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Do you ever see that stuff that be
when it get cold that ice that you can't see? See that shit happens sometimes. Yep, black ice. Now you know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall y'all did you catch that phone call most of y'all didn't met me thought I was tall, Get flipped like a dip slipped fell on da black ice did you think twice, homeslice came and he went satisfied got bent bars ain't shit meetin' coast to coast yeah lamped & bo man do-si-dos too many coming close cuz Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high Circulate like a Sunday paper capers caught tony tone with cheap flicks good picks pay hard watch the hard turn sideways clip the tale for real sales to the who lose cash flesh Live your life for now feeling good and warm windows rolled tight thirty five degrees nippy tonight, don't forget the chapstick lips dry quick when the jack out make you wanna act out take the slack out some people black out hibernating to a cave backout Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high I been in it for the past few days tighter than fades I know all my plays now can I rap? can I adapt? now really sure yeah who's that looking over the shoulders of those writing dreams feening for the taste of menthol missed class stayed in the hall looking for a squeeze play better yet a holiday stayed away from the pyramid board game broke it down to a neighborhood slang, cash before fame sky high (x 10) now who done stepped in? the nigga the b-i-g the secret weapon boy slicker that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddings so quick flexing, you speaking about sankin that's refreshing to the earlobes pay for the room and still be in pimp mode like icebergs, chryslers and buicks some niggas ain't on their jobs so them suckers tend to lose it abuse their priveliges and now the whole village is been shot to pieces coz niggas are biting that same stupid shit I mean that feces boy don't beat me if you ain't got no work I'm strictly about these verses like the ones you hear at church boy seach boy, talking about your dough is punk like lurch boy every time I heard your rhyming like a fucking jerk boy, simp, yeah! Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me you eardrums it was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood Yellows and greens and blues and browns and greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated wood Ain't a thing could explain but what pertains to cocaine & sustaining rain See summer roll around niggas all about change then they steady move them keys like bob james Coz old man winter's arrived the temperature dives November just died December's alive thus it ain't no typical ride just individuals way to bring home the bacon when bacon was all gone making it our own taking me all wrong We've all indulged in the bulge of those no-nos no you ain't solo, there's even lower levels you can go take sun people put them in the land of snow Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high |
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[Cee-Lo]
Uh huh, one time. Yes suh, yes suh Verse 1 [Big Gipp] Now what they know about the banana and mayonnaise? With two slices of toasted bread on a napkin Straight up nuts with this country drawl It ain't no reason, look here boy, ain't no fuckin flaw I didn't go to bed without my lucky bear claw See I'm a rest, uh, look in the bloom like a mushroom in the jug under hot lights Crystalize so nice when I think twice. I love long summer nights Four record deep, and I still get stage fright. Small towns to the big city night life. Hook If you don't like what I say, Fly away, fly away. If you don't like where I stay, Fly away, Uh huh. Verse 2 [T-Mo] There's a Ghetto in every city (know dat) politicians (slangin) slurs hoppin the natural urge Ain't no runnin from niggas, everywhere you go, drinkin alcohol, ready to call Earl, It's your world black man. Them devils can't stand how we makin moves, smooth Affordin legal houses so when a scene like the hand is took Then documented it in his book how these niggas shook the world with the hook, Now they back like Jack in that red Cadillac Verse 3 [Khujo] Now git, don't let the doorknob hit you where the good Lord split you, off pair of rooms, too That you so gone off that'that PCP, that thought so letting another man sample your wine Host your mind, like the color pink rubbin elbows with the wrong folks Makin kin bruise they skin, secretaries terminated after seein' her boss pack fudge Dirty men need to do more than bathe, ha. How's about burned at the stake like the rest of them sodomites, even though you had beautiful kids and a wife, he still went both ways Ain't no due process for boys that become girls or versa vice'a Field niggas control this, then the hollow-point tip on this gay-rights activist, A ghetto gang we all familiar with, now how many licks did it take to get you where you is today? Fly away (fly away now) Hook Verse 4 [Cee-Lo] Yea, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south, some of these niggas still think we soft. And I swore I wouldn't never write no rhyme like this, but now you startin to piss me off Huh huh huh. Oh yes yall, Shawty he got that silky southern drawl. E'ry tooth in my mouth got gold on em all, I'm is slum And we don't want to bad blood, but it is some, it is some. Nigga think he got, a better mind frame than me, nigga really think he got mo' game than me. Ole, make me sick, nigga think you slick, uh fuck around and make me click like a magic trick Eh heh heh. Cause I'll do yo ass wrong bout me, we so deep, and quick to stomp a nigga to sleep, and uh, we don't like to kill, but we will. Ooh Lord, this south is sho' nuff trill, now shit, When we on your side of town we don't ask why, We abide by the rules that yall live by. And see you welcome to come, you welcome to stay, but any disrespect, We will make yo' ass fly away. Hook |
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Yeah, it's Fulton County
In the Woods, where niggaz got bounties hangin over they heads We done went back down the street And stayed from the concrete treads Chorus: Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill If you trill you betta not squeal Cause if you squeal, you will disappear Now that's for trill Chorus Verse One: Cool Breeze Ay, ay, I used to kick the back do' down with the chrome Now when they see me, you oughta hear em, it's like the leash still on (FREEZE!) I hit the stage, grab the mic, they gets crunk when I speak Get my money, then I'm out, back at the Embassy Suites I got some cut with a switch you can't do nothin but admit I'm East Pointe's greatest hit, she all on my stick On the strength she be steamin, she come through for any reason She work at the Parisian, and this is Polo season Bam, with them Calhouns, high-tops for my feet Outfit ain't missin nuttin like Brandy, peep That's how us Headland hustlers ball Next stop gonna be Greenbriar Mall Chorus Verse 2: Gipp Stay in the streets like a Herby Curby Some that didn't make it through the rain wasn't worthy 96 stamp dirty, flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills What it is, what it ain't, in the paint, some slow by the dank I think, make you go blank, lookin for work left you where you started shinin shins, under them skirts at the airport, Gipp cruise the hood like a snake up in the woods lookin for a cut party Chorus Verse 3: Khujo You know we don't use the Goodie name to pack they function at the last minute, request for, guest appearances, denied Time is money, on the wood, many bed no good Ain't nothin here for you freak, off-brand frapp, really need to learn how to pick up an Alexander Graham Bell, for she get gripped get some nights on beaver, made her way through the damm Down stream, two crabs, a set of twins, three fins One main pain was for soldiers to feel Warriors don't take orders, ain't no serial killers in Georgia The culprit is blue words in pink skin, so listen our daughters Daddy's little girl, dialling 1-800-Earl cause she want to do what men do Chorus Verse 4: T-Mo, Cee-Lo How I wish, you was the last fish, I would have to catch It was a mess, how the last one, jumped back in the sea of Goddesses, from the SWAT it is A poor playa with skills to build nations of people not giving a fuck bout no color, we all brothers that ball While others get manipulated and fall Nose wide open to that beast, like it was yo' first to cash in your V-club, is it really love that you feel for her, you a betta man than me To think I can't keep a girl that I like around me And so there's many that await, stay after plate my stomach full after I take a pull Yeah, uh-huh, many gon' come, many gon' go some thinkin, I'ma overwhelm, fuck the foes Some wanna little time, wanna conversate Some too impatient to wait so we can fully relate Some Bouvier, and you bout fall clean through thin ice tryin to skate Your girl and I all playin the game, y'all just don't play the same Don't give a fuck and brush up off me, tick, tick, shawty Lo be At a piece of being broken for emotion at F-O-E's So she know it's gon' be a strike three But you gotta strike two, huh But at the damn I could find another just like you At The Damm I could find another just like you Huh, goodnight Boo |
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They don't dance no mo'
They don't dance no mo' (what we doin is sittin around chillin) They don't dance no mo' They don't dance no mo'Yeah, uh, yeah Did it, done it, run it, sayin "How you want it?" Leave it when you finished let me dress it up and made it seem sweet Like a beach in Martinique, Goodie back up on they feet Set it straight for the nine-eight, license plate with the triple A Callin all them cars, because the club be goin left and right Throwin blows like them pros, runnin lows up in the night Feelin numb from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the back Baby what you lookin fo', Shawty I ain't showin no slackPeople don't dance no mo' All they do is dissthis They get off on holdin folks hostage They good, fo' casin malls and leavin broken glass where you park, those two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes Fools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone three Deep coverage, man under We used to break doin eighty-three 2 Live dropped, and we was Throwin That D They don't fight with fists They bring they piece Pat everybody down, before they leave this pieceEducate themselves, and went to jail, that filthy morgue with the core, and high-powered restrainin mechanisms Why is it? They slayin this last nigga, ready to sic em but I stay cool,and observe them fool and let's just thank, and drank and clear the way you think, actin out and about that gat he pulled, that my partna sawed And he worked quickly, was it worth it? He didn't deserve it Pr |
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(Cee-Lo)
Mmmm.. this particular song right here is.. dedicated to the black woman And it doesn't pertain to all black women because some of y'all disrespect y'allself because you don't know who you are in the first place This is out of common respect, for all women period Word up, like this song, yo Yo, I'm quite single, and occaisionally I mingle But aside from all the rest, she sparks my interest No, ma'am, I don't know you Just offering the common respect I feel I owe you Also, some conversation, companionship, common-ground and common-sense There's no such thing as coincidence in, me finding you here And I really hate screaming in your ear, so some other time, OK? I waited a day *phone rings* Hello? This is Carlito from a couple of days ago, you sound tired Forgive me if I've called you too late But what better time to relate mind-state? Where could I begin? Hasn't anyone ever told you you got beautiful skin? You're more than welcome, what do you desire within? I just, wanna be, there's no need to put titles on you and me Those are limitations, living and learning are our only obligations Equality, honesty, independence, intelligence, emotion and devotion Humbly seeking to hear God when he's speaking At one time, my mind, just, couldn't conceive A woman had to dress a certain way to believe But, in the same breath, a-llow me to say That, if you believed young lady, you wouldn't dress that way And I, was attracted to your class, I couldn't see all yo' ass And, I was very content, and you deserved every complement Now, remember our indifferences make us the same You gotta have some game, or, many of you won't even be able to take care of yourself, uh And Love, when I look at you, I see my reflection So I offer my love, affection and protection Shawty, you dead fine, but the bottom-line is You're still my sister Chorus: Cee-Lo *singing* Well, I say you're my, beginnin my end You're my sista lover and friend God is, your light from within It shines through your beautiful skin What they, say bout you ain't true There's no me if there is no you I hope, that you understand You got to respect yourself before I can (Gipp) Yeah, I met you and y'all knew, saw you again on Marietta Downtown Atlanta, checkin your long legs, got me smirkin Fixed me dinner one night, candles lit Kinda ahought you was slick in the beginnin But it teurned out you wouldn't lie Looked me in my eye, I listened Sucked it up, pushed on, we made amends, both sides clicked True friends, since then, years done gon by Brought a baby girl into this world, made our parents grandfolks Household with no hope, took care of ye, you me When shit got put out on the curb Closer than the skin on the back of my hand Through the thick and thin, we can win Beautiful black skin Chorus (Khujo) No need to compete, with the music loud or stairs cold, put on a scale, of one to ten, you a twelve I chose, her over jail and hell Originally from ATL (T-Mo) Compatible souls come together, under bad weather to discuss distrust amongst the so-called good in every wo-man, how I wish this was true I deal with facts only, already done cloned me Why I sang the blues, when there's only one God that watches over our every step, I need his help when I'm walkin, lookin for the right female I can't tell sometimes They tell me the devil's comin humble in his approach Spontaneous with the game He caught the naive of a girl fallin for the OK Let the pistol smoke the one you live by Die by, examples of how relationships can be (Khujo) I rolls the dice, takin a chance at crappin out Like today boy, I lost one of my best hips Natural thick lips, no animal fat implants Wide load, just started workin at the airport 19 years old, worth more than her weight in gold But it was all my fault, so don't cry, understand If down the line I want you back and the feelin ain't mutual just promise me you'll find a new man -- that's bout some business Hope she find what her was lookin for, like a dreamto my end I wanted to be more than friends Beautiful black skin (black skin) Chorus: repeat to end |
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Yo, we gon do it like this
Straight out the parts. . . that they disregard Never considered . . . ok Now don't get mad, nigga get glad Goodie got them brand new trash bags . . dag And they know where to dump that ass In the chair The hoochie river with the rest of the kids That did business outside la familians Gettin ya touched Down the cut Blunts roastin whole through tea bags Blowin bubbles out the wrong end Mud in your stool piles Flamin hotter than Dust Valley The gateway to where ever your sick tickle desire The gangsters of this other century Transforming hustlers and players into sissies So slim goodie You don't want no drug boy He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant Don't get too comfortable You ain't gon be here too long G's get locked up and die (clean) Most lie in they own surreal home Trust the tree on the map This one individual thought he was the Grim Reaper Swole, couldn't nobody put a finger on his naps Now he up under the bridge stankin In his birthday suit Used to always holler about how he was gon do a brother (get him!) Beat him to the punch-line, one ? Being forced into early retirement at the age of 26 Palms feel like bricks - peeling from distributing crack Crumb snatchers and goo-gobblers struggle To stay on top of sand dunes Cause mouths born with silver spoons Make your bed you gotta sleep in it But stakes made Baking soda kept the knees clean Narrow like a ravine ? fell good news Last hole, green jacket worn, body in two Left by oh-no Soul been gone, disappeared like the dune Once the temperature rise But I'm with my Lawd (lord) ?Please grits, still ship Half the pipes are gettin sold out convienience stores Where ya at now? Comming around trying to sniff out sounds Well rounded kept you strictly grounded for your ear The dogs are gettin closer to the ? now can you hear? I smell fear and even if your eyes was closed Your ass couldn't catch your tear Lies, straws, mirrors and plates Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes Why can't I escape These lies, straw, mirrors and plates? In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacks Upon the map in the vault Where this cat's trying to sniff me out I'm in the southwest woods working all about Paper capers, never hurt them brothers to obtain If I can't refrain cause some of these niggaz snortin cain And really don't know which way to go Confused, you'll abuse anybody for a fix Hits go for ten bucks, go for 20 and they good and plenty Fat baggies like ?Maggies? muffin Where the kid do the stuffin Silly of these young niggaz watching me As I turn figures into solitare Twirl up my hair (down south) Pray to God I don? have to do him Like I never knew or had no clue to who you was Cuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek So to speak, ? like a icon when it was done to approach my mosse Be on that Rossie like The Click So I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off it Chorus Nigga I ain't shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bit Nigga please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit Now I got a little dough, but it ain't that much mo than every other nigga I know We all still po I don't sell dope (what you doin?) I sell hope You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V. I ain't got no fear, my nigga I was born to wait right here Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary I got that thang with me cause it's necessary Shit, I was just ridin Wasn't even thinking?out collidin But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights I don't prepared myself to die if it's my time to go He said "you know what it is, you done seen it before" This sad, of course I'ma be mad Well here you can have it god damnit if you want it that bad You would try to take from me, my nigga I ain't no star I value both of our lives more than this car You lucky nigga, I used to be you Shit and I'd bust a hole in your chest somebody could see through Now remember, shit, you could've died tonight And I would've been in the right I ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the house Cause I ain't really dying by nothin like this He-he-he-he-he-he Everythang cool my nigga, you could just drop me off at the house Knahmsayin? |
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"Uh-huh, been here been real
Still clear South West Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it? Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it? Chorus: Now from that ghetto ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto Got one foot in, one foot out... of the ghetto ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto That's why I know the things I know! In the ghetto ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto And some of my friends done died befo' in the ghetto ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto That's why I can't seem to let go Chiefton: How do you feel when you judge quick And you all up in my face and I ain't even spit? Just like them folk that say they know me from my old days I know you wonderin' about my spirit and my old ways! You hearin' me spittin' the piece of mind, got you froze in time Playin' catch-up with yourself I'm on another level, and you can say I'm dead wrong Even if you stay home They gotta fight because you livin' in a war zone Head strong Can't leave it 'lone till they get and they gone So now I'm stylin', my momma 'bout to travelin' He be hangin' with them monsters and they smilin And my babies' coughin', thinkin' they have TB And they neva call him daily in that wee-wee So what I find is to eliminate the problem Befo' they cause problems Befo' we have problems 'Cause you thought you had it sewed up Until that green house grew all of a sudden Sho' nuff, it showed up Now you didn't know he had it in him The venom It fits the test and I'm gon (win) him Then the ride, can't be cryin' got it steady now You need to find out, there ain't no time-outs You can't sign-out, better than whine out Don't drop the gun 'cause the street is gettin' packed now Just let cones bang the ground, don't you back down! For it's the fate, that brought you to this place now So let it guide you and take you to that touch-down And stay ground, so that you can stay proud 'cause one in, and one quick CHORUS T-Mo: I got these jokers with their eyes red drinkin' too much, got dead I make you shout it if you's in the 'burbs Herbs beware. It's from the one that data compare logistic, chicken biscuit This Winter, he will forget the cold through a song And my (party wrong), and my weak is strong just kept his back turned, yearned for destruction bustin' microphones blessed the unprotected soul lettin' go, call him too much will get you off for sure watch (???????) (????) top plate what's gon' save you from the hands of (why) when them guys gone, and you (bet) home in the ghetto Gipp: They trappin' him off within then Look at the fonky red'ead Done flipped them all as dead Paint wet, now I'm set Fight the shit, watch it hit Block lot, Neighborhood charcoals and that old (mark-o?) After dawn, on the porch (Got gone), mind blown Fashioned like, Niggas sold, new or old It's gettin' sold in the ghetto CHORUS Cee-Lo: Now from the go child my name is Lo God done gave me this vision quite some time ago He taught me shout it when you (talk chance the blow?) You preach that real shit 'till you can't doubt no mo' Now wait a minute y'all, I am the one That ride the rhythm from midnight to the morning sun I do it for the freedom, finance, and forever fun Now revolution of the mind has already begun Now just a second y'all It got to be For every thought is fulfilled in the prophecy I'm supernatural and there is no stoppin' me Even the ghetto is still God's property! C'mon Khujo: Ever since you was a youngster the devil been Over your soul, like this one-eyed monster Ain't no in between you either off or on Never pass judgement But the feeling is mutual Pass the hog mog, tryin' to drown me After years of gravel You promised no rest to (blow) in weeks I know you ain't choppin' in the next man footprints Wobblin' like a duck Stuck, crawlin' out the same hole me don't promote no mysterious behavior (Pimped) and be dead I used to flow, my high school goal It come through in the ghetto! CHORUS |
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(T-Mo)
Why is it you fail, to see a man in the same hour, that his kin come grinnin? In another code, fell asleep, party mode, tryin to come up from the ashes that defy your lift, listen up Ladies seem sweet, the ocean meets the mountain peaks Stone-walker, side-walker, watch those loose lips, Wall Street Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20 Four coats'll make it glaze Beams rooted like dogwood, between the Pine, wind Twenty-fo' stores with malt for sale, still fetchin water out the well, help em size, find the grind, find the times where the times weighed as hard as ? find me shoes, baby daddy Rico Daddy, he didn't break the TV So why should I weep, man gon' bye, see you when my light blow Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull between the halo, and a fork-pitch Suffocated by my rhymes... Chorus: Debra Killings Worship High, it's just another name Take your time and concentrate on it Take a stand and make your hand a fist We got a reason to resist (Gipp) The mortal orbit your nadir, don't cross the fade chillin in Decatur, where it's greater, secure streets In the hood late at nights, dippin fine Hard not to be slippin, if they come, I won't run When it's time, I ain't trippin, I got my date and you got yours too, I see, the record sales soar after the death, of this creator, genocidal, tendencies when they mention he, who listens, to Unseen Hand Cappin the faces of the young black man, when they sing Knowin that we Godly, got to keep it right with my people cause I'm equal no matter, how much I make I can't escape fate, the date as I await As I await, I can't fake Can't fake, I can't fake, I'm true with it (Khujo) A duffel for the cash, platinum within myself from another earth Spill, nina, tea leaf, your very, existance is considered a privelege, buck up, and they can't, be revoked Pay your taxes, uhh, snake eyes Strapped with flaws, still iterant to a lot of laws Man-made, but that's a dot, everybody from the East coast don't wear it back home, whatchu think? Gettin they thoughts mixed negative, after reoccurances I say a prayer, plus if I, entertained them It's easy to commit, hard to resist And once we cross that line segment, not even our producers can bring us back, eyeballs peeled Eardrums opened, egos stripped stroked, another low blow delivered to the hip-hop culture, uhh Industry consists of thieveries, prostititues and Folgers if somethin bigger than us, past the blue Told us that it wasn't a heaven for G's Then we do this, continue your devilish deeds I mean activities, that just show, that it's a Hell for Jacks, independent, but you distributed by your masters Labels still a slave, but you just get to eat at the white man's table, lookin like Gable Gunther on the Guinness Book of World Records, God didn't like ugly and he wasn't too fond of cute either A climate of caution, a climate of caution in effect Chorus (Cee-Lo) Where I am, you can feel God is present, in the midst of darkness if you spark up bet somebody gonna see it It is necessary for me to speak these words now Another day here hasn't been promised to me, don't you agree that you never fail when you try, I'm willing to die but first I am willing to live, and I overstand that this will be a lifelong sacrifice, in order to reveal you gon' have to destroy, and if you ain't thinkin right you damn sure can't act right, somebody raise your fist and let me know I'm not alone, revolution, doesn't mean fightin in these streets, and it ain't gonna be no revolution without the women, and, it ain't gonna be no future without the children, and, it ain't gonna be no children without the men, and, you can't have no love without the trust And no, trust can come without communication And you can't communicate if you ain't got shit to say You can't teach about what you, been deceived about too Any book you read is still limited education You gon' have to talk to God personally and time is short And, he's on his way, and I will receive a grateful word for what I've done And this is all that really matters to me In time you will see what I told you is true And I ain't have to rhyme to say that to you I ain't got to rhyme to say it to you, it's true Chorus |
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Ladies and Gentlemen, you are listening to the rulers of the spirit world (Really, Really, Really) Yeah, Yeah, that means poetry deep in this team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green Yeah, Y'all done stepped on we, the green green Yeah, Yeah Witchdoctor: Check this out, bust it, This is like a rocket, you never packed this many condominiums in your pocket Ughn, you never smoked this much weed before Where else can these niggas go Don't know tomorrow, it's about today, bruh I want some coochie that I ain't gotta pay for I'm the one that holidayed ya ATL, land where we par-laya, No nigga jealous with his gat wanna clown It's enough females in the streets to go round two, three times Atlanta, the doctor's home, Always somebody hoggin the payphone Say homes, where your daughter She'll tell ya I'm pure like Artesian water Feed me a quarter like a jukebox I sell rhymes like rocks, the police oughta stop checkin The Lord gave me a blessing Long as rocks I sees with you Think the Lord pleased with you Ughn, you think he kissed you, You think he kissed you, Or he dissed you Chorus: Poetry deep in the team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green Yeah, Poetry deep in the team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green Bust it, Khujo: Suits of brutality patrol sectors Day care centers ran by vestors Drunk drivers behind the steering wheel of liquor trucks New comers think they won the diversion on pure luck Shark pools in the hall, one drop can start a frenzy Feeding off of your ignorance of the law consider no excuse We here by being careful, vigilence Vampires ??? lace personal pants with blood Just ask for the special Crackers crave samples of niggas urine Strands of hair and semen Blue lights in the basements Having conversations with voices between four by fours Rack 'em up, I'll bust your head Stay playing the role of executioner, been years on death row Now he don't wanna die for arranging his wife's murder Equal opportunity, designated bullets don't discriminate Like unemployment, officers doing break Y'all done stepped on we, the green green One deep in this team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green (Poetry runs deep in this team) Chorus T-Mo: Belligerent thoughts of militant ways Camouflaged in the brush, love or lust Which can we trust hidden in the cuts Terr-i-ble they bounce 'em every third month Yeah, after the big flood of truth, Caught in your own evidence Now you hesitant to believe me You back to hangin with Parks That's what you called her Now you run cause you know that's what you want (What you want, what you want) If I felt like everything was good Maybe then I could knock on wood To protect the good That surrounds my innermost thoughts Until my thoughts were caught unguarded As hard as it is to be perfect I try And I still flaw listening to the next guy That knew more and saw it before I did Came up big, to dig an early grave Get locked up, and turn a slave for the rhythm We rap, still get slapped by the system Chorus |
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One time Uh for these freaky hoes I lust But I'm still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust But that's they thang A lot of us fall victim somehow But that's that game Won't try to explain From books to bricks Now I see crooks and tricks Caught up in the mix Of everyday in every way but the right I control the substance my people fiend for at night Lord knows I do wrong Sound like the same old song A lot of niggas singing Homeboys conceal your weapons Cuz ain't gon be no smokin session in heaven No more be buckin yo luck Seven eleven on the first roll Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice Khujo: Sold me out for 3.5 grams of neighborhood clout Now what the fucks we bout I'm back home from the bullshit Puttin in work Meanwhile others dug ditches and covered themselves in dirt One squirt And you locked down forever Can't run from reality Lurking you closer and closer away To the same old traps Now you never learn from your mistakes So now you wear this ass whoopin wit pride What side you on? It wasn't no I in team Only in your dreams Saturated with schemes Yea you right, God gon deal wit ya Fallin from his grace Rookie cop moves cause shifty game And 30 days I'm blessed in the hole But that's till I go to the state federal Penitentiary Yea I could did my time standin on one foot But see I fucked up royally Thought I was slick Them herpes-havin ass crackers changed my big check to six Times wit Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay A wise man knows his limitations Concrete, concrete like Greg Street Chorus: Sufferin from a severe case of inner-city blues I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose Cuz I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse Gipp: That's the shit I like Lord got the door Shot down to the pavement Remove yo hat under the ceiling Of this building A rebuff from the usher of sorts Because ???? Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems Got skimp wit yo bags Boulders become shoulders to depend on Which way to explore Reform, refrain, we ???? Every thought you walk through the trails is hell Airborne for ???? Clone me Replace me wit me Another nation inside a nation Out the land of Scots Suction cups to test tube Layer of skin Supply the crust And we'll mix the fruit Gunshows supplied me in the hour of need Watch em bleed Aryan nation be the dealer Now who's the killer Yup yup that's the shit I like That's the shit I like T-Mo: Uh puttin forth the effort to make a change Not doin a lot of talkin bout it what's yo game? You slippin you can't never do that That's when you get jacked For yo life over emotions runnin wild Like salamanders swimmin in southwest creeks Feelin incomplete Another story Livin ???? Value lost - it wasn't worth it look what it costed Yo life young nigga Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger Better think fast or get swept off yo feet Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads Don't say I didn't tell you cuz you gon see in the future I hope I don't have to shoot you If you switch Went from hardcore to beggin like a bitch Revolutions good to bad Hoods to rags real niggas to fags What's the news? But I refuse to lose Chorus Cee-Lo: Well I woke up this mornin with the same frustration from situations like these Got a call about some work from one of them temporary agencies No high school diploma or any college degrees I can't enlist but they'll draft me if there's a war overseas Oh please Of course I can slice some OZs But see I'm one of those aspirin MCs And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees But I'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees So my uniform tight workin all night at Mickey D's Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government get they fees These minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies Purposely these limitations on black folks opportunities So I quit cuz I'm tired of being one of those overworked underpaid employees Stop carin at all went on and did a few small burglaries It seems like my face done turned into forgotten memories And I ain't gettin away with nothing because I know he always sees But see right now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold They gon get high so I'ma get my money even though it's freezin cold Now how many times you done heard this story told? Believe it or not, it's some very intelligent junkies But dependencies is eatin away at they souls like disease Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies And the crime rate never drops to the cops ride around in threes I knew he would have killed me if I did anything but freeze They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies In a dimlit room being questioned by these authorities And they gave me some time in correctional facilities And now my woman's gotta take on a man's responsibilities |
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Big Gipp:
What makes the dogs hollar? What makes the bouls roll? But I ain't got none, cause most be gettin' old After two weeks slidin' in the rain After the Braves game, where you headed man? Dawn county line, ready to straight mine Watch the sun glare, peep the cold air Those that understood, those that understand I'm runnin' rampant on a Clampet in a mini van (chorus) For you to turn it up, buckle up See you when I see you at the show crunk up For you to turn it up, buckle up See you when I see you at the show crunk up T-Mo 1st and Khujo 2nd: I been at that dope-d dope game for quite some time Noody gave me shit, I worked hard for mine I been up half the night, paranooid at this light I saw the light at the end of the tunnel of life Posting up with the team, it was dope at hand Willie Kight, Terry, Gipp, and hello my man We was draped like fo' real, cold night to snow It was hard to believe it was lil' T-Mo Gotta be 'round figures with petitions Ain't yo' witches like you did found out In rental cars trust with they're figure tips burnt out Kill me, happy trails had dominion Oh what a story they tell, ain't gone be no rails Without the sistas, so lets spark this riot to triple K Finna have my little buddy to jail because he reniged His grand dragon of his duty, rest in peace charisma In the heart of the chill cold south I must learn how for.... (chorus) You to turn it up, buckle up See you when I see you at the show crunk up For up to turn it up, buckle up See you when I see you at the show crunk up Cee-Lo: Of course I been underestimated, but i'm patient so I waited For these words to be related, God created, love and hated It's alright, it's okay. I'ma speak this anyway Many say it's life or death so I don't play any day Hey, I did not come here to stay I never tried to say I wanna to be old and grey When God come get me, so take a chance wit' me Come and dance wit' me to dance wit' me Come on (chorus) It's for you to turn it up, buckle up See you when I see you at the show crunk up For you (for you) to turn it up, buckle up (turn it up and buckle it up) See you when I see you at the show crunk(crunk, crunk , crunk) Yeah, like that y'all, 9-8 Yes sir, Militian mind state True, nuff respect to the crew, ugh huh, yeah Southwest A-T-L |
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Inshallah
Chorus: How can I promise you forever When I can't even promise the rest of the day All I know is we started this journey together And hopefully we can make it the rest of the way Inshallah Insha-llah, Insha-llah Inshallah-ah-ah-ah Insha-llah, Insha-llah Inshallah-ah-ah-ah (Khujo) Yeah Dialect kinda slurred Did you catch that word blurred Talk slow, walk slow And years passed Make that cash Never took a second look Follow the words in the book Watch 'em chill and cook Somethin' new for your ears, bro Sing-along Same sing-song Wantin' to bail out the front door Which you lookin' at me more I can show you shit that you never seen before Crushed ice for cold drinks Surely Makin' music for the worldly And the people in it If you gotta spin it Life is only five minutes (T-Mo) We got contrabanded I recite about bein' free Only to a certain extent In a country run by a president That doesn't know a single resident In my 'hood It is good Or that is fucked-up I let 'em speak for me Break bread and peace treaty Across seas ????? Till the feds get it And split it With other federals And ????? agents and senators and representatives that live off us And feed off us For new ides For years Niggaz been raped Let's escape This dope But how? When it's locked into our chemistry for 'Cause nigga that's all we know That's how we grow (Chorus) (Cee-lo) Remember me, I explain Our relentlesship ?While true made me get the grain? And I refuse to settle Well except the simple and plain I'd much rather excite Delight and entertain Passionately persistant When I preach this positivity For stand up god, write hard things I like to say And our words don't take a chance See if I can make y'all dance But I really ain't got that much time to play Just row Your little boat down the stream Go slow 'Cause life is only a dream And if I should die before I awake I leave to all my beloved this message to take Ahhhhhh (Big Gipp) The merciful Lord of worlds Master of the days of judgement Guide me on the path Upon those who you bestowed your favors Not upon those who your wrath has brought down Nor on those who go astray after hearing your teachings Confidence shot Selfless thing go extremely Contageous flavor Distributed in major Tomatoes with juice Chances of prostate cancer Disease is fictitious Never abandon your Emmanuel For want of religion Kept peasants 180 Just got back From what It ain't nothin' but gamblin' In the pockets scramblin' To avoid the sack I'm seldom seen 'Cause I'm on the label No dis Boneless fingers go from For the one In a matter of tone A target of Since sense has made me enemies It has performance in demand Violence, a tradition in the Western Hemisphere Claim jumpers and land jackers (Chorus) |
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Intro/Chorus: Cee-Lo and others (singing)
Heyy, someone tell me, it's just about over Ohhh yeahhh-yeah, ohhhh yeahh-yeah Someone tell me, it's just about over Ohhh yeahhh-yeah, ohhhhhh yeahh-yeah Verse One: Cee-Lo (singing) Well I'm lonely, and no one understands The show has fallen, into the wrong hands I am blinded, to see all that's passed To know it was possible, to be a sadist I have nothing, for to give I have lost my, will to live I lost my pride, lost my joy, and now I've lost my fear I'd rather die, because I, am just that, unhappy here Chorus Verse Two: Gipp, Khujo Man it's 20/20, uhh It's gettin hard, to Main Street, the Boulevard Earth warmin, causin the ozone to fall apart Spark rebellion, I'ma go to, guillotine the Palestines too, divide the land right, between you Seas cross, dirt road walked A lot of folks that don't talk Some that thought they made it got caught Slay the wicked, spirit'll soon fix it It's gettin colder I wonder how much older 'fore it's all over Not long, it was sad, how you killed my son on the four-zero-five, changin, his flat tire Suspect's a white male, lead, a possible robbery Hurts my heart that we start off this year like this, players in position to make differences but be, charged with rape, with all that debit while you had it, to take the ?gushy? Twenties frozen this time At this North/South planet clinic where abortions are performed Verse Three: T-Mo From the start, I see the end Will we be friends in the end Took you with me, solo creeps Never wakin lay next to me sleep Hate to use you, don't abuse you I won't lose you, fought to keep you He dyin to meet you, confrontation of the tainted thought, of me lettin you step to I got caught, messin up again I just can't win, tryin not to sin When crackin the gin, makin fat distends in a time we need to be sober On my way through Georgia, headed back to Florida with the Jimmy called Peanuts, mind in the O, headed to a show Gone with the strong, up out the do', now.. Chorus Chorus *singer repeats 'over' until the final riff of the song* |
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This for the soldiers (soldiers)
Stay strong my niggaz (gangsters, players) Stay up my niggaz (real niggaz) Verse One: T-Mo Leavin the cut in a rage Loadin up my Mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gauge One of my boys just got shot, huh Fuckin around, in that million dollar spot A educated brother Didn't have no money for college he was taught the street knowledge Part of the plan to keep us fightin in the street instead of becomin a strong black man Every two weeks I see Sam pitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn Becaause I GOTTA make my dough My kill, rocked down, til I started seein cash flow Everything happens for a reason, choose the season to commit the perfect treason Who brought me -- to the land, of unfree man To move about and catch trout, by the dozens Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled A one-way seat, to Milledgeville Nigga this real, how can you kill another when it's your brother? Still Standing Verse Two: Gipp I never thought about, talked about what I did Just experimented life as a young Gump Them days long gone, school bells done rung no mo' Spendin hours at the house in my favorite chair Slow mo', custom funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuck Feelin stuck with the art that my skin carries, scary If I ever had to plot again, needin my stick ?Gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly and the crew? Nothin else to prove, fold a plot like chrome Salt lick teddy bears in the college student's room Speed, Gipp got that too Watch that dude, inspect that fool, Still Standing Chorus: all together Unscathed, cause this is pain This for soldiers to feel MC's, are running out of things to say Radio stations are running out of songs to play Still Standing, unscathed, cause of pain This for soldiers to feel MC's, are running out of things to say Radio stations are running out of songs to play Verse Three: Khujo On the sick side, of South Central 33rd Avenue, block 600 Workers have wash and car details The ese's got the fresh Chevrolet's for sale Twenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood tanked up What? On the fortress walls, there is no letters Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumbered They beseiged, on the beats, Goodie Mo-B, run the creeps Y'all can have the streets, asphault caught many suckers slippin on wet floors, we puttin out the signs on krokers, C-I, T-Y, such a pity Bein suckled dry, like a newborn on his momma's titty before I retired I hit twenty True to cellulite with big ?room pesquite? on the porch Poundin, like cartoon Ennis, old school efforts through the Sunday down, Crenshaw sparkin Zoned out, off the ink, for life Goin through time and metal detectors, I can't take my weapon And I can't be no dope dealer Cause they be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus I can't keep up with them keys, locked in the fo'-do' Backseat drivers havin out-of-body experiences Wakin up, somewhere else... Still Standing Verse Four: Cee-Lo Yeah.. Each and every element that exists in this universe is manifested from a thought first Through the inner mind's eye of the unseen power in the sky Gave birth to Mother Earth and all it's worth to you and I This most loved invention, my conciousness is an extension of Him, yet I'm flesh and bone with a mind of my own To dig deeper than the surface, whether I learn from your upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual purpose It's amazing, how the streets do the majority of raising of children who end up dead before hearing what you said And it's sad, so all I can write about is what I had Interpretations of life good and bad with a pen and pad It seems like abortion, when I just write a small portion It's either crumpled up or torn without lettin the thought be born Young minded, and blinded in those days; I didn't want to have a thought that I couldn't raise, nurture, and care for Be there for, help prepare for, the times ahead When someone doesn't agree with what is said, huh And if they did, don't get all arrogant cause that's my kid Just be thankful that it's good and somebody overstood Now, the listener in here want the same flow but I gotta let it grow Clever enough to let it go, if I don't wanna rap no mo' And I'll make sure that no one ever forgets It's immortalized forever, on wax CD's and casettes And when someone goes to the store and purchases it for ten The life cycle starts all over again And I was granted this music as my soulmate, to procreate and give back what I was given, a life worth livin And I, am Still Standing, unscathed Pain is for suckers to feel MC's are running out of things to say, and radio stations running out of songs to play, shit! We Still Standing, unscathed And pain is for suckers to feel, huh And MC's running out of things to say... |
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