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1. _ Hustler
ft. Hoodlumz [ VERSE 1: Lo-Lo ] Uno is for the money, deuce is for the show Trey is for the video, what the fuck is fo'? Fo' is for the hoes, and 5 to stay alive That shoulda been number 1, cause I don't wanna die Add 6 when I begin to flip the big Benz With the candy-coated paint, plus the 20" rims And what they hittin fo', I roll 7 out the do' Took his bankroll, plus his diamond and his gold 8: 'Don't be late' is for my niggas paper-chasin Got Nines for trick niggas in the game player-hatin 10's is for my niggas locked down in the pen And my niggas dead and gone, until we meet again 11 is for my poppy up in heaven Tell God send me a blessing, cause I'm down here stressin 12 is for the records we sell, we're goin platinum There's no turnin back now, so let's make it happen [ CHORUS: ] All I ever wanted to do in my life was be a hustler Some don't get it, but feel me when I spit it It's all about the dollar [ VERSE 2: O.C. The Sinister ] It goes one for the money, two for the show Everybody in the game know how it go It's a whole lotta hoes, a whole lotta dough Keeps me watchin on toes out my back window Creep slow by the ghetto, we never go without the .44 For urban travel, watch the scandal You petty rivals can't handle Hit your block, increase props as we dismantle Channel my vengeance through this sentence, I'm relentless You bitches wanna spend this, then get pimped We're never said to beat any listener senseless Heavyweighters livin major, pumpin this here, no circumference Who is this? O.C. The Sinister Navigatin, now we're raidin all over your area I'm darin ya to static with this Rap-A-Lot shit The Camorra make hits, tag licks, like movin bricks The lyricist full of canabis, livin extravagant With elegant bitches, plottin riches On quick-to-get-rich niggas full of liquor C'll shine one time livin bigger [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Lo-Lo & O.C. ] Now everybody in the game know how it goes Players like us do shows and pimp hoes Oh-oh, it's the Sinister and Lo-Lo comin through Them niggas playa-hatin, what the fuck they wanna do? I want peace, but if them niggas want beef We gon' have to take the heat to the streets Knawmean? They tryin to stop dreams and block creams It seems like what? They hate to see us havin lavish things Pictures in magazines, nice cars and diamond rings Ah-ah, ah-ah, we can't have no fake niggas on our team Now you watch my back, nigga, and I watch yours One's for the dough, two's for the shows, hoes, and tours [ CHORUS ] more free lyrics |
2. _ 2 Real
(bun b)
I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin
Had to find my place
But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue
Had to dodge a case
Had to dodge a bullet
And the nigga that tried to pull it
The streets is throwed
If i don't get lean and blowed everyday
I feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive
All my life this drive i tried
I seen a lot of good niggas die
Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched
Or somebody's a bitch
I wish i could change the past
But i gots to live in the present and pray
That tomorrow this shit don't last, i'm livin to fast
Shit, my momma asked me who i was like she ain't know me
But, to tell the truth i didn't know myself
I found out she had to told me
Just to show me just how good i had it
I guess i couldn't see it
Mild-mannered i just couldn't be it
But that was just the way we used to g it
One of the wrongest niggas i see
Or one of the strongest niggas i know
Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life i live ain't long and i know
So i put weed in the bong and i blow
Stay cool calm and collected a neglected
Child that grew into a man that's widely respected
Too real
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I feel no pain
I can't complain
Stuck in the game
Tryin to maintain
Cause i'm so real
(pimp c)
We blow big everyday
But that don't stop our pain
Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game
Got niggas doin 40
When you 25 that's life
I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price
These bitch ass niggas shife
Niggas might snitch out they momma
That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama
Cause we ain't promised tommorow
But nigga you promised to die
Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry
At night i talk to god and try to understand
How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man
I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back
So i just say thanks for what i got and blow on indo sacks
I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones
But i had to realize in life everything ain't always fun
I guess that's true for some
But them hoes will never win
Out here just hustlin and grindin
Tryin to change from niggas to men
Chorus
(3-2)
My nigga you a ho to me
Boy you done went off on me
Runnin round with the fakin and hatin
I'ma blast if you run up on me
I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch
This matter coulda been resolved
If you woulda came clean and paid my shit
See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last
Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass
And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up
No respect for your family that's dead
Don't write yo peoples locked up
Damn i miss my dog he was hog to this game
Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name
You boys is funny
I'm bout my money
And oh so true
Mr. 3-2 when i never trusted you
I'm too real
Chorus
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3. _ Greed
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4. _ All Night Long
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5. _ Rules 4 Real Niggas
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6. _ Menace Niggas Never Die
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7. _ Win, Lose or Draw
ft. DMG, Johnny P, Lo-Ke Win...Lose...Draw...Die [Scarface:] I read the book of Revalations and now I realize we in revalations and on that note I make this statement For all the young guns to become one to die young because the world is filled with hatred and they aim to blame our sons and I done seen down the barrel of a strap before but I don't wanna die no mo', I fear the reaper help us Jesus, help to keep us away from all the sadness and deliver us from the hate that cause the madness I'm glad its installed in me from day one Believe in something because most of my homies believe in nothing and paying for it, God bless your souls, I'll be praying for it eventually you'll have your day in court and I done been a witness to homocide seen a whole family die before the stones of diamonds in the sky through my bloodshot eyes feel the hurt and all the hate that I've trapped inside because the hurtin' hard to ache there's a smile on my face but, that's to keep a man from crying cause deep down inside, I know I'm dying I'm born for it, gon' take some time to getting used to and Satan I know that your listening but I rebuke you and refuse to let you capture me and kill my will just to survive the game of life, win or lose do or die, refuse to let you capture me to kill my will to survive the game of life, win or lose, do or die [Chorus (Johnny P):] [2X] Whether we win or lose this life to do or die but sometimes we lose the will to win and wonder why [DMG:] Open my hands like a book years and years me and my notebook I take a close look Peep it dread see myself failing a felon on the verge of 1-8-7 but I ain't ever wanna do it 'cause homocide never solved it, just momentarily resolved it we've all been involved in the calling of a loved one oldest ones the young ones the smartest one the dum-dums and not begun with some and they all probably died with none by the gun that's on the one, two, three and the fo's for life I slap five on the black hand side I realize the future lies among my two sons and daughter so I pray to God just for tomorrow In lieu of the drama I move my momma but the poverty's prolonging the pain plugging my arteries and veins with strains when I lose in this game [Chorus] [Lo-Ke:] 12/11/73, a young little huster was born torn from my momma's womb in the midst of the storm never warned I was going through a world of stress never knew that I was born for death, may God bless My pops died when I was thirteen, I'm still tripping forget living, I'm on a suicidal mission tears dripping from my eyes as I look up at the sky asked the higher power why my old man had to die It was hard to say goodbye I tried to hide what I feel forget the wife forget the will (naw, chill; naw, chill) I'm at your gravesight, latenight trying to figure out would I see your smiling face if I commence to dig you out I'm all about the cheese, I plan to see you once again but I can't make through the night without commiting a sin I had to realize there wasn't no friends, backstabbin I had to watch my own back while I was out mashin' closed caption for the hearing impaired have you ever seen your closest homey laid out buried and dead? I shed a tear even though I'm not supposed to cry I can't lie I ain't ready to die, I ain't ready [Chorus] more free lyrics |
8. _ Southside: Houston, Texas
ft. Devin, Tela Meanwhile, on the Southside of town... [Chorus] Southside, the south, southside [8x] [Scarface] Now what you niggas know about the dirty South Nigga you spit the wrong shit you gettin' spurred in the mouth Southside, let the spotlight shine, heat 'em up Introduce 'em to the glock 1-9, beat 'em up Who in the muthafuckin' house y'all, the Gulf Coast Sippin' blurbs, we perb on, serve and get a smoke Eyes bleedin' from the brown shit The porch thick as you could ever fuk around wit And shut you down, bitch I represent from all angles of the south From S.A. to M-I-A, we in the house Knockin' busta muthafuckas out So what you sayin' If you for real about this Goddamn game You'd say you playin' So what you claimin' Peep the game that's bein' spit Tell dem niggas who ain't listenin' That Southside's the shit I'm screamin' "Dirty South" While I'm chuckin' up my deuce Dedicated to my down ass niggas The South trues, the Southside [Chorus] [Devin] Southside, nigga what, nigga southside Bitches come a dime from outta town With they mouth wide open Scopin' out the popped trunks, trippin' Off the candy paint, drippin' Elbows and vogues slippin' Lookin' for sumtin' to happen And thinkin' that these streets are cool And I'm the fool to show 'em 'round 'Cuz I be rappin' That's when I let 'em know Hoe, there's no southern hospitality 'Cuz when dey get here Then the southern fatality I ball Wit a group of niggas when it's time to do a job Fuck these groupie bitches smokin' drankin' with the squad Because it gets crazy after dark They keep they hands on they gun From 5th ward to South Park The Southside [Chorus] [Tela] Bitches and hoes, jewelry and clothes Money to fold, afterparties and shows That's how it goes in this dirty hole Southside muthafuckas need to let 'em know that uhh (Niggas ain't playin' in Texas) Even our bitches be bouncin' in bubble Lexus In the 'llac, in the back, wit yack That's our thang Niggas got game and you slang like main I been around the world and I-I-I-I Love my Southside niggas I don't know man I don't know why, why We some live ass niggas Makes no sense how they pimp in the Chi I'm gone ball from the H to the M 'til I die A-T-L, what the hell, you know Atlanta be live In between New Orleans, shit , we 'bout it and high Come on more free lyrics |
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9. _ City Under Seige
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10. _ Homies and Thuggs
ft. Master P. and 2pac [Verse 1:] Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smiling And I'm driving to a place they're all warrin' the lake we build houses but its the hood we call home In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real we focused on the dollar bill, still The outsiders tend to disrespect the place where niggas do thier struggling die with a straight face Surviving, under conditions demons dinin' you can run it but can't hide it so step aside Its the nigga that makes music for the streets cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets, cause its deep Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface and let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose? A motherfucker sitting on fat he came up in the hood but he can't come back Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame on a mission to maintian me and take aim In position to let my opposition know my life cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right? Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper I'm sinking in this motherfucker deeper Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me fuck being a nigga in your army; though I'm a killer Enter the ghetto so that you can see what I mean when I say I love this cause it love me Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange and talking 'bout a motherfucking change This is for my thug niggas [chorus x6] This is for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh) [verse 2] 'Face, picture us working at McDonald's and me and you selling fucking toasted up (?) Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers No Limit soldiers to the fullest see I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh We ghetto niggas can't be stopped got me mixing up dope with little J down at Rap-A-Lot My phone tapped the feds on my tail got me paying luxury taxes on everything I build True to the ghetto that's my life you see that house on the lake its for the kids and the wife You can test me if you wanna cause I be dumping niggas off from New Orleans to California Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh) independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine You used to see C in a suit and tie but we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds Executive street millionaires niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair [Chorus x6] [Verse 3:] What do you get from boosting? niggas coming out from california to represent them niggas from Houston And now we rocking keep this shit popping and all my niggas across the bay know L.A. keep the shit hot I keep my glock inside my pants , dont give niggas a chance to put me inside a casket you dirty bastards Until the day I die you catch a nigga high off weed the police can't find me My shit will drop and I'll sell five million while all the niggas enter the game get caught up in drug dealing How can I fall? how can I ball, how can I catch my enemies and murder them all? My word of flame burn niggas inside thier brain niggas can't hang with me, and like it changes, uh Scarface got me on this shit we laced it motherfuckers in thier body and face, uh Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and nigga niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure M.O.B. and the leaf keep me weeded them niggas don't wanna see me when i got weed in my system Catch another victim, capture bodies bring a shottie to the fucking party, yeah I party all night I do this shit cause its wrong but we were born right And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways 'till these bitches understand nigga my song pay; cause I'm the man Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die keep this shit rough and raw my 45 Make sure that I survive to another day to bust rhymes which from I get paid Now that's the end of my freestyle but it was left for dead but the shit away you can hear it playing, westside [chorus x8] more free lyrics |
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11. _ Boo Boo'n
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12. _ Cocaine
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13. _ Warriors
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14. _ Dog These Ho's
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15. _ What's Goin' On
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16. _ Sleepin In My Nikes
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17. _ Who Run This
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18. _ Do What You Do.
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19. _ Homies & Thuggs ["the Remix"]
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20. _ Don't Testify
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21. _ Real
ft. 3-2, UGK [Bun B] I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin had to find my place But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue had to dodge a case Had to dodge a bullet And the nigga that tried to pull it The streets is throwed If I don't get lean and blowed everyday I feel just like I'ma explode on overload and overdrive All my life this drive I tried I seen a lot of good niggas die Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched Or somebody's a bitch I wish I could change the past But I gots to live in the present and pray that tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself I found out she had to told me Just to show me just how good I had it I guess I couldn't see it Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it But that was just the way we used to G it One of the wrongest niggas I see Or one of the strongest niggas I know Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know So I put weed in the bong and I blow Stay cool calm and collected a neglected Child that grew into a man that's widely respected Too real [Chorus] I feel no pain I can't complain Stuck in the game Tryin to maintain Cause I'm so real [Pimp C] We blow big everyday But that don't stop our pain Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game Got niggas doin 40 When you 25 that's life I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price These bitch ass niggas shife Niggas might snitch out they momma That's why me and Leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama Cause we ain't promised tommorow But nigga you promised to die Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry At night I talk to God and try to understand How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun I guess that's true for some But them hoes will never win Out here just hustlin and grindin Tryin to change from niggas to men [Chorus] [3-2] My nigga you a ho to me Boy you done went off on me Runnin round with the fakin and hatin I'ma blast if you run up on me I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch This matter coulda been resolved if you woulda came clean and paid my shit See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up No respect for your family that's dead don't write yo peoples locked up Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name You boys is funny I'm bout my money And oh so true Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you I'm too real [Chorus] more free lyrics |
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22. _ You Owe Me
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23. _ Ma Homiez
[Verse 1] [Scarface] (Bring it back) I bring it back with all my old school game No matter how you hate the OG, you can't change him See, cause to me it's total disrespect For motherfuckers who done lived in the ghetto Turn around and talk they shit And try to downgrade the next dude tryin To get up out the ghetto like you But you straight fried him See, now what you niggas need is open eyes Although you made yourself a couple a million, you keep an open mind Cause down the stretch, you lose your grips on reality And he who grips, slip on life fades fatality I seen the same shit you seen in the 70's And you can blame shit on me, but nigga never Beat the flow of a youngster, raised up amongsta Niggas who ain't bullshit with life, they straight stuck ya Now how the fuck am I supposed to change A place that since my mother been born it ain't been known to change And all my niggas can relate to what I bring to 'em Instead of turnin my back, I sing to 'em [Chorus x4] Jockin my homies? Ride for my homies, think? Cause I'll die for my homies [Verse 2] [Scarface] Dedicated to my homies who been trapped in the jail Since these other motherfuckers seem to lost they respect For the place, niggas got game on how to handle these streets Instead of layin dead, you get knocked down you stand on your feet If I ain't learn nothing else, I learned to struggle and strive Cause the ghetto made a man out a nigga, I can't lie But every black community done seen the same thing Somebody come up out the hood and make a strange change Ain't no forgettin where it started for me The hustle out the hood never departed from me No matter how many niggas try to change my story Can't nobody make me go change my story So motherfuckers claimin that they represent life Make sure them hoes is representin it right Talk to me [Chorus x4] Now break it down to the beat one time (vocal breakdown) Talk to me now [Verse 3] [Scarface] How dare you so called black politicians Knock me for the game that I explain to my listeners See, they wanna put me on remote control So they can turn me on and off when they feel it and try to take control But I refuse to cooperate You take away the plug out the game it ain't gon operate So now we're picky with the wickedly ways And I done been inside the beast in his belly for six days Cause they solutions is institutionalize All the game made millionaires would choose to survive Instead of fallin dead, we bounce to these beats But you look at my music like an ounce on these streets I send this out to every street in your city with blacks on em Since every motherfucker got paid to turn they backs on em I got more love for the ghetto than that And every time I step my ass out the hood, I go back So you can miss me with that bullshit you stressin I keep it real with my niggas with no question So while you're teachin em that shit they can fake to I teach em shit that they can relate to My homies [Chorus x4] more free lyrics |
24. _ Do What You Do
ft. B-Legit & Bushwick Bill [B-Legit] I flip, make hits, and stick like peanut butter Five g's to the homie my money he didn't stutter The gutter with the gats, fuck that, we need the lucho It ain't no in between such things as being neutral We shoot y'all, answering to me if it's needed Catch you in the bucket and fuck it we gon feed it We bleed it, A-K spray and nine milla You fuckin with a killa for scrilla Money wanna deala Peel 'em from the back and fact, you're ass out Throw you in the trunk, we bump and mash out We blast out and get the fuck outta dodge And leave your body corpse parked at the Travellodge You can't reason with a fool with guns and no brains Thrown off your balcony get stoned and let's remain We stressed main, paper come up short Plus this bitch with my baby tryin to take me to court I need a new quarter, plus my screws is loose Makin niggas wanna pour shit down like orange juice I one two, and slap the fuck outta you So go on about my business bitch, and do what you do You like to run shit Do what you do You fuck with powder bitch? Hey yo, do what you do You turn dyke too Yeah, do what you do But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too If you build a heist Yo, do what you do You like to talk the vice? Do what you do Speakin on my crew Nigga, do what you do But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too [Bushwick Bill] Me and two freaks in B-Legit's back seat F-u-c-k-i-n-g I got clunkers, cuz you know big Chuck like em plump Sippin hurricane bumpin slurricane cuz it thumps In my trunk my pistol grip pump at all times Kryptonite got me blowed cuz I hit it five times I got condom on my dick, but my mind is on scrilla Bitches just respect this nigga Chuck and I'ma killa Me and my nigga, four hoes, weed, and liquor Headed to the boat to freak these bitches on the river And since I'm from the south these hoes showin me love And B is from the west, he really don't give a fuck Twenty minutes later, all hell broke loose Bitches suckin dick and lickin up nut juice One bitch said she like to eat pussy too She looked at me, I said shit, bitch, do what you do Bitch you like suckin dick? Do what you do Homie, you like to eat pussy? Do what you do Nigga you like bein broke? Do what you do Bitch you wanna fuck me, I wanna fuck you too Nigga you like stealin cars? Do what you do Nigga you like bein 'hind bars? Do what you do Nigga you don't give a fuck about shit? Do what you do Nigga it's fuck Bushwick, well fuck you too more free lyrics |
25. _ Overnight
ft. Do or Die, Rock Roc & Snypaz Yo Nod What's up B-lo? Hey man, niggaz tryin' to stir up shit between amongst us and Chicago man, what you think about this shit? Ah, between us and the Snypaz? Man I'm talkin about us and every muh-fuckin body, man Ah but you know we too tight up in Chicago We got love worldwide baby don't stop, north, south, east and west That's right, know what I'm saying, straight up comin to you Snypaz and Do or Die, Rap-A-Lot mafia From the Chi, here it go like this [Verse 1] I went from zip locks and bakin soda To smokin herb, cookin 'ola Never lookin overnight success Cause I want a Rover Hold you head up and stick yo chest out And if you heavy off in this game then get yo vest out I hit the scence like po-po's In the four door Chevrolet, we gas With hats broke off to the left To show you exactly where you at I want the scratch that you done say Remember, bust a cap a lot For the rooftop Snypaz snap a lot Puttin down with Rap-A-Lot You'll die, can't fuck with us So when you say it, you'll a lie You'll try and get shut down From Texas all the way back to Chi Ain't no success even if you cryin for it Them niggas alive know it, they dyin for it Even them niggas that kill, get caught, and strive for it I strive for it That's why I sixteen years and a positive Try to let go of my negative Only got one life to live It's fucked up, only had one chance And now I'm takin it See niggas fakin it If a nigga ain't real then his ass ain't makin it Overnight, I had to do more than hold the mike Had to control the fight Had to make sure my dough was right Had to make sure my boys was tight Noise and lights, stalkin from the end of my (?) gonna spook ya Horror type of tactics, you bet the Snypaz (?) knew ya Stressed out, had me feelin left out Stuck and I gotta get my self out But when I was kid then crept out Fuck all the ones who never helped out Stepped out with grams and plans to be an overnight achiever Since (....?....) to non-believers, overnight [Chorus X 2:] You can do what you wanna do But it ain't gonna happen for you Not overnight Overnight, overnight, overnight Overnight, overnight, overnight [Verse 2] Livin it up, this ain't no overnight shit See (?) got a death wish But Do or Die and Snypaz, represent Chi-Town Took a life and get lit up quick Rain niggas got me doin this Used to be on some sell ass shit Or mail that bitch back home in a box And leave no trail of this Now won't witness this and this is How's it's gonna fall All of y'all gonna battle Leave this life, all shells gon drop tonight You say that you want a spot Better they hit like the shit from Rap-A-Lot So pack that glock or AK stops your clock, my straps get hot Even though it's hot it ain't hot enough to stop this entourage Rain, Do or Die, pick a piece Snypaz, one big mob Better stop that heart Beuregard this industry from backyards to owin Lexus cars So flex that shit cause down in Texas, everybody talks Cause ain't gonna fall, overnight [Rock Roc] I got an american dream of gettin out the ghetto Runnin out they mails About the loved ones that said they love me, but didn't care Do Roc scare? With the fuckin niggas who groundin me It's Roc on the block, 45 glock cocked Finna pop these niggas and they drop I'm screamin more and more and more war Killa for scrilla and more war, more war (more war) I'm screamin more and more and more war Killa for scrilla and more war, more war (more war) A to the muthafuckin K Runnin through the gateway bustin at the niggas back Uh, Ooo wee, whip a, nigga, wit his, own gat Oh snap, you in the business, dump him in the tar Point blank range, nigga I'm game, do anything (..?..) , (..?..), hangin out the window Me and my comrades take a nigga out his shoes Rule number one, don't get it confused I'm talkin bout that one three, s-h-o-t Nine millimeter kill 'em off of me Make 'em freeze Kill for my nigga that'll kill for me Infa, red, lights and bombs leave a bitch, a nigga his arms Stay alarmed, Vietnam, when I closed caskets Pimp, lyrical tactics, shit look hectic When I bomb a bad bitch 1997 niggas, and you can't do it overnight [Vocal breakdown] more free lyrics |
26. _ The Ghetto
ft. Ice Cube, Willie D [Scarface:] I dedicate this to my world doug strugglers I hope metafy you with peace and all hustling I'm busting, for ya'll niggas Cause your my niggas on tha realer beground these streets for stacking peeler For the dealers, save back on your teams and underrestamate with these who do you get the paper and then get of the street ya'll remember, you'll never give the money and the dope to me cause i wont give a shee to a nigga starvin so we can fluss and blow weed hangin' with the warden how many niggas on the quad who don't giva a fuck Survivin struggls hiting licks out the hippieclub I'm just a homie out the hood who did something so why are you fronting i'm in for ten years and i'll still wanted you heard me homie! or do you try to tell it to the dumdums they call you niggas and niggas try steel were they come from i bring the front to all my homies out riding help a homie get on his feet, and we'll all riding sange, and fange in this game, but it's true be sure that you'll respecting the power, and that's you never forget the neighbourhood were it started the ghette south eight is my hood and my hearts with the... [Chorus:] Ghetto, Ghetto. I can't get out of here ghetto nigga ghetto i can't get out of here [Willie D:] I represent the southeast, of southeast millenium muthafucka and kay-doo were ya at (one time) bring tha rockas cause muthafuckas being talkin' for so long but now i'm down with the innerface clik and it's on give a fuck were you're from nigga and kay-doo always represtentin that nigga is a fact i've lived in it now look at me, ya'll can't steel rabbit for all ya'll niggas talking that shit, i'm still strapping Will i strapp ya? Niggas with all that hot capit niggas packin' in fake and it ain't happning will you think we're smacking that yellow road is steady packing the home of the ghetto slangin and car jacking nigga, i ain't acting i was brought up in this bitch from the O.P's and all down to the eastwike even flat joe's and even the lingwood is all hood for the Christ your all driving is all hood The ghetto [Chorus:] Ghetto Ghetto i can't get out of here [Ice Cube:] I got give it up to my ghetto niggas in the ghetto, bitch, looking forthem ghetto licks geting ghetto rich knowing that the steam in the book flip the gang quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name this ghetto slang is some shit thatcan beat collage, you ain't fucking with this hustla with street knolledge 9 to 5 still fliping twenties on the side try to get by the feints i'm making dollars out of fifty cents got the big body benz, with the wheels on it a celuarphone with no bills on it get your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it baby, leen on it, and i can put the kill on it you gotot strap a nigga lie like a singer puting your baby to sleep and turn of your ring and you can catch me on banewick looking sick in a six and some schweiz on my wrist now picture this you got to blow, cause to many niggas out for mr. Jackson's dope ya'll niggas got to go, to the ghetto [Chorus:] Ghetto, Ghetto. I can't get out of here ghetto nigga ghetto i can't get out of here [Willie D] Deathwall is the site when the mic be light as twice as shipp advice to my homies who write me in te pine Now the sale is hell but kids keep sending me mail with their laberty bell, so i can tell you about the half and who got cow for riches, and sending bithces, i'm making bitches I remember when i just to get beat with extensioncars and we slanged by to see were my house was started stealing out of my mama's perce now that she's gone she lives thrue my songs and it sure hurts i couldn't have treated her worse then in the ghetto and turn our womens into wideows sick to see my homie that i ain't with, trade with, payed with, laughed with dead in a casket. to my pumps we can reach the top but you got a chance to get of the pop if you see your chance baby take it i was the last mothafucka in the world who thoiught i would make it but look at me now, a six on the beach in greeze check from the muthafucka stretts of the ghetto [Chorus:] Ghetto, Ghetto. I can't get out of here ghetto nigga ghetto i can't get out of here more free lyrics |
27. _ Small Time
ft. Ghetto Twiinz [Chorus] I started small time, dope game, cocaine Pushin' rocks on the block, I'm never broke main Sportin' jewelry and the shit they came wit rollin' hard You try to serve me you'll get served, wit no regard [2x] [Twin 1] I gotta do what I gotta do in this game I started small time, dope game, cocaine I went from quarters to ounces to slangin' ki's bitch I went from rags to riches and I'm stackin' G's quick Now the popo's wanna come and get a nigga I'm gonna knock 'em on they ass 'cuz my shit is bigga I got my block sewed up, got them rocks swole up Keep my shit on cock in case they roll up Niggas wanna stick me for my G's and ki's But believe I'm gone make dem bitches bleed indeed You can bring it bring it bring it but you can't stop this Bulletproof in case you bitches try to pop this Can't stop what I'm ishin' out I'm thugged out Final real Cormega shit, a drughouse Get the razorblade and a test tube and a cocaine Niggas swell in this dope game Check me out [Chorus] [Scarface] I'm on a all night flight Swingin' these others, got these cluckers all on me Steady sweatin' me for credit, tryin' to act like they know me Show me the money, it ain't funny Want a twenty or a dime See I'm a hustla on the grind Can't do nothin' for five Get out my face This ain't the place To run game on me homie That five dollars that you shakin' Can't change nothin' here homie I saw some misses 'bout the riches Double cross me, swim wit the fishes I'm inchin' wit one-way tickets To them bitches who didn't get it, get it Twist it, paper chasin' On this bacon I'm makin' All that plottin' and that fakin' Got you dancin' wit Satan See you hatin' on a playa Way too major for bustas Bring the ruckus muthafuckas If you think you can touch us Get on the prime co's Load the black rhinos, in the 5-4 Villain, killin' children barricadin' my millions While I'm small time dealin' I'm just smugglin' chickens Get my G's in position I'm cookin' ki's in the kitchen Small time [Chorus] [Twin 2] I got a pocket full of stones Where the fiends at Got them big ol' boulders That's where the G's at Can't fuck wit rattin' ass hoes A bitch don't need dat And for you jackin' ass niggas I'll have that heat yeah I'm takin' 'em down I'm beatin' that ass I'm puttin that thang all in dey face Comin' for my G's, nigga please Bitch it's steady straight Makin' 'em, gettin' dividend Got it hot yeah in-between If them popo's come and get me Let me out, I'm doin' again We low, kilo, everythang I worked fo' Have my girl workin' that corner Don't come up in this short, hoe Never seen, you know what I mean All about that crispy green Have it sewed up from H-town back to New Orleans Murder murder if you play me short Takin' heads clean off this bitch and bustin' hard Fiends have my block on fire and have me workin' it And my boys on the corner out there twirkin' it They twirkin' it [Chorus & Fade out] more free lyrics |
28. _ In My Blood
ft. Big Mike, DMG, Yukmouth [Verse 1:] [DMG] You wonder why, I hang with these thugs Whut, I'm from the hood Nigga, I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck) It's in my blood Since I was little I been hangin' with these Niggas And till I die I gon remain with these Niggas St. Paul in The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin' I put it down yes Now Chris Rock were you at I heard you say some shit about some blacks Nigga, this been your ass back Come see the real deal Stay in the fields Nigga These Niggas will kill This ain't no cap-gun shots, Nigga This a Glock, pah, pah, It's death on your block Knock, knock Whut's up Nigga? These sirenes start singing It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin' It's stinkin', freakin' Bowlin' on the weekend Creepin, seekin' Me, till the currency Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks I'm dubble parked for the train Even your moms know my name I be the D into the M and the M into the G And I bring the B-O-M-B-? Nigga [Chorus] [Yukmouth] It's In My Blood Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds And fuckin wit these thugs, Nigga That's In My Blood You wonder why us niggas be hustelers And out there slingin' drugs, Nigga That's In My Blood That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug And make that Nigga bug, Nigga It's In My Blood Niggas like me turn Niggas like you into hustelers Fuckin wit us, fuckin wit us! [Verse 2:] [Yukmouth] It's in my veins Like a chain-reaction How it all happened Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80's Back in the day when shit was crackin' Niggas pay 38 for a package Tightly rappin' For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added That's where the A-raps headin' Even when I sleep they in cavage Lavage shit Do automatics with scopes under my mattress With the dope and the drugmoney, stuffin' that shit up under the rugmoney Thug hungry Takin' drugs only cause we love money I'm a Nigga, he's a Nigga, would you like to be a Nigga too Makin' big scrilla like these Niggas do You probably be a drugdealer too Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue Listen for clues In the kitchen bakin up Peruvian flake It takes 28 grams Multiplied by 36 zips to make A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake A hundred grams on the triple beam flake 2.2 pounds to be straight My Niggas just flew in from GA Ready to buy 4 kilos Then drive slow back to Youngstown Ohio So fuck these rhymes Let me stick my dick in your ear, and fuck with your mind Nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3:] [Big Mike] Niggas betray themselves as low key, broken down and fabricated Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded Ain't no wars cause they made it That type of bullshit is outdated But I played it like I laid it My partners have always said that It was set me up For life Money, clothes and hoes but road I chose was Nothin' nice Niggas know just what it's like to be hustelers Governors from strugglers Bitches lovin' us Blindly chasin' that life we lust I blush, bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams Goin' down and roll fast Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen Fried of me, huh Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see But part not I was blind to the point, not even I could see, or that I could be Obviously I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery Hit me with the type of mystery Lay it down like history With the intend of be myself and I Street desire, easila Piece of mind, I was least to find Some sassiness Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly And I was discontent With the shit that life once sent Government depend, now most of my time is spent Escapin' what I love It's in my blood [Chorus x2] more free lyrics |
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