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1. _ Let That Thang Go
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2. _ Dippin'
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3. _ Ride Wit Me
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4. _ Turn This Up
[Chorus]
turn this up in your truck or your jeep wit the beat
If you know I got heat then, bump it bump it
Cadallacs jus dump it dump it
Everybody better turn this up
All my thugs wit the chucks in the da clubs
Wit tha ladies and the broads
Just bump it bump it
DJ's better dump it dump it
[T-Bone]
For all the homies in the hood that be fienin
For something they can believe in
ain't not reason not to play it loud
crank it partna, make my ghetto people scream and shout
Play it loud while I grab the mic and show everybody how we be doin
It when we chillin on on tha Westside, when we cruisin
We turn the volume up sky high
Bump the bass so you can feel the vibe
Now let me show you how we do it in the SCA
Where the bloods and the crips play wit AK's and ESES, from LA
get tattoos of gangs and tha 13
crank this jam in your E-Class wit tha 20 inch rims
and the wood grain dash white leather wit the DVD
TV's play it loud in ya SUV
[T-Bone]
Dump this bass in ya 20 inch pioneer speakers
For your rogues and your chicas, Boriquas and tha Nicas
The Indians, Cherokees and Incas
Turn this up in your hood or your barrio
The buro, or your car yo, Chevy Monte Carlo
Or your Lamborghini Diablo
Nod your head, roll the top down
Let the world know how us West Riders get down
From Inglewood to tha CPT
Oaktown, Frisco to tha NYC
[Chorus]
[T-Bone]
Turn this up in the middle of rush hour traffic
Or the projects where the thugs get drastic
Blast it, in the clubs where the broads be dancin
Turn this up in your Chevy Nova
Escalade, Porsch, or ya Range Rover
Navigator, Bently or Toyota
Or the Pinto on blocks wit the broke down motor
Turn this up put the windows down
Let the world hear this Boney Bone Coreone sound
When I'm flippin, kickin, throwin out the wicked
And spittin lyrical styles that got ya buggin out trippin
[Chorus]
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5. _ Follow T
You can catch me in the big body S-Class wit chrome spinners
Pulling up to the club wit a brim, ice and the chinchilla
Stacking that skrilla in a legal way
Rock stadiums from Nicaragua down to San Tropez, hey
And I ain't even gotta curse in my raps
I keep it gully while I'm spitting this fire on hot tracks
My skills speak for themselves
I'm like a young LL back in the day when he was rocking the bells
The Sly Stallone of the microphone
I'm old school like Special K
Turbo and Ozone, rep for my people like I'm Che Guevara
Wit a derby and linen pants plus a guallavera
Oh, I'm so sick they sending ambulances
To resuscitate the mic from my verbal thrashing
Cash advances and top brand fashion
Guaranteed to rock the spot and keep the party peeps dancing
I had to switch up the flow for all the DJ?s spinning wax in the club
So when ya hear my joint y'all better turn it up, louder
Suvelo, blast that music bro
Respect the flow, ya listening to a music pro
The Burt Bacharach of rap is back ready to make ya move ya body
And lean back like Joe Crack
Whoa, get ya hands in the air
And wave them back and forth in the atmosphere
I know ya wondering if the rumors are true, believe the hype
I am the dopest rapper to come through
Wit brand new series of rap arts like Kung Fu
You don't believe me, ya crew could get hung to
I run through anybody opposing
Don't make me have to tell you again
I'm Gods chosen like Peter, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
Now everybody just bounce to this new hit song, what
From sold out arenas to the silver screen
I move crowds and drop hits that make the people scream
Stack cream, get chauffeured in stretched out limousines
I'm a hot album, you just a, ah, 16
T-Bone is hard as it gets and I don't fly first class, why?
I travel with chef?s on private jets
That's why you mad and upset, homie
I paid my dues though, been ripping these mic?s since tape decks
So place your bets, I'm the best yet
Move the crowd and make ya bounce like bad checks
I got next like the W-N-B-A
Defeating me is like blacks joining the K-K-K
It won't happen, like hoods without guns clapping
Or hip hop wit no DJ's and MC?s rapping
It's contradictory, none of you'll ever get wit me
The dopest to ever breathe on a mic and claim victory
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6. _ Blazin' Mics
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7. _ Can I Live
Can I live? Can I live?
Yeah, it's me, huh, I know you all seen me
I'm the one who brings the blingin'
Pushin' whips and 22 inch chromes spinnin'
(Can I live?)
La da y'all wanna judge me?
Hair braided up, pants saggin'
Can I just live, yo?
(Yo, I'm just tryna live)
Why can't y'all leave me alone?
Man seem like everybody be judging me
Talkin' behind my back, fakin' the smiles and huggin' me
Pointin' fingers, hatin', jealous of my success
Praying for my downfall, can't handle me being blessed
Now you'd rather see me at the bottom of the totem poll
Scraping for dollars on the edge 'bout to lose control
Back on the corner, still livin' in the projects
Still strugglin' down and out with no prophets
Still drivin' through the hood in a bucket
I'm 'bout bringing my people over like I'm Harriet Tubman, huh
Been through the fire like Kanye West
Beat the odds, now I'm on shuffles and I-pods
See most of y'all could never reach stature
'cause half of you gangsta rappers is gangsta actors
And back-stabbers, y'all got the game backwards
But Bone and Darkchild make hits like linebackers
Can I live?
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
So can I live? that's my question, can I?
Can I live?
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
So can I live? that's my question, can I?
I shed blood, sweat and tears, been on this grind for years
I'm at the top of the charts, no respect from peers
I could be the franchise still I'm chastised
Spreading ya lies, need to recognize there's two sides
My whole life been the underdog
Against the odds, back still against the wall
Fighting to represent in the ring for God
Consciously makin' records for a different cause
This crab game keep pullin' me down
But like Ron Artest been known to rebound
And like Roy Jones, I'm pound for pound
Spittin' a different kind of message over platinum sounds
Can I get some love and a little respect?
Can I rock your world without giving you sex?
And can I live in peace? Man I paid my dues
You'll never know where I been until ya walked in my shoes
Can I live?
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
So can I live? that's my question, can I?
(Can I live yo?)
Can I live?
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
So can I live? that's my question, can I?
Yeah, I'm in it for the long hall, committed to the end like John Paul
I'm tryin' to make a change, throw stones if I'm wrong
If you can do it better then by all means
Shoot for the stars but stop crushin' all my life?s dreams
And let me fulfill my destiny and purpose
Why you try to make me feel no good and worthless?
This life is all a player got to give
So back up and give me room to breath, can I live?
Can I live?
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
(It ain't easy, yo)
So can I live? that's my question, can I?
(Can I live, yo?)
Can I live?
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
(Ya ain't been in my shoes)
So can I live? that's my question, can I?
Can I live?
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
(Yeah, so hard, yo)
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
(Just tryna be me)
So can I live? that's my question, can I?
(It's only when I know how, yo)
Can I live?
(Came from the ghetto I'm just tryin' to give back)
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
(Ya ain't ever walked in my shoes)
You can talk the talk but don't live the life I live
(So y'all don't know what I've been through)
So can I live? that's my question, can I?
(How can y'all judge me? Can I live, yo?)
I feel about myself in this world sometimes
Nobody relates what I've been tryna do for so many years
Just tryna make a change, make a difference in all your lives
Can I live? Can I live? Can I live?
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8. _ Few Good Men
Verse 1
Strap up the boots, I?m ready to shoot, load the ammo, Bone Soprano wit glocks and green camo, I play rappers like they grand pianos, a general, call shots like I?m Joe Bonanno, what, The West is back, sep this dude ain't black, he Latino dogg and rock Gringos, Black, Indians, Palestinians, and Phillipinos, and cash money like Vegas casinos, I?m armed and ready, palms is sweaty, kinda like Em, sep I got a sharp machete, and I?m quick to toss wack rappers of a levy, words is heavy, kinda like a 6-4 Chevy, uh, Hip-Hop will never be the same, It?s time for change, I?m bout to rearrange the game, ready to fight back, so when they say who?s that, tell em It?s just the king of the conscious rap.
Hook:
See all we need is just a few good men,
'cause ain't to many left like Bone and Mack 10,
We know nobody's perfect, so repent for ya sins,
So ya better get it straight, 'cause he's coming again,
(Whisper) He's watching
Verse 2 - Mack 10:
I got the hood on smash homey
And though I'm ballin full throttle
I'll never run outta gas homey
I'm so fly as the days go by I'm better
So I dump re-up and keep getting more cheddar
You know what it do
Mack 10 a savage
Got hustle in my veins so I fiend for the cabbage
Fresh baller to the end
Tell a friend and a neighbor
Ain't that I got so much flavor
It's that I got so much favor
I'm like Pac I get's down, against all odds
And you don't wanna go to war with a child of God
So if you see me in a six four
Tuck ya pistol
Plus it's on if ya miss
So be careful what ya wish for
A rhyme sayer wit respect like the mayor
Plus your arms is to short to box wit God playa
See I'm all for Jesus but I'm nuthing like Mase
I'm to ghetto and gutter
But I'm covered in his grace, yea!
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9. _ King of My Life
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10. _ Wipe Your Tears
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11. _ Gospelalpamegafunkyboogiediscomusic
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12. _ Sing Your Praises
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13. _ Shake Ya Body
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14. _ Name Droppin'
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15. _ Sing Your Praises [Spanish Version]
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16. _ Raised in Harlem
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17. _ Pentecostal Horseracing (Interlude)
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18. _ I Been Lookin' Around [Remix]
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