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Check check one two on the boom shot Here's the one on the gun in the street spot Little boyz in the hood far from L A. Got the heat on the street Now they're ready to play Got the look of a crook Now they got the prop Gassed up head full of lead Might even drop a cop Or not, who knows, it could go any way But fun with a gun the games children play Why did someone have to be the victim Of a stupid game you shouldn't be playing Don't you know that guns aren't for children I tried to tell you but you didn't listen The second verse skit is on the hearse tip Young fingers on triggers and bodies gonna get hit Lick fe shot's that go bang in the night Just that quick you know he lost his life Such a shame that the game Had to end like that Body dies mama cries When the hammer cracks I know you didn't mean it The damage is done It's what you get Playing with gun, son Bulletproof - it's a shame Bulletproof - and you know the game One mistake, a lifetime of pain Hell your cell yourself to blame Bulletproof - no you ain't Bulletproof - and nobody is A gun ain't a toy, toys are for kids Click-clack-pop-pow l |
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| 3:12 |
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You come on over right through my front door strapped with all your baggage what you're bringing that for Don't want no disrespect cuz we all know the score but you need to put time in at the common sense store Yes yes y'all youre brainwashed all in your head Let's make one thing crystal clear we don't want (need) no ism here Now you say you hate me and you're not ashamed it's just insecurity that's causing you pain Well if you can't get past that we are not the same then realize that ism is a part of the blame Racism-we don't want it here Sexism-we don't need it here Fascism-we don't want it here Keep that ism out of my ear Terrorism-we don't want it here Leftism-we don't need it here Fakeism-we don't want it here We don't want it , we don't need it |
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| 3:02 |
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It's not about a revelation It's not about some religion it's not about a house of worship It's not about our redemption We have to make it work |
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| 2:27 |
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You're just like the kid next door Still too young and immature You always seem to hang around When you're not wanted you're always found Why do you embarrass me (why me) So everyone can see (can see) Us duke it out on live TV Hey, Rocky, I hate to say I wish you would just go away Don't come back another day, OK Hey, Rocky, I hate to say I wish you would just go away Don't come back another day, OK What did you come here for Don't wanna be insecure It's about time that you went home So go away leave me alone Why do you embarrass me (why me) So everyone can see (can see) Us duke it out on live TV Hey, Rocky, I hate to say I wish you would just go away Don't come back another day, OK Hey, Rocky, I hate to say I wish you would just go away Don't come back another day, OK Rocky, I hate to say I wish you would just go away Don't come back another day, OK Hey, Rocky, I hate to say I wish you would just go away Don't come back another day, OK |
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| 3:51 |
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Clap your hands Stomp your feet Dog Eat Dog said to step right in Dog Eat Dog said to step right out Dog Eat Dog said to step right in Tell me son what the fuck is life about Verse One: We search this world for love peace & harmony But all we found was hate deceit & jealousy Dog Eat Dog so come and check the dialogue Get your brain out of the fog Vinny Barbarino represent the Sweathogs All Boro Kings Roadrunner Catalog You could run but you can't get far No matter where you at, that's where you are Chorus: No matter where you from Don't matter what you do We got the bangin' beats and you can all get some It's like a rabid dog infecting you (x2) Verse Two: Explosion I'm moving like motion I'm gigantic like the atlantic ocean Feel the force I strike with the iron cross You're the face of the pale horse True indeed we plant the seed to infiltrate the Whole World Community We're taking no slack it's an all out attack Cuz this time the RZA let us hook the track Word to god together on a mission so guard your Tape deck we're converting stereos Dog Eat Dog and the RZArecta tell you one more time boy Protect your neck Chorus Dog Eat Dog said to step right in Dog Eat Dog said to step right out Dog Eat Dog said to step right in Tell me son what the fuck is life about Chorus |
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| 2:48 |
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Rise above You can rise above With a little bit of love Life has taught me one thing How it is I wanna live Love has shown another light Gave me something to believe in There is love, hate, birth and dead For us all In these pits do not fall Rise above Detachment from the body's needs Cannot live my life in fear From my mind I must be free Free at least I see so clearly There is wealth, loss, pleasure, pain In this world So you know This will go Quick as it comes And like the smoke we rise You better open your eyes Cuz your soul can't hide behind the lies Open up and breathe You gotta plant the seed Check the flow of the breath over reed |
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| 5:25 |
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Standing up at the plate Waiting on my date I was startin' to worry She was a half-hour late My team don't like it When I delay the game But they know I'm crowned The girl's on the rebound Life is like a stadium at night Crowd cheers jeers Drama spotlights The public know us Maybe they don't But now I'm gonna show 'em What the cameras won't Time is running out for you and me What's it all about? When I was a kid I went down to the minors For stealing a base They gave me a shiner Sat me on the bench 'Til I learned my lesson Little older, wiser And a little less aggressive At the age of 17 I got back on the team Like a quarterback sneak Everuy kid's dream Never far from home Always in the zone Home or away In ballparks and domes C'mon and play these games today Who wants to play these games today I'm gonna play these games today We gotta play Play games Oh yeah! The games we play We play games I've seen the bad calls Injuries and penalties But I keep ducking All the blocks with ease Big game exposure All star composure You asked me to prove my skills Then I showed ya The clock ticks down To the year 2000 I went for the gold And I damn near found it To those who told I would never succeed It's first and goal And I'm the M.V.P |
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| 3:12 |
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I'm hitting switches in my eighteen wheeler Burning trees on the run from the smokies like a dealer A master MC on the CB kidnapped your ears G But you can't even see me I'm breaking up all you ol' guys And I'm collecting mad props At truck stops from all your wives I keeps it live with word manipulation It's the Dog Eat Dog Roguish Armament invasion All across the nation and around the world People are getting live, yeah they know the time We won't stop and we won't quit And all you truckers gotta deal with it We don't care we got the right Stupid gear jammin we're getting live Breaka breaka 1-9 it's live and direct The I double L captain of the armament The FCC's been looking for me This is my radio these are my channels 125 channels testing We're going down in the live annals ancient ones The handle I burns the candle at both ends it's live my son Raw like sewage world wide is how we do this Keeps it true to the music so you can move kid |
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| 3:07 |
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Could I fly around the world If my wings were really broke And see so clearly Drowning in grey smoke I've got to stay quiet But there's so much to say If I could feel my arms I'd push it all away I know there is a future And the best is still to come When all I have are feelings Why am I always... Wishing that a moment Was really like an hour Then every penny that I earn Could balance out the dollar Something that's spent on patience Would make me patron saint You know I might be ordained today I guess I'll have to wait Hurry up and wait Gotta break it out Gonna turn the lights on See what's there for me Take a look around With an open shutter There's a world to see |
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| 3:50 |
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You tried out for the high school team So you would have some childhood dreams That you and your father could share Football coach said you're too small Don't even think of basketball You knew you were destined to fail Went to the track meet Wanna be an athlete (sore loser) Get back in your seat they said Go to the dugout Three strikes you struck out (sore loser) And home runs flew over your head Looking down on rock 'n' roll And you dreamed of scoring goals You're saving those dreams for your bed Thought it was cool to be a jock You ended up a rent-a-cop A dozen donuts in your hand You're a loser A sore loser Now it seems the tables turned The game of life you should have learned So try using some of your brains All your high school friends are stars Driving really fancy cars The irony drives you insane |
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