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Monday, August 16, 2010

We Kill Everything - Lyrics - We Kill Everything - Gwar

Title: We Kill Everything
Album: We Kill Everything
Artist: Gwar
Composer(s): David E Brockie, Michael R Derks, Don H Drakulich, Bob Gorman, Hunter P Jackson, Scott A Krahl, Matt Maguire, David Musel, Casey D Orr, Bradley Dunbar Roberts, Danielle Stampe

Lyric:
In the hulking halls of hatred where the Master makes his throne
Within the ass toroid belt where his body floats
Alone his mind begins to wander the worm begins to turn all life
He must now squander the universe must burn

He plans eternal war, as the eternal way
But there is a force, which he must now obey
Time and the events within, chronicles of hate and sin
Everything, it has a start, but the end is always the best part

Our quest, to find the broken bits
Put them back and make them fit
And once that we have read the end

The tablet will blow up again
The tablet will blow up again
The tablet will blow up again
The tablet will blow up again

And we'll kill everything
And we'll kill everything
And we'll kill everything

Including ourselves summoning the Master
Call his form most vile
Champing mass of questing flesh
Protoplasmic pile

Ancient hunger, never filled until the universe is killed
The endless host of merging soul sucked into the feeding hole
Guts and giblets cascade down rectal midgets, flattened ground
Please pay attention to the plot as I kick out this monster's snot

Splitting skulls and raking ribs, trephinated drainage sieve
Protruding mass of reeking bile which forms infected booger pile
Assemble now the tablet hope that it's not Braille
Bring forth now the Master so we can end this tale

And we'll kill everything
And we'll kill everything
And we'll kill everything
Especially ourselves

Transmogrify your plasmid swarm evaporate before time's storm
And dedicate your life to porn and dedicate your life to porn
You think that life has a reason? You think your god has a soul?
I bare my bum to the heavens I think a head is a hole

And we'll kill everything
And we'll kill everything
And we'll kill everything
Including ourselves

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Friday, August 20, 2010

All Original - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: All Original
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now
Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now

Triple platinum, nigga, digga and still thuggin' with
The roughest muthafuckas in my city and a nigga wonder
How they still chillin' like that? Ain't you scared of a nigga
That's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya? No

I really wish a nigga would turn and wanna take what's mine
'Cause I got an AK-47, shootin' trey-O times
You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say, oh, my
But check it out, though

I done made enough money to buy my ghetto
A lot of weapons, y'all and I made it, takin' out my weed
Here, stay high, nigga, so paranoia is factor
When a nigga wanna act up, nigga, figure, I'm quiet

Then he look at my sawed-off's and they figure
They can try me like a muthafucka
Won't swang back or somethin' or even pull a nine
Out my jacket and start dumpin', fuck 'em

I think a nigga see us on the video and playa hate
And say that we ain't true to what we say but then again
When you see us on the street and playa hate
We bang them fuckin' brains, we bang them brains

But then we switch subject and fuck with them
Clones that suck the thug dick, run around foul
Tellin' people we stole your style, muthafucka
We ain't never been in your town

It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals
So here we go, got a gun, should I buck 'em on down
Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on?

Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy
Wish and flesh? I'm so full anguish, gotta style so cold
Everybody and their mama wanna claim it
But they can't get the hang of it, yeah

Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now
Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now

Beat 'er up and you'll sleep when I step so stone-cold
I chalk 'em, coffin off and they frontin' that time
That they shot a nigga straight to the temple done
A little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin'

Get real high, steady droppin' the time on 'em
Time from time and again, here to pick all that know
With the bone, it's a party everyday, so say, mo'
And it's still this strong to brain

I hop on the phone with the homies to see
What's happenin' in the hood, it's all good
Niggas, they thug us, smuggle, roll so deep
In they own cut but they gon' sacks sellin' for life

If you pull a shyste off to the fiends, then gank 'em
And leave 'em naggin' for the sake of come up, yeah
Takin' ends and we'll split ya, lost it in the stick up, yeah

We better shank 'em, thank 'em, fuck it
I thank 'em and hope for respect 'cause shit
He got sacrificed, my snatchin' a life in the midst
Of the dark and I sped off with the quickness, strikin'

Send a knife to the back of a playa hater, hate a thug
And they thought that I bruise easily come
They go through this little, spin 'em
Most of what goes around, comes around, ooh

Bla-bla-bloody mess even though hoes really wanna
Test us to the chest, flesh buck, buck
Haters guess with a gun, they change
In a whole new muthafuckin' attitude

Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now

Nigga, let me in, double glock and never about to change, man
To the temple, I aim and claim to gain control, fin to rid your soul
Creep or roll, put some pressure on these hoes that
Yo, they pose as foes, gotta let 'em know

Got a nation of my niggas out to back me
Got another nation, killas out to try to jack me
Exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon' pull?
Fool, try to jack a St. Clair, true, you lose, you lose

Nigga, I'm a tell you 'bout these haters distraction
They down with the puffin', the passin', lookin' for some action
Facts and stacks, never will my mission collapse
If you really want a thug, then you better pin these raps

I'm a give a little game in this world that
We livin' in it, sinnin' in it, and it really ain't free to me
You get it how you take it but the only way
You'll make it, givin' peace to the G O D, your Lord

And it really don't mean that evil's gonna quit
Because the hater's gonna hate and then the real
It's gon' feel but I bet that after all of y'all fall
That the faker's gonna perish in the fire

Dip and you know when I'm rollin', I'm equipped
With the ruger on my hip with the infrared beam
And I gladly put it on ya from the land of California
Leavin' all of y'all goners, if you know what I mean, yeah

So quick to test us, jump off in the Lexus with KB
We gonna take a little journey around the world
And see what we see, any y'all niggas comin' with me?
So, come on

Let me up in here and kill 'em, feel 'em niggas wanna bite the bone
Bite the bone, didn't a muthafucka say, I'm wrong?' Well, I get down
For mine, for my nine and blow, we shoot 'em up, buck, yeah
Strange we erupt on playa hation, anybody hatin'? Erase 'em

And biters, every time I see you on TV, it makes me feel good
'Cause I know when we run up on you, you'll see we
We gotta get paid good, nigga, don't shit come for free
In this land of poverty, bone in harmony, we hungry
Since it's all about money, give bone a little bit of that evil money

Don't gather the fly shit, fuckin' with Cleve
Top of line in my Benz, should I let 'em spin on all of y'all?
Should let my 20s spin on all y'all haters?
Everything we write, I swear, it's all original
Niggas mad at bone because we be all original

Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now
Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now

Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now
Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now
Better not be so quick test us

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Everything Is Shady - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Everything Is Shady
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Ramone Johnson, Ricky Parham Ii

Lyric:
Fall in and get quoted y'all
Yeah, it's Cashis
Welcome to the Shady game
G's up

Obie went plat and he back with another classic
50 went Diamond, smashed twice ****
D-12 multi back to back
Eminem the hardest sellin' artist in rap

Stat Quo the mixtape messiah in the phantom
About to run the A when we drop stanlanta
Bobby Creek, you know his ****' name ****
Bobby Creek, he ain't no ****' game ****

I'm Cashis, mixtape was a classic
EP is a classic LP is that ****
Dark park, money and all but much more
Told me go all out serve 'em all homeboy

I'm a west **** a midwest ****
I'm the best **** 'cause we the best ****
From street team to GM to BP
This ain't a crime family, this rap **** is dream team

We took a break for a minute and now we bangin'
But we been listenin' to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who hatin'
From 06 through in everything is Shady's

We took a break for a minute and now we bangin'
But we been listenin' to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who hatin'
From 06 through in everything is Shady's

Kill the cash hard 'bout to smash frauds
Puttin' fast broads through the windport
I can handle narcs when the ****
You hit the ground and I snatch the bandanna [Incomprehensible]

We ridin' out the park, it's shady game ****
Hope ya bulletproof **** lame ****
Know who I'm talkin' to, glad ya man did
You 'bout to get it too rest with your fam man

This a cold game played by the coldest man
Everything ya see the 7 4 k
Sell the of **** I'm a ****
Plus I'm holdin' weight 'cause I'm the ****

A west coast **** chi-town ****
Interstate runner watch me drive a brick through
And we ain't backin' down way past rappin' now
Right before my album drop my homeboys'll clap you down

We took a break for a minute and now we bangin'
But we been listenin' to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who hatin'
From 06 through in everything is Shady's

We took a break for a minute and now we bangin'
But we been listenin' to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who hatin'
From 06 through in everything is Shady's

A born winner, sound like to me familiar
County hound comin' to burn your whole city up
I catch ya up in the club empty the 5th on ya
You all know it's **** by Vivica

I'm the realest ****, ya wanna mob with me
If you a dealer **** you can get **** from me
I hand **** and jeans sucks the creams, **** and things
To mark seven, throw 6, got with the team

And now I'm on the scene screeching out, let them sing
Bring in a celebrity, bring me more ****
In a position to watch by more snitches
And place at the end of the plots I hold ****

Figures, urban greases peaces not
Last week to the point a **** was shot
And if **** wanna know what I been 'bout lately
**** take it how ya want, ****, rap with Shady

We took a break for a minute and now we bangin'
But we been listenin' to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who hatin'
From 06 through in everything is Shady's

We took a break for a minute and now we bangin'
But we been listenin' to everything that you been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who hatin'
From 06 through in everything is Shady's

Everything is Shady's, up from the west coast
And the midwest [Incomprehensible], Cashis
Boast boy, block boys pioneerin' this in the race to be legends
Now Cashis, tie die on the [Incomprehensible] gangsta ****

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Columind - Lyrics - The Amalgamut - Filter

Title: Columind
Album: The Amalgamut
Artist: Filter
Composer(s): Richard Patrick

Lyric:
What do you think you did here kid?
You're living like some rich kid bitch
The scratch that makes you flinch
Tha scratch that you can't itch

What do you think you got done here man?
You're putting on a show
What do you think you got done here kid?
Did you reach your killing goal?

Shame, you got everything
You want everything
Shame, you need everything
You kill everything

Shame, you got everything
You want everything
Shame, you need everything
You kill everything

Oh Christ, look at them bleed
Oh, what makes this sick disease?
Oh God, they're on their hands and knees
Oh, look at me, I'm about to be free

Now when it's all over
Listen to this shit man
Now when it's all over
We won't care, we won't care

Shame, you got everything
You want everything
Shame, you need everything
You kill everything

Shame, you got everything
You want everything
Shame, you need everything
You kill everything

Shame
Shame, you need everything
You kill everything
Shame
Shame, you need everything
You kill everything
Shame
Shame
Shame
Shame

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Come Kill Me - Lyrics - S.D.E. - Cam'Ron

Title: Come Kill Me
Album: S.D.E.
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Darrell Branch, Cameron Giles

Lyric:
Yo, Weez, wasup man
Yo, word man
What happened?
You hear them niggas man
Them niggas is pussy man, word man
What happened?
Yo, them niggas is dead man, we gon' kill them niggas man
Today, I

Straight like that today man, we gon' murder them niggas man
Assed out man, I heard they do they thing though
Son, don't worry about that man, we gon' do our thing nigga
Yeah, I'm feelin' that let's go kill them niggas man, no doubt

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
Yo, check it out now, uh, yo, yo

Yo, subliminal thoughts, 107th street, criminal court
Pissy drunk up in here, Gordon gin the court
It's like a biscuit, judging my dick though, case acquitted
When it's dough I do whatever it takes to get it

So, chain danglers are in danger
When I skate wit ya ice like the Rangers, assume later
Boss bitch though, goin' out like Tomb Raider
Booth razors, a few blazers, who raised her

He speak Eboni, me and my God daughter C-Hanni
Come through with the mean Tommy
Ask you if you seen mommy
And she three feet behind me

Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gandhi
Me and G O D, from C O C
Like got dough C O D
A S A P, A S A P

Play me, you crazy and your mother ass fat
So I laid her on her stomach
Bust your brothers on her back
Never rubber on or cap, I'm a raw specialist

Make me more devilish
Me and my whores never kiss
Though, motherfucker we was prone to die
Just my green top, yo, we own inside, motherfucker

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

Ayo they used to call me, 'Work Out'
'Cause before I brought my work out, I used to work out
Niggas wanna make deals, na, na I want work out
Now, murk out, before you get cursed out

Bangin' they fun, same as the sun
Hidin' from the church when you slang to the nuns
Chumps come through with giraffe and orangutang guns
Vetty vest, you petty theft, you seem soft

I'm seven judges up in Supreme Court
Mean thoughts all over a teen porch
Wait, don't have to tell you shit
Matter fact, pat him down, who the hell you wit?

Yo, you wack money, wait around all day for pack money
Get a gold chain talkin' 'bout you 'bout to have money
But everything's gonna be all right, why?
'Cause every ring's gonna be all ice and
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

This nigga with the ice mug stuntin'? He won't bust nothing
Yo, talkin' 'bout he gon' touch somethin', he won't bust nothing
Yo, sayin' that he too much frontin', he won't bust nothing
Yo, he just a fake thug bluffin', he won't bust nothing

And his man with the ice grill frontin', he won't kill nothing
Yo, he outside with the mil frontin', he won't kill nothing
Talkin' 'bout he some real somethin', he won't kill nothing
Sayin' yo, I'ma kill something, he won't kill nothing

Not a collecter of Picasso
But everybody in my scepter got dough
Neglect a rock row
Go to charve and not dough ho

But Hector, Comancho, mi amigo rockin' in the side bitch
Maxin out to Marvin, can't know it
That's why I keep the blam, blam loaded
Club grand open, next week we grand close it, come and kill me

Get the fuck outta here
This shit is fuckin' closed
Get the fuck outta here motherfucker
I'll kill you

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

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Friday, August 13, 2010

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

Title: Kill 'Em
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Cameron Giles, Rashad Robinson, Laron James

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Lyric:
Dude, c'mon, you know what you gotta do this time around

Kill 'em, you niggaz ain't nothin'
Kill 'em, you niggaz is frontin'
Kill 'em, you niggaz don't want it
Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em

My niggaz they get it, money
Your niggaz can't get it, money
We'll kill you to get it, money
Money, money, money

It's like everything I'm doin' is gangsta
My whole movement is gangsta, I maneuver with gangstas
I put the T R U in the gangsta
I'm a nuisance to gangstas, I be shootin' at gangstas, kill 'em

If he blink wrong, kill 'em, if he think wrong, kill 'em
Show this muthafucka these ain't no paintballs, kill 'em
Put his eight ball, dead in the side pocket
Some lead from my hot rocket, left in his side pocket, kill 'em

Fuck a microwave, that'll turn his head to a hot pocket
I'm beggin' you ock stop it
'Cause never do I stop it whenever do, I pop it I
Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em

Yeah, I lay around all day with the pound all day
Dawg, I don't play around all day, no
I pop up with the glock up like it's Groundhog's Day
And then I let a round off man

Now how that sound off man
When that pound go bang?
Your face chow lo mein, bye
Chow lil' man, I'm great, when you see me, bow lil' man

You niggaz ain't nothin', kill 'em
You niggaz is frontin', kill 'em
You niggaz don't want it, kill 'em
Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em

My niggaz they get it, money
Your niggaz can't get it, money
We'll kill you to get it, money
Money, money, money

You niggaz ain't nothin', kill 'em
You niggaz is frontin', kill 'em
You niggaz don't want it, kill 'em
Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em

My niggaz they get it, money
Your niggaz don't get it, money
We'll kill you to get it, money
Money, money, money

When the glock go, bang
When the shots go, bang
All you gon' hear is
Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em

And I'm not no game
I pop those things
All you gon' hear is
Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em

For them nachos I'll kill ya, for my block yo I'll kill ya
Let this nigga know he's not no guerrilla and that's not no chinchilla
That's a chopped up guerrilla that they chopped up to get ya
And you bought it, kill 'em

This is not a real nigga, he is not in my picture
I eat lobster for dinner
He got spam on his plate, he got ham on his plate
I don't eat pork, hand me some steak

Nigga, hand me some cake, 'fore I hand you the eight
Like a muthafuckin' hand that you shake, bitch
Give you five nigga, I'ma live nigga
Who? What? Where? When? Why nigga? I nigga, kill 'em

You niggaz ain't nothin', kill 'em
You niggaz is frontin', kill 'em
You niggaz don't want it, kill 'em
Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em

My niggaz they get it, money
Your niggaz can't get it, money
We'll kill you to get it, money
Money, money, money

What's my name? Killa
Who I be with? Killas
What them bitches say?
Killa, killa, killa, killa

Uh oh, there go a cat fight, bitches they spar for dome
Get in the car they foam, never seen cars with phones? Never
Santana, I give any part to Holmes
Eye, ear, heart or bone, back out the orange cones, back up

Even though I go right at the Sergeant stoned
Right with my orange stones, we are at home
Get movin' and took out, I'm usin' the hood route
Hustla please, man you was the look out

Man just look out, I'm a ragin' bull
With amazin' soul, so I'm paid in full
But there's no movie pra, dawgy this the Uzi ride
That'll leave you cutie rootie tootie little booty pie

It's my duty doc, you try to sue me, stop
How you try to judge me, I get Judge Judy shot
Now sue me ock, I just lay and smile
I'll rape your child, they won't make the trial

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Everything'S Okay - Lyrics - Hank Williams

Title: Everything'S Okay
Artist: Hank Williams
Composer(s): Hank Sr Williams

Lyric:
I went to the country just the other day
To see my uncle Bill and sorta pass the time away
I asked him how he'd been since last, I'd passed his way
He rubbed his chin, here's what he had to say

My wife's been sick, the young ones, too
And I'm darn near down with the flu
The cow's gone dry and them hens won't lay
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

The hogs took the cholera and they've all done died
The bees got mad and they left the hive
The weevils got the corn and the rain rotted the hay
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

The porch rotted down that's more expense
The darned old mule he tore down the fence
The mortgage is due and I can't pay
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

The cow broke in the field and eat up the beans
The darn rabbits they got the turnip greens
And my ma-in-law just moved in to stay
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

My land's so poor so hard and yeller
You have to set on a sack of fertilizer to raise an umbreller
And it rains out here nearly every day
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

The wells gone dry and I have to tote the water
Up from the spring about a mile and a quarter
My helper, he quit for the lack of pay
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

The house it leaks it needs a new top
When it rains it wets everything we got
The chimney fell down just yesterday
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

The corn meals gone and the meat's run out
Got nothin' to kill to put in the smokehouse
The preacher's comin' Sunday to spend the day
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

The canned stuffs spoiled else the jar's got broke
And all we got left is one old Billy goat
We're gonna have a new baby about the first of may
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

My crop it rotted in the ground
I asked for another loan but the banker turned me down
But we're still a-livin' and we're prayin' for better days
So after all, everything's in pretty good shape

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Escape From The Mooselodge - Lyrics - We Kill Everything - Gwar

Title: Escape From The Mooselodge
Album: We Kill Everything
Artist: Gwar
Composer(s): David E Brockie, Michael R Derks, Don H Drakulich, Bob Gorman, Hunter P Jackson, Scott A Krahl, Matt Maguire, David M Musel, Casey D Orr, Bradley Dunbar Roberts, Danielle Stampe

Lyric:
Gwar, the once mighty
Scumdogs of the universe wallow in the filth
That their lives have become
Drug addicted, riddled with disease
They're not dogs, they're just scum

Could they get a chance to change their fate
Destroy the things they've come to love with hate
Only time will tell
I'm sick of this damn planet and the sluts and the booze
I'd like to kill the Master, and start turning the screws

The sins of this planet have long since grown stale
We need to kill on a galactic scale
Forsaken by their cosmic master
Gwar constantly schemes
For a way to escape Earth, realize their twisted dreams

Old men fly into space, Gwar cannot
This re-occuring pattern of failure
Has fucked with them a lot
Get me the hell out of Dodge
I'll turn in my card at the Moose Lodge

But first let me settle my account at Blockbuster
And bid fond adieu to my friend General Custer
I scream to the heavens to split open wide
And let loose a torrent of death's ghastly tide
The power of Chaos, there's no reason why
We need a way to make everybody die

The ancient legend of, "The TimeBomb"
An alien device which supposedly chronicled
All time's events from the beginning-to the end
If it could be deciphed by our bum, bling anti-heroes
Then the end of the world would come

As to what this has to do with anything, I'm not really sure
Out there the power is growing and it's growing fast
Here the only thing growing is my big fat ass
Sales are dropping, riffs are slopping
Can you smell the zits I'm popping

What the hell can we do? We've done it all
I've humped god's nose, I've reeked of booze
I've canceled shows

Became everything that I despised and my own hell I recognize
But there's just so many little bohabs
And they're always crowding around begging me to suckle them
And tie their mothers down, I will kill their girlfriends
I will smoke their crack I become the pimp-daddy

I become the Mack but everyday I'm doing I'm dying deep inside
But I'm gonna tell ya something gonna give you back your pride
So here's a little thought that I had the other day
If we could blow the planet up we could just float away

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Can'T Give It Up - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Can'T Give It Up
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Bryon Mccane, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday
They tell me the world is mine but shit I don't want it, who want it?
How could it be mine and I'm still hungry, still hungry
Lost and lonely, so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend

But I predicted this endin', back in the day
'Cause I had visions of bad decisions knew niggaz would go astray
Although we pray and we pray and we pray
We do but still wanna make the loot

No more united, divided we fall, nigga and hard
We all dealt fucked up cards but don't complain
Just play the hand that you was dealt
You play 'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail

It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction
'Cause I, could look at the piece of the puzzle
It ain't no love involved everything we was dissolved
We all hard as one, but together we raw

And there ain't a nigga that can fuck wit that
We split up, we tied up, my nigga wassup wit that
Lettin' the devil get in, to the pen, devils pretendin' to be friends
We was taken by that snake in the grass

Should of stuck the nigga fast
Yeah, that motherfuckin' snake in the grass
We dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus
Now our family reunion done turned into a family crisis

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

I was never on some solo shit
Always down to roll and blow a head off
He dead off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me
When I was lonely and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church

And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death
When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
I think the world is just collapsin'
But I'm still rappin' get it all off my chest

So I came back to the action
When the bird was flyin', low, and laughin'
Family bashin' 'til it just happened
Then Wally passed and he asked me, "Wasn't it tragic?"

Louie askin' me if he'll ever come back so hard
We tell the truth, no use in beatin' around the bush
Baby I'm sorry, it's all in the game, throwin' up blood
Fuck it Layz', let's sign our life away

Now see me? I ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang
It's hard to come by and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walkbys
And you don't want that, neither do I
But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler

High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine
Even if it mean murder, gettin' caught, fuck it let me fry
Know it's hectic, niggaz start shit nowadays
But I'm a hustler just like you, don't bring that shit my way

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Hell naw I'll be thugged out nigga, turned out nigga
Runnin' wit niggaz thats killas
The realest that be shermed out nigga
Spittin' my prophecy ain't no stoppin' me

I'm comin' through with the motherfuckin' shotty
I really don't wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati
Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I.
I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C.

Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you
Blast you, hit 'em up like 'Pac did
Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture
Your ghetto resource'll be pay back, pay back

Little Lay dat, young nigga with scrilla
And bitch I thought you knew
You got a beam on me? I got a beam on you
You fuck wit me? I'ma fuck wit you

Bitch, like it always be
Y'all bitches gon' have to kill me, feel me!
You gon' have to pop me, to even try to stop me from grindin'
I'm leavin' you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us

All the nigga know what the hood like
In the streets gotta get that good life
Sellin' that, yeah, up under the street light
It's the hood life, don't fight

A nigga want out but just can't get out
So I guess I gots to face it
All them dreams of havin big thangs
I'm still gon' chase it

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

Here they come, wait can I bark talk Bone, jumpin' it feelin'
Better now, better hit 'em with the future shot
But feelin' like Pac, that's what the guy thought
But this shit don't stop, I send much love to the pop

Droppin' this shit today, we kickin' this thug music
Better love us, so when I love smokin' buds on the bus
See we gone sells out that'll make you lust
My nigga don't play too close, my thugs in heaven and shit

My niggas'll pop with the pistols, and snap out the holsters
And cover a snitch all wet
Why the fuck could not he write me S E T for the second sincerely
We baggin' 'em up rollin' niggas and throwin' 'em in the wasteland

Soldier, told ya nigga we gone have our time
Like daughters in heaven don't tell him, on his knee
He's fell, he better hope he don't fall victim
Niggas pick up another, then they run

But I'm through with the body bitch ah
But when they want it, yea he just in the business
Flesh givin' you pain or pleasure, whatever you want I'ma bring
Young, but them package you'll be impressed

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)
...

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Can'T Give It Up [Rock Remix] - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 2 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Can'T Give It Up [Rock Remix]
Album: The Collection: Vol. 2
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Bryon Mccane, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday
They tell me the world is mine but shit I don't want it, who want it?
How could it be mine and I'm still hungry, still hungry
Lost and lonely, so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend

But I predicted this endin', back in the day
'Cause I had visions of bad decisions knew niggaz would go astray
Although we pray and we pray and we pray
We do but still wanna make the loot

No more united, divided we fall, nigga and hard
We all dealt fucked up cards but don't complain
Just play the hand that you was dealt
You play 'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail

It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction
'Cause I, could look at the piece of the puzzle
It ain't no love involved everything we was dissolved
We all hard as one, but together we raw

And there ain't a nigga that can fuck wit that
We split up, we tied up, my nigga wassup wit that
Lettin' the devil get in, to the pen, devils pretendin' to be friends
We was taken by that snake in the grass

Should of stuck the nigga fast
Yeah, that motherfuckin' snake in the grass
We dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus
Now our family reunion done turned into a family crisis

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

I was never on some solo shit
Always down to roll and blow a head off
He dead off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me
When I was lonely and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church

And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death
When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
I think the world is just collapsin'
But I'm still rappin' get it all off my chest

So I came back to the action
When the bird was flyin', low, and laughin'
Family bashin' 'til it just happened
Then Wally passed and he asked me, "Wasn't it tragic?"

Louie askin' me if he'll ever come back so hard
We tell the truth, no use in beatin' around the bush
Baby I'm sorry, it's all in the game, throwin' up blood
Fuck it Layz', let's sign our life away

Now see me? I ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang
It's hard to come by and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walkbys
And you don't want that, neither do I
But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler

High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine
Even if it mean murder, gettin' caught, fuck it let me fry
Know it's hectic, niggaz start shit nowadays
But I'm a hustler just like you, don't bring that shit my way

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Hell naw I'll be thugged out nigga, turned out nigga
Runnin' wit niggaz thats killas
The realest that be shermed out nigga
Spittin' my prophecy ain't no stoppin' me

I'm comin' through with the motherfuckin' shotty
I really don't wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati
Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I.
I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C.

Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you
Blast you, hit 'em up like 'Pac did
Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture
Your ghetto resource'll be pay back, pay back

Little Lay dat, young nigga with scrilla
And bitch I thought you knew
You got a beam on me? I got a beam on you
You fuck wit me? I'ma fuck wit you

Bitch, like it always be
Y'all bitches gon' have to kill me, feel me!
You gon' have to pop me, to even try to stop me from grindin'
I'm leavin' you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us

All the nigga know what the hood like
In the streets gotta get that good life
Sellin' that, yeah, up under the street light
It's the hood life, don't fight

A nigga want out but just can't get out
So I guess I gots to face it
All them dreams of havin big thangs
I'm still gon' chase it

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

Here they come, wait can I bark talk Bone, jumpin' it feelin'
Better now, better hit 'em with the future shot
But feelin' like Pac, that's what the guy thought
But this shit don't stop, I send much love to the pop

Droppin' this shit today, we kickin' this thug music
Better love us, so when I love smokin' buds on the bus
See we gone sells out that'll make you lust
My nigga don't play too close, my thugs in heaven and shit

My niggas'll pop with the pistols, and snap out the holsters
And cover a snitch all wet
Why the fuck could not he write me S E T for the second sincerely
We baggin' 'em up rollin' niggas and throwin' 'em in the wasteland

Soldier, told ya nigga we gone have our time
Like daughters in heaven don't tell him, on his knee
He's fell, he better hope he don't fall victim
Niggas pick up another, then they run

But I'm through with the body bitch ah
But when they want it, yea he just in the business
Flesh givin' you pain or pleasure, whatever you want I'ma bring
Young, but them package you'll be impressed

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)
...

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Straight Outta Now Rule - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Straight Outta Now Rule
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): R Hall, D Murphy, L Dechalus, W Dixon

Lyric:
Straight outta Now Rule, Brand Nu keepin' cool
We drop a jewel and never stoppin' what we do
Always do what we must, everything that we touch
Is going platinum plus, comin' through in a clutch

Straight outta Now Rule, Brand Nu keepin' cool
We drop a jewel and never stoppin' what we do
Always do what we must, everything that we touch
Is going platinum plus, comin' through in a clutch

A lot of y'all niggas is 85th on some shady shit
Bark is much worse than your bite like a baby pit
In the pitch dark of the night you's afraid to get exposed
like the sunlight which rose in the morning

Froze in a gunfight, forcing those
Who run with you to reevaluate affiliations
We salivate from hunger, placed in fucked up situations
And wonder when retaliation will occur, build destroy he or her

It's time to fill the void, niggas kill the noise
To the young boys, you fuckin' with a grown-ass man
Watch your tone or get acquainted with the back of my hand
Nubian Brand steadily influencin' fans

For other rappers we gon' ruin your plans
What we doin' stands as a motto
Like Grace Jones' nipple to the bottle
We pioneer and never follow

We're out for the lion's share now watch me take it there
Yeah, my verbal clarity speaks for my popularity
Sell 5 million CDs and give the proceeds to my favorite charity
Son, I ain't gonna super splash you with no Fantasy Island shit

I mean I work hard for what I got and I be thankful for what I get
And if you practice, spit your verbs properly, not sloppily
Like monopoly, you can end up with cheese, whips and property
Oh damn, silly of me, I forgot to let y'all know

It's one thing you should never do in this game and that's sell your soul
I make a lot of sense then I go and make the dollars
Work hard like blue collars, ghetto scholars is hard to follow
Niggas say it's real rough today and I say what you say

They promised me 40 acres and a mule
And all I got was a project and a subway
I stay positive, niggas mistake that for not hard
Nigga I'm God, walk through North America like Master Farrad

Me and my squad, separating the peas from the pod
No bodyguard, fuck around and roll a tank through your yard

Straight outta Now Rule, Brand Nu keepin' cool
We drop a jewel and never stoppin' what we do
Always do what we must, everything that we touch
Is going platinum plus, comin' through in a clutch

Yeah, man, these 'Dick in the butt', rappers could get shot in the face
Dragged through the streets and probably left some place
I seem shootouts in the park, ball games turned tragic
Bitch niggas gettin' smacked and smacked again

In front of they girl, and she's throwing away that ass
And I ain't really asked for it cos a lot of niggas tore it
And yes, my man Hav had bought me something from VA
I was gonna hit him with doe but he ain't real want no shorts

'Cause we had worked together and he knew I was true blue
Man, I swore I would never go to VA again
Until I found out who killed my best friend
I can tell by the wind somebody's gettin' ready to bend

They lifestyle's 'bout to end, I'm in these African cabs
On stores run by the Arabs with pictures of yen
Seem like they schemin'
Herculoid cats get flattened and reduced to pitchin'
That girl gave you crabs but I can't explain those scabs
Ha ha, where we at? Flash one-time

Straight outta Now Rule, Brand Nu keepin' cool
We drop a jewel and never stoppin' what we do
Always do what we must, everything that we touch
Is going platinum plus, comin' through in a clutch

Straight outta Now Rule, Brand Nu keepin' cool
We drop a jewel and never stoppin' what we do
Always do what we must, everything that we touch
Is going platinum plus, comin' through in a clutch

Ha, '98, too soon
Brand Nubian, what?

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Friday, August 20, 2010

I Wanna Kill Sam - Lyrics - Death Certificate - Ice Cube

Title: I Wanna Kill Sam
Album: Death Certificate
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Bernard Worrell, Harold Lee Clayton, William Earl Collins, Bradley Ridgell, David Spradley, Sigidi O'Shea Jackson, Garry Shider, Jr., George Clinton

Lyric:
The army is the only way out for a young black teenager.
We'll provide you with housing, we'll provide you with education
We'll provide you with everything you need to survive in life
We'll help you to be the best soldier in the U.S. of A.
Because we do more before 7 A.M.
Than most niggers do in their whole lifetime

I'm comin'
I'm comin'
I'm comin'
I'm comin'

I wanna kill him, 'cause he tried to play me like the trick
But you see, I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
I got the A to the motherfuckin' K, and it's ready to rip
Slapped in my banana clip and I'm lookin'

Is he in Watts, Oakland, Philly or Brooklyn?
It seems like he got the whole country behind him
So it's sort of hard to find him
But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth

Pump seventeen rounds make his brains hang out
'Cause the shit he did was uncalled for
Tried to fuck a brother up the ass like a small whore
And that shit ain't fly

So now I'm settin' up, the ultimate drive-by
And when you hear this shit
It make the world say
"Damn, I wanna kill Sam"

Do the niggaz run this motherfucker?
Do the niggaz run this motherfucker?

Momma, some man at the front do'
Sit yo' ass down
Uhh hi, I have reason to believe that someone in this household
Has just turned eighteen, am I correct?

Here's why I wanna kill the punk
'Cause he tried to take a motherfuckin' chunk of the funk
He came to my house, I let 'em bail in
'Cause he said he was down with the L.M

He gave up a little dap
Then turned around, and pulled out a gat
I knew it was a caper
I said, "Please don't kill my mother," so he raped her

Tied me up, took me outside
And I was thrown in a big truck
And it was packed like sardines
Full of niggaz, who fell for the same scheme

Took us to a place and made us work
All day and we couldn't have shit to say
Broke up the families forever
And to this day black folks can't stick together

And it's odd
Broke us down, made us pray, to his God
And when I think about it, it make me say
"Damn, I wanna kill Sam"

I'm comin'
I'm comin'
I'm comin'

Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me
I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me
And hang me by a rope 'til my neck snapped
Now the sneaky motherfucker wanna ban rap

And put me under dirt or concrete
But God, can see through a white sheet
'Cause you the devil in drag
You can burn your cross, well I'll burn your flag

Try to give me the H-I-V
So I can stop makin babies like me
And you're givin' dope to my people chump
Just wait 'til we get over that hump

'Cause yo' ass is grass cause I'ma blast
Can't bury rap, like you buried jazz
'Cause we stopped bein' whores, stop doin' floors
So bitch you can fight your own wars

So if you see a man in red white and blue
Gettin' janked by the Lench Mob crew
It's a man who deserves to buckle
I wanna kill Sam 'cause he ain't my motherfuckin' Uncle

We've gone nowhere in 200 years?, That's correct
We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?, That's correct
We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?, That's correct

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

We'Ve Got Nothing But Love To Prove - Lyrics - Faith Hill

Title: We'Ve Got Nothing But Love To Prove
Artist: Faith Hill
Composer(s): Darrell Scott

Lyric:
What if no one would kill for their religion?
What if no one ever had to go to war?
What if children of the world made the decisions?
Paint by number hatred wasn't hangin' around anymore

Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.
In the good ol' U.S.A.
Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.
In the good ol' U.S.A., yeah

It's like everything and nothing leads to wisdom
It's like no one really means what they say
While we fight for peace and die for our freedom
I guess we'll leave it to our children to find a better way

Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol' U.S.A.
Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol' U.S.A.

Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol' U.S.A.
Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol' U.S.A.

I know that I, I'm just a dreamer
A common man, schemer
Looking for light
Out of the dark night of my soul

I hear the drums of war, they are a changin'
And everybody's getting in the groove
Oh, we're laughin' and dancin' and talkin' and jammin' and singin'
Oh, we've got nothin' but love to prove, so how about you?

Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol' U.S.A.
Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol' U.S.A.

Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol' U.S.A.
Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol', good ol' U.S.A.

Hey, is everything, everything, is everything a-okay?
Hey, is everything, everything, is everything a-okay?

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Everything'S A Go - Lyrics - M.A.D.E. - Memphis Bleek

Title: Everything'S A Go
Album: M.A.D.E.
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Linda Creed, Justin Gregory Smith, Thomas Bell, Malik Deshawn Cox

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Lyric:
Everything's a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's real
Everything's a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason
Everything's a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me
Everything's a go
Mami hit me on the jack told me meet her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to call her back, its a go

Bleek come scoop you, try to seduce you
Half Black and Chinese, she gave me the fu-fu
A little bit of that, wan-tan soup
From the hood, got more chips then wan-tan

But matter fact, got more cheese than nacho
Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all by myself
Now you haters wanna crowd my space

Hundred grand all in your face, motherfucker better fix ya face
For they butterfly-stitch ya face
If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in place
If the record sound 'Just' get the blaze, nigga

Put in back, on the block for motherfuckers
The Roc get hot, let 'em scream "It's the Roc, in ya area"
You better warn ya folks
They hate to see a real clique, but now

Everything's a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's real
Everything's a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason
Everything's a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me
Everything's a go
Mami hit me on the jack told me meet her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to call her back, its a go

Highest paid act, highest paid to rap
I advance myself, and pay myself back
Ha, man you gotta love that
When them pockets on "E" man you gotta hug that
Corner like you wanna proposal and lock that
Kill a nigga for the scrilla man I'm not above that

Oh hold on Young, let me get it back
You got beef in these streets, Lord, let me get a gat
Boy you now tuned into the greatest
Can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us

Nigga it's nothin', my crew and half dozens
That's 'cause we scramble, like we Vick's half cousins
Boy and get ya mind right nigga
We gon' put you on the news, you want lime light nigga
Channel 2 or Channel 4, you know what 9 like nigga
Groupie men, we put on UPN

Everything's a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's real
Everything's a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason
Everything's a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me
Everything's a go
Mami hit me on the jack told me meet her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to call her back, its a go

One, thug in the club, two, models to go
Three, bottles of Arma', four, jars of dro
Five shots to draw, my six hits took off
Seven you make Heaven, or eight, everything's a go

Mami got that ice in ya drink
Long legs short skirt, what you mean, everything's a go
My thugs out die of the club wit Timbs
Nine on ya waist, let's roll we gettin' in

Nigga I'm back for, I'm willin' to clap boy
You holdin' me back for' go
I spring into action, Brooklyn I'm back for
I'm bringin' it back boys 'cause

Everything's a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's real
Everything's a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason
Everything's a go
Squad in the club wit me tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me
Everything's a go
Mami hit me on the jack told me meet her at the spot
And I'm 'bout to call her back, its a go

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Ready For War - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: Ready For War
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Jamal Grinnage, Trevor Smith, Eric Murry

Lyric:
Tri-lateral commission
Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down

Every time I take a look, the only thing I see is
(My live niggaz in the spot)
Tell me what y'all want?
(Give me everything you got)
Y'all niggaz ready to do it
(Let's blow the motherfuckin' spot)
All my niggaz
Attention
(Loud and clear)

Where my niggaz ready for war?
(We right here!)
Get 'em
(When we spot 'em)
Hit 'em
(Kid we got 'em)
Where my niggaz ready for war?
(We right here!)

I got reason to believe, some of you niggaz feel
The man isn't live and direct
(Get at 'em Bill!)
Long, breathe easy pop, this is Hip-Hop
In the harm way, we do it the war way, all day
I never procrastinate
(You shouldn't)

I'm from where the war games fascinate
(You couldn't)
You wouldn't believe what they've been tellin' me
The perfect match is jail and me
'Cause I was born with a felony
Fuck that! How this shit look?
When a nigga stretched out, with his chest out
And a mess out in Brooklyn

Y'all motherfuckers is back?
Y'all motherfuckers don't know how to act
Y'all motherfuckers attack
And those motherfuckers are wack, I traveled a rocky road
Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the unload
Father forgive me for my sins
But I'ma raise hell to the bitter end, I'm a soldier!

Every time I take a look, the only thing I see is
(My live niggaz in the spot)
Tell me what y'all want?
(Give me everything you got)
Y'all niggaz ready to do it
(Let's blow the motherfuckin' spot)
All my niggaz
Attention
(Loud and clear)

Where my niggaz ready for war?
(We right here!)
Get 'em
(When we spot 'em)
Hit 'em
(Kid we got 'em)
Where my niggaz ready for war?
(We right here!)

Fuck the bullshit! I kick a bone out yo' ass
Hardrock nigga? I kick the stone out yo' ass!
Warning, to all those, caps get peeled
Quicker than e-mail to your ass sayin',
(Kill kill kill!)
Curb chasin', straight lacin', with a Mac-10 blazin'
Split yo' ass up like a temptation
You cats is animated cartoons
(Who you?)
The Return of Goodfellas Part Two

Bitch throw your fuckin' guns up, put your fuckin' hands down
(Hot flames up)
Buck you with
(Busta bust down)
We sneak the guns right in, y'all keep tryin'
And I'ma check all pussies like a G-Y-N
Open up your can of "Whoop Ass", I'll open up
A fresh can of, "I'll Fuck Yo' Ass Up Quick Fast"
Flipmode, M.O.P., Fizzy Wo-mack, Wo-mack
Y'all know who the fuck I am

Every time I take a look, the only thing I see is
(My live niggaz in the spot)
Tell me what y'all want?
(Give me everything you got)
Y'all niggaz ready to do it
(Let's blow the motherfuckin' spot)
All my niggaz
Attention
(Loud and clear)

Where my niggaz ready for war?
(We right here!)
Get 'em
(When we spot 'em)
Hit 'em
(Kid we got 'em)
Where my niggaz ready for war?
(We right here!)

Aiyyo yo-yuh-yo, and now I hear no one
(You)
Would let less than a motherfucker fear no one
None of y'all niggaz don't really wanna fuck with the dread
The street brawler stomp your face into the back of yo' head
C'mon now, I'm quick to roast fry boil and even toast a guy
Multiply the ghosts like the world's greatest coke supply
Shit changed, you sellin' weed over the damn computer
Introduce the millennium stomp nigga for the future

I be that prime honorary nigga
That'll voluntarily blast the last, Tom & Jerry ass nigga
And write raps to the sound of these gats
Perhaps my raps will paralyze a bitch-ass and make him collapse
Yo, see they be quick to bust they fashion of a calico
My niggaz Berkowitz and that other motherfucker Fizzy Wo'
Mashin' through the city yo, and the foot it don't lie
Ready to blow this bitch up at the drop of a dime

Every time I take a look, the only thing I see is
(My live niggaz in the spot)
Tell me what y'all want?
(Give me everything you got)
Y'all niggaz ready to do it
(Let's blow the motherfuckin' spot)
All my niggaz
Attention
(Loud and clear)

Where my niggaz ready for war?
(We right here!)
Get 'em
(When we spot 'em)
Hit 'em
(Kid we got 'em)
Where my niggaz ready for war?
(We right here!)

Yeah, Flipmode mutherfucka

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