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When I rap competition perform disappearing acts I jam suckers like smuckers My squad is funky like a six pack of motherfuckers With conversation my creations will collider nations into confrontation Competition couldn't stand a chance I'll wear you out like if I had one pair of pants Murray emphasises cadarac poetry meaning you blind bats can't see me Throughout my career I rip year to year sucessfully Dragging debree in my vicinity My symbol is the sickle like the Grim Reaper My style is the greatest invention since the speaker A pyschopath with a knife in my voice The lyrical homocidal madman is top choice The scene I scope it first because I'm homophobic And then I rope-a-dope it And dominate the sight of bloody red Coming out my head leaving rappers brain dead I come through like POW! and BAM! Reppin' like the lyrical version of Shazaam (Damn!....) When I rap Chorus(2x) [L.L. Cool J sample] Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue [DMX sample] Believe what I say! [Keith Murray] When I rap Verse 2 When I rap one hand can't clap So lets squash the beef cook it and we all can get fat Try to swallow a line and you'll find I'm one hard act to follow rollow in my vibe Swallow and your throat will explode Sending you through schizophrenic episodes My style is so well off on it's own I leave it unattended and go see my dog about a bone When I'm the microphone ( When I rap ) And biting niggas will leave it alone I go together with the rythm like a sentence and some verbs And herbs so check out every word I kicked a verse for Father Time He put the world on pause cause I fucked his head up with a rhyme Diamond studded rough and rugged fuck it There's nothing left for you to do now but kick the bucket Dummy who's ever flipping It better be a round-off back hand-spring arabian summy With more concentration then an acrobat When I rap Chorus Verse 3 When I kick the gift of gab and I'm grim and I'll be god damned If any mortal or immortal man can withstand And not slam my jams cause I take them on a trip And flip the script with legit manuscripts Fogging up the mic with real legit compounds Mass mic Murray man flurries in the bound Oh what the fuck you fall and can't get up when I erupt So pass the buck cause you've been struck With the will I learn will I burn Off carbon dioxide cause I'm on the flip side Word conducter emcee destructer Millions be saying "That Murray's a motherfucker!" I dip and dive punch you in your eye In a battle if you try to lie in your rhymes when we socialize I'm beating Mother Nature down to her knees While making more papers than trees You can't be serious that's impossible I leave niggas laid up in the hospital Bandaged from head to toe and hat My shit is intact when I rap Chorus(4x) |
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[LL Cool J]
I'm incredible, I mix up shit like cake mix Keep it blazin hot, rhymes ?urn to keep you frost bit MC's is assed-out cause they lost it Peep my foundation, the way I reinforce it I monitor movements, precisely Makin niggas hit high notes, like the Eisley's Finally, some bitches I can touch up Tie em to the grill of my Six, pop the clutch up Hush up, I rush up, inside your cut Make you puss up, then bust up, cause my shit bumps This Don's Trumps, kill straight cats and all chumps Cause "Life is like a box of chocolate," Mr. Gump Uh, the ultimatum, lets abbreviate em LL platinum again, don't you hate 'im? A thin line between darkness and sunshine Five Percenters that was raised on swine Known to be wise, and you wise to understand Bringin me drama is a handstand in quicksand I've been?ot so long, I'm immune Your rap career get cut short like Poom-Pooms Chorus: Keith Murray (LL Cool J) Now, from the streets to the suites and all around the world, they all recognize we (Incredible) We can stand in the water and can't get wet, you can bet your last dollar we (Incredible) We gets it on in the worst way All the homeboys and the girls say we (Incredible) From one brother to another They agree with each other, lyrically we both (Incredible) [Keith Murray] Adios, mios, Montageune We're too hot to hold and too bold to be controlled Your only skin-deep, my ugly comes from the soul I find the leaks, and E plug the holes I have more beef than filet mignon But got smart, and flushed the bullshit down the ?como? Rappers just started rappin last week, get a deal next week And go platinum next month But pass the blunt, so I can stay hy- like -dro Don't act like you don't know, I'm about to fly a flow I'm three from three from a three-point land With more devastation than a nigga can withstand Remember me? Untouched by any emcee I add verbal assault to your mental injury Cause I'm the vogit, toat it, quote it Five-0 said freeze, man I blowed it Ryhme strategies, no one's bad as this I sew up the populace like a seamstress A prisoner, doing time and the bit A grown man, and don't play with no kids; I'm incredible! Chorus Lyrically we are both (Incredible) |
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I need a blunt 'fore I slap the shit outta somebody
Uhh, c'mon , get it up y'all Uhh, c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon , get it up y'all Uhh, yeah yeah , uhh, I know y'all like this one Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, uhh, c'mon [Keith Murray] Yo y'all niggas will never see my level Rap so hot I slap box with the devil Tap a jaw, slap a bitch do what I like Got a sociology and money like Reverend Ike Yo here's your rap eviction , get out the jurisdiction Before I hit that ass with a cross a diction crucifixion Editorial, news flash, extra, extra Let this blast wit yo stank ass Face the ultimate challenge, style's got alot of knowledge Come in violence, leave in silence This beat's a b, so come on take a swim MC's cant float don't worry about them I'ma dupe like Patty, rich like maddie Slick like a caddy, but not your baby daddie Girls I got em locked, flavors come assorted So pop that koochie girl I can double joint it CHORUS This is for the thugs in the clubs and the hotties in the party Who need a drink before you (Slap somebody) All my cats on the corner who's packed in the shottie Who need a blunt before you (Slap somebody) Rewind this jam and let it rock the party before, I Slap somebody I speak with more technique than karate cuz I, will Slap somebody [Keith Murray] Ayo I'm strictly from the street, that's why I get love Airin dearin niggas out in the back of the club With the mic in my hand, just got paid Take these suckers out till I get on stage When the girls see my face and they all get excited Dogs in the front row bout to start a riot Too loud to be quiet, too wired to be tired Yo E crank this shit up and get it started Get the crowd funky like the whole place farted MC's rest in peace like dearly departed Then it's all in togehther now, let me show you how I do it rock n roll style, and dive in the crowd Murray aint the average MC, I got alotta things But don't act conceited when you see me on the street I hang with the rich, keep it real with the poor Kick hard metaphor, cuz that's what I'm here for Catch me east of the sun or west of the moon Lookin butterfly like a caterpillar just cocooned Smooth like Thug Passion over the rocks So sporty they need to put me on a Wheaties box CHORUS [Keith Murray] Dearly beloved we are gathered here today In a special way to play on baby play The way you shake that ass girl is somethin drastic Fabulous , and fantastic Fly like a B-52 hot stepper Got Latinos yellin, "Wepa, ese loco, da le toto Pese mi culo, pape chulo" Whatever, the more the merrier, the longer the weave the scarier My squad is Def and we aint hearin ya B.E., to think quick with the speed of a cheetah Strip down to my wife beater Baby doll shake what you got, I'm not a playa hater, I just dis alot And don't slam the doors of the Mazzarati Because I, will, slap somebody CHORUS Bring me up somethin nice, cool to drink in this bitch before I Slap somebody Fix me somethin hot to eat before I have to go outside and Slap somebody Throw your hands in the sir from side to side before I Slap somebody FADE OUT |
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Yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo This is for only certain people (word up) This is for all my peoples in the struggle All my peoples in jail All my peoples dyin' to live Verse One: On my way home alone I took the shoertcut through the danger zone Ran into alligator looking Jerome I jumped out the truck all drunk Nuts hanging out the car like "what?" Nigga, I gives a fuck He said "what up" I said "what up" He said "I need to be up" I went in my nuts hit him with a 100 yo He gave me a glare with sparklin' gold teeth And said Yo Keith, your product is always peace Yo son, you know I just got released I was on the block and got bagged by pussy police And they the reason why Calvin is deceased The bullshit will never cease but dough is comin' at least I gave him a pound and a hug Told him "hold it down thug" Peace I'm a fleece cuz its hotter than fish grease We was high as a kite Feelin' kinda petro I metroed My way back to the Montero Before I even made it to the car door I was rushed by 2 jakes and then 2 more so here wew are fightin' through all the excitement I ask What you lockin' me up for? One said Secret Indictment Chorus: (2x) There's nowhere to run Nowhere to hide The gates are locked And you are trapped inside Verse Two: Starin' at the face of the judge With the identical image of a true thug I shoulda smuggled in a shotty (word up) Cuz they tryin' to treat me like I killed somebody And what the D.A. had to say Wasn't justice in no kinda way Under the doc number 284389 We the people recommend upstate time I said your honor I can't even see that far That's when my lawyer started droppin' the repetoir He said your honor These allegations against my client are very undefient Toward the contrary The judge said Mr. Murray didn't I tell you if you in my courtroom again Your ass is gone a long time Then he presumed Plus your a member Of the notorius gang the Legion of Doom He said look at me Thought he shook me I turn around and the bastard Through the book at me I hope this teaches you a lesson A half a million dollar bail Boom This court is in session Verse Three: I reach the tear visions of pair Remind me I'm locked up So I got no chance but not to give a fuck Check out my perspective as it dropped A lock across ya chest And bust ya snotbox Technicalites make me wanna bust chops and cops And murder flocks in all actualities That's a necessity in my recipe Plus it was a black cop that framed me And if it ain't one thing It's another ask my brother Went in jail for one thing Stayed in for another So here I am frustrated Sittin' in jail Thinkin' bout all my unfinished business left in the world I hopped on the jack connect with my connect Told him what I was up against Plus they found a Tech Get the cash together Put up the car and the house We on the jail phone So watch what come out ya mouth In 24 hours I was out But the situation's never ended Cuz the case is pended To be continued |
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"word"- Slick Rick
Intro: Rock on. All my peoples up top rock on. All my peoples down low rock on. All my peoples on the left rock on. All my peoples on the right. Word up. Def Squad rock on. Verse 1: Well it's the supersonical ginintonical Ask your chronicles splatter crews all you hear is ahh and ouhs Time to face the music bring you down to Earth like Poppa Smurf I'm worldwide like on the web in your turf With full fledge rap pack with anxiety attacks For those that thought I wouldn't be back With that bone chillin' horror killin' all on goin' drama Save the rah rah for your mama Bragadoshis prone to static Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin' I can't be dissed so you can stop tryin' And Keith Murray will prevail So you can eat a shit sandwich and go to hell Hook: I got the skunky funky illest funk flow For the glamorous scandalous world of radio "now this song is from all of us to all of them" (x2) Verse 2: Yo I throw the beat up in the cobra clutch Hit it with the Midas touch Dig up in the mic just like a gold rush Never ran never felt the need to run They know not to come cause they all get some I'm still fabulous still mackadoshis My dj still cut it the closest So who's an error when's a never? I melt through your butter leather And then I splatter through your Gucci sweater Deep as a river in a ragin' flood I come with open arms showin' nothin' but love Comin' less than zero modern day hero Deliver hot shit just like Dominos Keep it movin' or get it on Cause money talks and bullshit runs the marathon word is bond Non stoppin' mic shockin' bottles poppin' Word up son you we keep it rockin' Hook Verse 3: I'm like a character and my life is a movie Groupies step to me Do me Try to sue me Because I make a record got money in a car I'm a star? Naw naw naw that's bullshit paw In the black range look ya never ever worry Parked in the front I hear voices sayin' "That's Keith Murray" The name of the game is fame You know the price you recognize the God like Christ Masses of posses packed up schemin' Ladies love me they keep on screamin' Expressin' all the feelin' of the world today Some might listen to my music and try to say Nothin' other than "Yo this shit is dope" And in the everyday life struggle Murray goes for broke From day to day month to month year to year I swear I tear any mic any stage anywhere I be the standards of which excellence is measured So for me to rock all day it'll be my pleasure Hook |
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Motherfucker. You motherfuckers! Verse 1: Keith Murray flips the undergroup cut dope funk flow chromotose So listen close I'm like the undertaker turning rappers into ghosts Host and roast MC's like I'm suppose I can send L.O.D. to bust caps perhaps Bring E and Red and we can kick some raps This track is so sickenin' and bouncin' Make you nod your head so much you need counciling I flow to a rough kind of mode Competition run for cover cause I'm droppin' loads No brainer crossing over in the Range Rover Insainer pack heat like a super nova Keith Murray gets it on and poppin' Shut it down like administrative lockin' Marble face poetry poverty hard Perform like the ? We went from allies to enemies Stingin' like centipedes Sit around and watch death come in threes I burn like lye Gruesome like Faces Of Death parts 1,2,3,4 and 5 Hook: Everyday I got a new style hatchin' This is more than rappin' this is media hyjackin' "As long as I'm alive I'm a keep the vibe 24-7 365"- Redman (x2) Verse 2: I'm a leader without affair Soldier without a past Come around here frontin' and we gonna splash your ass And you feelin' me you drillin' me with maximum intensity Intentionally that's how it's suppose to be Spectacular monster rap or slasher At the nightfall I'm after ya like Blackula I rap with a Blackenstein frame of mind Aircraft fly when I use to push my braids to the side Slide from Keith Jekyle to Murray Hyde My battle cry make niggas wanna just lay down and die It's imparitive that you feel the heritage I provide Comin' courtesy but with no Jive ? freaka, conversatin' through frequent modulations out digital speakers I make you give it all you got don't stop for a breather Turn a rap aethesist into a Def Squad believer Yo Keith Murray can't be touched Plus girls jump in my flow like double dutch What Hook Verse 3: You went from a full course meal to a half chicken wing Girl you gotta grow up if you wanna do your thing You can't make me or break me but hate me greatly Call me on my birthday to try to aggrivate me Cause when I rock I got all the girls with me Got niggas bouncin' off the wall like spider monkey Bury the hatchet in the back of anybody tryin' to match it It's the vulture new fulture gonna scratch it while you catch it There's a hole in the bucket there lies a Nigga dead and stinkin' For sittin' around with his ass stinkin' Flamboyant undunted most wanted Those that don't understand it better get up on it God damn it The life of the party order hits like John Gotti But shhh that's on the low don't tell nobody The scientist of the George ave do work in the lab Test my experiments out on the ave They got you thinkin' but they lyin' anyways So when they gossipin' about us they got nothin' to say Don't play Hook Outro: Yeah yeah yeah once agian the incredible Mr. Murray comin' at you incredible Def Squad unforgeytable. Flippin' the script and all that other good shit We gonna let y'all niggas know to your face what's up. |
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Mass hysteria illusion widespread across the world. Riots are reported in London and the United Nations is calling for an emergency meeting. Verse 1: A-Yo back in the day I sold hand to hand crack Escapin' jail all day to get my money back Starving' so bad that my stomach touched my back Anywhere that I went yo I didn't know how to act Oh his chain is phat Fuck that snatch that flash the gat When all I really wanted to do was rap (1,2 y'all) I've been preparing for this moment for years so step back Cla clack take that catch a heart attack I am the illest MC on the streets today But fans say wack rappers shouldn't come my way But I say I destroy crews like an AK Well OK please explain why you talk this way Cause you can sell a million records and be wack (word up) You can have mad skills and don't sell jack It got my brain racin', heart pacin', fightin' incarceration On the Internet in front of the whole nation In front of the judge with a grudge and no budge And no love That's how it is when you a thug If push comes to shove I rise above And stay dedicated to rap like ghetto love Hook "Ooh street life there's a thousand parts to play Street Life. Until you play your life away ooow" Verse 2: Me and my peeps on the creep deep like sleep Hip in heat in the seat of the jeep The more I try to get out the more I realize I can't So I roll with the beat and sing the war chant The power and the struggle in the concrete jungle And the troubles in the rubbles of the brothers on the bubble And yeah I heard your story your fuckin' niggas bore me On how you goin' out in the blaze of glory You ask Joe you sad as John Doe You can fool some heads but the real niggas know (word up) Niggas try to get on the mic with no skills I got one question for you How that shit feel? You feel you keepin' it real but you fake as a three dollar bill My grandmother has more skill My man A+ put the bug in my ear But don't make me open that door and have to go there Because... Hook Verse 3: Truethfully I went from havin' nothing to eat To eatin' a feast I went from chillin' on the streets to livin' in phat suites I went from a twenty four hour day crime wave To workin' in the studio with E gettin' paid And it ain't no mystery people know the history behind me And if you don't ask somebody on the street But Murray never worry the girls love me very Make a hit record quick fast in a hurry Total captivation domination with conversation That'll be talked about by the younger generation Remedial MCs will always implement violence That's because they ain't got no talent So I suggest you rest and learn about the heart in your chest Never the less fuck who's bein' the best More small rappers unite for world peace (word up) And take back our streets yo Hook |
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(feat. Redman, Erick Sermon, Too $hort)
[Keith Murray (All)] Yeah, ride with me, yeah! Yeah! Ride with me Roll ya down windows and ride with me (Ride with us) Yeah! Bitch (Ride with us) Yeah! (Ride With us) Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us) [Verse 1: Too $hort (Erick Sermon)] Let's smoke this Oakland Indo don't roll down the window Start the car we ain't going to far You know that big booty girl you're always fucking wit? She got a sister, I really want to get Some Georgia girls, some College Park You already fucked when we get to start it off Park in a drive-way, it won't take long Do it like that it goes, on and on You know this the kind of the shit I know you want E made the beat, let me show you something (Yeah) Quite a few hate us, wanna see us play out But we got the formula to get paid now (Word up) You can't stand in the way of success We got the same job but you make much less I remember how it used to be (Like what?) before we had crack If you had a few hundreds in your pocket that was fat [Chorus: Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}] If you feel like smoking then (Ride with us) {Yeah!} Hop the train with no token (Bitch) (Ride with us) {Yeah!} If ya don't give a fuck then (Ride with us) [Keith Murray] Roll ya windows down and (Ride with us) [Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}] If ya got +5 On It+ then (Ride With us) {Yeah!} And if ya hate fake niggas then (Ride with us) {Yeah!} And if ya cool pull triggers then (Ride with us) [Redman (All)] Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us) [Verse 2: Keith Murray (Redman)] Aiyyo, I lick two shots it's heard around the world Check out our forty and a blunt can take a nigga girl (Take a nigga girl) Like E ? don't say nothing I'm hunting (Word) On the microphone, it's the eve of destruction (Yeah!) As the world goes around like passion you get flat in a orderly fashion You was warn like a coming detraction I got playa hated, felt liberated Put em on a burner cause nigga violated (Word! Word!) We scamper like guide dogs through the fog If ya feel like you wanna hop, leap like a frog (Like a frog!) Like a Sergent General, get busy chief (Word up) The fastast way to spell wrong relief is Keith! (Keith!) I leave you ass'd out like a cocain droute Aiyo, can I get a witness like Andre Crotch? (Crotch!) Niggaz need to stop frontin, bitches need to stop stuntin (Word!) Cause they know fuck well they can't stop my production [Chorus: Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}] If ya like smoking then (Ride with us) {Yeah!} Hop the train with no token (Ride with us) {Yeah!} If ya don't give a fuck then (Ride with us) [Redman {Too $hort} (All)] Roll ya windows down and {Beotch!} (Ride with us) [Erick Sermon (All)] And If ya got +5 On It+ then (Ride With us) And if ya hate fake niggas then (Ride with us) And if ya cool pull triggers then (Ride with us) [Redman (All)] Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us) [Verse 3: Redman {Erick Sermon}] Aiyyo, I got the, forty acres without the fucking mule Doc Ike Turner, giving mic's audio abuse {Word up} I smack a big mouth bitch, and her baby sitter and her lesbian friend, and That nigga with her I don't give a fuck I smack blood outta midget My tactics make Evil D say "Come on, kick it!" A black five with rims which could spot me in When I die, I snatch you like Doc Kervorkian So turn the beat up while Narcs got me on sweep up (Uh-huh) I'm lucky, I usually tote more guns than Peter (Ha-ha) I'll fuck you up till where you forehead and cut meat up You wanna box I +Square+ more than Madison Arena (Ding!) Backstabbing bitches and niggas, EAT A DICK! Plus, you never heard the Doc do nothing like this Backstabbing bitches and niggas, EAT A DICK! Plus, you never heard the Doc do nothing like this [Chorus: Erick Sermon (All)] If ya like smoking then (Ride with us) Hop the train with no token (Bitch) (Ride with us) (Yeah!) If ya don't give a fuck then (Ride with us) [All] Roll ya windows down and ride with us [Erick Sermon (All) {Redman}] And If ya got +5 On It+ then (Ride With us) {Yeah!} And if ya hate fake niggas then ( Ride with us) {Yeah!} And if ya cool pull triggers then (Ride with us) [Redman (All)] Roll up ya windows and (Ride with us) [Erick Sermon] Come on ride with us, ride with us Come on, ride with us, ride with us Come on, ride with us, ride with us Ride ride ride ride ride ride ride Come on, then ride with us, ride with us Come on, ride with us, ride ride |
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Get down, get down
Get down, get down Get down, get down Get down, get down Get down, get down Get down, get down Get down, get down Get down, get down Jungle Boogie Jungle Boogie (Get it) Jungle Boogie Jungle Boogie (Get it) Jungle Boogie (Ooh the boogie) Jungle Boogie (Get down) Jungle Boogie (Ah) Jungle Boogie (Shake it around) Jungle Boogie (Get up, then you get down) Jungle Boogie (Boogie, boogie) Jungle Boogie (Boogie, boogie) Jungle Boogie (Brrr) Jungle Boogie (Well ya get down) Jungle Boogie (Get the boogie) Jungle Boogie (Yeah in the jungle) Jungle Boogie (Get down with the boogie) Get down, get down Get down, get down (Yeah) Get down, get down Get down, get down (Yeah) Get down, get down Get down, get down (Jungle Boogie) Get down, get down (The boogie) Get down, get down (The boogie) Get down, get down (Jungle boogie) Get down, get down (Yeah) Get down, get down (Its the boogie) Get down, get down Uh, get it Feel the funk, y'all Let the boogie flow Huh, uh uh Huh, uh uh uh Huh, uh mm' Get down with the boogie Get it, get the jungle boogie Get down Huh, uh, get down with the boogie Said UH, uh Get down Said UH, uh Get down Said UH, uh Get down Said UH, uh Huh, till ya feel it y'all Huh, get down y'all Huh, uh get down Huh, uh y'all get down Uh, oh, with the get down Uh, ughhh Uh, ha, get down Whoooaaaa |
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I grab the Henny and twist the top Guzzle it that's when the reaction starts I split the chalk with the dutch Had the hash in the greenery, then the L get sparked Keith Murray's never smokin on babith Niggas give me dirt and I throw it in the garbage Actual facts, writin exact, sacks of African Black I smoke two back to back I smoke so much I choke out fire alarms With the towel under the door feel the effect of the bar Put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell I inhale a gray smoke full of tram Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM Inahle it through your mouth, freeze like you froze Then *blowing sound*, blow it out yo nose CHORUS: Repeat lines 11-14 2X Me and the Funk Doctor Spot up top on the hop Block two big jig hot shots coppin mots Seasons slice precise, ice 'n' tights Chickenheads that circle the block twice If you chokin then pass cuz it's not a game Bitches hit my blunts and never feel the same They start actin strange and kinda erotic I try to tell her you aint nothin bout no chronic Ahh drats I think I'll take a long walk And light a fat one up for the sargeant general of New York Who determine gettin lifted kill brain cells maybe If it wasn't for weed, niggas would be goin crazy So smell it from afar, comin from the bar Or rushin out when I open up the car door Whether home or party in a bag or a jar Put that lah in the air and represent with a stand form CHORUS 2X I'm not sayin I'ma a pothead, cuz I'm not I'm just sayin that I smoke alot Catch me in V.I.P. smokin with Dennis Scott Or after the show in the parkin lot I only buy weed from a selective few Cuz niggas is wicked and they will get you I ran outta blunts got some paper from your mother She had extra weed so we rolled another No doubt, I hear you out Before I roll my L, I think the cancer part out I'ma kite cuz I missed the buddah spot before the flight And damn we gon be away for like 12 nights So here I am in Amsterdam gettin high again You know what, come to think of it, yo, I'd love a Heineken Inhale it through your mouth, freeze like you froze Then *blowing sound* blow it out yo nose CHORUS |
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Yo shit is real dog, you know?
Stay out the web, 'cause once you get caught up in the web That's it, you know? They get you they got you good Yo do the knowledge, take notice, stay focused Shit is real, and it's real hard out there, for a black nigga [verse 1] Ayo the way they doin me I can't stand it Branded as a social bandit, but I'm a man and i'ma handle it I'm not the first and I won't be the last Just look how they did pac and tyson in the past Yo at times, sometimes, I feel like I'm cursed Because my life done went from bad to worse Through all the stressful moments and all of the worry I'ma still remain the same keith murray Because I know deep in my heart God is on my side If I gotta do my time, then i'ma do my time They label you wrong, when you try to do right And then they wonder why a con is so uptight I'm just livin proof, of when you livin the truth I been goin through bad times, since I was a youth Now look, they got me locked in jail People wonderin will I prevail or fail But only time will tell My mind, just now and then Lookin down the corridors and wonders what might have been It was a bad day [verse 2] Yo, I wouldn't even stand here and lie to you, yeah it's true All the shit that you hear about I'm goin through And we good people at heart jesus knows that we try So I wonder why we get a break no time My little sister just died, and the judge let me fry And now I gotta kiss my lil daughter goodbye All the pressure, make me wanna grab the tech off the dresser But understand that don't make you a man So I address the, situation best way that I can With a letter to the senator, from the lyrical political prisoner That the system label a sinister In jail while I confess my sins to the minister It's enough to make a nigga go a-wall But for now I leave it in the hands of the lord It's a real situation we all go through You know, unfortunately, today was a bad day Word, recognize, I'm no different from you You no different from me, you know It was a bad day [verse 3] No slack for the rapper, no rest for the worried Now everybody in the world heard of keith murray When the hype dies down and reality sets in We all goin through the same thing for a friend And it ain't nothin good in the hood Your own people will stab you in the back Set you up and get you good From the start, I came from the heart Giuliani got the nerve to oppose the million youth march They confiscated my passport, though I might of boated I'm young black and dangerous that's why I got railroaded And magazines, as if it's been misquoted, let it be noted They can't break me to the streets I'm forever devoted Yo I'm tellin you man, this is life, you gotta live this life Would you fall, would you make it, you never know Today was a bad day Livin proof of the truth, locked the f**k up, on some bullshit You know, you livin, right or wrong It was a bad day But yo keep your shit tight, 'cause when the get you they get you good I had a bad day Yeah, I understand you had a bad day |
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I'ma take you back to day one, livin in this New York slum It's deaf to the dumb, only break bread with some Moms left at 15, had no American dreams To this day, I'm sellin to my cousin who's a fiend No one would got me but my older brother Little did we know the dirt we did fell back on my mother But didn't care back then, that's why she left like that Now my parents became the street, and it's best like that [Verse 2] Some nights I pray to God and ask him to pull my cord Cuz times is hard like the opposite street'll leave you scarred Street wise with no respect for authority and shit A chronic hustler of crack, a typical bitch Raised by madu who strung out on a glass dick But every now and then I blessed her with a hit So she don't have to trick It's prevalent amongst kids today Hustle krills, stack dough, and everything's okay HOOK It's the emancipation proclamation under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation (I gotta live) It's the emancipation proclamation under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation (and I gotta live) [Verse 3] My life in this world wasn't about diamonds and pearls It was rough growin up around the boys and girls After daddy left, shit was a mess, momma stressed But I give her an award, cuz damn she tried her best Holdin down the household, barely had money to fold Christmas time, cherished our little shit like gold I can't front, daddy was still there for me, cared for me But him and mommy breakin up was like a nightmare to me [Verse 4] Yo this is for the younger fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers Success is nothin if it aint if it was with the others We gotta make the best out of this terrible situation If not for us, for the younger generation We gotta break the chain, and deal with the pain For all our people that was slayed in vain (revenge) For all our peoples that was falsely framed (revenge) For all our peoples that's livin the name HOOK [Verse 5] Let me show, I gotta love L.O.D., they put me under the wing And then I teamed up with the most beautiful thing In the world, cuz L.O.D. we all we got I'm a fans and my mans keep it like it or not I know it hurts, havin to do everyday dirt Police all over my back, feel like bustin them jerks When I'm my road to the riches, I stay away from snitches And them bitches, and keep my mind on business [Verse 6] Life was tough so I became aggressive like a pit The only time I felt relaxed was when the blunt was lit Thinkin me and my team can be tight like the gambino Muscle in the hustle scene respected like Leno It gets deeper than the words of Proverbs New thoughts emerge, as I cop the squat on the curb Thinkin the herb strengthen my brain like spinach And heavy shine, flooded with ice might reduce my self spirts [Verse 7] Stick em, my life is so real it hurts Like when I saw my pops bein driven off in a hearse Like when I saw my mother bein driven off in a hearse Like you school when the roach crawl out my shirt Like on Thanksgiving when we got free food from the church Back then it was DJ Red Alert and Kool Herc Rockin been stripe knees and latigra shirts Back then L.O.D. was puttin in work From the cradle to the grave We all in the struggle, we gon struggle, we gon strive to stay alive All my real people know what I'm talkin about Watch each other backs Word up, my life is nothing without my niggas, word up |
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