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Killing in the name of
Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Killing in the name of Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well now you do what they told ya Those who died are justified for wearing the badge they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge they're the chosen whites Those who died are justified for wearing the badge they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge they're the chosen whites Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Killing in the name of Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya now you're under control And now you do what they told ya now you're under control And now you do what they told ya now you're under control And now you do what they told ya now you're under control And now you do what they told ya now you're under control And now you do what they told ya now you're under control And now you do what they told ya now you're under control And now you do what they told ya Those who died are justified for wearing the badge they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge they're the chosen whites Those who died are justified for wearing the badge they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge they're the chosen whites Come on Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Mother fucker |
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I just don't give a fuck
They done push me to the limit I'm all in I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the nigga he's baggin I see no justice All I see is niggas dying fast The sound of a gun blast Then watchin the hearse pass Just another day in the life 'G' Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snipe me The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man I went to the bank to cash my cheque I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hos They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real shit And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down Just can't understand why we getting respect now Mama told me they're be days like this But I'm pissed cause it stays like this And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait Gimme a break How much shit can a nigga take I ain't goin' nowhere, no how What you wanna throw down Better bring your guns pal Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with an A-K And even if they shoot me down There'll be another nigga bigger from the mutha-fuckin' underground So step but you better step quick Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit You're watching the makings of a phychopath The truth didn't last Before the wrath and aftermath Who's that behind the trigger? Who'd do yah figure!? A mutha-fuckin night nigga Ready to buck and rip shit up I had enough and I just don't give a fuck Niggas!, isn't just the blacks also a gang of mutha-fuckas dressed in blue slacks They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city? They say niggas like to do niggas Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge I had to shoot ya and the pass for the blast take his cash And bash his head in dump him at the dead in And that's just his luck Cause a nigga like me don't really give a fuck Walked in the store what's everybody staring at They act like they never seen a muthafucka wearing black Following a nigga and shit Ain't this a bitch All I wanted was some chips I wanna take my business elsewhere But where? Cause who in the hell cares About a black man with a black need? They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend I wonder if knows that my income is more than His pension, salary and then some Your daughter is my number one fan And your jive ass wife wants a life with a black man So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack Sit back and get fat off the fat cat while he thinks that he's getting over I bust a move as smooth as casanova And count another quick meal I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme As strong as a fuckin' nine Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot Useta come but he's done, now we run the block To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up They know we fed up But we they just don't give a fuck They just don't give a fuck I gotta give my fuck offs Fuck you to the San Fransisco police department Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you to all you redneck prejudiced motherfuckers And fuck yah Fuck Y'all Punk, gay, sensitive, little-dicked bastards 2paclypse mutha fuckin' know Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick And my uncle Tommy's balls Fuck Y'all Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks |
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Got a surprise especially for you,
Something that both of us have always wanted to do. We've waited so long, waited so long. We've waited so long, waited so long. I'm gonna take you on a trip so far from here, I've got two tickets in my pocket, now baby, we're gonna disappear. We've waited so long, waited so long. We've waited so long, waited so long. I've got two tickets to paradise, Won't you pack your bags, we'll leave tonight, I've got two tickets to paradise, I've got two tickets to paradise. I'm gonna take you on a trip so far from here, I've got two tickets in my pocket, now baby, we're gonna disappear. (You know why?) We've waited so long, waited so long. We've waited so long, waited so long. I've got two tickets to paradise, Won't you pack your bags, we'll leave tonight, I've got two tickets to paradise, I've got two tickets to paradise. |
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| 4:07 |
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"It's another one of them old phunky Cypress Hill things, you know what I'm
sayin'? And it goes like this:" Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing You're missing the hootah Of the funky buddha Eluder Of your fucked-up styles, I get wicked So come on as Cypress starts to kick it 'Cause we're like the outlaws stridin' While suckers are hidin' Jump behind the bush when you see me drivin' By Hanging out the window With my magnum taking out some putos Acting kind of loco I'm just another local Kid from the street getting paid from my vocals Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand I'm ignoring all the dumb shit Yo, because nothing is coming from it I'm not gonna waste no time fuckin' around my gat straight humming Hummin', Coming at ya Yeah ya know I had to gatt ya Time for some action Just a fraction of friction I got the clearance To run the interference Into your satellite Shining a battle light Sen got the gatt and I know that he'll gatt you right Here's an example Just a little sample How I could just kill a man One-time tried to come in my home Take my chrome I said, "Yo, it's on!" Take cover son or you're assed-out How do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out Didn't have to blast him but I did anyway That young punk had to pay So I just killed a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man It's gonna be a long time before I finish One of the many missions that I had to establish To lite My spliff ignite You with insight So if you ain't down, bullshit! Say some punk tried to get you for your auto Would you call the One-time and play the role model? No! I think you'll play like a thug Next you hear the shot of a magnum slug Humming coming at ya Yeah ya know I'm gonna gatt ya! How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been? Understand where I'm coming from When you're up on the hill in your big home I'm out here risking my dome Just for a bucket Or a fast duck it Just to stay alive, yo I got to say "fuck it!" Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand "All I wanted was a Pepsi!" "What does it all mean?" |
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| 5:25 |
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Break... for love
Break... for love Break For love Baby don't you worry I want to be the man that you want me to be There's no need to worry I'm gonna give you love the way want it to be I'll be there every morning baby To hold you tight And that's why baby You don't have to wonder why Why I love you I need you Got to ha-have you I need you, oh Right now Break... for love Break For love I'll be there every night To hold you and kiss till the morning light I'll be there every morning baby To hold you tight And that's why baby You don't have to wonder why Why I love you I nee-eed you Gotta gotta have you I need you right now Give |
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So this ain't the end, I saw you again today
I had to turn my heart away Smile like the sun, kisses for everyone And tales it never fails You lyin' so low in the weeds I bet you gonna ambush me You'd have me down, down, down, down on my knees Now wouldn't you? Barracuda Oh Back over time we were all tryin' for free You met the porpoise and me, oh No right, no wrong selling a song A name whisper game And if the real thing don't do the trick You better make up something quick You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn to the wick Ooh, barracuda Oh, yeah "Sell me, sell you" the porpoise said "Dive down deep, now, save my head" You I think that you got the blues, too All that night and all the next Swam without lookin' back Made for the western pools Silly, silly fools The real thing don't do the trick No, you better make up something quick You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn it to the wick Ohh, barra-barracuda, yeah Ooh, hey! |
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| 5:03 |
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Yes - the rhythm, the rebel
Without a pause - I'm lowering my level The hard rhymer - where you never been I'm in You want stylin' - you know it's time again D the enemy - tellin you to hear it They praised the music - this time they play the lyrics Some say no to the album, the show Bum rush the sound I made a year ago I guess you know - you guess I'm just a radical Not a sabbatical - yes to make it critical The only part your body should be parting to Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you Radio - suckers never play me On the mix - just O.K. me Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone it's known Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother owns Hard - my calling card Recorded and orderd - supporter of Chesimard Loud and proud kickin' live next poet supreme Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme Flavor - a rebel in his own mind Supporter of my rhyme Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime Terminator X From a rebel it's final on black vinyl Soul, rock and roll comin' like a rhino Tables turn - suckers burn to learn They can't dis-able the power of my label Def Jam - tells you who I am The enemy's public - they really give a damn Strong Island - where I got 'em wild and That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent Never silent - no dope gettin' dumb nope Claimin' where we get our rhythm from Number one - we hit ya and we give ya some No gun - and still never on the run You wanna be an S.1 - Griff will tell you when And then you'll come - you'll know what time it is Impeach the president - pullin' out the ray-gun Zap the next one - I could be you're Sho-gun Suckers - don't last a minute Soft and smooth - I ain't with it Hardcore - rawbone like a razor I'm like a lazer - I just won't graze ya Old enough to raise ya - so this will faze ya Get it right boy and maybe I will praise ya Playin' the role I got soul too Voice my opinion with volume Smooth - no what I am Rough - cause I'm the man No matter what the name - we're all the same Pieces in one big chess game Yeah - the voice of power Is in the house - go take a shower boy P.E. a group, a crew - not singular We were black Wranglers We're rap stranglers You can't angle us - I know you're listenin' I caught you pissin' in you're pants You're scared of us dissin' us The crowd is missin' us We're on a mission boy Terminator X Attitude - when I'm on fire Juice on the loose - electric wire Simple and plain - give me the lane I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley See the car keys - you'll never get these They belong to the 98 posse You want some more son - you wanna get some Rush the door on a store - pick up the album You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed So I can enter your mind - Boys Bring the noise - my time Step aside for the flex - Terminator X |
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| 3:57 |
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I'm crazy
crazy for feeling so lonely I'm crazy crazy for feeling so blue I know you'd love me as long as you wanted then someday leave me for somebody new (bridge) worry why do I let myself worry wondring what in the world did I do crazy for thinking that my love could hold you I'm crazy for crying I'm crazy for trying I'm crazy for loving you |
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