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Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it So many of us done lost lives to the streets As we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em Hopin that the Lord let me see the millenium Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways I know it's wrong but it's hard to change All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game Lookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent Faced with rejection, early age stressin But now ten years later with doodoo respect I'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks Showin love to my peeps and my love don't change Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days Might sound strange, but I just can't run away I can't run, run, it might sound strange but I just can't run away I can't run, no, run away Touch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good Never, I still got love for the neighborhood And even though now it's infested with gunplay on most days like Bootsy I can't stay away Cause if I s like y'all s on me Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies? I can't turn my head on my folks so I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto How come everytime we get some change in our can we run away and try to move out as far as we can? I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse than a de |
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Artist: Mack 10
Album: Bang or Ball Title: Connected For Life feat. Ice Cube, W.C., Butch Cassidy [Verse 1: Mack 10] I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go! Check all my traps and dodge to Fedco I'm all up the mix like a fuckin collage And out in the garage, is a Bentley Onage With the brains blowed out, so the suns beaming I got the jackers drooling and the hoes feinding Since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype I got big deals, big skrill, big wheels, big pipes [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Twenty-inches roll ? goin' get these hoes Picky hoes - wanna roll with my Negroes Be a freak about it and I'm a see about it Speak about it, no bitch, I'm a be about it Who want some of this, West running this Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch She's a dummy bitch - where the money pit? You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this [Verse 3: W.C.] What that connect like? Nigga three time felon. Six-double-0 West selling, rich, rebellin'. Throw it up; hold it up, guns bust, four fingers up, Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed. Chevy mashin', dipping the ass n' killin' a zaggin. 44' mag'n and toe tagging Dub the hood phantom and I'm in a blue phantom. In front of the club, I'm valet, dumpin' a tall can of magnum, trick. [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] What is it like? Tossing 'em hoes And rolling on fools on them fo's Flossing 'em chains, we doing big thangs And busting on punks at close range This is the way us gangsta's roll Sit back and watch as it unfolds Bitches and suckas done so cold Ahhh! This is the life we chose [Verse 4: Mack 10] Dope money and rapping shit I'm all with it And all I know is streets, so this is how I spit it Chicken hawk see a bird, and I gotta get it So if ya hood come up short, then I'd probably did it and if your momma thick then I gotta hit it The Trojans gotta be a magnum for me to fit it If its sherm on a stick then I probably lit it The red beam is on your wig so I probably split it [Verse 5: Ice Cube] To all them bitches that think they bootylicious I think they nutritious- I think they do dishes I make 'em three wishes - of takin' they pictures And spending they riches- I fuck 'em they bitches Ego-maniac, little homies call me brainiac Ice Cube is an ass-hole, and it ain't an act So take a hit of that - and remember that Where my motha-fuckin' niggas and my bitches at? [Verse 6: W.C.] Tr-i-ick I'm W.C, the rider of the clique. Like a dragon its nothin' but fire when I spit And I can't shake these ghetto ways I street rich nigga eatin' a bag of lays Some rubber bands some braids From the turf for the sirens and ambulance Where we keep the pistols smoking like Afghanistan It's the gangsta, the killa, the dope dealer Back for more figgas-, so trick, bow down and pour the liquor, bitch! [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 2X What is it like? Tossin 'em hos And rollin' on fools on them vogues Flossin' 'em chains, we doin' big thangs And busting on punks at close range This is the ways us gangsta's roll Sit back and watch as it unfolds Bitches and suckas done so cold Ahhh! This is the life we chose [Repeat 2X] It's plain to see you can't change me Cause I'm a be Connected For Life [Mack 10 {Talking}] Yeah! Westside Connect gang for life Butch Cassidy, Manny Fresh you're a fool for this b-boy uh, uh, uh |
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Damn, Hollywood, land of how you do's
Movie stars, take two's, lights, camera Where's my leadin' lady? Out here in Hollywood you see so many games Characters with so many names and faces Counterfeit to the core, the bullshit they believe I get a migraine tryin' to decipher who's who When the life of the trife [Incomprehensible] Who can you believe? May be my folks Craine and Dean What you wearin', how many carats? What you drivin', don't worry about what I'm in What you makin', nigga, what's the price on you? Look at your chain, call that ice, homie? You ain't gangsta, my clothes ain't tight on me You where nut huggers and drink Christian Brothers with fake ID A fraud ain't shit to me, a skinny broad is a bitch to me Get a little fame and change up, fake gangsta Hollywood made up bitch niggers, straight up And them black born and stuck, fucked It's hard to breathe with no love, no freight touch I make hits daily, need a few? I got 'em I coulda loaned you one or two But Aftermath bought 'em, ironic ain't it? I'm the CEO, judge, jury and the plaintiff Sayin' fuck Hollywood Who are you, what you'll say you'll do And why you let them get the best of you? Hollywood I know you call it V.I.P. But let me tell you what it means to me It's Hollywood Somebody tossed you some game With some fame and you burned your back Motherfucker, how lame is that Even arranged for you pains to exist and beyond the map Oh high as a diddy ass bugie niggas, actin' like video bitches You ain't pimpin', you switchin' and Hollywierd livin', bullshittin' Got no time for time for that Cut, print, check the gate, that's a wrap And if one more rude Hollywood bugie bitch steps to me High steppin' like she better than me I'ma put it to her direct one and correctly, like this See, if you knows when too damn hard to see That a real girl cut bitches all the way to [Incomprehensible] (Hey, are you a model, actress?) Save your drama for the movies That role you play, is it the life you live? Are you one hundred percent positive Or did you just forget when you got here? To this place of the misguided, them niggers tryin' to blend in Hollywood Who are you, what you'll say you'll do And why you let it get the best of you? Hollywood I get you call it V.I.P. But let me tell you what it means to me It's Hollywood Yeah, but the Truth Hurts Hollywood, Hollywood |
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| 3:04 |
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I come to find out
all these years man The game wont wait no matter who you are Where you are or how you are The game wont wait Its a cold thang its a cold game You know how it is Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Now all I see is we The LBC 213s Cheese and please and the reason the season The click's off the heezy MrWarren G Z Gots to make it easy for Snoop D Z They come back and drop raps and make snaps so easy The most hunted and most wanted With a pocket full of hundreds you know how we run it Snoop D woop pass the MIC Anticipation 213 We contemplate and regulate Now we got the game tight its money to make The game wont wait but you can wait for the game Worldwide tour with skirts screamin our name The hits dont stop because the game wont change all we goin to do is maintain The hits dont stop because the game dont wait I got no time for no payin much rate I gotta go out and buy some brand new clothes change my socks before they reveal my toes The hits dont stop because the game dont wait And the girls dont stop because the dick is straight let me teach you what I already know the hits dont stop so Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because the game dont Now its the second time around ain't no phonies any fakes Let me holla at cha tryin to snake my stakes you older than me you say OG you almost 40 tryin to stay young and sporty Sport you roll me those and stay in ya place Before you see all stars right up in ya face Youngsta never bite the hand thats feeds you Proceed to get back to your folks the loccs that need you We do we always keep it on the true 213 thats the name of the crew Its true that the dirt i did As a kid got me caught up but I was brought up With the MO if a DO so play your info Youngster I been doin this before I hit the radizzo Snoop D Z is off the heezey So you can make mine extra cheesy The crew's a twist cuz it consists of 3 riders eastsiders one love The hits dont stop because the game won't change All we ever wanted was a smal l time rap chain Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont The shit keeps movin it'll never stop Long as we able to make hit roccs Long as a papa can't stop my flow The shit don't stop I gotta make my flow The shit don't stop if you intend to take The shit don't stop its companies we break Take all the money and toss them hoes The shit don't stop thats just Game dont wait Shit dont stop because the game dont wait Shit dont stop because the game dont wait Shit dont stop because the game dont wait Shit dont stop because the game dont wait Shit dont stop because the game dont wait |
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Bounce rock roll and skatin
Bounce rock roll and skatin Dippin down the street on platinum Daytons [Kurupt] I been all around the world Japan to Amsterdam Hittin like switches Dippin hit the switches which is One reason why I gotta make mine 'Cause these fools on the street tryin to take mine Wassup ladies Times gettin shady You gotta lipstick wit it That's why I'm sick wit it Hard to maintain in this world of pain But I'ma serve these rhymes like dimes of Caine (check it out) Why can't we just chill and get along, motherfucker? But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker Relax, me and Baby S got it macked to the tee Just ride with me Battlecat in the back with a sack on deez Ridin' with the young OG's (OG's) Dippin down Shaw, fuck all of y'all As I bounce rock skate on threes [Chorus:] We can freak it, freak if you want to, dine if you want to, but, 'Cause since I came and you know [x2] [Baby S] Let me tell you how I started on the grind for mine Livin life in my rear view S, nigga hear you About to drop the bomb Record one and blue calm, and Yukons And John hook my shit up bomb Who controllin? Rollin with my nigga from the Pound Put my shit in cruise control with bitches all around Make me feel like a G one more He once smoked For free, now its all about the G's and me [Kurupt] Oh yeah! Blaze up a whole sack to the head We wear khakis nigga, FUCK jeans I'm sure all the G's know what I mean Lil locs, young g's and og's We on the smash for cash and that's it We hit the stash and dash and that's it We don't flash we mash we blast shit And we don't give a fuck about a bitch but uh [Chorus] Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga [x8] Why you trippin wit me? Won't you kick it with me? By my glock Combinin nots I got me somebody mad as shit While all the rest of y'all is mad as shit I'm dippin down the street in a sky blue Bentley Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently Ten of the homies made a left But they all ride with Kurupt, Cat, and Baby S, so uh [Chorus to Fade] |
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| 10. |
| 4:47 |
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[Hook 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson]
Ohhh-ohh-oh-ohhh-ohhh... (Oh-hooo!) Yeahhh, yeahh, yeah, yeahhhh... (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) [Chorus 2X's] Beautiful, I just want you to know (Oh-hooo!) You're my favorite girl... (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) I know you gon' lose it, this new Snoop shit Come on baby boo, you gotsta get into it (Oh-hooo!) Don't fool wit the playa with the cool whip Yeah-yeah, you know I'm always on that cool shit Walk to it, do it how you do it Have a glass, lemme put you in the mood and, (Oh-hooo!) Lil' cutie lookin' like a student Long hair, wit'cha big fat booty Back in the days you was a girl I went to school wit Had to tell your moms and sister to cool it (Oh-hooo!) The girl wanna do it, I just might do it Here to walk wit some pimp-pimp clue wit' Mommy don't worry, I won't abuse it Hurry up and finish so we can watch 'Clueless' (Oh-hooo!) I laugh at these niggas when they ask who do this But everybody know who girl that you is [Chorus 2X's] [Verse 2] When I see my baby boo, shit, I get foolish Smack a nigga that tries to pursue it (Oh-hooo!) Homeboy, she taken, just move it I asked you nicely, don't make the Dogg lose it We just blow 'dro and keep the flow movin' In a '64, me and baby boo cruisin' (Oh-hooo!) Body rag interior blue, and Have them hydralics squeakin' when we screwin' Now she's yellin', hollerin' out Snoop, and Hootin', hollerin'; hollerin', hootin' (Oh-hooo!) Black and beautiful, you the one I'm choosin' Hair long and black and curly like you're Cuban Keep groovin', that's what we doin' And we gon' be together until your moms move in... (Oh-hooo!) Pharrell: Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you... [Chorus & Hook: 2X's] [Bridge 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson] ...See I just want you To know that you are really special... Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why... [Verse 3] Snoop Dogg Clothing, that's what I'm groomed in You got my pictures on the wall in your room-in (Oh-hooo!) Girls be complainin' you keep me boomin' But girls like that wanna listen to Pat Boone (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) You's a college girl, but that don't stop you from doin' Come and see the Dogg in a hood near you-in (Oh-hooo!) You don't ask why I roll wit a crew, and Twist up my fingers and wear dark blue-in (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) On the eastside, that's the crew I choose Nothin' I do is new to you (Oh-hooo!) I smack up the world if they rude to you (Ehh...) 'Cause baby girl you so beautiful... [Chorus 2X's] [Bridge 4X's] |
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| 3:30 |
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Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta (yeah, who is it)
The girls all pause (Roscoe) Dogg Pound (Nate Dogg, Kurupt) DOGG POUND (h.g) Where the gangsta's at?? (woof! woof!) (shhhhh) Where the gangsta's at?? (check it out) (Kurupt) When the gangsta's came, see its the same ol' gang Same ol' gangsta gang, its the same old thang Just new days and new ways to twist Its like this, the gangsta's came and the.... Girls all pause (Nate Dogg) When I tell you lately Seems no one can fade me It just might drive you crazy Watching gangsta's walk (gangsta's walk) (Kurupt) Gin and juice, hen and coke, Rum and coke, and five ounces of dope In the middle of the twist, in the cud of smoke Where my dogs, are the hogs, O.G's and loc's All the.... Girls all pause (Nate Dogg) Got 10 girls that pay me Just so they can lay me And when they come to see me, I just drop my drawers Girls all pause (Nate Dogg) When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk) And make 'um wanna leave with you (girls all pause) When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's talk) And make 'um wanna leave with you (girls all pause) (Kurupt) When I came in, ramming, With my pistol and my cannon I wanna get somethin' blew off now Dogg Pound Gangsta's with the gangsta sound We make the.... World go round (Nate Dogg) Girls they make me wiery Homies try to steer me But I stay on my own street they might steer me wrong (girls all pause) (Roscoe) She say I'm young, but I'm cute The kind of guy she likes, in room 802444 But she gone lie tonight, but one things fo' sho When Roscoe creeps slow through the do' The... Girls all pause (Nate Dogg) Bust in right behind her Ask for the vagina After this I'll find ya, when the lights come on (girls all pause) When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk) And make 'um wanna get wit you (girls all pause) When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's talk) And make 'um wanna get wit you (girls all pause) (Kurupt) Walkin', talkin', gangsta G D.P.G, seein' sob said uncomplete me The homies at the local swapmeet Dippin' through the hood, gold feet with beats And make the... Girls all pause (Nate Dogg) This ones for the homies Actin' like they know me When you move slowly, so nobody falls (girls all pause) (Kurupt) AYYY! yellin' through, bailin' through, tellin' you, I'm a G, ganstafied, do or die, homicide, G's ride, I ride, we ride, what that D.P.G like?? We ride by and the.... Girls all pause (Nate Dogg) When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk) And make 'um wanna get wit you (girls all pause) When the gangsta's hit the room (girls all pause) And they all say the same ol' thang (Kurupt) Gangsta Boogie 30x's (Nate Dogg) Girls all pause |
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Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood like everybody from the hood is up to no good.
You think all the girls around here are trickin' up there lookin' like Superchicken At night I see your light through my bedroom window But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil I can't wait till I hear you say "I'm going down, mayday, mayday." I'm gonna clown Cause every time that the pigs have got me y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi military force, but we don't want ya standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher "So fly like an eagle." But don't follow us wherever we go The shit that I'm saying, make it's heard Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird "Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" "Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" Now...My homey's here to lick on a trick for a Rolex And let me try the four next Now the four I was driving was hotter than July looked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom "Calling all cars, I think we've got em." I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood I think I drove through every single hood South Central, Compton and Watts Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops Wish I had a genie with about three wishes Metal flake green on D's I look suspicious You know that I'm running Shit, I hear it humming Fuck, I see it coming Is it a bird? Yup Is it a plane? No I hit me a right on El Segundo Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala Let's see if they would folla me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another met me a baby pitbull and his mother Ran up in some peoples house and looked out of the window I wish it was my ten-four had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third Cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird "Just put his hat, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat back on. Errr, he's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115 miles an hour, with the police chasing him. Ehm, they're not gonna be real happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh... Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse." Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him could you please give me the keys to the B.M.? See, I didn't want to bank you but don't make me bank you, thank you Tried to get yo the hood, and you might guess that a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus Incognito, Ghetto Eagle Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?" I bust me a left from Rubellon. Park The 735 and I'm bailin' Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug man, She helped me run like Harriet Tubman Looked out the window by the black bed I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed Then the light from the bird hit me in the face I close the blinds cause I didn't wanna catch a case All that night, I heard the bird circle while I was eating fish and watching Urkel She said I could sleep on the couch By two A.M. I was digging her out Fuck the ghetto bird "Which way is he going now?" "Ok, now..now he's..he's actually southbound..on a service street.. and, uh...Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure out which service street he suddenly turned off on. Uh, the sheriffs are..are...well I know that... sheriffs ground units got thrown off" Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird |
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Back with some shit that gots to bump
As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk Just to floss you like a motherfuker, clownin' their shit Gots the Dana's on your hootie and your fly ass bitch Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe If she proper, I'ma pop her the hole hopper It's back on the track With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack So Daz, step up on the ass And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK That I bring as I slang like cavy Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy Had he not known about the city I'm from Long Beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back Here I come, stompin' in my kakhi suit BG from the hood can fuck Eastwood God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling But did you raise up all this nuts? Cause Dr. Drizzay's about to rizzip shit up [Daz] Chiggie check [Dre] Microphone check one [Daz] Chiggie check [Dre] Microphone check two [Daz] Chiggie check [Dre] Microphone check three [Snoop] You tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E Now check me out, it's back to the old school Where the niggaz get their strap on, don't nobody cap on Slap on some D-R-E Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double G-Y D-O-double G Real G'z who drop K's, protect these N-U-T, so nigga please Peep out my manuscript You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit (Beeyatch!!) So recognize game from the gangsta Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em It's real easy to see So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double G I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street I heard you wanna fuck with Dre You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row I heard you wanna fuck with Dre You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street |
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It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G. is on the streets, trying to consume some skirts for the eve, so i can get some funk just rollin' in my ride, chillin all aloneJust hit the eatside of the L.B.C. on a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of skirts ain't no need to tweak all you skirts know what's up with 213So I hooks a left on the 21 to Lewis some brothas shootin dice so i said 'let's do this' I jumped out the ride, and said'what's up?' some brothas pulled some gats so i said 'i'm stuck' Since these girls peepin me i'ma glide and swerve these hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb gonna think of better things than some horny tricks i see my homey and some suckers all in his mix I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth they took my rings, they took my rolex I looked at the brothas and said 'damn, what's next?' They got my homey hemmed up and they all around ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown i besta pull out my strap and lay them busters downThey got guns to my head I think I'm going downI can't believe this happened in my home town If I had wings I could flylet me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn coldnow they droppin and yellin it's a tad bit lateNate Dogg and Warren G. had to regulate I laid all them busters downI let my gat explode now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode if you want skirts step back and observe I just left a gang of those over there on the curbnow Nate got the freaks and that's a known factbefore i got jacked I was on the same track back up back up cuz it's onN-A-T-E and methe Warren to the GJust like I thought they were in the same spotin need of some desperate help the Nate Dogg and the G-childwere in need of something else one of them dames was sexy as hellI said 'ooh i like your style' she said 'my car's broke down and you seem real nice,''would you let me ride?' I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell the next stop is the east side motelI'm tweakingonto a whole new levelG-Funk stpe to thisI dare yafunkon a whole new level the rythmn is the base and the base is the treblechordsstringswe bringsmelody G-Funkwhere rythmn is lifeand life is rythmnIf you know like I know you don't wanna step to thisit's the G-Funk erafunked out with a gangster twist if you smoke like I smokethen you high like everydayand if your ass is a buster 213 will regulate
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| 4:07 |
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Feat. Nas, T-Boz
[Nas] Circumstances are like my first fight I lost It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping Oh shit, this little nigga's thugging I mean, I was thirteen I was nursing a knot on my face But chose another time and a place That I would avenge my last fight cuz the same shit Ain't gonna happen that just happened last night Knuckle-game changed quicker than lighting Hit 'em or slice 'em Either stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife I tried to give another nigga advice, shoot dice Do plenty of shit cuz this life, how many you get? How many niggas do you know get two? Besides a nigga who snitch to skip a life-bid Be one in your crew I don't respect killas, I respect those with knowledge Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance Lessons, catch your mental to a young disciple Focus, take care of your brothers, niggas do as I do Keep your enemies close, where they can see you It not your enemy who get you It's always your own people It's always your own people It's always your own people It's always your own people It's always your own people [T-Boz] Mass confusion, in my head Killing me, driving me mad I be wondering, can I trust my friends? Cuz they stab me in my back everytime they can? Am I paranoid? and if that's the case Is it curable? Can you help me find my place? I can't handle this, I'm losing it With the loose grip I'm hanging on to emptiness help your brother, save him from the Evil demons, in between us, came between us [Scarface] I know you hate me, don't you I bet you sitting, wishing my time never came You probably rather see me die in the game You probably rather see me die in a plane Well ya'll see me up on top of my dough I get my money shit changed And niggers start looking at me different than this I'm down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch But I'ma tell a motherfucker like this You going good is what you come up against Nigger you get what you get So the grass is greener on the other side of the fence But any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench I'ma starter while you riding the bench You saying you a player, weel I'm the one designing your prints Something to go by, to let these niggers know I Don't believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna die Best friends since high school seniors The homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us [T-Boz] Mass confusion, in my head Killing me, driving me mad I be wondering, can I trust my friends? cuz they stab me in my back everytime they can? Am I paranoid? and if that's the case Is it curable? Can you help me find my place? I can't handle this, I'm losing it With the loose grip I'm hanging on to emptiness Help your brother, save him from the Evil demons, in between us, came between us |
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| 3:16 |
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Chorus: repeat 2X I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (RAGE!)
[Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self Verse One: The Lady of Rage I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must It's the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a This grand diva's runnin shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a lyrical murderer... I'm servin em like two scoops of chocolate Check it how I rock it I'm the one that's throwin bolos, ya better roll a Rolo to find out I'm the number one solo, uhh The capital R-A now take it to the G-E I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin child No need to say mo', check the flow Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know Chorus Verse Two: The Lady of Rage Now I'm hittin MC's like hit MC's like (""Hoo-yu-ken!"") *Street Fighter sound* Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks So put your money on the bread winner I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners I got the tongue that is outdone anyone from the rising to the setting of the sun or the moon, I consume the room with doom When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM! I'm hittin so hard you could say it's a grand, slam, dunk, punks get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk of the rhythm (fresh) that I give em Let it hit em, split em, did it now I'm rid of em, yeah I put that on my unborn kids Rage in effect so you know how it is Chorus 2X Verse Three: The Lady of Rage Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit Ohh shit, I'm the shit! You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie I pi-ty the fool, that gets with the lyrical murderer cause my shit is rude (OOOH!) You wanna get with the wickedness? With that big bot-ty that's kickin it, rippin it apart like Jason You'll be, chasin a dream like Freddy are you ready for the cream de la creme? I'm steam pressurin those who ain't measurin up I keep competitors stuck in the muck with they butt up, what chu wanna nut up like cashew, don't you know that I will mash you? For real That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farmville, VA (So what you gotta say?) Chorus 2X Huhh I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?) I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) (repeat 4X) Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest (Yeah) Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest I am the uhh, wickedness (RAGE!) Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo' The indo blow and the grass grow Snoop Doggy Dogg still don't love a hoe But you gotta give credit when credit is due Women back down and bow down to my motherfuckin homegirl The Lady Of Rage She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs Handcuffed and she busts And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shit up Y'know what I'm sayin |
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Makaveli in this, Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty (Uhh, feel me!) And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me, eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la I ain't a killer but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listening Seeing niggaz coming for me, and my diamonds, when they glistening Now pay attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killing fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go Deep inside the solitary mind of a madman who screams In the dark evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus Mama told me never stop until I bust a nut Fuck the world if they can't adjust It's just as well Hail Mary Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers, never realize The precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin', institutionalized I lived my life a product, made to crumble But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin' Catch me Father please, cause I'm fallin', in the liquor store That's the Hennessey I hear ya callin', can I get some more Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do One life to live but I got nothing to lose, just me and you On a one way trip to prison, selling drugs We all wrapped up in this living, life as thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doing they bid Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark Thuggin' eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la <b>Kastro</b> They got a APB, out on my Thug family Since Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down, K blasted off of Hennessey and Thai Chronic, mixed it, now I'm twisted, blisted, and high Visions of me thug livin' getting me by Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs When I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugs <b>Young Noble</b> Peep the whole scene and whatever's going on around me Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feeling rowdy Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers On the regular mashing in a stolen black Ac' Integra Cocked back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse From a Thug to preaching church, I gave you love now you eating dirt Needing work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle till dawn That's when sun came up, it's only one way up Hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we rate beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealing with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate If it's on then it's on, we rate beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealing with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la (Repeats in background) <b>Prince Ital</b> We've been traveling on this weary road Long time til I be take off this load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everything will come real Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everything will come real Yes we free like the bird in the tree We running from the penitentiary This is the time for we liberty Hail Mary, Hail Mary Come with me, Hail Mary Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die La la-la la la, la la la Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days |
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