Me Vs. Industry

Have I told you lately that I love you

Well if I didn't darlin' I'm sorry
Did I reach out and hold you in my loving arms, when you needed me
Now I realize that you need love, too, and I'll spend my life makin' up to you
Oh, I forgot to be your lover, and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry

First it was Pac and then Big, I know you feelin' me kid
It had me trippin' and I'm thinkin' what kind of joke that it is
And then when Pun died it made me think of his kids
And it bring the tears to my eyes when I see these babies cry
And can't forget the Eazy, and you then know that it's fo-sheezy
Got no time for flossin' when these soldiers out here need me
And them Gravediggas, and while chasin' major figures
But the things we say are seeds that we planted, they gettin' with us

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Now I realize that you need love to
And I'll spend my life makin' up tp you

Consumed by the things of this world
And never respectin' our girls
We callin' them hos when they diamonds and pearls
And then they miss Aaliyah, so many out here wanna be her
Don't even know when the next time and when they really gonna see her
And we forgot about Him, unless we use Him in vain
And all these evil speekin' lyrics disrespectin' His name
These rappers sayin' nothin', that's why he tryin' to tell us something
While we kickin' rhymes, I see Him steady showin' signs
No more popin' pills, watchin' these young ones livin' ill
You glamorize the wicked, that's the kind of stupid that's gettin' us killed

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They drivin' Escalades, and Benz' and Lexus' and Jaguars
They rollin' on 22's with DVDs in they cars
Everyday on MTV and so they know who you are
Plus the way you live your life is like a movie star
They popin' Xs in the Lexus' Fine firls with diamond neckless'
Talkin' about how good the sexs is
And Pops gotta cry 'cuz we lost our Left-Eye
But behind the tragedy there's a reason why

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Verse 1

Yo I roll with Godbody
Prayin fearin nobody
My life belong to Him
So I don't need a shoty

You ain't got no peace at home
Ridin, cryin on the phone
Puffin lah
Ready to die
So you huffin on your chrome

So if the Ruff wanna ride
The Ruff gotta die
Just like if Puff wanna walk
Then Puff gotta lie

People just don't understand
I spit it righteously
But you get your life right
And you might just be

Got you candy-coated sweet-long
With the feet on
Clockin dollars everyday
But you know you livin wrong

So just livin life in this war like it's a game
All alone and never knowin the peropse why they came
In the streets they learn to kill
In the club they pack steel
And It's all for the sake of a game that ain't real
So they learn to throw slugs
Like they learn to sold drugs
A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thug
Fast life make no sence when you dead and you gone
Right now you got a chance to chose your right from wrong
But it kills me to see those thugs that don't care
When they die leavin' children behind
It ain't fair
Some wanna ride
Some wanna die
But heres your chance to live or
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Live or die
'Cuz the way that you live's gonna be the way that you die
Look what you wanna do
Live or die
I know you claim to be real
I see the thug in your eye
So what you wanna do
Live or die
'Cuz the way that you come's gonna be the way that you go
Now what you wanna do
Live or die
All the dough that you make you can't take when you go

East Coast

Name one get some
Yo we got this here
Predestened by the Lord
You can't stop this here
I roll with the real ones
'Bout to drop this here
Your visions kinda blury
We 'bout to make this clear
Lil Wayne I know you hurtin' 'cuz you lost your pops
The block was so hot you had to slang that rock
Thugs grillin' ya so you sleep with your glock
Thuggin' hard up in my life
Dogg I had to stop
Saw my my man last year
He just got locked
Escaped from the hood
Just like Lot
Didn't wanna get shot
End up just like Pac
Or end up in the flames
'Cuz It's just too hot

Yeah, I heard your album
And Baby boy it was wac
Murder lyrics, deceving spirits sung over the track
While you flowin in the studio and sippin' that cogiac
What you spittin but not livin
I'm tired of this phonie act
Sold your soul, had to pay to play the game
'Cuz as soon as you make that chedder son, you'll never be the same
You forgot from which you came and you suckers are still lame
Like Tony Montana and his wac rap game
Money exagerates you, the truth will agravate you
I spit the type of wisdom you choose or can't relate to
Even the dumbest on the streets son, can estimate you
Fantisizing in your lyrics seems to motivate you
But I don't immitate you and I don't player hate you
But I'm prayin' for your souls that hell's fire escape you
I know the game ain't the same and the fame is what you claim
But I'm tellin' you Playboy you gotta pay to play the game

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West Coast

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How many gonna raise they seed
How many gonna blow that weed
How many gonna slang that dope
When we know it's hope we really need
How many gonna make 'em bleed
How many gonna make 'em freeze
How many gonna push that weight
Do anything it take to get that cheese

See 'em everyday get hit with a charge
Now they gotta go toe to toe on the yard
Know it's kinda hard behind them bars
20 to life and you full of the strife
'Cuz you know you gotta fight for life
'Cuz if you life by the gun, die by the gun
Came from the slums where it ain't no fun
Somebody killed her only son
Who's gonna take his place, no one
Really don't matter 'bout the color or race
When the bullets start to fly all thru the place
Shorty got shot with a chrome 45
Hurt me to my heart, can't tell no lie
How many mommas out here gotta cry
How many kids out here gotta die
Lost in the streets got tears in their eyes
Tell 'em make the peace, can you feel me, right
uh-hua, okay, no how no way
Talk about politicians, that's why nobody wanna listen
Everybody from the money maker to the player hater
Wanna be a peace maker, if it ain't about makin' the peace
Or savin' the streets, Baby boy see ya later
But now it's me and Marquise bringin' peace to the streets
D.C.P. and Young Wiz-e, makin' the peace
Cause the violence to ceace' cuz that's the way that it's gotta be
You heard, Makin' the peace cause the violence to cease
'Cuz that's the way that it's gotta be

45 Clint Eastwood, pop killas in the hood
Dirty boy flow, got folks in the wood
Know where I'm from, cats spit straight fire
Come on the block to make sure you die
Violation Wodie, comin' up in the scene
Magizine clip dogg, straight trippin' the frame
They wanna blame but the enemy make you ready for woe
MaryJane, hennissey got you blowin your dough
Frustrated, when we come thru they hate it
Spittin' the truth from the bottom to the Decatur
Shoot 'em up when they tellin' ya, hua
Another life gone 'cuz you messin' with her
Got 4 pumps in the back of the truck
Step out of line playas ready to bust

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Young thugs on the come up, now a days talk about throw your guns up
Switch up, that's why they get done up
Blaze up, check it out when they run up
On somebody never met before, got a hit in your waste
Pull out, shot, hit the floor, doin' 25 to life in the cell
No bale, check it out homeboy, ain't that fo-sho
Got a 9 on the streets, bust on your peeps
Rollin' in the hood, so you gotta creep
Life ain't sweet, Know you incompleate
But you swift on your feet to get the cream
Y'all know what I mean, in this world of sin
Got a block full of fiends, everyday livin'
So you ready for the big ol' screen, Y'all

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I'm lost in the world not knowin' where I'm goin'
So everyday I pray just to make it thru the morning
When it's hard to stay focused when your dreams are hopeless
My ambissions are broken, only when I'm smokin'
Define lifes anwsers, what would the question be
Will I reach my destiny or will it get the best of me
Or will it get the best of me
No friend you can turn to, no where you can run to
In the end you can't pretend 'cuz it's all on you
In the fight to keep my head, I cried till I bled
And did the right thing that was written in red
All these thugs bustin' slugs yo we can't ignore
And there be blood on the floor from the night before
Livin' life full speed, fallin' victem to greed
Fast money and women, we thought that's all we'd ever need
When the lights go down, and the curtians close
We was heathens on the streets, that only God knows

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Verse 1 (D.C.P)


Ya'll boys try a dope deal dutchy sacks ready to roll cop a sack from
dred down there on 74 'lac fogged up like you been hit with a smoke
bomb eyes chinese like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke boy when
you roll through the MI 44 boy city gangstas bust them in the sky streets
infested with sinners and bad body winners play your game right dog
you might can take 1 out to dinner and combined souls now jezabel got you
lace all eyes on dred when you walk up in the place with no fear of God
what so ever mind only on chedder slanging out the blue beretta hit the
club in somthing better just to show off your ice 38 on your waist in the
back of the car you got a snipe praying Lord please forgive me if I have
to bust asking you in advance just in case I have to rush

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End results ya'll its coming for ya
Cigar full of doja you can ball til you blow up
We never learn that's why many forever burn
Watch your rollie tick guaranteed it's hitting your turn

Verse 2 (D.C.P.)
Got a hold of two headturners one black and italian other girl built
like a stallion down for whatever on her medallion boy be careful about
these dade county girls they ain't no joke you get got with a small 22
she pull out of her coat you just bent the corner blades spinning like
propellers at the stop light some cats pull up in a tinted jetta yellin
hey pull over look dog you got a flat next thing you know you feel
something cold on your back it's miss itala mixed with black she done
pulled out the gat make a false move cat she ready to attack thugs
jumped out the back stripped him down like club rolex took everything
to the car to the weed to the iced rolex they peeled off right along with
the two chicks mouth wide open like he been yawning thinking i can't
beleive this i don't deserve this yes you do if you be living wrong these
are the results of the lifestyle of them boys who ain't living long
now you pack more heat took back the four feet bullet proof the black
fleet ride no less than four deep boy it's real in this hood of reaping
and sowing for sure killas won't hesitate to bust your head over dough

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Verse 3 (L.G. Wise)
Trapped on the block driving lex and coops iced up in the hood with your
soljahs and troops but I salute you with truth now tell me how could it
be little kids selling crack lying dead on dese streets it's messed up when
you think your only hope is the dope we end up dead or in jail so we
can't even cope 16 with triple beams selling weight to make cream wanna
cry when I see me people can't even dream It's a shame how these cats gone
say da name of my Lord spitting violence over beats got babies caught
in the war and they lost not understanding what they doing it for got
these judges throwing the books and closing the doors no more time with
they family just a cell and cold floors like my Granny used to say when
it rains it pours hustle to break bread just so you can stay fed next
thing a closed casket cause they blowed off your head

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Verse 1
I ain't afraid to say
Like you ain't afraid to hate
Wanna tell you face to face
Better turn or you won't see heaven's gate

Wanna go to war with the mormons
Wanna take a bath with the catholics
Gonna find yoself in a burning hell
Where them demons laughing

And they got you and they hit you on the slow-mo
They got you suckaz in a cell screaming oh no

And so I write with my pen
Hope you repent for your sin
Can't take your pills and bottle of gin
In case you can't get in

Don't wanna see you burn
Want to see you turn baby
And if you don't you'll be screaming like a little lady
Now do you hear me Shady
Cuz it ain't all gravy
And one day wishing
And you screaming Jesus Christ save me

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Burn baby burn
That's right we said it
If you don't turn
You better not forget it
Burn baby burn
You wanna play with God
If you don't turn
You suckaz think you hard
Burn baby burn
You know it's holy war
If you don't turn
My Father's gonna settle the score
Burn baby burn
na na now what na na now what
Check it out

Verse 2
I'm teachin cats
How to live with wife and the kids
Not doing time on the bids
Cuz son I now how it is

I spent my time in Riker's Island too
Never seen a smiling crew
They wanna slither you
You know how Riker's Island do

Dudes get in they face
Slithered and living with scars
The only dreams that they livin
Is dreamin life without bars

And son they gotta wake up
And then they eat to keep they weight up
The stress got em losing their mind
About to break up

You rappers ain't feeling me
Say no room for me in the industry
But it's clear to see
What the indy is missing is me

You rappers got the same flow
Talk about the same (moan)
About your little dough
We know how the story go

I know just what I'm doing
And who I'm doing it for
I spit it real for my kids
Just like I spit it for yours

And for the ones feelin like blowin a hole in they head
Feelin like they better off dead

Ever since you got your deal
Ever since you made your mil
Your gift was meant to heal
But still you wanna kill

Talk about your purple pills
Rolling thru your purple hills
I ain't gonna front
Cuz you phonies can't keep it real

You wanna holla back
Then get at me dog
Finally somebody got the gall
To spit it to ya'll
Lets ride out

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Verse 3
The ghetto ain't fabulous
And yet you tellin us
How you came straight from the gutter
And how we gotta bust

I've saw behind the bars
You know they life is scared
And how they bout to lose they life
By fightin on the yard

They looking thru the fence
You on the other side
On MTV you makin mils
And still you gonna lie

And you don't even know just what we goin thru
And if you do then you should come and help us make it thru
Now have you ever had a partner to die
To see their momma cry
Kids at their casket
With the tears in they eye

And if you do now tell me how they gonna make it
And when they feel they can't take it
Because they know they can't shake it

You just another big lying talking brother
Don't care about these mothers
Or if we kill each other

#1 like Nell
You can be on TRL
But if you don't switch it up
You can still go to (vroom)

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Take the time and come follow me, and thru this dream

And while i'm rollin' thru these neighborhoods see babies scream
And mommas fiend, Yo, it's like they on the wrong team
How many people close they eyes to this american dream
I look my children in they eyes and I wipe their tears
Now don't you fear, 'cuz daddy's gonna be right here
And every river you gotta cross I'll be right there
And every paain you gotta feel, you know I'll always care
How many young gotta go to prison, behind the killin and dealin'
Not even carin' how these mothers feelin'
I know you on the swell, I know you lookin' well
But on the inside, just a lil kid that's locked behind a cell
And oh well, I never had a father there to lead 'em, but to leave 'em
And they greavin' and they barely breathin'
No reason to even try y'all to look for love
You got dealt such a bad hand to be a thug

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Oh, what the worl needs is love
And all the homies stuck in prison
What we need is a lil love, that's what we missin'
Oh, what the world needs is love, is love, we need a lil love

Never seen my pops, unless i seen him in me
Somebody please help me explain all this misery
I'm hangin' out with these older cats and I'm payin' my dues
Actin' a fool up in the streets, I'm packin' this gat and these tools
And thinkin' its cool to sellin dope and never goin to school
But I'm a fool, I listened to them when it should have been you
What kind of drama cause a momma turn her back on her kids
She said I said I'll be back, but she never did
I used to scream nobody love me
I fell in love with the streets when thugs they huged me
Know what I'm sayin', Instead of the nights fallin asleep
I fell in love with the streets, would have died as a thug hadn't been for your love
No mommas and daddys and all these homies stuck in prison
What we need is a lil ove, that's what we missin'
No mommas and daddys and all these homies stuck in prison
What we need is a lil love that's what we missin'

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And just like Jah, He never knew his daddy
And just like me I never knew my daddy
And while I'm ridin' with these older homies drivin' caddies
And now we cryin' wonder why my daddy had to have me
You can relate, but now we made it thru
But it wasn't easy you see, but can't forget the ones who died
Wasn't as fortunate as me
But now that crack flood the streets, nobody know how it came
Nobody wanna tell the truth, that's why we goin' insane
Project homes are steady broken, daddys out smokin'
Watchin' babies lyin' dead in the casket, it ain't no joke
And how we gonna make it without these daddies and mommas
That's why we lost up in this world, crazy facin' this drama
Most of the fathers 20 years ago they had your back
Alot of fathers in this day and time they hooked on crack
All we need is a lil love to change all that
I know it hurts to tell the truth, but gotta face the facts

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INTRO

(LG) Edi Outlaw, what's up dude
(EDI) Not much dog, what's up Wise
(LG) Yo I'm chillin--Yo, I'm glad you could make it on this one
(EDI) No doubt I'll come for the truth, dog
(LG) Word, it's time for a change
(EDI) So lets give it to 'em man

VERSE 1 (LG Wise)
Generation in a curse
And they feelin' sad
Too many shorties are in da hearse
Before they knowin they dad
How many sons will never know they daddys
So young and confused
So its the streets where they learn to live
So when they choose then they lose

Its like the day that Pac died
A place in your heart you gonna cry
I cant lie
The Lord will come and wipe da tears from yo eyes
But Jesus shed his blood to save a thug
Then they got us bustin slugs
Them haters bust his head
But he still showed em love

Its the thugs that need yo love
Its the thugs that need yo hug
Lord we need you on des streets
Thats why we dying from des slugs
So me and da Outlawz
We come father asking you for forgiveness
So you can come into our heart
And help us savin our children

Now hey young world
from Lauderdale to da Bay
Now hey young world
from MIA to L.A.
Now hey young world
from Carolina to VA
Lord hear these thugs crying and come and save us today

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To all my shorties on da blocks (hey young world)
To all the thugs slangin rocks (hey young world)
Even if you on lock down
All my ladies the world is yours
(2X)

VERSE 2 (EDI)
These days it don't pay to play
You better make your way
Cause life ain't guaranteed to you young dudes
In the wildlife
Still livin childlike
Criminal minds of the juvenilles up lovin to wild out
Born with an anger from where
He don't even know
400 hundred years of oppression
And it's bound to show
They said he murdered his teacher on the last day of school
One shot from a 22
Left them blue
What to do

Hey young world don't believe what they tellin you
you can prevail livin in hell
you ain't a failure

Hey young world I know the times is hard
But beleive in the Light it'll get you out of the dark

Have hustle have smarts
Must of all have heart
Never let em see you shed a tear
My God

Have hustle have smarts
Must of all have heart
And never let em see you shed a tear
Yeah, Yeah

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VERSE 3 (DCP)

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