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Bombin' the L (12x)
Lord, I can't change (2x) I usta more ya yo than Phizer Pharmaceuticals paid my way through college, and still had residuals Moved more wait than arnold on steriods shot more punks than rocks in asteroids caught more heat than Aruba in August Never spilled the beans when the cops finally caught us All my liquid assets are flowing like a stream and my fingers are faster than Yngwie Malmstein Everybody round me making money I see everybody round me making money Why can't I? Lord, I can't change (4x) I get my macaroni salad from Dean and Deluca and I top my red death with the white Zambuca stick up kid yeah, without no errors I'm smashing twelve hundreds on sucker rhyme sayers Like Hendrix I freak you, like Tito I treat you Bombin' Tha "L" i see you You freak, you coochie frito ! There's something about a train! Lord, I can't change (8x) Bombin' the L (14x) Lord, I can't change (11x) |
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We got the crazy crew
you think you coming we say- "na na na" we got the block locked up The foes that oppose me by proxy, They try to get foxy They try to rock me They say they got the 40 cal glok With the 30 round clip and they losing their damn grip. . . Well, I came back from hell so God damn fit I'll bust your lip, and make you strip You can play them games but don't play'em in my park I'll spill a wild bill, before you get out you Town Car ranting and raving, claiming you're armed I'll do the hit myself and then eat a chicken parm mackin' like bumpy, the business is boomin' I'll chop your ass up like I was Jimmy Coonan the westy, honey don't test me! Ooooh - I just ate 5 blotters and things are gettin' kinda wacked! If you can't live the lie, let it die and if you can't live a life full of strife just say oops! And jump through hoops, and get to the end of the line. We got the crazy crew you think you coming we say- "na na na" we got the block locked up I got bear huge for my brothers and I got no love for the others c'mon kids, you ain't built for bids You'll get jacked in the ass like a sucker "mucho dinero" the man with the hat said he changed his mind once the crack in his head bled movin' and shakin' the brittle illusion referring, concurring, and workin' out solutions If you can't live the lie, let it die and if you can't live a life full of strife just say oops! And jump through hoops, and get to the end of the line. Know your man, know his game, don't be ashamed from where you came, if you ask me, I'd rather have money than fame. We got the crazy crew you think you coming we say- "na na na" we got the block locked up |
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We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up The foes that oppose me by proxy They try to get foxy, they try to rock me They say they got the 40 cal glok With the 30 round clip and they losing their damn grip Well, I came back from Hell, so God damn fit I'll bust your lip, and make you strip You can play them games But don't play 'em in my park I'll spill a wild bill before you get out you town car Ranting and raving, claiming you're armed I'll do the hit myself and then eat a chicken pram Mackin' like bumpy, the business is boomin' I'll chop your ass up like I was Jimmy Conan The westy, honey don't test me Ooh, I just ate 5 blotters And things are gettin' kinda wacked If you can't live the lie, let it die And if you can't live a life full of strife Just say oops and jump through hoops And get to the end of the line And get to the end of the line We got the crazy crew You think you coming we say Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up I got bear huge for my brothers And I got no love for the others Come on kids, you ain't built for bids You'll get jacked in the ass like a sucker Mucho Dinero, the man with the hat said He changed his mind once the crack in his head bled Movin' and shakin' the brittle illusion Referring, concurring and workin' out solutions We got the crazy crew You think you coming we say Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up If you can't live the lie, let it die And if you can't live a life full of strife Just say oops and jump through hoops And get to the end of the line And get to the end of the line Know your man, know his game Don't be ashamed from where you came If you ask me, I'd rather have money than fame We got the crazy crew You think you coming we say Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na, na, na, we got the block locked up Na na na |
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They try to move us; to use us
like Judas did Jesus; to please us Diverting the issues to misuse the peoples How are we gonna get 'em? How are we gonna vote them out? When the wingtips got it locked up With one thing you don't know. Ya dig it? The freaking wingtips did it. But some of us are wise and some of us are suckers. . . And we all bleed red even racist motherfuckers. And I can't get with that. No I can't get with that (2x) I said: No, I can't get with that No I can't get with that (2x) (3x) I see the hoes and the hustlers be piled up in clusters since they upped the anti, and hooked up Giuliani and the black kill the black and Latino kill Latino; man it's evil. . . The same damn story and a sequel I thought I fought for what was right, but in the end, my friend, 20-20 is hindsight. I think I caught you out there chillin in the Bahamas. I take you to Miami to meet the Dalai Lama. And I can't get with that. No I can't get with that (2x) I said: No, I can't get with that No I can't get with that (2x) (5x |
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When 8 o'clock rolls around
and the same old shit is gettin' down go to 10th street, yeah 10th street If you don't want D and you don't want that crap but you gotta get the monkey off ya back go to 10th street, 10th street We got what ya need A pillow bag with much to many seeds Up on 10th street Baby, baby keep it down I believe I see the man Look around as much as you like smell the bags and hold on tight on 10th street yeah, 10th street They'll gladly snatch your cash, give 'em ... shit and call it hash on 10th street That's right on 10th street We got what ya need A pillow bag with much to many seeds Up on 10th street Baby, baby keep it down I believe I see the man Baby, baby keep it down I believe I see the man |
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He got the pizza and brew, sensational
20,000 out on the street and accidental Here's to the one, the one around my way Giving love to the peoples, many hours, many days See he is both the hero and the pragmatist Doing push-ups in the back, and waving his fists The kids from the school, call it subterfuge Scars on his limbs is about to use Korean Bodega, it's in my favor See him hangin' on the street with the ill shopkeeper Breakin' down a broken parking meter Sprite on ice, fruit loops And Jesse James gotta lot of customers but don't know their names Downtown like Pittstreet they run outta hope They far from ligit sellin' heroin and coke He says you catch me doin' that you hangin' out on a rope I gotta Korean Bodega, my shit is dope Korean Bodega, it's in my favor Korean Bodega, it's in my favor |
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It's just a hill of beans to some
Bums talking 6-figure shit, while they taking their lump See I grew up on the hill But still I keep ready Had a mind of my own like West gave to Freddy As Freddy got clipped, man, so did my youth Spending nights with my rights, knocked out my tooth Yeah, it scarred my soul It fucked me up like vodka Had me walking around mumbling shit like I was Latka The Hill don't discriminate, they know who you are If you make it over the edge then baby, you the star The Big Top knows all the choices you chose Both respected and feared by your friends and your foes 1: Now up on the Hill is where you find us Yeah, up on the Hill that shit is timeless Yeah, up on the Hill that burns the brightest Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill 2: And up on the Hill is where you find us And up on the Hill that shit is timeless Yeah, up on the Hill there ain't no contest Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the HillNow go make your mound in an anthill, sonny You be dead by 40, but you make a lotta money A shot clock is dropped, choose when you choose And if you ain't up on the Hill, you lose Now damn the jokes and damn the torpedos Live a life of your dreams,like boz did Lido I said Lido, who-a-oh I said one more time, ought to get it Now look up, look up higher and see It's not as hard as you figured it would be Now 2 tons, 2 tons lighter agreed, Now - if it's all right with you it's all right with me 2 1 2 1 ( 1st 9 lines sotto voice) |
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I'm not in love
so don't forget it It's just a silly phase I'm going through and just because I call you up don't get me wrong don't think you've got it made I'm not in love no no It's because I like to see you but then again that doesn't mean you mean that much to me so if I call you don't make a fuss don't tell your friends about the two of us i'm not in love no no It's just because I keep your picture upon my wall it hides a nasty stain that's lying there so don't you ask me to give it back I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me I'm not in love no no It's just because ooh you'll wait a long time for me ooh you'll wait a long time for me what's the matter big boys don't cry ooh you'll wait a long time for me ooh you'll wait a long time for me what's the matter big boys don't cry I'm not in love so just forget it It's just a silly phase I'm going through and just because I call you up don't get me wrong don't think you've got it made I'm not in love I'm not in love |
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We have all the time in the world.
Time enough for life to unfold all the precious things life has in store. And we got all the love in the world. And as time goes by you will find we need nothing more. And every step of the way we'll find us with the kiss of the world behind us. And we got all the time in the world for love. Nothing more, nothing less, only love. (2x) Only love, yeah baby. |
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Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack. Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (Hey that's smooth) I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter She gave me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink that I found cute, and I said, "baby, baby, baby" (Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.) By that time Fast tapped me with the 9 he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go. Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far, riding around in a stolen police car, so we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy; Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something. - Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want. - Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (2x) I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up staight. So, we pull these jobs to make a little money; no one gets hurt if they don't act funny. On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught, fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is. They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Froman's whose mailbox fast had just exploded. They gave chase, but my man Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers with haste. We cast off and along we went off Bermuda to an island resort we rented. - Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool? - I am cool. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (4x |
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I was working at the club in 1995
Sunday was the night that the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice And the crowd was just so nice that my phobia drowned While I was getting down [Chorus] I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night Gay night, it's all right, don't be uptight See, half way through the evening I saw this women gleamin' from across the room She was with some guys But when they gave me the eyes I knew she was just their friend We went out all weekend [Chorus: x4] |
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Sixteen heartbeats works for everyone
If I return dying, could I expect enough? You know it seems to me at least it seems to me, now To be a little out of reach And all the while, I can't get over How all my time, I can't do it over And as my spirit grows colder and colder Yeah, salvation I know her I'm just a half a block away from salvation I'm just a half a block away from it all I'm just a half a block away from redemption And I'll be damned if I can make it that far Yeah, I know how you feel I've lived there for years, it's cold and it's real You better get on, out the loop 'cos the loop's gonna get ya' You better get on, out the loop I'm just a half a block away from salvation I'm just a half a block away from it all I'm just a half a block away from redemption And I'll be damned if I can make it that far And all the while I can't get over you How all my time, I can't do it over And as my spirit grows colder and colder Yeah, salvation I know her I'm just a half a block away from salvation I'm just a half a block away from it all I'm just a half a block away from redemption And I'll be damned if I can make it that far |
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I Feel it's Pull
It's caressing claws Dead end blocks Graffiti walls It Permeates It Desecrates It looks like shit but it taste great (Chorus 1) Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o See it's cliental come straight from hell With missing limbs and whooo some funky smells My bacon bits where not like this I curse the day it passed my lips (Chorus 2) Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o (Guitar solo) Bums Buuuuums Where the bums go wo o o o ( 16 times ) Fuckin bums! Yeah |
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