Walk With The Wise - Lyrics - Steven Curtis Chapman

Title: Walk With The Wise
Artist: Steven Curtis Chapman
Composer(s): Steven Curtis Chapman, Brent Lamb

Lyric:
I prayed a prayer for wisdom
Just like a farmer prays for rain
'Cause I knew that I must have it
To survive in this life

And I stared out in the distance
'Cause it seemed so far away
And I waited for the lightning
But the lightning and the thunder never came, never came

So I took a look beside me
To my left and to my right
And saw people full of wisdom
All around in my life

And it started to come clearer
I began to understand
That my prayer was being answered
It's all part of God's plan

That if we walk with the wise
We will grow wise, woah
And if we walk in the light
Then our path will be bright I know, yeah I know

There's someone who's already been where we must go
And in the light of what they've learned, we find
That we will grow wise
If we walk with the wise

I've learned to look for answers
In those born before my time
As I listen to them tell me
What they've learned in their lives

I talk to friends with understanding
Much deeper than my own
And gain wisdom beyond measure
I could never find alone

'Cause if we walk with the wise
We will grow wise, woah
And if we walk in the light
Then our path will be bright I know, yeah I know

There's someone who's already been where we must go
And in the light of what they've learned we find
That we will grow wise
If we walk with the wise

One life can be a candle
With wisdom as its fire
And every life it touches with its flame
Is set ablaze, is set ablaze

If we walk with the wise
We will grow wise, woah
And if we walk in the light
Then our path will be bright I know, yeah I know

There's someone who's already been where we must go
And in the light of what they've learned we find
That we will grow wise
If we walk with the wise

We will grow wise
If we walk with the wise

Walk, walk with the wise

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Sunny Hours - Lyrics - Wonders Of The World - Long Beach Dub Allstars

Title: Sunny Hours
Album: Wonders Of The World
Artist: Long Beach Dub Allstars
Composer(s): Marshall Raymond Goodman, Eric J. Wilson, William Adams, Floyd I Iv Gaugh, David Gamson, Oliver J. Leiber, Lindon Roberts, Bradley James Nowell, Richard Arthur Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah yeah yeah, I'm alright
You wanna be alright, you gotta walk tall
Yo alright, yo alright
You wanna be alright, you gotta walk tall

Well I've strolled across some dance floors
Filled with girls all dressed in red
Pulled my foot from my mouth answered back to things I've said
Wandered through the valley of the shadow of the dead
Stumbled round this old sundial, there these words I read

I only got the sunny hours, brightest hours of day
I never count the gloomy hours, I let them slip away
And I realize I'm away

Come on yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm alright y'all, alright y'all, you wanna be alright, you gotta walk tall
Come on, set up yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm alright y'all, alright y'all, you wanna be alright, you gotta walk tall

You gotta walk tall y'all, y'all, y'all, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, I woke up in too many beds with girls I didn't know
I've seen lots of brothers at top, and I've watched them come and go
And tell me why I'm not dead with them in the valley down below
I give thanks everyday for these words that save my soul

I only got the sunny hours, the brightest hours of day
I never count the gloomy hours, I let them slip away
And I realize I'm away

Come on yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm alright y'all, alright y'all, you wanna be alright, you gotta walk tall
Come on, set up yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm alright y'all, alright y'all, you wanna be alright, you gotta walk tall

It's like the wise man said, relax yourself
When it's moving too fast, you set ya down
When the going gets tough, then get to going
If you really wanna speak, then make the sound

Keep your eyes on the prize and realize
That the struggles gonna come in all shapes and size
But you gotta stay strong, don't let your knees buckle
Gotta keep the hustle, keep hustling, do it, do it, do it

Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it back to me
Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it back to me
Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me
Bring it, bring it, bring it, come back to me
Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me

Come on yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm alright y'all, alright y'all, you wanna be alright you gotta walk tall
Come on, step up, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm alright y'all, alright y'all, you wanna be alright you gotta walk tall

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm alright y'all, alright y'all, I'm all be, be be alright y'all

It's alright in the sunny time with the Black Eyed Peas
Rocking it straight down from Long Beach, I got the, oh
I'm alright y'all, alright y'all
You wanna be alright you gotta walk tall, you gotta walk tall

Long Beach Dub Allstars, Black Eyed Peas, Will I Am
I'm alright y'all, alright y'all
You wanna be alright you gotta walk tall
When the going get tough, the tough get going and I'm out

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The Ultimate - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: The Ultimate
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Blaizes Brown P Hendricks, Williams Workma

Lyric:
Transmitting live via satellite, hah
The one's and two's, to the three's
To the four's, to the five's, uhh

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

We bring forth the swords in rap sports
Niggaz play the bench for us, overtime if niggaz wanna shine
Divine with the intricate shit, who wanna bring it
To the table able now it's stable on the disc

The Heineken bottle catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin' lonely
Phone me home I'm in the middle like I'm monie

Love to do dubs on deck without a mic check
Collect no checks but catch wreck on sets
Deuce, deuce is loose P P P represent see
Def squad, boom squad and artifacts make three

Like Dennis Scott droppin' one for the wisdom
'Cause when I gets 'em, I'll be fuckin' up they system
Or temperature cheer when I appear from the mist
Priceless, ice diss and never see another Christmas

You play risk when you dealin' with the New Jeruz two blitz
Without the use of two clips, niggaz styles still be fluid
The cat, darer with the terror off hands
Without bands we rock spots in all lands

Nigs be playin' and we stand for the substance
Subject's the basement, MC's be patient
'Cause all that Russian save that shit for the dressing
B S we stand strong wack niggaz we addressin'

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

Test me, the best be, checkin' for my recipes
Mess with me and I'll be drainin' all your fuckin' energy
Galactic tactics match wits I'm from the bricks
I used to catch a switch from any walk by bitch

But now I'm to the break like disc jocks, dis rock is hot
Got props and plus bust shots for what I got
Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snot box
I'll diss you, then I'll clear the air like Scott tissue

The issue got a barcode on funk mode
So now I pack a truckload of skunk, for the underground chumps
'Cause I bumps in any system, who dissed 'em?
Watch me back them up from all the way from New Jeru to Manhattan

Satin and silk, kill the best built
I guess the milk was no good, so now I'm classified a true hood
Check this nigga, live on Kodak tits
Or bust a pimp, 'cause I'm not a boogaloo shrimp

Tame one the Jesus and the Judas
'Cause when I hit the Buddhas
My problem's manifest is deep rooted

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

MC, universal no rehearsal on tap with rap so
Magnificent sufficient all that tall facts
From the six footer, in slang I be the gooder, goodest
Best put to rest acts that's less

Sub-regular wreckster, prefer tracks to measure
Size up, MC's that need to wise up, fuckin' they lives up
Urban survivalist, live with this, closed style
Tribalist, that gets, all up in your shit

For all reasons, number one you're sleepin'
Speakin' like a deacon catch the drops my props leakin'
Seekin' on the deep end, sinkin' while I'm thinkin'
Of ways, to slay my competition without blinkin'

The ink's on the sheet with rhymes that are unique
Complete batter, astoundin' feats yo it don't matter
Capitalize, while I'm, categorized
The G L to the tame to the O N E

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate, ultimate

U-u-ultimate, u-u-ultimate, u-u-ultimate
U-u-ultimate, u-u-ultimate

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The Ultimate (Showbiz Remix) - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: The Ultimate (Showbiz Remix)
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Blaizes Brown P Hendricks, Williams Workma

Lyric:
Transmitting live via satellite, hah
The one's and two's, to the three's
To the four's, to the five's, uhh

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

We bring forth the swords in rap sports
Niggaz play the bench for us, overtime if niggaz wanna shine
Divine with the intricate shit, who wanna bring it
To the table able now it's stable on the disc

The Heineken bottle catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin' lonely
Phone me home I'm in the middle like I'm monie

Love to do dubs on deck without a mic check
Collect no checks but catch wreck on sets
Deuce, deuce is loose P P P represent see
Def squad, boom squad and artifacts make three

Like Dennis Scott droppin' one for the wisdom
'Cause when I gets 'em, I'll be fuckin' up they system
Or temperature cheer when I appear from the mist
Priceless, ice diss and never see another Christmas

You play risk when you dealin' with the New Jeruz two blitz
Without the use of two clips, niggaz styles still be fluid
The cat, darer with the terror off hands
Without bands we rock spots in all lands

Nigs be playin' and we stand for the substance
Subject's the basement, MC's be patient
'Cause all that Russian save that shit for the dressing
B S we stand strong wack niggaz we addressin'

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

Test me, the best be, checkin' for my recipes
Mess with me and I'll be drainin' all your fuckin' energy
Galactic tactics match wits I'm from the bricks
I used to catch a switch from any walk by bitch

But now I'm to the break like disc jocks, dis rock is hot
Got props and plus bust shots for what I got
Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snot box
I'll diss you, then I'll clear the air like Scott tissue

The issue got a barcode on funk mode
So now I pack a truckload of skunk, for the underground chumps
'Cause I bumps in any system, who dissed 'em?
Watch me back them up from all the way from New Jeru to Manhattan

Satin and silk, kill the best built
I guess the milk was no good, so now I'm classified a true hood
Check this nigga, live on Kodak tits
Or bust a pimp, 'cause I'm not a boogaloo shrimp

Tame one the Jesus and the Judas
'Cause when I hit the Buddhas
My problem's manifest is deep rooted

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate

MC, universal no rehearsal on tap with rap so
Magnificent sufficient all that tall facts
From the six footer, in slang I be the gooder, goodest
Best put to rest acts that's less

Sub-regular wreckster, prefer tracks to measure
Size up, MC's that need to wise up, fuckin' they lives up
Urban survivalist, live with this, closed style
Tribalist, that gets, all up in your shit

For all reasons, number one you're sleepin'
Speakin' like a deacon catch the drops my props leakin'
Seekin' on the deep end, sinkin' while I'm thinkin'
Of ways, to slay my competition without blinkin'

The ink's on the sheet with rhymes that are unique
Complete batter, astoundin' feats yo it don't matter
Capitalize, while I'm, categorized
The G L to the tame to the O N E

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame one and MC El we be the ultimate, ultimate

U-u-ultimate, u-u-ultimate, u-u-ultimate
U-u-ultimate, u-u-ultimate

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God - Bizarre - Lyrics - U

Title: God - Bizarre
Artist: U
Composer(s): B Dog, Lamont Hawkins

Lyric:
Feel the heat from the streets, I got to eat
Talk what I walk, I stalk with bronze feet
Ancient spells, yell durag sheet
She rags sheet, jump on the jame with with 36 peak

Beat up the beat, overload rap treat mix
Cape in the wind like the John Wu flix
Now, take the spirit, crash more clearer
The spreadin' of body, covers the man in the mirror

Kick down the door, unlease the Terror Fam
Cracklin', screamin', crime who I am
Who else could cut, well budge, eye on the tiger rap
Rule the rough mind stap, cryin', his eyes strapped

Beneath clothin', perhaps speed glowin'
The golden wise domes, blizzard unknown
The unforbidden, got to live, wild style begun
To uplift the mind, boy I'll bring out the sun

You trapped in this rap in this world bizarre
And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars
'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars

And you trapped in this rap in this world bizarre
And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars
'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars

Now, first of all, yo, we ain't no saints
Can we lay in the trench and rock the war paint?
The same feelin' scheme, temper made the rhythm mean
My self-esteem, my '98 blade hit 'em

Link spot blast, even though I shot last
The underdog stranger, super freak hot blast
The hard drop rip is a hostile swing
Kiss my Redemption with a fist full of sting

Swift with the gifts, it's the God Body Squad
It's not a myth, we defy all laws
Now, reach for the stars, now top to the limit
But, all in the all be grateful to be livin'

While we work the muscle, we meditate the hustle
Serious the world, experience this struggle
The razor voice, flavor choice steam, redeem
We feelin' calmly now to dominate the scene

The grass more green, attack speed demon
The cliffhanger vaccine, man in machine
Now from round one, mayor style sum
I won't stop the war till y'all drown in my drum

You trapped in this rap in this world bizarre
And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars
'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars

And you trapped in this rap in this world bizarre
And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars
'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars

Now, here come the rhythm, style that's moist
Now, it's up from the Hell with the olive oil voice
Now hurry my hurt, bury dirt deep within
Against witty rap war startin', robbin' in the wind

The great blue skies and the great red birds
From the pitch black city with the long link verbs
Golden Arms song truly to restore the Earth's beauty
Grant me a beast, stamp kill me with the jury

When I tone a capell, Hell has beauty
A force has awakened, breath-takin' vengeance
Midnight power plant, seekin' the menace
My wrestlin' vest, lyric fresh, dry bone

My appetite destruction is official cyclones
Thai poems, my throne
One shot fill, bigger homes, bigger stones
It's on now

You trapped in this rap in this world bizarre
And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars
'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars

And you trapped in this rap in this world bizarre
And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars
'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars, now

[Incomprehensible]

We're the best, I assure you
That's not what I've heard, there's a lot of Shaolin men around here
They're not important
Are you trying to deceive me?
Oh no sir no sir

Those damn Shaolin students, they're just a bunch of rebels
Time and again in the past
The court has given orders to wipe them out
Be the Shaolin, and a good teacher
Who is this man?
The God of War

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Fa Ha - Lyrics - 10 - Ll Cool J

Title: Fa Ha
Album: 10
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): J T Smith, Daryl Hall, S Everett

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Lyric:
Don't you know, don't you know
See this is worldwide baby
That it's wrong Germany, Italy, France, Japan
To take what is given
Many foreign lands
Talkin' 'bout Queens
(Ha)
I'm talkin' 'bout, Brooklyn

I'm talkin' 'bout, uptown
I'm talkin' 'bout, downtown
Oh y'all with this too Jerz
The girl like, strong Isle they wild
The girl like, Connecticut
Yo they get them, they need to get more
Shutouts up there, word up
To take what is given
(Ha)

Breaker breaker one nine, I had a rendezvous
Pop vintage wine with this dime, hot as a barbecue
(Ha)
She was young, too wild without a curfew
(Ha)
Smile I hurt you, had me groin' berserk too
I'm guaranteein' she'll be leanin' in the coupe
Fiend in' for your loot, little demon schemin' for tiffany hoops
(Ha)
Her right there, Dominicans is doin' her hair
The jewels and gear, it's all there, fully equipped

Body sick, she never played fair yeah
(Ha)
Far from classy, walk real nasty
Talk real sassy, why you frontin'? Come smash me
I can't do it baby girl, your man might blast me for
(Ha)
I can't die for American pie
Hypnotized cause somebody combined thighs and lies, but it's
(Ha)
No surprise, your pipe will rise
Don't bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
(Fan ha)

Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
(Ha)
Blood streams the guillotine f'real yeah
(Fa ha)
Pop bottles with hot models and rock throttles
I guess your motto is I'm a desperado
Leave alone, end up like caste llano
(Ha)
Believe me, she flap her gums like Sammy Gravano
It's easy, child barely an Italiano
But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel
(Ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Fa ha)

She do it so fluid it's hard to see through it, till it's too late
You wanna time travel and re do it, but wait
You a inmate, or worse at the pearly gates
Damn, all because you and had an early date
(Ha)
Close your eyes, recognize, visualize
What's the real reason you really freezin' them pies?
(Ha)
Tan lines, strawberry oil on the thighs
Got you subconsciously contemplation suicide

Should I learned, remember how your man died?
(Ha)
Grabbed his iron, it was time to ride for
(Ha)
Multiple homicides, takin' life for
(Ha)
He's dead and gone, the next man's deep inside
(Ha)
Check one two, or I select a few
Jewels for those of you, who are still confused
She's an obstacle, hot and tropical
Fatty so rock able, that anythings possible with
(Ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Ha)

Cheese fantasies, dodgin' the D's to please
(Ha)
Livin' life on a flyin' trapeze to keep
(Ha)
Who's the one you want?
(Ha)
Who you wanna flaunt?
(Ha)
She haunted, but who's the only bird you ever want?
(Ha)
Why you sell drugs?
(Ha)
Why you a thug?
(Ha)
Why do fools always seem to fall in love with
(Ha)
More advances than technology
Every day I stack chips, whether music or flicks

All these transparent cliques full of devilish politics
Wish they could take my longevity and bottle it for
(Ha)
But they can't so they kill for grants
Smuggle iron in the party, pop ex for hot sex with
(Ha)
Love's an illusion, mental and emotional confusion
Instant gratification oozing
Exotic temptress, eyes just like a empress
Split game relentless, I had to represent miss
(Ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Fa ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Ha)

Yeah oh yeah
(Ha)
It's my 10th album
(Ha)
And you don't stop
(Ha)
I said this my tenth album oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ha)
And you won't stop, Knahmean?
(Ha)
10 baby, easy
(Ha)
We right baby

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N-Noreaga - You Can'T Kill Me - Lyrics - The Reunion - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - You Can'T Kill Me
Album: The Reunion
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): Victor Santiago, K Holley, Damon Blackmon

Lyric:
We put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights servin'
It's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

We got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

Now what I stands for I rise for, my man's who I die for
Blows frontline in the war, despise law
I'm built to be guilty, filthy, dirty, rich
Niggaz wanna kill me 'fore I'm thirty-six

Stop my lifeline, I'm tryin' to hundred thousand dollar car
And ice mine, predicate felon, lifetime
Consecutive cases, no respect for racists, haters hate this
Hope to trade places, and piss where my grave is

I lay this down, I blaze this pound I'ma say this now
Fuck around and I'ma chastise, you ain't that wise, I'm out to capitalize
My cap size is nine milli, leave you slumpin' back in your ride
My hood sit on bloody acres, parallel to my maker

I squeeze vertical a fiend I'm servin' you
What dirt'll do to virginal niggaz, is get 'em kilt
Filled with hot lead, but not by the feds, who wanna see me dead?

You can't kill, me, we put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
You can't kill me, it's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

You can't kill me, we got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

I can't believe what I saw, through the eyes of the corner
I had warrants on each name, aliases in each state
I got caught, what the hell did I thought?
Turkey bacon or turkey ham, it's pork

It's the same thing, you should look how I walk
The gun make me lean to the left, I saw it and repped
Look for the moment to step, Mo-e' I'm wet
The judge know I caught a nigga and I beat him to death

But it's okay, I go jet ski in the Bay
Away from New York and go lay up in L.A.
I know intelligent niggaz that move dough
Leave out of the hood and lose all of they shit

Well, I don't lose nuttin', I learned how to mix with other cultures
Other vultures, niggaz know I leave my path
Kneeds the math, it's good like the Haitian hash
It's amazin', you know my nigga Maze won't crash, it go

You can't kill, me, we put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
You can't kill me, it's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

You can't kill me, we got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

As long as blood in my vein flows, niggaz gon' hate
Wish on my death date, give my description, to the plain clothes
Rely on my fate, remain cold
Like lost souls to the crossroads, guns I been bought those

I'm a legend, only if Lord knows
You can't kill me and place me in Potter's Field
Y'all niggaz not as real
I predict that I'ma die squeezin', thug it through the five seasons

I place my trust in the heat, my higher bein'
You cannot kill me or have me leanin' slumped on a project gate
With one in my stomach, barely breathin'
My mom's grievin', my wife cryin', my kid's a bastard

I bust iron, fuck livin' or dyin'
Fools who work out get tight caskets
Niggaz who merk out when I spray crash kid
That's the way that I'm on it

You can't kill, me, we put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
You can't kill me, it's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

You can't kill me, we got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

You can't kill, me, we put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
You can't kill me, it's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

You can't kill me, we got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

You can't kill, me, we put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
You can't kill me, it's been tried, we will survive
CNN rise, keep street ties

You can't kill me, we got a hundred niggaz strong
A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
You can't kill me, you can't murder what's dead
We walk the pavement with, one in the head

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If I Ruled The World - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: If I Ruled The World
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, David Reeves, Lawrence Smith, Kurtis Blow, Aaron O'Bryant, Jean Claude Oliver, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Life, I wonder
Will it take me under, I don't know

Imagine smokin' weed in the streets without cops harassin'
Imagine goin' to court with no trial
Lifestyle cruisin' blue behind my waters, no welfare supporters
More conscious of the way we raise our daughters

Days are shorter, nights are colder
Feelin' like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra
The world's hot, my son got not evidently
It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually

Troopin' out of state for a plate knowledge
Of coke was cooked without the garbage, we'd all have the top dollars
Imagine everybody flashin', fashion
Designer clothes, lacin' your click up with diamond vogues

Your people holdin' dough, no parole
No rubbers, go in raw, imagine law with no undercovers
Just some thoughts for the mind, I take a glimpse into time
Watch the blimp read 'The World Is Mine'

If I ruled the world, imagine that
I'd free all my sons, I love 'em, love 'em, baby
Black diamonds an' pearls, could it be
If you could be mine, we'd both shine?
If I ruled the world, still livin' for today
In these last days an' times

The way to be, paradise like relaxin' black
Latino an' Anglo-Saxon, Armani exchange the reins
Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last
Brand new whips to crash, then we laugh in the iller path

The Villa house is for the crew, how we do
Trees for breakfast, dime sexes an' Benz stretches
So many years of depression make me vision
The better livin', type of place to raise kids in

Open they eyes to the lies history's told, foul
But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child
Seein' things like I was controllin', click rollin'
Trickin' six digits on kicks an' still holdin'

Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage
Gimme one shot I turn trife life to lavish
Political prisoner set free, stress free
No work, release purple M3's an' jet skis

Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities
An' reverse themes to Willies
It sounds foul but every girl I meet to go downtown
I'd open every cell in Attica, send 'em to Africa

If I ruled the world, imagine that
I'd free all my sons, I love 'em, love 'em, baby
Black diamonds an' pearls, could it be
If you could be mine, we'd both shine?
If I ruled the world, still livin' for today
In these last days an' times

An' then we'll walk right up to the sun
Hand in hand
We'll walk right up to the sun
We won't land

We'll walk right up to the sun
Hand in hand
We'll walk right up to the sun
We won't land

You'd love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry
Duck down in car seats, heat's mandatory
Runnin' from jake, gettin' chased, hunger for papes
These are the breaks, many mistakes go down out of state

Wait, I had to let it marinate, we carry weight
Tryin' to get laced, flip the ace, stack the safe
Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cop camera
Makin' moves in Atlanta, back an' forth scrambler

'Cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich
Still nobody want a nigga havin' shit
If I ruled the world an' everythin' in it, sky's the limit
I push a Q-45 Infinit

It wouldn't be no such thing as jealousies or B Felonies
Strictly livin' longevity to the destiny
I thought I'd never see but reality struck
Better find out before your time's out, what the fuck?

If I ruled the world, imagine that
I'd free all my sons, I love 'em, love 'em, baby
Black diamonds an' pearls, could it be
If you could be mine, we'd both shine?
If I ruled the world, still livin' for today
In these last days an' times

If I ruled the world, imagine that
I'd free all my sons, I love 'em, love 'em, baby
Black diamonds an' pearls, could it be
If you could be mine, we'd both shine?
If I ruled the world, still livin' for today
In these last days an' times

If I ruled the world
I'd free all my sons
I love 'em, love 'em, baby
Black diamonds an' pearls
If I ruled the world
If I ruled the world
I love 'em, love 'em, baby

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Last Dayz - Lyrics - Az

Title: Last Dayz
Artist: Az
Composer(s): R Kelly, Anthony Cruz, Darryl Young, Kenny Kornegay

Lyric:
Yeah, close your eyes and fly with me
Spark your lye, get high with me
Raise your glass with me
Come inside and see
Come on, come on
Close your eyes, let fly with me
Light your lye, get high with me
Raise your glasses

Yo, blesses to the young ones trapped in the world
Never hate the next man that be tappin' your girl
It's just a hype, shoot anything's a man vision thru life
Help me to understand the chosen ones livin' thru Christ
Blinded time from so many signs shown from greed
Tryin' to calculate all the funds I blown from weed
Started out just a young shorty, wakin' the rules
Turnin' out to be the wise, educatin' the fools

So many lost in these last days, closed curtains
Tryin' to change from my past ways, I'm soul searchin'
Diggin' deep, tryin' to feel within', it's real ill
Takin' time just to chill with friends we still bill
Always told when I kick it with Moms, to stay strong
Watch out for them bitches that's wicked, they play wrong
Keep your game strong, maintain yourself and live
Star bless the kids, soon sometin' gotta give

The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
I need a time that's real
The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
AZ turnin' the deal

You got to know when your end is near, I been there
Seen years disappear in thin air, nobody wins here
Swore on the population, we fightin' blind
For sure, we need to stop the hatin', enlightin' minds
Many die from a tragic death in cold blood
Behoggin' niggas lost or lack respect, show love
Sometime I wonder, was we ever free? High officials
They move so cleverly, don't ever sleep
Got my mind on the proverbs, ecclesiastics

These Bible words, so absurd, I read 'em backwards
They open doors, gave me a cause to stay swift
And reward, it gave me the sword to stay rich
Understandin' is the best part, besides that
I fell-a off to a fresh start, no time to sidetrack
So much more still to come, it seems strange
I was much more iller young but things change
Tryin' to grow old, so many sights to see
Told it never fold just more righteously, you know?

The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
I need a time that's real
The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
AZ turnin' the deal

I never knew any bloods and crips but they exist
In New York, it's just thugs and clicks, we offer tips
Makin' moves, tryin' to stay afloat, it get deep
In these streets you either stay or walk or get beat
So strategize like the wise king, respect due
Brothers get high and let they mind scheme, I got tek cool
In this world where so many stress, understand
Ain't nuttin' left but the thoughts of death, we're sons of man

So off track it's a shame to see, it's open season
Got police movin' dangerously, for no reason
Hopin' soon we can all adapt, get wise
It build lies, it was all a trap, in disguise
Assassinated by my own kind, so why ask
Because blacks to have a closed mind, deal with facts
Keep your eyes open, never rock yourself to sleep
Love to the east, let the dead rest in peace

The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
I need a time that's real
The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
AZ turnin' the deal

The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
I need a time that's real
The last days are comin'
Towards you, it's time to build
AZ turnin' the deal

We gotta do, what we gotta do
Brothers, sisters, you gotta wake up, you gotta wake up
Ain't nothin' gonna come from this
We gotta make it right now, we gotta make it right now, now
Oh, think about the babies
Yeah, think about the babies

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Put Up Or Shut Up - Lyrics - Gangstarr

Title: Put Up Or Shut Up
Artist: Gangstarr
Composer(s): Christopher Martin, Keith Elam, D Gibbs, Sharief Haqquani

Lyric:
This mic in my hand, I'm rulin'

Stupid, you know it's time to sit an' think, before we hit the brink
Locker room, at a prize fight before he hit the ring
Like when I tell these corporate leeches they can't get a thing
Or when I tell relentless rappers they had better sing

The position that anyone holds could be up to grabs
I'm waitin' up the ave to see if anyone folds
Since I was twenty one years old an' legal
I knew the difference between gimmicky gangsters an' powerful people

I'm the reason why the game is flipped
I'm the reason why your aim is missed
I'm the reason why you're mad, I only sprained my wrist
The reason my mind frame is trained in this

You like gunfire? Better acquire the taste
'Coz youf walk aroun' with full pounds by dem waist
Deface property, they be laced properly
Rules are rules, fools are fools, I react logically
Ain't no way, so come, make my day
Like Tom Hanks, I earn long bank an' 'Cast you away'

This mic in my hand, I'm rulin'
I repeat, this is not a question

Oh, you brag about the ki's you flipped an' who you done up
Nigga, whattup? Put up or shut up
Poppin' shit about the chicks an' the whips you got
You think you hot? Uh uh, man, you put up or shut up

Always talkin' 'bout your dough an' your wealth an' fame
You's a lame, get out of here, put up or shut up
You got hot beats an' kids that can spit mad fire?
You's a liar, that's whack, put up or shut up

This mic in my hand, I'm rulin'

Aiyyo, I've seen the toughest of tough guys, the roughest of guys
Get reduced of their juice against the wall like small fries
All rise, it's time to do the damn thing
I'm all wise, my mind exercise like handsprings

Crazy degrees of difficulties
Remain mackin' chicks, O.G. shit, the ten prix
Please, you know my peoples want a lot, the corner's hot
We gettin' love on y'all block

An' that's gangsta, but a lot of shit ain't
Believe me, it ain't easy like you sleazy niggaz think
Uneasy niggaz blink, when I step to the stage
An' don't flinch, don't move a inch, I'm 'bout to empty the gauge

I've witnessed the bad shit, sickness an' sadness
Always dreamed about what I would do, if I had shit
Drop jewels infinite for the blind deaf an' dumb
Down with M.O.P. an' Bumpy, plus I just left Krumb

But I'm back, ha, fresh outta the max
An' I'm gettin' at you cats

Aiyyo, popped out the beast, met The Ownerz with the lease
Soldifyin' contracts over dope beats
Learned a whole lot up in these streets
Like when to talk, when to spark, an' when not to speak

I do the one before a gun come out
Plus y'all don't really wanna see Krumb dumb out
A ghetto doctrine to watch every pistol pop
An' then while you watchin', examine all options

Young bodies in the coffin more often
It stay the same from Brooklyn to Boston
Every interstate, more youth with the inner hate
Deep in the struggle, puttin' food on they dinner plate

Hungry W.O.L.V.E.S. that roll thick in packs
An' pray on you cats with the gangstafied raps
Extortion, only gettin' left with abortion
Pullin' out tools on them fools who be flossin'

Oh, you brag about the ki's you flipped an' who you done up
Nigga, whattup? Put up or shut up
Poppin' shit about the chicks an' the whips you got
You think you hot? Uh uh, man, you put up or shut up

Always talkin' 'bout your dough an' your wealth an' fame
You's a lame, get out of here, put up or shut up
You got hot beats an' kids that can spit mad fire?
You's a liar, that's whack, put up or shut up

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Too Late - Lyrics - Amy Grant

Title: Too Late
Artist: Amy Grant
Composer(s): Chris Christian, Amy Grant

Lyric:
Well, it's too late for walkin' in the middle
Too late to try
And it's too late for sittin' in the balance
No more middle line

Oh, it's too late for walkin' on fences
Time to choose your side
And it's too late for flirtin' with the darkness
Make up your mind

Oh, the time has come for makin' a decision
And you say, you've found the light
But the talk is cheap when I see the way you're livin'
Walkin' in the night

'Cause it's too late for walkin' in the middle
Too late to try
And it's too late for sittin' in the balance
No more middle line

Oh, oh, it's too late
You know that it's too late for thinkin'
You can walk on the line
Better get wise

You may think, you can live by your feelings
Different every night
But an emotional religion will crumble at our feet
When we're made to stand and fight

'Cause it's too late for walkin' on fences
Time to choose you side
And it's too late for flirtin' with the darkness
Please make up your mind

Oh, oh, oh it's too late
Don't you know that it's too late for thinkin'
You can walk on that line?
Better get wise

Oh, it's too late for walkin' in the middle
Too late to try
And it's too late for sittin' in the balance
No more middle line

Oh, it's too late for walkin' on fences
Time to choose your side
And it's too late for flirtin' with the darkness
Please make up your mind

And it's too late for walkin' in the middle
Too late to try
And it's too late for sittin' in the balance
No more middle line

Oh, it's too late for walkin' on fences
Time to choose your side
And it's too late for flirtin' with the darkness
Please make up your mind

Too late for walkin' in the middle
Too late to try
And it's too late for sittin' in the balance
No more middle line

Oh, it's too late for walkin' on fences
Time to choose your side
And it's too late for flirtin' with the darkness
Please make up your mind

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Hail Mary - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Hail Mary
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Kotari Cox, Tyrone Wrice, Bruce Washington, Tupac Shakur, Joseph Paquette, Rufus Cooper

Lyric:
Makaveli in this, Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty, feel me
And God said, "He should send his one begotten son
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
Follow me, eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh"

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

I ain't a killer but don't push me, revenge is like the sweetest joy
Next to gettin' pussy, picture paragraphs unloaded
Wise words bein' quoted, peeped the weakness in the rap game
And sewed it, bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin'
Seein' niggaz comin' for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin'

Now pay attention, rest in peace father, I'm a ghost in these killin' fields
Hail Mary, catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind
Of a madman who screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies
See me flee, activate my hate, let it break, to the flame, set trip

Empty out my clip, never stop to aim, some say, "The game is all corrupted", fucked in this shit, stuck, niggaz is lucky
If we bust out this shit, plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can't adjust, it's just as well, Hail Mary

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Penitentiaries is packed with promise makes
Never realize the precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin'
Instutionalized, I lived my life a product made to crumble
But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble
We ballin', catch me father please, 'cause I'm fallin'

In the liquor store, that's the hennessee I hear ya callin'
Can I get some more? Hail til I reach hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do
One life to live but I got nuttin' to lose, just me and you

On a one way trip to prison, sellin' drugs
We all wrapped up in this livin' life as thugs
To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin' they bid
Raise hell to this real shit and feel this
When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark
Thuggin' eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary, nigga

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

They got a APB, out on my thug family since the Outlawz
Run these streets, like these skanless freaks
Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
Head down, K blasted off hennessee and Thai

Tryin' it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high
Visions of me, Thug livin' gettin' me by forever live
And I multiply survived by thugs, when I die they won't cry
Unless they comin' with slugs

Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin' on around me
Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin' rowdy
Ready to wet the party up and whoever in that motherfucker
Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers

On the regular mashin' in a black Ac Integ-ra
Cock back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya
Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse
From a thug to preachin' church, I gave you love now you eatin' dirt

Needin' work and I ain't the nigga to put you on
'Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn
That's when sun came up, there's only one way up
hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up

If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase
Can you relate to this shit? I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hoping God don't close the gate

If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks, Outlawz on a paper chase
Can you relate to this shit I don't got, be the shit, I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hoping God don't close the gate

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

We've been traveling on this wavy road long time
Til I be take off this load but we ride, ride it like a bullet
Hail Mary, Hail Mary, we won't worry everything will come real
Free like the bird in the tree, we won't worry everything will come real
Yes, we free like the bird in the tree we runni' from the penitentiary
This is the time for we liberty, Hail Mary, Hail Mary

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die?

Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days

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Shottas - Lyrics - What the Game's Been Missing! - Juelz Santana

Title: Shottas
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Greg Green, C. Giles, Seon Thomas, Miguel Collins, L. Moore, Laron James

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Lyric:
Click clack and it's over you dead
(This is it)
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
(Santana)
It's in my blood I love killin' you fools
(This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules
(DipSet)

Heaven knows if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go

I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

All sides, all guys, all rise now
Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Lick four shots now
Now all ladies, more ladies, all guys down
Say Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Four times now

Shake that ass like a shotta hoe, get in shotta mode
It's DipSet bitch, yeah, there them shottas go
And them shots will go and them shots a blow
Damn straight through your man's plantano

You'll get a pushin' rod for bein' a rookie paw
And puttin' your head in the next man cookie jar
We supportin', enforcin', extortion
Involvin' take Bronson, or money launderin'

We are shottas, yes y'all to the death y'all
Money power respect y'all the hell with the rest y'all
If heaven ain't got a ghetto I guess I'm goin' to hell
With the rush y'all, with a L and my vest on

Heaven knows if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go

I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah, shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin' you fools
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules

Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
All my thugs and I love kill you fools
Aye, outlaws goes by no rules

Now tell me who wanna fuck with us?
(Who)
Who wanna romp with us?
(Who)
(Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)
You know what's up with us, true coke smugglers
(We are shottas)
Tombstone coverers the news goin' need full blow coverage

Our shottas big was a shotta Pac was a shotta
(Bo!)
Shyne locked up 'cause Shyne was a shotta
(Bo!)
Shottas, one more time lick a shot for my shottas
My pops was never there that made my mama the shotta
(Bo!)

Made by a woman I was raised by a woman
So I never love a bitch but I stays by my women
(They are shottas)
We a breed of achievers
That will do anything to succeed or achieve it

You walk like a shotta, you talk like a shotta
But won't stand up in the court like a shotta
Niggaz like you ought to get shot up
For actin' and bein' a fraudulent shotta

Heaven knows if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go
(I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go

I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah, shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

My shottas, they shotta
Dreadlock Rastas, Rudeboys, pop the
Imposter hang with the lobsters
Sing like the opera, or bang with the mobsters

Don Gargon pardon, love the drama
Un-tuck the lama, now suck your mama
Boom boom bang clutch zoom zoom
Who hum guys wise yes touch pum pums

I'm Gotti boy, with that shotty toy
Ladi dadi howdy mami I body a battyboy
I cannot flop, ock this a shot clock
Twenty four seconds your inside a hot pot

It get deep daddy, out the peach caddy
He curry chicken, turn him a beef patty
Get the coco bread, I'm a loco head
With the 'fo 'fo, oh, he'll be oh so dead

Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin' you fools
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules

Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
I'm a thug and I love kill you fools
Hey, outlaws goes by no rules

We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah, shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

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Who'S Sleeping - Lyrics - Coming of Age - Memphis Bleek

Title: Who'S Sleeping
Album: Coming of Age
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): M Cox, L Lorick, M Gaye, P Viata

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Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo
Who sleeping on Bleek, wake his ass up
I'm a show em all the money
And the ass I pass up

How I'm N.Y. deep
Who snitched to N.Y.P.
(New York Police)
You bitches been dropping D's
(Dimes)

Since 86 striped Lees
Dial 9-1 tips
When I spit one clip
Supposed to be killing niggaz
But ain't really done shit

I'm loco
Tote the 4-4
Smoke L's with duck doors
Drow flow
Blow the smoke slow
And holler fuck hoes

It's cash and money
Nines grab the green weed exactly
One shot lives and Daiquiris
My gat be stashed in the dash
Mixed herbs and hash
On a cruise for cash

I might bruise some cats
Spit 2 at you dudes that act
Like you can't be touched
Front and lose your cap
I incinerate guns after bodies I caught son
Never on the run stack mail by the tons son

Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who you with
We them niggaz coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real niggaz that walk around
With guns on their hips

Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who you with
We them niggaz coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real niggaz that walk around
With guns on their hips

I live my life now like none of y'all fagots
You keep fronting like that
I'm gone let one of y'all have it
I keep the fours drawn
When I wake up the war's on

For the bread, butter and chips
Shit, I go to war for em
Tinted my whip now
These cops ride dick now
Money spend now

I move work through my pen pal
Niggaz hate Bleek
'Cause I live through this shit
You niggaz keep hating
'Cause I could deal with this shit

I'm a street individual
Sold it all criminal
Weed just a minimum
I'm a MP emblem
Rock syndicate and flips in the block
You call it I lick a shot

I'm street wise
Went up on my caps in size
Who getting money over here contact these guys
Let em know I set up shop to trey eight the block
With 3 niggaz, 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop

Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who you with
We them niggaz coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real niggaz that walk around
With guns on their hips

Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who you with
We them niggaz coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real niggaz that walk around
With guns on their hips

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The Power Of God - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: The Power Of God
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Somethin? real smooth
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We'll get into the groove
Power of God move
Somethin? real smooth
Somethin? you need to take heed to

A base head cleaned up his act
He stopped smokin? crack and took his soul back
Decided, he could find a much better way to live
You know the way, positive
Without all the negative chemicals and drugs
Without all the hangin? with the envious thugs

Never before was a man so far behind
And came back to rule for a long time
Positive will explode when you light me
My enemies lurked and they held the dagger tightly
Wanted to taste my blood but they got scarred
When they felt the power of God

Wickedness got crushed when the Lord came
Down with the King, ?cause he's evil and vain
He doesn't understand the power of a [unverified]
Doesn't realize I'm rollin? with a team
Avengin? angels will come and burn
All those who saw but refused to learn

He has no color, no shape and no form
And like I told you before, I'm just getting? warm
Get up, get down, get on it, it ain't that hard
You can feel the power of God

Money is small and the soul stands tall
All those who don't realize this, fall
The mind of a drunken fool is a useless tool
And it's cool to be in school
And overcome and overpower, but still uplift
Your mind is a gift
You're somebody, whether you know it or not
Outside the weather is hot

People walk around with their minds in a daze
Never take the time to stop and give praise
You're lucky to live in this world
Even the starvin? boys and girls
?Cause life is a gift in itself
And only certain people are blessed with good health
I'm Uncle L but you can call me Todd
I can feel the power of God

You know m sayin?
And G is the seventh letter made, yeah
G is the seventh letter made
The power of God, yeah

The babies, we gotta teach ?em and hold ?em
Send ?em to school, so we can teach ?em and mold ?em
Shape ?em and make ?em, take form
?Cause their mind is like a ball of clay when it's wet and warm
Harmless and innocent
Until they're taught to be violent, and militant

This mentality gotta be erased by faith
The 12th hour is comin?, we're close to the 8th
Get a chapter and gain some knowledge
If not from the Bible or Koran, get a book from college
It's not about bein? black or white
It's about everybody bein? a right
I pulled out my mic and the devil got hit hard
He felt the power of God

And G is the seventh letter made
Power of God
G is the seventh letter made

That was just a word to the wise, uprise
?Cause we definitely gotta unify
And we need unity in times like these
We got to stick together ?cause we as a people
All people gotta make it to the promised land
Peace

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Rotten Apple - Lyrics - Guess Who's Back? - 50 Cent

Title: Rotten Apple
Album: Guess Who's Back?
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): D.J. Giz Curtis James Jackson, Michael J. Clervoix

Lyric:
I'm on parole, I used to be on proba-a-ation
I'm with my gun I get full copora-a-ation
I tell you, "Take it off", no hesita-a-a-ation
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
That's how it's goin' down

Don't play wit' me, I don't have patie-e-e-ents
My headachin', and I need my medica-a-a-ation
Niggaz be hatin', they don't know what they fa-a-acin'
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
That's how it's goin' down

I be in court throwin' signs like I'm a m-a-a-ason
Nigga witness against me, I'ma era-a-ase 'em
If they try an runaway, I'ma cha-a-ase 'em
Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down
That's how it's goin' down

Better watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
That's how we get down

22's on the jeep
Somthin' deep in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
That's how we get down

Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk
Stick up kids don't live long in New York
Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street
Get caught slippin', then get hit wit' like three
In every hood in the US,

I'm that nigga they feelin'
Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain
I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right
Teachin' the hood rats what Cristal taste like
I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck

We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect?
My S on 22's leave ya hos confu-u-used
On the track ready to choose like, "Daddy we want you"
My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me
Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me

Now, Nelly told you how them country boys talk
I came to teach you how we put it down in New York
That's how we get down

Better watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
That's how we get down

22's on the jeep
Somthin' deep in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
That's how we get down

In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit
O.G give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit
I don't know why niggaz like to talk bad about me
I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D
Man it could be the money, it could be the ice

It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life
You should here they be sayin' man, "50 be flippin'"
"Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin'"
I know death is promised, I don't fear gettin' murked
It's when a nigga half way kill ya homie, it hurts

Now, we can hit the club and get it crunked
Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with
the pump, you can have it how you want
But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh)

Ya like how I break it down, wanna get rich?
I'll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces
That's how we get down

Better watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
That's how we get down

22's on the jeep
Somthin' deep in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
That's how we get down

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