Welcome To The Show - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Welcome To The Show
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike Puwal, Joseph Bruce, Michael E Clark

Lyric:
Well, hello boy and girls come on in see the show
It's the mystical, magical, great dark carnival
Don't bother lookin' for parkin', get rid of it
It ain't like you ever comin' back you fuckin' idiot

The carnival emerges only when you about to die
Right now motherfucker, you about dead in the sky
So come and put your soul up on the murder-go-round
And we'll strap you down and send you into oblivion

I got a spike for your neck with my ninja blowgun
'Cause I be the juggalada Don Dada Lada shogun
I swings my sword down and split you in two
Before you even fall, I bitch smack both of you

Welcome to the carnival 50,000 Juggalos
Freaks and weirdos, and killers at our shows
I'm just glad we down with 'em, hate to be y'all
And have a juggalo shatter my skull, for the carnival

Welcome to the show, Shangri-la of the dark carnival
Welcome to the show, bitch boy you dead
Welcome to the show, Shangri-la of the dark carnival
Welcome to the show, dead, dead, dead, dead

Fuck you if you don't like it

Welcome to my exhibit, I be the Shaggs
Sit back and enjoy, relax your nipples and nutbags
It's only Juggalos here you know what we about
Swingin' hatchets, Faygo, and our dick in your mouth

So they call us a circus we accept the roll
We been sayin' that it's comin' for like 10 years or so
And everywhere that we from Alaska to Spain
We seein' Juggalos dancin' in the Faygo rain

Some of those at our shows feel a carnival high
I seen them jump from the stage and float off into the sky
They ain't never comin' back, their carnival has been found
And all we can do is dream about it smokin' 'em down

I got love for dead people and I hope to die
I got Neden waitin' on me up in Shangri-la
But if you really wanna hear the fuckin' devils exhibit
The shit is called hells pit run out and get it

Welcome to the show, Shangri-la of the dark carnival
Welcome to the show, bitch boy you dead
Welcome to the show, Shangri-la of the dark carnival
Welcome to the show, dead, dead, dead, dead

Juggalos said

When it's your time, death is near, step right up on over here
Games, prizes, shows, and rides, it's that carnival paradise
When it's your time, death is near, step right up on over here
Games, prizes, shows, and rides, it's that carnival paradise

Welcome to the show, Shangri-la of the dark carnival
Welcome to the show, it's that carnival paradise
Welcome to the show, Shangri-la of the dark carnival
Welcome to the show, it's that carnival paradise

And fuck the fuck outta you if you don't like it

When it's your time, death is near, step right up on over here
Games, prizes, shows, and rides, it's that carnival paradise
When it's your time, death is near, step right up on over here
Games, prizes, shows, and rides, it's that carnival paradise

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Welcome To Thy Show - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Welcome To Thy Show
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike Puwal, Joseph Bruce, Michael E Clark

Lyric:
Well, hello boy and girls come on in see the show
It's the mystical, magical, great dark carnival
Don't bother lookin' for parkin', get rid of it
It ain't like you ever comin' back you fuckin' idiot

The carnival emerges only when you about to die
Right now motherfucker, you about dead in the sky
So come and put your soul up on the murder-go-round
And we'll strap you down and send you into oblivion

I got a spike for your neck with my ninja blowgun
'Cause I be the juggalada Don Dada Lada shogun
I swings my sword down and split you in two
Before you even fall, I bitch smack both of you

Welcome to the carnival 50,000 Juggalos
Freaks and weirdos, and killers at our shows
I'm just glad we down with 'em, hate to be y'all
And have a juggalo shatter my skull, for the carnival

Welcome to the show, Shangri-la of the dark carnival
Welcome to the show, bitch boy you dead
Welcome to the show, Shangri-la of the dark carnival
Welcome to the show, dead, dead, dead, dead

Fuck you if you don't like it

Welcome to my exhibit, I be the Shaggs
Sit back and enjoy, relax your nipples and nutbags
It's only Juggalos here you know what we about
Swingin' hatchets, Faygo, and our dick in your mouth

So they call us a circus we accept the roll
We been sayin' that it's comin' for like 10 years or so
And everywhere that we from Alaska to Spain
We seein' Juggalos dancin' in the Faygo rain

Some of those at our shows feel a carnival high
I seen them jump from the stage and float off into the sky
They ain't never comin' back, their carnival has been found
And all we can do is dream about it smokin' 'em down

I got love for dead people and I hope to die
I got Neden waitin' on me up in Shangri-la
But if you really wanna hear the fuckin' devils exhibit
The shit is called hells pit run out and get it

Welcome to the show, Shangri-la of the dark carnival
Welcome to the show, bitch boy you dead
Welcome to the show, Shangri-la of the dark carnival
Welcome to the show, dead, dead, dead, dead

Juggalos said

When it's your time, death is near, step right up on over here
Games, prizes, shows, and rides, it's that carnival paradise
When it's your time, death is near, step right up on over here
Games, prizes, shows, and rides, it's that carnival paradise

Welcome to the show, Shangri-la of the dark carnival
Welcome to the show, it's that carnival paradise
Welcome to the show, Shangri-la of the dark carnival
Welcome to the show, it's that carnival paradise

And fuck the fuck outta you if you don't like it

When it's your time, death is near, step right up on over here
Games, prizes, shows, and rides, it's that carnival paradise
When it's your time, death is near, step right up on over here
Games, prizes, shows, and rides, it's that carnival paradise

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Welcome To The Pit - Lyrics - Accident Of Birth - Bruce Dickinson

Title: Welcome To The Pit
Album: Accident Of Birth
Artist: Bruce Dickinson
Composer(s): Adrian Smith, Bruce Dickinson

Lyric:
You come on down to the pit
Come on down to where the vipers spit
I've been waiting for you down here

Cover your eyes with the velvet hands of darkness
Cover your eyes with the velvet hands of darkness

I don't even know your name
You won't even see my face
But you choose to play my games
Welcome to the hard place

I'll bring you back from the brink
Are you surprised in every way that you like it?
Are you surprised that you want it?
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!)

Cover your lips with a wicked tongue of silence
Cover your lips with a wicked tongue of silence

I don't even know your name
You won't even see my face
But you choose to play my games
Welcome to the hard place

Back to back, you ride the snake
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
You feel it strike, you feel it bite ya

Cover your eyes with the velvet hands of darkness
Cover your lips with a wicked tongue of silence

I don't even know your name
You won't even see my face
But you choose to play my games
Welcome to the hard place

I don't even know your name
You won't even see my face
But you choose to play my games
Now you can feel the hard, the hard
Place

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Miami Shit - Lyrics - El Mariel - Pitbull

Title: Miami Shit
Album: El Mariel
Artist: Pitbull
Composer(s): Tony Castillo, Armando Perez, Brandon Holemon

Lyric:
Introducin' Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5

Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass

This to them boys on their way to Tennessee
Listenin' to M.J.G, breakin' dem birds and 8-balls
Be careful with them ki's, don't hesitate to squeeze
Watch out for them Feds 'coz they hate y'all

Bank accounts overseas, when them Feds come for me
All they gon' find is CD's, no weight, dog
But wait, dog 'coz Pit is back, bigger, badder, stronger
It's alright, you can hate, dog

But don't be surprised if a chico do you like Nicholas Cage
And blow your motherfuckin' 'Face Off'
Who the fuck wanna face off?
'Coz I'm willin' and ready to cock, aim and bang

Show the world what it means to be born and raised
In the home of the K's, that's the County of Dade
Well, they used to shoot straight phase, now they shoot AK's
So if they kick in your door, I suggest you do what they say

These are the facts of life minus them three bitches
They don't rap no more, all they do is snitchin'
I went from no pot to piss in
To gettin' taught how to whip up a pot in the kitchen, listen

Cook, cook, whip, whip, chop, chop, oh
Hear the shots, don't look, stop, drop, roll
Hit the block, tell them fiends stop, cock, go
Used to be my life but not no more

Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass

Take my banana clip to a banana click
Now that's some Miami shit
Give me your big old shit with a ton of bricks
Now that's some Miami shit

Chevys on 22's, 24's, 26
Now that's some Miami shit
That's right, that's what, that's right, that's what
That's right, I'm from Miami, bitch

I eat, sleep, shit, talk rap
See that 745 LI, yeah, I bought that
They never thought but I thought that
Give 'em a brick, bakin' soda and a peaka and it's brought back

High ranks to be exact, I bring it back
How you want it, from the stove or the microwave?
How you want it, high yellow or light brown
Or feel that Method Man, I got 'em fiendin' with they pipes out

Let's ride, I done reminisce on them days
When they used to jack tourists everyday in Dade
That's how JT Money got his name
Miami, all it equals is tons of cocaine

This is what we grew up and learned to do
These Cubans'll teach you 'bout a bird or two
Keep actin' like these boys won't murder you
Now here the sun ain't the only thing burnin' you

This where the bitches go two ways
Niggas love gun play and a triangle equals a one way
If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout then you from Dade
If you don't then welcome to rappin' raised the bottom

Welcome to rappin' raised the crib
Welcome to rappin' raised Magic City
Welcome to rappin' raised 305, county of Dade
Let's ride

Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Step on the gas, step on the gas
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Step on the gas, step on the gas

Take my banana clip to a banana click
Now that's some Miami shit
Give me your big old shit with a ton of bricks
Now that's some Miami shit

Chevys on 22's, 24's, 26
Now that's some Miami shit
That's right, that's what, that's right, that's what
That's right, I'm from Miami, bitch

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Workin' It - Lyrics - Don Henley

Title: Workin' It
Artist: Don Henley
Composer(s): Don Henley, Stanley Lynch, Frank Turner Simes

Lyric:
Ah, it's open season here my friend
It always is, it always has been
Welcome, welcome to the U.S.A.
We're partying fools in the autumn of our heyday

And though we're running out of everything
We can't afford to quit, no
Before this binge is over
We've got to squeeze off one more hit
We're workin' it

(Workin', workin)
Workin' it
(Workin')

Soon you will be dancing face to face
With the limits of ambition and the scars of the marketplace
Welcome to the land of flame and fizz
Where you will learn that packaging is all that Heaven is

We got the little black car, the little black dress
We got the guru and the trainer and the full court press
We got the software, hard drive, CD ROM
We got the exploitation.com

We got the pager, cell phone, bootleg methaqualone
The media, the message "You are what you own"
We got the agent, lawyer, lapdog, voyeur
Talk show, book deal, round mouth, square meal

We're so busy covering our asses
We just can't commit
We say, "Oh back off, don't bother me baby"
Can't you see I'm workin' it

(Workin', workin)
Workin' it
(Workin')

It's plain to see Miss Liberty has not yet come of age
But she loves to feed the animals
As long as they're locked up in the cage
Yeah, but everybody knows the girl's got balls of brass
Aw, kiss my ass

We've got a whole new class of opiates
To blunt the stench of discontent
In these corporation nation states
Where the loudest live to trample on the least
They say it's just the predatory nature of the beast

But, the barons in the balcony are laughing
And pointing to the pit, they say, "Aw look
They've grown accustomed to the smell
Now, people love that shit
We're workin' it"

(Workin', workin)
Workin' it
(Workin')

We got the short term gain, the long term mess
We got the suffocating, quarterly consciousness
(Workin')
Yes man, run like a thief

New york to Hollywood, hype and glory
Special effects and no story
(Workin')
Yes man, run like a thief

Workin' it
Workin' it
(Workin')

Well, you don't know who the enemy is
(Workin')
You don't know
You don't know who the enemy is
(Workin')

Company man
(Workin')
Eight for me, one for you
(Workin')
Very fair
Business as usual, business as usual

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Connected - Lyrics - The Last Temptation - Ja Rule

Title: Connected
Album: The Last Temptation
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, D Wickliffe, D Woodard, A Parker

Lyric:
Woo
Murder Inc motherfucker

We world wide connected
And ya'll don't want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected
So ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
World wide connected nigga
Ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
Gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit
Murder Inc in the role who could fuck wit this

It ain't no verse mother fuckers who fake East thugs
Its murder Inc in the role nigga throw up your dub
They show us love in the club real niggaz bossed up man
We heavily intoxicated so toss it up
Attacks your mind and your conscience
Written to enhance this verbally thugs grammar
I'm 'bout to touch the roof wit it
Extraordinary and I was never ordinary at the cemetery

Missin' my homies in mortuaries
End all most real young name and 'pac
I'm a keep my heat tucked until my soul goes pop
I hear a lot of niggaz rapping
But there ain't that many rappers
Out there scraping and keep it cracking
We keep it happening
I'm a million out the gate

No scratch that 8 from CD's to tapes
We rock like earthquakes
I'm Eastwood catch me dipping a fleetwood
Like a G should
Young Eastwood is so damn good

We world wide connected
And ya'll don't want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected
So ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
World wide connected nigga
Ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
Gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit

Nigga think that I is raw spit
Murder inc in the role, we all sick
So all niggaz involved get mauled
Quick as a dog and the raw gets you involved
And I'm a draw quick, nigga aww shit
Punks talking lick I haul off quick
Wit' a sawed off kick it's like they fall off cliffs
Y'all call it off before all y'all get stoned
Like you're fallen off in a raw mosh pit

Off in a ditch your coffin is sick
While I floss in the awesomest whips
And I toss in your chicks
Your caution when your calling your six
'Cause your talk can get you crossed and lost in the mix
I'm a pause in the bitch bossed in the pits
Burn I serve niggaz stay off at ya clique
Spend off with ya grip my land of gangreen you
I have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip, motherfucker

We world wide connected
And ya'll don't want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected
So ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
World wide connected nigga
Ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
Gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit

All y'all niggaz need to get off my dick
I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick rock you leavin'
I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland
World wide connected any type niggaz there's no breathin'
Give me the reason I put a halo throw your mental
And give your the holy spirit and see you to Gods temple
I'm the avenging angle and earth be thy claim
And Ja be thy name, I know your all praying

For the day of my diminishing
Why don't somebody finish him off and put it right through his cross
The X is the 50 ya'll got to be kidding me
These niggaz is my sons I raised them from young
Curtis and little Earl should of been little girls
'Cause they bitch made and they act like one of my itchbays
Touche! The rule is more than ready
Gun heavy and world wide connected

We world wide connected
And ya'll don't want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected
So ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
World wide connected nigga
Ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
Gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit

{Extra extra aint roll about it
Ja Rule's just been elected
President of United Ghettos of America}

{This is all shit
Ya that's shit, thats shit
You'll say they tried to pin that shit on me
In Emeri there are niggas are innocent like
We makin' the kids do ecstasy
I am not makin' the kids do ecstasy
They made me do ecstasy, ha ha ha}

{Here's what we had to say at press time
Welcome to America, ha ha ha
My peoples my peoples, welcome to America}

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Welcome To Our Big Rock Show - Lyrics - All Star United

Title: Welcome To Our Big Rock Show
Artist: All Star United
Composer(s): Dave Clo, Ian Eskelin, Doug Mckelvey

Lyric:
Five guys take a ride, drive a day and half a night
Get to see some pretty scenery
But if that's all there is to this
This band would split right down the seams

Southbound, static on the radio
We left town but where we're goin' I don't know
Somewhere we're gonna play another show
Quick get off and gas up at the Conoco

We're driving
We drive against the grain
Like postmen in the rain

Welcome to our big rock show
Wind us up and watch this puppy go
Hope you heard a single word we said
One little rock to rattle in your head

Hey kid, pit mosh, please avoid the flashpot
Yeah, it's really funny 'til an eyebrow gets singed off
Your mother's got nothing here to fear or dread
Our abrasive is gentle on baby's skin head

Soundchecks, don't forget the spandex
This mix is sounding like a bad train wreck
It takes some spit and grit and sweat
To give you more than you expect

We're driven
To give you what we know
Like postmen through the snow

Welcome to our big rock show
Wind us up and watch this puppy go
Hope you heard a single word we said
One little rock to rattle in your head

Got a cryptic coder
On the microphone
Find the secret message
Buried in our big rock show

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From Ruthless 2 Death Row (Do We All Part) - Lyrics - The D.O.C.

Title: From Ruthless 2 Death Row (Do We All Part)
Artist: The D.O.C.
Composer(s): O'Kelly Isley, Chris Jasper, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Tracy Curry, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
That's fucked up, yeah
Hey, welcome
To the new world

I'd like to make a small dedication tonight
To the bitches of the world
Now to make this understood
I'm gonna explain somethin' to you
(Beeyatch)

Check this out, bitch
To be a bitch, you don't necessarily
Have to have a pussy in your pants
(True indeed, true indeed)

In fact, most, if not all
Of the bitches I know
(That's right)
Have little peckers, little dicks

A bitch ain't nothin'
But a muthafucka that wanna come up
From another muthafucka, hard work
Don't make no sense to these muthafuckas

Dumb ass muthafuckas
Now to make it real clear
I'm gonna explain it to ya in a story form
Like this here, check this out

I remember the way it started
Once upon a time, when a nigga named Dre came
Nigga got signed, ruthless nigga, everything is all good
You the shit, 'cause you rollin' wit' some Boyz-N-the-Hood
No one can do it better, see, 'cause I'm an MD

And when I fuck it up, you give me 25 G's
Eazy-E said, "Yeah, oh yeah"
So I took it, forget the paperwork
The money made me overlook it

I rose up quick from the pit I was in 450 0300 Benz
Nothin' but ends, money bought friends
Got me in a cross, now, everything's lost
This is when I found out

"Look at this shit"
You is slippin'
You ain't gonna believe what that nigga did
"My shit fucked up, Dre, you need to look"
"I ain't trippin', yo, I think your little homie, he a crook"

The spot got shook, it was hell below
Is that the future shock?
Hell, no, it's Death Row
I was all in because of the begin
Think they would see

Yo, we all gon' win
So, "The Chronic" was upon us, the music awards
But I was still broke at the crib when they toured
The album soared and I got bored
With niggas talkin' shit, they came upon a

Ain't that a bitch?
I coulda been the star dude
Or maybe I shoulda stabbed out like Ice Cube
But what about your Dogg?
Who? Snoop? We was tight

I hung around, we'd get together when he'd write
In the Pound, that's the way it come to
When it's goin' down, niggas is in whatever
I went outside for a minute and came back

Niggas was talkin' crazy like they wanted me to rap
So, I did somethin' from the old LP
"Damn, that's that shit"
"That's what a nigga want to see"

Visit the Windy City and rock over 17, 000 G's
I recognized game, the shit was kinda funny
Fucked-up voice shit, nigga make money
He came back and here comes the glory
And this is the way I'm gonna end this story

I was only 19, lookin' for a dream
From what I put out, I never got a fuckin' thing
This and the wreck was the fucked-up part
It's just a little somethin' about some real heart

From Ruthless to Death Row
Do we all part, bitches, see ya
Trick ass, trick-ass bitch
Trick, trick ass

La, la, la
(Once upon a time not long ago)
(A brother tried to play me like a kid, so I just dissed him)
(It's like a message that only I can understand)
(Keepin' it dope as long as I can rock a mansion)
(Remember this forever)

People in the house, I'm gonna let 'em know
I'm gonna let 'em know, my nigga
E R O T I C, H L B, D O C
Comin' with the B O M B
Beeyatch

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Late Night - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Late Night
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Larry Mizell, Outlawz Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man, so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nuttin' you could kick back
And smoke a beadie to, you know?

Yeah, like that, some of that mellow shit
Some of that shit that make bitches drink
Make niggaz think and help you check a fat ass bank
So why don't you kick some of that shit
Nigga only you know how, feel me

I'm barely standin', and plus my secondhand say it's midnight
Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang

Runnin' through the street lights, 'cause we like, yo nigga
Get your mobb on show 'em what a G like
Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno
Niggaz poppin', welcome to our casino, 'cause you and me know

Hundred percent like a C note
Lookin' for a bitch that's half black and Filipino
And when I meet her I'ma offer her some indo
Tounge kissin' on the window of a pearl white limo

Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga
Touch me here, I'll get bigger
While I'm diggin' I'll get deep into your liver
I'm game type

Love fuckin' bitches in the same night
My words are aphrodisiacs if you say 'em right
The club be poppin'
So I'm stoppin' at the Fat Burger

Look through the paper it's another black crack murder
The city's full of surprises
You can live or you can die
You can fuck on the first night, or try, in the late night

Last night, last night changed it all
In the late night
Last night
I don't give a fuck, where you gon' be, do it myself
In the late night

Last night, last night changed it all
In the late night
Last night
I don't give a fuck, where you gon' be, do it myself
In the late night

Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped
I clock rocks in the rain till my socks is damp
Ain't nuttin' like bein' a thug when I can just
Sit on the 'Row of Death' straight knowin' that I'm blessed

Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality
Overdosin' on crime, three steps from reality
Get up to get down, represent your town
Last night was poppin' like like cocked glocks with hollow tip rounds

From booty calls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin'
If I wake up in the county in my jail sheets
My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night
Probably involves me comin' up with just to see another day

Might be me who bites the bullet
In these streets where a man journey
With crooked cops and a society who tryin' to burn me
I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin' my shells in a gauge

Deadly as AIDS, niggaz gettin' crossed like a maze
Now picture me livin' my life like a king, maybe one day
Until then I'm livin' Monday through Sunday

Bringin' the gun play for all these beefs and battles
When we collide, I'm a ride on that hide like cattle
Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night

Last night, last night changed it all
In the late night
Last night
I don't give a fuck, where you gon' be, do it myself
In the late night

Last night, last night changed it all
In the late night
Last night
I don't give a fuck, where you gon' be, do it myself
In the late night

Money and multiple gunshots are shown, large amps are blown
Niggaz in low lows, pursuin mo' hoes, then go home
The life of a California star, and when you see me
in the drop-top Jag', how many niggaz wanna be me?

Game is automatic, mandatory I sell
To live or die, I survive, but with a story to tell
'Cause, when you gettin' some riches, watch for dumb bitches
They have you labeled a rapist before you get to tongue kissin'

It's a mean world nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway
Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?
Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo

'Cause, when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static?
Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic
I dissapear whenever heated, ride whenever needed
For my niggaz up in Clentin gettin' weeded

Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die
Supply long as you motherfuckers buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggaz known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night

Last night, last night changed it all
In the late night
Last night
I don't give a fuck, where you gon' be, do it myself
In the late night

Last night, last night changed it all
[Incomprehensible] In the late night
Last night
I don't give a fuck, where you gon' be, do it myself
In the late night

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Face The Music - Lyrics - The Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Face The Music
Album: The Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Damon Wimbley, Bret Mazur, Darren Robinson, Seth Binzer, Mark Morales

Lyric:
Now we push rhymes, crazy rhymes
Words forced fed through your mind trace the source
Brother, brother
Face the music don't confuse it for another

Nothing comes close to this
Kiss the sky
These grands change hands as our fans multiply
We push rhymes

People gather 'round when we kick 'em
Go boy shifty stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Burning bridges, smokinism, losin' my religion
Shooting the breeze

We got these MCs ass kissing
So If you can't take the heat get your ass outta the kitchen
I freak it off the wall
Crammin,' slammin', point of views into your fucking skull
Bitch that's why we stick 'em

Bitch
Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Bitch
Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
(Stick e, stick e)
Bitch
Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Bitch
Stick 'em

Well if I tapped you on the spinal with an
Anaesthetic epic is the definition written into grooves of vinyl
It's called survival
Without drop the stylish into friction
Tectonic traits drifting like the plates

It shakes like the quakes in Cali
The mystic Maharaji
Mission of the kamikaze comeback kid
Producer supper status
I'm here to claim my rein as the baddest beat peddler
So place your bet middler

The roof is a blaze and yo
Were smoking out the fiddler
We're sippin' on a hundred proof liquor
Welcome to the dooms day, dawnin', hot like the sun
No time to relax we pack the dooms day gun

Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Bitch
Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
(Stick e, stick e)
Bitch
Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Bitch
Stick 'em

Call me a drifter, richter when I hit you with the stick
I'm talking shit, the pit starter a wanted man
The one who cuffed your daughter to my bed stand and
I talk a lotta shit because I know a lotta shit

I know, I said I'd quit but I just want another hit
It's madness pimpin' like Gladys
The baddest maintainer status that is no question
Releasing tension as we step into the seventh dimension

This jabber jaw's jaws are slappin'
We's what's happenin'
The bones are breakin' and fingers snappin'
The pressure is on with non stop action
Whether bangin' your head or steady maxin'

Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Bitch
Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
(Stick e, stick e)
Bitch
Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
Bitch
Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em

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When You Gonna Drop - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: When You Gonna Drop
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
I'm tired of all these bitch ass niggas askin' me
When I'm gon' drop, I got you niggas now
Say Mel and T, go and get this shit pressed up, I'm ready, nigga
'Cuz I'm tired of these niggas askin' me

They like look Boosie, when you gon' drop? Why not
Boosie, is ya gon' flop? Nigga, huh uh
Boosie, where been, nigga? I been on the block
At studios or sellin' blocks, whateva it takes to make a knot

I ain't fuckin' wit this double dist, the whole world lovin' this
Bow down and suck this dick, you are the rap's fuckin' trick
14 or 15, I told you that I had a dream
16 or 17, I was sellin' crack to crack fiends

I live this shit, so get it right, my phone won't let me sleep at night
My Razor phone is prepaid, them Nextels they like AIDS
They dangerous, they gangsterous, like all my niggas who hang wit us
All my niggas who bang wit us, we're Trill Entertainment, change wit us

I made you wait until the winter, now I got you cold
2006, I'm in this bitch, now I got control
Gucci shades, that's what I floss wit
My bitch don't window shop, she go in and shop for raw shit

I told Asilum fuck this, let's 'em wit a double dist
Me and Lil' Webbie, we drop more hits than Snoop Dog and Ludacris
You ain't heard about this Boosie shit? Open ya ears
When ya open ya ears, welcome to Phil, nigga

Man, I been hot, sellin' out the stores but I always lose my CEO's
Love to fuck wit gangsters, I don't affiliate wit hoes
First I gotta do my promo shows, that gon' be hell
Gotta do my interview like 50, that gon' make Lil' B sell

Gotta ease my mind in wit recent keys down in ATL
Gotta leave the work to B and Trayl before the judge send me to hell
I'm thugged out but you can't tell, was drugged out, now I'm well
Don't smoke nuttin', don't drank nuttin', you play me
I'm gon' swang sumthin'

Since been gone, my feelings gone, man, they did my nigga wrong
If you think that you the sickest, confess and say you did it
This album gon' be the sickest, that's on my pops
He put that dang-a-lang in my momma, 9 months later I dropped

He told neva smoke rock, told me how to hate cops
He watchin' ova, be the 'Bad Azz' drop, here go 'Bad Azz' Pops
Daddy, watch ova me the 'Bad Azz' drop
And Mama ain't gotta work no more, believe that

Boosie, when you gon' drop? Why not
Boosie, is ya gon' flop? Nigga, huh uh
Boosie, where been, nigga? I been on the block
At studios or sellin' blocks, whateva it takes to make a knot

Boosie, when you gon' drop? Why not
Boosie, is ya gon' flop? Nigga, huh uh
Boosie, where been, nigga? I been on the block
At studios or sellin' blocks, whateva it takes to make a knot

I'm sicker than a nigga wit a 100 bricks, watch Lil' Boosie runnin' shit
We dick hoes down for hours while you run at them niggas comin' quick
We flip these hoes like dominoes, niggas betta hide your hoes
We snatch your hoes out Magic City
And make them hoes get raunchy wit it

I'm diggity diggity down South, new makeova
And niggas say they've been kickin' up dope but I'm Louisiana takeova
And like Hova, I'm versatile, real soldiers, they don't retire
I'm be like George Clinton 'round this bitch, spitin' that 45

Wit this little light of mine, I'ma shine
You ain't got be featured on my tape, I don't need you niggas anyway
All my hoes thong drop, yeah, I take they thongs off
"Boosie, when yo' album drop?", as soon as you finish swall'

?I'm finished, thank you?, pull yo' draws up on yo' waist
Wipe that shit up out your face and let's go get an Outback Steak
'Coz 'Bad Azz' did dropped today, this wat you gon' snatch today
This the sickest dub edition since Tupac done passed away

So you ain't gotta ask today when I'm comin', is it far
This bitch in done wit, so ask about the Golden Child
Big stacks, I hold 'em now, big gats, I'm buss 'em
Big nights, I fuck 'em, handcuff 'em 'coz I don't trust 'em

2004, I was ballin', woah, you see the DVD
I can hear Pimp C hollin' 'bout 'Look at me, look at me'
I'm the spices in the Gumbo, I'm the fries at Popeye's
I ain't retarted, I'm retunto compared to no nigga at all

'Coz I'm a dog, in a rock, I'ma pit
And I stoppin' for shit, I'm full blooded
All my niggas go fearless from New York to Philly
From Detroit to my state, in Flo', I'ma heavyweight

In Georgia, got real estate, California affiliate
Jackson, Mississippi got my back like that's my livin' state
Saint Louis and Mobile, they clock steel and pop pills
Savannah, Georgia and they K kill can forget about J-ville

A-town and D-town, they grab ki's like rebounds
Arkansas is straight rage, they shoot niggas on stage
Fear played and chest on fire, end your fuckin' career, nigga
Hit you wit they steel, nigga, you won't feel that pill, nigga

Can't no rapper fuckin' wit me, hit ya from my way
Look like Tim Donkey, Tong and Parker in my new Genobe
Ask about me if you don't know me and that's off the top
He watchin' ova me, the 'Bad Azz' drop, here go 'Bad Azz', Pop

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