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Put your lighters up if you want to
Pull your muthafuckin dodger caps over your muthafuckin eyes Till you can't see shit I want you to go blind nigga So you can feel how I felt when I was in that muthafuckin coma Raised in the city of angels Where safe and danger switch lanes So strenger drive slow (drive slow) Where beggers and gangstas Fast women and dank are Just part of the face that we show We got mountains and ocean We move in slow motion Off that sticky that you all love to blow I swear ain't nothing better there that's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood Come to my hood (hood) Look at my block (block) that's that project building, yeah that's where I got shot (shot) Cause I was more hood than Suge Had more rocks than Jay More scars in my face than the original Scarface Or the homeboy Scarface Al Pacino couldn't be no gangsta Deniro in casino he no gansta Wanna be, wanna see, wanna get a shovel, dig tookie up nigga Cause he know gangstas Niggas think cause they watch menace a couple times Seen Cuban boys in the hood and press rewind That you can survive when a real crip run upon your corner an flex the nine You must be out of your mind A real blood will put you out of your mind So stay the fuck up out of my hood Or my niggas take you up out of your shine It ain't a movie dogg Hell yeah it's a real fuckin uzi dogg I'm bout to hop inside my impala try to keep up, don't loose me ya'll Raised in the city of angels Where safe and danger switch lanes So stranger drive slow (drive slow) Where beggers and gangstas Fast women and dank are Just part of the face that we show We got mountains and ocean We move in slow motion Off that sticky that you all love to blow I swear ain't nothing better there that's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood I know the real O-Dog And that nigga know the real Game I call him the rinse tape And he never been in no gang But he been in my house (house) And he set on my couch (couch) While I put one in the air so yeah tat nigga know what I'm bout (bout) I'm bout my hood I'm bout my block I'm bout my chips So if the rat mony stop and I punch a clock Catch you slippin at a light get out yo shit We jack niggas, out of towners And rap niggas, and ball players Cause we ball player We chop it up with them trap niggas We outkast, we big boys Ludacris with them big toys Where I'm from there's only two things standing on the corner Me and that liquor store Look what the bloods did to Weezy Look what the crips did to Jeezy This gangbanger shit ain't nothing to play with Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy Raised in the city of angels Where safe and danger switch lanes So strenger drive slow (drive slow) Where beggers and gangstas Fast women and dank are Just part of the face that we show We got mountains and ocean We move in slow motion Off that sticky that you all love to blow I swear ain't nothing better there that's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood you niggas got this L.A shit real fucked up man Niggas better start respecting what the fuck we about man We take niggas the fuck out, this shit ain't no movie dawg This shit is real crips, bloods, essays It holds you down, this is L.A Wrote the shit on my face ,put a mutafuckin star behind What the fuck I am .. starface! |
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California ain't a state it's an army
[Verse 1:] One motherfucker in the projects killin The same motherfucker that'll burn down the village With a chronic blunt full of that you know who gon Take you back to Compton in that 6-4 two-door Sub whoofers in the trunk kickin that lethal injection A hood nigga lost with no direction So we bought a blacksmith in western strapped on his vest and that's his protection At the intersection waitin on arrival cause in the city of angels it's all about survival Fuck the 5-0 they wanna see you D.O.A welcome to L.A. Where the ghetto birds flying over my aunties and my cousin house Tell me what they buzzin bout the lil homie got smoked on the corner And now his momma cryin dead in california [Chorus:] [Ice Cube:] Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [Ice Cube:] California ain't a state it's a army [Verse 2:] Jumped in my impala took a trip to the swap meet To scoop up ego trippin and a white t Cause some niggas in my old hood don't like me Time to put they ass in check like my nikes Shoulda hit my nigga mack 10 on the chirp All I need is me and my bitch if you scared go to church Cause them california niggas crack heads for the turf And life ain't nothin but tech nines and dirt Dippin through the jungles my escalade hit a dip fuck Here come the gorillas in the mist And they dressed like ice cube was in 96' Stone cold jerry curls not one drip I'll sleep with the worms 'fore I swim with the fish And I'll ride with my niggas 'fore I roll with a bitch If it don't make dollars it don't make sense And I almost got shot cause I could'nthit a fence [Chorus:] [Ice Cube:] Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [Ice Cube:] California ain't a state it's a army [Verse 3:] Call the U.S. government and tell em it's a motherfuckin code red Niggas try to straight up jack me now they both dead Third lil nigga got away on his moped Caught him round the corner put the beam on his forehead Jumped in the impala then smashed through the light Without him one time in sight so I bust a right Oh century headed to the L.A.X where ain't nothin but fly bitches and jets In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked [? ] nigga in a 600 throwin up the set He must don't know I got the 40 on deck and the tech Tryna be [? ] time to flex it's the third time this shit happened to me all day Guess it's time to add another dead body to the doorway So I turned down my spice one tape and hit the switch Emptied the whole clip in his fuckin face [Chorus:] [Ice Cube:] Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [Ice Cube:] California ain't a state it's a army [Both:] California ain't a state it's a army |
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[Intro: Raekwon]
Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Sit my alligator jacket on the floor Let that shit crawl around, what up Game? How are you my nigga? Let's get this money, you heard? [The Game (Raekwon)] Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells My killas gorillas, nigga’s couldn't see 'em with gazelles Fronting ass nigga’s, go hang with Pharrell Trying to be a (Cowboy), you catch bullets like Terrell Owens, call it T.O., he leakin’ like a project sink Busted open like a hot dog link Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin prison thing Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my ink pen live in Queens Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got (Killa Bees) (respect) Black Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieves Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (word?) I know Kobe, I be on the floor, "Kobe!" You know a nigga that can score 81? Show me I got a (Cuban Link) to a fuckin’ O.G. And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, tryin’a blow me? (back up) This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm (Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club throwin‘ ones) Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ' (Big sharks) Me too (swimmin’ in a pile of ones) [Interlude: Raekwon] Yeah nigga, tomorrow man Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga In the Bronx [Raekwon (The Game)] This the face off (respect the dons, hundred thousand on the arms) Son where you be? (Under palm trees stayin’ warm) (Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you? (Amaze-on) I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten ('til the day is done) [Interlude: Raekwon] Yeah, frontin’ on us nigga, it's like It's like racing a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga You gon' fuck around and get your head burnt [Raekwon] I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact Hip-Hop's never dead, the (Cuban) gave 'em heart attacks Sleep in the woods, target cats come from under the V's Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin’ Keep it movin’ homeboy, the mac's always actin’ Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers Can't fuck with us convicts, Stat-land It's like actions, cliques 'll die right with traction It's Wall Street money and two gunny's Slammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my red monkeys Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfy Blow your head off like lunch meat Chef in the game run the country Take over the world little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin’ Fuck with their paper their gun squeezin’ Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season [Interlude: Raekwon] Yo, man yo Game man Let these nigga’s know man for real man We official man They wan' be readin’ our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard? [The Game (Raekwon)] (Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was from Staten? I'd be King Kong knocking down the buildings in Manhattan (Guerilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit My style's smoking like, after a glock spit Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris' Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through here The Benjamin’s won't stop, and neither would a chrome glock I kill a fire-breathing dragon with a dome shot Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks We had a meeting before we got here, and shit gon' pop Heads gon' roll, Patron gon' spill Fitted caps getting’ peeled like the chrome on the wheels Got a half a mil', sing your wounds won't heal I declare war, nigga who gon' deal? [Outro: Raekwon] Yeah, y'all know what time it is man "Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for real Many may read this man A lot of nigga’s might not make it home, you heard? We speak for the real ones man, for the church men man All them real general nigga’s man All them nigga’s that's out there man Don't get no rest or none of that man, for real The Chef nigga, Game what up baby? I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you baby You know how we do it, we go all over the fuckin’ world man Get a lot of bread man, word up, hun'ed my nigga We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man, know what I’m sayin’? Sip on some motherfucking, Don Julio or some'n, ya know what I’m sayin’? With two foul rings on, ya know what I’m sayin’? Couple of mean Guatemalans’ wit’ us Half Guatemala, half Somalia nigga Nigga’s ain't seen them colors man [fades out] |
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Punk ass motherfucka!
Bitch ass nigga! What were you gonna do? Kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga? Tupac, Biggie shut the fuck up! Fucking dogs, they barking shit... Don't shoot me! Don't shoot me! Fuck you nigga! Lil Wayne And I'm grindin' until I'm tired Cause they say you ain't grindin' until you die So I'm grinding with my eyes wide Looking to find, A way through the day A life for the night Dear lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life (my life) Like what the hell am I doing right? The Game Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary. Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley. Take me away... Like I overdosed on cocaine, Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain. Suicide, I'm from a windy city Like Do or Die. From a block close to where Biggie was crucified. That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fucking reason. And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces. (My life!) Cause that's Jesus people, and Game he's the equal. Hated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel. Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Sigel. Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle. (My life!) I need some meditation, so I can lead my people. They askin' why? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles? And why every hood nigga feed off evil? Answer my question, 'fore this bullet leave this desert eagle. Lil Wayne And I'm grindin' until I'm tired And you ain't grindin' until you die So I'm grinding with my eyes wide Looking to find, A way through the day A life for the night Dear lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life (my life) Like what the hell am I doing right? The Game We are not the same, I am a Martian. So approach my Phantom doors with caution. You see them 24's spinnin' I earned 'em. I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste now And fuck Jesse Jackson 'cause it ain't about race now. Sometimes I think about my life with my face down. Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile. Damn I know his mama proud, And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now. And like MJB, no more drama now. Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground. I spit crack, and niggas could drive it outta town. Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds. My life used to be empty, like a glock without a round. Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds. Lil Wayne And I'm grindin' until I'm tired And you ain't grindin' until you die So I'm grinding with my eyes wide Looking to find, A way through the day A life for the night Dear lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life (my life) Like what the hell am I doing right? The Game Walked through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front, With the high beams on. Me and the devil sharing chronic blunts. Listening to The Chronic album, playin' backwards. Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice. My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood. I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge Made my grandmother pray for good It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could. Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood. They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood. But it's real niggas like me that make the hood. Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should. With the top back, and my Sox hat. I'm Paid in Full, the nigga Alvo couldn't stop that. Even if they brought the nigga Pac back, I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back. Lil Wayne And I'm grindin' until I'm tired And you ain't grindin' until you die So I'm grinding with my eyes wide Looking to find, A way through the day A life for the night Dear, you done took so many of my people I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life (my life) Like what the hell am I doing right? My Life (my life, my life, my life) My Life (my life, my life, my life) My Life (my life, my life, my life) My Life (my life, my life, my life) |
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Money... For the Money [x2]
[Verse 1:] Kanye told me that Jesus walks in '04 But I grew up around impalas and drug lords Welcome to Los Angeles palm trees and drug stores All we know is rocks and presidents like mount rushmore Fuck the police they hop out and bust doors I ain't goin back to jail nigga that what I flush for My money or my glock who do I trust more? I don't know it's probably the one that I touch more Guess it's the green cause paper motivate niggas And my rolex races cause it hate niggas I use to only sell 8s like that laker nigga Now I'm movin 24s like I play at the staples center You might miss the game so nigga don't blink My phantom stand out like Frank Lucas mink So go ahead and think like Frank Lucas think Somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin kitchen sink about [Chorus:] (Money) Dead presidents, Big paper (For the Money) Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get (Money) My Bitches get (Money) Like the strippers get From the block to the club I make it rain (Money) In California niggas die (For the Money) From the south to new york the bullets fly for the (Money) Don't stop gettin (Money) It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that (Money) [Verse 2:] Yeah Yeah I get it that baby and slim cash money All the jewlery on your whole crew that's my tax money That pablo escabar crack money That Lebron first nike contract money That make it rain all my niggas throw a stack money Stack it to the ceiling then call it shaq money That walk in the club, straight to the back money Flavor of love delicious sittin on my lap money That rat money niggas get clapped money Air force ones don't bend when I track money Ooh I'm rich like [? ] Havin Alpo nightmares whippin that border Like McDonald's I was flippin' them orders In that '02 Porsche truck weavin through borders I was through flippin' quarters When I made my first mil I'm about a dollar 50 cent ain't real [Chorus:] (Money) Dead presidents, Big paper (For the Money) Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get (Money) My Bitches get (Money) Like the strippers get From the block to the club I make it rain (Money) In California niggas die (For the Money) From the south to new york the bullets fly for the (Money) Don't stop gettin (Money) It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that (Money) [Verse 3:] Ooh Somebody tell snoop to pop open them briefcases Order that patron tell em we want 3 cases Fuck a black card you see these green faces Look at my chest... now you've seen Vegas Treat my money like the cristal that we wastin Cause I'm a money machine I can re-make it You a fool thinkin that Freddy can see Jason I been iced out like who the fuck need Jacob The doc told me to be patient but I walked Money like the white howard next time he a free agent I'm tryna make enough money so I can feed Asia Have asains in the kitchen cookin in louis v aprons Word to martha stewart if I can park a buick Then I can flip a breech truck I got the heart to do it Ball like the nigga tony parker do it Speak no englis but dinero I talk it fluent [Chorus:] (Money) Dead presidents, Big paper (For the Money) Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get (Money) My Bitches get (Money) Like the strippers get From the block to the club I make it rain (Money) In California niggas die (For the Money) From the south to new york the bullets fly for the (Money) Don't stop gettin (Money) It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that (Money) Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy Get Get Get Get Get Get Yea! |
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[Chorus]
California sunshine, in the summer time (4x) Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the grand lux, Most recent was 50 in Angola, that's what's up, Any rapper could touched, any bitch could get fucked, Under the California sun, impalas and big trucks, They say Suge got knocked out, but don't play that nigga cheap, Cuz you're body might wash up by the courts at Venice Beach, Ain't shit sweet but my Swisher, ain't shit buzzin but my liquor, Cali chickens got to the 80's strip and come back a little thicker, With more ass then Delicious, that's my Flavor of Love, We make it rain like Rainman, when he play with the glove, I'm the king to you pawn niggas, punisher, spawn, niggas, Playin in green, Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggas, We them barbeque, front and back lawn niggas, Summer Jam, throw your ass offstage Akon niggas, We drink Kool Aid with the ice on your arm nigga, Take that Champion hoody off in the California sunshine [Chorus] I'm in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard, We can't find Biggies' killers so we gave Diddy a star, And I'm by far, Hollywood boulevard, but I'm from a boulevard that tought ya'll to shoot out of moving cars, Remember, New Jersey driver's like a East Coast menace, And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dogg in it, Give me a New York minute, to show you Cali got more dead bodies then the Yankees got New York pennants, Cuz we Dodgers and Impalas with the windows tinted, I duck shots where Venus and Sarena used to play tennis, And they never came back, like throwin a boomerang flat, See me, I'm posted like a Cincinatti pitcher in the same hat, It's like a scene from a movie, when the screen fade black, Niggas roll up on you, Now you stuck in that Harold and Cane trap, If you slippin in Hollywood, and you get your chain snatched, I know some niggas that know some niggas, Ill get your chain back. [Chorus] Niggas already know who had the marijuana first, We birthed haze and sour diesel, I was there when the water burst, Hell nah we don't surf, We half way go to church, Tell you the truth, shiit, right now I'm in the fuckin hearse, And it ain't my night to get buried in the dirt But it is your day to get buried by a verse, It'll be another ten years before you see an MC Ren here, Where he been, I been there, that Lambo, I'm in there, Hotter then the beginning of my career with 50, Dre and Em there, Top off the Murcialago like Victoria's Secret swim swear, So listen, I'm so sincere, bout to work out like gym wear, Murder MTV's top ten, and tat my face with 10 tears, That's 10 funerals, 10 caskets, 10 3-piece Ralph Lauren suits, 10 motorbikes stopping traffic, And 10 reasons why I got California hotter than acid, Don't you ever, ever leave me out of the top 10 you fuckin' bastards Blaow. [Chorus] |
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| 4:05 |
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[The Game]
You see that cherry red Phantom on them big ass wheels, You see I be playing with them cars, I'm like a big ass kid, Crazy with that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers, I'll show you how to pop revolvers, Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes, That lambo? That ain't shit, just a public disguise, And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane, And I be driving all crazy cuz my diamond chain is (bright), As them Las Vegas lights, it be the same in California when I'm riding at night, In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway, Having meetings all day, baby my future is (bright) As Lebron's, take off on anybody Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll crash any party, Yeah, making it rain, ain't got shit on me. The way I ball, the fuckin owner should come sit on me. Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back Turn on the radio it's a rap. [Ludacris] [Talking] Just touched down at L.A.X. LUDA! What up Game? Fresh out huh? Don't you hear it? That nigga named Luda, Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger, My money long, your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas, And I'll superman, yuuuh, that ass like Lex Luther, Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll take you to meet ya maker, My dick's the Staples Center, I'll take you to see the Lakers, Swoosh! On that Cali kush, smoking like a muffler, So many red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia, Game! I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorchin, Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin' abortions, I ain't havin it, see em in the dead zone, Fake dope boys is more bass up in my head phones, Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal, My verses are hot as shit like I recorded with the devil, I'm on another level, they stuck on the elevator, And I'm about to blow this bitch, Game press the detonator, like Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, turn on the radio, it's a rap. [The Game] See I'm come from the bottom and they call me The Game, But I'm just happy that Beyonce know my name, I took that Dr Dre money and I bought me chain, Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range, Then I bought me a pussy, then I bought me some brains, But I ain't buyin' that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne, See both of them niggas spit, but yall act like you don't hear me spit, Like sellin' 7 million records ain't the shit, I don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too gangsta, And poppin crystal with Irv don't make me a wanksta, See I'm California certified, my niggas make the murder rise, Readin my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye, So I'mma break it down for them niggas in the South, Slow it down but this Rolls Phatom grill in my mouth, Throw the Prada slippers on, when I walk in my house, P Diddy and Tommy Lee know what I'm talking about, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back Turn on the radio it's a rap. |
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(hard liquor)
Dre you must've been of the hennessy when he did this my Nigga (hard liquor) (hard liquor) (Is there anymore (hard liquor)) (make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice, Yeah) (Verse 1) You know me I turn them 40 bottles upside down Like niggaz with dead homies till it's empty like my 4 pound. Niggaz thinkin I'm drunk Reach 4 my N.W.A chain and get ur ass beat wit da pump. Tell security it's Game plus 50 And he probably gets fucked up every night like Bobby did Whitney. Fuck poppin crystal I got a bottle of henny Me and my nine stay together like Hardaway and lil'Penny I ain't here so u can ask about Em or Dre I came to see some bitches shake their ass like Beyonc. So let me be hov' 4 a minute Get up in your hoe 4 a minute And u could be my hoe 4 a minute. Like I'm Diddy Be J-Lo 4 a minute From the windows to the wall gettin low while I'm in it. All I gotta do is hit em with a Jay-Z line Like u deserve to be my sunshine. (chorus - J Love) See her on the Floor She's sexy Tell her where the af- Ter party is But make sure that you see her friends before, Before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh (Verse 2) I'll spend a hundred dollars take a bitch to the hyatt, Then treat her like Busta like her ass on fire. I'm a gangsta mah, I wanna see you wiggle your butt cheeks both hands round your ankles mah. All I wanna see is ass and titties. Shake it like they do in magic city With T.I. in that mothafucka, I'm like fifty [?PI?] in'this motha fucka. You the them gold D's on that Porsche Truck I show you how gangstas fuck My 45 to the back of your weak Both of your arms in handcuffs Take a bottle of Cisco to the head See how you like getting fucked with a pistol to ya head. Tell ya girls I fucked your brains out, We can do a manage-a-trois, pull the whips and chains out I tear that frame out I ain't no stunt man I pull that range out "BITCH" (chorus - Jay Love) See her on the Floor She's sexy Tell her where the af- Ter party is But make sure that you see her friends before, Before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh (Verse 3) I got 40's like the liquor store, Pour it on your weave like that bitch in the g-thang video. You look wet, let me help you out your Von Dutch's Know you used to niggas spinning but tonight i'm fucking, The truck stop, the rims spin, I know they hate me fuck em. It's killa cally nigga haters come a dime a dozen Load em shells then i get drunk pissy, This bottle of Hennessy got me wanting to fuck Missy. I'm a gangsta I can turn that bitch out, Play with her pussy then drop extasy in her crystal, 60 seconds later I'm kicking that bitch out. Then ride down the show with the 4-5th out Stop at the store That bitch emptied my Cris out Give me 50 feet or I'll empty this clip out. Niggas wanna know what this LA shit 'bout Just visit when the Bloods and Crips' out (Is there anymore any more (hard liquor) (make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of lemon juice On ice, on ice, on ice, Yeah) |
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| 4:32 |
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Dodge This Verse 1 (The Game): Catch me if you can im in those old school barkley's.. back to the fence..puffin on that Bob Marley.. flow like a regeno..nigga u already know.. my competition stiffer than Ronald Regan..let it go.. For you be a mother-fuckin vegetable... You scrap niggas too animated like the Incredibles.. Let this beef go around like the 26's.. Its young Game of Flame..welcome to the House of Pain... Nigga what about the game?.. Keep on playin boy.. I'll hop of this fuckin Range... Look..I aint even ask for his fuckin chain.. but he took it off like Vanessa-Del-Rio... Now im on my way to ""Reo"".. After i see i my PO.. She cool..she a Leo.. she aint trippen off the WEED smoke.. So ima blow it like the Patriots And throw my dove up..Cuz Dr.Dre made me Rich... Chorus - The Game & Traci Nelson [The Game] Where you from?.....California What city?.....Compton What you drive?....Impala What you smokin on?..Chronic What you drinkin on?..Patrone Waht you sitten on?....The Trone Relax..make yourself at home.. [Traci Nelson] Welcome to Compton... Welcome to Compton... Welcome to Compton... Welcome to Compton... Verse 2 (The Game): i wrote the block off, i talk dat shyt.. size 12 bo-jacksons cuz i walk dat shyt.. Dere on Compton Blvd..thats where i walk my pits.. Biggie & Tupac..and they bark like this.(dogs barking)... As i spark my splif.. I see the corner..puttin chalk around the snitch... We be shootin like free throws..flying them desert Eagles... Sell dope to the pope...while we eatin' chilli freetos.. From a gangbanger..to a CEO.. everything i do is big like the nigga Ceaser-leo.. Wont stop till im dead... aint gotta watch for the feds.. they aint watchin me so here's a dome shot to the head.. As i take a patrone shot to the head.. and reminise about the shit the DOC said.. ""Get money..Get cars..get mine..get yours.. and keep your head up..like the Lambo doors"".. Chorus Verse 3 [Game]: ........Guess its time to break the number 9 Jordan's in... Make a nigga made..when they been tryna floor the benz.. Im doin 160 in the fast lane.. Scott Storch.. in his Bogadi..couldnt pass game.. I got it made like my last name.. Im gone..juss like my After-math Chain.. Dont make me take you back to '96... leanin on that dostin..on the corner..eatin catfish.. The Game..Da-Da-Da-Game..spit dat shit.. Im controversial..like the Afro-pic with the Black fist.. Jus ask the rapper that had to catch my last diss... Im reckless..and i aint never crash wips.. My pops wasnt around..so this bastard.. bleed california from the cradle to the Casket... and i wont stop ridin for my coast.. niggas keep talkin bout my bread...we gonna make toast.. Chorus |
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| 11. |
| 3:39 |
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(The Game)
see bitchez be wantin a thug and the ladies be wantin a gentleman if you don't wanna fuck wit a thug I sugguest you ride wit Ne-Yo (Chorus: Ne-Yo) this sex appeal can't be bought it's not a skill can't be taught this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off this sex appeal can't be bought it's not a skill can't be taught this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off then please be off (Verse One: The Game) fuck this old nigga whistlin fo outside my door apartment 5B while I learn to cook my first ounce of raw use 2 whistle while I work she whistle while she twirk bitch bounce that ass while you roll that blunt it can't hurt while you wet come out of that skirt bend over make it squirt you can be my Superhead maybe we should try that first let me whistle while you jerk run my hand up ya shirt if you wit it say you wit it let me hear my birdies churp (we like it!) bitch talkin spanish* backshots make a bitch go bezerk the game will make it hurt T-Pain know ima flirt (and we love it!) get ya ass up and fuck me then I know you brought your girls girl fuck ya friendz matter of fact I wanna fuck ya friends nah I aint mean it like dat, shit (Chorus: Ne-Yo + (The Game) this sex appeal can't be bought it's not a skill can't be taught this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off this sex appeal (can't be bought) it's not a skill (and can't be taught) this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off (go head bitch be off) (Verse 2: Ne-Yo) there's the door swags a standard no less no more if u have none let nezy know cuz thatz all they checkin fo flashin paper player stop it swag is in you not in ya pocket try to buy aint gone fly cuz she want smooth gentleman life she likes the way that everything I do it so fresh and so clean my tone is free no need to scream ?? (Chorus: Ne-Yo + (The Game) this sex appeal can't be bought it's not a skill can't be taught this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off this sex appeal (can't be bought) it's not a skill (and can't be taught) this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off (go head bitch be off) (Verse 3: The Game) can't be about C-notes she know my pockets deep enough to see a deepthroat but she won't see a dividend like 3 times ? and thatz triple X rated cha know my bitchez only want the weed some X and some blow know not ask for the keys or no extra dough I give em dick no dough she give me shit she go all she got waz a baby and a Game logo that waz then this is now lift it up break it down I go in she come out thatz when the pussy make the sound it will never be the same everytime when you fuck wit Game silk sheets long dick hot tub Lil Wayne like I aint never ran from no pussy and I damn sure bout to pick a day to start runnin I said I aint never ran from no pussy and I damn sure bout pick a day to start runnin (Chorus: Neyo) this sex appeal can't be bought it's not a skill can't be taught this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off this sex appeal can't be bought it's not a skill can't be taught this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off then please be off |
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Yo i'm hopin out the phantom with an iced out madalion
stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms my dominican chick lookin like scarface sister red and curly n she wake me up early cause hustlers hit the block when police change shifts new york California different toilet same shit and Brooklyn i rock timberlands still toast cinnamon been gangster way before he dropped many men liquour in my system, voice raspy who i sound like? dont ask me thats my nigga whos classy and in my tada jada our styles superior to haters you can catch me in the latest maron gaters ralph lauren suit tape it up fly cause im papered up why these niggas keep hating on my phantom i be out in atlanta and body tapping im probably strapped toast it up niggas all my hoods on the real dark side of the track no sunny skys just really black we live real down here lord let us live no playing around here lord let us live dont hate my hood just hate my shine we coming out we on our grind we live real down here lord let us live we coming outta here lord let us live now who the fuck want war with the human gun store gangsta rap is where i live just knock on the front door niggas stunt more than jackie chan what the fuck them faggots saying nothing when i walk in the club with the gat in hand take em back to '94 shooing out a astra van banging was the blueprint money was the master plan duffel bank full of grants and franklins ride niggas take they money shoot straight to the bank then head to the barbershop to get chopped up hearing war stories who dead and who locked up who snitching, who pitching and who knocked up fuck niggas in black wall street i trust black hoodies and black asics standing on the pavement hustlers dont sleep nigga we work the grave shift fuck that long money nigga get paid quick and dont save shit all my hoods on the real dark side of the track no sunny skys just really black we live real down here lord let us live no playing around here lord let us live dont hate my hood just hate my shine we coming out we on our grind we live real down here lord let us live we coming outta here lord let us live lord knows that money dont matter lord knows that status is better lord knows about the hood i live in hes taking away but hes giving now dont give me these cars dont give me these mitches dont hate me just let me ride lord just give me light i dont hate mob deep or m.o.b that was a phase i was caught up in a beef like a rat in a maze and my legacy will never be that of a hater lyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas say your prayers its the return of ghandi criminal mind is sitting behind me put it on my face to remind me of all the shit i been through my physical prints my pen too nice my first album sent you life i should of put down the mic when rakim left dre no cleanup hitter so i was stranded on second base i had to steal third motherfucker thats my word theres some queens niggas tryna put me back on the curb i was ultimate warrior to you bully ass niggas i will come through the hood with the fully axe niggas like snoop or suge im in the coop im good motherfuckers make way all my hoods on the real dark side of the track no sunny skys just really black we live real down here lord let us live no playing around here lord let us live dont hate my hood just hate my shine we coming out we on our grind we live real down here lord let us live we coming outta here lord let us live |
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Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn)
When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown (The Game) kick the Roberto Cavall's off and lets talk-sex let me whisper in your ear how you like your-sex should i unzip your-dress step on out girl and tell me whats next do you love me- YES do you want me- YES then let me wipe the oil all on your- flesh take you out of them Vickys make you forget about your- ex let me spray this wipe cream on your- chest i go downtown you go downtown- next unstrap my bulletproof- vest take two steps back and just-flex and by now you got to be- wet like the ocean after the sun- sets its over climb up on my- chest i wore that ass out girl just- rest Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn) When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown (Raheem DaVaughn) When i step up in the club you know its going down in here tonight Put that Belvedere on ice let me know how you feel girl is it real girl just make sure you understand when i put this in your hand its so real so real Candy rain drippin down your window close the curtains and take off your cloths i'll make you say 00o0oo o0o0o o0o0o Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn) When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown (The Game) there she goes again talking all that- trash girl stop playing i tapped that- ass we can go real slow or do it-fast just like i thought you ran out of- gas and girl you like the new s-class everytime i look at you i wanna- smash get inside you ??? you drive me crazy girl i can just- crash jump in your pool and- splash then slow it down like an hour- glass turn around girl look at that- ass beautiful as an Eli Manning-Pass round twolets roll some grass get high, think about it then- Laugh i wanna turn you on let me pop your- tags you so fly i wanna check your- bags Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn) When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown |
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ange.. angel.. ange.. angel)
Verse 1 - Common I spent my day so, first I pray yo, then I lay low, looking for the halo or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me to stay playful faitful walks I take in the woods, thinkin whats good, things that I cant change I should things I cant, need to be understood th-this is the bliss, I used to drift from the hood for a second at least, I'm ressurectin the peace pipes the Indians used to like, we called it chief, right stepping on the leafs right, to reach heights th-th-th-that I never seen, its so so evergreen some use it for medicine, or to write better things I was in amsterdam, man, bike pedaling to the nature spot, to taste the flavors they got my eyes drop, I like it alot.. yeah, an angel Chorus I wanna turn up the sound, and spread my wings because I'm riding with my (angel) going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the city of (angels) oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel) she takes me high, she will always be my (angel) Verse 2 - The Game th-the way that I rhyme, loc, is mine like the first time you heard Mary J and you were standing in line to purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind and I'm ridin with Common looking for Chicago zen and like Chicago winds, I was once a street disciple rockin every jordan shoe, Nike put out by Michael that made me feel like I could fly, sometimes I wanted to die prolly cuz the angel dust was fuckin with my third eye so I start hip hop and I understand why Common used to love her she got me open so I even had, had but I used the rubber, cuz she was married to Rakim so I bought me a gold chain, pretendin that I was him so I can get close to the girl I loved the most but she left Cali and went on tour with Ne-Yo and Ghost Big gave her one more chance, and she took Big down I should've knew it, shot G, and 'Pac told ya she get around (chorus) Verse 3 - The Game (fly away, fly away) my love for her's not about jewelry or cars I love her cuz she love me, just for who I are who I is, who I am, resembles the rims on the Lam' I shine like Shyne when Barington Levy was sayin Diddly Whoa! I got love for the streets, peace to New York and every hood in the East before I was ducking cops, gunshots, I used to be an LA Dodger, now I'm a (angel) from the city of lost souls, Impalas and polished gold between the car, and the rims, we got alot of chrome your hood not alone, they knockin, we not at home and when they bust in, we not Cesar, but got it wrong cuz they tryna wire phones, I'm talkin Verizon phones the ones they put wires on, they got us on tap but I put wires on, my Bentley, in fact I spit it through the wires on a Kanye track (chorus) Outro - Common yeah, it's The Game and Common spread your wings, follow your dreams things will be so serene, L-A and the Chi as a team yeah, angel supreme, yeah, keep on yeah, its for the world boy, we do it forever, yeah |
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| 4:40 |
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Picture me rollin in that bmdub Headed to the club fresh out the tyson fight beamer all rimmed up shinin with the big homie five car caravan ridin shotgun put that chronic smoke in the air me against the world is what i told my foes so its me against the world til i poke them hos leanin out the window flickin ashes off the indo throwin up westside i see one of my kinfolk put that blunt closer to my mouth cause only she knows im feelin bad about that nigga we stomped out in the casino but fuck it its deathrow the big homie never told me that my next blow would be my fuckin death blow tell kadada im not ready i aint even let my momma know i aint got no kids im only 24 before i could let the smoke out niggas let 20 go the 13 that hit the car went through the passenger door (Chorus) Latoya Williams never can say goodbye never can say goodbye to my friends (X4) (Verse 2) i love it when they call me big poppa i only smoke blunts if they rolled propa look i gots ta catch the first thing smokin the cali and hit one of my bitches in the valley gotta call my nigga sean tell him reserve the don tell him to get the chron and the teflon i think they trippin off the homie gettin shot but god bless his soul lord knows it wasnt pop or the mafia kim tell cease get the fuckin truck we bout to hit the Wolersheim district get fucked up pop bad bottles son twist up the phillies im thinkin bout tiana these niggas is lookin silly if this was brooklyn i would ump the 9 milli but fuck it we to the truck roll a dutch we outta phillies hop in the front seat of that dark green suburban heard another car swerven gun shots closed my curtains Biggie (Chorus) Latoya Williams never can say goodbye never can say goodbye to my friends (X4) (Verse 3) layin in this hospital bed with bronchitus i cant talk walked myself in and all of a sudden i cant walk ivs in my arm my wife tomika at my legs ruthless i mean records we got married on my death bed i can hear jerry heller in the hall but i couldnt cube and dr. dre no more at all through all the bullshit them niggas were my dogs niggas wit atitude spray painted on the walls im flatlinin its bad timin straight outta compton the king of gangsta raps dyin cause of death the aids virus conspiricy i guess the government just hates violence they thought my group influenced the L.A. riots woulda been here to see my kids grow if i stayed quiet took 12 years for a real nigga to break silence easy i had to let em know u could catch me cruisin down the street in my 64 (Chorus) Latoya Williams never can say goodbye never can say goodbye to my friends (X4) |
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Verse 1
Yeah... Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot, Black Air Force 2's and the White Sox... Fitted on my forehead, try me, go head. I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead. Yeah, it's the new king of everything, And bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring. Maybe it's how I pour that Patron, Maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne. Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone, And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone. And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone, Before I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home". Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback, F**k a Aston Martin, show me where the stone fat. Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that, The world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack. Chorus The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. Yeah? The Dope Boys in the building. Verse 2 You couldn't smell that crack comin' out that motherf**king Porsche truck. I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on. Them ain't high beams, bitch my wrist is on. The same shit that Ludacris is on. Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones. Yeah, count that work like a paycheck, Niggas couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck. A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet. That's how you get f**ked, I practice safe sex, And I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue, Lick lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung. Show her my inner-condom and have her sprung, And put it all in her stomach and just UHH!!! Chorus What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. New York, what's up? LA, what's up? The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. Chi-Town What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Detroit, What's up? ATL, what's up? The Dope Boys. MIA what's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? Verse 3 So roll that coke white carpet to the hood. It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly, White tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies. I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die. Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky. And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap, Niggas hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back! That's for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas, From Downtown LA to Uptown Harlem. And D-Boy money ain't rain and it's stormin'. So stop the music when the Champagne pouring. And hold the glasses high, And when a nigga ask you why, you tell 'em... Chorus The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. Nigga what's up? The Dope Boys. Motherf**ker what's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Tell 'em I'm back! The Dope Boys. Cause I'm back! The Dope Boys. It's a wrap! The Dope Boys in the building. The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. The Dope Boys in the building. The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. Yeah, what's up? What's up? Hahaha, yeah, The King is back! |
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| 17. |
| 4:22 |
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[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 1: The Game] I swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday Let the top down, California's my birthplace So I'ma take you there like B.I.G took niggaz to New York "Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York And that's real shit blazed the Philly It's summertime shout out to Will Smith 'cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks? My nigga Nas told me money make the world go round And Uncle Luke showed me how to make my girl go down I've been around Hip Hop since '85 She had her ups and downs but she stayed alive I used to think LL stood for Love LA He from Queens, how the f**k he put that with Cool J? Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match Red Adidas, nigga, Game is back [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 2] Public Enemy and N.W.A is on my boombox, had to say Yoday was a good day, had the hood buzzin' Ice Cube my favorite rapper, y'all niggaz can't tell me nothin' Everybody's first bootleg was Boyz 'n the Hood Whoever thought gangsta rap would make noise in the hood When the cars ride by with the boomin' system Two door Mustang and the roof was missing Every girl at ya school had the new extensions Even gangstaz was dancin' like New Edition 'cause the house parties stayed rockin' all night Niggas came through and shot it up but it was alright 'cause after the cops left, it was a party then You down with OPP, then bring Naughty in They say it never rain in southern California, Tony Toni lied Sit back, watch Game throw his money in the sky [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 3] Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M get the money In the back, I relax with all the hunnies DJ bring it back, let it go Mix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say WHOA! Every thing full circle, Game livin' major Girls on my hip like a Skytel pager Now I'm on the top, let the champagne pop Throw ya hands in the sky 'cause The Game don't stop Just a little more change, gotta Benz and the Range Every rap metaphor always ends in my name: The Kool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts Before I was born they was talking 'bout The Game Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout Big Daddy Kane Don't know him, Game gonna show 'em Just like they showed me, my lyrics is O.G When it's all said and done, you niggas gon' quote me [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Outro: Keyshia Cole] See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me) I'm givin' homage (to you) |
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Second floor of my hotel
Im rollin' up bout' to blaze It's on now To this Frankie Beverly and Mase As our days about to pass And our days in the past He said my mind free So my mind free at last So much that I dont even drink from a glass I'd rather find the first fountain I can And do it fast Didn't understand the dream of a king I do the math Coincidentally on ya birthdays I ditched the Class Cause the younger me, dumber me Was chasin the cash Chasin the ass Lowlife with his face in the grass Ridin home from school In front of the bus Not even thinkin bout how Rosa Parks done it for us How she stayed behind bars And she done it for us And she stayed behind bars Till she won it for us Sometimes I wanna give up Or at least take a break Thats when I close my eyes And see Coretta Scott's face. (x2) Word up Game Standin at the Pu Panoramic view of the seating Greeting I've been meanin To do me some letter readin To the king, he forever breathin Your message is never leavin Some of your homies, fonies I shu said it when I seen em Some sleezy bastards Greedy pastors Should never be alowed to be In Ebanezer Baptist Church In Atlanta So people be patient I know theres ghetto grammar But I'm a street dude Normally I just speak rude Martin Luther The model of truth But hate killed em Nobel peace prize winner They duplicate the feelin As a kid, I aint relate really I sell your dream speak jokely Till your world awoken me First I thought you was passive Soft one to ass kiss I was young But honest, I was feelin Muhammed I aint even know the strip You had to have the march You were more than talk The first real Bravehart We miss you. The word NIGGER Is nothin like nigga Dont sound shit like Like game like Jigga One came before the other Like aim and pull the trigga Wanna slang for my brotha Wanna hang and take his picture The rope aint tight enough He still alive, go fix it Pour some gasoline on em Call his daughters Black Bitches Make em pick cotton While his momma cleanin up the kitchen Same cotton in white tees Thats the cotton they was pickin If Dr. King marched today would Bill Gates march? I know Obama would But would Hillary take part? Great minds think great thoughts The pictures I paint Make the Mona Lisa look like fake art I feel the pain of Nelson Mandella Because when it rains, it pours I need Rihanna's umbrella For Coretta Scott's tear drops When she got the phone call that The future just took a fuckin headshot I wonder why Jesse Jackson didnt catch em Before his body drop Would he give me the answer Probly Not. cut to DMX. |
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Father you give us power to speak the word fatherYou sayWe have but to ask with a sincere heart and it will beSo we thank you for this spoken word fatherYou say that when one or more come together in your name your presents will be feltSo we now only ask to feel your presents we need to feel your presents fatherWe thank you for the blessings you have given us this dayThings that people don?t even realize that are blessingsThe food you have given us to eatThe cars you have given us to driveThe cloths you have given us to wearThe money you have given us to spend
The lives you have allowed us to touchAnd the lives that have touched our own We thank you for all these things father in the name of jesusWe thank you again for the power of the spoken wordI pray that by the end of this day this word which is your word coming through my mouthWill touch someoneAnd save someone?s lifeIn jesus mighty name I prayAmen amen |
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