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Child Of The Ghettoโดย: G-Dep |
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1. _ Blast Off
ft. Mark Curry, Loon [G. Dep] Yeah... Yeah, me and my man's and them We gon' blast off Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop Come on to the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps Cracks in they Jeeps, don't sleep till they 6 feet deep No 'lax' in my tracks they potent Fuck homicide, I'ma ride, keep smokin' I keep smokin' till the bullshit filter Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya When I swerve hit nerves Number 1 contenders, I put 'em on injured reserve And everybody know what's golden, matter of fact platinum, ?mores trap to mold in? Once I explode and I, burn up the road and Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin' it's stolen Understand, the world's in my hand G. Dep in this scam, no stunt Bitch play the front And I'ma show you how to lay back do a buck while you puff on a sac Cause yo, I'm about to blast off - Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what's the case Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint Nigga, I'ma blast off Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo Nigga, I'ma blast off Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone [Mark Curry] Yo, yo, uh Who's a nigga harder than me? On the boats, make it known how the slaughterin' be Damn, Curry ain't the shit? Put the name in your mouth Got it different? You ain't on what you talkin' about Bustin' off in her mouth, catch me I'm feelin' for whoever test me, pity for whoever second guess me Know how to ?manhand'? it's real as it get Feelin' my shit, straight through the cealin' with this Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy Gutters of the street where my mind be Play the game, get you a 'zil' Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill Heat, got it with me still Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched Out like your motherfuckin' guns bust, BLAOW Sure shot, hit again, spit it grim, anytime, anyplace Bitch, I'm about to- [G. Dep] Blast off, yo I get it poppin' When I rock, yo it's non-stoppin' Yo, I'm about to blast off See me at the show, when I rock everybody know Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off Bottles gon' pop, cause when I rock, everybody rock Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off Straight to the top, cause everybody know this is hot [Loon] Aiyyo son, I'm about to blast off, like an astronaut Niggas don't wanna see a nigga blast the glock Niggas don't wanna see a nigga flash the rocks And pop up in the flashy drop - motherfuckers Niggas know me, Loon's a gunslinger Fuck fightin' a nigga, I'm usin' one finger Catch one of you rap cats in the 'Humdinger' Some niggas get shot, live and become singers Expect to die, I'd rather sit in a chair, electrified Than to stand here and testify But, other than that though, we never get caught We ?Joy Jefferson? walk, out of federal court We gettin' bread in New York, ain't better the sport So whatever you thought, you can use whatever support But, I think it's best you go 'head and just walk Or have the cops find traces of lead in your corpse Yo, I'm about to- [G. Dep] Blast off- Straight to the chase, cause everybody know what's the case Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint Nigga, I'ma blast off Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo Nigga, I'ma blast off Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone more free lyrics |
2. _ Special Delivery
[Verse 1] Yo, this for my niggas, though, special delivery Spit like this, get my wrists all glittery Get cake, snakes get slithery Lean in, show y'all the meaning of chivalry Rap ruler, you could ask Buddha Right jab like Zab Zuda Every member on my team is the shooter Tight like a womb, no room for intruders Spark Buddha, twistin' the Philly And Good Humor, don't be silly It's gravy baby, I got it all smothered Like makeup, I got it all covered Want a jewel, don't be cruel It's authentic, don't be fooled By these phony accusations Backlash and slanders Front, and they put pits in ya Stunts and propaganda Keep it private, 'cause I'm the commander In chief, I never stop like beef Gimme a break, I might shake the building place Say vacate all women and children I spit it out Chorus (repeat 2x) Special delivery I want that Special delivery I need Special delivery Can I have that Special delivery Come give it to me [Verse 2] If you ain't ready, I'ma bust through ya curtain Encore, you're not sure, I'm certain Wait, make sure the mic workin' Make cake, sorta like Earth Wind And Fire, the rap vampire Retire in the morn' Warm like campfires Matter of fact, I'm blazin' Raisin' the roof up Slide off with ya rooster Took her to the stu and seduced her Let her do a skit, then she hit my producer (Oh) Not whatcha used to, I'm looser Ya need to stop fuckin' with them losers, now who's up The mystic ruler, grand imperial Filthy, but milky like cereal Bang this in ya stereo MC's is dead and I'ma get head up at they burial And that's disrespectful I'm strong like Exo mixed with X, yo And that's the high capability And yes, I possess that ability I spit it out Chorus (repeat 2x) [Verse 3] Yeah, ayo, Dep so bright, light looking halogen Spit that bar, car low mileagin' Let's go, metropolitan Area, cuz I'm hearin' ya hollerin' The earthquaker, Harlem bread maker Gimme two hands, few grams and the shaker Hit the block, watch the kids bake up Your girl keep coming around Then I'ma take her to Jamaica And I give her a reason to get curious But ya pain, it ain't that serious MC's ran with this and that But change your name to Saran 'cause it's a Wrap Your rap is like a sedative You sleepy, defeat me, negative So it's over and I guess you gotta live with it And you can tell by the records that's distributed I spit it out Chorus (repeat 4x to fade) more free lyrics |
3. _ Keep It Gangsta
ft. Shyne [G. Dep] I got enough flows to spit, they cold as shit Give you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip I got enough O's to get, and hoes to hit Try to stick ya nose in shit, get froze and stiff. Talk about load ya clip, and O's you flip. When you ain't holdin shit but droze and dick. Roll the spliff, take the toke You either gittin cake or broke You can stay awake or (??) Take a note, take a vote Buy a landslide or tell ya man slide or I shake ya boat. Take ya toast, this rap shit I make the oath To get cake, or estates by the lake or boat Bad hoes, (??) See the snake, (??) leave faith then they hate to go Yo, Its to late to blow Ya run around pay for hoes, that's why ya paper low [Shyne - Hook] We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Fload ya block, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Drop the top, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta [Shyne] Shyne Po, I keep it (??) like im supposed too In a hard top something fronten I must of (??) died, came back as a rapper Scareface, smith and eights, in my life after Bone crushers on my hip, cause shit get thick In the myths, of killas tryin to get rich I'm two shells from hell, u can tell im made for this life District (??) I don't give a fuck, cuase im'a do me Till them hollow points, rip through me I was born to die, live for what Plush slut, bucks, guns and ?duffs? Spent late nights in the kitchen, wishen Watchin the pot boil, mixin, sniffin Keepin America high, and why wouldn't I Gangstas don't talk, we beat the case and walk [Shyne - Hook] We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Flood ya block, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Drop the top, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta [G. Dep] Yo, I got wild fed to earn, lead to burn Stop sign on ya slot time, dead ya turn Lotta cats gotta wait til they dead to learn Pastor Rev. Sermen, Ya learnin I'ma wild card to play, guard ya pay Goodbye's hard to say, cause ya moms to pray Ya lookin odd and gay, im modern day I'ma rep till im hard and gray, pardon me (may) I'ma make it hard today, bombs away Lunach grenades, at your (??) and blaze Calm ya rage, I aint even on ya page Ya see-thru like lingerie, guns in a large array Hit tha door, kick the raw, spit that law, spits some more Everybody hit tha floor, im quick to draw Flows like hittin bitches raw, to sick to cure. [Shyne - Hook] We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Fload ya block, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Drop the top, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta more free lyrics |
4. _ The Ride
[Verse 1] First off, how you gon' come off All this rap shit, get done off Man listen this a passionate mind I come thru, gun drew splashin a rhyme Wet dat, dead dat, cash on the line In an orderly fashion in the back'a the line Can't talk now, I got cash on tha mind Bitches and dolla signs dance in they mind I love dat doe, but yall niggas love dat flow Man I don't love dat hoe All I see is cash flow Brains an occasional ass hole What I need is a, whole lotta money involved I might run into Rob and run in ya job Real cats take chances Then I make ya +head spin+ like +break dancers+ [Chorus] My niggas in the front don't front My niggas in the back, where you at My niggas on the side, bout to slide My niggas in the middle we rock just a little Then we ride, the ride My bitches in the front don't front My bitches in the back, where you at My bitches on the side, bout to slide My bitches in the middle we rock just a little Then we ride, the ride [Verse 2] If raps don't work, need ta put some in I hear yall knockin' but ya can't come in Said I'd get cha, wrote the scripture Chick roastin like motion picture Have you any idea, how many nice MC's And how many I feared - None Just trust me son, I do what must be done And I just begun, I let em- Count sheep, rock em to sleep Got me, cocking the heat, poppin a Jeep Let's go, Expo top of the line Exo, Yes ho, hoppin in mine, I got a- Big Bad Boy you could meet Men use beef and its all you can eat, I be the- Dep with a G in the front Front, fuck around and be in a trunk [Chorus] [Verse 3] Ain't no games if you're curious B Can't be serious G, seriously, I'm out ta- Put a big hole in the joint Like I, sold her the joint, told her to point, its like- Mind over matter with this Mad Hatter with this, battle with this Like a +sentence+, it just +run-on+ I'm pro and you a princess, come on Yall ain't ready, ain't crazy and ya name ain't Eddie And ya aim ain't steady Dream big boy but ya chain ain't heavy Brain ain't ready, my game ain't petty Must be stupid or somethin' Thinkin' this all love like Cupid or somethin' Live from the 2-1-2 One question: What you gon' do? [Chorus Til Fade] more free lyrics |
5. _ Everyday
A yo, I walk down the block with my stomach in knots Spent time hustling, running from cops Broke as a joke, no ends at all Can't play ball and my Timbs is small Can't buy trees with government cheese I rather be where its breeze, niggas bubbling ki's My moms got two jobs one on her knees and writin letters to the governor "Please call off the deeds" My baby mother with another brother with cash and drive by roll down the window and laugh I solve all my problems with indo and hash Bought my daughter a Nintendo now she calling it Dad My landlord's a jerk, the water don't work My little sister twelve and she bought her own skirt Rather do Kirk than do her homework Talk blunts and boys and she'll jump for joy Shit's twisted, opportunity not but I missed it Out in the park gettin lifted So now I'm sittin here shit out of luck without a buck and it don't make a difference So do you hear me? 'Cause if you don't I'll come up close and say it clearly I got to know I got to go I strive for my pay each and every way but this type of shit it happens everyday It's like I'm trapped in a maze walk around in a daze I won't rest 'til I'm paid or I'm down in my grave I wanna look tough, but my sneakers is scuffed Everyday pants in the week is enough I had a little money but it came and it went Now its either pay the rent or stay in a tent and it don't make sense how the shit is intense and all you got up in your pocket is lint, you get the hint? I had a cigarette for breakfast, just for beginners Cried for my lunch and sleep for dinner I tried to go to church, priest called me a sinner He called me everything except for a winner I'm walking in the rain wishing things would change It ain't a game, mad I pawned all the rings and chains Emotionally scarred form losing my job Pass the nod nigga, times is hard [CHORUS] So do you hear me? 'Cause if you don't I'll come up close and say it clearly I got to know, I got to go I strive for my pay each and every way but this type of shit it happens everyday Now would you check me? If I was you and you was me, would you respect me? I got to know I got to go I strive for my pay each and every way but this type of shit it happens everyday I ain't gonna front, all I want is a blunt a pair of blue and yellow dunks and my hundreds in chunks But, people see me, put they purse to the front I'm waking up early on the first of the month Honeys don't respect when you call 'em collect and it's 25 cent you can call 'em direct I put my life on the line I ain't making a dime Nigga call me "Never mind , man you're wastin' your time" A yo, I'm livin' in the ghetto and I'm tryin' to survive At the same time a nigga rolling by in a five Can find a drive for a 9-5 It's like I only get by when I'm feeling the high And I ain't got no smoke, the elevator broke I'm at the end of my rope tryin to find a way to cope I'm sipping on Gin thinking how I could win I don't know where it begins but this is where it could end [CHORUS] more free lyrics |
6. _ Danger Zone
[background ad libs by P. Diddy] (Danger) (Danger) (Ah ah ah) (Danger) Today is the day we ride, you's a made your whole fucking family by This is how we ride, see me, smoking that seaweed Y'all gonna see me today Fuck that, when we come through just crowd Crowd up around y'all listen to the sound Yo, this is for the way we rock Thinkin' Bad Boy gonna stop, we not Yo, we step up in the scene like oh! You hear their flow and then there they go In the Range Ro' see the ringers go blind There the brain go every single time Put it in perspective, reflection in step Step to the left while I rep it to the death Easily approached, smokin' on the roach in coach til I'm so high I'm on another plane Hey, every fucking spot we go, we just rock you see now we know Fuckin' news cameras they want to get the footage Wanna grind out find out where my hood is Let's just say that this is how we put it, down Y'all niggas cool out and lounge Fuck around, radios down this Say we go round this bullshit straight to the plate Now, every fucking spot we go Gust when you thought we would stop, we go Came a long way from them nice hallways What you talk about we could do it all day, what you say now [Hook 1] Now this jam here be the Danger Zone (danger) Everywhere I go got a Danger Zone (danger) Niggas can't roam to the Danger Zone (danger) You won't come home from the Danger Zone (danger) You gotta have chrome in the Danger Zone (danger) Cause you all alone in the Danger Zone (danger) Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger) Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger) If you don't know you better (ah ah ah) Get your coverage, got no money for the show then dub it Make moves forward, get on with the green Get the white out, I'm a blow wit ya team Put it up in smoke, when the album wrote Cadillac on spokes and it ain't a fuckin' joke Ain't no laughin', straight up mashing Catch me in a brand new ate up Madison Magazine ads and G-Dep has it Bad Boy classic, that boy acid That's it, blowing up your audio Stacking is all we know, catch you before we go world Yeah, This is just the way we roll Got a bank roll, I'm a get it on swoll Fuck the parole, catch me in Cancun Niggas wanna know when my joint go boom, soon [Hook 2] Now this jam here be the Danger Zone (danger) Everywhere I go got a Danger Zone (danger) Niggas can't roam to the Danger Zone (danger) You won't come home from the Danger Zone (danger) You gotta have chrome in the Danger Zone (danger) Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger) 'cause ain't no phones in the Danger Zone (danger) Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger) Fully loaded full pound (ah ah ah) is a dangerous sound Got me aimin' to pound on dangerous ground My aim gear is sound, type like wind is to changin' the cloud and it rains on the crowd You blazin' this loud, you raisin' your brow in amazement Astounded, your plane been grounded Name been clowned and your brain been found in the Asian brown bin with flies around it Look what the pound did, not like the brown kid Then look around 'cause you're quite surrounded Fight the rounds but can't find the rounds that might swipe you down, it looks like you're down, kid Spoon fed in the hospital bed when I popped you Ain't shit the doctor you dead Start listening to gospel instead Cops still the head so I'm hostile in Fed, so [Hook 3] Lounge homeboy, you in the Danger Zone (danger) Niggas don't roam to the Danger Zone (danger) Everywhere I go is a Danger Zone (danger) You won't come home from the Danger Zone (danger) You gotta have chrome in the Danger Zone (danger) Cause you all alone in the Danger Zone (danger) Can't call home from the Danger Zone (danger) Cause ain't no phones in the Danger Zone (danger) [Hook 4] Now everybody know about the Danger Zone (danger) Little mutherfuckers and their age is grown (danger) Lotta niggas had to get their fame you blown (danger) Just to get known in the Danger Zone (danger) You gotta know the codes in the Danger Zone (danger) Shit might explode in the Danger Zone (danger) Niggas unload in the Danger Zone (danger) You gotta blaze your chrome or change is on (danger) (ahh ahh ahh) more free lyrics |
7. _ Child Of The Ghetto
Yo, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, G. Dep! [G. Dep] A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah) I guess you niggaz told me right and exact Shak, shak, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin this rap From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill" It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us But hey.. [Chorus] A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin to be Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY [G. Dep] I take you back to the scene of the stunt Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah) Get us some gear to get us in here Waited years to get a premier and did it from here Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them Take you back to the 80's around Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks You get it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exact When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga [Chorus] [G. Dep] Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight.. Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo [Chorus - 2X (to fade)] more free lyrics |
8. _ One Way
ft. Black Rob [G-Dep Talking] Come here man, You lookin for beef [smacking sound] Get the fuck over, yea You thought I wasn't, yea hehehehe Yea look at me, look at me nigga Come here, know one thing nigga [Verse 1: G-Dep] I think you need to know I'm holdin it down Wit a hole in this town It's a hole in da ground, where I stomp Got these niggaz steady on the watch Like it's Teddy on da block If your ready or your not here I come Nigga you can run you can hide You can dip you can slide You can duck you can ride you can flee I give a nigga, one test now it's one less That's how easily you can be eliminated Program to scan rock jams Get down from where I stand to Scotland Dustin like Hothman If that'll stop what you got planned the shot's ? Ask your man, ask your girl, ask your crew I'm hittin high, I'm hittin low what a nigga have to do You want drama I'm a have to act a fool Had to laugh at the aftermath now I'm after you and [Chorus: G-Dep] One way or another I'm a find ya And I'm a getch ya, getch ya, getch ya, getch ya One day maybe next week, I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getch ya, getch ya unngghh [Verse 2: Black Rob] Cowardest cats, names don't ring no bell Been grabbin niggaz up by they coat ? Coke rhyme but It's dope as hell Nigga four tooth the ? Still had to broke in jail Wit a parole hold just the systems so cold Had me thinkin under pressure that this kid won't fold When the feds came in extremely vocal, aint stutta Shoutin out my ? name and my social Wasn't to hard to find I stay local If I would of known you was sinkin I would of bin by coastals See I'm a do what I'm supposed to Even if I gotta dress up and knock on your door like I'm the postal Your ass is grass and that's that Better strap up your vest and that's that Come through wit ski masks and black ? With the boomshack with the crack crack fuckin rat nigga [Chorus: G-Dep] [Verse 3: G-Dep] Just when you thought it was over But that aint the code of a soldier look over your shoulder Came through low in the rover knowin ya nova Trouble was seen then see trouble was me Double your speed, punch through metal fa sure I got the metal in store, whatch you medallin for I used to boost pedals ? NowI'm ? vocal peddal the four let this settle the score Now check it Won't have to rest to switch hands and Six mill-e-on ree-sons you should switch plans It a happened all too fast to ? fans Like a wind brass, shoot glass, shit sand Thinking it would all sink in like quicksand But, this is why I direct the shit and Cut now it's done, what now it's won Like the Wild Wild West it's Dep and ? [Chorus: G-Dep] G-Dep singing the chorus in parts One way I'm a find ya Getch ya, one day But I'm a find ya Unngghh One Way I'm a find ya and I'm a getch ya, getch ya, getch ya, getch ya One day But I'm a find ya And I'm a getch ya, getch ya unngghh more free lyrics |
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