Game - Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Title: Game
Album: Kuruption!
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Ricardo Brown, Anthony Moody

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Lyric:
Game, street lessons, game, game
Chapter one, alright go, yeah yeah, yo yo yo
Ha ha, one two, this is what is up, nigga
(Freeze)

Only the survivors survive in the world of survival
Where your rivals always wanna make it seem
Like they're gonna do things and always concocting schemes and plots
You know exactly what it is
(You know)

You know exactly how it's gonna be, ha ha
(You'll never catch me fool)
What? Five lessons, five chapters, I'ma start

How you gonna make a couple dollars
When you roam in zones filled with cowards?
Ain't no way to make no real cash nigga
Conceal your canning, all you do is flash nigga
(Motherfucker)

I can tell, fool, you'll never get paid
'Cause niggaz like you ain't got no real game
With all them niggaz that you got by your side
You learned by yourself that the only way to ride

I'ma put you up on
(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

I roll with my girl and weeds
All overseas with loot, like I'm flipping keys
I heard niggaz gonna catch me on a slipping tip
Come through with the auto's, cock, flip and shit
(Hell no)

But I knew from the giddy-up, like EST
And got rid off my fo'-fifty and my G.S.3
I got

(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

Once you realize, you'll never live without
(Game)
Get paid without, no moves made without
(Game)

(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

Once you realize, you'll never live without
(Game)
Get paid without, no moves made without
(Game)

It's the force, the call of the holocaust
Go against the source, end up lost
The portrait of a wild puma
Silent penetration like poison, pinpointing

Isolating hearts, poetical poisonous darts
Puncture like needles, I always take care of my peoples
Verbals vital, no rivals, there's no equals, no sequels
With no one to help us

I'll leave you crying for help and helpless and health less, wealth less
Over sellers, envious and jealous
Bitches and sneaks, pants and muscles
I saw a view through the eyes
Fake ass, bitch ass niggaz in disguise

Keep calm, release the neutron napalm bomb on young hawks
Splitting wigs like logs, cloudy visions like fogs
When the pump gets to pumping
Niggaz get to jumping like frogs, smoke like bungs

Get to stepping, stepping with your weapon
Pause, creep crapped and left in the puddle in seconds
Fuck 'em with veterans, with game

(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

Once you realize, you'll never live without
(Game)
Get paid without, no moves made without
(Game)

(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

Once you realize, you'll never live without
(Game)
Get paid without, no moves made without
(Game)

One time, on time
Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all
Give it to me all, 'cause I love to brawl
Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all

One time, yeah, I love to brawl
One time
(Give it up)
One time
(Give it up)
Check it out

It's hard to sustain and maintain through life
With these motherfuckers throwing niggaz three strikes
The homie big Lou got a fo' on deez
That's the word, came up from flipping birds

Words travel like black talents
The homie's loud at silence, real G's move in silence
How you gonna make it to the next stage
If one second you're broke, the next minute paid?

Now you got the police planning
Niggaz on the street scanning, loading up cannons
If it was me, I'd move silently
Prepare warfare, react violently

Lou is too flashy, new clothes
[Unverified] with hoes and got penetrated
He had too many hoes knowing where he resides
Soon as he got home niggaz was waiting in sight, no game
Shh, know what?

(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

Once you realize, you'll never live without
(Game)
Get paid without, no moves made without
(Game)

(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

Once you realize, you'll never live without
(Game)
Get paid without, no moves made without
(Game)

(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

Once you realize, you'll never live without
(Game)
Get paid without, no moves made without
(Game)

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World Game - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: World Game
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): J Denver

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Lyric:
I want to play in the World Game
I want to make it better than it?s ever been before
I want to play in the World Game
I want to make sure everybody knows the score
About using less, doing so much more

Everywhere I?m going, I see trouble
Everywhere I?m looking, I see all kinds of pain
Maybe we can get back on the double
Maybe we can turn around and make it all change

They say it?s you against your neighbor
If it gets right down to it, you against your friend
I swear that this is not the answer
As far as I can see it is the way it all ends

I want to play in the World Game
I want to make it better than it?s ever been before
I want to play in the World Game
I want to make sure everybody knows the score
About using less and doing so much more

Hey man, you know me, I don?t worry
Hey man, you know me, I am never afraid
Only one thing can make me sorry
Something to say and then it never gets said

What kind of man turns on his brother
What kind of man would turn his back on a friend
Who has the right to say it?s over, it?s over
Who has the right to see how far it can bend

I want to play in the World Game
I want to make it better than it?s ever been before
I want to play in the World Game
I want to make sure everybody knows the score
About using less, doing so much more

Yaweh, Yaweh, Yaweh Jah
Yaweh, Yaweh, Yaweh Jah
Yaweh, Yaweh, Yaweh Jah
Yaweh, Yaweh, Yaweh Jah

You and me, you and me
You and me, you and me
I and I, I and I
I and I, I and I

I want to play in the World Game
I want to make it better than it?s ever been before
I want to play in the World Game
I want to make sure everybody knows the score
About using less, doing so much more, do it

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Life Ain'T A Game - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: Life Ain'T A Game
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Martin Gore

Lyric:
Life ain't a game
(No)
If you feelin' me
(Say yeah-yeah)
Flip the bird where
(In the air)
Fuck the world
(We don't care)

Life ain't a game
(No)
If you feelin' me
(Say yeah-yeah)
Flip the bird where
(In the air)
Fuck the world
(We don't care)

It's time to ride out, niggaz stash your cash at the hideout
The Murderous I N C's en route
Y'all hear me feelin' my shit the same
Y'all fear me in every definitive way

I'm really the nigga that you need to get with
'Cuz y'all pop shit nigga, I pop clips nigga
Hot, but not the black four-dot-six nigga
You know the Rule, thug heart nigga

And I don't need no fake friends, broke ties, loose ends
There they go niggaz is at it again
Tryin' to be friend the nigga that they claim they love, but hate so much
And really all we got is us

But fuck it, it's the same way they fucked me
Now I'm fuckin' your broad in the back of a Humvee, go figure
I'll have your niggaz pourin' out liquor
All because you fuckin' with the Rule nigga

Life ain't a game
(No)
If you feelin' me
(Say yeah-yeah)
Flip the bird where
(In the air)
Fuck the world
(We don't care)

Life ain't a game
(No)
If you feelin' me
(Say yeah-yeah)
Flip the bird where
(In the air)
Fuck the world
(We don't care)

Take my life, take my mind
Take my heart, take my soul
Take my cash, take it all
But save me, I'm throwing my life away

Why, would a nigga with so much talent
Want to throw it all away to drugs and violence
I know not the answers but I ask the questions
Do all Muslims really study their lessons?

And how many Christians lie during confessions?
I know I did when I was just a kid
Never told about the guns my uncle hid
Under my bed, and at night I played with them

Kind of grew up to be sort of a loose cannon
Before my sins, I'm asking you to let me in
Lord help me, I been through all the pain
Now I wanna know who loves me

Life ain't a game
(No)
If you feelin' me
(Say yeah-yeah)
Flip the bird where
(In the air)
Fuck the world
(We don't care)

Life ain't a game
(No)
If you feelin' me
(Say yeah-yeah)
Flip the bird where
(In the air)
Fuck the world
(We don't care)

Changes, changes
My mind is going through
Changes, changes
My body's going through
Changes, changes
My life is going through
Changes, changes

Yo, looky here, I just wanna fuck all day, live my life
Get high all day, my life
Maybe one day, I'll live right
Fuck the world, it's my life

Life ain't a game
(No)
If you feelin' me
(Say yeah-yeah)
Flip the bird where
(In the air)
Fuck the world
(We don't care)

Life ain't a game
(No)
If you feelin' me
(Say yeah-yeah)
Flip the bird where
(In the air)
Fuck the world
(We don't care)

Life ain't a game
(No)
If you feelin' me
(Say yeah-yeah)
Flip the bird where
(In the air)
Fuck the world
(We don't care)

Life ain't a game
(No)
If you feelin' me
(Say yeah-yeah)
Flip the bird where
(In the air)
Fuck the world
(We don't care)

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Game Owe Me - Lyrics - Down for Life - D4l

Title: Game Owe Me
Album: Down for Life
Artist: D4l
Composer(s): Brian Fleming, Lefabian Williams, Dennis Butler, Adrian Parks

Lyric:
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me

The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me

About four or five years ago I made a promise to my momma
I would neva sell no mo dope and tha world so cold
Where tha real die young and the hate grow old
But they all die slow, I wonder how it get so close

And its hard to focus when ya got bout four, five hoes
'Bout six, seven pounds of tha dro, Faybo unleashed a roll at tha do'
Tha game old, speakin' of tha game, no smoke
I always keep four four, they don't know tha life I know

From tha dro smoke, new po smoke, maybe no smoke
Whether it's my folks or your folks, never go broke
Betta owe six with tha smoke they owe me
And my mind and my heart and my soul

Check out now Mook-B, y'all know me grabbed tha mike since '93
Hatin' ass niggas wouldn't let me eat but I kept it real
Stayed true to tha streets, stayed down, sucked up tha frown
'Cuz I knew tha game was gonna bounce back around

Still in it till tha mothafuckin' finish, you can best believe
I'm gonna get me a ticket, the game owe me
Speak money, paid dues to be a five star G
Worked hard didn't get shit free

Made a lot of bitch niggaz in tha industry
Suckas weren't hearin' or feelin' me
I ain't rappin' on tha mothafuckin' booty shit beat
Now I got a hit bitch gimmie off E, hey, hey

The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me

The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me

Here we go, hit me now
Most of these boys be like hangin' around, [Incomprehensible]
Plotin' and planin', thievin' my trays for all my maynes
Used to be my gat man, my errand boy, my neophyte
After I C E B O triple X drop and heat all night

We made a pact when I was grindin', you was broke man
I'm sellin' weight and gettin' money in tha fat lane
We can pop that gat, we can pop that steel
We can pull that twelve front gauge

When u had blond hair hoops it is and actin' bitch made
My track got hot, my weight was up, bottom matchin' at clay court
Five deep, I'm getting no sleep and constantly mashin' on tha hoes
It's D4L, mack a therma real feel pimpin'

Red snapper fillet mignon and eatin' barbecue shrimpin'
Limos in tha drive way sittin' from tha night befo'
Meter runnin', it don't matter 'cuz in getting mo' and mo'

The game been good to me, the game still owin' me, hear me now
I shed so much blood, so much sweat, so much tear
Tha game been good

The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me

The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me

Game owe me, I ain't gotta lie
Who says a man ain't supposed to cry?
Lord ain't gon' put no more you can't stand
Get on one knee and raise yo hand

2004 my mama got sick
Start them bells all types of shit
Wanna ride good, wanna look good too
Game owe me, I don't know about you, believe it, believe it

The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me

The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, game owe me
The game owe me, owe me

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Lonely World - Lyrics - Results May Vary - Limp Bizkit

Title: Lonely World
Album: Results May Vary
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, John Otto, Mike Smith, Sam Rivers

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Lyric:
Who's the man?
The man in the middle
Who's the man?
The man in the middle
Who's the man?
The man in the middle
Who's the man?
Who's the man?

When I reminisce ignorance was bliss
Back in the days where the magic exist
Never be the same as it was, 'cuz the way it was
Just another day in the maze of a myth

Had a lot of fun living life on the run
Never had a chance to pause to get a better glance
Everything was free and everything was fast
Never even thought it wouldn't last

When you got the mind of a man in the middle
Life is just a big fat riddle, so figure it out
Always thinking that you know, everything little thing there is to know
But you don't really know, ya know?

It's like love, some people get it
For some it's just a glove that just never fitted
For me it's just a pain in the ass
But I'm addicted to the taste of hoping it could last

Another day, another night inside a lonely world
Another game, another fight inside a lonely world
Another wrong, another right inside a lonely world
Such a lonely world, such a lonely world

Who's the man?
The man in the middle
Who's the man?
The man in the middle
Who's the man?
The man in the middle
Who's the man?
Who's the man?

Maybe I'm a target for people that are bitter
At least I can say that I've never been a quitter
I remember high school, man I hated high school
It was like prison with bullies always putting me down

Just a little skater boy, they could pick on
I learned to forgive 'em, now I got the balls they can lick on
I loved sneakin' out when my mom was asleep
With my Gothic girlfriend makin' love in the creek

With the mind of a man in the middle
It could be the end of the world as we know it
Still I never want it all, and I never want it now
I just want to cruise, if I loose then I'll figure it out

How the time flies, even with the blink of an eye?
When you're young you absorb like a sponge in disguise
Then you get a little older and gather your thoughts
It's amazing what you learn, when you've never been taught, ya know?

Another day, another night inside a lonely world
Another game, another fight inside a lonely world
Another wrong, another right inside a lonely world
Such a lonely world, such a lonely world

No matter how hard I can try inside a lonely world
No one can hear me when I cry inside a lonely world
I'll never know the reasons why inside a lonely world
Such a lonely world, such a lonely world

No matter how hard I can try inside a lonely world
No one can hear me when I cry inside a lonely world
I'll never know the reasons why inside a lonely world
Such a lonely world, such a lonely world

Another day, another night inside a lonely world
Another game, another fight inside a lonely world
Another wrong, another right inside a lonely world
Such a lonely world, such a lonely world

Who's the man?
In such a lonely world
Who's the man?
In such a lonely world
Who's the man?
In such a lonely world
Who's the man?
In such a lonely world

In such a lonely world
In such a lonely world
In such a lonely world
In such a lonely world
In such a lonely world

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Me Against The World - Lyrics - Me Against The World - 2pac

Title: Me Against The World
Album: Me Against The World
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach, Dick Rudolph, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Hal David, Karsten Shack, Leon Ware, Kenneth Karlin, Minnie Riperton

Lyric:
It's just me against the world
It's just me against the world baby
I've got nothing to lose, it's just me against the world
Stuck in the game, me against the world baby

Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is dropping
There ain't no stopping me, constantly moving while making millions
Witnessing killings, leaving dead bodies in abandoned buildings

Carries to children 'cause they're illing
Addicted to killing and the appeal from the cap peeling
Without feeling but will they last or be blasted?
Hard headed bastard, maybe he'll listen in his casket, the aftermath

More bodies being buried, I'm losing my homies in a hurry
They're relocating to the cemetery
Got me worried, stressing, my vision's blurried
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me

I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feeling this anger
Don't wanna make excuses 'cause this is how it is
What's the use unless we're shooting no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world baby

Me against the world, it's just me against the world
It's just me against the world, me against the world
'Cause it's just me against the world baby
Me against the world, I've got nothing to lose
It's just me against the world baby, I've got nothing to lose

Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself
See ladies in stores, Baby Capone's, living wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreaming
Seeing Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazy

And screaming I guess them nightmares as a child
Had me scared but left me prepared for a while
Is there another route? For a crooked Outlaw
Veteran, a villain, a young thug, who one day shall fall

Everyday there's mo' death and plus I'm dough-less
I'm seeing mo' reasons for me to proceed with thieving
Scheme on the scheming and leave they peeps grieving
'Cause ain't no bucks to stack up, my nuts is backed up

I'm 'bout to act up, go load the Mac up, now watch me klacka
Tried making fat cuts but yo it ain't working
And Evil's lurking, I can see him smirking when I gets to perving
So what? Go put some work in and make my mail, making sales
Risking 25 with a 'L' but, oh well

Me against the world with nothing to lose
It's just me against the world, it's just me against the world baby
Me against the world, I've got nothing to lose
It's just me against the world, it's just me against the world baby
With nothing to lose, it's just me against the world baby
Me against the world, me against the world
I've got nothing to lose, it's just me against the world baby

With all this extra stressing
The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
When will I finally get to rest? Through this suppression
They punish the people that's asking questions

And those that possess, steal from the ones without possessions
The message I stress to make it stop study your lessons
Don't settle for less even the genius asks questions
Be grateful for blessings, don't ever change, keep your essence

The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded and things don't go the way you planned it
Dreaming of riches, in a position of making a difference

Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen
If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change
It wasn't nothing like the game
It's just me against the world

Me against the world, nothing to lose
It's just me against the world baby, me against the world
Got me stuck in the game, it's just me against the world
I'd be ashamed to lose, it's just me against the world baby
Me against the world

That's right, I know it seem hard sometimes but uhh
Remember one thing, through every dark night
There's a bright day after that
So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out
Keep your head up and handle it

Me against the world
Me against the world
Me against the world

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Stop The World (And Let Me Off) - Lyrics - Dwight Yoakam

Title: Stop The World (And Let Me Off)
Artist: Dwight Yoakam
Composer(s): Carl Belew, W.S. Stevenson

Lyric:
Stop the world and let me off
I'm tired of goin' 'round 'n' 'round
I played the game of love and lost
So stop the world and let me off

My dreams are shattered, don't you see?
Now you no longer care for me
I miss the wonder of your kiss
How could you leave me here like this?

Stop the world and let me off
I'm tired of goin' 'round 'n' 'round
I played the game of love and lost
So stop the world and let me off

Stop the world and let me off
I'm tired of goin' 'round 'n' 'round
I played the game of love and lost
So stop the world and let me off

Stop the world and let me off
I'm tired of goin' 'round 'n' 'round
I played the game of love and lost
So stop the world and let me off

Stop the world and let me off
I'm tired of goin' 'round 'n' 'round
I played the game of love and lost
So stop the world and let me off

Stop the world and let me off
I'm tired of goin' 'round 'n' 'round
I played the game of love and lost
So stop the world and let me off

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40 - End Of The World - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - End Of The World
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Earl Stevens

Lyric:
It's the end of the world
Everybody's lookin' for some satisfaction
I just want me a girl
Every motherfucker with some weed start passin'

It's the end of the game
All my fuckin' homies, chasin' G's, ain't nothin'
It ain't hard to explain

Came in the game with a few dollars, I left the game with a few mill'
That's the way I woulda retired from this rap game fo' real
Get a distribution deal, brush up some of this dirty scrill
Live up on the hill, like E-40 Fonzariggadale end of my history

Showin' some love to all of my thugs, all of my folks incarcerated
Liftin' waterbacks and drinkin' mud, walkin' the yard with they elbow up
Poppy grains crushed up, big A and little A
My cousin Freddy Smith and Mack North, see ya when you touch down

Man I'm doin' alright, I missed your call the other day
But I got yo' kite, you know my cousin
Such and such done, got back on the pipe
They took her down the other night for tryin' to steal a bike
Anyway, we walkin' on, man, I can't wait 'til y'all get home

Man there's so many funny style ass negroes on this earth
The real ones gone, hoe shit, lead to mo' shit
Gats is cheap, man, ain't no mo' money left out here
Man I'm one of the last of the Mohicans

It's the end of the world
Everybody's lookin' for some satisfaction
I just want me a girl
Every motherfucker with some weed start passin'

It's the end of the game
All my fuckin' homies chasin' G's, ain't nothin'
It ain't hard to explain
My gunspray'll pop this off the world, keep stackin

Uhh, I ain't tryin' to be landin' in a [Incomprehensible]
For whatever it's worth, I'ma get off first
Better him than me though, I done got down on fools befo'
Come with the package, 'specially when you're out there pitchin' blow

I wear these glasses to look like a nerd, square off like Urkel
Movin' too fast like turbo, gotta slow it down like turtles
Scrillionaire, millionaire, overcomin' obstacles and hurdles
There's somethin' 'bout my circle

Surrounded by Saggitarius, not too many Virgos
Just Scorpios and Aries, like
Like right now, I'm in the local booth, whassup slugger?
Hey, Pimp Juice, ya alright? Oh fo' sho', Fa shiggadale

You got some tweak? Nope, I smoked it to the fingernails
The fingernails? Yeah, 'cuz o, the fingernails
Man, I'm so high right now that I can barely even spell
Barely spell? On the real pimpin', I can't tell
Pimpin', you lyin I, yeah, mayn I'm drunk as hell

It's the end of the world
Everybody's lookin' for some satisfaction
I just want me a girl
Every motherfucker with some weed start passin'

It's the end of the game
All my fuckin' homies chasin' G's, ain't nothin'
It ain't hard to explain
My gunspray'll pop this off the world, keep stackin

It's about a quarter after nine, I know, I opened up
A verse with that line before, but I'ma say it one mo' time
I think I drunk too much wine
Anybody got a Motrin? I feel like my head's explodin'

Wakin' up in the mornin', squeezin' and fartin' and yawnin'
Smokin' a joint to the dome and
Talkin' on my burnt out phone and to my breakin' broad that ain't knowin'
To my mistress broad be hoein', my mistress broad, that's hoein'

In lieu of my pregnant broad that's showin', glarin' and glowin'
Ready to drop the load explode, sittin' on the porch, lightin' a torch
Puffin' on a clove, in and out of church, back and forth
Hustlin' gangster mode, run back in on that turf, sellin' that Nerf

That soft, white, rocky road, dolla danglin' for danglin' gangland
Manglin', set you up and bangin', claimin'
The park in the game that rainin', off there drinkin' and thinkin'
Chokin' and sparkin' and flamin', barely maintainin'
Hopin' and wishin' and dreamin', the Lord'll let me into his kingdom

It's the end of the world
Everybody's lookin' for some satisfaction
I just want me a girl
Every motherfucker with some weed start passin'

It's the end of the game
All my fuckin' homies chasin' G's, ain't nothin'
It ain't hard to explain
My gunspray'll pop this off the world, keep stackin

It's the end of the world
Everybody's lookin' for some satisfaction
I just want me a girl
Every motherfucker with some weed start passin'

It's the end of the game
All my fuckin' homies chasin' G's, ain't nothin'
It ain't hard to explain
My gunspray'll pop this off the world, keep stackin

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World So Cold - Lyrics - The End Of All Things To Come - Mudvayne

Title: World So Cold
Album: The End Of All Things To Come
Artist: Mudvayne
Composer(s): Chad L. Gray, Ryan Martinie, Matthew Mcdonough, Greg Tribbett

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Lyric:
When passion's lost and all the trust is gone
Way too far for way too long
Children crying, cast out and neglected
Only in a world so cold, only in a world this cold

Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes
Then watch them drift away
Some might say, ?We've done the wrong things?
For way too long, for way too long

Fever inside the storm, so I'm turning away
Away from the game, away from the storm
It's like through mending the worlds of us
Keep your thorn 'cuz I'm running away
Away from the games, away from the space
The circumstances of a world so cold

Burning whispers remind me of the days
I was left alone in a world this cold
Guilty of the same things reveled by the cause
I've left alone in a world so cold

Fever inside the storm, so I'm turning away
Away from the game, away from the storm
It's like through mending the worlds of us
Keep your thorn 'cuz I'm running away
Away from the games, away from the space
The circumstances of a world so cold

I'm flying, I'm flying away
Away from the games, away from the flames
The circumstances of a world so cold

Why does everyone feel like my enemy?
Don't want any part of depressional darkness
I've had enough, sick and tired
Bring the sun or I'm gone, or I'm gone

I'm packing out, I'm no more no motherfuckin' shit
Never lied, never loved, never lived, never lost
Never hurt, never worried about being afraid of anyone else
Not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about anything

I'm packing out, I'm no more no motherfuckin' shit
Never lied, never loved, never lived, never lost
Never hurt, never worried about being afraid of anyone else
Not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about anything

I need to find a darkened corner, a blackless corner
Where it's safer and calmer, I'm drowning away
Away from the game away from flame
'Cause I feel mending the worlds of us, I'm running away
Away from the game away from this space
Of circumstances of a world so cold, I'm flying, I'm flying away
Away from the game, away from the game
Of circumstances of a world so cold

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The Game Lord - Lyrics - Laugh Now, Cry Later - Ice Cube

Title: The Game Lord
Album: Laugh Now, Cry Later
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson, De Jon Lamont Underdue, Teak Alger Underdue

Lyric:
I love chrome and paint
Lookin' for some motherfuckin' corners to bank
West coast what the fuck you thank?
Everybody here off weed and drank
(Everybody)

Before you check my rims
When you leave the parking lot, check ya limbs
You better check ya friends
And see if ya baby momma left with them

Blacks and Mexicans
Stop all that bullshit in the pen
Understand that is us verse them
They can give a fuck if we sink or swim

They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
I got to show my ass
To thank these motherfuckers for my past

In South Central, Los Angeles
Grand mama smoke cannabis
Granddaughter wanna dance and shit
Her own momma can't stand the bitch

If you fuckin' up, pray to the game lord
Wanna bust a nut? Pray to the game lord
Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord
You can throw it up, pray to the game lord

If you fuckin' up, pray to the game lord
Wanna bust a nut? Pray to the game lord
Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord
You can throw it up, pray to the game lord

I love where I'm from
Hungry ass niggaz better get you some
Smart ass niggaz play dumb
Y'all can't fuck with the city I run

If I snap my fingers
Better curl up just like a fetus
I hope you know Jesus
'Cause if you don't, boy you will see us

Where? Up in your house
Two double barrels up in your mouth
You got some splainin' to do
And don't get the line 'cause we aiming at you
(Ooh)

It's a doggy dog world baby
You a nut and I'ma squirrel baby
Can I get ya in my world baby?
Can ya grease my Jeri curl baby?

Did you flip yo' wig
To let Michael Jackson baby sit yo' kids?
That nigga old as hell
They need to throw the motherfuckin' momma in jail

Let 'em know

If you fuckin' up, pray to the game lord
Wanna bust a nut? Pray to the game lord
Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord
You can throw it up, pray to the game lord

If you fuckin' up, pray to the game lord
Wanna bust a nut? Pray to the game lord
Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord
You can throw it up, pray to the game lord

Fuck wit' this if you want to
The game lord will punish you
Punish us if we ain't true
To the game like we 'pose to

Fuck wit' this if you want to
The game lord will punish you
Punish us if we ain't true
To the game like we 'pose to

I'm the game lord, y'all come now
Casanova niggaz, got the sun down
Run down every hoe that wanna go shoppin'
Get they kids, take 'em to the mall, buy 'em somethin'

Are you a gentleman?
Big bear wit' a nigga named Gentle Ben
Ladies, he'll be yo' friend
Wait for the cable guy even let him in

Not me, I won't flex or bend
Just 'cause a hoe promise me some trim
You better get wit' the rest of them
'Cause can't none of y'all even fuck wit' Kim

Some niggaz was born wit' hoe in 'em
I was put on this Earth to spit ism
And I shall return like it's written
And slay all the suckers who be sippin'

If you fuckin' up, pray to the game lord
Wanna bust a nut? Pray to the game lord
Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord
You can throw it up, pray to the game lord

If you fuckin' up, pray to the game lord
Wanna bust a nut? Pray to the game lord
Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord
You can throw it up, pray to the game lord

Pray to the game lord
Pray to the game lord

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Heavy In The Game - Lyrics - Me Against The World - 2pac

Title: Heavy In The Game
Album: Me Against The World
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Sam Bostic, Mike Mosely, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Game's been good to me
I don't care what it did to them
The game's been good to me

Oh, you think life is yours?
Life ain't na somethin' you can rap with
Ooh, come na ordinary game
Da game na somethin' you can rap with
Me's a player you know? I do not, play in no game
Me just, make money, dollars, every time seen?

Now how can I explain how this game laced, plus with this fame
I got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed
Got to the point where I was driven, twenty-four, seven
Money's my mission, just a nigga tryin' to make a livin'
These busta tricks don't want no mail
They spendin' they riches on skanless bitches
Who'll stay petrified in jail
It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket
Jealous-ass bitches, playa-hatin' but we still kick it

Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police
Seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin' no sleep
But still I get my money on major continuously
Communicatin' through my pager, niggaz know me
Don't have no homies 'cuz they jealous, I hustle solo
'Cuz when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas, listen
Ain't nothin' poppin' 'bout no work nigga, I ain't no joke
Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga
Heavy in the game, game's been good to me

Who da bumba, claat him a come try take mine?
Ooh, me see you rushin' up, game's been good to me
I throw I'm blood claat p.m. to a.m.
All, all da bumba come ya take dis thing
For ya take dis thing for joke? I don't care what it did to them
The game's been good to me
Oh, dat's right

Well, lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of shit
Certain niggaz wanna stick to the game, yous a trick to the game
Waitin' upon your turn, so when will you learn?
Ain't no turns given, niggaz be twistin' and takin' shit
Puttin' they sack down, then puttin' they mack down
Me myself I hustle with finesse, yes, I'm an Oakland baller
Rule number one, check game and fo' sho' you gon' respect game
Be yo' own nigga meanin' buy yo' own dope

'Cuz that front shit is punk shit, somethin' I never funked with
Be true to this game and this game will be true to you
That's real shit, disrespect, see what this here do to you
That jackin' and robbin', despisin' your homie
Ain't healthy, niggaz be endin' up dead 'fore they get wealthy
But not me though, I'm sewin' somethin' major
So what I reap is boss, that's why my public status is floss
Went from a, young nigga livin' residential
To a, young nigga workin' presidential, game's been good to me

Me nigga Tupac always look good
You know that's true I'm look good every time
Ooh, pussy war? Step up, game's been good to me
Can yi know I'm servin' up blood claat
Playin' yi fuckin' games

Ooh, we take game, we won
I don't care what it did to them
The game's been good to me
Any by now, all, yi haffa forget fi we won every time

I'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth
Had to turn to crack sales, if worse come to worse
Headed for them packed, jails, or maybe it's a hearse
My only way to stack mail, is out here doin' dirt
Made my decisions do or die, been hustlin' since junior high
No time for askin' why, gettin' high, gettin' mine
Put away my nine 'cuz these times call for four-five sales
'Cuz life is hell and everybody dies

What about these niggaz I despise, them loud talkin' cowards
Shootin' guns into crowds, jeapordizin' lives
Shoot 'em right between them niggaz eyes, it's time to realize
Follow the rules or follow them fools that die
Everybody's tryin' to make the news, niggaz confused
Quit tryin' to be an O.G. and pay your dues
If you choose to apply yourself, go with the grain
And come the riches and the bitches and the fame
Heavy in the game, game's been good to me

Boy, ya nah bitch
Major that's true we look good every time
When we at Beers Diamond
And Tupac drives vintage car, game's been good to me
And fi dem frame dem look good, oh no?
This whole world ya call on

Gonna mass on a face, I don't care what it did to them
The game's been good to me
For any, section of bumba ras claat, oh
Flush it, oh, nobody wan come test me y'know
True dem we a drive pretty car
Wanna no part of any thing
And now you wan come drown a gun

But ya see we know, you haffa show I'm maximum respect
For when a blood claat run or when a pussy walk up
We look good every time, nuff dollars, dollars
Y'know about dollars dem right?
But we nah talk no shit
We haffa walk de walk for we a talk, see it?
'Cuz action, action speak louder dan words
You know da record, don't blood claat ting at all

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Grew Up A Screw Up - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: Grew Up A Screw Up
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Christopher Bria Bridges, Jay Jenkins, Luis Resto, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Marshall Mathers, Harvey Osten, Leonardo Mollings, D Harvery, Johnny Mollings, Edgar Winter

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Lyric:
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
(Dedicated to all my hustlers)
To the game, then f*** blew up
(That's a product of they environment)

I grew up a f*** screw up
(Whether gettin' money legally or illegally)
Got introduced to the game
(We gotta do what we gotta do to survive, man)
To the game then f*** blew up

I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up

(Grew up a screw up, baby)
I grew up a f*** screw up
(Got introduced to the game)
Got introduced to the game
(I ain't took a breath yet, let's go)
To the game, then f*** blew up

Ever since I was an embryo, waitin' to shape up and ship out
Somethin' in my brain said, "Wake up and kick out"
Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out
'Cause when I came, I was draped up and dripped out

Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out
Peace out, A-Town gone and then I dipped out
And oh, my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out
I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out

Somebody get him, the little *** outta control
Put a little bit of rum in my bottle
I'll dream about diamonds and gold, gold, gold
To grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent
The essence of adolescence got my body feelin' fresh'n
Fresh'n, fresh'n

And it was a blessin' to rhyme and start reppin'
I was the best in my section with flows hard than ***
Still the best but now I'm grown with more range than a tec's
And I'm a heavyweight, you *** is lighter than my complexion

I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up

I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up

Homey fronted me a sip, s***, I made it a bird
That's seventeen and a half, all I need is the word
Say the, ice is cool but them pots is hot
You let it cook slow but that money come fast

I got what you need, I hope you brought all the cash
You know the kid pimpin' all over the world
A hundred carats got me all over your girl
Five freaks and my Gucci duffel bag

A corporate thug, I run with a Playaz Circle
I got a Field Mob that'll Disturb your Peace
Blowin' Sean Jay, all we do is smoke
Finish countin' my bread and I was gettin' some ***, wassup?

I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up

A *** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up

When I came into the game, they ain't do nuttin' but doubt me
Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nuttin' without me
Pickin' up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown
Only reason you on that song is 'cause I turned that down

I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to Bentleys
And five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpy's
From alright to handsome, from one room to mansions
From hangin' on the block to throwin' parties in the Hampton's

From broke as a joke to rich as a ***
I bought a plane and a boat and six other whips
No Marta, from dice on the curb to stackin' up chips
But harder from birds on my nerves to chicks on my ***

Guard your women, dawg, I went from ashy to classy
Went from a kiss on the cheek to doin' the nasty
Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars
It's not the hand that you're dealt
But how you're playin' your cards, boy

I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up

A *** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up
I grew up a f*** screw up
Got introduced to the game
To the game, then f*** blew up

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Name Of The Game - Lyrics - Marc Anthony

Title: Name Of The Game
Artist: Marc Anthony
Composer(s): Charlie Midnight, Dan Hartman

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Lyric:
The name of the game
It?s not about money, not about fame
You are what you are
That?s the name of the game

Hook your feelings up to a power station
Let your feelings broadcast across the nation, hey

Stand up!

Maybe a fool takes a fortune by chance
Maybe the world has lost its romance
But you?ve got to try to keep on dancing
The dance of the heart

The name of the game
It?s not about money, not about fame
You are what you are
That?s the name of the game

It?s the name of the game
In love and emotion, the beat is the same
You are what you are
That?s the name of the game

I don?t need to be the king of the jungle
Or the queen of the heart
'Cause people try and take you and make you over
Into something you?re not

Stand up!

Tell your teacher, tell your summer affair
The power is yours, the magic is there
It?s at your command
So don?t let it slip through your hands

The name of the game
It?s not about money, not about fame
You are what you are
That?s the name of the game

Headlines, party lines
The only sense it makes is that it takes all kinds
Old friends, no friends
The dance of the heart can never end
The dance of the heart never ends, it never ends

It?s not about the money
It's not about the fame
Material to the spiritual world

Stand up!

Maybe a fool makes a fortune by chance
Maybe the world has lost its romance
But you?ve got to try to keep on dancing the dance of the heart
Keep on dancing the dance of the heart

Name of the game
Not about money, not about fame
Hey you are what you are
That?s the name of the game

It?s the name of the game
In love and emotion yet the beat is the same
You are what you are
That?s the name of the game
It?s the name, name of the game

That?s the name of the game
That?s the name of the game
That?s the name of the game
...

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Man'S World - Lyrics - The Reason - Beanie Sigel

Title: Man'S World
Album: The Reason
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): James Brown, Dwight Grant, Betty Newsome, Dion Wilson

Lyric:
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
Man's world prick, yeah
This is a man's world

Man's world, all y'all little kids out there
Runnin' around with y'all little gats, man
This is a man's world
Man's world, go to summer school, nigga, get your G.E.D.

Yeah, this a man's world, pricks, no broads allowed
All my niggaz with that raw allowed
All my niggaz with they fours allowed
Who won't hesitate to bang a nigga, right in between they brows

Let's roll, fuck them bitch ass niggaz, wearin thongs an' skirts
Tryin' to catch 'em while they goin' to work
Hit them niggaz on they job at they lunch break, make the pump quick
Leave 'em ump-slayed when the fuckin' pump spray

I roll with a sick all out squad, ten deep, let's roll out squad
Bring heat when it's cold outside
Mack stick to script an' stick to street
Stick in clip an' flip your Jeep
Got extended shit an' different heat

Mack M 1 double now
I'm knockin' feathers out your bubble down
Stop the blood clot cryin'
Blood clots from the iron, you're dyin', no lyin'

This a man world, nigga, sit down, you girl niggaz
This is a man's world
Man, this a man world, nigga, sit down, you girl niggaz
This is a man's world
This a man world, nigga, man, man, man
This is a man's world
This a man world, nigga, fuck what people think

This a man's world, bitch, all you whores bow down
It's B Sig, I pimp like ta dow, peep game
I sling Meth in Vials, hit your kitchen, cook your pies up
Bring the coke back in piles, I'm that bored

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot, bitch, get a foot up your ass
If you don't get your foot on that ave an' start lookin' for cash
Just get mine right, your money like, don't make me come out there
I smacked you whore an' get you done right there

Leave this imprint 'cross your forehead, from the moray
Bitch, know my forte, I'm not for play
Hit your block, let the glock four play
Finger fuckin' a trigger is not foreplay
One more time, I'm not for play

It's a man's world, how it's supposed to go
Only the soldiers roll, you young like [Incomprehensible]
I move like Sonny, but never backwards
Weave in an' out of traffic, holdin' that package

Weight don't get moved, it get pressed off the bench
Move through an alley an' a hole in the fence
I see when you move you tense
It's a man's world nigga, sit down, you girl niggaz

It's a man's world, kiko, they shoulda told you from the get-go
That you fuckin' with them South Philly sickos
Think it's all raps 'til them gats start to hit you
Black town cripple, Operation Lockdown the town with them nickels
Dopeman, dopeman

But peep it, I ain't goin' to court
I bang people that be goin' to court
And know people I ain't goin for shorts
Bring straight money, cake money that tan coat, razor blade
Straw plate money that grab coke, never weigh to pay for it money
Grab toast, laser hater, break for it money

Shit, you think you fast? Run, nigga, dumb nigga
Don't get your skin grafted up, chin tacked up
Fuck around an' get your men racked up
Whatchu think all the gats is for? You can't last a war
It's a man's world, nigga, sit down, you girl niggaz

This a man world, nigga, sit down, you girl niggaz
This is a man's world
Man, this a man world, nigga, sit down, you girl niggaz
This is a man's world
This a man world, nigga, man, man, man
This is a man's world
This a man world, nigga, fuck what people think

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Fuck Tha World - Lyrics - Celly Cel

Title: Fuck Tha World
Artist: Celly Cel
Composer(s): Marceles Mccarver, Silkk The Shocker R Thomas

Lyric:
Fuck tha world, yeah
Yeah, you got to sick wid' it hoes
Sick wid' it
The no limit soldiers

North, south to tha west Celly Cel
Celly Cel, Sikk the Shocker
Uh, huh, in this motherfucker
I'm in this, bitch, mob shit, nigga

Mob shit, respect
A'ight, check it, fuck tha world
Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Celly Cel, tell these busters by they self

They got no time to be trippin' on niggas
That's tryin' to keep me down
I put that bump in your trunk
And lace the nation's underground

Let them know about the ghetto mentality
Niggas get smoked for nothing at all
They want you up out of the game
When they see you get on your feet and ball

Faulty niggas never run me off my cellar lot
I always kick it, I ain't never had it
I wanna see every black man in the world with a meal ticket
Eatin' steak and lobster, crackin' crab, sippin' Don P till, they hurl
But in the meantime speakin' for all my niggas, fuck tha world

Man, I just touched down, me and Celly conversate on some plan
Until we got lip on the bud, 'fore this shit get up outta hand
Fuck niggas hatin', fuck a nigga lovin', I deal with it
See, I'm a No Limit Soldier, when it tops, I get sick wid' it

Niggas better stop like a sign or get drop like a dime
Fuck the four one on the trunk, I already got mine
See fuck you, fuck the click, fuck the girl that you with
Nigga, man, like fuck the whole world, I'm tryin' to get rich, bitch

Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich

Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich

Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich

Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich

What's up with it man?
You got a problem with the way I'm doin' my thang?
I lets my nuts hang then put these niggas the flash to go insane
Oh, that be me, let's kick it; just don't pull your tech late

We ride up on you and catch you slippin', checkmate
Lie down and best watch out everything, nowadays you can't trust
Now one of these niggas, they coulda been paid to put a head out on us
You understandin' me like I say
"Keep it in the family man, you can't miss"
Eliminate them haters and yo' mix, fuck tha world and feel bitch

Be about your money, nigga, all about your scratch
Everyday I gotta plot and make it
Till I'm on top to make my dollars and stats
On the real, we big time fuckin' ballers
Niggas, shot callers, lay in 'em drop tops, gold thangs and M-40's

Well, you gotta have big paper, nigga, just to fuckin' kick it
Ain't no bitches in the streets, nigga, this motherfucker get wicked
See, a multi-pep nigga, but I be true to this shit
First of all, about my money, fuck a bitch, I'm tryin' to get rich! Ugh

Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich

Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich

Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich

Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich

Crept from the bottom, man, I struggled all my motherfucking life
Use to have a razor blade, sliced through solid A1, wide knots
The only way to get some scrilla
If you knockin,' then fuck what you talkin'

Broke ass nigga everybody in the hood own thangs and you walkin'
You the same type of niggas that hate on everything that a playa do
Always talkin' about, "I woulda done this, I woulda done that" fuck you

Wark ass nigga, don't wanna see they don't get nothing
Don't wanna give me no props
Smile on your face when you post-up, stab you in the back
When you need a bluff

Well, fuck 'em! 'Cuz, see, we be all about our payday
From South to the West, bitch, we connect, bitch
We wreck this like an AK
Or get bang like some hoes or get hang like some clothes
When I be get done I'ma slap you like some motherfucking doe

But if only you blow, nigga, red like some rose
I yell your whole click outpick you bitch
You like some motherfucking F O
I'm all about my paper, nigga, I'm rowdy, bitch
I'm 'bout getting paid, so I say I'm 'bout gettin' rich

Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich

Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich

Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich

Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich

No limit, Sick Wid' It
Celly Cel, Silkk the Shocker
Ugh, 'bout it, 'bout it
South to the West

No Limit Soldiers and Sick Wid' It
Nigga, Celly Cel
Check this
Fuck 'em

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Staring Through My Rearview - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Staring Through My Rearview
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Phillip David C Collins, Yafeu A Fula, Malcolm Greenidge, Tyrone J Wrice

Lyric:
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Just looking back at the world
From another level you know what I mean?
Starin'

Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Niggaz is callin' cops, people shot, nobody stop
I wonder when the world stopped carin' last night
Two kids shot while the whole block staring

I will never understand this society
First they try to murder me, then they lie to me
Product of a dying breed, all my homies trying weed
Now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennessey

Tell me will my enemies flee when they see me
Believe me even thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen
Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
And we turnin' Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again

I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga rollin' with a posse
Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I'm seein' nuttin' but my dreams comin' true
While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview, see
I'm seein' nuttin' but my dreams comin' true
While I'm starin' at the world through my rearview

They got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on baby, scream to God, He can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast 'cause it's time to die
We gettin' high, watchin' time fly and all my motherfuckers

They got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on baby, scream to God, He can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast 'cause it's time to die
We gettin' high, watchin' time fly and all my motherfuckers

Now you see him, now you don't
Some niggaz be here for the moment
And then they gone, what happened to em?
Well, let's see, it seems to be a mystery
But all I know I never let the money get to me

Stay down like the truest thug life
Until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this
Who is gonna catch me when I fall or even care to
While you thinkin' I see you lost up in my rearview

Half you is down with them Outlawz
Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws
But still we keep mashin' 'til our dreams come through
Starin' at the world through my rearview

Now I was raised as a young black male
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
Caught a nigga so they send me to these over packed jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black Hell, do you feel me?

Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection
Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin'
Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons

Heavenly Father, I'm a soldier, I'm gettin' hotter
Cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya
Talk to my guns like they fly bitches
All you bustas best to run look at my bitches

Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true?
Still starin' at the world through my rearview, I say
Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true?
Still starin' at the world through my rearview

They got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on baby, scream to God, He can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly

And all my motherfuckers
Got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on baby, scream to God, He can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly, nigga can die

Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for glocks 'cause fiends hittin' up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin' rules to these streets, somethin' I learned
In school, on some Million Man March shit for the peace

True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run
By young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep

Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty or chosin' my dough
So while you reminiscin' all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin' through your rearview

You ain't knowin' what we mean by starin' through the rearview
So since you ain't knowin' what we mean
Let me break down understandin' the world, the world is behind us
Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game
And what the levels and the rules of the game is
Then the world ain't no trick no more

The world is a game to be played
So now we lookin' at the world from like behind us
Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it
And do it, it's all about the papers, money rule the world
Bitches make the world go 'round
Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz, do what they can't

Starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, He can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly

Ya know, starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, He can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly

And we be starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, He can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly

Starin' at the world through my rearview
Scream to God, He can't hear you
Heart beatin' fast, time to die
Watchin' time fly

Starin' at the world through my rearview
Scream to God, He can't hear you
Heart beatin' fast, time to die
Watchin' time fly

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