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| 2. |
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| 3. |
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(feat. Xzibit)
West, South Central [Verse 1: Ras Kass] If money ain't foldin' homie I'm not rollin' Talk a gang of shit, spit out my colon Rip Dog and Non-Affiliated made us, we dirt Make you wanna go to the swap meet and buy a white t-shirt What's a G worth The turf we lurk was worth a G before my birth I walk these streets throwin' dirt wads 99th and Watts, playin' in the feed lots We not afraid to bang, go to keys knot And knees off, summertime swim in that real rugged piece off Then see y'all, let a nigga know What info gat, Beretta nigga know Talkin' bout a po-po, undercover in the low-low Tryin' to extort you for yo dough That's a no, no Take 3 outta 4 like the Late Show [Chorus] Bounce, rock, Golden State From the place where the one time is known to hate What's right, what's wrong, erase the line Make up ya mind and choose ya side Bounce, rock, Golden State From the place where the one time is known to hate What's right, what's wrong, cross the line Off everything I love, I'ma handle mine [Verse 2: Saafir] I'm sick of these punk ass po-po's Bendin' my corners in slow-mo, lookin' for my cuzo In the west-bound to DP To Bernie Park down to Dog Town, West Coast to roll, it's hot now With choppers that spit them hollow point tips To get off that shit, between they come and they lips I keeps it cause I heard the streets runnin' this shit My nigga Rafe doin' eleven in the Fed, to the head Off the Motorola kite, late night life (What chu' dealin' with) I'm gettin' rich so we can get bricks that you can end with And if you from the pen then pesos and yen Even then them boys behind me The government poised but I got L's, gats, insurance And I'm ridin' with a decoy slumpin' The coast is clear, yo the roast is here [Chorus] [Golden State Warriors] Talk the street life, walk the street life Love the street life, live the street life By the street life, supply the street life Ride and stay tight, what's that life like Talk the street life, walk the street life Love the street life, live the street life By the street life, supply the street life Ride and stay tight, what's that life like [Verse 3: Xzibit] I could care less who was suckin' on the president's dick While me people formin' habits they can't kick Makin' me sick to my stomach And you can try to look away But everyday I'm reminded that we came from it We got our name from it I set the tone, loose chrome, flesh and bone And protect my own I ain't unique there's five million of us runnin' the streets And the rest is on lockdown for tryin' to hold the block down I gotta a right to be hostile Used to drink a little Henny and cool it Now I abuse it My only justice is when I lock, load, aim, and use it Smooth the trigga, fill the whole room with chamber music I know niggas that had it all and blew it Had like a big-body Mercedes so get into it Smash the gas pedal, heavy-metal It's the never-ending saga of God versus the Devil [Chorus x2] |
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| 4:59 |
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| 5. |
| 4:15 |
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Uh uh uh
I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty, that's all.. You better watch who you talkin bout; runnin your mouth, like you know me You gon' fuck around and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me" Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your last name was Hanes Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your pants No resident of France; but you swear I'm from Paris Hundred-six karats - told 'em, "Naw that's per wrist" Trying to compurr this - my chain to yo' chain I'm like Sprint or Motorola - no service, out of your range You out of your brains, thinkin I'ma shout out your name You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch your fame All that pressure you applyin it's time to ease off Before I hit you from the blindside takin your sleeves off As much as we's floss, still hard to please boss Don't be lyin bitchin and cryin - suck it up as a loss Cause your, acts is wack, your whole label is wack And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that (Chorus) I.. am.. number one - no matter if you like it Here take it sit down and write it I.. am.. number one Hey hey hey hey hey hey - now let me ask you man What does it take to be number one? Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (hey) What does it take to be number one? Hey hey hey hey.. *unknown girl* Do you like it when I shake it for ya, daddy? Move it all around? Let you get a peep before it touches the ground? Hell yeah ma I love a girl that's willin to learn Willin to get in the driver's seat and willin to turn And not concerned about that he say, she say, did he say what I think he said? Squash that, he probably got that off eBay Or some, Internet access some, website chat line Mad cause I got mine, don't wind up on the flat line Ohh if my uncle could see me know If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now Straight emulatin my style right to the "down down" Can't leave out the store now better wait 'til they calm down I got hella shorties, comin askin, "Yo where the party?" Ohh lordy - will I continue to act naughty? Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo' sho' I'm not a man of many words but there's one thing I know - pimp (Chorus) I.. am.. number one - no matter if you like it Here take it sit down and write it Hey I.. am.. number one Hey hey hey hey hey hey - now tell me now girlie What does it take to be number one? Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers Tell me - what does it take to be number one? Hey hey hey hey.. Check it, uhh, check, yo Aiyyo I'm tired of people judgin what's real Hip-Hop Half the time you be them niggaz who fuckin album flop YOU KNOW! Boat done sank and it ain't left the dock C'MON! Mad cause I'm hot; HE JUST - mad cause he not You ain't gotta gimme my props, just gimme the yachts Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans comin in flocks 'Til you top the Superbowl, keep your mouth on lock Shhhhh.. {*crickets*} I'm awake, ha ha ha! I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in real life Taking nothin for granted blessin e'rything on my life Trying to see a new light at the top of the roof Baby name not Sigel but I speak +The Truth+ I heat the booth - Nelly actin so uncouth Top down shirt off in the coupe, spreadin the loot With my family and friends, and my closest of kin And I'll do it again if it means I'ma win (Chorus) Dirty I.. am.. number one - no matter if you like it Here take it sit down and write it Hey I.. am.. number one Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey Dirty what does it take to be number one? Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers EY! - what does it take to be number one? Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey Heyyyy I.. am.. number one I.. am.. number one What does it take to be number one? Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers What does it take to be number one? Hey hey hey hey hey hey I.. am.. number one Uhh uhh uh, uh uh uhh-uh uh Listen I I, I I I-I number one.. Yeah, yeah, yeah I I, I I, number one.. The two is not a winner and three nobody remembers .. number one Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers |
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| 4:10 |
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| 7. |
| 2:50 |
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| 8. |
| 4:21 |
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| 9. |
| 3:57 |
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Hahaha, yeah
Super, this is super, yeah [Verse 1] A "100 Miles and Runnin" on the block cause I'm wanted The cops try to say I'm under arrest for nuttin Since I'm young and paid, drivin a big truck One of the main reasons they don't give a fuck When you got a warrant that's not good Dirty cops throw your hands on the hot hood Gettin frisked by the you know who Crooked ass detectives don't even have a clue When it's time to run, I jump gates, throw milk crates Do whatever so I don't get shipped upstate First flat, already tryna bust caps Talkin about they tryin to get somebody's purse back They wanna see me under the precinct Gettin disrepected, treated undecent That's why I bounce when they pass by Fuck that, I ain't goin out like the last guy [Chorus] It's a dirty game out there Crooked cops takin shots Snitches sayin names out there This ain't your block, I got dibs on that Run in cribs with kids and blow wigs back Police is grimy, lookin like "try me" Ready to lock me up, ridin by me I just put my game face on Five of us deep, all singin the same song [Verse 2] Yeah, put your hands up, y'all know what time it is We all going, whether the shit's mine or his Tryna catch a nigga six in the morning In my boxers, catch a nigga while he yawning (feet don't fail me now) I can't get locked up, there's no stash for the bail now So a nigga gotta change the routine, take a little trip OT Catch a new scene, playin big man games Get knocked said no names And I don't even sell dope or cocaine In the streets, my block's full of track stars Everybody tryna look like some rap star For every dirty cop there's another block Full of hard rocks 'bout to get got DT's when they pass us, they harass us I gotta rock a vest, cause they even blast us [Chorus] [Verse 3] They never seen me comin Jumpin over they car, like that badge don't mean nothin My third strike, see me on a dirt bike All they know is that he's black and his shirt's white I have no regards for authority All I know is that I'm gettin money and have more to feed When they start with that "come out with your hands up" Talkin 'bout "put his ass in handcuffs" I'm a hit the back streets, throw the heat in my man's jeep While it movin and stack heat I can't sleep cause I'm p-noid Always lookin out for unmarked cars and decoys It's a jungle so I got a good lawyer And all y'all DA's I got somethin for ya I'm still gettin blunted when the cops is comin Shots got me a "100 Miles and Runnin" [Chorus x2] [police sirens appear behind Chorus the second time] |
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| 10. |
| 5:22 |
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| 11. |
| 3:24 |
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(feat. Kokane)
[*Kokane laughing*] [Kokane] People are so, so greedy Tired of fake homies, homies, homies (Why they hatin' on me) I don't know what... (Y'all expect from me) In fact I'm tired of... (So-called fake homies) You reall ain't said nothin' Only come around... Act like I owe ya something [Hook: Kokane] (GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED) Oh, what make yo woman take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED) Destroys successful record companies (GREED) And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell [Sen Dogg] It's a motherfucker man, they all greedy You get cho' head put out for shit that you don't need Some fools baller status just ain't enough There's always some other nigga out there that got it mo' plush You don't gotta be a rich man to be content Some niggas got it all but don't know where the good times went The quality of life can only be enhanced When ya trust other motherfuckers and uh give em' a chance Don't mistake my kindness as a weakness Cause I work out my mental as well as my physical fitness I've seen a lot of fools get caught up in this greed business All it gets you is on everybody's shit list Greed is like a disease, something sort of psychologic Once ya take the gun ho ain't no way to ever stop it [Hook: Kokane] (GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED) Oh, what make yo homie take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED) Destroys successful record companies (GREED) And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell [B-Real] How many faces of greed have you seen That would make a good man fall and a woman plot and scheme Even a homie on ya team is suspect When it comes to money and power an all you expect They try to put their hands in ya pockets with out chu' lookin' But when I find you out ya whole world's shookin' And they're relentless, the quest for the ends is endless You lose yo senses and you get beatin' senseless But there's others you can't do nothin' about Cause they're on a higher level and they hold too much clout But in time, in the end they'll pay When they're standin' before the man on Judgement Day Standin' there but what excuse can you give You reduced to shit because you refuse to give [Hook] (GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED) Oh, what make yo homie take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED) Destroys successful record companies (GREED) And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell [Kokane] (Why they hatin' on me) I don't know what... (Y'all expect from me) In fact I'm tired of... (So-called fake homies) You reall ain't said nothin' Only come around... Act like I owe ya something |
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| 12. |
| 3:38 |
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| 13. |
| 3:29 |
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- Aiiyo son, it seems like, everyday
more and more people begin to get more foul Uhn, now dig.. Association breed assimilation Let me tell you what happened I'm driving the other night, these two faggots pull me over Talkin bout I got a broken taillight They got a broken headlight They shake me down, they tellin me that they gon' come and see me tomorrow and have somethin for them - Word, so what up? So now I got somethin for them (Verse One) Who's the real criminals, take a look behind the scenes Corruption and greed is commonplace routine Guess it pays in many ways to have a few schemes Shit, I know model citizens that ain't squeaky clean You got dirty politicians, dirty judges and dirty cops Everyone's on the take, the hood's filled with dirty blocks How we gonna save the community, they worse than us It's like a curse for us, police be the first to bust Think about it, that RICO shits no fuckin joke For them the evidence'll vanish in a puff of smoke I been observant, I'll never be subservient I guess you get what you deserve in this From project hallways to courthouse hallways Some prevail, most see jail, this happens always Speed on, before you get peed on All I need is more power, then I'ma put the squeeze on (Hook) I want more power, I'm gainin more troops I'm gaining more respect 'cause I want more juice The most influential men, got influential friends And I'ma put the squeeze on all of 'em I watched y'all get fat, now I want my share What you ain't got it all? Then I want what's there The most influential men, got influential friends And I'ma put the squeeze on all of 'em (Primo scratches) "They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -> Guru "It's a Daily Operation" -> Guru "You know me son, show respect" -> Steele "They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -> Guru The squeeze.. (Verse Two) Believe me son, I'ma put the squeeze on 'em Croocked cats, that confiscate the gats they keepin 'em Hustler's Convention every night at D&D Had chicks on the strip with Trace in eighty-three It's nothin, that why I know I'm on top And I'ma stay here 'till I'm paid and owe nothin They gon' take they cut, so why shouldn't I Eliminate the middlemen, who thought they could die Go overseas, make G's and bring it back to the streets A never-ending saga when I rap to these beats As the minutes go by, you 'bout to get it, know why? I'm already in too deep, so forget it, don't try Cause all you gonna find is sufferin and pain I had enough of you man, I'm 'bout to fuck up your plan So speed on, before you get peed on All I need is more power, then I'ma put the squeeze on (Hook) (Primo scratches) "They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -> Guru The squeeze.. |
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| 4:39 |
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| 15. |
| 4:22 |
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| 16. |
| 4:18 |
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[Intro: talking]
Yeah, it's 2003 ya feel me Soldier B, fresh outta Camilla On this Camilla album Watch out for these crooked cops and these haters Cause they want your head So protect yourself, as well as your loved ones Yeah, yeah, turn it up, turn it up Yeah, yeah, turn it up [Verse 1] Better hide some straight to protect your head Cause they flamin, aimin them green doted infa reds Blood shed, cause of these haters, fakers, and these busters We real thugs, the G, V and ten got hustlers And them monsters, nothin but some hard hitters Rich figures, bustin killer, straight wig splitters If you want us boy, you better come and get us Cause we ain't slippin, tipsy off a gallon of Henny Leave shots all up in your back in 'em So when your fallin, shots rippin out your cop billy Come through the ceiling, hollow tips, bustin through bricks Edge the clips, teflons and big slugs Old guns protectin their head from young bugs Like us, and now your sold and turn to dust All because you protect your head off a repercussion Watch out for a young hustler that's out there bustin Protect your head [Chorus x2] Better hide some straight to protect your head Cause them vest is, I'm gettin tell you, you gonna wind up dead Blood shed, ain't got no name on them teflons Steppin stones'll put soldiers all around your home Protect your dome [Verse 2] Better hide some straight to protect your head Cause that hot lead aimin there for your forehead Buck shots red, havin you scared, duckin, runnin Young hustlers ain't playin, they payin real money They have you wait on Sunday and get moved on Monday Then go to London, chillin with a bundle of honeys That's how they runnin, mandatory no chest shots Just takin braids, bald heads and bald spots Them head shots, leavin ya dead on the spot Protect they head, less they get no props On burnt blocks, watchin out for crooked cops And burnt blocks, protectin my girl from head shots I'm hot, hot [Chorus] [Verse 3] Better hide some straight to protect your head That's what I said, haters yeah, they want us dead But I ain't mad, over somethin they never had But who's the last, everybody they gettin blasted Hellish bastard, mamas' cryin, they close caskets If you drastic, rock sheets and black plastic Bustas is scandalous, pushin some dimes I'm in back, with some fine tang So for me I hate gettin active, hustlin and rappin One guy ask if he could smoke my ashes and I ain't laughin Infiltrators they out there craftin, protectin families No wonder them haters wanna blast me, but they can't find me Eyes shinin leavin ya blinded, criminal minded All black, creepin in silence, the world is mine Hustlers rhymin and big timin, protect your mind Lord tryna show us a sign (sign), we all dyin (dyin) Lord tryna show us a sign (sign), we all dyin (dyin) [Chorus x4] |
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| 17. |
| 3:39 |
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