that same nigga
Still doin' thug thizzle

Wearin' the same ol' Dickies
Then we can drink the same Henny
'Cause back then that's how we did it
So how could I forget it

My three daughters and goals out the doors
I lost in the struggle
My homie and my oldest brother

I pour out the liquor for, ohh
I wish, I wish, I wish for, yeah
For all my niggaz that's dead and gone, ohh yeah
I'ma see you when I get there, life goes on

I pour out the liquor for, ohh
I wish, I wish, I wish for, yeah
For all my niggaz that's dead and gone, ohh yeah
I'ma see you when I get there, life goes on

What part of the game is this my nigga
Wish you was wit me in my 6 my nigga
While you was flippin' them bricks I figure
I been floodin' the streets wit hits my nigga

You told me give it my heart
I gave it my love
I gave it my life
But you was my blood

You bringin' me pain dawg
But I'm on the grind
I'm tryin' to stay focused
I'm losin' my mind

I'm missin' you dearly
I wish you was here dawg
Fuckin' these hoes wit me
But instead I'm in tears

But when you passed it rained
And God's tears took away the fuckin' pain
So look man, ey, I can't cry no more
You died once and you can't die no more, no more
So they can't stop me now
The only way is if they pop me now, I'ma hold it down

I pour out the liquor for, ohh
I wish, I wish, I wish for, yeah
For all my niggaz that's dead and gone, ohh yeah
I'ma see you when I get there, life goes on

I pour out the liquor for, ohh
I wish, I wish, I wish for, yeah
For all my niggaz that's dead and gone, ohh yeah
I'ma see you when I get there, life goes on

Damn, y'all niggaz got me
Feelin' this shit in here man
V- I miss you, it's aiight tho, life goes on
No matter what, life goes on, right?

I wanna say to all my peoples
All my niggaz, all my family
Just in case I don't get a chance to
I love y'all, IG, life goes on

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Down 4 U - Lyrics - Ashanti

Title: Down 4 U
Artist: Ashanti
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, S Aurelius, Jeffrey B Atkins, Andre Parker, Ashanti S Douglas, Roger Troutman, Tiffany Lane Jarmon, L Rayner, Larry Troutman

Lyric:
New Ja Rule, Vita, Charlie Baltimore, Ashanti
Fat Joe, All Murder Inc
Irv Gotti, Chris, TNT
What

I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
Do ya trust me? Yeah
Love me? Yeah

You're puttin' it on me ya must be
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the Rule baby)

I ride 4 u, die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick

This chick, no intentions of bein' offensive
The women by callin' ya'll bitches
My down ass bitches
Still my queen bitch's cut look clean

On ya finger, next to the finger, ya flipped at me
And this no in between me and you
Only me and you
Who else gon' put it on me like the Rule

God only looks after children and foo's
And you not so who gon' look after you
It's Rule baby

True baby, it's only for you baby
Vita thighs only divide if you beside
'Cause I love the way you touch me
Nobody can get it

And if it's comin' and gunnin'
Just come in it and spit it
So when ya gone for a minute
I just fantasize like if it's you, it's all in it

Then I'm satisfied 'til' you come back to me
Holdin' stack and jewels
V I T A and my nigga Ja Rule, baby

I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
Do ya trust me? Yeah
Love me? Yeah

You're puttin' it on me ya must be
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the Rule baby)

I ride 4 u, die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick

I'm gonna be here when ya need
Rule, baby can always count on me
No, you don't ever have to worry
You know I'll make it in a hurry

I'm here for ya and I won't never leave tears for ya
'Cause boy ya got to me
There will never be another for me
You'll always be my one and only

Baby girl, would ya bust ya gun with me?
(Yeah, yeah)
Lie to the feds to come get me?
(Yeah, yeah)

And if I died, kill for me?
(Yeah, yeah)
Are you trustin' me?
(Yeah, yeah)

Are you lovin' me?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, let's get it grinnin'
Like we asked for the Simpsons or Ike and Anna Mehoe

On one their good days
You smile like sun rays five five
With brown eyes and thick legs
Only for the Rule baby

I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
Do ya trust me? Yeah
Love me? Yeah

You're puttin' it on me ya must be
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the Rule baby)

I ride 4 u, die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick

Now baby, I told you I can show you better than I can tell you
Don't try to bring conversey and mail
Just sweet words and naked photos
I'm still that pretty down, down ass 2 cars behind ya 6

And I diss any clown ass rockin' my brown ass
Only a down ass and it's all for you
I'm grown a tad bit since we been at like rare bitches
To move a little bumper and it's
And it's all for Rule

Shit, who gon' love you like that?
Thug with you wit a stack to the ceilin'
And spilt in the dub with you
'Cause I played my position with K.O.D's, O.G's

Until that blood shed, blood red and we O-Ded
Remember every word that ya told me
Showed me, hold me

All you need in your life is Chuck, drugs, and dubs on 22's
Now tell me who the hunny for you, Chuck

I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
Do ya trust me? Yeah
Love me? Yeah

You're puttin' it on me ya must be
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the Rule baby)

I ride 4 u, die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick

I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
Do ya trust me? Yeah
Love me? Yeah

You're puttin' it on me ya must be
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the Rule baby)

I ride 4 u, die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick

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Ghetto Star - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Ghetto Star
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Gregory Banks, Sean Cole, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
For all my niggas in the hood
Livin' the life of a ghetto star
You know, you know how we do it
Makaveli

Just holla my name an' witness game official
Niggas is so shamed they stand stiff like scared bitches
While I remain inside a paradox called my block
Though gunshots is promise to me, when will I stop?

I hit the weed an' hope to God I can fly high
Witness my enemies die when I ride by
They shouldn't have tried me I send they bodies to their parents up north
With they faces, they wrists and they nuts cut off

"Fuck 'em all," what I scream as I dream in tounges
Fuck a trick, get me rich an' the bitches will come
Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter
Bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatter

Eat a dick, biatch, mercy, never that
Have them say you comin' back, bring it on, forever strapped
Introduce you to the pleasure an' the pain, you can go so far
Just sell me ya soul, livin' in the life of a ghetto star

I live the life of a thug nigga, drug dealer livin' game tight
Mug niggas, slug niggas for the fame life
Laced with game, practice on takin' pain
Quick to slain an' let it rein through your brain

Street smart, efficient, intelligent
An' keep suckers hitten 'til snitches start smellin' me
Movin' niggas with telekinesis
Keepin' Channel 7 at work filmin' different features

Beatin' niggas to an early death with their head blown
An' to those who didn't make it to the morgue was just dead an' gone
An' hope niggas got punished, kidnapped
Jacked in the back with macks to they lap rats waitin' to get done

We tossed his ass out, mob related
One more nigga found shot up with his dick in his mouth
Printed my name in tha streets as a motherfuckin' G
Now the next generations lookin' up to me

Walkin' through the cemetery, talkin' to my homies that was buried
See my enemies wanna see me dead I ain't worried
Forgive me, please give me shelter for all my fears
Lifted my head from my hands, had a palm of tears

I see bodies gettin' splashed with acid
Two shots rang from the plastic glock, wrapped in plastic
Bury the bastard, time to notify
His family, shit, ain't nothin' left to be identified

Evacuate the crime scene fast
Why? Heard the Feds had a warrant for my ass
Fly, I won't touch down 'til I see Tijuana
Set up shop sellin' them crooked cops marijuana

Label me a success, I made this switch
Retired from the life that never gave me shit
With cash that I couldn't spend, countless cars
An addict for a wife, my life as a ghetto star

Got the word that some nerds wanna plot on this
Hit the curb, let it swerve, had to stop they grip
No remorse, no repentance as I buck one down
Straight to the morgue as I plan on shuttin' shit down

Born soldiers, fucked him up with a mac 4
Torn ligaments, all up in that niggas shoulder
And a vest couldn't protect that flesh
'Cause I got slugs to knock the air outta your chest

Death, apparently they wasn't sucker free
'Cause I had all them wannabe thug niggas in protective custody
I guess they heard that I got them birds
Thought I was a nerd 'til I bucked one of them to the curb

Luxury livin' lavish with dreams of dyin' rich
With a team an' clientele on my motherfuckin' dick
An' gettin' down on these snitch bitches
Protectin' riches, by givin' stitches life as a ghetto star

When I grow up I wanna be like them
My life as a ghetto star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
My life as a ghetto star

When I grow up I wanna be like them
Live my life as a ghetto star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
An' live my life as a ghetto star

When I grow up I wanna be like them
An' live my life as a ghetto star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
An' live my life as a ghetto star

This goes out to all you motherfuckers out there that still
Have to kill to make that money
All you niggas on the blocks, sellin' rocks
Hand to hand, runnin' from the police

I see you live your life as a ghetto star
Talkin' to hood rat bitches, claimin' you gettin' riches
Runnin' from tha playa haters
Livin' life as a ghetto star

Niggas with two strikes that don't wanna see the third
I feel you
This is the Don Makaveli
Livin' my life as a ghetto star, fuck 'em

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Ghetto Life - Lyrics - Birdman - Birdman

Title: Ghetto Life
Album: Birdman
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): Dewayne Carter, Dean. K C Giles, Terrance Quaites, Brian Williams

Lyric:
Ok, we got the Birdman in the building
We got Killa in the building
We got Young Weezy in the building

Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy, baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty
An' I ain't speakin' Gs, I'm talkin' M
An' I'm walkin' like a pimp in them all street tims

Man, shorty got more green than a Boston Gems
Green Austen, they don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a fuckin' boss up in here

How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for this year?
'Cuz Me an' Stunna 'bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, cash money off the diet
I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze
But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay

I'm raised in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazin' grace
An' prone to move coke at a amazin' pace
Man, my daddy, super Dave, let's race it
Real, not have me, B. I'ma win it, I'm a champ

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life

See, I ride on them shake when I'm pimpin' them hoes
Just that Sunshine City, when I'm smokin' that dro
When it comes to this ice, real livin' his life
Get money, pimpin' hoes with these ghetto type

Nigga, check the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hood rich nigga, flippin' birds on a bike
Not survive in this world with guns, pahs an' knifes
Pour out a lil' liquor, mami lost her life

All my niggaz in the penitentiary, holdin' that life
See I'm stunnin' for my niggaz with this chromed out pipes
This swish interry foreign German lifes
An' I keep this big toolie just protect my ice

I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of that white
But it's the Birdman, Daddy, with these ghetto stripes
Ghetto hood, ghetto pipe
Ghetto walk, with my ghetto life

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life

Ayyo, the duck just born, I need seven more leaders
C.Five, Fo' Fum an' a 74 fever
Act up though I let the 4 fever leave ya
Dice game, head crack, 64 fever

When I'm in L.A., I got 64 fever
An' a fever for the flava of a six foot diva
I told the po' to feave her, I'm about to crook
Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to cook

With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block
Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo spots
That's how coke for that cook up his watch

I'm one of those, that will look up to Pac
'Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops
All they say is, look at his drop
Hand on my license, look at his watch

But, thug shit, dog, we down with Baby
We come through clownin', baby
An' if we, surrounded babies, duck tape the kids to the wall
Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa

In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto life

It's nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby, holla
Jim Jones, Santana, what's good? Roc-a-Fella
Birdman, fly to hood near you, then they got 'em cheap
Yeah, ya know, ya know, get that call out one more time

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Hell 4 A Hustler - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Hell 4 A Hustler
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Damon Thomas, Tupac Shakur, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Get on yo' knees nigga
Get on yo' knees and pray

Huh, increase the doses, bustin' whoever closest
Thug livin', Hell or prison, never losin' my focus
I'm makin' money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin' and still bustin'
Till the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin' my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin' villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I laugh till I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
In a dirty bitch, waitin' to trick me, not the life for me
Livin' carefree, till I'm buried and if they dare me

I'm bustin' on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly
A man of military means in my artillery
Watchin' over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Sellin' dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowin' if this game'll last, feelin' ashamed
Of cocaine, the product of the Devil, am I sellin' my soul?
Got tired of small time livin', niggaz tellin' me no
I got mine, fuck them other suckers that's the mentality
Jealous-ass bustaz, make it Hell for us

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious
Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness
If I fail, then I suffer, bein' broke is hell 4 a hustler
So I stay strugglin' and jugglin' with all the might I can muster
Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in
One's five's and ten's was funny money
So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'
Real nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough
What you thought? All for lost homies in plenty battles
Last two years shed plenty tears and I'll send plenty at you
Let me catch you slippin' you soft niggaz is outta here
In case you forgot we on the same shit that got us here

Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make
Every jail I break, every mill' I ate
Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
On the block duckin' charges, nigga fuck the sergeant
He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
Listen tho' I'm missin' dough I gotta gather mo'
Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words
For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz
They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son
Dyin' luck none supply us with much guns
I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya
Slangin' cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef till I burn
Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social
Niggaz shakin' like they caught the holy ghost when I approach 'em
Try to politic, before I smoke 'em, like Sun Zu
Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
Best believe they comin' for my dogs in the mornin'

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
Strikes, walkin' close to my third, I live a trouble life
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz
Either Heaven or jail, it's still Hell 4 a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

This is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild till they all die
This is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild until they all die, outlaw
Yes, change my ways yes, the Black Jesuz guide us through this
Weary weary weary weary only God can save us
Nuttin' but boss players Outlawz and thugs

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Can'T Hustle 4 Ever - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Can'T Hustle 4 Ever
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin, Michael Masser, Kimberly Laurice Ward, Darren Clowers, Anthony Henderson, Andre Taylor

Lyric:
Hey yo, I'm tired of runnin these streets, yo
I'm tired of hustlin
Y'all motherf**kers think this is all a game
This shit ain't easy, this is all I know
What am I supposed to do now? huh?

Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?
Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?

It was you and me against the world
We switched the game up
Hustlin forever together before we came up
It changed our paths we went our separate ways
No more ridin on them niggaz for me, how I miss those days
Swore up and down you was a super thug, so it's told
But had compassion for your foes wit'cha heart of gold
While I was rappin and singing you started slangin and bangin
But with money comes greed saw your heart it was changin
Niggaz out on the street, your peeps gettin covered in sheets
You relied on heat to keep you from suffering defeat
And now you're different like these savages, you're soul golfed
Out
I know you're hurtin everytime I see your soul from you
You at your crossroads, whatcho gonna do?
Where you going, boo?
Street is watchin just to take your soul from you
Who will feed your seed if you're locked down, or better yet
Dead?
Did you live your life to the fullest when you take your last
Breath?
Do you know?

Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?
Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?

Come follow me into my life, my life, my life
I'm a young hustla
This is to get paid as I stay clean away from bustas
Strugglin is in my blood
Mentality thug, reality I'm f**ked up
I gotta go get it my goddamn self, cause ain't nobody about to
Give me shit
Gotta go out and get the rent pay
So I'ma be out here on this block with these rocks and this
Glock
Until I profit could you stop it?
Mama used to say 'but until I see it better, it got to be this
Way'
And it don't look like I be going nowhere, nowhere
Looks like I'm stuck in this here ghetto
Even though I done got this dream of being famous
This is really short, and if I don't make it by the end of the
Year
Shit's feelin to be changin I'ma be dangerous, bangin nigga's
Brain
Nigga, I'ma start sharin my pain and bang
Hey, this shit we do for the dollar, dollar bill y'all
So, before I get killed y'all
I gotta make better ain't tryin hustle forever, ever

Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?
Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?

God, please I know you see me livin better that this
But, truthfully it's hard for Dre to comprehend cause it's
Cheddar to get
If I don't hustle I can't eat
So in these streets it's you and me
Takin these fair penitentiary chances
Plus some real finances that'll (?) me and my fam to better
Circumstances
Rider quote 'man even though I know I know how this game go'
Got the green light for cash and I can't let time pass
Gotta grabs mines reality's a mutha
Tryin to hold on to all my survivin thugs brothas
See, this life'll make you sharp and hard two clenched fists for
The struggle
Ride for my thug nation that love to hustle hard
With slugs from berettas, doing dirty business
Some niggaz still can't get together collecting figgas
Make it impossible to hustle forever
But life's a struggle we gonna survive until something come
Along better
RIDERS

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Survival Of The Fittest (New Version) - Lyrics - Free Agents: The Murda Mixtape - Mobb Deep

Title: Survival Of The Fittest (New Version)
Album: Free Agents: The Murda Mixtape
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson

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Lyric:
Yeah, sendin' this one out, to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed, without weed, knowhatI'msayin'?
That old real shit

There's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from
You could run, but you can't hide forever
From these, streets that we done took
You walkin' witcha head down scared to look

You shook, 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control

They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rock steady
By the mac one double, I touch you
And leave you with not much to go home wit

My skin is thick, 'cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, puffin' lye relaxin'
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug proof underneath my guess

God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixin' vodka and milk

I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my enemies with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin' how to act
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back

Or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black
That I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive

Yo, yo, we livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin' it)

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
(We livin' this 'til the day that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Survival of the fit only the strong)

I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin' to get dough y'know
When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that
As long as fiends smoke crack
I'll be on the block hustlin' countin' my stacks

No doubt, watchin' my back and proceed with caution
Five oh, lurkin', no time to get lost in the system
Niggaz usin' fake names to get out quick
My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces

Illegal world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God
But shit happens for a reason
You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin'

You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult
Wild on the streets I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, 'cause hoes like to run game

Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin' shit
I'm like a Jew, savin' dough so I can big whip
Pushin' a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin' in the projects, forever

Jakes on the blocks we out clever
If beef, we never seperate and pull together
When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings hurt

My crew's all about loot
Fuck lookin' cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin' L's, laid back, enjoyin' the smell
In the bridge gettin' down it ain't hard to tell, you better realize

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin' it)

We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin' it)
(The strong survive)

Look in the eyes and get wise
Look alive, in ninety five, word up
Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed
Knahmsayin'? Mobb Deep and all that

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Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply) - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply)
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W. Beale, Rufus Lee Cooper, Darryl V. Harper, Tupac Amaru Shakur

Lyric:
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement

Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row records as well

Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever

And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
are understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli was not available for comment
But released this statement

It's not about East or West
It's about niggaz and bitches
Power and money, riders and punks
Which side are you on?

Gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground

These niggaz is still fuckin' talkin'?
You nigga still breathin'?
Fuckin' roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid on you

All day
You punk muthafuckas
The shit nigga
Killuminati Style
Makaveli the Don
Solo shit

Bring It

Allow me to introduce first
Makaveli the Don
Spirits, Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics
Like the Holy Koran

Niggas get Shook Like 5-0
My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride
Plus Survival
Money Making plans

Pistol closing hands
Swollen Pockets
Let me introduce the topic
Then we drop it

Expose Snakes 'cuz they breath freely
See me ride
Located world wide
Like the art of graffiti

I think I'm tougher than any
My attitude is shitty
Born in the dope fiends titty
And every city you'll find me

Looking for trouble
Right behind me
My outlaw niggas
Down to die for me

Naw what I mean

I hit the scene
Niggas ducking for my Guillotine Stare
I'm right there
My every word

A fucking night mare
Getting high
Let me see the sun rise and fall
This is for my dogs

Down to die for yours
Extreme Venom
No mercy
When we all up in 'em

Cut 'em Down
To hell is where we send them
My whole team
Trying to explode

Rather die
Murder muthafuckas lyrically
And I'm not gonna cry
Me

A born leader
Never leave the block
without my heater
Two big pitts
I call them Mobb bitch

Nigga eaters
And I won't whimper till I'm gone
Thug Life
Running through my veins
So I'm strong

Ha ha ha

Bye, bye, bye
Lets get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggas
But I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa

Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep
Nigga when I find you
Weak muthafuckas don't deserve to breathe
How many niggas down to die for me

Yeah, yeah

West Coast Ridaz
Comin' right behind ya
Should've never fucked wit me
I want money hoes sex and weed
I wont rest till my Row Doggs free
Bomb First

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

For so many days and some many ways
We've been duckin' strays
Hate to live us
But we still some Bad Boy Killas

Got nothin' to lose, got no where to go
I only got one home see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general
and I be a soldier on a mission, suptitude

But you'll never do
That's ride for the cause
Yes I'll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I leave this bitch, I'm dyin' with choice

Kamikaze sicker than a mothafuckin' Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made Poparazi
Tell me if you ain't in this rap game
For the mothafuckin'' cash man

Then what is ya mothafuckin'' purpose
None for service
Idi Amin born worthless
That's until the day I decided to bomb first bitch

Young Noble

Yer style wack as ever
Like you was rocket patent leather
Cause a massive terror
Ya'll niggas lack, you ain't terrel

Half rapper half drug kingpen
Yer tellin' fairy tales son
Kickin' New York like you the mothafuckin'' one
But I'm from Jers we don't play that shit

From the Claire down to North Bricks
All my niggas flippin' chips
Gettin' rich
Even though it's hard

Tryin' to creep through these halls abroad without scar by [unverified]
With no warning signs cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine
ready to put in my time

Shoot first, look at there head burst bleedin'
Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's and Thug niggas on tha rise
Plan-plot-strategize
And bomb first

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Secretz Of War - Lyrics - Resurrection Soundtrack - 2pac

Title: Secretz Of War
Album: Resurrection Soundtrack
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Johnny Jackson, Bruce Washington, Tupac Shakur, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz
You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz

War Time
War Time, it's either yourz or mine
Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine
And ride on em', leave em' stuck and fucked from the gate
Set it straight, regulate
Wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!)
Hesitate, aww, now you know what
Ya'll niggaz were here to go
If you know it was good for ya
Buncha toy souljahs all dressed in fatigue
But I'm Edi Amin on a mission to make em bleed
Nigga what?, Nigga who?
It was cool? and at you?, what the fuck is gone do?
Barbecue and boo-hoo
Ride or die, get money all at the same time
Split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time
Any nigga splippin', fall at the same time
We all links in the chain, tryin to gain, do time
We all see the sunshine
But when you could do yourz, we'll bring these muthafuckas war

You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz

As I approach the scene, from smokin' green
Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold on my foes
I make em' die froze
Watch me make em' bleed, make em' G's
Lord help me wit'it
Got me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket
Help me get'it
See me and pray for options
But the pressures nonstop
Niggaz get the pistol poppin'
And watch they body drop
I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set
Flash on, blast on them bitch-made niggaz wit' my mask on
Do it for profit, plus I'm, lookin for punks to bust on
If you ain't screamin' WestSide, you can get the fuck on
I'm seein' demons hittin' weed
Got me hearin' screamin'
Scared to go to sleep, watch the scene like a dope-fiend
Probably be punished for it, though you can't ignore it
I live the life of a thug nigga, and die for it
Niggaz pass the clip and watch me bring em to the floor
I got some shit that they ain't ready for (What you got?)
I got the Secretz of War

You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz

We do this thug life shit, like 4, 5, 6, dick em'
Down wit' no rounds left up in the pound when the sounds (Here we go)
Squeeze the lead off, I blow his mutha fuckin' head off
Signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off
Yaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me
These streetz is black hockey and raw we get sloppy
Put a pamper on your silly ass prestyle grammar
Locked in the slammer, while I'm layed cocked back like a hammer
Ya'll newly weds that in honey moons, times bout up
Ya'll, that means I leave no trace found with you face, bounce, stuck
Your pig scanners can't come close touch or even hit me
Doin' my dirt, puttin' in work, you see shit, what you gonna do?

You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz

We check the murder rate percentage
Niggaz is finished
Get blood checks from clinics
This thug shit is in us
Flowin' through my system, you a victim
Blunts, I twist em', fuck the whole world
It's us against them
You got some heat? Pull it out
Cock the hammer if you wit' it, don't make
No difference here, with the 25 to life sentence
We already doin' life on the streetz
Like algae, niggaz be heated, when they walkin' the beat
This shit is flaky, makin' backs shaky, niggaz hate me
Scared to face me, knowin' that the Outlawz blaze me
Pull me up on game, put me up on a hustle
Once I suck my money muscle, all the G's got devils
Movin' shit like a dollar, beatin' niggaz like Rodney
Turn a killa like Kadafi, and a nuke stream to stop me

You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us
It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz

Bring it on
And all you lil' young ass souljahs
You play this shit back about fifteen times
You'll have enough game to roll up in a club or somethin
Teach these bitches a lil' somethin', you know what I mean?
Secretz of muthafuckin' War

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My Struggle - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: My Struggle
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): B. Rome, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Boosie Boo, nigga
And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now
Word for word, life story for life story
You know I'm the truth

We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy
Hate to lose, if I lose, you can get bruised, I'm that hard
Life starts from a bad memory, Daddy loved drugs
Can't take this from him, he loved thugs

Went from neighborhood jackers to neighborhood stackers
I-10 riders to I-10 traffickers
Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP
Walkin' to school wit a tool, who gon' beef wit me?

Got addicted to sellin' drugs, marijuana and coke
Momma, she washed her hands and let me go
The rest you know, I ain't gotta explain, I been a man
Since I went got my own, now they look at me grown

Posted up behind the same ol' on Wyoming street
Big sacks, big gats and some artillery
All the lil' niggas got big niggas, like Junior and Bleed
All old niggas showed us ropes like they picturin' beef

You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

Hard times, me and you gettin' blissed
Got a dimebag but we couldn't buy the Philly
Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on the special
So we got drunk, snatched purses, man, it's whatever

Old niggas tried to shortstop, we baller blocked, fuck it
Got a big knot, now I'm thuggin' wit a big ugly somethin'
On my waistline, bouncin' through the Southside
Back then, it was straight gin, dickies and cowhides

You ain't from our side, we bustin' at ya, that?s the rules
Used to be deep, now we down to just a few
Man, I'm talkin' 'bout them lonely nights, me and my homey on the flight
Sneakin' through hoes' window, robbin' niggas for endo

Runnin' wit nothin' but hard heads like Fry Thang and Kevin
Goin' to clubs reppin', hollin' fuck goin' to Heaven
'Cause I'm out here, look like my luck fucked up
And I done lost a lotta niggas, so my trust fucked up, man

You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

Sittin' nights, need my medicine and my needles
All the bondsmen keepin' it gutta wit my peoples
The thug life, back to back catchin' misdemeanors
The drug life, servin' junkies in front the cleaners

The hospitals, nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit
My momma preachin' but Boosie Boo don?t wanna hear it
You know they say I was dead, two shots up in my head
Some say I O.D.'d off that X, what they gon' say next?

Grandma died, Momma house, lemme talk to ya
Niggas hate but I don?t drive-by, I walk to ya
High school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo
Dusted and disgusted tryna make it 'til tomorrow

When I borrowed, I gave back
When it was beer time, I made stacks, 110 to 150, I shake that
The baby momma drama make me wanna holla
Plus I lost all my ghetto role models, this my struggle, man

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Battlezone - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

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

Lyric:
Pick up your wings and prepare them to fly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hate Ourselves - Lyrics - Attenchun! - Bone Crusher

Title: Hate Ourselves
Album: Attenchun!
Artist: Bone Crusher
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Robert Barnett, Wayne Hardnett, Cameron Gipp, Michael O Johnson

Lyric:
Listen, let that music hit you for about 5 seconds
You know lot of thingz in life
Which the people need to get, need to get our weight up
Together the struggle starts today people
Listen, here we go, yeah

In life sometimes things ain't what they seem
Some say, they love you don?t mean a damn thing
Sometimes it makes me wonder why
This pain it hurts me deep inside

'Cuz all I wanna do is give love
But all day wowdees mean mug
So it brings out the thug in me
And all I want is my family wit me, tell 'em

To share in this love of life
For my lil' shorties to eat right
It?s the short life that we live
And there's a lot that you can give
Get up yo weight people

Tell 'em, tell 'em
Why we hate ourselves so
Please let me know
Why we hate ourselves so
Guess that?s how goes

The wars the battles the tussles the struggles
From nobody to a legend
Give in here, I command your attention
As if I was a band, you the people in the stands understand

I keep my lyrics slum and rigid
Young prospects watch, my feet don?t miss my pivot
Don?t matter my year, my gives stay consistent
I went from born to blazed, to beautiful days and beautiful ways

Laying down the truth for a bank head, respect it
I try to interject it, I say through the music and the medic
I'm dedicated to my pen and my pistol
My family and my hood I wish you nothing but good

Tell 'em, tell 'em
Why we hate ourselves so
Please let me know
Why we hate ourselves so
Guess that?s how goes

Oh, we don?t love ourselves
'Cuz we hate who we see off in the mirror
A people that don lied to us, in the quipped to 2 4 7
Show us in the good book, if we go off to heaven, reverend
We swerving in our innocence

Taking off in yo G 44 tell the truth about my ken 44
Po Po scared my up honey, and gave her a stroke
Jammed her up wit coke, strung out on soaps
Just listen a beat, ain't no love in these streets

And it?s a shame what a nigga gotta do to feed his family
Trappin', scrappin', [Incomprehensible]
I made my mistakes in the past
But I was young and dumb

Learn from the thug, learn from the bars
Learn from the ghetto, learn from the slum
I can't forget bout the struggle
I can't get by without the help from my sisters and my brothers

Tell 'em, tell 'em
Why we hate ourselves so
Please let me know
Why we hate ourselves so
Guess that?s how goes

Never say never, I'm clever
Cutter butter brother
Shut her motherfucker lips wit my clip
Take a trip, take you way up in yo whip

A legendary, underestimated, underrated
Hated by the critics, but I spit it, make' em git it
Kick it when I hit yo city
Hook me up with the best greens they serve

I took a bird in the red eye
I'm workin' till I'm dead eye
The mission never ends
I'm up for them lazy ass

Mo gon' clap dough, silly from they growth
True niggaz they know, stay together till it's over
Staring out the window of my old home
We older, I'm never sober, I'm never sober

Tell 'em, tell 'em
Why we hate ourselves so
Please let me know
Why we hate ourselves so
Guess that?s how goes

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