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(Intro:)
Gangstas in the house Zone 4 Get money New money It's what you been waiting on (Chorus: x2) Rich Boy sellin' crack Fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (Verse 1 - Rich Boy:) Rich Boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac Took it to the chop shop Got the damn top dropped two colored flip flopped Candy red lollipop There's hoes in the parking lot But I still got my glock hot New money motherfucker don't you see the big knot Don't you see the big chain Don't you see the big grills Wonder who they hatin' on lately Baby it's him Candy paint, Gator skin seats call me Dun Dee Up in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83 Ridin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it's me (Chorus: x2) Rich Boy sellin' crack Fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (Verse 2 - Polow Da Don:) I never slip, I never fall, A lot of hoes give me they numbers but I never call A real O.G. look at V.I.P. and see a nigga ball Then after we hit the club baby then I'm gonna hit them draws I'm gonna break you off (and that's all) Every freak should have a picture of my dick (on they wall) Polow be the shit, zone 4 be the click yeah this (for my dawgs) Yeah gangsters, hustlers, wanksters, busters (Wait a minute motherfucker) (Chorus: x2) Rich Boy sellin' crack Fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (Verse 3 - Rich Boy:) Hit the block on some new 10 thousand dollar wheels Kinda strange how I feel, Toucha gator on my wheel Got peanut butter ice cream petter pan seats Just gotta fresh cut Now we looking for them freaks Take her back yella bitch Make her drop them draws Imma show you how to ball Middle finger to the law So fuck them niggas what they wanna do Hating on a player 'cause my 'lac 'scade 22's. When I pull up imma park right at the front door Lean in my cup got purp in my blunt Imma real pimp Bitch I ain't playin' like a trick Just bought a new 'Lac and put them thangs on they bitch (Chorus: x2) Rich Boy sellin' crack Fuck niggas wanna jack Shit tight no slack Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH) Just bought a Cadillac |
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| 2. |
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Ay boy don't spill my drink, pull it!
Now Listen..(Grand Hustle homie) Everybody report to the bloodclot dancefloor Wyclef all hands on deck (you love the beat) (boy you know what it is) [T.I.P & Wyclef] Ay, (brat), Ay (brat), Ay (brat) Yo T.I.P, talk to them bloodclot [T.I.P] I'm a real nigga Homie Show Six figga's on me I got a pistol You don't want it But You know what it is Im way fly-er my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy You know what it is about that drama You don't want no' problems Goatta love that lama But you know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money this is all you get from me boy you know what it is [Wyclef] Yo T.I.P, let them little rock boys know how you movin (Boy You Know What it is) [T.I.P] The wait is over here we go again I'm back in the plate Gon sell another couple mill and take it back to tha 'A Gon take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe 5 carats for the crib only b I'm in big crusies 2 steppin with the gat in the waist T.I. aint in the streets no more fo sho is that what they say? No more cryin when you sayin boy you have to be great Cuz that pistol will hit ya in ya face yall peeps will have to replate That's if you like it and if ya trust me it wont hurt me to take A Hundred thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today. [T.I.P] I'm a real nigga Homie Show Six figga's on me I got a pistol You don't want it But You know what it is Im way fly-er my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy You know what it is about that drama You don't want no' problems Goatta love that lama But you know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money this is all you get from me boy you know what it is [Wyclef] Yo T.I.P, some boy wanna playa hate, Let em know who tha king of the south is! Talk to em! [T.I.P] Women sweatin when they see me im apparently hot Had the album of the year nigga grammy or not Remember all day I used to stand in one spot 2 revolvers in my pocket pitchin handlin rocks See me now? choppin, there aint a car I aint got Im the #1 customer at my own car lot If ya wanna know how much I make just imagine alot Even tho I prolly gettin more then you'd imagine I got listen close I need to know if you understand me or not if ya disrespectin me you and your man'll get shot [T.I.P] I'm a real nigga Homie Show Six figga's on me I got a pistol You don't want it But You know what it is Im way fly-er my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy You know what it is about that drama You don't want no' problems Goatta love that lama But you know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money this is all you get from me boy you know what it is [T.I.P] Went from the King of the south, to the king of the states Ridin in a car you probably never seen in the states No Idea how much yay I can bring in the states You could get a hundred of em for a million today Lucus aint the only one who made a million a day But it's an American Gangsta right here in ya face And you dont wanna see P$C on the scene with a 'K You think you running and prorobbin that aint even the case And just because you get away that dont mean its okay You a dead man walking and I mean it okay. [T.I.P] I'm a real nigga Homie Show Six figga's on me I got a pistol You don't want it But You know what it is Im way fly-er my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire Boy You know what it is about that drama You don't want no' problems Goatta love that lama But you know what it is I get Money, all I count is big money this is all you get from me Boy you know what it is [Wyclef] Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done. They guns sound like popcorn. |
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Since they wanna know
Since they wanna know (I said) Since they wanna know Here's the formula on O, now lets go (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit ?em, let's go Ob Trice, the giant, standing a 5'8' stature Back with a second album, supplying ya Fear Factor But Joe ain't the host my nigga, you have the access to the most Noted flow on Shady's faction And I ain't being cocky, if so accept my apology Except, know I process my thoughts logically First weeks sales tops the toll from tsunami But haters like the L, it's the white boy behind me But you couldn't inhale a flow that's more grimy It would still prevail if another label sign me Obie so timely, must Obie remind 'em The first nigga to shine solo from the place ya find 'em Native Detroiter, ghetto reporter, hit you wit some Heavy metal for supporting what ya caught us A little something different from the homie from Michigan Basically, Obie's ripping on any instrument he's given, come on (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (End what's right and [Incomprehensible]) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know Four niggas in a whip All foes say they ain't fucking with Trice shit Somebody's lying, I'm undenying, denying me means that The driver got influence over you on certain things Be distinguished just 'cause you ain't feeling his favorite emcee Don't mean you speak no English Hop out the car, catch the bus At least you be established as the man that you are I hate to take it so far and so tedious But niggas bleed like bitches, I'm truly believing this Once a month, they wake up With a Obie tampon inserted in they nuts Give em the flux 'cause my bucks is up And no this ain't eBay, so please be easy Gotta be delusional to think Obie is losing yo Let ?em get a whiff of some shit, they quick to abuse it though (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (End what's right and [Incomprehensible]) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know Peep what O's selling when I hit ?em with Van Halen But it's just a man from the ghetto rebelling Rebel without a 'cause, 'cause I'm in them Superman drawers Running around the shack momma had us living Now ya mans living a inch from truly killing 'em A dude or ambition, a gift, given from the man who invented 'em When the system scrooged just like Lil' Tim and Em' Will bless the child who maneuvers the censors, then Spitting venom, have them same dudes interested in him My visions unlimited, music's my outlet, I rock a outfit For all the foul shit I witnessed, make it my business To get a listener of one clear description If you hearing them, you would catch what I'm pitching Guarantee to serve your addiction, come on (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (End what's right and [Incomprehensible]) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know |
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| 4. |
| 4:04 |
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La, la, la, la, la ? and e`rybody say
La, la, la, la, la ? I know you, I know you... I know you`re thinking, thinking that it must be Armor All flow cause it never get rusty I aint gotta say it, man dawg trust me Bust somebody head, T.L.C. where was we? Still rock the prada `fore that, rock the Starter Niggas out in Georgetown, and Magic way harder Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore `em all up Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up [Chorus] We coming from the.. South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), Side of the Chi The broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars I`m like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars Burn cd`s with no regard for the stars Come to the grip with conflict, diamonds and the arts Back in `94 they call me Chi-town`s Nas Now them niggas know I`m one of Chi-town`s gods We even yo, you`re still talking no cause A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs [Chorus] Your fly is open, McFly The crowd is open I think I know why I`m back from the future seen it with my own eyes And yep, I`m still the future of the Chi Back in college I had to get my back up off the futon I knew that I couldn`t cop a coup with no coupons Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes People asking him, “Do you have any grey poupon?” [Chorus] You in the building but the buildings falling You wouldn`t be ballin` if your name is Baldwin My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans Back in school, ya`ll niggas you should call in August Summer sun it goes down but I`m still revolving Southside `bout to walk it out, I still get crawling If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin With money in the bank like G. Rap, we`re calling [Chorus] With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas Can`t wait till they say, “Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars.” Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie Like when Em` played him and Mekhi played a rasta Mexican don`t love it like it was for La Raza But this is for the mobsters, Holla We some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters [Chorus] Uh, the un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel Lean wit it, rock wit it, back like the disciples Know when to use a bible, and when to use a rifle You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle Caught a case of robbery, and `Beat It` like Michael Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku I write to `Do the Right Thing` like Spike do Do crime fixed is crucial and trauma is psycho [Chorus] La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la We`re coming from the...Hey! *scratches*.. spice it up (la, la , la..) Ya might have to spice it up Spice it up, spice it up, Take your life and... Yo, we`re coming from the...Hey! We`re coming from the...Hey! ...and this concludes our Chicago show Please stay tuned |
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| 2:29 | 
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| 3:34 |
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar
From here to salvador, the ladies dance To fill us reckless sons with passions of the heart Ive been round this town for so long, she's been dancing since the first day I've been all around but I love coming back to see lucy She swings me over to pull me out, Twirls around and I fall about, in giggles and laugher, oh I've plastered, can't d**n help it Im sorry love Whats to falling feeling feet Great for bouncing round these streets Theyre lonely like you, are for me, to ask for a dance or two A heart of gold, and a face so pale, with a second hand dress and lips of a temptress Bar stool banshee, howled out at me, The kings and queens at the clubs evolved from pubs And two much broken heart love Singing up the blues in locked boxed bedroom, a wop bop baloo bop ta wop bamboo Are you going to take the chance Why do you care no one plays fair And neither do the lords of the dance From here to Salvador, the ladies dance, to fill us reckless sons, with passions of the heart Well it's a bang bang Anglo Saxons at the disco A tish you all fall down Hound dogs round on the prowl For the next young girl, who told her daddy, going round Gemma to learn and study, I'm young and so free and I kinda sexy, and when I on the floor all the boys they feel me, and old dear diary never been a friend of mine.? From here to Salvador, the ladies dance, to fill us reckless sons, with passions of the heart |
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| 4:18 |
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[Chorus]
If you lookin' for me I ain't hard to find I'll be right there posted on that 59 I got a burna in my lap at all times And a bag a sticky icky green limes I got that paper in them rubber bands stacked up And I got somethin' hidden in the stash wrapped up If you see purple in my cup that mean I'm leanin' tough I got them haters on my back so I be strapped up I'm in a league of my own while them haters throw stones But my mind on cash I'm in the zone I'm grippin' wood and tippin' chrome I'm well known my wrist is rocky like Stallone Southlea is where I Rome The champ is here and there is no clone Off top I'm well respected on many blocks So I'm pullin' hundreds and smashin' cocks Knockin' these broads up out they socks I'm in the hood like wig shops Look close I ain't hard to spot I'm right there at that gamblin' spot Stackin' up a fat not [Chorus: x2] I'm a block burner like Lil Wayne Revisin' the game like king James The heads turnin like slim thug chain I'm bangin' hooks like sugar Shane I'm thowed off like Major Payne Talkin' shit like brother lane These boys talkin' down on the name But they all washed up like Eddie Kane The slab roof like David Blaine it disappear like magic Glock nineteen made a plastic might stretch ya out jus' like elastic I stay up on my toes till the day that my casket close Bankrolls and fine hoes fancy cars and starch clothes Weed cigars and Moet rolls pints a bar and kushy dro Dime collector outside the club in candy toy with tha trunk exposed Swishahouse baby that's my crew roll wit us or you'll get ran through We loved by few and still true let me tell yall jus wat it do [Chorus: x2] Its hustle time Texas I do this for tha streets Grindin' wit no sleep because that paper what I seek That hatin' need ta cease I'm evadin' the police And I been hustlin' since hulk hogan body slammed the iron sheek My flo is outta sight but them boys is all hype They cant see me up on tha mic So they be hatin' me outta spite Some potent purple sprite I done paid my dues I hear the strong survive but the weak end up on fox news Sleepless nights wit burna in hand cause now a days them jackas plot Jealousy turn friends ta foes im packin' glocks around tha clock Stackin' nots and mackin' hoes Chasin' paper and ridin' vogues Get that dough wit out tha po's On five nine double O [Chorus: x2] |
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| 4:35 |
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| 9. |
| 3:58 |
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(Clutch)
I switch whips with my homie But zip lips Do my dirt on my lonely Big light, blue bottle, some Vicki she can model And a sack of that Kush, she be on it And a room at the most remote Ramada No credit card info, nada Fresh change of the boxers, slacks and shirt Then Monday morning it's back to work (Here I go again tryin to) Pre-Chorus Get one off How do I do it And not get caught? Thought I'd cop a pass With the gifts I bought Give my girl everything But what she want I'ma tell my baby I'm sorry I was all caught up in her body So I hit that But as soon as the week starts I'm gonna shake my weekend jumpoff Chorus (Can't get enough of my) Weekend jumpoff (Can't get enough of my) Weekend jumpoff Got me on some hide and go freak Got your boy on the creep Got a chick, but she do it for me (Can’t get enough of my) Weekend jumpoff (Got my) options on the table Where one lacks, one's willing and able I make em smile, make em giggle I'm all up in the middle But I can't do right I gotta play em (Going) Round and round, no stoppin me (Faithful) See I just can't be it I do my dirt between them sheets Know a nigga need to stop But I'm in too deep (Now here I go again tryin to) Pre-Chorus Chorus The question is when she gonna ask me where do I be (where I be) Cause when the weekend comes she don't know where to find me Basically I give her One (more lie) One (more plan) Think of one more way To make a way to my Weekend jumpoff Chorus (Clutch) |
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Fake, fake records...
Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh All my dogs 1, 2 It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, one thing 'bout music, when it hit you feel no pain White folks says it controls your brain - I know better than that, that's game And we're ready for that two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs and rock and roll, whether your project's put on hold In the real world, these just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Again the real world (world), it's bigger than all these fake ass records When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter Or you wanna just get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry Agent with a wire, I'm gonna know it when I play it It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don't get them, they gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall We rock for y'all, all my dogs stay real Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills Because they not, MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot Talkin' bout how much money they got, all y'all records sound the same I sick of that fake thug, R&B, rap scenario all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y'all don't here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You can be next in line and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke You would rather have a Lexus or justice? A dream or some substance? A Beamer, a necklace or freedom? Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate, I just stay awake this real hip hop, And it don't stop until we get the po-po off the block They call it hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, what DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, what ya niggas wanna do DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, 1, 2, 1, 2 DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up... They call it... Fake, fake, fake records... |
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| 4:45 |
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From a boy to a man to a martyr its the yard father
Party starter who can hit the bar harder I order bacardi with dark lager To chase that mess its burning my chest like hot lava Verbally im a rotweiler you gon learn to respect me Cuz you aint even a doberman you a german shepard And thats a back in the day dawg Thugs now a days will cock it back pop a cap in your acorn Fuck what they say in they songs Gangstas dont stay long They make a little noise then they gone Thats why i tell my sister i love her Plus my mom and my brother Live for today i know im not promised another (another) You little punk mother fucker I aint got no love for you i got a slug for you Its possible today can be your very last morning Move your ass on and take this as a last warning Dont d-d-d-dont dont do that Dont dont d-dont dont do that Dont d-d-d-dont dont do that If you dot wanna get slapped dont do that You been talkin behind my back dont do that Steady runnin off at the trap dont do that You want me to say something back dont do that Cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped You been talkin behind my back dont do that Steady runnin off at the trap dont do that You want me to say something back dont do that Cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped From a petty larcenist to armed robber its the yardfather I aint jamaican but label me as the don darta Let a nigga try to bomb bodda I got a razor sharper than kareem abdul jabars barber You you a disgrace to your pops in the pen All he hearing about his son is the cops are his friends Only time he heard your name in a sentence with gun When you told and got a nigga sentence for one He aint raise you to be no bitch be no snitch Spent to much time with your moms sweet old bitch We was chewing you was suckin your chico stick Shoulda sent your fairy ass to military class Now your moms gettin sceamed on by your dad Like we shoulda had a daughter instead of a fag This the last time im tellin ya i swear its for sure I shouldnt even ever have to say this no more Dont d-d-d-dont dont do that Dont dont d-dont dont do that Dont d-d-d-dont dont do that If you dot wanna get slapped dont do that You been talkin behind my back dont do that Steady runnin off at the trap dont do that You want me to say something back dont do that Cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped You been talkin behind my back dont do that Steady runnin off at the trap dont do that You want me to say something back dont do that Cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped If you go to w w f u Somebody put a slug in your brother then guess who You know ima thug it but love it the best do Not to many love it as rugid as S do Im so special Im what the fuck is lyricism And im open to all your constructive criticism Let a nigga step outa line I get the tech and the 9 From up have a son truck and hit him with it I told him not to do it The nigga went and did it He talkin shit about me dawg now he feelin a get it And im ready to let the pop gun squirt And sit hoppin g rockin free saigon shirt Cuz he be tryna play me is not gonna work God made dirt now put some on top of this jerk Dont d-d-d-dont dont do that Dont dont d-dont dont do that Dont d-d-d-dont dont do that If you dot wanna get slapped dont do that You been talkin behind my back dont do that Steady runnin off at the trap dont do that You want me to say something back dont do that Cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped You been talkin behind my back dont do that Steady runnin off at the trap dont do that You want me to say something back dont do that Cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped (I Know) I know i know i know i know life got much more to offer me And i know i know i know i know the system treats us unlawfully And i know i know i know i know that a new day is yet to come And i know that ill be rite here with the nation We live in a place where babies are born addicted to base If you get arrested you likely to get kicked in your face A lot of bitches is sick with the "H." If you dont want the "I.V." think before you put your dick in her waist Its a disgrace theres only one particular race That got fucked ever since we got shipped to the states Like being trapped in a pit full of snakes They callin the coke dandruff the ghetto been inflicted with flakes I listen to rap but wouldnt let my kid listen to that Cuz if my kid listen to that then its a wrap Niggas replace wisdom with materialism I use the rhythm to preach about imperialism I get on it like martin luther king and do the damn thing Far as snitching goin like j-lo i can sing But ill eat you like a planet wing Lets pop a cop and then pop some champagne I know i know i know i know life got much more to offer me And i know i know i know i know the system treats us unlawfully And i know i know i know i know that a new day is yet to come And i know that ill be rite here with the nation They got drugs of all sorts coming through the airports Only once every five years somebody get caught How many lives must heroin cut short How many us folk gotta grow up to smoke shoot sniff or snort We no longer serving them dimes to manuever through turbulent times Me and my niggas murdering rhymes My life breathe like a verse in a song So its in the quran word bond yah gonna worship the don Convict since a young age face plastered on the front page Picture me workin for minimum wage I went in a rage packed the mack 10 and the gage In the streets i seen more action that nicholas cage Buck one for my niggas locked for using a gun Buck two and them niggas that bucked Roo fuck you Buck three for lucky Buck four for all my dawgs up north lets get this jump off jumped off I know i know i know i know life got much more to offer me And i know i know i know i know the system treats us unlawfully And i know i know i know i know that a new day is yet to come And i know that ill be rite here with the nation |
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| 3:27 |
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Look up from the hymnal
look 'round at the faces of families closing their eyes We're taking Communion and passing the offering hat around at the same time I reached for the hat and take all the cash And slide it into my ragged coat sleeve And leave in it's place a note to explain All of the reasons that stealing has led me to leave If there was a worthy cause for to give to May I be so bold as to say The givers not knowing where their money's going Is as sinful as throwing away Stained glasses shine on my red wine And the sweat of my brow drips to my shaking knees A small sacrifice to benefit one man's journey away from America's seas Sweet sweet sigh of relief Sweet sweet O Baltic Sea Sweet sweet sigh of relief Sweet sweet O Baltic Sea Sweet sweet sigh of relief Sweet sweet O Baltic Sea Nobody here knows my name Call it right or wrong I bought my ticket just the same |
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| 3:59 |
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Cross the street from your storefront cemetery
Hear me hailing from inside and realize, I I am the conscience clear In pain or ecstasy And we were all weaned my dear Upon the same fatigue You're staring at the sun Oh my own voice cannot save me now It's just standing in the sea One more breath And then I go down Your mouth is open wide The lover is inside And all the tumults done Collided with the sign You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your body's over me Note the trees because The dirt is temporary More to mine than fact face Name and monetary Beat the skins and let the Loose lips kiss you clean Quietly pour out like light Like light, like answering the sun You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breathe The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breathe The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me Be what you will And then throw down your life Oh it's a damned fine game And we can play all night You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breathe The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea |
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