Two Out Of Three - Lyrics - Charlie Daniels Band

Title: Two Out Of Three
Artist: Charlie Daniels Band
Composer(s): Joel Hemphill, Frank O'Brien

Lyric:
I've been thinking back over my life
And some of the questions I've had
I've thought about living, I've thought about dying
And what makes me happy or sad

Well most of my questions I've kept to myself
Like, "Why in the world was I born?"
But the number one question, I'd like to ask
I'd like to ask of the Lord

Jesus how could You love me?
Oh sweet Jesus, how could You love me?
'Cause when I had a choice between good and bad
I picked bad two out of three

What makes a man start looking around
When he's already got a good wife
What makes a man pour drink from a bottle
When he knows it can cut like a knife

Tho' some are called good, some are called bad
We have all been tempted and charmed
But all of us sinners
The man in the sandals will welcome right back in his arms

Jesus how could You love me?
Oh sweet Jesus, how could You love me?
'Cause when I had a choice between good and bad
I picked bad two out of three

Jesus how could You love me?
Oh sweet Jesus, how could You love me?
'Cause when I had a choice between good and bad
I picked bad two out of three

Jesus how could You love me?
Oh sweet Jesus, how could You love me?
'Cause when I had a choice between good and bad
I picked bad two out of three

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Suck It Up - Lyrics - Blackout - Hed Pe

Title: Suck It Up
Album: Blackout
Artist: Hed Pe
Composer(s): Ben Vaught, Jerrad Shain, Wes Geer, Doug Boyce, Mark Young

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen for our next fight
Please welcome from Huntington Beach, California
Are you ready?
Ladies and gentlemen, let's get ready to destroy

Just bring it, just bring it
Just bring it, just bring it

Bow down, bow down
One, two, three, suck it up
Bow down, b-b-b-bow down
One, two, three, suck it up

Bow down, bow down
One, two, three, suck it up
Bow down, b-b-b-bow down
One, two, three, suck it up

It's not the end of the world, it's just a phase
They all love to see you fall flat on your face
It seems as hard as I try they underestimate
I don't belong here anymore

No, it's not me
No, I can't breathe
No, I am not afraid
It's just the end of the day

How can I give in when I can not let go?
Show me the way, how can I get out of this hole?
How can I give in when I can not let go?
Show me the way, how can I get out of this hole?

Just bring it, just bring it

In this burnin' house no one can breathe
Through this wall of lies no one can see
These words are much more myself than I
I don't belong here anymore

No, it's not me
No, I can't breathe
No, I am not afraid
It's just the end of the day

How can I give in when I can not let go?
Show me the way, how can I get out of this hole?
How can I give in when I can not let go?
Show me the way, how can I get out of this hole?

How can I get out of this hole?
How can I get out of this hole?
[Incomprehensible]

Bow down, bow down
One, two, three, suck it up
Bow down, b-b-b-bow down
One, two, three, suck it up

Bow down, bow down
One, two, three, suck it up
Bow down, b-b-b-bow down
One, two, three, suck it up

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Suk It Up - Lyrics - Hed Pe

Title: Suk It Up
Artist: Hed Pe
Composer(s): Ben Vaught, Jerrad Shain, Wes Geer, Doug Boyce, Mark Young

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen for our next fight
Please welcome from Huntington Beach, California
Are you ready?
Ladies and gentlemen, let's get ready to destroy

Just bring it, just bring it
Just bring it, just bring it

Bow down, bow down
One, two, three, suck it up
Bow down, b-b-b-bow down
One, two, three, suck it up

Bow down, bow down
One, two, three, suck it up
Bow down, b-b-b-bow down
One, two, three, suck it up

It's not the end of the world, it's just a phase
They all love to see you fall flat on your face
It seems as hard as I try they underestimate
I don't belong here anymore

No, it's not me
No, I can't breathe
No, I am not afraid
It's just the end of the day

How can I give in when I can not let go?
Show me the way, how can I get out of this hole?
How can I give in when I can not let go?
Show me the way, how can I get out of this hole?

Just bring it, just bring it

In this burnin' house no one can breathe
Through this wall of lies no one can see
These words are much more myself than I
I don't belong here anymore

No, it's not me
No, I can't breathe
No, I am not afraid
It's just the end of the day

How can I give in when I can not let go?
Show me the way, how can I get out of this hole?
How can I give in when I can not let go?
Show me the way, how can I get out of this hole?

How can I get out of this hole?
How can I get out of this hole?
[Incomprehensible]

Bow down, bow down
One, two, three, suck it up
Bow down, b-b-b-bow down
One, two, three, suck it up

Bow down, bow down
One, two, three, suck it up
Bow down, b-b-b-bow down
One, two, three, suck it up

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3 Rings - Lyrics - Shaggy 2 Dope

Title: 3 Rings
Artist: Shaggy 2 Dope
Composer(s): Joseph Frank Bruce, Michael E Clark

Lyric:
Is this on?
Gather round my wealthy friends and endure the horrifying sights
Only your worst nightmares can produce
Actual human beings of a deformed nature
Come at once and come and indulge yourself
In our own twisted amusement of another's misfortune
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, enter our three ring show of freaks"

Ring one, a dung a dung dung
My name's Violent J and I staple my tongue
To the desk in school then I run down the hall
Scaring the shit out of all y'all bitches
Which is why you don't invite mine to your parties
Just 'cause I don't look like everybody
I guess you're just a bunch of hot shots
They act like they ain't never seen a Cyclops

And what's the big deal about my neck
Just because now and then I like to let it stretch
Up a couple feet to get a better sight
Is that any reason to scream and run in fright
No, so, what's up with that?
So what if I got another arm growing out of my back
I guess I'm just another freak show thing
And now they got me in the three ring

Three ring a ding a ding ding, people love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding, it's the same as everywhere
Three ring a ding a ding ding, people love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding, it's the same as everywhere

Ring two, how do you do?
I'm Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced bitch, who?
You don't try to front ho
Try to play me out just 'cause I'm an albino
Or maybe it's the sack growin' out my neck
But don't jet baby, heh, not yet
I'm popping in like a pound of lead
Black n blue, his next roll and drop me on my head

Oh shit, I knew I had to fuck up my circuits
'Cause when I was two, my momma left me at the circus
Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows
Like bad boys, hermaphrodites and old man crow
But then I escaped to the ghetto zone
Started a crew of my own, motherfucker, I'm not alone
So don't be stickin, your finger in my face stank
Or your stomach might receive a shank from the

Three ring a ding a ding ding, people love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding, it's the same as everywhere
Three ring a ding a ding ding, people love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding, it's the same as everywhere

I certainly hope you're enjoying yourselves
Here at our three ring exhibit
But to be honest I really don't see
What's so fuckin' funny about it
These fuckin' people are real

Ring three, the ICP
Look if you want but I wouldn't lay a hand on me
That's how you get fucked up
We'll squeeze your windpipe shut
Yo, I'm a nerd word, I drink Thunderbird
I chill with my homies on a crackhouse curb
Nobody wanna hang with a freak
Who's clinicly dead with no heart beat

Fuck that, bitch, suck that
I was born with a wang but I never had a nut sac
Just two balls hanging with no protection so
I move real careful and slow
You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak
Just 'cause my nose curl up like the iron shriek
Is that the reason nobody wanna hang, fuck It
I chill with the three rings

Three ring a ding a ding ding, people love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding, it's the same as everywhere
Three ring a ding a ding ding, people love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding, it's the same as everywhere

Well, that's it, I hope you're satisfied
I hope you had a good time
You fucking heartless bastards
You saw what you wanted
So grab your fucking kids
And that fat flop of shit wife of yours
And get the fuck out of our circus tent

You cold-hearted sons of bitches
You think they look fucked up
Just wait till I kick your
Fucking lips in a couple times
You'll be sitting up here like a bitch
And we'll laughing at your folded ass

They'll call you lumpy after I done put knots
All over your fuckin' forehead, yeah
Hey, hey little boy, come here
How'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot
You fucking little bitch
Come here, I'll shove that
Fucking corn dog up your ass

Get the fuck out of here
Show's fucking over
Get the fuck out of here
You fucking heartless bastards

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Three Rings - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Three Rings
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Frank Bruce, Michael E Clark

Lyric:
Hello!
You have a collect call from Cuckoo
Please answer the following question, "Yes or no"
Will you pay for the call?

Is this on?
Gather around my wealthy friends and enjoy the horrifying sights
Only your worst nightmares could produce
Actual human beings of a deformed nature
Come at once, and come and indulge yourself
In our own twisted amusement of another's misfortune
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, enter our three ring show of freaks

Ring one, a dung a dung dung
My name's Violent J and I staple my tongue
To the desk in school then I run down the hall
Scaring the shit out of all y'all bitches

Which is why you don't invite mine to your parties
Just 'cause I don't look like everybody
I guess they're bunch of richboys, bitchboys
Scary, bula!

And what's the big deal about my neck
Just because now and then I like to let it stretch
Up a couple feet to get a better sight
Is that any reason to scream and run in fright

No, so, now how ya gonna act?
So what if I got another arm growing out of my back
I guess, I'm just another freak show thing
And now they got me in the three ring

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Ring two, how do you do?
I'm Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced bitch, who?
You don't try to front ho
Try to play me out just 'cause I'm running with the sideshow

Or maybe it's the leg growing out my neck
But don't jet baby, heh, not yet
I'm popping in like a pound of lead
Black 'n' blue, his next roll and drop me on my head

Oh shit, I knew I had to fuck up my circuits
'Coz when I was two my momma left me at the circus
Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows
Like bad boys, hermaphrodites and old man crow

But then I escaped to the ghetto zone
Started a crew of my own, motherfucker, I'm not alone
So don't be stickin' your finger in my face stank
Or your stomach might receive a shank from the

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

I certainly hope your enjoy yourselves
Here at our three ring exhibit
But to be honest I really don't see
What's so fucking funny about it
These fucking people are real!

Ring three, the ICP
Look if you want but I wouldn't lay a hand on me
That's how you get fucked up
We'll squeeze your windpipe shut

Yo, I'm a nerd word, I drink from the bird
Have Snake woman kick my love to the curb
She busted into my tent, now I'm fucked
Had the fat bearded lady in the buck, uh

Fuck that bitch, suck that
I was born with a wang but I never had a nut sac
Just two balls hanging with no protection so
I move real careful and slow

You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak
Call me Don Knots 'coz I'm getting on it every week, uh
So come see the carnival and threw me your change, bitch
I chill with the three rings

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Well, that's it
I hope you're satisfied
I hope you had a good time
You fucking heartless bastards

You saw what you wanted
So grab your fucking kids
And that fat flop of shit wife of yours
And get the fuck out of our circus tent

You cold-hearted sons of bitches
You think they look fucked up
Just wait till I kick your
Fucking lips in a couple times

You'll be sittin' up here like a bitch
And we'll laughing at your folded ass
They'll call you lumpy after I done put knots
All over your fuckin' forehead

Yeah, hey, hey little boy, come here
How'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot
You fucking little bitch
Come here, I'll shove that fucking corn dog up your ass

Get the fuck out of here
Show's fucking over
Get the fuck out of here
You fucking heartless bastards

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3 Rings - Lyrics - Mutilation Mix - Insane Clown Posse

Title: 3 Rings
Album: Mutilation Mix
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Frank Bruce, Michael E Clark

Lyric:
Hello!
You have a collect call from Cuckoo
Please answer the following question, "Yes or no"
Will you pay for the call?

Is this on?
Gather around my wealthy friends and enjoy the horrifying sights
Only your worst nightmares could produce
Actual human beings of a deformed nature
Come at once, and come and indulge yourself
In our own twisted amusement of another's misfortune
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, enter our three ring show of freaks

Ring one, a dung a dung dung
My name's Violent J and I staple my tongue
To the desk in school then I run down the hall
Scaring the shit out of all y'all bitches

Which is why you don't invite mine to your parties
Just 'cause I don't look like everybody
I guess they're bunch of richboys, bitchboys
Scary, bula!

And what's the big deal about my neck
Just because now and then I like to let it stretch
Up a couple feet to get a better sight
Is that any reason to scream and run in fright

No, so, now how ya gonna act?
So what if I got another arm growing out of my back
I guess, I'm just another freak show thing
And now they got me in the three ring

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Ring two, how do you do?
I'm Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced bitch, who?
You don't try to front ho
Try to play me out just 'cause I'm running with the sideshow

Or maybe it's the leg growing out my neck
But don't jet baby, heh, not yet
I'm popping in like a pound of lead
Black 'n' blue, his next roll and drop me on my head

Oh shit, I knew I had to fuck up my circuits
'Coz when I was two my momma left me at the circus
Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows
Like bad boys, hermaphrodites and old man crow

But then I escaped to the ghetto zone
Started a crew of my own, motherfucker, I'm not alone
So don't be stickin' your finger in my face stank
Or your stomach might receive a shank from the

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

I certainly hope your enjoy yourselves
Here at our three ring exhibit
But to be honest I really don't see
What's so fucking funny about it
These fucking people are real!

Ring three, the ICP
Look if you want but I wouldn't lay a hand on me
That's how you get fucked up
We'll squeeze your windpipe shut

Yo, I'm a nerd word, I drink from the bird
Have Snake woman kick my love to the curb
She busted into my tent, now I'm fucked
Had the fat bearded lady in the buck, uh

Fuck that bitch, suck that
I was born with a wang but I never had a nut sac
Just two balls hanging with no protection so
I move real careful and slow

You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak
Call me Don Knots 'coz I'm getting on it every week, uh
So come see the carnival and threw me your change, bitch
I chill with the three rings

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere

Well, that's it
I hope you're satisfied
I hope you had a good time
You fucking heartless bastards

You saw what you wanted
So grab your fucking kids
And that fat flop of shit wife of yours
And get the fuck out of our circus tent

You cold-hearted sons of bitches
You think they look fucked up
Just wait till I kick your
Fucking lips in a couple times

You'll be sittin' up here like a bitch
And we'll laughing at your folded ass
They'll call you lumpy after I done put knots
All over your fuckin' forehead

Yeah, hey, hey little boy, come here
How'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot
You fucking little bitch
Come here, I'll shove that fucking corn dog up your ass

Get the fuck out of here
Show's fucking over
Get the fuck out of here
You fucking heartless bastards

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Say Goodbye - Lyrics - Behind The Front - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Say Goodbye
Album: Behind The Front
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Jaime Gomez, William Adams, Michael Oliver, Kevin Feyen, Allan Pineda, Brian Lapin

Lyric:
Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'
Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'

Nineteen-ninety-two and, you and I were fightin'
LAPD beatings got the whole world frontin'
My man Rodney King, the Reginald Deeney
You could look for justice but I bet you won't find any

Because people getting beatin', news keep repeatin'
Chaos and anger, just surely peakin'
Yo everybody's runnin', some of them are gunnin'
Avalanche the block, feel the anger, wantin' something

'Cause some of them were frontin', they didn't know the reason
Emotion in the end made it feel like revolution
And yeah, yeah, you can yell out your brains
I tell you right now, we got eight years of chains

So hurry up because I'm runnin' out of clip, runnin' out of time
Runnin' out of clip, runnin' out of time
Runnin' out of clip, runnin' out of time
Runnin' out of clip, what? Runnin' out of time

Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'
Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'

Nineteen-ninety-seven, reduction of a nation
The government is slayin', new laws is what you're facin'
Next comes the clonin', they're makin' new creation
Secretly forming soldiers of you and they station

No more free education on former segregation
Politics's about affirmative activation
So make a run for the border, caught by the deporter
The immigration caught you, but you got to leave your daughter

We are slowly being slaughtered
So be prepared for the new world order
Yeah, yeah, you can yell out your brains
I tell you right now, you got three years to chains

So hurry up because I'm runnin' out of clip, runnin' out of time
Runnin' out of clip, runnin' out of time
Runnin' out of clip, runnin' out of time
Runnin' out of clip, what? Runnin' out of time

Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'
Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'

Year two-thousand, what's it really holdin'
Or is it really right, live beyond what you're knowing
Or is it that technology is what keeps on going?
Could it be that the end of time is what I'm showing?
I don't see any grass growin'
Everything's conquered, we're running out of land

And goddamn yo, I'm runnin' out of clip
I'm almost out of time, runnin' out of damn, I'm almost out of time

We could all try now but just look up in the sky
We ain't got no ozone left, we are gonna die
Crime and corruption, is the only season
Is it 'cause the reason is that we out of time

Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'
Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'

Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'
Children, groovin', women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand, everyone's got to make a livin'

[Incomprehensible]

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We Gotta Get Out Of Here - Lyrics - Ian Hunter

Title: We Gotta Get Out Of Here
Artist: Ian Hunter
Composer(s): Ian Hunter

Lyric:
It's such a small town rodeo
Such famous people here with nowhere to go
Well, it don't get to me, I think it's the pits
I got no friends, I wanna split

The daily papers seek a desperate face
The television cameras join in the chase
It's much fun interviewing urban decay
I grab the microphone away

(Dance)
No
(Dance)
No

(Dance)
No
(Dance)
No

We gotta get out of here
We gotta get out of here right now
We gotta get out of here
We gotta get out of here right now

Hey rock and roll, feel the holes in my brain
I promise you I'll never come here again
It's all so sad, what a waste of a night
'Cause nothing's wrong but nothing's right
(Hey)

So don't get along, out of my way
I'm not a robot, I've got something to say
It's such a joke, are you ready to go
Here comes that beat again, oh oh, oh oh

(Dance)
No
(Dance)
No

(Dance)
No
(Dance)
No

We gotta get out of here
We gotta get out of here right now
We gotta get out of here
We gotta get out of here right now

We gotta get out of, we gotta get out
We gotta get out of here right now
We gotta get out of, we gotta get out
We gotta get out of here right now

We gotta get out of here
We gotta get out of here right now
We gotta get out of here
We gotta get out of here right now

We gotta get out of, we gotta get out
We gotta get out of here right now
We gotta get out of, we gotta get out
We gotta get out of here right now
(Oh please I don't wanna go home yet)

Come on, can't you do anything I wanna do?
Let's dance, come on please, just once for me
I never get to do anything like this
You're such a drag, you know that?

Everything for you, everything for you, nothing for me, right
What are we gonna do? Go home and watch the super bowl
Re-runs of the Mohammad Ali uh Marlene Dietrich fight, what?
There must be somebody here who wants to dance with me

There must be a lot of people here who would like to dance with me
You know that?
Come on, one, two, three, four, I'll jump right up and do the bump
[Unverified], come on

Listen, this place gets really good, this place gets really
I heard that the that the the spoon comes down
And the moon comes down and the stars
And all sorts of great stuff happens in a little while

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We Gotta Get Out Of Here [Live] - Lyrics - Welcome to the Club - Ian Hunter

Title: We Gotta Get Out Of Here [Live]
Album: Welcome to the Club
Artist: Ian Hunter
Composer(s): Ian Hunter

Lyric:
It's such a small town rodeo
Such famous people here with nowhere to go
Well, it don't get to me, I think it's the pits
I got no friends, I wanna split

The daily papers seek a desperate face
The television cameras join in the chase
It's much fun interviewing urban decay
I grab the microphone away

(Dance)
No
(Dance)
No

(Dance)
No
(Dance)
No

We gotta get out of here
We gotta get out of here right now
We gotta get out of here
We gotta get out of here right now

Hey rock and roll, feel the holes in my brain
I promise you I'll never come here again
It's all so sad, what a waste of a night
'Cause nothing's wrong but nothing's right
(Hey)

So don't get along, out of my way
I'm not a robot, I've got something to say
It's such a joke, are you ready to go
Here comes that beat again, oh oh, oh oh

(Dance)
No
(Dance)
No

(Dance)
No
(Dance)
No

We gotta get out of here
We gotta get out of here right now
We gotta get out of here
We gotta get out of here right now

We gotta get out of, we gotta get out
We gotta get out of here right now
We gotta get out of, we gotta get out
We gotta get out of here right now

We gotta get out of here
We gotta get out of here right now
We gotta get out of here
We gotta get out of here right now

We gotta get out of, we gotta get out
We gotta get out of here right now
We gotta get out of, we gotta get out
We gotta get out of here right now
(Oh please I don't wanna go home yet)

Come on, can't you do anything I wanna do?
Let's dance, come on please, just once for me
I never get to do anything like this
You're such a drag, you know that?

Everything for you, everything for you, nothing for me, right
What are we gonna do? Go home and watch the super bowl
Re-runs of the Mohammad Ali uh Marlene Dietrich fight, what?
There must be somebody here who wants to dance with me

There must be a lot of people here who would like to dance with me
You know that?
Come on, one, two, three, four, I'll jump right up and do the bump
[Unverified], come on

Listen, this place gets really good, this place gets really
I heard that the that the the spoon comes down
And the moon comes down and the stars
And all sorts of great stuff happens in a little while

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Way - Lyrics - Donovan

Title: The Way
Artist: Donovan
Composer(s): Gia-Fu Feng, Donovan Leitch, Lao Tsu Jane English

Lyric:
I stay behind I walk ahead
Apart yet a part of everything
Nothing done and all is well
Never used yet always full

Out of nothing comes the one
Out of one comes the two
Out of two comes three
Out of three comes all things

The more it moves the more it yields
The valley spirit never dies
The root of heaven and of earth
Empty now of everything

From above it is not bright
From below it is not dark
You cannot see when it began
Follow it there is no end

It has no aim it is so small
It has no name it is so great
It is not seen it is not heard
Nothing done or left undone

The weak can overcome the strong
The supple overcomes the stiff
Everyone knows this well
Yet so few can practice it

Out of nothing comes the one
Out of one comes the two
Out of two comes three
Out of three comes all things

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Hardball - Lyrics - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Hardball
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Zane R Jr Copeland, Lamarquis Jefferson, Jermaine Dupri, Kenneth Gamble, Leon A Huff, Dwayne Carter

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Lyric:
Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, huh, and Lil' Wayne
Sammie sing to me

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

When I step to the plate the outfield gets back
(Back)
'Cuz they know I'm the over the wall type of dog
So many back to back hits, they call me little Sammy Sosa
Bubble gum cards and all the posters
Y'all know, how I roast ya when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any hot beat
Or break, and you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see goin' on, holla at me

Game time, all I think about is bringin' home the trophy
If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me and send my squad back home
'Cuz I don't know lose too much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playin' Hardball
(That's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

This goes out to them jocks
That stay on my jock throwin' the pop
Keep pitchin', I'm in the kitchen makin' radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosy with all my words
Throwin' eggs at them chickenheads, beggin' on the curb
Direct from my burb, a fast baller with a curve
Have her slidin' home, tellin' her friends just in the third
I'm sure ya done heard, who I'm doin' and what I'm doin'
What's false and what's true and
(Girl, listen)

When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGwire
That other kid was just a Mark, so I made him retire
See we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I come up to bat, we all goin' come home
And our fans cheers us on 'cuz they know what the drill is
Goin', out of the field into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover
That you spent your change over
I'm in the dugout with my tongue out player game over

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

Listen, listen, listen
They call me young Wheezy Rodriguez
You know I'm gettin' it hot as the bullet that Kennedy, y'know
(Killed)
And I keep the chrome bat swingin', slingin' that iron
Pitch on the block like Nolan Ryan
Too bad for TV, you won't see me I'm right in the streets

I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get you wife in the sheets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth cost
That way I will never cheap talk
And I call mami sweetheart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy bat it, yeah baby
Wheezy Weez a player baby, and I don't share baby

So if you searchin' for some, ain't nuttin' here, baby
(Pussy)
Catch me throwin' an eighty in the latest Bentley, goin' out
And Wheezy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I knock it up out the park
And after the game's over we gon' meet up after dark

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my name

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Bring 'Em Out Dead - Lyrics - Onyx

Title: Bring 'Em Out Dead
Artist: Onyx
Composer(s): Tyrone Taylor, Kirk Jones, Darryl Pittman, Fred Scruggs

Lyric:
Where my wolves at? Yeah
Put your hoodies on, keep your face down low
Anything shining, take that shit
Give a fuck, we in the bar niggas, bitches, let's go

Aiyyo, set it off, let it off, get it off
Get this shit wild like thugs from up north
Fights in the crowd, the shots'll jump off
Body's on the floor, blood on the dance floor

Get stuck at the bar, get robbed at the door
Dropped off at the coat tag door, take it off
Get down, face down to the ground
Kill 'em for their doe like po from uptown

Cut your finger off, send it to your moms house
Never testify no matter how it goes down
When I bark shots you niggas'll duck down
Run up on your block, you niggas get shut down

Give it up, you don't want to try to resist
Before I hit you off, you don't wanna die for this
Un-unh, so we gon load our guns to this
Black mask, face down, motherfuckers gettin' robbed to this

Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head

Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head

Shots'll spill, niggas think it's not for real
Make your body disappear like Copperfield
At the funeral's, don't waste no doctor bills
A lot of niggas ain't kickin' shit I can feel

We gettin' it down real big, that's what we doin'
Give 'em the most raw, that's what we doin'
The game don't understand, the world don't understand
These niggas is gun in hand, you die for these grand

Shot's from the magnum, killin' the gats, smack 'em
You got it back, stab ya, with your own dagger
My sons take your 6, rope you in the closet
The one's that probably even pump the cops up

We got 'em strung with the drugs that we dealin'
Or peelin', some loud niggas, thugs can feel us
And my Brooklyn killers, and my project niggas
And my brother's locked down in the jails can feel it

Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head

Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head

If I don't eat, fuck that everybody starve
Takin' your plate like it's food time in Oz
Motherfucker, I kidnap all your kids
Before I had a record deal, what you thought I did?

Last job I had I was punchin' a clock
Last nigga that I tied up was up at koch
I ain't even need a mask, I ain't bust one shot
Made 'em wire me my money right there in the spot

That's a Cartier watch, nigga take that off
That's a iced out cross, boy take that off
Know what'd happen to your daughter if I don't make that call
Better take me to the bank and get your face plucked off

Hottest nigga in the club 'cause I got the heat
So run boy, run boy, one gun box with me
So step up young'n, show me you gon do
We got big guns nigga that go boom boom boom

Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head

Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head

Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head

Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead
One gun, two gun, three to the head

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Get In Line - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Get In Line
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O. Thomas

Lyric:
One, two, three, kick it

Nigga know I hate his guts, so he don't cross my path
'Cause he know I've been survivin' all of the wars I had
Bitch-nigga called hisself killin' my dog
But he didn't, though, so I'm tyin' up him and his broad

Betta say somethin' and it betta be what I wanna hear
I'm listenin', scary bitches started shittin' and pissin'
You might see him on a milk carton, dog, he still missin'
Somebody might catch him up on a hook when they fishin'

Look, I've been itchin' to get bitches, money, and jewels
I know some nigga's got a package, I'ma run with the fool
Through the years older playaz told me to keep my head strong
'Cause niggas is followers, and some of 'em led wrong

But if I bust a cap in 'em, I will be dead wrong
They don't know what's happenin' and I ain't gonna say it to 'em
'Cause bitches be catchin' conversation inspectin'
And fuck up and give them people some bad information

Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
(One, two, three, kick it)

You're a certified clown in my eyes
That's the reason why half of your hood got shit bags on your side
You talk a good game but you a ho when they ride
Nigga don't have to look for you, they know you inside

You probly got your tail in your ass, your thumb in your mouth
Protected custody so you don't come in your house
Motherfucker, where all the shit you said you was 'bout?
Let you tell it, you been 'bout bustin' heads in the south

Can't be fuckin' with no lame, fake
Ain't even gon' watch your back, nigga
Get popped, can't handle the pressure and rat, nigga
Take the whole clique down runnin' his lips
Can't come back in the bricks now, he'll get flipped

It's a cold game but I don't give a fuck, my nigga
I feel threatened by anybody, I'ma bust that nigga up my nigga
Then go get a mill, fuck my bitch
I take this game to heart, unless niggas disagree

Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
(One, two, three, kick it)

I'm a lil' man, stand my ground no matter what
Glock glued to my hand, there's no one you can trust
Niggas turned on they own nigga behind Geez
If I think they won't turn on me, I'm outta luck

So I roll first, cock and shoot first
Gotta stay over the head to duck a T-shirt
You want beef? You want war? You want me?
Nothin' between us but air and opportunity

Don't talk 'bout what you gon' do, do it, nigga
'Cause you're wastin' your breath, go 'head, prove it, nigga
Shit's real, I ain't got time to fake
Time's money, I ain't got time to waste

But on the straight with me bein' real
To let others' niggas know I don't fake, ya gotta get killed
Oh, bitch-nigga playin' with a rich nigga like me
Ya wind up six feet, clown

Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
(One, two, three, kick it)

Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
(Kick it)

Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three

Step up, wherever the fuck you is, nigga
Don't throw a motherfuckin' brick
And hide your hand like a ol' pussy-ass, nigga
(One, two, three, kick it)

Come out to the light, nigga, let me see who you is?
You wan' do me somethin' or harm my kids, nigga, show your face
Make it known you're beefin' with me, know wh'I'm sayin'?

Ol' scary-ass nigga gon' hide, come out here, playa
Catch me all over New Orleans, nigga
On the block, in the hood, wherever
B.G., nigga, always on V.L. we gon' keep it real, know wh'I'm sayin'?

One, two, three, kick it
One, two, three, kick it

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Sun - Lyrics - Rammstein

Title: Sun
Artist: Rammstein
Composer(s): Richard Kruspe-Bernstein, Paul Landers, Till Lindemann, Doktor Christian Lorenz, Oliver Riedel, Christoph Doom Schneider

Lyric:
One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven, eight, nine, out

Everyone is waiting for the light
Be afraid, don't be afraid
The sun is shining out of my eyes
It will not set tonight
And the world counts loudly to ten

One, here comes the sun
Two, here comes the sun
Three, it is the brightest star of them all
Four, here comes the sun

The sun is shining out of my hands
It can burn, it can blind you all
When it breaks out of the fists
It lays down hotly on the face
It will not set tonight
And the world counts loudly to ten

One, here comes the sun
Two, here comes the sun
Three, it is the brightest star of them all
Four, here comes the sun

Five, here comes the sun
Six, here comes the sun
Seven, it is the brightest star of them all
Eight, nine, here comes the sun

The sun is shining out of my hands
It can burn, it can blind you
When it breaks out of the fists
It lays down hotly on your face

It lays down painfully on your chest
Balance is lost
It lets you go hard to the floor
And the world counts loudly to ten

One, here comes the sun
Two, here comes the sun
Three, it is the brightest star of them all
Four and it will never fall from the sky

Five, here comes the sun
Six, here comes the sun
Seven, it is the brightest star of them all
Eight, nine, here comes the sun

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One God - Lyrics - Beautiful South

Title: One God
Artist: Beautiful South
Composer(s): David Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
Like the toupee on a fading fame
The final whistle in a losing game
Thick lipstick on a five year old girl
It makes you think that it's a plastic world

A plastic world and we're all plastic too
Just a couple of different faces in a dead man's queue
The world is turning Disney and there's nothing you can do
You're trying to walk like giants but you're wearing Pluto's shoes

And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun
Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb
The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun
With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun

A howling scream in a church asleep
And rusty bicycle in an ocean deep
Like an ear-ring on the newly born
Strong perfume on a winter's morn

The world is perfumed and we're perfumed as well
Petals from a flower that blossomed in hell
And you can't breathe the air through the thickness of the smell
And you can't see the hair through the grease of the gel

And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun
Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb
The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun
With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun

You say there's only one God, you could do with two or three
Your Jesus Christ is hired out, like the slag of Galilee
Well, if Peter is a prostitute, then what does that make me

There's only one God, there should be two or three
One God, there should be two or three
One God, there should be two or three
Two or three

There's only one God, there should be two or three
One God, there should be two or three
One God, there should be two or three
Two or three

There's only one God, there should be two or three
One God, there should be two or three
One God, there should be two or three
Two or three

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Triple Optics - Lyrics - The Platform - Dilated Peoples

Title: Triple Optics
Album: The Platform
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Michael Perretta, Beni B Rakaa Taylor

Lyric:
Put out one of my eyes and I still got two
Put out the second one and I can still see you

I affect your chemistry and macro molecules
Cells and groups of cells called tissues
Organs, organ systems, organism
Population, communities, eco-systems

Forks in the road in the valley of decision
Prophets and charlatans both speak visions
So this descendant of African survivors
So called Indian tribes and the Korean war child

Birth name rocka peeps named me Iristyle
Or Iriscience possessor of the secret file
A student on these L.A. blocks
Ever since I first saw the train and ran from the cops

A triple optomotrist mental megalolopolis
We never fall though turntables might wobble, Babu
Drop the obelisk on this guaranteed hot shit, triple optics

Yeah, put out one of my eyes and I still got two
Put out the second one and I can still see you, triple optics
Put out one of my eyes and I still got two
Put out the second one and I can still see you, triple optics

I say make moves or watch your paper trail
And right before the absorb the vapor trail
On my mark engage in subconscious
Better than the many successful club launches

You blast, I blast and then what?
Ends in automatics if we don't blast fast enough
For use of ferrians tearin' up various areas
I rock slow but crack them sound barriers

It's Iristealth, the inteligence played
Invisible to radar from the clouds I make it rain
Swoop down survey if they chase like Charlie
Back up I syncranise three eyes like Bob Marley

And see triple optic though you use therm optics
To camouflage yourself with elements and objects
I rock projects y'all the township youth
I make the people listen, boogie down and move

Yeah, put out one of my eyes and I still got two
Put out the second one and I can still see you, triple optics
Put out one of my eyes and I still got two
Put out the second one and I can still see you, triple optics

Well I study stock pile and build for a while
The colorful bomber creates a devastate style
We redefine the state of the art as we go
And bust ends egos and super egos

I grab you with my talons and fly you to the mountains
Where you can meditate on it a harmony inbalance
In audio, video, spiritual wars
I move like the spook who sat by the door

Yo, put out one of my eyes and I still got two
Put out the second one and I can still see you, triple optics
Put out one of my eyes and I still got two
Put out the second one and I can still see you, triple optics

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Get Down - Lyrics - The Reason - Beanie Sigel

Title: Get Down
Album: The Reason
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Quincy Jones, Dwight Grant, Justin Smith

Lyric:
Chorus
(Scratching) 'get down'
This Philly cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get down'
Two guns you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! Click BOOM

I'll smack you in the grill or you'll feel the 45 harding
45 Yards of football stitches, look ya'll bitches (Black)
Bullets in and out the same spot
Turn you so skinny you can, in and out of rain drop
Skinny like a smoker in and out of cain spots
Hook, drop, dry coke in and out the same pot
Mac with the block could hustle at any cause
Ran through bricks like Nitsie Russel and Lady Boss
(Man) Tricky hustle, quick to bust you 380 toss
You cant escape hell, 357 with 8 shells
38 Long six shots
Get ya shit stopped, get ya clique got
Get ya strip hot, you could get swat
You could get cops, niggaz get ya shit mopped
Hit ya block with two semis and say gimme
Lay everybody down on the ground and take plenty
This four pound make you lose pounds and get skinny

Chorus
(Scratching) 'get down'
This Philly cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get down'
Two guns you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! Click BOOM

This Philly cat back on a mission, out the kitchen
Back at it, playing with blackmatics
One Mac eleven, one seven
A line up four buck tears for one bredren
Leave three basins of tears from one widow
50 Cars back to back with stick-up windows
Hollow points clap from Mac sittin' em in you
Nurses gotta cut ya back getting out you
Disable niggaz get staples and shit patch you
Shift over ya liver and able to reroute you
Leave you niggz tubes and cables to spit out through
You know the rules of engagement I gotta out you
(Shit) how you want it dog? We can gun it out
Spit it out, have ya fucking stomach sitting out
Dig this when the shits on, get gone
I'm rated PG, pull on-get gone

Chorus
(Scratching) 'get down'
This Philly cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get down'
Two guns you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! Click BOOM

You know Sigel play with them eagles, niggaz don't get tagged
Throw bullets out them dirty birds like McNabb
Bunch of niggaz where ya corners at
Get a whop, take a quarter back, bring a half back you do the math black
Aint no warnin' black, when Im wearin' black mask
Over the braids two nines like Warren Sapp
Bring prosperity back to the hood like Buck Jay
Turn ya block to slump day, who want gunplay?
All you niggaz pennies add up to one thing my dollars
Hollows holla, first class trip to satan with flyer mileage
Guess who the pillot? DOA Airlines, dead on arrival
Flatline you, no survivers they cant find you
Like Kennedy Jr. you kidding me Jr
You way out ya league
Slow up pump ya brakes shorty, I'm ya way out ya speed

Chorus
(Scratching) 'get down'
This Philly cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get down'
Two guns you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! Click BOOM

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