 War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc » The lyrics [+ Add +] |
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1. _ Mp
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2. _ Curse Of Money
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3. _ War & Peace
Ice cube the great!!
"he has indicated to us that he has sufficient.. firepower..
To.. blow up the bradley vehicle..
And in fact his words were,
'we are ready for war.. let's get it on'"
[ice cube]
War.. "war, and peace"
Sing it!
Chorus: singer interprets no doubt's "don't speak"
War and peace... (sing it!)
War and peace, forever!
War and peace, together.. always!
Verse one: ice cube
I'm at the highest peak, still glad the meak is understandin me
Artillery, thoughts of killin me is just a fantasy
The man in me is ready for war, like holyfield/tyson iv
A gang against you niggaz on the shore
Either or, your whole family is on the floor
Windows breakin all around em, you can't climb this mountain
I'm at the fountain, with my troops
I start screamin at em like patton, we gattin at you fools!
Chorus
Verse two: ice cube
Negotiate... strategy is the key!
I hope they ain't... exclusively after me!
Cause if they are... we gots to be who we be!
And make a star... out of a head enemy!
The papers said... that he died tragically!
They found his head... with no legs and bo-dy!
We made a pledge... to the dub-s-c!
Bloodshed... if they got no love for peace!
Sing it!
Chorus
Verse three: ice cube
I'd rather break bread than uhh, break your head
Break your legs, have em broken, i ain't no joke
Don't provoke, the gun smoke from the highest slope
Eternal peace, for my peoples and my folks
My crips and my bloods, criminals and my thugs
Just show a nigga love when i'm rollin on them dubs
Just, give a nigga hugs, we can ride on this piece
Westside for life but still down with the east
Sing it!
Chorus 2x
After the haters attempt to blow up his car
We find our hero, ice cube, on the ground
Bruised, but not beaten
He pulls out his cell phone.. with the chip!
And begins to dial mack one-oh
Who's faded and rolling through inglewood
With mr. short khop
Words.. are spoken
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4. _ Ask About Me
[hook]
[mr. short khop, (ice cube)]
I check it in on the west coast (ask about me)
I check it in in the dirty south (a-yeay)
I check it in in the mid-west (hustle, man)
I check it in on the east coast (the hustle gang)
(look at me)
(don matta')
(poppa don)
[ice cube]
Check my blood pressure,
They think they fresher than the don
Prescription pills to keep me calm,
Nigga, i'm da bomb!
In the black testerosa,
Sippin' on mimosa,
A bleedin' ?nosa?
I'm in the west, we ain't got the ?nego?
Give me sicko kilos from puerto rico
When i okay it,
So much cheese, you got to weigh it
Never thought these niggaz was the feds
"freeze" was the sound
I started lettin' off rounds,
Lay the whole fuckin' room down
I don't wanna see your honor,
Ratha eat pirhana from benny hana,
Smokin' marijuana in my sauna,
I done hade it with these attics and faggots,
They them rattic causin' static,
Bring me my a-u-t-o-matic,
Oh niggaz wanna se how we ride
Bitch, you know the muthafuckin' side,
World muthafuckin' wide.
[chorus]
Make yo' hustle official,
And them niggaz that's wit' you,
Gotta push tha issue,
On the fools that dis you,
Whether pump or pistol,
When it's up in yo' gristle,
Hand yo' mama a tissue,
If i decide to kiss you.
*hook* (replace "a-yeay" with "ask about me")
Can you dig her?
It's the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
Wit' the triggas at yo' dome,
We like to roam,
Through yo' muthafuckin' home like a comb
And find the money that's gone
And we'll take you, shake you,
Break you, take two,
Play you on wit' the chrome,
Nigga shoot!
Execute, they try to electrocute
I got too much loot
Ya say i'm on yo' hit list,
You niggaz miss,
Tryin' to turn my muthafuckin' cheese into swiss
Rappers make bucks and i can hear it,
Hard to fear it,
'cuz i know you grew up on my lyrics
It's the boss player,
Never lost hair over assholes,
Blast holes in you muthafuckin' tadpoles
Like a bullfrog,
Nigga i'm a bullhog,
Guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
Where millions never gave a fuck about sicilians,
Or killas on t.v. can see,
We got the real ones
So check yo' muthafuckin cd-rom
And your world wide web, dot com,
It's the don mega!
*chorus*
*hook*
[mr. short khop, (ice cube)]
What cha call it? (the hustle gang) x3
What cha call it? (hustle, man)
[ice cube]
Ask about me x2
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5. _ Limos, Demos & Bimbos
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6. _ Dr. Frankenstein
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7. _ Fuck Dying
* korn appears instrumentally only, not lyrically
[+ad+] ice cube
Ice cube!
[cube] that's don mega to you you lil' cocksucker
[+ad+] i am the angel of death
And your name is on my list
[cube] sheeyit!
[+ad+] come with me..
[cube] i ain't goin nowhere wit yo' ass
And if you put your hands on me, we gettin down right here
Don mega! *echoes* [repeat line 4x, 2x solo, 2x in background]
Join the party, i can provide the army
Join the party, i can provide the army!
Join the party, i can provide the army!!
Join the party, i can provide the army!!!
Verse one: ice cube
Come and hear the voice of the man they call the trojan horse
Ride on the outside, with inner force
Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway
We mash, like the first kickoff, on a sunday
Collisions, divisions of niggaz, down to listen
And when we on the mission, call your mortician
Join the party, i can provide the army!!
First we flank em then we spank em.. i outrank em!
You can call me citizen kane, for my reign
Tenure's great, one of the ten great
Mr. media, look inside your encyclopedia
2002, see ice cube
Fuck a five-star, i'm a live star
What you got to die for? who you wanna ride for?
Fuck dying! (fuck dying!)
Don mega! *echoes* [repeat line 2x]
Verse two: ice cube
It's the suspect king of the roughnecks, bonafide
Worldwide, your highness, the finest
Big as china, nigga rhymer, chart climber
Quick to send a first-timer back to his aunt jamimah
Physi-cal, ? roll with the winners
After these ?, go out and represent us
We got antennas, scanners and satellites
To see if you battle right, we got to bite
Hold on tight, shake, and pump venom
Some haters don't learn til you leave lead in em
See the dead in em, rigarmortis spread in em
Keep your mouth shut, motherfuckin mouth slug
See these crossed legs, quick to cross feds
Foe to mighty one, it's the mighty son
Fuck dying! *echoes*
Yeah..
Don mega! *echoes* [repeat line 4x, 2x solo, 2x in background]
Join the party, i can provide the army
Join the party, i can provide the army!
Join the party, i can provide the army!!
Join the party, i can provide the army!!!
Fuck dying!!! i can provide the army (4x)
Join the party!
In the ghetto, in the ghetto
In the city, the suburbs.. penetentiary!
Join the party!
In the county..
Fuck dying, fuck dying!
Join the party, i can provide the army (yeayayyyy)
Join the party, i can provide the army! (yeayayyyy)
Join the party, i can provide the army!! (yeayayyyy)
Join the party, i can provide the army!!! (fuck dying!)
I can provide the army (4x)
Eternal life baby
Eternal life (2x)
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Hear ye, hear ye!
All connect gang members and powers
Are to meet at the west wing
To be led into battle by the one and only
Ice cube the great!
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8. _ Greed
Now, if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard
I ain't fuckin with it
This cake has got to be all icing baby
Now i know i'm taking the biggest piece
But god damn i'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch
You wanna be rich right? (hell yeah)
Well stick with me, do as i does, and be as i be
We be stackin chips, packin clips, mackin chicks
Laugh at tits, slappin dick, in yo' bitch (bitch!)
Makin hoes, take these clothes, from these sto's
Walkin slow, there go the po', now here we go
Parking lot to the spot, marriott
Cause what i got to make a knot, is very hot
Who's at the do', go and check, i got the tec
Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet
Now lift up your fuckin dress, where's the rest
Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
You can jerk niggaz but you can't jerk me
Hoe i only tell you once that this dick ain't free
I'm talkin greed
*chorus*
Greed, give me everything that i need
How you gon' deal with the niggaz that i feed
(repeat 2x)
We smokin weed, you and me
Lookin for that currency
(repeat 2x)
Now bitch niggaz don't mean shit, from where i sit
Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out
Eighteen deep when the plane soar
The bitch threw her tits asked my click who we pay for
Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious
Surround the airport with feds and helicopters
Escorted, detained and deported
Scared of the ly-rics, and when they bitches hear us
We the clear-est, you can fear us
Smile on the day of your dissapear-ance, smoke in mirr-ors
Break em all, pull over and jump out
Cause i can take em all, all bustas shake em all
I'm at the mall, buyin shit, like hot dog on a stick
These bitches all on the dick
Ice cube ain't a lick (nope) make me bleed
And now you got to deal with the niggaz that i feed, greed
Uhh uhh uhh *pigs squeal*
(give me more, give me more) greed, greed
When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it
Wanna dance on it, everybody want it
(repeat 2x)
You punks is petty, still we steady, countin fetti
I'm the one closin escrow, with the best flow
(do you wear a vest?) no
Niggaz hit me i'ma turn into the crow *caw caw* and take a shit
On everything counterfeit, the don mega
Blade runner, in a beige hummer all summer
It'd take about twelve honkeys, to convict
The nigga makin you sick, ask the 12 monkeys
Up in detroit holdin weed court, all through the south
Picked up a ounce in shreveport
My lead give head tunnels (boom!)
To any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel
Worldwide, international jet set
My niggaz love fuckin bitches that they just met
Get it wet, and you can do anything
When i'm in paris niggaz french-kiss the pinky ring
*chorus*
Yeah, ice cube, trillionaire
I own a mansion and a yacht, haha
We do it like it should be does
Yeah, westside niggaz is very greedy, uhh
Death row is very greedy
Sic-wid-it records is very greedy
Dangerous music greedy greedy greedy
Ruthless records greedy, suave house, greedy
Sosodef, greedy
Rap-a-lot greedy as fuck
No limit, hah, hella greedy, uhh
Def jam greedy, we all know priority greedy as a motherfucker, hahaha
Hey i got twenties on my benz you still fuckin with a gem
What can you tell me, nigga?
*pigs squeal*
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9. _ Ghetto Vet
Life....
Niggas used to come and get me
When it was time to disagree with an enemy
Pass the hennessy it gives me energy
Packed the gat in the small of my back
Where these niggas at i clear the whole pack
Talkin' shit cuz i'm down for my set i'm a vet
Smokin' on a wet cigarette
(who these niggas think they are)
(wishin' on a ghetto star i represent my tar)
I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs
Cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs
Enslve us but nothin' can save us from sportin' ben davis
Shootin' at your neighbors
(cuz sometimes i feel like a nut don't give a fuck when i open ya up)
Hot rocks fly from the back seat and
Busta ass niggas run like a track meet
An if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' dinner little (what)
Killer king is the hospital
Feelin' numb from the bullets i hum
And when they hit black mothers have fits i don't give a shit
(chorus)
[mack 10]
Fool i'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[mr. short khop]
Its rainin' bullets and i'm still there
(foe life) i'm still there
My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
Up early in the morning takin' out the trash
Feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser
Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser
One on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what)
Tryin' be ghetto stars they said:
Are you from the westside is it so?
I said hell yea and who wanta to know (me)
In slow mo fo' fo' slugs face down in the mud
Puddle full of blood left for dead
The pain starts to spread now i can't feel my legs
I meet doctor who at king drew medical center
As i enter i see you
He said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital
I said i can't move my legs he said don't try to
Now this ain't the end my friend but you'll probably never walk again
I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide
At night i jerk and jerk
But my dick don't work it don't even hurt (damn)
Now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as ice cube
I be pissin' through a tube fool i'm a vet
(chorus)
[mack 10]
Fool i'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[mr. short khop]
Its rainin' bullets and i'm still there
Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair
Fuck a v-a they need g-a
Gang hospital for a crippal now i'm drinkin' rippal
Same corner same hood i'm still there
With bandanas tied to my wheel chair
To all the hoodrat hoes i'm fired
They mad cuz my tongue get tired
Now everybody wanna put they dope on me
Sayin' i won't get searched by the lapd
I'm sitting on a doorway duece five
Dependin on that to keep my ass alive
I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six
My fuckin legs, lookin like tooth picks
Some times i can't deal got to beg the b g's to roll me up the hill
Put me on the porch now i'm on the torch smokin' cocaine
Just to maintain nutin' to gain nutin' to lose
And last night i couldn't make it to the bathroom
Feelin' like a two year old you can't get a sip from the brew i hold
Nigga its the only friend to a stranger aka hadicap gangbanger
There's a lot in my life i regret becomin' a ghetto vet
Fool i'm a vet
(chorus)(2x)
[mack 10]
Fool i'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[mr. short khop]
Its rainin' bullets and i'm still there
Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair
Life.....
Yea....
Life...
Yea....
Life... life....
Dedicated to all the ghetto vets
For every nigga that done took one for the hood
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10. _ Cash Over
[mack 10]
Whassup cube dog?
I got this bitch-ass nigga right here
Y'know, fuckin with this tramp-ass bitch
Puttin her before the scrill' all the time, yaknowhati'msayin?
Man i got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-fuckin thang
Tellin this bitch all my mother-fuckin business
Puttin ass over cash everyday
Nigga fuck that, this westside
[ice cube]
Be gone you fuckin peon, got the don furious
Talkin on the phone got the federal curious
I'm serious! i don't give a fuck where he is
Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me
How the fuck you think i got the name bossalini? punk
Mack god rap genie, you can't see me
Up in this game ever since you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, nigga i rule
You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar
From across the water, watch your daughter
She might catch the holy ghost from this rap sermon
While you vermin smokin sherman, i'm rollin somethin german, bitch
Money earnin makin mo' money (ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy
Don't need no honey, that's right
Cause i'm thinkin with my big head, fuck what my dick said!
Chorus: ice cube
We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(we some money makin motherfuckers.. i know that you love us!)
We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(we some money makin motherfuckers.. i know that you love us!)
[ice cube]
Now who's that nigga got these bitches lookin silly? me!
I'm the big willie for rilly, the real dilly
You can ask phillie cause i got a year's supply (yup!)
You must want to die, don't get the lye
After dark up at griffith park, shallow grave
For the mark check his heart, the game about to start
Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic)
Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches give it stitches
If it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now
I'm livin in a two-point zone, and i'm still bumpin
Call me in the clutch, ain't lost my touch
Nigga what? on the microphone
If i drove it in the video, bitch, i can drive it home
Tight as a corleone
You got to get your own, baby get on, now
Chorus
[ice cube]
Get your ass up and go to work, cause you know
On payday, nigga that shit gon' hurt
Fuckin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance
'specially fuckin up my plans
I'm the boss, i can be late
But you'll never see her and me, over currency
Givin you the third degree, cause you got
Too many broke bitches and you like bankin for a penny
Stop fuckin on them dum-dums
Find one with some ass and some income
Who wanna win? who wanna spin?
Who wanna make, twenty-five eight? me
Ice cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight
Chorus 2x
Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga
For what? (never... fuck a bitch nigga)
For what? she ain't gon' love you if you ain't got no dough fool
(bitch fuckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?)
Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y'all (never ass over cash nigga)
Scrilla scrilla y'all (we greedy)
Cha-ching! (she can get some cd's, push some keys)
Cha-ching! (ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they tit-ties)
Cha-ching, cha-ching! (over my knee)
Cha-ching, cha-ching! (never ass over cash)
Never ass over cash
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11. _ Pushin' Weight
[ice cube]
Yeah, yeah
Blaze one for the nation
Brrrrr
Brrrrr
Brrrrr
Verse 1: ice cube
I got lyrics that wake up spirits
They told me how to make big hits and spend digits
Can you dig it?
You fed, you dead, see red
My lead, yo head, i fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga lincoln help me navigate
Thru this hate retaliate, it's official
I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb
When i hit you
Push the issue
My ghetto dope is amazin
The bitch that's with you already know that i'm blazin
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder
The frozen tundra ain't cold enough
And baby ain't old enough
For this game i'm rollin up
De-zamn it feels good to be the don
Straight legit, while niggas like gotti just sit
Chorus: ice cube
A yeah yeah
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
(4x)
Verse 2: ice cube
I hold zone like a corleone
No more fuckin with that homegrown
Hit the shit we on
The rolleo's and the baggetts
You still fuckin with them faggets
We turn haters into maggets
Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash
You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me
Constantly, put the hustle down
With four or five niggas that's musclebound
Send your head to the taxidermist
Won't be satisfied, till i get my face on a thermos
You got to earn this, you can't take it
Can't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit
Who is it, the exquisite, don mega
Walkin with my entourage, i think i'm betta, makin chedda
You see me sag in my jag, with the rag recognize the flag
You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me
I got it made, been makin rap money since the tenth grade
(ch-ching)
(since the tenth grade)
(ch-ching)
(what you need)
Chorus
Verse 3: mr. short khop
I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit
Uncandid, it's the young bandit
Fresh out the trenches, the wood works
City of the ?tempeon?, where the hoods lurk
In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
>from shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin for fouyan
And settle for crumbs and croutans
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas
Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos
Ain't no harmin me, the army full honary niggas you can't see
So while you pace bitches and saturns livin jenky
I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey
After ben frankeys, with the big skullen eyes
You niggas bound and nullified
Sit back and mine stack it multiply
Chorus: ice cube and mr. short khop
[ic]a yeah yeah
[msk]i push rhymes like weight
[msk]i push rhymes like weight
(2x)
[ic]a yeah yeah
[ic]i push rhymes like weight
[ic]i push rhymes like weight
(2x)
[ice cube] (starts during chorus)
Ask about me
Worldwide baby
Worldwide baby (a yeah yeah)
Ice cube makin more money in the rap game
Than some of you can (a yeah yeah) with a bird in your hand
Puttin it down
We wanted in fifty states for this weight
(a yeah yeah)
Pushin rhymes like weight
Pushin rhymes like weight
(a yeah yeah)
Yeah, blaze one for the nation
(a yeah yeah)
You know my name
You know my name
(a yeah yeah)
You know my name
[mr. short khop]
Yeah, some of you fools just got in it
And think you gonna change the game
You ain't changin nothin
[ice cube]
I been doin this, i been doin this
Ask about me
Ask about me
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12. _ Extradition
(ice cube talking)
Dear mama, if some people came by the house lookin for me
I'm innocent of anything they say i done
Now i don't know when i'll be able to write you again
But i will be back to california to see you
Your son, ice-mutherfucking-cube.
[hook]
Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run
I swear i didn't do what they say i done (x2)
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Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, i need a lawyer
This bitch named netoia, say they lookin for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right)
This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night)
Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on
Cos this the same street i got shot on
So god bless don polla, double-s
I gotta holla cos i'm smokin on double breath
Freakin, niggaz be leakin, information
Got the feds seekin, incarceration
Niggaz say my name popped up
Bitch hop up
Nigga close the shop up
They try to stop em
My cash flow leave me asshole neck it
Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records
Nigga gettin skinny eating dinnies
Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties
[chorus]
Listen, these feds fishin for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck em, fight em, dine em, ditch em
I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-?bath
[verse 2]
It's so hard to get a room without a credit card
It's so hard not to let em know where you are
Tried to get a rent a car
But he laughed when i showed him cash
Had to mash 'fore he called the feds on my ass
Went to vegas for the weekend
Met a hoe down freakin
Hey bitch, why you sneakin?
Grabbed the paper out her hand
Am i the man on the front page? (fuck)
Same height, same age (click-click)
Rap gauge, put it down the g-way
Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway
She say "let's hear the circle k"
Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay
It's like i hit the lotto outside colorado
Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle
That's my motto and i gotta warn ya
Before i'm through, i'm going back to california
(hook)
(chorus)
[verse 3]
My boys utah to illinois
Set the poise, so i can infiltrate
All fifty states
Can't wait till i'm back on my feet
Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep
Low key you feds can't see me
I'm up in d.c. with strike number three
Clownin, made a little stock to get a little cock
Now i got niggaz bangin and lootin rock
I'm going back to cali where it's bound with my strikes
Don't give a fuck who's on the ?marin or the mic
I should've known when i seen that motherfucker in the lobby
Looking like he wanna rob me (fuck)
Federal, don't like no black hetero, sexual, intellectual
Tried to turn me into a vegetable
An i'm 'a sue all black and blue
When i come to- hand cuff (fuck y'all)
Big grey bus, scandalous
Cos they can't stand us
They get excited and i try to fight it (mama)
I'm going back to cali to show, extradited
(hook)
(chorus)
(ice cube talking)
Hey mama, when y'all send pictures you can't send a polaroid
Got to be the regular pictures
An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or something
I don't know. like they playin with us, it's like a game
It ain't nuttin' but a game to them mama
It's my life
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13. _ The Peckin' Order
"in the deep dark bowls of the
Underworld order must be maintained.
Without a strict and unforgiving
Chain of command, chaos is inevedeble"
[ice cube]
Wazup youngsta, sience your tha new booty
And dont know nuttin i gotta show ya bout
The peckin' order. its the order in how we do
Things and move things. see somebody gonna
Tell you what to do, after i tell that
Muthafucka what to do.
It's tha peckin' order (echo)
It's tha peckin' order (echo)
We got tha power to make you niggaz sour
Big fish, whale like itchy cower
Stepin out the shower it's the peckin' order
Ax ya daugther how we peck, inspect
High class ass the projects
Push my lex to the california range
Souther lane
Infamous skeems is on the brain for my connect game
Put a strain on every leak and i chain (thats right)
We all get (?)
Take a svornnotes to make a c notes
Doin all tha howdy bullshit floats and niggaz dont
Some niggaz dont gangsta paradise say nuttin nice
Yeah we livin so tight we need jesus in our lives
(chorus)
[ice cube]
It's the peckin' order
[mack 10]
It's the order how we do things and move things
Only fuck wit the true things
[ice cube]
Havin heavy in the course whit the world of depresion
Messin wit the wrong bitches never learn our lesson
Stressin, no guessin, never question even when we playin
We testin, confession
Do you still wanna meet wit the killas (?)
Hold accountable for anythang you repeat
It's the peckin' order, ask your daughter how we peck
When we smoke you it's your best friend we suspect
(chorus)
[ice cube]
It's the peckin' order
[mack 10]
It's the order how we do things and move things
Only fuck wit the true things
[mack 10]
Now come on, come on partner, come on.
(it's the pecking order)
I dont wanna hear none of that shit man,
All that cryin and beggin and shit.
To be honest whit you that shit really dont even
Affect me in no kind of way partner.
You wastin your muthafuckin time.
(it's the pecking order)
Lets get this shit goin, lets get it over wit
Come on back here, back here, i cant make no muthafuckin mess right here
Check this out homie, make it easy on yourself.
I know you want a motherfuckin open casket
Where your people can see you and kiss on you.
But you are pissin me off
And i will blow noodles out you muthafuckin head
And none of that happens after that
So come back here, come on, right
Come on, ey but you know, one more thing before i do this
(baam)
[ice cube]
It's the peckin' order (echo)
It's the peckin' order (echo)
It's the peckin' order (echo)
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14. _ Three Strikes You In
One mo' strike and i'm through, nigga
Bottom of the ninth swingin, for my life
I'm up at the plate, goin for the gate
They got my moms seated in section eight
Been on deck since my last felony
I'm that 0 for 2 mothafucka
With the louisville slugger
Shay whitie, that left hand punk
Is on the mound and he comin wit dat off-speed junk
Its the westside hustlaz, vs these la pigs
You can say the damned vs the nigs
My little homies in the dugout
They lookin' sad, cuz fourteen niggas done struck-out
My first offense was possession of weed
Now i'm in the major leagues and
That mothafucka bill clinton-is a son of a bitch
Had the nerve to throw out the first pitch
I'm just tryin' to get rich like trump
The home run king is now in a slump, pass me a hunk
How the fuck can i stay out the pen
When its one-two-three strikes you in
Chorus:
One-two three strikes you in
Now how the fuck a nigga supposed
To stay out the pen, i'm on a blend
Of gin and hen, everyday of my life
With two strikes it ain't right
He's in the wind-up
Here come the pitch
I swing, aw shit (foul tip)
They felt the chill cuz if i get on first
You know the deal - a niggas gots to steal
Like to steal home and i betcha
That i can run over, the la pig catcher
Just because i'm black, wit a bat
They wanna send a nigga back to the warning track
Fulla count they say i won't amount to shit
But fool i can hit like kenny grit
With a split in my mouth on tha cellular phone
(it's going, going, gone!)
And watch a pitcher get served
You from tha la pigs
I know you coming with a curve
Ay batter, batter is the chitter-chatter
I'm the designated hitter, a nigga
Much badder, than babe ruth
Will i tell the truth and nothing but the truth
Hell yea, i'd rather be shootin' hoops
Cuz a niggas guaranteed to win
Against a bullshit loss and three strikes you in
Take me out to the ballgame
Take me out to the crowd (wha what, wha what)
Another nigga on trial
Keep ya peanuts jeezuh
And fuck you cracker jack
I hope i never come back
I gots to root for my homeboys
If they dont win its a shame
Cuz its one-two-three strikes you in
Twenty-five years of pain you know my name
They wanna nigga to run and get hung
High strung, so this pig can win the cy-young
I'ma hit this mothafucka a mile
In the batters box, high as steve hal
You can't salary cap my gat
No strike, cuz gangsta-rap is on the map
I'm like satchel paige wit a gauge
Or jackie robinson, when i'm robbin' one
Of you cracker jacks fool i'm a mothafuckin vet
And fuck yo seventh-inning stretch, so
Take me out to the ballgame,
And see my neighborhood name
In your ghetto hall of fame
Chorus x 3
Yea (it ain't right)
Playin' people like a game (it aint right)
Human beings, puttin' em in a jar (it aint right)
For double life, triple life (it aint right)
Take me out to the ballgame
Take me out to the crowd (wha what, wha what)
Another nigga on trial
Keep ya peanuts jeezuh
And fuck you cracker jack
I hope i never come back
I gots to root for my homeboys
If they dont win its a shame
Cuz its one-two-three strikes you in
Twenty-five years of pain you know my name
You know my name (wha what, wha what) x 4
If i die tonight, you know who did it (you know)
If i ride tonight, you know who did it (you know)
If they sheck me up, you know who did it (don't guess)
If they check my nuts, you know who did it (get 'em)
If they break my bank, you know who did it (yea)
If they pull my rank, you know who did it (get 'em)
If they sock me up, you know who did it (yea)
If they lock me up, you know who did it (get 'em)
If they smear my name, you know who did it
If they kill my game, you know who did it
Remember me (you know who did it)
Wha what, wha what (you know who did it)
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15. _ Once Upon A Time In The Projects 2
Once upon a time in the projects yo
I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yellin through the screen do' (hey, let me in!)
(big daddy got a fifth of gin, and down to sin)
Baby up in two-ten, is on a nigga
Bendin over pickin up her mail, she can tell i'm dyin to get her
I'm sittin in yo' livin room, slash kitchen
A nigga ain't tryin to be the fuckin groom so stop bitchin
*knock knock knock* i like the way that ass is switchin, answer the do'
Some nigga in a eighty-kay, yo' baby daddy
Lookin like he mad at me (what) wit'cho name on his neck
Here we go with mo' drama in the projects
Wait a minute, who is this motherfucker?
You better take his ass in the back, and start talkin
Nick that bud 'fore it bloom, and start stalkin
I can hear you guys yellin *glass breaks* a little strugglin
Youse a fool if you think that i'm jumpin in
That nigga jet, smokin on a ciggarette
You say domestic shit, get you soakin wet?
Well come widdit and get it, blow my socks
While i'm drinkin all the kool-aid, watchin jamie foxx
I'm hearin mo' knocks *knock knock knock*
(oh, that's just my people
They came all the way to the projects to meet you) who?
This fool wearin black, his girl, in the see through
Distraction, a little action, *fight ensues* i woke up
Tied up like (what happened? punk you shoulda stuck to rappin
Niggaz tell me you got a house full of platinum..
Where the platinum at motherfucker?
I hear that shit worth more than gold!)
Wait a minute motherfucker, this my house!
Once upon a time in the projects (3x)
Once upon a time, once upon a time
I'm like baffled, they got me gaffled, with the duct tape
So i remain raw, in come this chainsaw *knock knock knock*
Another knock, it's the girl from two-ten
Here to drop salt, that's when them bitches fought
I thought, "i bet-ta plan my escape"
In the midst of this commotion, ice cube is breakin tape
I'm free, bombin on the first thing i see
And guess who walk in, with a nine, and a grin
It's the baby daddy he ain't playin, *gunshots*
He started layin everybody down, about face with a frown
I'm runnin to the bedroom, i lock the do'
And grab the phone, the bitch phone ain't turned on
I think i'm gone, that's when i hear a soft knock
It's the girl from two-ten, with her number, and a glock
Said, "call me up, if it's for sex, or chin check
Nigga get you a real ass bitch from the projects!"
And i just might do that
Once upon a time in the projects (3x)
Once upon a time, once upon a time
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