Where My House Lives - Lyrics - Willie Nelson

Title: Where My House Lives
Artist: Willie Nelson
Composer(s): Willie Nelson

Lyric:
Stop here
Across the street to your right
That's where my house lives
Sometimes I stayed there at night

But mostly I was on the move
Business first you know
And she'd wait there in her lonely room
But oh that's been so long ago

She's gone now
She couldn't stand to be alone
And now it waits there
This house that used to be my home

I never go there 'cause it holds
Too many memories since she's gone
But right there is where
My house lives all alone

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House Of Hits - Lyrics - Hip-Hop Lives - Krs One

Title: House Of Hits
Album: Hip-Hop Lives
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, Lawrence Kris Parker

Lyric:
Yes, yeah, it's chief rocker, Busy Bee
Y'all don't know what time it is right now
I got my main man Marley Marl
My motherfuckin' main man, KRS-One the teacher
We gettin' ready to do a little history in here
Y'all don't know what time it is
History is in the makin', work it out

Where's that place we work it out?
Hey, the House of Hits, we work it out
Where's that place we work it out?
Hey, the House of Hits, we work it out

I said, "Where's that place we work it out?"
Hey, the House of Hits, we work it out
Where's that place we work it out?
Hey, the House of Hits, we work it out

And when it's time to work it out
We take 'em straight down to the house
And blow some, that jingle-jang, jingle
Yeah, chief rocker, Busy Bee

Check my lingo, check what Busy Bee brings you
Check out the lyrics I sing you
I fly through the hood like chicken wings do
Like a chef Marley likes mixin' things too

We came together just to change the weather
Busy Bee, he made this game remember?
These unoriginal rap flows, I don't speak those
Too many rappers just copy like Kinko's

Dressin' like they from office depot
Tryin' to be CEO's with whack weak flows
I teach those that flow how to be better
I train MC's to gain in any endeavor

But if you tryin' to diss, you'll get dismissed from the class
In other words, I'm kickin' yo' ass
Beats, bars and breaks, really that's it
And you get that sound at the House of Hits

Where's that place we work it out?
Hey, the House of Hits, we work it out
Where's that place we work it out?
Hey, the House of Hits, we work it out

I said, "Where's that place we work it out?"
Hey, the House of Hits, we work it out
Where's that place we work it out?
Hey, the House of Hits, we work it out

And when it's time to work it out
We take 'em straight down to the house
And blow some, that jingle-jang, jingle

Yo, look, look
KRS reportin' from the House of Hits kids
'Cause in the future you gonna doubt it existed
Comin' up the block your whole spirit gets lifted
The whole spot designed for the lyrically gifted

You walk in the spot, you walk in the history
This is where the greatest MC's spit it lyrically
I don't think you hearin' me today
Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, LL Cool J
Kool G. Rap, Roxanne Shante
Craig G, man, what else can I say?

The home of hits, where one spits and records
In the other room we live on the broadcast boards
The internet's hooked up with all these cords
And the outboard gear man you can't afford
You can rest assured we comin' out with it
KRS, Busy Bee at the House of Hits

Where's that place we work it out?
Hey, the House of Hits, we work it out
I said, "Where's that place we work it out?"
Hey, the House of Hits, we work it out

I said, "Where's that place we work it out?"
Hey, the House of Hits, we work it out
Where's that place we work it out?
Hey, the House of Hits, we work it out

And when it's time to work it out
We take 'em straight down to the house
And blow some, that jingle-jang, jingle

And ba bah-ba bah-ba-da-dang-a-dang-diggy-diggy
Ba bah-ba bah-baba-da-dang-a-dang-diggy-diggy
Ba bah-ba bah-baba-da-dang-a-dang-diggy-diggy
Ba bah-ba bah-baba-da-dang-a-dang-diggy-diggy
Ba bah-ba bah-baba-da-dang

Ayyo, this goes out for all them cats
That ever stepped foot inside the House of Hits
LL Cool J, Big Daddy Kane, Jay-Z, Big Punisher
The Lords of the Underground, Tragedy Khadafi
Roxanne Shante, TLC, Kool G. Rap & Polo, Masta Ase

MC Shan, Eric B. & Rakim, Nas, Craig G
Heavy D & The Boyz, Pete Rock & CL Smooth
Scarface, CNN with Mobb Deep, Ed Lover & Dr. Dre
Aaron Hall and Redman, World Reknowned, Run-DMC
And that nigga 50! What? That's just to name a few
Fresh for 2007, you suckers

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Death Comes Callin' - Lyrics - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues - Everlast

Title: Death Comes Callin'
Album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): Erik Schrody, Richard Cornwell, Bill Curtis

Lyric:
A yes yes y'all, it's too fresh y'all
A little B-boy blue
You know it's too beucou

I've been from New York to Cali
Spent two days in the valley
And I think I'm 'bout to lose my mind
And if I think 'bout it one more time
I'm a blow my stack, see ya out the back

Give me some room that I can breathe in
Now I'm a start weavin' spells like a wizard
King of the lizard, my mojo's risin' like my nature should
Not everybody can relate to hood

But I used to roll with high frequency
Had a habit of juvenile delinquency
If y'all could see all the things I did
When I was a kid, ya might flip ya lid 'cause

When I was the age of one
My father gave me my very first gun
When I was the age of two
I was pullin' out records with the SD Crew

And when I was the age of three
I had all the maddest fishes swimmin' after me
And when I was the age of four
I was bustin' out shows with the rhymes galore

Day to the night, night to the day
Up around where I stay, we do things this way
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say
'Cause their ain't no stallin' when the death come callin'

Day to the night, night to the day
Up around where I stay, we do things this way
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say
'Cause their ain't no stallin' when the death come callin'

The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun
I think, I hear a steam whistle
Lord, when my train gonna come

The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun
I think, I hear a steam whistle
Lord, when my train gonna come

Yo, all you duns packin' guns fightin' for ones
It's time to get these hons start raisin' some sons
Plant your seed in some fertile soil
And watch me start bubblin' like I'm 'bout to boil

Like Olive Oil love Popeye, just won't stoppa
I got to keep rockin', ticks keep tockin'
Time keeps slippin', my mind keeps trippin'
I'm in the road less traveled sure got lotta stones

Day to the night, night to the day
Up around where I stay, we do things this way
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say
'Cause their ain't no stallin' when the death come callin'

Day to the night, night to the day
Up around where I stay, we do things this way
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say
'Cause their ain't no stallin' when the death come callin'

When the death come callin'
Watch me break it down

There's a red house yonder just over the hill
With my name carved into the window sill
Think, I'm gonna burn it down
Yeah, think I'm gonna burn it down

That's what me and my old woman used to say
We used to lie in bed and make love all day
Think I'm gonna burn it down
Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down
Think I'm gonna burn it down to the ground

The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun
Think, I hear a steam whistle
Lord, when my train gonna come

The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun
Think, I hear a steam whistle
Lord, when my train gonna come

Lord, when my train gonna come
Lord, when my train gonna come
Lord, when my train gonna come
Lord, when my train gonna come

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Rest Of Our Lives - Lyrics - A Jagged Era - Jagged Edge

Title: Rest Of Our Lives
Album: A Jagged Era
Artist: Jagged Edge
Composer(s): Darcy Tare Aldridge, Carl Breeding, Brian Casey, Brandon Casey, Richard Windo

Lyric:
Girl I wanna be your all, baby please stay together
You know we won't need a thing
Girl I wanna take you home and make you my wife
I said, "Please be with me for the rest of our lives
For the rest of our lives"

I'm talking about me and you, some old school lovin'
That's the way it should be not tryin' to get freaky
I want to share my life with you
'Cause I want some kids and a house girl, a life with you

I want a fairy tale love
The kind of thing that you read in a magazine
A perfect love's what I need
'Cause I just want to be your one and only

Girl I wanna be your all, baby please stay together
You know we won't need a thing
Girl I wanna take you home and make you my wife
I said, "Please be with me for the rest of our lives
For the rest of our lives"

Girl you are everything in this whole world to me
And I wouldn't trade your love for nothin'
Nothin' compares to you, where I go
I need you right here with me, with me, with me

Don't matter where just as long as you're near
God sent your love to me
And I know that you, will fulfill my every need
You're the only one for me, I just want to be your one and only

Girl I wanna be your all, baby please stay together
You know we won't need a thing
Girl I wanna take you home and make you my wife
I said, "Please be with me for the rest of our lives
For the rest of our lives"

For the rest of our lives, for the rest of our lives
(For the rest of my, for the rest of my baby)
Hold me, hold me
For the rest of my lives
Just try me and see, everything

Just hold me, don't you know me?
Try me and see and I'll be everything
Just hold me, don't you know me?
Try me and see and I'll be everything
Just hold me, don't you know me?
Try me and see and I'll be everything
...

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4 Sale - Lyrics - Lvl IV - Future Leaders Of The World

Title: 4 Sale
Album: Lvl IV
Artist: Future Leaders Of The World
Composer(s): Carl Michael Messina, Jacob Matthew Stutevoss, Philip Adam Taylor, William Matthew Hershey

Lyric:
Oh, beautiful America, land of the free, raped and wasted youth
If I had just one wish that I could give to you
I'd ask for you to serve me as your finest dish
A fish to fillet, take my bones and exploit my brain

What's not for sale you or me in this so called society?
Why do we bend on knees to these corporate religions
Like zombies in a TV screen?

Feels like life's jail with no key
When you're alone, got no money but I'll never sell my soul
For your golden cage of rape, yeah, you call free

What do you got?
What do you need?
What's 4 sale?
[Incomprehensible]

Where's the beauty in our lives? Where's the love gone that we hide?
We sold ourselves on shelves now there's nothing left to sell
So buy a car and sell your wife, feed kids Ritalin, make 'em right
Keep mouths shut tight, they gotta learn how to fight right

I'm not sorry mother and while world over
I'll never be a part of your beautiful dream
At least I'm not lost in a sea of designer disease
Glad you're pleased to be, I ain't dead yet you won't get me

Dad you have it figured out so right
Till mom crashed into a police car that one night
Got her face smashed, back cracked
She needed you bad, you left her bleeding in the gutter

What do you got?
What do you need?
What's 4 sale?
[Incomprehensible]

Where's the beauty in our lives? Where's the love gone that we hide?
We sold ourselves on shelves now there's nothing left to sell
So buy a car and sell your wife, feed kids Ritalin, make 'em right
Keep mouths shut tight, they gotta learn how to fight right

Let's burn some dead presidents on the White House door steps
I'll take that rag you call a flag, soak up the blood of the innocent
Bush's skull and bones frat paid for Hitlers conquests

Blood for oil Iraq Texas corporate sponsors
Can't you see through the midst of the brotherhoods iron fist?
If we don't clear the smoke soon, we going to no exist

What do you got?
What do you need?
Whats 4 sale?
[Incomprehensible]

Where's the beauty in our lives? Where's the love gone that we hide?
We sold ourselves on shelves now there's nothing left to sell
So buy a car and sell your wife, feed kids Ritalin, make 'em right
Keep mouths shut tight, they gotta learn how to fight right

Oh beautiful America, land of the free, raped, and wasted youth
If I had just one wish that I could give to you
I'd ask for you to serve me as your finest dish
A fish to fillet, take my bones and exploit my brain

Express my images though all TV, radio and sound waves
Give it a nice shiny finish to coat my rays
Make millions of civilians to feed the [Incomprehensible]

So you can fuck me, rape, me
Duct tape my face to a dollar bill and pay to hate me
America won't you please, love me?

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Pass The Jinn - Lyrics - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again - House Of Pain

Title: Pass The Jinn
Album: Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant

Lyric:
Cockni O'Dire

Watch out, bust the style I be kickin'
I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken
I'm the lord of the rings like Bilbo Baggins
Return of my dragon, pants be saggin'

Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin'
My instinct's primal, tappin' your spinal
I'll smack Mike and Janet for the whole freakin' planet
Don't take me for granted, 'cause my eyes be slanted

From the phat back of blade, I must consume
'Cause my soul's on the verge of impending doom
So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew
Doin' what we do, so what's the matter with you

Divine Styler
Cockni O'Dire

I bow my head to the east five times a day
I put my face in the dirt every time I pray
To disrupt the jinn in me, 'cause the sin in me's
Tryin' to take over and make my soul crossover
I'm steady rollin' with my head [unverified] up

'Cause my system pumps loud, everybody's on my nuts
And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest
The black 850 representin' my status
Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill
My bank account's full, but my soul's empty still

Divine Styler

Cockni O'Dire

I said take me from your House of Pain
See my style's maintained, 'cause my membrane's sane
So put down your juice, pass your jinn
Push up on a skin, I begin to win
There ain't, no need to worry about where I've been

If I pass my jinn I begin to win
I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn
Push up on a skin I begin to win
There ain't, no need to worry 'bout where I've been
If I pass my jinn I begin to win

Divine Styler

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Pour Out A Little Liquor - Lyrics - Thug Life: Vol. 1 - 2pac

Title: Pour Out A Little Liquor
Album: Thug Life: Vol. 1
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Leon Huff, Kenneth Gamble, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Yeah
Pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga
This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie
(Light up a fat one for this one)
How you come up, man?

I started young kickin' dust and livin' rough
You watch you mouth around my mama, you couldn't cuss, man
I had a down ass homie though we ran the streets
And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh
I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five
We drinkin' forties, lil' shorties livin' naughty lives
You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fuck the coppers
Hangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits

I couldn't fuck with the school life, I was a fool
I'll play that motherfucker for a tool man
Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin'
Hustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cuz we drinkin'
Playin' them hoes like manure
First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it
(Ha ha)

It's two niggaz comin' up out the hood
Livin' life just as good as we could
But since a bitch can't be trusted
Hoes snitched to the police, now my nigga's busted
The cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail
Tryin' to get a motherfucker to tell
And couldn't nobody diss my nigga
Damn, I miss my nigga, pour out a little liquor

My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go

This goes out to all you so called G's
Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin' partners
Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh
Pour out a little liquor, pour out a little liquor
What's that you drinkin' on?

Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on
Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone
And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
'Cuz I'm losin' all my homies and I worry
I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
Boxin' with them suckers 'til my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, "Son, there'll be days like this"
Don't wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed

We had plans of bein' big time G's
Rolling in marked cars, movin' them keys
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
Get to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo
Your son's gettin' big and strong
And I'd love 'em like one of my own, til' you come home
And the years sure fly with the quickness
You do the time, and I'll keep handlin' yo' business

That's the way it's supposed to be
Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me
Homie, I can remember scrapin' back to back
Throwin' dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya
Pour out some liquor

My cousin died last year and I still can't let go

Look at you
Drinkin' got you where you don't even give respect to your partners
Pour out some liquor, nigga
It ain't like that, tip that shit over
Pour out a little liquor

My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go

This for my nigga Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah
A little liquor for my homies y'all
We in this motherfuckin' piece, yeah
Pour out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah
This one goes out to all my mack partners
Back in the motherfuckin' Bay

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin' house
(Pour out a little liquor)
My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na
(I don't care, Night train, Hennessey)
All my real motherfuckin' partners
(Pour out a little liquor)
And all my real partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz
Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor

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Gutta Butta - Lyrics - Still Standing - Goodie Mob

Title: Gutta Butta
Album: Still Standing
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): C Gipp, Raymon Murray, Patrick Brown, Organized Noize T Burton, W Knighton, Rico Wade, R Barnett

Lyric:
Yo, we gon' do it like this
Straight out the parts that they disregard
Never considered okay

Now don't get mad, nigga get glad
Goodie got them brand new trash bags, dag
And they know where to dump that ass
In the chair

The hoochie river with the rest of the kids
That did business outside la familians
Gettin' ya touched, down the cut
Blunts roastin' whole through tea bags

Blowin' bubbles out the wrong end
Mud in your stool piles, flamin' hotter than Dust Valley
The gateway to where ever your sick tickle desire
The gangsters of this other century
Transforming hustlers and players into sissies

So slim goodie, you don't want no drug boy
He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant
Don't get too comfortable you ain't gon be here too long
G's get locked up and die

Most lie in they own surreal home
Trust the tree on the map
This one individual thought he was the Grim Reaper
Swole, couldn't nobody put a finger on his naps

Now he up under the bridge stankin' in his birthday suit
Used to always holler about how he was gon' do a brother
Beat him to the punch-line, [Incomprehensible]
Being forced into early retirement at the age of twenty-six

Palms feel like bricks, peeling from distributing crack
Crumb snatchers and goo-gobblers struggle
To stay on top of sand dunes
'Cause mouths born with silver spoons

Make your bed you gotta sleep in it
But stakes made
Baking soda kept the knees clean
Narrow like a ravine

[Incomprehensible] fell good news
Last hole, green jacket worn, body in two
Left by oh-no, soul been gone
Disappeared like the dune

Once the temperature rise
But I'm with my Lawd, please grits, still ship
Half the pipes are gettin' sold out convenience stores
Where ya at now? Coming around trying to sniff out sounds

Well, rounded kept you strictly grounded for your ear
The dogs are gettin' closer to the [Incomprehensible] now can you hear?
I smell fear and even if your eyes was closed
Your ass couldn't catch your tear

Lies, straws, mirrors and plates
Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes
Why can't I escape
These lies, straws, mirrors and plates?

In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacks
Upon the map in the vault
Where this cat's trying to sniff me out
I'm in the southwest woods working all about

Paper capers, never hurt them brothers to obtain
If I can't refrain 'cause some of these niggaz snortin' cain
And really don't know which way to go
Confused, you'll abuse anybody for a fix

Hits go for ten bucks, go for twenty and they good and plenty
Fat baggies like Maggies muffin'
Where the kid do the stuffin'
Silly of these young niggaz watching me

As I turn figures into solitaire
Twirl up my hair, pray to God I don't have to do him
Like I never knew or had no clue to who you was
'Cuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek

So to speak, I'm more like a icon when it was done
To approach my mosse
Be on that Rossie like The Click
So I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off it

Lies, straws, mirrors and plates
Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes
Why can't I escape
These lies, straws, mirrors and plates?

Nigga I ain't shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bit
Nigga please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit
Now I got a little dough but it ain't that much more
Than every other nigga I know

We all still po, I don't sell dope, I sell hope
You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope
'Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V.
I ain't got no fear, my nigga I was born to wait right here

Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary
I got that thang with me, 'cause it's necessary
Shit, I was just ridin', wasn't even thinking out collidin'
But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights

I don't prepared myself to die if it's my time to go
He said, "You know what it is, you done seen it before"
This sad, of course I'ma be mad
Well, here you can have it god dammit if you want it that bad

You would try to take from me, my nigga I ain't no star
I value both of our lives more than this car
You lucky nigga, I used to be you
Shit and I'd bust a hole in your chest, somebody could see through

Now remember, shit, you could've died tonight
And I would've been in the right
I ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the house
'Cause I ain't really dying by nothin' like this

Everythang cool my nigga
You could just drop me off at the house
Knahmsayin'?

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Death Around The Corner - Lyrics - Resurrection Soundtrack - 2pac

Title: Death Around The Corner
Album: Resurrection Soundtrack
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny J Jackson, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?
I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He's just stand by the goddamn window
With that fuckin' AK all day
You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't
You don't do a goddamn thing

I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die
If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry
I expect retaliation in a hurry
I see death around the- corner, anyday
Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway
Strugglin and strivin, my destiny's to die
Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes
In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy
Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me
I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me
Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy
Am I paranoid? - Tell me the truth
I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot
Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress
I'm out of breath
Make me wanna kill my damn self
But I see death around the corner

When we were kids, belonging felt good
I see death around the corner
But having respect, that feels even better
I see death around the corner
When we were kids, belonging felt good
I see death around the corner
But having respect, that feels even better

I see death around the corner
The pressure's getting to me
I no longer trust my homies
Them phonies tried to do me
Smoking too much weed
Got me paranoid, stressed
Pack a gat and my vest
Under my clothes when I dress
Here's hopin I die the way I lived
Straight thuggin'
Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas
Who was buggin'
My homie told me once
Don't you trust them other suckers
They fought like they your homies
But they phony motherfuckers
And even if I did die young, who cares
All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares
I got homies in my head
Who done passed away screamin, please
Young nigga, make Gs
I can't give up, although I'm hopeless
I think my mind's gone
All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner

I was raised in the city, shitty
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty
Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty
And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household
And drinking liquor til' you out cold
And tho' i'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow
Bustin on them niggas til they gone
How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches
Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone
Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless
Them bitches will start shit
Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch
No more game for free, please explain to me
Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see?
Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops
I got homies that will hunt you til you drop
I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G
And gettin high was a way of gettin free
I see death around the corner

This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there
I know you ain't scared to die
We all gotta go, ya know ?
A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes
And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business
Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there
All right

I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night
I wanna piss on his head
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night
I wanna piss on his head
I want that son of a bitch dead, I want him dead
I want him dead, I don't care

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Project Window - Lyrics - Nastradamus - Nas

Title: Project Window
Album: Nastradamus
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Nashiem Myrick, Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones, Alvin West, Carlos Broady

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Lyric:
Black hoods, cops 'n projects
Sewers flooded with foul blockage
The gutter's wild and every child watches
Changin top locks with ripped off hinges

Doors kicked off, drunks stag off smidoff, wipe your beard off
Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare
Vision blurry, 'cus buried deep in they mind are stories
Bet he's a mirror image of that 70's era

He's finished for the rest of his life, till he fades out
The liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out
So many ways out the hood but no signs say out
Mental slave house where gats go off, I show off
Niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they time cut off

You should chill if you short, prepare a deep thought
To hit the street again, get it on
Get this paper and breathe again
Plan to leave somethin' behind
So your name'll live on, no matter what the game lives on

Lookin' out of my project window
Oh, I feel uninspired
Lookin' out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired

Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words are the candles
Light it up, make a wish and them angels will grant you
Impatient once tried but in those angels and bamboo
They lit it up, puff, puff, hit it up, puff

Now they dismantled, think the whole world is crazy, got a 9
Watch where you walk, 2 dollar fine
Sign of the times here in New York
Hi satan, United Nations quietly taken
To own your soul, take it or leave it, just my evaluation

Stack loot and guns, teach the girls karate
School your sons not to hate but to stay awake
'Cus the scars a razor, makes is nothin' in comparison
To the gas left on this whole mass
If we don't get in control fast

Might as well be, laughin'
With Malcolm X's assassin as we die slow
Perishin', brain dead from a Erickson
Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons
A cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'all sing the tune

Lookin' out of my project window
Oh, I feel uninspired
Lookin' out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired

Another day, another dollar, my mother will holla
She said, "go and see the world for myself
And my brother should folla'
Pops was smooth, from his top to his shoes
Sang the blues, guitar strings, he played smokin' his kools

The pelican hat, picture this yo, seventies cat
He wrote his music in the back of the crib
I did my homework at night the windows were speakers
Pumpin' life out a fight, people screamin'
'Cus somebody pulled a knife out

So I look at this room, I'm hooked to this tune
Every night the same melody, hell sounded so heavenly
But jail was ahead of me, the speed and methenfedimines
Reading's what I should've done 'cus my imagination would run

I was impatient to get out
And become part of the noise out there
I used to stare, five stories down
Basketball courts, shot up playgrounds

And I witnessed the murders and police shake-downs
Yo, the hustlas and hoes, drugs and fo-fos
This was the life of every kid
Lookin' out project windows

Oh, outta my window
Lookin' out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
Lookin' out of my project window

Oh, I feel uninspired
Lookin' out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
Lookin' out of my project window

Oh, I feel uninspired
Starin out of, of my window
Oh I, feel so tired
Oh yeah, outta my window

Oh, lookin' out, lookin' out
Lookin' out my window, oh yeah
Makes me, feel so tired
Outta my window, out my project window
Lord, I feel, uninspired

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Within Without - Lyrics - Ozark Mountain Daredevils

Title: Within Without
Artist: Ozark Mountain Daredevils
Composer(s): L Lee

Lyric:
Now I'm lookin' out my house and what I see doesn't please me
People goin' here, goin' there where's that leave me
Now they're comin' in my door to explore what's running around in me
But it's not me that they'll finally find behind the smile on my face
When I tell them they have all lost the race to the end
'Cause they've passed themselves within, without

Now I'm runnin' from my house 'cause my house doesn't please me
People comin' in, goin' out they don't see me
Now I'm flyin' through the air I'm not scared of people all underneath
In a heap, askin' how'd we get to here
From there where our lives had some meaning
And all the days weren't the same we played no games
And we knew ourselves within, without

Ba ba baaa, ba ba baaa, ba ba baaa
Ba ba baaa, ba ba baaa, ba ba baaa
Ba ba baaa, ba ba baaa, ba ba baaa
...

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Twice Inna Lifetime - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: Twice Inna Lifetime
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Jyne Doe, Vinson Johnson, Rashaan Truell, Dante Smith, Tony Cottrell, Talib Kweli

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Lyric:
Yo, we been through this before right?
(Word, word)
So we figurin', if we gonna do it
We gotta freak it, you know what I'm sayin?
(True, true, true)
'Cuz everything gotta go up from here, right?
So hi-tek, turn it up a notch

Hail Mary, 'matta fact hail Jane
Niggaz take my name in vain like I was cocaine
My affirmations kill emcees like assassination
Bringin' you pain until you wish you had a vaccination

Or vaccine, I shine like Vaseline
Gas plays like petroleum, walk over them like linoleum
My vocab expand like a rubber band
Walkin' naked through the motherland
Give the finger to my brother man

Niggaz just don't understand my reasons
I transcend like season
And scar these rappers like legion
It's treason, my suspension attract attention
I'm ventin', givin' these chicken heads detention

Did I mention my name, yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than sequential

It's essential, you listen, I drive you a pedestrian
They bless me on the track 'cuz I attack wit' the estrogen
Rhyme against the best a men, Jane burn it up
When you hear it in the whip, tell your man to turn it up

Yo, get it, yo, yo, we fortified live, supportin' allies
The wack is tryin' to shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyes
But here is somethin' the cryin' talk about
The verse on that cassette you and cousin fought about
That led to God and Satan's fallin' out

Encourage the liquor for those who ain't here that you pourin' out
On 3-way, your parents, preacher and spouse called my house
Revive or ruin, my theories of mics
Sony or Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all stereotypes

Search for a cast to plot, I make you a laughin' stock
So shook, I could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocks
Rain of acid drops, seek some help, now don't rewind
Get it the first time, shouldn't have to repeat myself
Eternally verbally, I have numbers, succumb to time outs
In rhyme 'bouts you'll dial 9, just to get a line out

Known fact or factors and non-rappers fractured
Results in more cast appearances than a hundred actors
Emcees I'm testin' like diseases injected in gerbils
Word's worth, Kweli, Hi-Tek, reflection eternal what

My style high life like fonz when I burn heads like a conk
'Cuz niggaz front, when their chances get slim like pharoahe monch
Thinkin' they shits is heavy when they light like illumination
Intellectual masturbation with premature ejaculation

I'm comin' cleaner than vaccinations
My fascination with character assassination
Got these niggaz burnin' like sensation
We keep it hot like matches and on lock like latches
Wack emcees get they microphones snatched like lee patches

So you go to every wack muthafucka that you know
My lyrics they get up in your jeans like parasucos
So there's no mystery about the father, niggaz is hot and bothered
Like the bitches that they are

Takin' pictures with stars and got 'em open
But after they little hopes and dreams get broken
Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like vulcans
Think I'm jokin'? We both got sons, we make cream and break dreams
See through the fake schemes, wipin' your slate clean
Like a squeegee, we be lightin' shit up like phosphorus

Turnin' flamboyant niggaz anonymous
Depressin' to optimus, you stoppin' us is preposterous
Like an androgynous masohganist, you pickin' the wrong time
Steppin' to me when I'm in my prime like optimus

Transformin', from rookie of the year to veteran
Hip-hop is big business like Con Edison or medicine
But fuck it, they gonna let us in, or else we rush the door
I got too many reasons, save your 'whys' and 'what fors'

This is twice inna lifetime so I'm lettin' you know, let 'em know yo
Black star, word's worth, punchline and Jane Doe, yo!
Lyrical com-pete and we emcee
We got the fortified five, exhibit level degree

Check it, I keep dough in my pocket while you follow the false prophet
Get deep like Islamics wrapped in a white garment
I touch topics that try to open up your optics
Vacate in the tropics, you dodgin' bullets in the projects

Cut the nonsense, I'm hotter than a lot a men
Start honorin', got more wifeys than Solomon
Fuck the squad you in, a-yo we be the bid domb
Regardless what I spit on, you worse with the tracks I shit on

Once you get on, it's fair you can't trust, yes
Words and punch, make rappers march like the third month
I build with friends, lyrically spit gems
Call me diamond, 'cuz I'm your girl's best friend

Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers
I'll go on the radio and start a gay rumor
And then I'll talk about how the crowd tried to boo ya
Label shoot ya, stressed out with brain tumors

My gat claps, 50 percent of the wack
Take it back to real rap, krylons wit' the fat cap
Get robbed for your ascap, leave you inside
Fortified live, reppin' N Y 'til I die

Black body radiation situation that we workin' wit'
My verb exists enlisted by the bogeys campin' services
The purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness
We are, hot like black tar, black star with emergence

Superlative, you fabricated like the word absurditive
I'm rockin' this from here to where the purges live
To Brooklyn where the merchants live, next door to the murderers
And bourbon is a elder man's medicinal alternative

My memory is furnished with, back streets to back seats to fat jeeps
Legendary athletes who play by the trash heap
My crew wasn't that deep but beef we didn't act sweet
Treadin' on these stompin' grounds you better catch some black feet

Flashy, it was between Dekalb and Pulaski
Off the meter like an out of borough taxi
They run your pockets fastly, black and nasty, nappy and crafty
And swat are either sittin' in Clinton or Kaksaki

Man Rudolph can screw off, you too soft to stop us
You and your coppers should see some foot doctors
Got your burnt chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked up
'Cuz all them cats that you knocked up and always gon' be locked up

Hide yaself like Donna Summer, another number one
And comin' from the underground, this is how it's comin' down
Baby let me run it down
Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Jane Doe, punch, wor umm, E

Excuse me! just ate another emcee
Sometimes that's just how it be
Partner wash you down with green tea and some lime
We like the five on the fist, fortified organized like dis

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N 2 Deep - Lyrics - Compton'S Most Wanted

Title: N 2 Deep
Artist: Compton'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Terry Allen, Isaac Hayes, Brad Jordan, Aaron Tyler

Lyric:
Geah, wutup niggas
The Compton cyco is back
In your shit for the nine deuce and check this out
My nigga Scarface is in the motherfuckin' house
I am walking down the blocks wit pocketful of rocks
And we 'bout to drop some gangsta shit

I guess it's true what they say
When your too far gone ain't no turning back
And coming from the Compton mack thats a fuckin' fact
Livin' in the city where bitches won't
Give up the pussy for free so a nigga don't

So heres my story, another story about a nigga
Who lives his life by the fuckin' trigga
Gotta get my serve on, nigga you don't hear me though
Throw up the hood, might blast on 5-0

First I hit the Ides and get pumped up
Now I'm rollin' in the car kinda slumped up
I pop the glove box, then I reach the block
Then I plug your ass in the chest with the glock

And that's how the shits get done
I guess I'm a mutherfuckin' nigga on the run
But I won't let them take me alive, so I don't sleep
'Cuz, geah, I'm in too deep

In too deep, ain't no turnin' back
Cock up your mutherfuckin gauge

Mista-Mista Scarface for the nine-deuce
Niggas pack a nine, fuck you bitch I pack a nine too
Millimeter Ruger for you hoes who try to flex nuts
You point your shit, I pull my shit, come nigga now let's check nuts

Born a hustla, raised a hustla, never gonna stop trick
Buck a hustla, mutherfucker boy, you better die bitch
Found myself a busta, had the boy front me an Oz
Fucked him out his money, worked my way up to a whole key

Now he's got some niggas trying to ball 'Face
Time to go to work, need some back' better call Eiht
Call my nigga up, Kicked the fundamentals
2 way ticket 3 o'clock, continental

Eiht rolled in with the mutherfuckin' task force
Bucked them hoes off, dropped him off at the airport
Niggas don't ever fuck with me
'Cuz I'm a nigga who plays the game for keeps
Drop you on your ass with the quickness, 'cuz I'm in too deep

Geah
The criminals is in the mutherfuckin' house

Now they got us on the run, but we tired of runnin'
Got the glocks all cocked, let the fools keep coming
Scarface got the mutherfuckin' pump under the seat
So niggas better duck or your ass is fucked, geah

The mad man with nuthin' to lose
So you better bring your strap or catch the blues
And um, or get served like a damn clucker
sucker, or in the end be a short mutherfucker

Now them one times is all on my back and
Heard that Scarface and Eiht peeled the cap and
They wanna gaffle us up, but it's a shame
Can't fade the best from Compton and the mid-west

So watch your back when the niggas step
'Cuz the scene that is left is your whole families death
And fool don't sleep
'Cuz sorry mutherfucker, we in too deep

Geah
In your shit for the nine-deuce
MC Eiht in the mutherfuckin' house, and my nigga Scarface and shit
DJ Slip in mutherfuckin' house
And we killin' the shit off
Geah

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Red White And Blue - Lyrics - Vicious Cycle - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: Red White And Blue
Album: Vicious Cycle
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Bret Warren, Donnie Van Zant, Johnny Van Zant, Brad Warren

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Lyric:
We don't have no plastic L.A. friends
Ain't on the edge of no popular trend
Ain't never seen the inside of that magazine GQ
We don't care if you're a lawyer or a Texas oil man
Or some waitress busting ass at some liquor stand
If you got soul we hang out with people just like you

Well my hairs turning white
My necks always been red
My collars still blue
We've always been here
Just trying to sing a truth to you
Guess you could say
We've always been
Red White and Blue

Ride our own bikes to Sturges pay are own dues
Smokin' Camels and drinking domestic brews
If you want to know where I've been just look at my hands
Yeah I've driven by the White house and spent some time in jail
Mama cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail
I ain't been no Angel but even God he understands

Well my hairs turning white
My necks always been red
My collars still blue
We've always been here
Just trying to sing the truth to you
Guess you could say
We've always been
Red White and Blue

Yeah that's right

My Daddy worked hard and so have I
We paid our taxes and gave our lives
To serve this great country
So what are they complaining about
Yeah we love our families we love our kids
You know it's love that makes us all so rich
That's where were at
If they don't like it they can just get the hell out, yeah

Well my hair's turning white
My neck's always been red
My collar's still blue
We've always been here
Just trying to sing the truth to you

Well my hair's turning white
My neck's always been red
My collar's still blue
We've always been here
Just trying to sing the truth to you
Guess you could say
We've always been
Red White and Blue

Red White and Blue
Ya know, ya know, ya know
Red White and Blue
Yeah, Red White and Blue

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Kitty Kat - Lyrics - B'day - Beyonce Knowles

Title: Kitty Kat
Album: B'day
Artist: Beyonce Knowles
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Beyonce Knowles, Pharrell Williams, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
You know I hate sleepin? alone
But you said that you would soon be home
But baby that was a long time ago
I?m not feelin? it, I?m not feelin? it

On top of you not callin? me back
You see I bet you think it?s all on track
And you actin? like it?s all a dat
I?m not feelin? it, I?m not feelin? it

Let?s go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
I think it?s time to go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
He don?t want no mo?, let?s go little Kitty Kat
Quite frankly, no mo? gettin' it, I?m not feelin' it

It?s like we at two places but different paces
We in trouble but you won?t meet me at the bridge
It hurts and feels discernin?
Did you forget where joy lives?

What about my body, body?
You don?t want my body, body
Actin? like I?m not nobody
You gon? make me call somebody

What about my body, body?
What about my body, body?
You would rather go and party
Somehow, somewhere I?ll be naughty

You know I hate sleepin? alone
But you said that you would soon be home
But baby that was a long time ago
I?m not feelin? it, I?m not feelin? it

On top of you not callin' me back
You see I bet you think it?s all on track
And you actin? like it?s all a dat
I?m not feelin? it, I?m not feelin? it

Let?s go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
I think it's time to go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
He don?t want no mo?, let?s go little Kitty Kat
Quite frankly no mo? gettin' it, I?m not feelin' it
(Let me show you how to get there)

Take a left to compassion, lights will be flashin'
Keep straight and you?ll see the sign right there
Affection, you?re in the wrong direction
If I get caught see it just seems that you don?t care

What about my body, body?
You don?t want my body, body
Actin' like I?m not nobody
You gon? make me call somebody

What about my body, body?
What about my body, body?
You would rather go and party
Somehow, somewhere I?ll be naughty

You know I hate sleepin' alone
But you said that you would soon be home
But baby that was a long time ago
I?m not feelin? it, I?m not feelin? it

On top of you not callin' me back
You see I bet you think it?s all on track
And you actin? like it?s all a dat
I?m not feelin? it, I?m not feelin? it

Let?s go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
I think it?s time to go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
He don?t want no mo?, let?s go little Kitty Kat
Quite frankly no mo? gettin' it, I?m not feelin' it

I?m takin' back the things I got from you, you
And that includes my sweet little nooky too, too

Let?s go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
He don?t want you anymore, no
Let?s go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
He don?t want you anymore, no

Got diamonds on my neck, got diamonds on my records
Since 16 I was comin' down ridin? Lexus
How you gon? neglect this? You is just a hot mess
You can call Tyrone, you ain?t gots to lie Craig

What about my body, body?
You don?t want my body, body
I?m in the house all alone
You rather go and party?

What about my body, body?
You don?t want my body, body
Actin' like I?m nobody
You gon? make me call somebody

Let?s go, let?s go little Kitty Kat
I think it?s time to go, let's Go little Kitty Kat
He ain?t want no mo?, let?s go little Kitty Kat
No mo' gettin? it I?m not feelin? it

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It Has Been Said - Lyrics - Notorious B.I.G.

Title: It Has Been Said
Artist: Notorious B.I.G.
Composer(s): Chris E. Martin, Marshall B Mathers Iii, Obie (Iii) Trice, Christopher Wallace, Bill Conti, Sean Puffy Combs, Jay Hawkins, Steven Jordan, Leroy V Watson, Jason Phillips, Trevor Smith, Steven Lee King, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
It has been, it has been, it has been, it has been

It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed
Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead
Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead
Money power respect, street cred, yeah

It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself goin' out as a hero
Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners
Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
Notorious tried to warn us

We watched, so many Biggie backed off of
Biggie's back and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rap
Statistically in fact, it's so sad to see us re-enact
These tragic events, which lead us back

To where we left off on March 9th to come from such hard knock lifes
And make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights
And, once they're on us this is our lives
Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us to see who can last the longest

And he who lasts the longest, must be the strongest
In this concrete jungle, where this dog eat dog mentality comes from
It's origin, which is usually originated from cats who starvin'
Or it could just be somebody's horror that just horrifies

And applies to his persona or the sizes
In his entourage, that intimidates the people
To the point that you know that he's gangster
He ain't just say shit, you just believe it

Since B.I.G. taught us niggaz to think big
I'm been about my business since then, so anxious
It ain't how we live, it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn
This I took in, sent chills through my skin

Vicious, I'm experiencin' the same sights as him
It's what excited Obie to write these poems
Rollin', goin' through the same shit he spoken
Open up my eyes, so there's no limit in them skies

'When Ready To Die' was a sick part of my life
Palmin' that forty-five, plottin' to pop my mind
Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many times rewind
Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind

Get up out the system, who could give him better signs?
No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes
So, possibly I'd be popular, huh?
That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I.

I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind
Enter the most phenomenal artist of any and all time
I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed
Backpackers and press, who said my house was a mess

Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passin'
All I did was build a dynasty, off of his passion
And I'm addressin' the adolescents absent to who he is
The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace

This is a promise on Diddy's honor, I'm a father T'Yanna
And teach her that with all the drama, don't even bother
On repeat, all of your albums play back to back
And I visit your grave 'cause our friendship's intact

An immaculate concept, extravagant progress
Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yellin', "God bless"
Regardless to critics yellin' that East, West
I seen the game losin', I'm just pressin' the reset

And when the resurrection of you shines through an individual
Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally
I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's finest
Whether it's Queens or Harlem, it'll be instant stardom, nigga

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Speed Law - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Speed Law
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Dante Beze, Charles Njapa

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Lyric:
Watch it
Relax, pump the brakes
You're speeding money
Watch it
You'll smash your whole shit up
Lights be changing fast on these streets money, slow down
Watch it
Sleeping on the wrong cats

Clear like a megaphone
Pretty nigga heart skipped the metronome
Rocked the trump tower to the terror dome
Poor house to pleasure domes
Soprano, alto, tenor to baritone
Mos Def one of the illest that you ever known

Rock steady baby, you a stepping stone
Smash your foundation into pebbles
My words leave your nerves unsettled
You take it to the next level down
Looking like a circus clown
Cats like you can't even get a pound

Worldwide from the river to lakeside
My stage show stay live
Make the sound man stage dive
I cut fat cats to eight lives
With my eight ball lines
I'm home 'fore I'm done with all nine

Got you shook like a fault line
Come all shine and get tarnished
Brooklyn got your pay roll garnished
They form a huddle
Whisper like they want trouble
I melt the ice grills into rainwater puddles

Make the proud hearted leave on the humble
Black steel in the hour
Assemble my skill form my power
My poems crush bones into powder
You mumble like a coward
I'm Mos Def, you need to speak louder

Super heroes
Get your power, your masks and capes snatched
Brooklyn take what you can't take back
I know a lot of cats hate that
All I can say black
There's a city full of walls
You can post complaints at

All the doubters and believers
Adjust your receivers
I feel it, you can taste it through the speakers
The three six original sketch lyrics so visual
They rent my rhyme books
At your nearest home video

Tell them cats they need to sit back and observe where they at
Brook-nahm Vietnam
The heat is on
Put your joint on cruise
Try to rush you scuff your brake shoes, just cool and relax
Take a breath, take ten paces back
Stay on time like Omegas
Brooklyn patrol like interstates
Take their license and their registration papers

My joint's so passionate
Make you peal out and mash your shit
Get wild cold crash your whip
Front chassis wrecked
But ock you can't be too upset
Tow truck got my tape in the deck

I'm permanent like tattoos and birth marks
Third degree burn marks
Driving on tracks like Dale Earnheart
Stay on the low like the earth spot
Put a big loss on your earn chart
Nice since the nurse signed my birth chart

Seldom seen but often heard
While your jams is barely heard
Just my name is a daily word
From avenues to streets, terraces and park places
Stair wells, jail cells
Penthouse to basements

Arrangement basic
But still fans chase it
Y2K can't delete the true ancient
Apache war drum on the ranges
Skill level dangerous
Arrow head that killed all the cavemen

They cry John Blazing
But step on the pavement
And get violated like a plaintiff
I ain't shit to play with
I give a goddamn what your name is
Delete it and make it so it never get repeated

Believe it
Tell the feds, tell your girl, tell your mother
Conference call you wack
Crew and tell each other
That they just ain't holding me
I'm Mos Def, your hopefully
Mush off or you get bust off like a ovary

Tell them cats they need to ease back and observe where they at
Brook-nahm Vietnam
The heat is on
Put your joint on cruise
In a rush you scuff your brake shoes, just cool and relax
Take a breath, take ten paces back
Brook-nahm Vietnam
The heat is on, no off-ramp or detour
Make these gassed up jokers observe the speed law

Make these gassed up clowns observe the speed law
Make these gassed up clowns observe the speed law
'Cause they speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin'
Speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin'
Speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin'

Relax
Slow down, you better chill money
Lights be changing fast on these streets dude
Smash your whole shit up
You better cool out money
It ain't like that out here

Look at these cats man
It's funny man
He probably just got that car
About to fuck your whole shit up
Speed laws out here money

Knight riding cats
In control like interstates, state-ahs, state-ahs
State-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs
State-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs
Stay the
Fuck off the road, money

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