Entourage

(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

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.

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

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

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

[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]

(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)

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...

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

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

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