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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
[Mia X] [Mystikal] You sho' you ready? (Fuckin right.. nigga what?!) MC.. (Whoa) This is your motherfuckin time nigga, you ready? (Huh bro?) Fuck that mask we don't need no mask they know who we is anyway! What we gon' do, is go in here, handle our business Take everything and break out You feelin me? [gun cocks] [Mia X] Well let's let them niggaz have it We got the clout in this bitch so don't be fuckin around This is a stick, up, MC's lay it down Got the rap game locked, spittin what they feelin Makin all the money, got em say we rackateering Y'all fearing No Limit, black owned and operated Uncle Tom's and Lil' Sambo's get annihilated Y'all ain't tolerated, cause only soldiers ride with T-R-U On the Tank full of lyricists, hustlers, and gorillas Killers, and we do what we gotta do to make it happen All action, all cappin, fuck yappin Mappin, out the industry, gon' blow this joint and take the royalties, the publishin and all the points right with us It's the Black Prince and the Biggest Mama Shootin sparks from the top of the Billboard charts Watch out now, don't nobody move, cause you gon' lose Then we takin everything, cause we brought the right tools [ Chorus: Fiend [repeat 2X]] Give it up, give it up, or get fucked up It's gon' happen point blank range, so don't even duck We lust to bust, turnin bitches to dust Black Prince in this bitch with the Biggest Mom of em all Always your ass if you don't give it up [Mystikal] Out of sight, when we unite, like killers and George Slowly, unlock the safe on the wall Stop disrespectin the pistol I'm pointin at y'all Cut up that fuckin remake, and give me that sample Buck buck! Get down, get on your face or get handled Bitch keep still 'fore I make an example Bag the loot then, cover the camera Give me the fuckin recoup, you 'sposed to be payin me! Snatch a fuckin hostage then run out with the manager Fuck it, gotta have my paper, fortune and fame Lay it down so the bitches won't forget my name! [GUN FIRES] Listen close motherfucker If you don't meet my demands, this nigga gon' suffer This ain't no fucking game, and ain't none of this funny If you want this nigga to live, then gimme your company! [ Chorus ] |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
A tell me what's your name? [Mystikal] MC Mystikal [Fiend] What's your alias? [Mystikal] I'm the prince of the South [Fiend] What's your thing? [Mystikal] I ain't playing with your bitch ass [Fiend] So boy what'd you say? [Mystikal] Here I go here I go Bitch I'll backslap or backstab after that kidnap a whack rap [Mystikal] Bring it louder if you coming to rap Your arms to short your legs to small I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog Break it in two and TRU so do By myself I can take you and you and you and you Straight forward like Kerri Kittles Nigga's head bob very little Gooder than a whole hand full of skittles Evil with feedback when I turn on the mic I'm the spritz that has to "Chsssss" when you open your Sprite No fight no war no brawl y'all ain't ready When they see me their eyes get big arms get sweaty [Mystikal] Enough to go around you know exactly how it go down In house uptown big boys throw down Out of control ballers from Bagwood back to New Orleans If it'll make ya feel good that's what you can call it [Mystikal] What's your name!? [Mac] Mac the Don, motherfucker [Mystikal] What's your alias? [Mac] Shell Shocked nigga [Mystikal] What's your thing? [Mac] Murder murder murder murder [Mac] Wooooaaaaah [Mystikal] Nigga what'd you say? [Mac] Who rocks it? I play the plug you play the socket Y'all got your pieces nicked lets cock it Y'all niggas fail so now y'all trying to jock it Now how I get your open knock and lock it My formula's trill (watch it watch it) These fake ass niggas are blocking With niggas with them ill times are rocking He lifts and cocked it Suckers are toxic I'm all about what's falling in my pocket I'll be the one they wanna share that cock with Your just that nigga that they wanna shock with You never hit it told your niggaz you did it You probably ate it Laid back and masturbated Take them fake wood strips off the side of you ride Cause real niggas keep their war on the inside that's money with pride Shell shock niggas We on the block niggas Fiend cocked in 98 We bought more figures and triggers We be murder murder too So have my money or have my shit And oh tell your little sister to stay up off my dick! [Mystikal] What's your name!? [Fiend] Capitol F-I-E-N-D [Mystikal] What's your alias? [Fiend] I'm Mr. Get it on Jones [Mystikal] What's your thing? [Fiend] I'm the one that call the Shotti [Mystikal] What'd you say? [Fiend] Whomp Whomp! Whomp whomp whomp! [Fiend] I'm the decided private miscontorting to fire on me Bringing you extra clips and jeans favorite style's sareen Mr. Get it on Jones I noticed I didn't drop the phone If it's on then it's on Mister stay loaded up the zone I stay rolling on some chrome Mr. Bad ass nigga ?????????????????? My verbal class can kill ya I'm a mad man killer Warning no hommie can turn ya to thugs and drug dealers So what the fuck up nigga Expect me to be discrete Ya have ????? can't beat a handicapped Well you bitches beneath me like athletes feet as for me I mastered the art of MC It was all before BC Wanna see me? cutting on over to quicker death Close your eyes and hold your breath Bet you niggas are set for ghettos soon to be junk That whore pushing that store Got lyrical ???? up I'm Mr. War war [Mystikal] What's your name? [Silkk] Silkk the Shocker! [Silkk] Mister! [Mystikal] What's your alias? [Silkk] I'm a made man nigga! [Mystikal] What's your thing? [Mystikal] Nigga what'd you say? [Silkk] AAAAAAHHHHHH! [Silkk] (Mister!) Mister hang with real thugs Mister's real blood Mister shoot real slugs Mister don't shoot blanks I never feel shit except from the ghetto And I don't feel love Nigga I'm out there pissed without this nook I see a club Mister hit your block Mister hit your spot Nigga what? Mister you better duck the fuck down or Mister's getting shot Come and get me Come on come with me I'm gonna find you some hurting I drop flies that hurt the same time I hit the horn street man tries to hurt me Let me negotiate my contract on the beach he got me some ends Look turned 19 look nigga I got me a Benz You know me see that nigga gonna flock with the rocks in his hands He ain't worth a cop just to block his rocks and then ran I check my flow last year only got better So cold now if it's hot I can still rock leather Mister ain't NO L-I-M-I- to the T (That's Mac that's Fiend, Mystikal your Silkk the Shocker) Yeah that's me! [Silkk] What's your name? [Mystikal] MC Mystikal [Silkk] What's your alias? [Mystikal] I'm the prince of the South [Silkk] What's your thing? [Mystikal] I ain't playing with your bitch ass [Silkk] What'd you say? [Mystikal] The mans right here
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from Fiend - Street Life (1999)
Verse one:
36 ounces of thousand in grams I ain't never had shit, now I plot to piss or a stick Ain't nothing in my jeans but some lint and some dick Who wanna hunger young rick Thinking I can't get, out the situation I'm 'bout to make these bitches sick Since a little nigga, started to vision nigga Now when dophines' surely come, I know how much to give her Single bags to dimes, dimes, tens to twhomp twhomps Catch me in the set and I'ma have what'cha want want Playing it raw, I ain't out here for my health And tell the Temp service, ain't blood myself Enjoyed myself, blocks away from the melt And proving thy self from cream that don't melt Chorus: (Nigga why) Before real nigga's kiss up to the man (whomp) 36 ounces of thousand in grams If it ain't legal and from Uncle Sam 36 ounces of thousand in grams How I get them cars, houses, and land 36 ounces of thousand in grams You ain't seeing shit till money in hand 36 ounces of thousand in grams Verse two: My brother and cousin got a plan Look, that dope ain't got touch my hands But yet this bad and I'm the one with the life sands A ten millimeter for protection For any jacker or badge that run up in my section, and ah I cost to cigars from being broke And this ain't lemonheads or no bar of soap, and ah To old for McDonalds, that killed hope And all the hustla's around my way got cars with no notes, so ah Penetentries chance's here I come That nigga move to fast I'ma pop his ass one (pop) Drop his ass one (pop) Bringing home the brick What 'ya know when the Fiend got his own started up git Chorus |
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from Fiend - Street Life (1999)
Fiend(verse 1):
I'm from the city where they ride around town Windows half down Pissed and disgusted ready to blow a half pound Bodies been to lost and found, around wantin' my crown Gun shots sounds evil faces and ash mounds Problems how nigga saw with 38 that revolve Give a fuck how smaller talk, wouldn't go through it all..bitch!!! I'm dirty as I wanna be and nobody harming me Honey, money, got ...these niggas steadly swarming me When the fuck will my hustle stop, oh now dog you don't know Just kill yo-self and invite me to your funeral I'm microphone charmed, the coldest thing born Come at me wrong givin' reasons for your family to mourn Chorus: Thats why I talk it like I bring it Bring it like I talk it (whomp) The life I live some niggas are scared to walk it So I talk it like I bring it Bring it like I talk it (whomp) The life I live some niggas are scared to walk it Verse 2: I hit the block when the coppers leave Walking the ghetto passed out marijuana(?) tree Follow me, going to get a ounce of coki-ana leaves See the beef(?) Whats up with cha carin' the boys done started stackin' Cause all I wanted was money bitches and cars Cuz I've gone to war, with niggas from different checks and boulevard Representin' my ward, my brotha's made me hard now Ain't scared to live or scared to die Got niggas that been jailed for years Don't ask me why I'm 265.....For the pride, niggas are rimmed high And screaming killa you could see it in my eye My kind don't testify, get on the stand and cry I bring it were u lie, keep a bitch for an aliby Thats why I talk it like I bring it Bring it like I talk it (whomp) The life I live some niggas are scared to walk it So I talk it like I bring it Bring it like I talk it (whomp) The life I chose some niggas are scared to walk it So I talk it like I bring it Bring it like I talk it (whomp) The life I live some niggas are scared to walk it So I talk it like I bring it Bring it like I talk it (whomp) The path I chose some niggas are scared to walk it |
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from Fiend - Street Life (1999)
-Yo what's up, this KL. It's about 4:30 in the morning
Date March 9th 1999 We doing this song to inspire anybody out there having to war for a right cause So, this song for you Chorus: Now when I war I war for reason Start the cars like the ?Gods? cause we all are leaving I'm a survivor with heart so there'll be no treason Get your final prayers in cause somebody bleeding Can ya say the same. 2x My favorite word is strategic destined to make the disbelieve believe Our street teaching if I die you know I O-D'd it Ghetto nigga receive it when I FedEx and release it Fiend highly needed in the hood to cut they teeth with I'm F-I-E-N-D shottie That adrenaline when you waring with somebody But smarter than the average about as bad as as it is Who really wants to see what a savage is Will fuck with my family, money, my piece and mighty my dawgs In any city my nigga that's proper cause I'm the judge, jury, bailiff and all laws Disrespect you'll never live to see how you lost Chorus: Repeat 2X I know they scared I'm on some other shit Bulletproofly prepared with the toughest click Ain't this a bitch, they done fucked up and let me loose My enemies sware that I'm tripping like Bishop from Juice bad as ?? Keep a nigga like me high and calm Weeded cause my condition is nothing from the norm Off the douja, that was caught up in my blury vision I was screaming at you "go" but you niggaz didn't listen What I'm missing is a couple of ?? Living explosive like a bomb with a silent tick Blessed with a gift to speak to my breed only Thug, survivors and soldiers its all the same army Nah Chorus: Repeat 2X My one child philosophy if I reveal lets rock it who stopping me Bloody 20's in my hand while cops steady popping me Logically rotten me getting close to castastrophe Choose to let that chopper speak before they put rock in me Silently but violently before they called truce Anything I'm blasting the pain can reduce I knew in my head I had someting loose Mentally in the streets that's all of my troops Mercenary survivor first soldier always Combat ready since I walked the school hallways The Excited Private who you think that I'm writing for Mental wards, the mind's behind bars what I'm fighting for Chorus: Repeat 2X -We ain't out here fighting for nothing nigga Everytime you open your mothafucking eyes on the street you fighting for something Fighting to live, fighting to survive Just know what the fuck you fighting for |
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from Fiend - Street Life (1999)
(feat. Mia X)
Boy you done fucked up now Boy ..... [Fiend] All I know you better duck when I blast run when I pass (and get somewhere) Come up with my cash I'ma up and get mask (and get somewhere) Take what I'm owed I'ma have to unload (the ??) Re-stock the rifles ?? (cause I'm street with it) Never be punked keep one in the trunk (my deadly assassin) Get to jumping the skunk Mr Whomp (and I'm acting bad) Loaded and full don't try none of that bull (2 steps to the head) Go on and pull ?? (they'll find you dead) Down in the south claiming the heat (let 'em bleed) Going to get bucked and not give a fuck (where its ass bleed) This ain't just words and I damn sure can't fake it What I'm trying to say is you a coward and you might not make it Chorus:So what we got to do to get into it What we got to do to get into it Boy thinking we can do it [Mia X] Now we can flip anything that I front ya You say nigga I ride before you bring mine's I'ma leave yours outlined in chalk And if you talk to them f-e-d's Like the street code homie then the catfish are hungry Too many phony mothafuckas try to step in the circle Don't you know TRU bitches will hurt you Break your shirt too Mia X (Mama Drama) coming and swinging at dumb hoe beaters Right and left will crush you attitude adjuster Fuck get ready for war nigga send them on in Cause I got more guts than nare ?? I fears no man or woman and kin after them My gat retracts at them reacts and claps at them Nigga Chorus: Repeat 4X [Fiend] Now I done seen your kind before you walked that line before Plenty niggaz talking they sticking ass out ?? I don't hide from my hoes bitch I meet 'em where I tell 'em And let the results be 3 days and you'll smell 'em I can't give a nigga the satifaction of altercation Miscommunication got his ass with a bang face Chasing mothafuckas up the block if I have to Don't think that I won't smack you or bitch slap you With something filthy I bought for the dark 6 shot ghetto hot so I can't be caught Look I fuck with 'em I let the bulldog talk to 'em Don't got the pedigree of a g until it bark to 'em |
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from Fiend - Street Life (1999)
(fiend)
Uh huh. That's them there. That's them there. (fiend/skull duggery) I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, yes I am, yes I am I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad (skull duggery) Like the bitch I appear dead in your shit Make you run from the thoughts nigga, that'll conflict I maintain in murder hood shit (murder hood shit) Cause I'm a third ward stunter, uptown roamer, From second and clara nigga I get ya, I wet ya, I told ya Niggas still can get hit and run from that shit Trying to get to a save havan where he can die at, where he can cry at Where that lance fill the soul, he cold As I make it round the block (round the block), Squeezing hard (squeezing hard) Forty five nigga, in my right palm (in my right palm) As I get to your spot, nigga you cold (you cold) So I left three shots off in you low (every shot in you low) Cause I told you I'm from the crescent (crescent) Where you testin (testin) Big easy nigga, get dirty down and greasy nigga Nigga, feed my mind with the evil thoughts, I don't give a f**k (I don't give a f**k) Cause I told ya nigga, I'm ak'n bad (I'm ak'n bad) (fiend/skull duggery) We ak'n bad, ak'n bad, yes I am, yes I am I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad (fiend) Bring it where the dirt lies cause I was seeking it to destroy Under twenty five and I caused a killer to die and I'm unemployed I takes no joy up in another mans pain But in my mind somehow I hate to find the word called strain Obtain machan' before you place me in the game I'm a survivor, watch they holler when I let loose this thang And I'm swamp and gumbo living So if y'all niggas coming with 'em, 'fore I rid 'em Yall better talk some senses in 'em Cause new orleans niggas don't yap where I'm from Bust backs with a gun, up in the club, get to clapping and swung And my bullets don't hum, they burn And it ain't no aftermath if you catch a nigga ak'n bad I make this loud shit sound good, knock on wood Who am i, little nigga up to no good, out the hood Watch me show you what I could, I got with a spatch' and a half Look at my lyrical habit for cabbage, bitch you see me ak'n bad (fiend/skull duggery) We ak'n bad, ak'n bad, yes I am, yes I am I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad (mystikal) How many niggas y'all know will come in this bitch Take out an album and drum on the track How many niggas y'all know even gonna try to come close To doin what I done on the track I'm the one on the track, smoking like I'm blowing a blunt on the track I'm out in front of the track, bustin like a forty five gun on the track Yall know what I know y'all better step aside and let the best come in And y'all niggas that talkin that shit y'all really better catch some wind You f**kin with fiend, you f**kin with skull, you f**kin with me I'll f**k you up the same time I f**k up the beat You can't stop ak'n bad, ak'n bad I gets way up in your ass, in your ass I gets paid a lotta cash, lotta cash Oh ah ah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Bitch I'm hard and I will roll, I'm still cold Twenty eight years old (got plenty more) got plenty more Bitch I'm the man, cars hanging out the garage, Lights on top of flashing pads Like my little brother reece I'll take a licking and keep on (fiend/skull duggery) We ak'n bad, ak'n bad, yes I am, yes I am I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad |
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from Fiend - Street Life (1999)
This one, this one so fresh I'm still reading it off the paper man
it's just one of dem' nights you, you know fuck it if ya'll don't never hear nothing again from me you know it was said here right over here My people screamed for revenge So Fiend was called upon Job description was get it on Protect your mental, heart and your dome You may die cause' of your tone Young, black and strong I was meant and sent Cause' some of the real was all gone Since birth til' now I got holes in my T-shirt From fighting with anybody that wants to see me hurt Took it needle and blood Second and first love Fuck giving a fuck Blame me not the drugs I motivates myself Grab a rocket off my shelf A extra match and now I'm feeling like myself Without help I could spot and just kill a decoy Really end what i destroyed With a heart of a ghetto boy You have a souljah thats ready to die Now in the heart of a ghetto boy If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why) In a heart of a ghetto boy You have a souljah thats ready to die Now in the heart of a ghetto boy If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why) In a heart of a ghetto boy You have a souljah thats ready to die Now in the heart of a ghetto boy If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why) Man I ain't got no million dollars I'm still in the ghetto Hear me holler Mr. 5-0 dollar Trying to break nobody's collar Wanting to give the baby something to follow But shit I'm smoking like coffee lids Trying to deal with what is Screaming letta nigga live And don't kick the door in my crib I was off he even found where I lived Now is it a crime to be black? And walk the streets wit' cha' gat? To protect family knock somebody off the map Distributing crack to put clothes on they back I did it, and still do it if thats where I'm at But see I'm best where I'm at Up in this sack right into this back wood Wanting everyday to be that good Now in the heart of a ghetto boy You have a souljah thats ready to die Now in the heart of a ghetto boy If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why) With a heart of a ghetto boy You have a souljah thats ready to die Now in the heart of a ghetto boy If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why) In a heart of a ghetto boy You have a souljah thats ready to die Now in the heart of a ghetto boy If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why) Yeah I been facing the depths of hell For how long? 23 years And I choose to speak my mind even if its my career The only fear that i discovered ain't returned and ain't coming And the faith that I have ain't in no car in no woman Everyday I'm stumbling to a smarter me A harder me Revealing my strength for they try to swallow me I done read what they didn't want me to read Learn to need what they didn't want me to need Shit look I really gotta house full of guns A couch full of ones Just in case I don't understand the outcome that life taught Let me leave you with this thought Why the lion needed courage and he already had heart.... of a ghetto boy You have a souljah thats ready to die Now in the heart of a ghetto boy If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why) In a heart of a ghetto boy You have a souljah thats ready to die Now in the heart of a ghetto boy If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why) In a heart of a ghetto boy You have a souljah thats ready to die Now in the heart of a ghetto boy (why why why) (why why why) If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why) Why why why live live live why why why live live live why why why live live live why why why In the heart of a ghetto boy in every man young man old man there lies one in the heart of a ghetto boy |
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from Fiend - Street Life (1999)
(feat. Kage)
(Fiend) He never really saw the bullet coming, no type of instinct for running I wish he would have came with me to London I never knocked his hustle, I was the one that gave him muscle And showed him how to make a missle and snap a bone tissue Red covered the floors, only by the doors Incase the D.E.A. got a drug sweep tour To feed the kanine, look, I keep one on your waistline A few thoughts if they really wanna chase mine Why they wanna replace mine, chance with the killer when I chase mine I wear bullet proof transform, leave a number on who made mine Smoking that gray pine, they save mine I had to seek it, now I'm one of the ones that can speak it (Mo B. Dick) Yeah you didn't want to listen the first time nigga warned ya. But now nigga bring that pain to your ass now. Look where you at, look where you at now nigga. What? (Kage) Bitch, you bitch. The game's survival, follow motto of Fiend's eleven hollows And if I woes my rivals, represent the cash to Austin Powers Toss a towel, it's the arrival of the most powerful shots sprayed Like your ex girlfriends, and goes, finger fuckin gun and ammos Lay a centerfold who they feel like Congo Fuck a knife when we jump out the Bronco With the four fours, uptown desperado Hit you with a Roy Jones combo, this ain't a boat load To your afro, murder you, come to your funeral Buck and peel low, it's a new time, here's the intro Fuck with Fiend, you die, lose your vitals (O'Dell) You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running I wish you would have came with me to London You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running I wish you would have came to London You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running I wish you would have came with me to London You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running I wish you would have came to London |
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from Fiend - Street Life (1999)
Man come on girl, you know we tryin to do something.
You gonna get it on before I train set' here? (Hey hey Fiend, c'mon man. They got some more over here.) Now, what up shorty let a solider come rap a taste with ya Lay a rear on what possessed Sleepy to come and get ya You've been chillin in the corner too cool and collective And I'm tired of judgin you from the clubs perspective You see I'm very selective of who I done and do You don't know me, I'm fiend, I only fuck with a fewI I'm trying to do something with you without the crowd of all Lets escape in my ride to get this problem solved Now I done dodged them all, just to feel your persona Often to break the ice with the finest marijuana Lady call your mama and just ease your lil nana nana Cause you ain't goin home, you done run up on the Jones Say look shorty the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone You should tell all that from my tone And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan Maybe you and I can get it on Now I said look shorty the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone You should tell all that from my tone And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan Maybe you and I can get it on, get it on You remember me, in my younger twenties and full of energy You keep it on my mind, see I hear you killin me This ain't bragging or boasting They tryin to convincing you done it to a brother with your victorias See I'm socially speaking, in search of a quite freakin Girl, give me one week and I'm a have your ass tweakin Medications decreations, survive and put down a beating Skip the movies no needing and the mom and dad meeting Get this and no I don't' need no bitches Just someone ain't tripping on the hugs and kisses Drop your clothes at the door walk over here slow Lets see how many hours you can go Say look shorty the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone You should tell all that from my tone And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan Maybe you and I can get it on Now I said look shorty the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone You should tell all that from my tone And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan Maybe you and I can get it on, get it on Now look, the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone You should tell all that from my tone And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan Maybe you and I can get it on Now look look the truth is I ain't tryin to be alone You should tell all that from my tone And if you bout twerkin something, and makin this man moan Maybe you and I can get it on Get it on with me, now come home with me Now girl what you tryin to do Get it on with me without owning me Now girl I'm choosing you Get it on with me, now come home with me Now girl what you tryin to do Get it on with me without owning me Now girl I'm choosing you Get it on with me, now come home with me Now girl what you tryin to do Get it on with me without owning me Now girl I'm choosing you Get it on with me, now come home with me Now girl what you tryin to do Get it on with me without owning me Now girl I'm choosing you Get it on with me, now come home with me Now girl what you tryin to do Get it on with me without owning me |
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from Fiend - Street Life (1999)
(feat. Magic)
yeah nigga Fiend nigga Nineteen nigga-nigga-nigga what Me and Mr. Magic in this motherfucker And let yall know we done been thru it all (verse 1) Fiend I done been thru it all lettin the dope pop Meanin let that one drop We left and slung rocks Spit on cops before the sun drop Behind 4 grams ? Say no damn man no one stand This ghetto coolant Toss my hot shotty In the veteran pen Store bitches rent Remove feds tappin my niggas Benz Burn twice the same bitch So I guess I just burn twice I kept on waterin it in light For points hit with dice My supper was eggs and rice Badge up in my phone ribs Retaliated that was just a block from my crib Survive snitches that hate Bitch that work with undercovers Lost friends and my brothers And i'm still tryin to cover (chorus) Fiend MAGIC I done been thru it all SO WHAT YOU USED TO LIKE KILL NIGGAS I done been thru it all SO WHAT YOU WAS LIKE A DOPE DEALER Bitch I been thru it all SO WHAT YOU USED TO LIKE JACK NIGGAS Nigga I been thru it all (verse 2) Magic yeah I think yall niggas really fucked up I kill niggas I feel niggas I peel niggas Thats not to mention what I did when I was a lil nigga I been thru it all no nigga goin bother me I was in the 7th grade actin reckless jackin niggas on canal street I been in the game since a nigga was sellin puffers I never watched a fight cause I was always in a scuffle You cant out-hustle a hustler I was born with this thug in my blood And since it takes one to know one Then show this nigga some love Im a two thousand soldier You can catch me in my Navi blowin dolja With a .45 by my side cause I can remember being vicious It aint been long since i've been broke so I kill a nigga for lookin suspicous Paranoid about my money Im tryin to make a couple a mill So I can see how many lots I can fill Its Mr. fuckin M-A-G-I-C And meant any you dont wanna fuck wit me Cause I done been thru it all (chorus) MAGIC Fiend So what you was locked up or somethin I BEEN THRU IT ALL Oh so you was the one who used to rock it up or somethin BITCH I DONE BEEN THRU IT ALL Oh you the nigga that rob a nigga shop or somethin I BEEN THRU IT ALL (VERSE 3) MAGIC Fiend MAN YOU NIGGAS KNOW ME I DONE BEEN SHOT I DONE BEEN STABBED I DONE GOT JUMPED AND FUCKED UP Well I was kidnapped Had a gat on my back And used all my luck up BUT STILL IM IN YOUR FACE SCREAMIN 9TH WARD NIGGA And i'm a 17 survivor hustlin for the bucks YOU NIGGAS IS SCARED OF ME AFRAID OF ME YOU DONT WANT OUR TROUBLES They wanna prepare for me Take care of me but our bullets come in couples YALL REMEMBER THESE TWO NIGGAS IS CAUSIN THE GAME Or we goin cock bust and scream our? (chorus) Fiend MAGIC SO WHAT YOU WAS LIKE A SEVENTEEN HEAD BUSTER I been thru it all CAUSE I KNOW I WAS 9TH WARD DOME CRUSHER I been thru it all MAN THEM NIGGAS DONT KNOW US RIGHT Bitch I been thru it all THEM NIGGAS DONT KNOW US RIGHT YOU GOTTA UNDERSTAND THAT THOUGH KNOW WHAT IM SAYIN? |
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from Fiend - Street Life (1999)
Guy:
Bitch! Who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga Turn him up on the mic Verse one: Who was born to rowdy, be bout my dottie, thinking I'm Lil' Gotti Tats on my body, catch 'em, shottie, with that red beam dottie When they call me pop, nigga's call me mister hit 'em get 'em Or just, bad motherfucker, because I'm quick to spit 'em, dismiss 'em I beat the total livin', somebody get 'em Before I put this in 'em and even the doctors won't admit 'em Look, I won't bullshit 'em, the school, put you wupe you in the jammie (Soldier put it on something) Put it on my mama and her mammie Lay it, thrown out the nanny Got these niggas hate me ballie Sending they pussy at me just to see a nigga stab me Don't have my marbles at all, I'm horrible dog Don't believe me, watch me, action when I give this call Chorus: It's mister whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (there he is, there he is) Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (there gotta be a) Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (there he is, there he is) Whomp, whomp, whomp Verse two: I'm the dopiest thing since the Rock Cause the stock about a single jaws block The only rapper slash nigga with a endorsment from a glock I'm gain nigga go head and put that in yo' vain nigga When you bought the Cd, you got it because of my name nigga The one with the double R, till every track he busted on Won't give a fuck who else on, look I'm pure competition Just an example with the expedition And I'm still making songs for the prisons Nigga's besta tip, and went when C.B. Jones came about Can't see a nigga taking me out From Tennessee to Atlanta, shy town, and back home What they wanna here when I touch that microphone Chorus Verse three: I use to use to be a drug pusher Now I'm that dope in your sub-woofer Only for the coke cookers that ook us But ain't no affording me Can't go no where don't act accordingly The only person that notice me is God and that nigga recording me You wanted a hero well here I be, capital F-I-e-n-d you peeping me See frequently fucking over your frequency Talking 'bout our producers like quantity Follow me, every since I said the quarter ki Checking for me in Blockbuster every quarterly Pardon me, I don't know if I'm the shit, or just another nigga bump But right now I'm the nigga that's damaging your trunk Chorus |
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from Fiend - Street Life (1999)
(feat. Holloway of Ghetto Commision)
(Holloway) As I slide into this gangsta track, I lost so many gangstas to this game of crack My entourage is camouflage And niggas hollering gangsta that Gangsta this But you ain't no motherfuckin gangsta bitch I doubt you ever rocked an ounce, and bouncers had to bang a bitch Im dangerous Not by my choice, but by my lifestyle My lifestyle was quite wild, I hustled as a juvenile And ran the streets with thuggish niggas, Packin plenty heat Riding like dirty coroners, niggas like that keep me on my feet My little cousin doin life with no parole,cause he had to peel this nigga ( kill this nigga) Realest nigga, I hope you niggas feel me nigga Fuck doin bad and fuck being on my ass And fuck being that nigga screaming "fuck dawg I wish I had" I'm bout that dollars, to them bitches that want to holla holla Me and that nigga Fiend, ain't giving up nothing for them punks to swollow I ain't gone lie, its a beautiful thing to be a rich man But peep game, the way I had to get it was a bitch man (chorus) Where do I belong Is this world my home Where do I belong Is this world my home (Fiend) Yo, I was tried dawg in the ghetto, told to survive the best way I can How these young black males, gone teach theyself to be a man I heard my God was killed by the clan What? that ain't in my plan I'll be damned if they gone stop us praying Look I spoke to let my inner thoughts get carried away Every child thats born, somebody got buried that day Holloway dog, if I ain't really know no better I swear my life was measured, and its slowly getting severed And it feels like " I don't even know my life no more, so when I live like, I don't know right no more" My brother Kevin told me to protect your mama Or either dog purgatory is where they'll never find ya I got scraps and bruises, and my eyes are plenty damp >From the unsincere to near my real camp I am disgusted,get ready to say fuck it You know what partner, go head and turn around this Cutlass (Fiend talking) Watch the curb nigga Man what the..Hollow man what the fuck you doin? (Holloway) Nigga you wanted me to turn the motherfuckin car around, I'm turning this bich around Now what you gone do nigga? (Fiend) So, so you think I told you to turn this motherfucker around for nothin (Holloway) Nigga handle your business (Fiend) Unlock the door (Holloway) Lets do it |
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from Fiend - Street Life (1999)
(talking)
I know, I know two wrongs don't make a right But, sometimes niggas be tripping, knowI'msaying (Fiend) That dirty thing went pow, all I could say was Look what quickly happened to that yapping niggas I rap I'm foul, you heard my side of the fucking story My cousin Tory, with a twenty for me but I wanted the glory Now spot him I didn't seen, scouted out his team Get punked, 'fore I jump, bumping that old fiend Hit a lick and say cuz, I'm heading to the city Incase I don't take him, I think my God won't forgive me And just because money famous all my cars pretty Don't mean this star gone balls on getting shitty I heard this bastard, was repping on some past shit With a spot why I blasted, with somebody in a casket (Chorus - 2x) I think I'm losing my mind, I think I'm losing my mind I think I'm losing my mind, I think I'm losing my mind I feel like using that nine, I feel like using that nine I feel like using that nine, I feel like using that nine (Fiend) These evil thoughts want out, trying to avoid The paranoid thoughts of, taking the wrong route Fuck wrong when you hungry and can't take it Situations be made out of glass and can break it Fouls I'm that child being broke, won't find me Early death, won't catch me and standing behind me Now the LAZ-E Boy so don't try to recline me A three strike system might bout to be find me Look my, nerves are bad, inherit em from my dad Behind cold hard cash ready to go mad I, thumb through your pad ready with flammable gas And your pants will be burned nigga formulating blood baths (Chorus - 2x) I think I'm losing my mind1 "I'm Losing My Mind" by FIEND I feel like using that nine I think I'm losing my mind I feel like using that nine (talking) (Man hold on here a minute, I just spent five motherfucking years Y'all ain't talking bout, I'm losing my mind, I'm using my nine Man what is you talking bout) Man, you know what, you right youknowI'msaying Where I'm from niggas don't be yapping they reacting, I'ma get it on though (Now that's what I'm talking bout) give me a pound give me something like that (Hell yeah) (*gun shot*) BA!!!! mother bitch fucker boy don't you ever disrespect me when I'm talking |
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from Fiend - Street Life (1999)
You don't wanna fuck around me dogg
I'm the hardest thing out here, watch a young nigga doubt this here About this here, nothing really taking me out this here I got this here, smoking plenty pot this year You see this afro, sometimes I stash my rocks in here I keeps it hot in here, I gots no fear Let me give a shout out to my boy, bitch my glock in here Who really wanna test the tank, well then come stop this here A lyrical come come this Jones is on top in here Get a glock in here, who say my beats don't knock in here Womp, womp, swerlin birds about your lock in here Not in here, nigga watch this here I keeps the dub about the give it the fuck up Cause somebody gonna pop they top in here. You don't wanna fuck around me dogg You don't wanna fuck around me dogg I don't think they hear me You don't wanna fuck around me dogg You don't wanna fuck around me dogg I don't think they hear me You don't wanna fuck around me dogg You don't wanna fuck around me dogg I don't think they hear me You don't wanna fuck around me dogg You don't wanna fuck around me dogg I don't think they hear me Got up the game for bigger cash, keep one up in the hand just to let that trigger blast I'm smoking weed just to keep from whippin ya'll niggas ass Wanna picture that, a bucked up coming out faces screaming out gimme that You wanna get it back, to the streets ain't no such thangs as lend me that Cause where I'm from, these streets is where you kill to be pealed And what you claim bitch you better be real Heard me, uh, and the way I feel I need me a bill And you should know tank doggs don't heal Uh, I'm the ghetto vet, my partner car pullisin', lately listenin' back I woulda turned firm when a mack that would didn't blast Fiend, Get It On Jones, ain't nothing sweet Your guns from heat cause No Limit still run the streets Woo You don't wanna fuck around me dogg You don't wanna fuck around me dogg I don't think they hear me You don't wanna fuck around me dogg You don't wanna fuck around me dogg But I don't think they hear me You don't wanna fuck around me dogg You don't wanna fuck around me dogg But I don't think they hear me You don't wanna fuck around me dogg You don't wanna fuck around me dogg But I don't think they heard me |
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from Fiend - Street Life (1999)
You ain't never been to my city where niggas my age don't like coppers
Who rifles there could divide ya or call choppers Where dopeheads look like you and me But usually the habit of some ? easy to get your three Trapped from free world money woman your missin You can smell it from can taste or poppys chicken The police snitch when they think its there ass Should've thought about that when you was flashin your badge All turfs are wars your blunts are our cause Young ghetto bitches only they want ghetto stars Bet your real ward if you fuckin hears people Sensitive dicks make the game so lethal Sequals ain't never heard ain't no sequals on the streets Oh yes my people it can happen in a week Peep my location or when the dope casin And hoes that don't like me work with the police station |
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from Fiend - Street Life (1999)
(*talking*)
K, we ain't got one reason for everything, you know I'm saying This right here, is for all my survivors, all of em you know I'm saying Grow to the way, you know I'm saying All our soldiers world wide, you know I'm saying Midwest, Northwest, East, West whatever, South To all our thugs, you know I'm saying, all the way to United States New York, I-I gotta get this off my chest one way or another Go on, speak to em (Fiend) Hate made the child and spoke up, would evolve a ton And assisted the murder rate, when that revolver run It's hard to run, when you don't know what you running from Yeah I own a gun, but that don't mean I can't be the one To catch ya names, five shot cause he or she was shameless Leaving me and my people, arm's brainless Painless as it seem for me, if I was to go now Tell me who gon fiend for me, dream of me Speak be having a team for me, survivor nigga And tell him what it mean to me, my er'thang I wanna end, what the devil bring And make it to hear, the angels up in heaven sing, until then (Hook - 2x) I'm just sitting here, waiting on God So I could ask him, is life suppose to be this hard Cause the true fears, I know he care for me Just wanna know, if there's a place up there for me (Fiend) At the sun let the moon take over, and every winter get colder From a struggling tell you, soldier gon speak soldier But I can't kill the beef, between that side and that coast And I can't say what's so white, just like black folk The road is thin, so is hope for black men Your own even Benzo, glocks I pack twelve's Acquainted, since I roamed the allies painted Looking at the hustlers, on the wall they all became famous Ghetto love, but died as a often it's been thugs Sold to a under cuff, saw the cuffs and bust I did the game off em, they brainwashed em Wasn't 18, now removing the red stains off em (Hook - 2x) (Fiend) At 13 y'all know they right from wrong's, that's why I write these songs For em, to let the ghetto choose to know that Fiend gon speak for em I can't ignore em, if my eyes were sowed shut And my ears were overstuffed with words like, boy I don't give a.. I'm not the recipe, just recognizing when he blessing me And know my gun won't solve, everytime he testing me Until the death of me, I continue on his legacy Got a bad temper, but won't let it get the best of me Stressing me, I know we wasn't put here to sell rocks Be caught up in the system, locked in cell blocks I think the world shell shocked, these streets is Vietnam And the dopest thing I did was, put it in this rhyme (Hook - 4x) I mean, they got me sitting here waiting on God.. |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies
and uh, that mean you trying to do something I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that chorus: the eye contact that you and I share make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear if I could I would and I ain't even frontin I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something the eye contact that you and I share make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear if I could I would and I ain't even frontin I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P got these ghetto hoties wanting to put they love in me I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated screaming No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex I want you to open your legs as wide as you could so I can hit from the back with this nickle plated wood up and down like a roller coaster from your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya I ain't trippin, never slippin cause I got straps 9 months later, we ain't bustin no caps crispy clean, no strings attached little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that CHORUS I heard you want a romance wont you lay up there and give me the chance I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing and the reason I came up off cause you workig with something now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve on top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home and prove that I flip other things besides ounz tel your girl you're gone, baby you gots to rome he leaving with things, he get it on, get it on you cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me please use engenuity when you doing me damn you ??? blues with you matching hot shoes pretty legs but knees gone get bruised there's no one gonna get used ?????????? straight to the point shorty look I'm trying to do something CHORUS back stage at the concerts peepin you wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin far from home, destination unknown, rock bone hotel booked and I don't wanta be alone maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song camouflauge love all night making me moan thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion run and tell your girls about your night with the assassin I'm here tonight and the vibe is right red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight but tomorrow my flight, and I'll be outta your sight take my address down so you can write but for now lets do something fuck the frontin and the talking my dogs just about barkin take your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on and go to the war with me pager number's on the desk hit me when you trying to do something CHORUS |
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from Fiend - There's One In Every Family (1998)
(Fiend)
Gotta go, cause if I gotta go I know I gotta go, but I'm goin out with a blast (goin out with a what) Chorus Goin out with a blast, to tells buck a buck a! Murder on my mind motherfucker, so fuck ya x2 I'm on the run with identical guns, murder in the first Preaching, smilin making money cause my gun, haters disperse What's the worst that can happen to capital F-I I might die but goin to try, see, cause stakes is my right eye Believe is shooting the automatic collecting recieving all the cabbage Was my advantage, have you forgot I'm the baddest, baddest The crowd involve my men, nine milla cheater meter As my brain tissue, hard pauses and ass eater Welcome to the edition of bullets splitting and ass kicking My mission to glisten a for every writtion rendition What's my living, is for giving, the fiends sellen tryin to rock it And my logic the prophet, and if she like it you get dropped stop it, jock it As my sad ass asks back for the cash Tell me, how many players goin out my nigga Chorus x3 You niggas a bunch of young bucks with young luck so what the fuck My bitches talk glare, and them hoes aint stuck bro Already cause of me, NOPD on it Helecopter, so I had to holler at P to get the chopper Proper, hollered at a popper from that third A crazy bitch I'll B.O., but deep a nigga won't earn Word, you ain't heard, this nigga kinda fed up Pressure, to my head up, till I pop a dead up Let up, the whole block smoked out like woodstock If you good you would not plot and get chopped Mine from the cocked glock, as it was a hum From two things I can't control are my cum and my gun Chorus x2 Leave his life for me, and I'm a make sure his ass goin suffer Heard he was a fed, I'm a blow off both of his colors He'd ???? war of my mother, man, I wish I could duck it But fuck it, I didn't know I snorted past my budget This life, I'm a rush it, dead cope with the bang Cause ne'er a motherfucker did a damn thing where I hang Chorus x4 |
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from Fiend - There's One In Every Family (1998)
(Chorus)
I swore, never to die alone And if it's on, it's on Get the dirty chrome I swore, I don't care if he left in his zone Don't make have to follow you home (Fiend) I done ran in the streets enough to know, every man and jebro And when your back against the fence, admit to every throw Let off several high low, incase somebody follow And keep in mind your the only one that need to see tomorrow Stash dirties on the borrow, shake it off up in the sorrows And watch the quiet nights cause that's only when then the war rose Yabegorro, and put the smoke straight up to my nose Cause i'm 'bout to unload that shit, to actually go do vargos No one knows I chose not to hurt nobody But it was him and me, and I cho', I chose to get rowdy Took, he was breathing through and he was also seein' through Last but not least, I took a woman and a human being too (Chorus 2x) (Fiend) Oh we got problems, I bring the return of Mystikal's assauge Load the revolver, it's a walk-by, but it's your way And no way in hell, at this public disputin' He gonna make it through, it is relentin' to shootin' So I made a fact to get 'em, watch how the choppers split 'em Won't let the gat get 'em, or even that, cataclysm I ain't missin' go make 'em my mission the dope player Shoot 'em through the door way, layin' 'em in the court way No man will say he ran down a timid nigga Should ask him make 'em what happens, when No Limit niggas All I figure for me to make it through these streets dawgs It had to be my life or yours and I ain't ready to go, I swore (Chorus 2x) |
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from Fiend - There's One In Every Family (1998)
Welcome to New Orleans
Or should I say where the fiends live Home of the No Limit Soldiers My name is Fiend Yall cluckers better get ready for this Welcome to a soldier world What we do what we do The hood go feel me on this one They know if you get in the way of my paper chasin Knowin it ain't no escape from a hungry baby in ya face So I love the place Gun sparks thru New Orleans dark So death my gat shoot ya Cause of the color of my heart Have to put a fool on the floor And I won't ignore Cause Fiend is my name What made me do it I live like that That dope he go have to charge it to da game Nigga I'm a man So I have to have some born sense To be a provider No Limit rider When they hollar 17th survior Bout my dollars Fuck the pride I done got me a key Funny how you got a 1000 grams How the dope heads just wanta be me Wanna kill me A young g With a half a nerve About to act a fucking donkey just for half a bird That's my word Smoking backwoods filled with erb Hanging later than street lights posted up on the curb The ultimate serve Getting it off all in a week Time to re up So I'm go be up Getting the grind in the streets Nigga! (Chorus 2X) I keep my strap on me at all times(and I ain't lying)(I ain't lying) I keep my strap on me at all times(and I ain't dying)(I ain't dying) Nigga who lied and told ya these streets was safe We about to burn the chase In all the place Go be leavin discrace Watch what happen to who dare to step in my face Strong arming for space Which shop I'm go leave them baggin grams I'm a bad man Strap in my hand Give me some mad plans Picture my city Surrounded by crimnals And then some I'm go have to hit one And back them bitches off with my m-one Them domes!!!! domes!!!!!! That's what he caught Have to lay him in chalk Should seen Serv Insurance should of been bought What the FUCK you thought That Fiend State ya rank The silent private That be pistol whippin niggas down to the ground Till there bodies turn blue and violet My greed is violent!! Born with plans to be ? When the folks come I'm go leave it Got him in the headlock Some niggas ? 911 go need it My nine my only justice Rollin past screamin fuckers My nine stang a nigga quick like some nunchucks I don't give a fuck Brang ya boys and ya another gat You'll be suckin up stains Beware of my nigga Mr.40 cal Well!!!! Chorus til end |
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from Fiend - There's One In Every Family (1998)
Hear that?
Sucker got ice cubes in a cup nigga! It's like I'm coolin my drink off nigga! And this my watch boy! Like I'm coolin my drink off! We all paid over here nigga! Yeah! Yeah boy! Yeah! C'mon, c'mon (Verse 1) I get up early and grab my stash-uh First on the set to bust my ass-uh Gotta feed my people gotta pay the bills Even deep down I know crack kills-uh Could you blame me totin this heat-uh Things sweet, but I want shit sweet-uh I'm the Fiend around here, I got a provider I hear slangin this hard white powder Shit live, but I want shit liver Maybe cause I'm a 17th survivor Hurtin people, I'm a well known dodger That's why I sing my hustle chant so loud-uh Chorus: Lemme hear ya say, hey, hey, hey hey gotta slang my rocks today C'mon I said, hey hey heeey hey gotta slang my rocks today Hey, hey, hey hey gotta slang my rocks today Hey hey heeey hey gotta slang my rocks today Only in New Orleans, nigga, No Limit! (Verse 2) Hustlin never stops until you finish How we're livin over here at No Limit Got what you want from rap, the good D-uh You get the pounds from (..?..) Right now tell me what you need from me-uh Cause I got big boulders 2 for 3-uh Inspired from Master P's Ghetto D-uh Where I learned ain't shit comin for free-uh The beat came from my nigga KLC-uh And I'm capital F-I-E-N-D-uh Out hustlin tryin to make a couple a dollars And bout weed and money can't holla I out here for the paper and power Gettin off this shit at all times and hours Cause the way I put it, is I serve enough dubs My shit gon' be the coldest in the club, nah Chorus |
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from Fiend - There's One In Every Family (1998)
(Fiend)
All I follow is the Jones as I reminisce Reminisce take chance as I remember this I was fifteen, anti fiend Never thought I'd make it to music as a dream All I had was Kevin and my momma Jackie The pen and pad, and I have a papi Taught up from the world, that you gots to be hard Shit, New Orleans is the city, I remember fightin over wars See, long before you give me the charge I beat my cause I'm a nigga no more or less surrounded by flaws I'm all yours but understand my future thoughts a few My days could be navy blue, and I'm a believe in you See I'm TRU, because my niggas keep me goin as well Droppin tears cause I'm the only one alive to tell And if I'm goin to hell, at least my life is enriched By keepin family beside me, and they accepted me as click Chorus And I'm a soldier in the world live me long Cause I a got my hustle on and I done done wrong No one understands me, neither do my family That's why I believe in you, to see my ass through, my god x2 I entertains my brain with a cloud of smoke My brother been gone for five years, and this is how I cope I hope, wishing and praying that myself be next My girl die straight innocent but because of a ex Got me vex drinkin, totin my gun under the moon And no matter how many bullets, bring her back no time soon I'm tired of departing with killing, all of my dogs bleedin Bodies every other day, on Washington and ????? Oh lord, I'm even scary to open obituaries Gettin mail from cemetaries stating that I'm buried Pain varies, to tell the truth it all hurts the same If I don't to see some rain, cause life is a strange pain Bullets don't carry names, but me, it's like short Now here on life support, from not the right support I hold your quote like the killer, but lose a G A small fee for what that nigga did to a family Chorus x2 Shit, I'm a reminisce like this while I'm in a good state of mind Now I'll never low, truly knows in no greater time Down line, I've a lost some of my best partners Bullets pop us got em cause the rhyme, was it the coppers Now who is to blame, the hunted or the hunter Cope on his mind, much as I can and wonder Was my prayers to god injected or neglected Question the man if I can or respect it Serious, if just by my minutes, if us gone as begginers Split em, we piss on the ground, screamin bury me with em My lord, you never suffer newborn, I'll guard your daughter Killing in my city like there's something in the water Why bother? Because Fiend's strandin heads then I'm gone And a soldier gonna survive till it's time to go home Now notice I'm a survivor My feelings go out to the families of G Slim, and Miss Michelle Tyler Chorus x4 |
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from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents My #1 Priority (2010)
<i>[Master P]</i>
Every soldier got a story to tell <i>[Fiend]</i> I done been through it all Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh) Put a tank on my block Fiend gone get the scene hot Greens and rocks Burnin' flesh Have you ever smelled nigga? Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggas Straight goin' to hell But livin' the dirty, dirty Havin' yah mama worry That (?) Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at But when I backtracked, (?) Blast back Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that But fact is you don't fuckin' choose yo' wars Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns <i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i> Check my war wounds (uggggh) My war wounds (ugggh) Every soldier got a story to tell <i>[Master P]</i> My adversarys get popped Got me runnin' from cops The ghetto life be a dime Got me carryin' two glocks My enemies is bad Chop limes of grass Drive-bys and rags And representin' red and blue flags See I got fools from the ghetto Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals My evidence is satus with hoes Bloody Polos Pullin' in car do's And cut up Jabos <i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i> <i>[Silkk the Shocker]</i> I'm down tah blast for my homies And cash for my homies Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die If the hood call me That's why I be hustin' every day Could you imagine me with no stash? Like a bank with no cash Tryna' drive a car with no gas And fuck one day with no tag? Shotgun with no class Window with no glass Or all you girls with no ass See I'm a risky rider Caliope crawler A Down South Hustla Plus a head buster from New Orleans See I gotta be a paid nigga A made nigga Be the nigga to bust yo' shit And the nigga tah be the grave digga See my tattoos reveal some of the shit I done did But the move of other niggas that bout it Feel the shit I do just tah live See I been scared, popped at, and shot at But I live an eye for eye So the enemies I ain't forgot that <i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i> <i>[Mystikal]</i> It's real, shit's real check my war wounds This here real life, ain't no fuckin' cartoons I'm the Saudi Arabian death killin' veteran on the tube Either me or you right here Come back and hang out in my room I done shot my rifle, trained to kill Got blood on my fatiques Once you in ain't no turnin' back Lay yo' ass over seas Might as well handle your business There's no overcome to this shit Be on yo' Ps and Qs nigga Don't cry like no bitch You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga And fuck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga Tell my mama not to worry bout me why I'm gone If I die bitch, box me up and ship me back home Bury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chest Tell them muthafuckas that I did my best Middle finga pointin' sayin' fuck Iraq If you don't believe me check my combat pack <i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i> <i>[Snoop Dogg]</i> I got a muthafuckin' story to tell Nigga, nigga what? A muthafuckin' story to tell (What?) Fool, I got a muthafuckin' story tah tell And every nigga in the jail cell knows it well I shank niggas, bank niggas Do mo' fo' show Seven cluckas, fake dough Stayin' way cut throat I hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms Up all night gettin' in gun fights I strike my head on the wall Seven Eight ward Eastside, rollin' dubs Call me big Snoop Dogg Follow me, and you'll see how Gs move It's written on my face I takes my war wounds Been around drama since me and my mama Use to listen to oldies That's why I'm so old G Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come outside When ya'll was learnin how tah sing I was learnin' how tah bang and ride Fo' sho' bro, I told yah Im'a gangsta soulja, blowin' doja What a story tah tell.. |
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