Where The Streets Have No Name - Lyrics - Vanessa Carlton

Title: Where The Streets Have No Name
Artist: Vanessa Carlton
Composer(s): Paul Hewson, Dave Evans, Adam Clayton, Larry Jr Mullen

Lyric:
I want to run, I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside
I want to reach out and touch the flame
Where the streets have no name

I want to feel, sunlight on my face
I see that dust cloud disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building then burning down love, burning down love
And when I go there, I go there with you, it's all I can do

The city's a-flood and our love it turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind, we're trampled in dust
I'll show you a place high on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Still building then burning down love, we're burning down love
And when I go there, I go there with you, it's all I can do

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Streetz Of Compton - Lyrics - West Coast Resurrection - Game

Title: Streetz Of Compton
Album: West Coast Resurrection
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom

Lyric:
G-Man Stan, yeah, mayne
I see you done put together one of them tracks mayne
Let me get on down here to the C P T
Better known as Compton mayne
Get my young homey The Game, y'knahmean?
Young nigga up outta Compton mayne, y'knahmsayin'?
This 2002, we gon' see what it do mayne
Y'knahmean? Yarra

Now everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game
I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the same
A lot of people already know exactly where it's at
'Cuz it's the home of the jackers and the crack
(Compton)
Yeah, that's the name of my hometown
I'm goin' down in the town where my name is all around
A nigga just be hatin' and shit, that's a pity
But I ain't doin' nuttin' but claimin' my city

Where they actin' a fool and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stackin' his change
To maintain in the streets of Compton

Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
In Fillmoe from the streets of Compton
Now we stackin' the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton

See my lyrics are double or nothin' provin' to suckers
I can throw 'em
Pass the natural 10 to 4 and six-eight before I go
Not really into freestylin' or tryin' to promote violence
But they gotta know about the five-five-fo', so
That's how I'm livin', I do as I please B
A young gangsta put in work on these Cali streets
And everybody know, that you gotta be stompin'
If you're born and raised in Compton

Where they actin' a fool and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stackin' his change
To maintain in the streets of Compton

Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
In Fillmoe from the streets of Compton
Now we stackin' the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton

Now Compton is a place, where all my niggaz chill dog
'Til I found out, the streets get real dog
'Bout a year ago, somebody musta wanted me to die
'Cuz they kicked in the door, and gave the young kid five
They musta thought that I was gon' play the bitch role
'Cuz I lived through fo' five six holes
But I ain't goin' out like no faggot-ass clown
They found, they couldn't keep a gangsta nigga down

So here's the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker
Ass clucker now you're duckin' 'cuz you can't stop a Y.G.
Gangsta, 'cuz I'm true to my game
You're lame, and thangs ain't gon' never be the same
'Cuz a nigga like the Game is takin' over
I really don't think I should have to explain
Oh yeah, I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin' no pain

Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest
Because I got the C-P-T style written across my chest
A gangsta motherfucker never ceasin' to impress
My name is young Game so you can fuck, the rest
I'm comin' like this and I'm comin' directly
'Cuz niggaz gettin' all stirred up, I'm doin' damage quite effectively
Rhymin' is a battlezone and niggaz can't win
'Cuz I'm a gangsta from the C O M P T O N

Where they actin' a fool, and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stackin' his change
To maintain in the streets of Compton

Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
In Fillmoe from the streets of Compton
Now we stackin' the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton

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Conscious Rapper - Lyrics - Spiritual Minded - Krs One

Title: Conscious Rapper
Album: Spiritual Minded
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Terry Aundriel

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Lyric:
You think this is easy right?
(Yeah)
You think this is easy right?
(That's easy)
You think you got what it takes?
(Yeah that's easy)
Huh, we gon' see, we gon' see right now
(Now what?)
Look

So you wanna be a conscious rapper
Can you handle the press and they negative chatter?
Can you eat cold platters and still spit data?
Watchin' others spit lies and they pockets get fatter

Can you climb up the ladder, and reach the top?
But it still doesn't matter, 'cause you ain't pop
Can you rock for the love of the art?
Can you drop hit after hit after hit and still don't chart?

Can you really stay loyal to God
When your life is full of strife, plus it always seems so hard
Can you handle the criticism
People holdin' you up to higher standards, but they don't live 'em

Can you hear these kiddy flows and laugh at it
But when you spit they callin' you arrogant?
You better think about that before you rock to this
Sometimes it's easier to pop your Cris', let's do it

Think you can do what I do
Think you can step in my shoes
You have no clue what I go through
You never felt my pain
When they attack my name
All because I have spoken the truth

To be a conscious rapper ain't a mystery
You gotta laugh when they call you contradictory
The whole industry, you gotta push and pull it
To really get with me, you gotta dodge they bullets

Blaow, blaow, blaow, every day and every way
You critics got somethin' to say
At the same time, you gotta uphold Christ
Uphold life, while others flash cars and ice

It could break you down, take you down, make you frown
It could actually shake your ground
But if you love who you are, and believe in that
Best believe you will be where the teacher's at

And where's that? in fact, in cold or heat
Yes, I declare victory over the streets
Overstand, over these beats, over the so-called elite
Over the strong, over the weak

I know how to speak, and most of all I know how to eat
I know I want humble and meek
So you better think about that before you rock to this
Sometimes it's easier to pop your Cris', uhh

Think you can do what I do
Think you can step in my shoes
You have no clue what I go through
You never felt my pain
When they attack my name
All because I have spoken the truth

Look, so you thinkin' about bein' a conscious MC
Well you gotta love God and you got to live free
You got to see the life that others can't see
You got to be the person that others can't be

You can't be a S-L-A, V-E
If you sayin' to yourself, "This may be me"
Then you know goin' in that you work against sin
Your very skills will kill the demons within

So don't expect respect from slaves and hoes
Nor the slavemaster's video shows
Nor the rap mags, you know how it go
Especially black mags, you know they don't know

Just go to the crowd that you know will need you
'Cause nothing compares to the respect of the people
That's what you look for, that's what you work with
'Cause anything else, is truly worthless

You better think about that before you rock to this
Sometimes it's easier to just pop your Cris'
You better think about that, 'fore you rock to this
Sometimes it's easier to just pop your Cris', uhh

Think you can do what I do
Think you can step in my shoes
You have no clue what I go through
You never felt my pain
When they attack my name
All because I have spoken the truth

Think you can do what I do
Think you can step in my shoes
You have no clue what I go through
You never felt my pain
When they attack my name
All because I have spoken the truth

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When Thugz Cry - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: When Thugz Cry
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
When thugs cry
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my guns to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
God is gone, when thugs cry, too much is hard

Born thuggin' and lovin' the way I came up
Big money clutchin', bustin' while evadin' cocaine busts
My pulse rushin', send my pulses into insanity
Shout at my cousin now we bustin' if they yo' family
The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried
I got a line on the DA 'cause I'm fuckin' his secretary
I black out and start cussin', bust 'em and touch 'em all
They panic and bitches duckin', I rush 'em and fuck 'em all

I'll probably be an old man before I understand why
Why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand
Kidnapped my homie's sister, cut her face up bad
They even raped so we blazed they pad
Automatic shots rang out, on every block
They puttin' hits out on politicians, even cops, I ain't lyin'
They got me sleepin' with my infrared beams
And in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin'
What is the meaning, when thugs cry?

Oh why, children send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk where they lie
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry
Dear God
Oh why, does it have to be this way
Our children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugs cry
Dear God, oh why

Heh, maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin'
Where is the love? never quit my ambition to thug
Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary
Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries
But still homie keep it real, how does it feel
To lose your life, over somethin' that you did as a kid?
You all alone, no communication, block on the phone
Don't get along with yo' Pop, and plus your Moms is gone

Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song
To help us grow at times, but now our minds are gone
We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches
We went from welfare livin', to worldwide riches
But somethin' changed in this dirty game, everything's strange
Lost all my homies over cocaine, man
See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie
See you gotta get high or die, 'cause even thugs cry

Oh why, children send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk where they lie
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry
Dear God
Oh why, does it have to be this way
Our children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugs cry
Dear God, oh why

And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures
Bustin' motherfuckers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures
'Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don
I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone
Why perpetrate like you can handle my team?
So merciless that my attack'll take command of your dreams
Leavin motherfuckers drownin' in they own blood
Clownin' takin' pictures later
Laugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitches

Regulate my area, the terror I represent
Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin' where they went?
Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul?
Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told
Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer
Smoke a pound of Marijuana, so I know it ain't long
Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close?
I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry

Oh why, children send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk where they lie
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry
Dear God
Oh why, does it have to be this way
Our children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugs cry
Dear God, oh why

Oh why, children send your child off to die
In the streets of chalk where they lie
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry
Dear God
Oh why, does it have to be this way
Our children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugs cry
Dear God, oh why

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Money On The Couch - Lyrics - Solja Rags - Juvenile

Title: Money On The Couch
Album: Solja Rags
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams
My coke organization still infestin' the land
No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers

Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for the glamorous life
Don P. for breakfast, Benz, stretches and Lexus
Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas

Some fabricated but fascinated by the way that I made it
Now my name is implicated with the greatest
Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H.
Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate

Twelve o'clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate
Party with killas, paraphernalia full of projects
Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks
But I gets pissed and send hits, don't fuck with my shit

Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with
Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied? Well say somethin'
Nine's bustin', bringin' your platoon to destruction
Continue to hustlin', givin' up nothin' where the dope at?

Crackers can get the Bauds at because I'm pro Black
Think I'm a foreigner, he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal
Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner
I'm sure he would have gone before the judge

With somethin' concrete, to send me 'cuz
He was holdin' a grudge, fuckin' over a thug
Told my bitch I want him dead
Bring me his head, fill him with lead

Heard what I said? Don't betray me
I'll put you on the streets and make you weak
With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth
And built you a home next to the beach and luxury cars we creep
Here's the nine, I don't have time, make it discreet

Money on the couch, nigga
Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga
Shut'cha mouth, nigga
Put the money on the couch, nigga

Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga
Shut'cha mouth, nigga
Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, nigga

I know that my cousin Lil' Kerzaw
He sold up outta his backyard
And sold up shit, from the seventeen all the way up to the Ninth Ward
You know he rolls up in the caddy

It's about that time to go roasts and vogue
I'ma go on the passenger side, fuckin' with every last hoe
Nigga Russ was up in that car shop
Ready to get all the seats fixed

Let me go scope me a knee fit, so I can go out to the Freaknik
Shit, I'm the lyrical genius
Drop down on your knees to the penis
The nigga be talkin' the shit about my family but I never did seen it

I'm larger than large, if you came home with two heroin charges
And I still got somethin' stashed in the garages
Y'all is petty, it's gone take two to fill my stamina
When I pass the camera, flash, fuck the amateurs

Ya better be top notch
Or I'ma cock my rhyme glock
To wound ya, and paint your death
With my autograph on your tumor

Money on the couch, nigga
Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga
Shut'cha mouth, nigga
Put the money on the couch, nigga

Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga
Shut'cha mouth, nigga
Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, nigga

I'm straight from the ghetto, the Mac they make the foes shake
Then I left that spot and I went to the T where the triflin' hoes play
They comin' to me and they blowin' that funky fire
I'm grabbin' a beer and them blunts be gettin' me higher

Due to my clique, I walked to the front door
Hope it ain't them po-po's
I looked through the blinds, it went through my mind
"What I have to run for?"

Nobody would want to test me, especially comin' to arrest me
Old body and soul, it's a must I leave you cold
Keep it chilly, chilly when I'm jigglin' jigglin' money
Some niggas say okay, but you can say no way

I'm drinkin' for honey
If I wouldn't be kickin' these rhymes so funky
You and your crew would never have bought
My shit like junkies

A part of a, "Ki" is all that I need
To get on my feet, up outta the weed
The capital "C", I do it for weed and even a "G" for slangin' them kis,
I'm puttin' in it your face, Juvenile lookin' for a bitch now

Don't have no time for no foreplay
I'm simply gonna lay this dick down
Niggas be comin' with dope lines
Gimme the chance I'ma flow mine

I'm tearin' this bitch up in no time
No fuckin' ya up 'cuz you know I'm
Funky like a club that's filled up with fat men fartin'
And never a bad thought in my mind 'cuz I'm steadily plottin'

Money on the couch, nigga
Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga
Shut'cha mouth, nigga
Put the money on the couch, nigga

Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga
Shut'cha mouth, nigga
Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, nigga

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You Must Be Crazy - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: You Must Be Crazy
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Hakeem T. Seriki, K. Jackson, D. Burke

Lyric:
Chamillionaire's so crazy
Look at the face of the media like you crazy
You thought I'd fall, I'm sorry dawg you crazy

Mirror, mirror on the wall, you are crazy
I wonder if it's still called memory loss
If you can't remember the last time you lost

Yeah, the only time I lose is when it's my memory
Haters comin' around here, talkin' about 'Remember me'
Nah amnesia, Cham leader apparently
You are just a follower now I'm about to set a speed

If they can't keep up with, no one ahead of me
Victory is just what I said that I can achieve
'Bout to be trouble, you scared, I think you'd better leave
Hope you don't have asthma, ah-ahm, go ahead and breathe

Yeah, pull out your inhaler
You gon' have to catch your breath for this one
This the victory lap

Yeah, garage lift up, it'll create some enemies
Got the S S in the middle of it like Tennessee
Sorry but the Ferrari there isn't friendly
The engine be runnin' pyoon like a scattered keys

If she a freak don't handcuff her, just let her be
Get your G's like five letters after the letter B
Photocopy could possibly find a better me
Hot like two letters after the letter C

In the name of gang that's been runnin' the game
Help me explain and tell 'em, Chamillitary mayne

I am a hustler, you gotta pay me
No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily
When you a hustler, no bein' lazy
I got it whenever you need it just page me

Hustler music, hustler music
Hustler music, I'm hustlin' music
You thinkin', you thinkin' I'ma lose baby
Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy

You ready Famous?
Hold up, I gotta take these 20 G's and take it to the bank G
Aight fo' sho' I got it
Hold up, yeah

The hype Williams to y'all rookies, you know that this is
A motion picture so sick that I call it motion sickness
Jonathan Manyon, the manuscript, so hold your pictures
Just like you're posin' for strippers and tryin' to show your riches

Materialistic I got a lot of material
Umm, I got a lot of, uhh, Chamnesia
I probably break up with my own self and go solo
Versus for promo, oh, no

I'm a monster, up and cummin' like dicks, no homo
A lil' too gangsta for them flicks, no photos
I'm high like gas, rose sticks and blow dodo
That Texas, shit, fa sho' though

Fresh off the underground circuit
Straight into this overground circus
I'ma do numbers like the lotto
Shoot 'tron straight out the bottle

You not lookin' at a role model
So, I say it one time and one time only
Not your buddy, not your pal or your homie
You know me

I am a hustler, you gotta pay me
No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily
When you a hustler, no bein' lazy
I got it whenever you need it just page me

Hustler music, hustler music
Hustler music, I'm hustlin' music
You thinkin', you thinkin' I'ma lose baby
Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy, crazy

I'm like Bruh Man on the fifth flo'
'Cept I'm comin' in through the front do'
I ain't gotta use the window, let's go

Now please pass my passport because I'm it
I got groupies with longer hair than cousin it
Brazilian ladies who tell me, "This bra just doesn't fit"
Twins in two rooms tryin' to make me double dip

Shoulda known I would win, yeah, you thought you had it
Like my cars and my weapon that is automatic

This the part of the horror flick
Where the white lady trips and falls
And me and Famous escape with the millions

Two heavyweights from the Lone Star State
And if 30's the new 20, I been hot since 8
Me flop just wait, not turn blue
Tell 'em I'm famous, thought I was a new nig

Thought you knew nig, when I'm applyin' pressure
The brothers play the back lookin' like some rhymin' extras
'Cause I'm the star of the movie, can't move me
Don't try either, either

I'ma roast you then Baker like Anita
Hot, my records got the fever, stop actin' like a diva
They tellin' Cham how they feelin' me
I'm a universal asset, your whole team liability

So I ain't finna leave, so you ain't finna breathe
'Cause I can cut it up or keep it cool like the winter breeze
My piece and chain symbolize respect
My mouthpiece symbolize a check, yup
Chamillitary mayne

No kids here so how you gon' play me?
Boy tryin' to cash out so how you gon' pay me?

I am a hustler, you gotta pay me
No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily
When you a hustler, no bein' lazy
I got it whenever you need it just page me

No time to sleep I gotta keep goin'
The hustler of all hustlers, I say it's somethin' I borrow
Sell night to the day and then sell today to tomorrow
No money don't even bother

Got some paper then call up
Call George Bush's daughter I sell her Katrina water

Just to get at her father, just so they have some evidence
I'm slick enough to take precedence from the president
America's worst nightmare is right here
I stay sizzlin' like flares, look up, pyoon

It's quite clear it's my year 'til I hear
Somebody's smoother then I'm the ruler, I'm like where
Is he at? Just let me know, I'ma bury him
Under the rocks in the bottom of my aquarium

The chances of me losin' this time are very slim
If he was bright then I'm turnin' him down to very dim
If it ain't me in the sequel then there will be no sequel
You know the obvious reason is 'cause there is no equal

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Let Me See Ya Do Your Thing - Lyrics - Presents G.H.E.T.T.O Stories - Swizz Beatz

Title: Let Me See Ya Do Your Thing
Album: Presents G.H.E.T.T.O Stories
Artist: Swizz Beatz
Composer(s): Kareem Bagley, Kasseem Dean, Bryan Williams, James Anderson

Lyric:
Uh huh
(Off the top)
Cash Money, Hot Boys
(All to me nigga)
You understand
Say, Swizz, give it all to me, don't hold it back
I want it, give it all, hit me in the chest wit it nigga

I got work, bricks, money, pistols
Hoes have bitch ass niggas runnin' with 'em
Paid money, hard rocks, cheap digits, hard blocks
It's llello cola, heroin and boulders
Stunna Corleone, nigga I told ya this Mack dimes, doin' time

Uptown riders everybody been dinin'
It's third wall nothin' but these uptown souljas
N-Y G's, the barrel high rolla'
It's Swizz and Stunna in a Ram stuntin'
(Wassup)

20 inches, nothin' under
(Wassup)
It's glocks and bitches we been killin' snitches
(Oh)
Work? Fuck the Feds, nigga we livin'
(Oww)
Yo, ask me twice I ain't neva been nice
Always been a gangsta poppin' willas don't bite

Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin'
Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin'
(Let me see you do ya thing)
Oh no, where's the bitches?
Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas?

Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar
(C'mon)
Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit
(Let me see you do ya thing)
C'mon, rep ya hood
Let me see you do ya thing

I got the MJ 220 on the streets of Atlanta
Wit the 360 Modena parked diamond Savanna
Life's too short, so a nigga stretch the Porsche
And put the big screen in it
It's like a nigga at the movies, when he sittin' in it

Picture seems so vivid the windows all tinted
Marble flo's in it, I got doe like Bill when the chip was invented
So it's, no thing for me to pull a few strings to
Get a, few things that cost a few G's
You ain't passed it down to me, so it has to be

Way it be, as you see I'm tryin' to find me a place in the hills
Put a blighty in the backyard and move right back to the ville
I'm a always be where it's real
(Nigga)
And chill where the caps get peeled and niggas get killed
(What)
Till I die I'm a live till I can't no more
Sell crack and bust guns till I'm at the morgue
(What's up?)

Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin'
Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin'
(Let me see you do ya thing)
Oh no, where's the bitches?
Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas?

Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar
(C'mon)
Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit
(Let me see you do ya thing)
C'mon, rep ya hood
Let me see you do ya thing

I'm real, I'm steel, I'm hard to kill
Been packin' bullets, shoot out at will
Stunna Corleone, sellin' heroine
Uptown make this mine, stemmies get grown

Casey Brice, ten the price
Kill that nigga I'll shife his life
It's Fresh, Stunna, Weezy, Turk
Swizz, Jada, DMX, let work

Bitch, nigga, I hate them niggas
All I fuck wit is these real ass niggas
It's Ruff-Ryder, Cash Money
D give me the name, I'll bust a hundred

It's Rolex, hoe don't flex
I'm worth 200 mil, bitch what's next?
It's full surface, Swizz that's next
Nigga act up, we breakin' they neck

Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin'
Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin'
(Let me see you do ya thing)
Oh no, where's the bitches?
Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas?

Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar
(C'mon)
Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit
(Let me see you do ya thing)
C'mon, rep ya hood
Let me see you do ya thing

Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin'
Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin'
(Let me see you do ya thing)
Oh no, where's the bitches?
Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas?

Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar
(C'mon)
Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit
(Let me see you do ya thing)
C'mon, rep ya hood
Let me see you do ya thing

Whoa, whoa
Break it out, whoodi

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Shinin' Star - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Shinin' Star
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): D Murphy, F Mizell, L Mizell, L Dechalus, W Dixon, R Mizell

Lyric:
Yeah yeah, uhh, uh-huh
Brand Nubian, yeah yeah, check it

You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are

Uhh, now it started it off for me in apartment 6C
Project style, ate government cheese for a while
Pop Duke wasn't there 'cos he had to do a bid
So momma love stuck with these bad ass kids
She used to say, "Keep your head up, always think positive
And never be ashamed of who you are or where you live
Teenage years I had to struggle doing that"

Shorty say, "Don't talk to him, girlfriend, look where he live at
Crib probably crawlin' with roaches and rats
Plus cats be in his hallways with the drugs and the gats"
I used to try and honeys used to walk on by
Now I'm damn near 20 and still ain't got no ride
Caught a record deal, now them same old chicks
That used to walk on by go out their way to say, hi
But they gets none that's why I'm with the same girl
From the same projects that I come from because

You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are
You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are

Well this is that time that you've waited for
Three linked from what was said to be extinct
You say, "Take my weed-smellin' ass home"
I'm grown more thirst than if I swallowed sand bags
Not fending enough to go out and grab bags from women
I swear if we don't hear this on the air I'll be down at the station
Your broadcast from Monday has now been switched to no day
With the class team that I'm with, we stay fit
Just like the calm before the twister hit

Brand Nubian name is gonna blister shit
We raise the flags in three places
Employ black faces from midnight blacks to light tan
Brand Nubian straight rate policy for the world
For your little man, for your little girl, from Cheryl to Earl
Watch how it all go down and unfurl
Mark this print, I feel like we've all been sent
It's more than gettin' money and gettin' bent
Word life, 'cos you're a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are

You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are

Brand Nubian cats spread
A four-letter word seldom heard amongst my nation
Understandings highest elevation, the foundation
Of creation of motivation, in my family there's no relation
They got us willing to be killing off our population, full-time occupation
We need to turn it around like oscillation
Or watch it all burn to the ground from frustration

Lord Jamar, I'ma show love to all my people who show
To me that's how it's gotta be peace to prodigy and Mobb Deep
God's working hard on the streets for the love of the peeps
Niggas bring their ass in the clubs every week
Walk right past the brothers and they can't speak
All hands meet to shake, for Pete's sake
Let's break the ice, life livin' love, love livin' life

You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are
You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be a shinin' star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are

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Distant Wilderness - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: Distant Wilderness
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Patrick Brown, Robert Barnett, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Why is it you fail, to see a man
In the same hour, that his kin come grinnin'?
In another code, fell asleep, party mode, tryin' to come up
From the ashes that defy your lift, listen up

Ladies seem sweet, the ocean meets the mountain peaks
Stone-walker, side-walker, watch those loose lips, wall street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H2O
Four coats will make it glaze

Beams rooted like dogwood, between the pine, wind
Twenty-fo' stores with malt for sale, still fetchin' water
Out the well, help em size, find the grind, find the times
Where the times weighed as hard as [Incomprehensible]
Find me shoes, baby daddy

Rico daddy, he didn't break the TV
So why should I weep, man gon' bye, see you when my light blow
Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull
Between the halo, and a fork-pitch suffocated by my rhymes

Worship high, it's just another name
Take your time and concentrate on it
Take a stand and make your hand a fist
We got a reason to resist

The mortal orbit your nadir, don't cross the fade
Chillin' in Decatur, where it's greater, secure streets
In the hood late at nights, dippin' fine
Hard not to be slippin', if they come, I won't run
When it's time, I ain't trippin', I got my date
And you got yours too, I see, the record sales soar

After the death, of this creator, genocidal, tendencies
When they mention he, who listens, to unseen hand
Cappin' the faces of the young black man, when they sing
Knowin' that we godly, got to keep it right

With my people 'cause I'm equal no matter, how much I make
I can't escape fate, the date as I await, as I await, I can't fake
Can't fake, I can't fake, I'm true with it

A duffel for the cash, platinum within myself from another earth
Spill, Nina, tea leaf, your very, existence is considered a privilege
Buck up, and they can't, be revoked pay your taxes, uhh, snake eyes
Strapped with flaws, still iterant to a lot of laws

Man made, but that's a dot, everybody
From the east coast don't wear it back home, whatchu think?
Gettin' they thoughts mixed negative, after reassurances
I say a prayer, plus if I, entertained them
It's easy to commit, hard to resist

And once we cross that line segment, not even our producers
Can bring us back, eyeballs peeled
Eardrums opened, egos stripped stroked, another low blow
Delivered to the hip-hop culture, uhh
Industry consists of thieveries, prostitutes
And folgers if somethin' bigger than us, past the blue
Told us that it wasn't a heaven for G's

Then we do this, continue your devilish deeds
I mean activities, that just show, that it's a hell
For jacks, independent, but you distributed by your masters
Labels still a slave, but you just get to eat at
The white man's table, lookin' like Gable Gunther
On the Guinness Book of World Records, God didn't like ugly
And he wasn't too fond of cute either
A climate of caution, a climate of caution in effect

Worship high, it's just another name
Take your time and concentrate on it
Take a stand and make your hand a fist
We got a reason to resist

Wherever I am, you can feel god is present, in the midst of darkness
If you spark up bet somebody gonna see it
It is necessary for me to speak these words now
Another day here hasn't been promised to me

Don't you agree that you never fail when you try
I'm willing to die but first I am willing to live
And I over stand that this will be a lifelong sacrifice
In order to reveal you gon' have to destroy
And if you ain't thinkin' right you damn sure can't act right

Somebody raise your fist and let me know I'm not alone
Revolution, doesn't mean fightin' in these streets
And it ain't gonna be no revolution without the women
And, it ain't gonna be no future without the children

And, it ain't gonna be no children without the men
And, you can't have no love without the trust
And no, trust can come without communication
And you can't communicate if you ain't got shit to say

You can't teach about what you, been deceived about too
Any book you read is still limited education
You gonna have to talk to God personally and time is short
And, He's on His way, and I will receive
A grateful word for what I've done
And this is all that really matters to me

In time you will see what I told you was true
And I ain't have to rhyme to say that to you
I ain't got to rhyme to say it to you, it's true

Worship high, it's just another name
Take your time and concentrate on it
Take a stand and make your hand a fist
We got a reason to resist

We got a reason to resist
We got a reason to resist
Resist, resist, resist
We got a reason to resist

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Drunk By Myself - Lyrics - The Lost Tapes - Nas

Title: Drunk By Myself
Album: The Lost Tapes
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Al West, Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Uhh, uhh, Where am I going?
Where am I? Where the hell am I? Yo, it's ill

Yo my wife's tired of fuckin' me life tries duckin' me
Luckily I find 'em just at the right time
Mack in my right arm, tequila bottle in my left arm like Cristian
Watching my life go, can't do myself in

Wolves in the night yo, hells men two revolvers I can let twelve spin
Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit
Buck-sixty, who wit' me? My cris, two well
Twisted blunts and inner conscience telling me that I ain't shit

No matter how much cash I sit with still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness
My precious, baby, girl, came like forty nights of rain
To replenish my adolescent brain
Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane
So I drive to cool the pressure down, delay the pain

I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat
Though I took, that was to live, hope God'll forgive
As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is

To maintain, bitches playin' games
Niggas snitchin', I ain't saying names
But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang
Lost so many close niggas, drunk almost crashed

I'm going too fast, highway patrol will just flash
Lights in my rear view, if they stop me, I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead, yo nigga watch me

I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Prayin' no car speed by for me to crash to

Steering wheel in my hand, tryin' to hold it steady
Anythin' in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone, drunk by myself

Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once
Been in the shoes of a wolf in a night when he hunts
For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves
Can't tell these niggas nothin' though

Bullets wak'em up well, take 'em to hell
Stick up niggas once ran up on me
My deckited lifestyle attracted sharks on me
I ain't your mark homey

It's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake
Spilling my bottle not even shook of the Jakes
Could hardly look both ways, put out the haze blurry vision
Think about the time in my life before I was on television

Hello women, jealous niggas up in my vision
Since we all hood niggas expect kilos
For what they not seeing is police expect Rico
Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated
Windows up blastin' AC going wherever instinct takes me
I hate it when I'm like this, the bottle's my accomplice

I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Prayin' no car speed by for me to crash to

Steering wheel in my hand, tryin' to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone, drunk by myself

The reason that I want to be alone
Tired of all the things that went wrong
That would have went right if I would have did it on my own
Take another swig, the more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts

Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down
Not knowin' who to trust, rumors about niggas comin' through
Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowin' what was true
Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately

Choosin' a Henny bottle over a friend
Drivin' again to keep my mind off that weak shit
There's love through it all, things to live for
I swerve, almost crash into a wall

Think about the good, find myself laughin'
Turn the cell off, no way to be reached
Know I'm near my crib, trying to see my way through the streets
Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home
Start feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip
Bring my ass to the crib, I'm tired

When I'm drunk by myself, gun under the seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Prayin' no car speed by for me to crash to

Steering wheel in my hand, tryin' to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself all alone in the zone, drunk by myself

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Where I'M From - Lyrics - R.U.L.E. - Ja Rule

Title: Where I'M From
Album: R.U.L.E.
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Artie Green, Andre L Parker, Jeffrey B Atkins, Irving Domingo Lorenzo, Demi Mcghee, Lloyd Polite

Lyric:
Hey, comin' from where I'm from, I'm from
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over the car Limos
While they mom was at home, tears hittin' the pillow
Where women in the middle in a seminal funereal
Shed a tear 'cause he lost his son the same way a year ago

It's the same ego spiritual, we thuggin' in harmony
They say, "Death brings life, there exchange no robbery"
If I'm wrong pardon me, I'm just tired of poverty
Why them niggaz in the hood never hit the lottery

Unless they go lottery, first round in the draft
First we dustin' off the rounds and we slip in the mag'
Then we slip on the masks and go out and mash
And we call it feeding our family, y'all call it a tragedy, damn

How I could just kill a man?
Watch his blood flow like a river then rinse his blood off of my hand
If you hearing me speak please Lord give me a chance
Please forgive me of my sins 'cause we cleansed where I'm from

Me and my niggaz ride
Even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside
Never run in or hide 'cause some niggaz hate it
But I can't get faded 'cause I done made it

Instead of struggling or strive
Survive my weight how these ghetto streets of mine
This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from
We all walk back in line

Now everybody know that everybody said, "Nobody can hide from beef
Except but us, who surprised when these kids get killed on the streets"
Look how these animals eat that's how they talk 'bout us
While they shed they joke and laugh puttin' a choke round us

Can I get a moment of silence?
'Cause they claimin' it's the murderers that's causin' all the violence
What 'bout the ones that protect to serve our honor
Poppin' the blue colla' with shots soon to follow

The ghettos in horror 'cause in this boy shot went back
And now the neighborhood hot and he can't move the crack
When it's all about the dollars
And he'll individually get murdered 'cause money is power

But then these snitch's get to talking and it's colder than ours
Cuffed and crimed on the bus heading straight to the Island
He was only 13 but tried us in the dope and as high as the coast
Because ain't no more children in the ghetto where I'm from

Me and my niggaz ride
Even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside
Never run in or hide 'cause some niggaz hate it
But I can't get faded 'cause I done made it

Instead of struggling or strive
Survive my weight how these ghetto streets of mine
This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from
We all walk back in line

We ain't all killers in prison
Matter fact that's a stereo typical thought of livin'
'Cause they don't know about the hood and them love in it
Summer time top down with the wood finish

Pushin' hard, uptown windows slightly tinted
Back to back Benz and jeeps, blowin' weed with my niggaz
On our way to a house party, gonna fuck with some bitchs
Let's get some liquor for shorty who said she make us some chicken

And if we get 'em drunk enough
We probably could freak 'em and do it every other weekend
If I don't have to kill niggaz, I never would leave the ghetto
I'm like an angel that put on a halo
Cradle the grave of my niggaz that we lost in the ghetto

'Cause where I'm from in the ghetto we rock white tee's and Nike's
Roll 3 dice and name our dope ice cream
Set trends and y'all follow our lead
But in New Yitti niggaz follow they dreams, where I'm from

Me and my niggaz ride
Even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside
Never run in or hide 'cause some niggaz hate it
But I can't get faded 'cause I done made it

Instead of struggling or strive
Survive my weight how these ghetto streets of mine
This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from
We all walk back in line

Now I lay me down and sleep
And I pray for the Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
Pray to the Lord, my soul to take, yeah
Pray for the Lord, my soul to take, oh, oh yeah

Me and my niggaz ride
Even when the sun don't shine and it's cold outside
Never run in or hide 'cause some niggaz hate it
But I can't get faded 'cause I done made it

Instead of struggling or strive
Survive my weight how these ghetto streets of mine
This is coming from where I'm from, I'm from
We all walk back in line

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Eyebrows Down - Lyrics - Chicken N Beer - Ludacris

Title: Eyebrows Down
Album: Chicken N Beer
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): C Bridges, T Cook

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Lyric:
Yeah
Gotta feel me on this one
Ain't none of this shit happen overnight
We talking about a long time coming motherfucker

It ain't clean on these streets
It's mean on these streets
Blocks up, hats down
Fiends on these streets
So please pay attention when you comin' around
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me

It ain't clean on these streets
It's mean on these streets
Blocks up, hats down
Fiends on these streets
So please pay attention when you comin' around
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me

I'm still back for the first damn time
So grab a hold of your seat while I open your mind
And take you back from when I dropped down from Heaven
And I came on my moms and I had a Mic as my fucking weapon
When I was three, I was just a little G
But if you looked in my eyes, you'd see the future of a real MC
Then at the age of nine, I wrote my first rhyme
Soon rapping became one of my favorite pastimes

Everywhere that I went spitting and dabbling
Showing my ass growing up and started traveling
From one city to the next Luda landed in the ATL
Where the pimps and the players dwell
I made a tape did shows and got exposure
And kept learning as my black ass got older
No matter what I just kept at my trade
I made mistakes but still stayed sharper than a Ginsui Balde

It ain't clean on these streets
It's mean on these streets
Blocks up, hats down
Fiends on these streets
So please pay attention when you comin' around
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me

It ain't clean on these streets
It's mean on these streets
Blocks up, hats down
Fiends on these streets
So please pay attention when you comin' around
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me

Age 14, my talent show, a beast out of cage
I would have won, but got disqualified for jumping off stage
But I didn't care 'cause this game has started to open it's arms
When I was at Banaker High School pulling fire alarms
So I could get a crowd around me, make a name for my block
People told me keep flowing, they didn't want me to stop
I's back when big nose John was my human beatbox
Skipped out on school hit open campus and watch out for street cops

Now I'm known around the town as that, "Nigga that raps"
From the hills of Maze High to them G-roll traps
And I was still making demos perfecting the craft
And some said I wouldn't make it, they would giggle and laugh
So I picked up a couple of books from Donald Goines
About the business of this shit and how to flip a few coins
Before the age of eighteen, I was destined to make it
My bank account read, disturbing the peace incorporated

It ain't clean on these streets
It's mean on these streets
Blocks up, hats down
Fiends on these streets
So please pay attention when you comin' around
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me

It ain't clean on these streets
It's mean on these streets
Blocks up, hats down
Fiends on these streets
So please pay attention when you comin' around
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me

Age 18, I'm struggling just to survive
But I got a gig working for change at 97.5
Now I'm rapping on the radio increasing their numbers
Still Ludacris, but alias was Chris Lova, Lova
Late nights I'm in a studio in using they tools
Me and Poon was smoking weed and breaking all of they rules
And I was krunk, all the big wigs was hearing my songs
But nobody did shit and they was taking too long

So 3 years went past and I saved enough cash
To make my own record label and put my self on blast
The album was independent it was just for the streets
I sold one thousand copies in my first fucking week
Then went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand
All the record companies biting, but I chose Def Jam
The main reason that I made it and I love the A town
Was because the block had it's eyebrows down, ya heard me

It ain't clean on these streets
It's mean on these streets
Blocks up, hats down
Fiends on these streets
So please pay attention when you comin' around
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me

It ain't clean on these streets
It's mean on these streets
Blocks up, hats down
Fiends on these streets
So please pay attention when you comin' around
Because the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me

Yeah, Ive' been waiting a lifetime to get what the fuck I got
It's real man, hardest working nigga in show business
Believe that, shout out to Lil' Fate, I dub, Chaka Zulu, yeah woo
The people's music, I used to play some happy and some jealous
'Cause I'm showered with cash
And they can't remove they umbrellas
The people's music I used to play some happy and some jealous
'Cause I'm showered with cash
And they can't remove they umbrellas, uh
You hear it raining don't ya, you hear it rain

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Destroy Rebuild - Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

Title: Destroy Rebuild
Album: Stillmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Scott Larock, L Parker, Nasir Jones, M Risko, P Hendricks

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Lyric:
This is a journey into the worlds most largest
And notorious projects, Queensbridge
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most
Cowardest rappers

He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile
Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories
First there's this arrogant fuck, his names Cory
Hung around my mans like he a big Trevor
Trevor's still locked up, likes getting his cheddar
Cory changed his name to Arr, whatever
Corn chip, buckwheat lookalike, its mega

Right Mega was his name sorry about that
But it's so hard to put a cowards name in my rap
Always acting tough, a jokester be fronting
He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothing
But that's Nas always looking out for breadrin'
'Cause when breadrin' they return love they don't stress him
'Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real
Still laughing to the bank and shit

Back to Cor, got him a deal but his rhymes was whack
Def Jam now that he signed a contract
Now he got jealous and mad at my shine
Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind
Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid
Mega, for the record, you could suck my dick
Bitch you from around the way it's sad what this do to me
But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill us
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

So now since we on the subject of traders and flunkies
Mega ain't the only faggot in my hood dummies
Theres plenty that wanna be me but cannot
It's like King Arthur and knight Sir Lance-a-lot
Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul
Before I woulda told you, Prodigy's my dog
Through the ups and downs, robberies and all
Though I always knew he wanted my downfall

He would say his little slick shit and act real funny
For what nigga you're butt and it got back to me
Asking a braveheart to get back your jewelry
You ain't from my hood, don't even rep Q B
Nature moved to Marcy
Man dick riding nature, nothing else to say
Man nature moved to Mars, back with ass niggas in fear
Fuck them niggas go head with the progam man proceed

Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief
Of course we ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks
Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas
Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger
Just fills me, when niggas let out of town to set shot
And get filthy rich, it's just not
No more morals, no loyalty, no more community
Queensbridge, we gotta have unity

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

So nowI put the name on the map after Marly and Shan
QB before the Roc had one jam
Before the Death Row and Bad Boy Beef
Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak
So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard
Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed
P how many times natures shamed that
Jungle was busting his gun to get your weak chain back

They don't respect you a check's due for me for your fame
Mega I hope you blow so I'm saying your name
Hoes play your position 'cause you'll never be king
Even Jigga want the crown, honestly poor thing
I'm representing Queensbridge U S A
Where two SK's go off every day new flesh lay
All you little roaches and rats
Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is back, so haters say

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

{So now they say the bridge is over my dick, bridge'll never be over
Long as I'm alive and breathing, Braveheart to the graveyard
I'm the William Wallace of this shit
Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man
You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal niggas
From out your circle, you can't save everybody
Niggas invited you to the hood, rep it right my nigga
Be untouchable my nigga, so it be Mobb for life for real}

{And thats real, ayo nature I can't hold your hand through this shit man
I'm not your father man, be your own man, stand on your own two
I believe in you, believe in yourself nigga or don't even rep this man
Ayo Mega you wanna be a gangsta? There's real gangsta
Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggas is in the grind
Where you be at man? Niggas be bucking
Why you never bucking, where you be at man?
All of a sudden you the motherfuckin' Neo Brown of the fucking hood
Its disgusting man, stay out the magazines}

{Keep my name out your motherfucking mouth
Theres no more room for jealousy, we destroying and rebuilding
That means the cowards get out and the real niggas stay
Niggas been hating me since I been nine, shining
With suede motherfucking ballets on in silks
I'ma always be the young don, don't be like the niggas on the other side
Hating me 'cause I'm beautiful, real niggas in Queensbridge
You niggas come up and get this money and move on baby, QB}

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In The Ghetto - Lyrics - Rakim

Title: In The Ghetto
Artist: Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto
Nobody smiling, ghetto

Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Nobody smiling, ghetto
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Nobody smiling

Planet earth was my place of birth
Born to be the sole controller of the universe
Besides the part of the map I hit first
Any environment I can adapt when it gets worse

The rough gets goin' the goin' gets rough
When I start flowin' the mic might bust
The next state'll shake from the power I generate
People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes

'Cause times is hard on the boulevard
So I bogaurd and never get scarred I'm God
But it seems like I'm locked in hell
Lookin' over the edge but the R never fell

Or tripped or slipped 'cause my Nikes got grip
I stand on my own two feet and come equipped
Any stage I'm seen on the mic I fiend on
I stand alone and need nothin' to lean on

Goin' for self with a long way to go
So much to say but I still flow slow
I come correct and I won't look back
'Cause it ain't where you from it's where you at

Even the
Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Nobody smiling

I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York
Came through the womb of the world as a thought
Thinkin' how hard it was to be born
Me being cream with no physical form

Millions of cells with one destination
To reach the best part that's life's creation
Nine months later a job well done
Make way 'cause here I come

Since I made it this far can't stop now
There's a will and a way and I got the know how
To be all there is to be and more
To see all there is to see before

I'm called to go back to the essence
It's a lot to learn so I studied my lessons
I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me
I'm glad I listened when my father was rapping to me

'Cause back in the days they lived in caves
Exiled from the original man and strayed away
Now that's what I call hard times
I'd rather be here to exercise the mind

Then I take a thought around the world twice
From knowledge the form back to knowledge precise
Across the desert that's hot as the Arabian
But they couldn't cave me in 'cause I'm the Asian

Reaching for the city of Mecca visit Medina
Visions of Nefertiti then I seen her
Mind keeps travelin' I'll be back after I
Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa

Return the thought through the eye of a needle
For miles I fought and I just fought the people
Under the darks skies on a dark side
Not only there but right here's an apartheid

So now is the time for us to react
Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
Understand your third eye seen all of that
It ain't where you from it's where you at

Even the
Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling
Even the
Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell

Nobody smiling, ghetto
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Nobody smiling
Ghetto, nobody smiling
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Nobody smiling

No more props I want property in every burrough
Nobody's stoppin' me because I'm thorough
Rhymes I make give me real estate for me to own
Where ever I bless a microphone

Double O seven is back and relaxin'
On point and reactin' and ready for action
I'm so low key that you might not see me
Incognito and takin' it easy
Ghetto

Quiet is kept on a hush hush
In front of a crowd I get loud as a bum rush
But calm keep a low pro and play the background
Hoping the wack rappers put the mic back down

So rip it break it in half go ahead and slam it
'Cause when it's time to build I'm a mechanic
I'm bondin' and mendin' attachin' and blendin'
So many solos there is no ending

People in my neighborhood they know I'm good
From London to Hollywood where ever I stood
Footprints remain on stage ever since
Sidewalks and streets I leave fossils and dents

When I had sex I left my name on necks
My trademark was left throughout the projects
I used to get rich when I played C-Lo
When I rolled 4, 5, 6 they go we know

So I collect my cash then slide
I got my back my gun's on my side
It shouldn't have to be like that
I guess it ain't where you from it's where you at

Even the
Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling
I'm from the, ghetto
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Word up, peace
Nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling
Ghetto, nobody smiling

Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Nobody smiling
Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling
Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling
Ghetto, where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell

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