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"Never Scared"
(feat. Killer Mike, T.I.) (Bone Crusher talking) Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga... Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the ma'fucca How hard we really ma'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin? Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga... Dat sheeit don't mean nuttin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga! Sheeeeit, lemme show this ma'fucca how hard this shit really is!!! (Chorus) So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk So I go to my loaded tech 9 thats up in da trunk I told that muthafucka I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (northside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) (Verse 1: Bone Crusher) Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch! Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA! Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER! Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank (REPEAT CHORUS) (Verse 2: Killer Mike) I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin My gun's my favorite bitch and And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin! (REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.) (Verse 3: T.I.) Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez! So don't make it a me or you situation I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the Best for last, nigga kiss my ass Like ?? they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga! (REPEAT CHORUS) (Bone Crusher yelling) YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka! We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz... Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely... We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz! T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa! (REPEAT CHORUS 2X) |
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"Never Scared"
(feat. Killer Mike, T.I.) (Bone Crusher talking) Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga... Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the ma'fucca How hard we really ma'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin? Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga... Dat sheeit don't mean nuttin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga! Sheeeeit, lemme show this ma'fucca how hard this shit really is!!! (Chorus) So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk So I go to my loaded tech 9 thats up in da trunk I told that muthafucka I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (northside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) (Verse 1: Bone Crusher) Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch! Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA! Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER! Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank (REPEAT CHORUS) (Verse 2: Killer Mike) I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin My gun's my favorite bitch and And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin! (REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.) (Verse 3: T.I.) Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez! So don't make it a me or you situation I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the Best for last, nigga kiss my ass Like ?? they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga! (REPEAT CHORUS) (Bone Crusher yelling) YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka! We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz... Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely... We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz! T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa! (REPEAT CHORUS 2X) |
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| 5. |
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Attention!
Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone(repeat 4x) Chorus: Grippin the Grain from the front to the back can you feel my WOOFER's bang Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall (repeat) Bonecrusher: 87 while I'm gripping the grain Pimping is hard though, ain't a damn thing changed Coming down so clean, shouts out to Texas man I'm so fresh, my nigga you didn't know Crispy starch jeans, starched down to the floor Heavy set exterior, deep into the floor What's y'all niggaz talking about, you niggas ain't hardcore This here the major don Got the speakers in the trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump Chorus: Grippin the Grain from the front to the back can you feel my WOOFER's bang Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall (repeat) Lady Ice: I got my body capris and heavy Chevi's wit TV's Triple gold D's,don't have to be some 20s just to sho fa me Tha candy paint when it flips it has to draw attention Not to mention, tha high performance, motor chrome up in it The major beat that gone here it from like 2 blocks away Quakers quakin,'haps i'm tha beats around the place It don't matter where ya from,tha chop shop,i'll show u chrome We keeps it pimpin,representin & let these hatas know we... Chorus: Grippin the Grain from the front to the back can you feel my WOOFER's bang Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall (repeat) Bonecrusher: Al Pine,Poncho keep stompin,if ya feel me baby, tell me somethin Shorty,I keep swurvin,observin tha ones they observin Fresh beats we keep servin,now they grabbin they ears,on tha curvin I stay cooly,whooly,tell me somethin fresh,ya heard me? Chorus: Grippin the Grain from the front to the back can you feel my WOOFER's bang Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall (repeat) Marcus: Niggaz pimpin through tha streetz,smokin on some 5-5 ??? in tha wind,everytime i ride by Pull in wit tha gigiglo,pull up at tha liquor sto White & Beige goods, lexus, sweet potatoe pie Like i'm so high, 4 as I lean,wit that thang by my side & its toe 16 So fresh & so clean,baby boy comin by down from them bows to tha wheel,blowin dro feelin drilled to them hoes they tha ??? Chorus x: Grippin the Grain from the front to the back can you feel my WOOFER's bang Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall (repeat until fade) |
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| 3:39 |
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| 10. |
| 3:37 |
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[Lil Jon - Intro]
(Lil Jon, Lil Jon yeaa Bone Crusher, Bone Crusher) [Hook - Bone Crusher] Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane? Me nigga, It's me nigga Who in the, Cutlass with the Mary Jane? It's me nigga, It's me nigga Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane? Ha-ha It's me, It's me nigga Who in the Cutlass with the Mary Jane? It's me nigga, It's me nigga [Verse One - Bone Crusher] Who knockin' niggaz out of they pud shoulder They, luncin' on ham sandwich and, munchos Understand this fuck niggaz, I come slow Motion, knock down the ocean This nigga here is extra large, nigga Cali-coes Tech-nine, that's the triggor We (What?) run (What?) these (What?) streets! (What?) Fuck (What?) Niggaz (What?) Descease! (What?) [Hook - Bone Crusher] Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane? Me nigga, It's me nigga Who in the, Cutlass with the Mary Jane? It's me nigga, (What?) It's me nigga (What?) Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane? Ha-ha It's me, It's me nigga Who in the Cutlass, with the Mary Jane? It's me nigga, It's me nigga [Verse Two - Chyna White] Yeah nigga, I'ma ride ti'll I can't ride Drink ti'll I can't drink, flow ti'll I can't flow Blow ti'll I can't blow! Yo' niggaz know when that White hit, I show no mercy And I ain't Jesus but I'll bless you with that Hershey It's some hot ones, we don't just got guns, we pop guns! They know they zippin' yo' body up when the cops come If the blood don't speak in the streets, the shots will And if this rap don't save me from the game, my death will! [Hook - Bone Crusher] Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane? Me nigga, It's me nigga Who in the, Cutlass with the Mary Jane? It's me nigga, (What?) It's me nigga (What?) Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane? Ha-ha It's me, It's me nigga Who in the Cutlass, with the Mary Jane? It's me nigga, It's me nigga [Verse Three - Bone Crusher] I ain't never scared! swirvin' drunk, off of that liquor Take that dro to the head, why'all can't, fuck with this nigga! Fuck up Chevys and Caprices with that bump in the trunk Bone Crusher run these streets so nigga wassup?! Lil Jon and Chyna White, man we don't give a fuck! Take that tummy to yo' belly nigga, BUMP BUMP BUMP! I'm the worldwide version of the shit called crunk So nigga what's up PLEASE ?? [Hook - Bone Crusher] (Repeat 2x) Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane? Me nigga, It's me nigga Who in the, Cutlass with the Mary Jane? It's me nigga, (What?) It's me nigga (What?) Who the nigga jumpin' from lane to lane? Ha-ha It's me, It's me nigga Who in the Cutlass, with the Mary Jane? It's me nigga, It's me nigga [Bone Crusher] Why'ALL NIGGAS DON'T NOOONNE! OF UUUUUUUSss.. Why'ALL NIGGAS DON'T NOOONNE! OF UUUUUUUSss.. |
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| 1:39 |
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[chorus bonecrusher]this is for the streets babt it'll blow ya damn mindbaby whoa oh oh[2x][verse 1 boncrusher] you know i'm (you know i'm hot) i'm not disrespected for the name i got (the name i got) food a man need to eat ( to eat) i dedicate this song for the streetz called in sick (in sick) i'm always in the streets wit my chick (my chick) [chorus 4x]
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| 13. |
| 4:44 |
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Listen let that music hit you for about 5 seconds
There are thingz in life We of people need to get, need to get our weight up Together the struggle starts today people Listen here we go In life sometimes things ain't what they seem Some say they love you don't mean a damn thing Sometimes it makes me wonder why This pain it hurts me deep inside Cuz all I wanna do is give love But all day wowdees mean mug So it brings the thug in me And all I want is my family wit me To share in this love of life For my lil shorties to eat right It's the short life that we live And there's a lot that you can give Get up yo weight people? Tell em Tell em Why we hate ourselves sooo Please let me kno Why we hate ourselves soo Guess that's how goes The wars the battles the tussles the struggles From nobody to a legend Give in here I command your attention As if I was a band, you the people in the stand understand I keep my lyrics slum and rigid Young prospects watch, my feet don't miss my pivot Don't matter my year, my gives stay consistent I went from born to blazed To beautiful days and beautiful ways Laying down the truth for a bankhead, respect it I try to interject it, I say through the music and the medic Im dedicated to my pen and my pistol My family and my hood I wish you nothing but good Tell em Tell em Why we hate ourselves sooo Please let me kno Why we hate ourselves soo Guess that's how goes We don't love ourselves, cuz we hate who we see off in the mirror A people that don lied to us In the quipped to 24 7 Show us in the good book, if we go off to heaven, reverend We swerving in our innocence Taking off in yo G 44 tell the truth about my ken 44 Po Po scared my up honey, and gave her a stroke Jammed her up wit coke, strung out on soaps Just listen a beat, ain't no love in these streets And it's a shame what a nigga gotta do to feed his family Trappin, scrappin, head stung I made my mistakes in the past, but I was young and dumb Learn from the thug, learn from the bars, learn from the ghetto, learn from the slum I forget bout the struggle, I cant get by without the help from my sister and my brothers Tell em Tell em Why we hate ourselves sooo Please let me kno Why we hate ourselves soo Guess that's how goes Never say never, I'm clever Cutter butter brother Shut her motherfuckin lips wit my clip Take a trip, take you way up in yo whip A legendary, underestimated, underrated, hated by the critics But I spit it, make em git it Kick it when I hit yo city, Hook me up with the best greens they serve I took a bird in the red eye I'm workin' till I'm dead eye The mission never ends Im up for them lazy a** Mo gon clap dough, silly from they growth True niggaz they kno, stay together till its over Staring out the window of my old home, We older I'm never sober I'm never sober Tell em Tell em Why we hate ourselves sooo Please let me kno Why we hate ourselves soo Guess that's how goes |
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| 0:52 |
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| 5:35 |
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[Intro-Bone Crusher]YeahUn-huhWhoa!Vainglorious, open ya ears and listenBread and Water just place meyes, indeedBone Crusher, whoaYes!Some of that Break 'Em Off (the terror spectrum to what I do)Okay, listen closelyListenListen
[Chorus]I'm just riding in my homeSinging this ghetto songIn this hood I call homeSinging this ghetto songWhoa! Singing this ghetto songSinging this ghetto songSinging this ghetto songSinging this ghetto songSinging this ghetto [Bone Crusher]I told y'all I'm gheto for lofeI'm always heavy I'm never in lifeBare last from Chevy gotta keep it tightAnd my hood run through me so I'm repping it rightVainglorious, my niggas can trustThat I got they back when it's time to attackKeep grinding and trapping for ya paper You know they gon hate so you keep it struggle, player Gonna hustles, the grown muscles My uncle told me that these streets touck ya Amazing, huh I just love it I still hear my grandma fussing I'm country cousin [Chorus] [Lil Pete] Lil Peezle Bone Crusher D.S.G.B Y'all know how we do it What's up [Lil Pete] Nigga ghetto for life and I'm Be here forever Thug niggas from these streets and we hustler for cheddar So we can live better and have bigger thangs Blow joke all day and sip on champagne See in this that I call home We slang crack all night till the early mourn First street across the Georgia where I got it on Sticky pants and t-shirts with my fucking stone Mean-mug on my face everyday, home I keep my radio tune to this ghetto song And pray to God that it won't be long before we hit the top I shit blow up nigga and hit the fucking chart A nigga riding [Chorus] [Bone Crusher] Hit the rib shack for a little snack I see this little shawty with the donkey in the back "Only in the hood with ya fineness, just so fine ghetto princess" Why not? My focus is all that I got Shout's out to Goodie Long stay strong Cool Joe We done it we all foe I wish them young niggas would get off the blow But it's like this in every ghetto But I stay strong maybe thers's some hope I like to have fun but life ain't a joke Sometimes I just wanna sit back and smoke [Chorus] (2x) |
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| 4:43 |
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| 3:24 |
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Chorus:
The Wall The Wall And we keep on struggling And we ain't got nothing And we need to get something [2x] This woman can't put the bread on the table It isn't like she isn't willing and able Went down to the department of labor They gave her a job, made it minimum wage uh And its like mental slavery (uh) Chorus Got love for my Got to war for my for my be strong for the struggle hard for the struggle got to keep you hustle got to show your muscle we down for the streets we live in the streets what's that trappin' but it got to eat wanna bust your cap and life makes you snap but hoes don't gots to adapt Chorus Lift your head up Get your chin off your chest remember its hard for us all that's out here on the quest to be the best at what we do and never accept it less we all got our own destinies that we must manifest you can't let 'em stop you and let 'em drop you sometimes a part of you just gotta do what you gotta but you always keep swinging from my force always know you gotta keep singing chorus [3x] You gotta get up, stand up, never give up [9x] |
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