Two For The Road - Lyrics - Nanci Griffith

Title: Two For The Road
Artist: Nanci Griffith
Composer(s): Nanci Griffith

Lyric:
Out of the blue horizon
Stretched a band of gold
From the straits of Juan De Fuca
To the east of Portland, Maine

You held my hand as we raced along the Buffalo Bayou
Chasing the tail of this globe
You said, babe one day we're bound to
It takes two for the road

We're two of a kind heart closing in the distances
Now here comes our twilight part
We've had the best light of our days
We're two rails that never crossed in anger
Voices never raised, two of a kind heart, two for the road

We have been blessed with dreaming
You had Georgia's New Mexico
And while your hands worked in China
It was from Ireland I wrote

Moving out from America from those Buffalo Bayou trails
Now didn't you tell me, babe
We'll have this globe by its tail
It takes two for the road

We're two of a kind heart closing in the distances
Now here comes our twilight part
We've had the best light of our days
We're two rails that never crossed in anger
Voices never raised two of a kind heart, two for the road

We could be anywhere and never leave home
With your hand to hold, we are two for the road
We're two of a kind heart, two for the road
We're two for the road

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Out On The Road - Lyrics - The Tossers

Title: Out On The Road
Artist: The Tossers
Composer(s): Anthony David Broderick, Aaron Lee Duggins, Anthony J Duggins, Clayton Allen Hansen, Rebecca Brooke Manthe, Michael Pawula, Patrick Daniel Shaw

Lyric:
"Oh well, out on the road, it's dark and it's cold"
Said my mother as she passed by
Well, you'll never stick it long enough
You're a fool to even try

Well, you've gone off with a band of men
All addicts, skit's, and bums
So you think you will enjoy your life
In the tenancy and the slums

Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
Out on the road is where your Uncle died
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
I have no time for you on the road

Playing music ain't no way to live
It's hungry, cold, and slack
And if you walk out that door my son
Well, you won't be coming back

But it's down the pub, all my friends are there
And there's no place that I'd rather be
So, you think this life will engulf me?
Well, I'll tell you we'll just wait and see

Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
Out on the road is where your Uncle died
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
I have no time for you on the road

So I kissed my tearful Father
At the door and I left him there
With five bottles of Bushmill's
And two on my chair
We set out for the county Clare

And it's Ceili's jigs and booze in Killrush
Dooneed can be quite a thrill
And I won't come back 'till I've made my name
Until I have had my fill

Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
Out on the road is where your Uncle died
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
I have no time for you on the road

Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
Out on the road is where your Uncle died
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
I have no time for you on the road

I have no time for you on the road
I have no time for you on the road

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King Of The Road - Lyrics - Jim White

Title: King Of The Road
Artist: Jim White
Composer(s): Roger Miller

Lyric:
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes

I am a two hours of pushin' broom buys a
Eight by ten four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means

'Cause I'm a king of the road
Yes, I'm a king of the road
Yeah, a king of the road
Just a king of the road

Third boxcar midnight train
Destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out suit and shoes
I don't pay no union dues

I smoke old stogies I have found
Short but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means

'Cause I'm a king of the road
A king of the road
King of the road
Just a king of the road

I'm a king of the road
Yeah I'm a king of the road
Just the king of the road
The king of the road

I know every engineer on every train
All the children and all the good names
Every handout in every town
And if it's locked it ain't locked if no one's around

I say, trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let fifty cents
I'm a man no means by no means

'Cause I'm a king of the road
Yeah I'm a king of the road
Yeah I'm a king of the road
Yeah I'm a king of the road

Just a king of the road
Yeah I'm a king of the road
I'm a king of the road
King of the king of the king of the

Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes

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My Closest Roaddogz - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: My Closest Roaddogz
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur, Tyrus Himes

Lyric:
Me and my closest road dogz

To my dog named Mussolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby
The return of the mashers, you know how we do it
Ha ha ha!

Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble
My closest road dog it was cool 'cause I love you
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind

Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin' cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, 'cause they was killin' me

How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon
It's gettin' deeper now, let me get yo' mind right
Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night

Murder murder Mr. Lucifer
Pictures of the devil duck when he shoot at cha, it's all political
Runnin' from the future, escapin' in the fog
Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone
My closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine

Ha ha, bring your artillery and roll with a nigga
They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga
Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli
Boy use a Boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me

Even if I died now
I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now?
Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin' to hear it
Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger

Prepare nigga be aware, 'cause we ain't scared
M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear
Fill 'em up with pistol smoke
Never forget to blow a hole in his head
For leakin' information to the feds

The burnin' bed was the tellin' sign
Two hired guns bustin' everyone, yellin' everybody die
Why the fuck they fuck around, we left 'em in the fog
Bleedin' like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone
My closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine

Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin'
That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin'
See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm
Take the figure of a circle beatin' jealous niggaz 'til they purple

Simon says take they heads homies
And send them phony motherfuckers to dwell with all they dead homies
Fishin' for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz
The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz

Me and Mussolini set to ride we high
Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way
Labeled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe
To live and die as a millionaire, on

Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes
My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes
Get murdered to disposed of, we in the fog
Makaveli the Don, and my closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone
My closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone
My closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine

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Down By The Side Of The Road - Lyrics - John Prine

Title: Down By The Side Of The Road
Artist: John Prine
Composer(s): John Prine

Lyric:
Her father was a failure, her mother was a comfort to a doctor
And lawyer and Indian chief, the shirt ran out of buttons
He lost all his marbles at a baseball game and they went on relief
The bank took away their diplomas, they locked them up inside
Of the chest and she moved away to Oklahoma

And got a tattoo on the side of her breast, God damn
My socks are still hard from lying on the sofa on the night
She was over in my backyard, yeah, we was shooting the breeze out
Amongst the trees when a shot rang low and left her standing
Down by the side of the road, down by the side of the road

Father have mercy, get her a nurse please, she's almost alone
I saw her hand reaching out for the telephone, we rather see her
Locked up inside a home than see her standing
Down by the side of the road, down by the side of the road

Headlights flashing on her skirt in the wind, yonder comes a truck
It drove by two men, shotgun man leaned out and said
"Do you want to take a ride?" Out in the pale moonlight light
Light light lie lie lie lie

Too long in the hot sun, she could've be miss Wisconsin
A long time ago, spent to much time inside of the early show
We'd bought her a ticket but she didn't want to go she was standing
Down by the side of the road, down by the side of the road

Headlights flashing, caught a skirt in the wind, yonder comes a truck
It drove by two men, shotgun man leaned out and said
"Do you want to take a ride?" Out in through the pale moonlight

Her father was a failure, her mother was a comfort to a doctor
And lawyer and Indian chief, the shirt ran out of buttons
He lost all his marbles at a baseball game and they went on relief
The bank took away their diplomas, they locked them up inside
Of the chest and she moved away to Oklahoma

And got a tattoo on the side of her breast, God damn
My socks are still hard from lying on the sofa on the night
She was over in my backyard, yeah, we was shooting the breeze out
Amongst the trees, when a shot rang low and left her standing
Down by the side of the road, down by the side of the road

Down by the side of the road, down by the side of the road

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One More Road To Cross - Lyrics - And Then There Was X - Dmx

Title: One More Road To Cross
Album: And Then There Was X
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
This is life, this is what I know
So to me this is life

One more road to cross, one more risk to take
Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross, one more risk to take
Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make

I'm up at like 6 AM, to check this nigga
He work the nightshift and I gots to check them figures
Knock on his door, peoples talkin' 'bout he ain't there
But the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere

See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by
Just make sure you gettin' by don't fuck with you gettin' mine
Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then
Hate to think of what he's did and if I catch him slippin'
Won't be an ass-whippin', I can tell you that

I keep it real with this cat, he go and sell two packs
And run off tell me, he was locked down, up north
And you out a week later?
That's bullshit, I bust off, I need this dough

Fuck you think I'm here for my health?
I need this wealth because I feed myself
You play with my life when you play with my money
Playin' around but this'll be the last time you think somethin's funny

One more road to cross, one more risk to take
Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross, one more risk to take
Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make

Yo, I've been casin' the liquor store, for a month now
With me and two other niggaz
Is about to run up in there and shut it down
I got four people on the inside, one stay in the back
Two stock boys, one at the register but he count the stacks

Aight bitch, put on the ski mask, make sure that when we ask
For the dough they know that we takin' all three bags
Now see that? You gotta hear 'em shoot that nigga
Matter of fact, you hit the back, I'll put two in that nigga

Hardhead motherfuckers always get it
I told him what would happen if he moved the nigga, moved so I did it
Did you get it? I asked my man as he was comin' from the back
Nigga opened his mouth said nothin' and fell out flat

This cat come out spittin', hittin' my mans, his mans
Couldn't control what was in his hands
I'm hit, damn, I bust back and got the fuck up out of there
Didn't get a dime but at least I got up out of there

One more road to cross, one more risk to take
Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross, one more risk to take
Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make

Aiyyo I see it, try to avoid it but it comes
That's how it's goin' in the slums over crumbs
Somethin' little becomes somethin' major
Niggaz gettin' blown up like a pager

Ear to ear with the razor, pour out my soul
Took control of hurt, why must Earl Simmons swim in dirt?
I'm gon' make it work, twenty-eight and tryin' to get baptized
Priest cannot touch me 'cause he said I gave him bad vibes

Ryde, when I die, straight down but I'm plottin'
We all gots to go but who wants to be forgotten?
I'ma leave a mark and it won't be the mark of the Devil
Throw dirt and may your hands burn when you touch the shovel

The level of animosity is stoppin' me from thrivin'
Fuck what them niggaz is talkin' about, I'm survivin'
Alive and goin' through it but I made my bed
So now it's in these flames that I lay my head

One more road to cross, one more risk to take
Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross, one more risk to take
Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make

One more road to cross, one more risk to take
Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross, one more risk to take
Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make

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Under The Gun - Lyrics - Sisters Of Mercy

Title: Under The Gun
Artist: Sisters Of Mercy
Composer(s): Billie Hughes, Andrew William H Taylor, Roxanne Seeman

Lyric:
You don't have to say you're sorry
To look on further down the line
Into the sun, too close at Heaven
Love is fine but you can't hold it like a

Two worlds apart and two together
Into that good night kiss away
One takes the hard, one the other
Kiss a way

Are you living for love?
Are you living for love?
When the road gets too tough
Is your love strong enough?

Are you living?
Are you living for love?
Are you living for love?

Are you living?
Are you living for love?
Are you living for love?

Do you feel your head is full of thunder?
Questions never end?
Empty nights alone, no wonder
It all comes back again

Are you living for love?
Are you living for love?
I've been under the gun
I've lost and I've

Are you living for love?
Are you living for love?
I've been under the gun
I've lost and I've
(One, two, three, four)

Forget the many steps to Heaven
It never happened and it ain't so hard
Sappiness is a loaded weapon
And a short cut is better by far

Explosive bolts, ten thousand volts
At a million miles an hour
Abrasive wheels and molten metals
It's a semi-automatic, get in the car

Corrosive heart and frozen heat
We're worlds apart where we could meet
Where the street fold round and the motors start
And the idiot wields the power

Where the chosen hold the highest card
On the field of honor where the ground is hard
So the highest hand is joking wild
And the house soon fold and no one stand

I put my finger on and dialed
The tower, the moon, the gun
And nine nine nine, singer down
Cloudburst and all around

The first are last, the blessed get wired
The best is yet to come
I put my finger on and fired
Heat-seeking, out of the sun

You can set the controls for the heart or the knees
And the meek'll inherit what they damn well please
Get ahead, go figure, go ahead and pull the trigger
Everything under the gun

Are you living for love?
Are you living?
Are you living for love?

Are you living for love?
Are you living?
Are you living for love?

Are you living for love?
Are you living?
Are you living for love?

Are you living for love?

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Road Dawgs - Lyrics - Amil

Title: Road Dawgs
Artist: Amil
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Eve Jeffers, Anthony Dent, Shawntae Harris, Amil B. Whitehead

Lyric:
DJ Clue
(Jay-Z)
New Shit
(Uh, huh, check it out now)
Road Dawgs
Amil, Eve, Da Brat
(Amillion, E-V-E)
Jay-Z

First Lady, check it out, uh yo
Don't watch me nigga watch my bitches
Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella that's the clique
Nigga don't watch me better watch my bitches

I stay sick wit'
Each [unverified] flow like liquid shit
Harder than the dick get
Nigga flew his whole clan just to get wit'

One touch nigga fiend for the clit lick
Don't leave 'em nothing but a quick fix
Me and money makers be the first pick and
Do the dirt quick and

Sexy thug keep get me warm make my toes twitch
Only fuck wit' the raw you should know this
Ruff Ryde, but you scared of the stallion
Scheme for cream, me and Amillion

Carry rockets in my pockets, better step back
Put holes in ya back you can bet that, hustle for the dollar
Eve, like to cut you, make you holler
Play cuts for bucks and watch 'em pile up

You want more?
See me in the drop top it's on
Peach color pony head course
Player instinct, learned from my dogs

Save ya money baby, I'ma take you to the mall
And I buy you something small
Maybe something negligence
Cartier, came fast in small things

What I need to survive is a peace of the pie, feel me
E V E, capitalize
Taking the shit, making it mine
Big niggas in the game that'll let us find

Put me up against anybody I shine
Taking my time for this line for line
Mad chart thugs wit' yours crime for crime
Real bitches keeping it raw, about time

Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)

Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)

Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)

Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)

Crush shit before I even touch shit
Wit the princess cuts and shit
My niggas, Roc-a-Love for me
Haters, make you think you can fuck wit' me

This rap shit is like drugs to me
Nigga, need a fix leave it up to me
All Money Is Legal
Roca y'all know how we do

First class, all stretch out
Or, S-Class all sexed out
Got the cash, let's be out
Bitch gone only do joints wit the best out

Most niggas can't handle me
So I strictly fuck wit' family
Sports to death, ask Jigga
Don't I only deal wit a high class nigga?

It's a turn off if my cash bigger
Don't blame me, blame my last nigga
Mother fucker kept me laced from the feet up
Started off wit a pair of V studs

I be wifey no pre-nups
Still ended up wit the SE what
Windows down, seats back
Can't catch me wit' a sweet track

Co-writers don't need that 99 and I still ain't meet my match
Feel me huh? New Your and Philly huh?
The only ones that had a chance
Was the ones wit' the cash advance

Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)

Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)

I tell 'em like this
Ain't to many mother fuckers bad as me
Bust at a nigga wit' a rhyme
Or a nine wit' a tragedy

When it cause catastrophes, will actually 'cause you to bleed
Fuck up anything you breathe, pass the weed
If a nigga proceed to step outta line, I'm a gradually
Fill his anatomy wit' bullet holes in his behind

I happen to be the type of bitch
Get a grudge I don't budge and shit
And look at what I did in life as a kid
Wit' thugs and pents

Now I got the knowledge of a college mother fucker
Wit' a scholarship
At any degree my temperature get, boiling hot to freezing
When I release, you can see the reason, I'm so cold

Niggas continuously rolling me beats to choke on
Tryna get a smoke on
High, 'cause I have to get it
When you can never see me coming the Devil's Advocate

Material hoe, keeping niggas dropping they draws
And fiending for more
Surrounded wit', diamonds around the wrist
Cruise the town in my six, bruising them every time I hit

And I ain't tryna quit
If I do, you can never find another to fill my shoes
I prove you can't duplicate this
Attempt to and lose

This little nigga been rocking the basement since I was about two
Pick up the pace quick, why worry about a replacement?
When I stepped in came wit' my feet in the pavement
Leave niggas in amazement

And guess what the ingravement say?
Capital B R A T was here and got paid all year
In a major way, fuck what the haters, fuck the tabloids
I spit on niggas, who try to steal my joy

Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)

Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)

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Hurricane - Lyrics - Desire - Bob Dylan

Title: Hurricane
Album: Desire
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Jacques Levy, Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Pistol shots ring out in the bar-room night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all"

Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been
The champion of the world

Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty see
And another man named Bello movin' around mysteriously
"I didn't do it," he says and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand"

"I saw them leavin'", he says and he stops
One of us said, "Better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middle-weight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down

When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're Black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middle-weights
Jumped into a white car without of state plates"

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary and though this man could hardly see
They told him, he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin', and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Why'd you bring him in here for he ain't the guy"

Here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been
The champion of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him
Lookin' for somebody to blame

Remember that murder that happened in a bar
Remembered you said you saw the get away car
You think you'd like to play ball with the law
Think it might've been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't forget that you are White

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure"
The cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We've got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow"

You'll be doin' society a favor
That son of a bitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
"It's my work", he'd say "And I do it for a pay
And when it's over just as soon go on my way"

Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along the trail
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the White folks who watched, he was a revolutionary bum

And to the Black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all White jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder "One" guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride

How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed
To live in a land where justice is a game

Now, all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink Martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell

Yes, that's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been
The champion of the world

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Hurricane - Lyrics - Swing Set - Ani Difranco

Title: Hurricane
Album: Swing Set
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Jacques Levy, Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all"

Here comes the story of the hurricane
The man, the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty see?
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand

I saw them leavin'" he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road

Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates"

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy"

Yes, here's the story of the hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him
Lookin' for somebody to blame

"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white"

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure"
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow

You'll be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no gentleman Jim"

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way

Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride

How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell

That's the story of the hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

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Z - Real Niggaz - Lyrics - In My Lifetime Vol. 1 - Jay

Title: Z - Real Niggaz
Album: In My Lifetime Vol. 1
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Anthony Dent, Todd Shaw, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggaz do real things, check

We started out makin', small time bacon
Two little niggaz bakin', talkin' 'bout whippin' cakes
Get clothin' and big cheddar, hopin' it gets better
We had no knowledge of this shit, we just was with whatever

In front of your buildin' clockin', thought I was makin' a killin'
Right in front of your children, eightball in my side pocket
They was corrupt too, disrespectin' the fiends I used to
Look up to, take it or leave it, fuck you

In different parts of the planet, Oakland to New York
I'm hollerin' Lifetimes', he hollerin' 'Life's Too Short'
Parallel lives and jewels held high
To the Range, to the Rove, get exchanged, for your souls

You know how the game goes, slang to get G's
And speak in Chinese, everybody gains the same dough
Get your shit scarred fuckin' with my sick squad
From Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, keep in charge

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggaz do real things

So now you own a record label, I got one too
We on a roll now, can't nobody stop our crew
You can treat us like convicts, you know we got records
On the shelf and on the charts the double deckers

The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me
You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook?
I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and changed my ways
So I can get paid

Everyday I see the same old shit, I see in the streets
I know you think I'm sellin' keys but I only sell beats
Dopefiend music, it's drug related
You can buy it on the corner, get a radio and play it

It always sounds better when you turn it up loud
Rap music, let these motherfuckers know what we about
I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin' niggaz
It's just like in the streets main, how much you get?

On the road to riches, and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggaz do real things

That's right, I been a hustler for a long time
Always got the right beats, never saying wrong rhymes
I started off with nothing ended up with everything
Now we sip Hennessee in first class on every plane

Ask Jay-Z, he know what I'm sayin'
Always see me at the bank and yes I'm goin' again
There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me happy
Fine women, a big house, a truck and a Caddy

Now peep, how sweet, niggaz lives can get
Put beef aside, the East and Westside connect
Short Dawg, and Jigga with the, fo'-fo' flow
I got love for y'all motherfuckers, y'all just don't know

I know y'all got a thing for them rag six-fo's
I like the five speed drops, pop the clutch then go
If you want it, keep ballin', and if you jealous stop
I want Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac, how real is that?

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggaz do real things

And I'm out, Beyotch, Short Dawg's in the house
Jigga, much love, Short Dawg, get your money main
All the way from the West coast
Uhh, how real is that

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A 'Yo Kato - Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Title: A 'Yo Kato
Album: Grand Champ
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): V Rangel, K Dean, F Massey, Earl Simmons

Lyric:
Huh, this go out to my dog Kato, rest in peace baby

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!

Started off two dogs with the same goals
Nothin' but two dogs walkin' the same road
Two different cultures, but had the same heart
Enjoyed seeing the light, but lived in the dark
5th Avenue, bumped heads in the parkin' lot
Was a quite brother, didn't like to bark a lot
Came direct, when he came, gave respect
So I gave respect, we shared the same respect

To name regret, in our own circles
Two brothers with good hearts, but if you start
Two brothers that'll hurt you, know how that dirt do
Hittin' four corners, right back upon us, God tried to warn us
But sometimes we don't see
When I first heard I'm like, "This can't be"
Y'all niggaz is bugging, got the wrong information or something
Please tell me these niggaz is frontin', God know

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
(We miss you, Kato)
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'Yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

A'yo K' let me kick it with you for a minute
There was things left unsaid, dog, we wasn't finished
Never got to say "Thank You", for bein' a friend
Dogs for life, and you, rode to the end
Held dog down, didn't let a day go by
Every time dog came to the shy
I was good, trips out to Phoenix, with the scrambler squad
Now I come back to Phoenix and like, "Damn it's hard"

To accept the fact, that you won't be comin' back
But I hope you comin' back, 'cos I won't accept the fact
When you came to New York, you had to come to the crib
And vice-versa, yeah, that's just how we did, remote control cars
We would race all day, it was adventure, we would chase our day
So I'm not gonna say goodbye my nigga
Instead I would rather, focus on the time we spent together
That's what matters

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
(We miss you, Kato)
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'Yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Need you to save me a spot, next to you and the lord
Don't know when I'm comin', but keep checkin' the door
But while I'm here, knock on wood
I'll make sure your kids remember who their father was
And Val is good, understood how real niggaz move
We don't part, but ya gonna always have family in New York
Believe that, where you at, you can see that
We dogs for life and to death and I mean that [Incomprehensible]

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
(We miss you, Kato)
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'Yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Yo, where the hood at is banging right now, man
That was your favorite joint, ya know what I mean?
(We miss you, Kato)
It's going just like we thought it would baby
(We miss you, Kato)
Aight
(We miss you, Kato!)
(I'll always love you K')

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Master Of The Wind - Lyrics - Hell On Stage (Live) - Manowar

Title: Master Of The Wind
Album: Hell On Stage (Live)
Artist: Manowar
Composer(s): Joey Demaio, David Shankle

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Lyric:
In the silence of the darkness, when all are fast asleep
I live inside a dream, calling to your spirit
As a sail calls the wind, hear the Angel's sing
Far beyond the sun, across the western sky
Reach into the blackness, find a silver line
In a voice I whisper, a candle in the night
We'll carry all our dreams on a single beam of light

Close your eyes, look into the dream
Winds of change will winds of fortune bring

Fly away to a rainbow in the sky
Gold is at the end for each of us to find
There the road begins where another one will end
Here the four winds know who will break and who will bend
All to be the master of the wind

Falling stars now light my way, my life was written on the wind
Clouds above, clouds below, high ascend the dreams within
When the wind fills the sky, the clouds will move aside
And there will be the road to all our dreams
And for any day that stings, two better days it brings
Nothing is as bad as it seems

Close your eyes, look into the dream
Winds of change will winds of fortune bring

Fly away to a rainbow in the sky
Gold is at the end for each of us to find
There the road begins where another one will end
Here the four winds know who will break and who will bend
All to be the master of the wind

Fly away to a rainbow in the sky
Gold is at the end for each of us to find
There the road begins where another one will end
Here the four winds know who will break and who will bend
All to be the master of the wind

Fly away to a rainbow in the sky
Gold is at the end for each of us to find
There the road begins where another one will end
Here the four winds know who will break and who will bend
All to be the master of the wind
Fly away to a rainbow in the sky

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Masters Of The Wind - Lyrics - Manowar

Title: Masters Of The Wind
Artist: Manowar
Composer(s): Joey Demaio, David Shankle

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Lyric:
In the silence of the darkness, when all are fast asleep
I live inside a dream, calling to your spirit
As a sail calls the wind, hear the Angel's sing
Far beyond the sun, across the western sky
Reach into the blackness, find a silver line
In a voice I whisper, a candle in the night
We'll carry all our dreams on a single beam of light

Close your eyes, look into the dream
Winds of change will winds of fortune bring

Fly away to a rainbow in the sky
Gold is at the end for each of us to find
There the road begins where another one will end
Here the four winds know who will break and who will bend
All to be the master of the wind

Falling stars now light my way, my life was written on the wind
Clouds above, clouds below, high ascend the dreams within
When the wind fills the sky, the clouds will move aside
And there will be the road to all our dreams
And for any day that stings, two better days it brings
Nothing is as bad as it seems

Close your eyes, look into the dream
Winds of change will winds of fortune bring

Fly away to a rainbow in the sky
Gold is at the end for each of us to find
There the road begins where another one will end
Here the four winds know who will break and who will bend
All to be the master of the wind

Fly away to a rainbow in the sky
Gold is at the end for each of us to find
There the road begins where another one will end
Here the four winds know who will break and who will bend
All to be the master of the wind

Fly away to a rainbow in the sky
Gold is at the end for each of us to find
There the road begins where another one will end
Here the four winds know who will break and who will bend
All to be the master of the wind
Fly away to a rainbow in the sky

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Breath From Another - Lyrics - Breath from Another - Esthero

Title: Breath From Another
Album: Breath from Another
Artist: Esthero
Composer(s): Jenny-Bea Englishman, Martin Mckinney

Lyric:
You sure do got a pretty mouth
Why don?t you drop my pants?
I?ll make you squeal like a pig

Feet in the water is not cold enough
You?re not woman enough
Inside your daughter is not warm enough
And you?re not woman enough, no

Don?t compromise what?s gold
For the soul you never sold
For the soul you never sold, no
So I follow you down this road
Well, you try but you can?t let go
So hold on to years ago

Cold as a lover
Don?t you wanna stay?
Breath from another
And I?ll have my way

Inside your daughter
You can never hold what you can?t let go
?Cause he wants it so
She?d sell her own mother
Just to make a dime before closing time
When he tells her so

Don?t compromise what?s gold
For the soul you never sold
For the soul you never sold, no
So I follow you down this road
Will you drive? Well, you can?t let go
So long, two years ago

She said she wanted me to hit it
But I said I wasn?t with it
Eyes red, thighs spread, better come get it
While it?s hot the goods I got, never mind my bad credit
Told me how she was soaking wet and I?m the one who wet it

Can?t lie I sweat it but I knew that if I ran through that
It?s up the creek, I?m headed
Body was there without nor sight nor vision still embedded
But I knew for fucking sure that in the morning I?d regret it
Had to debt it, I jetted

He got me hooked ?til I was shooking in the middle of the game
Teary eyes, touch my thighs, future high you?ll be my game
Could have kept it but I left it embedded instead of it dissecting me
Free spirit I feared it but steer it to clear it the stress in me

Possessing me, the chemistry, mother want me in the ministry
Where misery influenced me corruption claiming custody
And I knew this time that I had to feel the pain
It was needed so I?ll see what 'cause deception in this game

Don?t compromise what?s gold
For the soul you never sold
For the soul you never sold, no
So I follow you down this road
Will you drive? Well, you can?t let go
So hold on to years ago

I?ll try to understand
When you?re down on your knees in front of a man
I?ll try to understand, no
Don?t compromise what?s gold
For the soul you never sold
For the soul you never sold, girl

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Psychology - Lyrics - Dead Prez

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

Lyric:
I was born, in a dump
My mama died and my father got drunk
They left me, to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road

I grew up in a rusty shack
All I owned was hangin' on my back
And Lord knows, how I learnt
This place called Tobacco Road

Tobacco road, you're dirty and you're filthy
Tobacco road, gonna get me some dynamite and a crane
I'm gonna blow it up
Lord knows gonna start all over again

My mind is the place where I make my plans
The world is the place where I take my stand
The beauty of life is mine today
They cannot take my mind away

Fuck what you heard, I'm from Africa
This ain't no act it's mathematical
Past the black radical
I choose the M1, because it's practical
Nothin' was changed, we ain't protected
No names, it's all factual

They push the wrong buttons, count down to detonate
Brooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculate
This is what we learn in the streets, fuck a degree
Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see

It's like watching your own father smoke crack
I have nightmares on shit like that
No way in hell I'll ever get like that
I seen a lot of shit in twenty-two years

It's like a tour of duty
My life is booby-trapped, it's hard to see the beauty
When your heart is turning ice cold
Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds

My mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayin'
I listen close to what she sayin'
When she speak of Jesus I ignore it
But when it's practical I'm all for it

You got to think like a soldier
I'm training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters
Discipline keep the mind focused
This whole world is a corn field son
Look out for flying locusts

My mind is the place where I make my plans
The world is the place where I take my stand
The beauty of life is mine today
They cannot take my mind away

My mind is the place where I make my plans
The world is the place where I take my stand
The beauty of life is mine today
They cannot take my mind away

Don't let 'em get in your head, they try to probe you
Figure your thoughts so they can try and control you
And through you, control your whole crew
It's psychology boy, now what the fuck that make you wanna do?

You can't walk the streets with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
And if you know the time, give me a sign
Tell me where we draw the line

I got your back if you got mine
My enemy's enemy is my man
One deadlock is stronger than one strand
While the crackers got the upper hand

My comrades stand on lands stolen
Every tooth a golden opportunity
Who holdin' my community hostage?
10 percent ransom, costing us time we lost and some

This is how the plan runs
Thinkin' with a fugitive brain
What we do to live is insane
Holdin' the weed, healing my membranes

Just like crack, you know it all boils down
To the dollars-and-cents of it
Niggaz commence to get [unverified] to sentenced to serve terms
Jumping the fence, the black germ is loose
When will they learn?

Psychology
We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the halls
No respect for their laws
I cut your face with a kitchen knife

In gladiator times, man against machinery
The tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boy
Life is a series of serious choices
Theories is formed from experience, never mysterious forces

Various courses of life can lead to failure
Too much of anything is a trap
My mind snap
Guerrilla warfare for two grand

They say karate means 'Empty hands'
So then it's perfect for the poor man
They say karate means 'Empty hands'
So then it's perfect for the poor man

My mind is the place where I make my plans
The world is the place where I take my stand
The beauty of life is mine today
They cannot take my mind away

My mind is the place where I make my plans
The world is the place where I take my stand
The beauty of life is mine today
They cannot take my mind away

When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols
And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals
The mind is like a jewel son
Only a fool wouldn't grasp it

Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted
When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols
And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals
The mind is like a jewel son
Only a fool wouldn't grasp it
Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted

Free your mind, and the rest will follow
Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow

Free your mind, and the rest will follow
Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow

Free your mind, and the rest will follow
Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow
...

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Ghetto - Lyrics - R.L.

Title: Ghetto
Artist: R.L.
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Robert Lavalle Huggar, Sherard Dixon

Lyric:
Right now, I gotta rep where I'm from
North side, yeah, ghetto
Minneapolis, ghetto, I'm from the, ghetto
You know how we do, yeah

For my people down south with gold in their mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
(We)

For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails
(Ooh)
A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

You know you ghetto when you front wit ya two-way
And gotta wash in cold water for the next two days
Shot, he was a lil' nigga eatin' the grub
My house so packed somebody gotta sleep in the tub

On the block niggas talkin' about they bust their gats
But soon as the cops come niggas flush their crack
Why you stuntin' in the hood with a Mercedes Coupe
Still livin' with your mother, you a baby duke

You know all Harlem World and Minneapolis
Sittin' in the Caddilac we strap to this
Act straight it's the kid from the Tex
Posta, came to get it down wit the kid from Next

Black and white, America is like a raccoon
In my building the elevator is the bathroom
Ya'll know what the dizzeal, me and RizL
Real, recognize rizzeal

I didn't always have the six
I didn't always have the crib
So I gotta rep where I'm from
Even tho I live where I live

Back when I was a kid
How the city used to give
My momma money for groceries
Brown cartons of cheese

And vouchers for everything, yeah
No matter how far I've come
I'll still represent where I'm from, I'm ghetto

For my people down south with gold in their mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails
A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves
(So ghetto)
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

We run around with vice, Lords and G's
Russel Avenue a block after Queens
Roll in Cadilac, stoned D's
Grab Paulie and me and Nicky D's

It was me and J-Z
We in the park talkin' crazy
Now it's all good baby
Even after I got hooked up with KayGee, yeah

No matter how far I've come
(No matter)
I still represent where I'm from
('Cuz I'm)
I'm ghetto
(Ghetto, yeah)

For my people down south with gold in their mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
(I represent)
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
(The ghetto)

For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails
(Uh-huh)
A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves
(So ghetto)
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health
(Yeah, yeah)
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
(R-Hockey Stick yo)

From the ghetto, hood, gutta, street
Don't sleep 'cuz I'm R and B
What you know about checks on the 1st and 15th?
New kicks on the 1st and 15th

1328 RussellAve where cats used to hustle bad
With them wife killas and them 1-0 bags
Ha you don't understand me man

What you know about bein' frozen
With the furnace broken
So you sleepin' with the oven open

I been greedy always wantin' a mil, still
Nigga hungry even after the deal
I went from bein' poor, to Billboard
From the corner store, to the record store
My and Postaboy
(Ghetto)
We ghetto

For my people down south with gold in they mouth
For my people out east with a key in the couch
(Oh, talkin' 'bout the ghetto)
For my people out west that be bangin' it out
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

For all my ladies that got airbrush on they nails
A little fire roll some of that shit on themselves
Smoke a little weed and say it's good for they health
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

If you've ever had vouchers before
Bill-collectors knockin' at your door
Ran outta gas on the side of the road
Then you ghetto

Land lord had to change the locks
Left your shit out front in a box
You tried to break in and he called the cops
Then you ghetto

We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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