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featuring Raekwon the Chef
* originally appear on the Sunset Park soundtrack [Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child] (Yo yo guzzling forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt) The wiley Wu-Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back (Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire No doubt! Verse One: Raekwon the Chef, AKA Lou Diamonds Rich man, poor man, read the headlines Nigga getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes Jobs and drug wars, living by gun law Jail cats come home and want to take yours As the young one, growing up broke me and my people as the self, huh, I guess we all in the same boat Think it, plus drinking that 90-proof Playing on the roof saying we need a next man to shoot... [Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child...] Verse Two: Ghostface Killer, AKA Tony Starks Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks Showing off his 850 plus, what a nice whip Young blood guzzling forties hussled in a rain Old Earth, shooting dope in her veins He never had it all, the kid loved basketball Had a favourite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Hall Now back to the original neighbourhood criminals Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders from Staten, where crazy clips be clapping Slept in his principal spreads, threads made of satin Labelled as the cow he had crazy beef Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief But he fucked up, he should of kept it real and went for kill Cuz if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will But, shit will never calm down, one day downtown He dropped an ounce off money had slept like a nightgown He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in there Two kids was beaming him, them niggaz from the movie theatre One had all Guess on, looking like he had a vest on The other felly pell tucked with a firearm Moving slow, baseball hats, crazy down low Word life God, this bull kag nigga gotta go Oh shit! Bookhead, just bought a 5, G headed King Tudpea About the size of Little Maurice We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten I'm running in my first instance is to return em, the time is now Warfare and pull delf Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out Don't move don't even flinch Fix em up, drop the head, don't want to get blood in the tut He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out I'm robbing him Had to hit him ten more times make sure I got him Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy Randy came out whacked out with a half a shotty I laughed, grab the King Tut head and the cash Then he shot my man in the ass and broke mega glass Damn, had to go out with a blast I shot my way up out of the Albee fast [Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child] Oh shit, what the fuck? This shit is horrible. |
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Ashes to ashes dust to dust
stainless steel gats never rust big till bust you could touch just enough blessed wit the real side of life you couldn't fight me wit your strongest mic layed down niggas eyes visualize bad reception maced your interference souped your upperbody section I travel like a 2 2 bullet throughout your body repped to the fullest Queens representin blue slips, seen ships, you talk shit I follow through representin the hollow tip crew once the kite is sent no second thoughts, cuz my conscience is demandin I might get bent, but still planted for the bloodshed(bloodshed) I leave that mug red(mug red) I'm like cancer cant catch me cuz I done spread(done spread) gone now dead, enough said from the scene I fled wit the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on what the fuck you sick I'll be right back hunger for the cheddar big ends and better wit the gat and temper end your motherfuckin era your shortie set you up you betta dead-her Armeretto sours alcohol consumption why you runnin we thumpin do to the fact the infamous is bumpin ice real son you frontin what the fuck you sick, I'll be right back It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on right back to the fact that Prodigy here take that, right back at you were goin at to already ran through wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your goin after the fourty-fifth will make your clothes damper put in the hamper the fabulous Infamous is movin stainless crime-tainin, to all my niggas hold your bangin what the fuck you said? I be right back real maxin blastin, terrin up your Fila fashion live in action, if you weere dapped then relax then give him what he askin feelin aint know what happened back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin spread team across plannin, expansion slap a nigga opened handly style something foul for tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred mile I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays 14 years old, shorty from round way I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits brick ass cold, still puffin night to day but why did my life have to be this way my loot give recoup razors in my suit incase you try to troop me to the island I known for start whylin back in New York, my shortie's got the cash pilin so much drama, who the fuck knows who we got beef wit peep this on some knowns and teef shit for packin big fifth lift you up off your feet like ski lift niggas who riff but nigga you riff on my way down souh for international crowds then Im on the next life gettin bent in the clouds |
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(Oh Baby) X2
Chorus: Represent for the ladies hangin' outside takin' it light You know I'm comin' back Tell me if you're ready Break it down for the fellas movin' in smooth keepin' it tight You know I'm comin' back Tell me if you're ready Verse: Hey You I heard you wanted to party (party) party Well I feel the same So I went to show ya What the music does to me, oh baby Bridge: It's in the rhythm and it's giving me emotion (giving me baby) Hotter than fire and stronger than any potion (oh yeah yeah) There's no way around this groove And I have come back to thank you Chorus Verse: Tonight is right We're havin' a good time (good time) good time Just lay back and relax It's time and ya know it Because I'm comin' straight to you ya know Bridge 2: It's in the rhythm and it's giving me emotion (giving me baby) Hotter than fire and stronger than any potion (oh yeah) Music going makes me smile Oh ohhhhhh huuuuu... Chorus x2 It's been a long time since we've partied all night Like tonight Are you ready (are you ready) I am ready It's been a long time since we've partied all night Like tonight Are you ready (are you ready) I am ready Chorus X2 |
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Don't know about my future
Judging from my past Everything I worked hard for Never seemed to last Whenever it looks like nothing Is ever gonna go my way I just have these 3 words to say: Baby it's alright (alright, alright) It's gonna be (alright), take it from me Be alright (alright, alright) Oh yes (alright) It's gonna be alright Yeah It's gonna be alright Yeah It's gonna be alright I can't say life is easy Things can bring us pain (?) If I can get through this hardship Then I know what I've gained I got a stronger mind, A stronger heart A stronger soul to pull me through And when it feels this way, al I say is: Baby it's alright (alright, alright) It's gonna be (alright), take it from me It's gonna be alright (alright, alright) Yeah, it's gonna be alright Yeah, it's gonna be alright (Everything's gonna be alright I listen to my heart in my life) Take this strength inside To help me live my life (Everything's gonna be alright I listen to my heart in my life) Keep it all in stride 'Cause this is my time (alright, alright) Ooh (alright, alright) Take it from me It's gonna be alright |
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Booty rappers posin' as gunclappers get bitch smacked...need to switch
to bein' actors, image is all ya after, ho galacta in the lip, the clappers and the clips will flip a flow like divine be turnin' tricks. Ima take mine wactha like when the beat come soft, I leave darkness where there used to be your front teeth. I'm heartless, when it comes to havin' the back of my partners, yeah we artists but testin' us ain't the smartest. You can huff, puff, but blow me down I doubt it kid, or get yo' ass whooped behind what ya mouth did. You need more "Hail Mary's" than a catholic, yo ass aint slick I'll mess your shit quick. I got connects, I get stuck like glue stand to the F you I had to make it so your parents forget you. Cause if I let you get over and then I pass you, think you can do it on a reg so Ima wreck you. Elements that I'm among, these none. Fools be gettin' done, but over dumb reasons. Yall didnt Know. Elements that I'm among, these none. Betta check it out before you become one. Elements that I'm among, these none. Fools be gettin' done, but over dumb reasons. Yall didnt Know. Elements that I'm among, these none. Betta check it out before you become one. Now you said no tricks in '86 it's time to build, now we gone be pushin' '96 and niggas still gotta kill. Tryin to keep it real... but is it really real? If you could fly is it? Get between my legs, you fuckin kid you'd be the man but hold ya head. Because if a fifth was a fifth we all be drunk... nigga dont, put no yayo in my blunt. I just, wanna bring the funk like a puma.. yo wannabe niggas is fired or be the ill reputed. Yo |
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A lot of things have changed since I grown up
Half my brothaz got locked half got blown UP! From playin' '2 hands touch'and the games in the street But the games ain't the same now we playin' with heat SEE THIS DANGER! In my building they're rollin' dice there Ain't nuthin' nice there who dare with ice there?! My hallway ain't right wrong way to the thugs in the doorway Peace kid I'm out, NO DOUBT! We just hangin' on the corner Puffin' trees as tryin' to stay warm, sippin' ??? Jezus! Problems after problem, it keeps involvin' They got us starvin', that's why we out rottin' (Knah'm sayin'?) These days I can't remember like the 6th of December I think it was September nah, maybe it was November (what?!) This kid got rocked, just was steppin' on some sneakers Heard from Tamica, he's gettin' buried in a speaker Cuz his mom's was on that inhaling , gettin' laced She got SMOKIN' IT! She took one bad hit Aiyyo (YO!), you can't escape the ghetto Hell no, it's everywhere you go Aiyyo (YO!), you can't escape the ghetto Hell no, it's everywhere you go Aiyyo (YO!), you can't escape the ghetto Hell no, it's everywhere you go Aiyyo (YO YO!), you can't escape the ghetto Hell no, it's everywhere you go I'm not your rolemodel, I drink the whole bottle Dont' follow nobody, cuz you'll never know tomorrow Just look around, EVERYWHERE!, it's dispersed It ain't no care, hate, and good times is rare Or seldom last long, they always it With my fam is dyin' over money and gettin' incarcerated Yeah! Just to be as patistic, it's sadistic Too realistic, we doin' this QUIK! The other night kids got bad, got 'em kids build intend They caught a law's news spread(?) Last week they was blazin' on the corner, bullets ricochet It's somebody's baby, had they kid maybe dead They sold it from the ???, they say delease Livin' in the ghetto...rest in peace Hates where I'm from, the good tie up The sky is grey, we never see sun The ghetto-life is: 'live and let live' All the day to day It all began when Shorty rocked, took the law in his own hand Sick of seein' his mom's gettin' beat up by his old man So he did what any kid would've done Went into the closet, got his pop's gun Who need enemy when you got family? It's hard to get a job when you look like me (WORD UP!) See people don't just rob cuz they all unemployment Some do it for the pure satisfaction enjoyment Brrrr, it's cold, this world is freezin' Folks get murdered over no-pair raisin'(NO!) Packin' they backs, talkin' 'bout they leavin' But where ya gonna go? You can't escape THE GHETTO! You see more when you HIGH, even less when you LOW You can't run from your own ??? home |
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