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Yoko Ono | She Hits Back | /y/yoko+ono/she+hits+back_20148736.html | Doo, ooh, doo, ooh, doo, ooh, doo, ooh
Doo, ooh, doo, ooh, doo, ooh, doo, ooh
My ears getting tired of listening all the time
They've been talking lots of garbage all their lives
And suddenly they decided to ring one back
Ring-ring, ring-ring, my ears are ringing like a warning
My eyes getting tired of looking all the time
They've been talking a lot of winking all their lives
And finally they decided to flash one back
Flash-flash, flash-flash, my eyes are flashing like a warning
My nose is getting tired of sniffing all the time
She's been taking Memphis blues all her life
And surely she decided to sneeze one back
Sneeze-sneeze, sneeze-sneeze, my nose is sneezing like a warning
My body's getting tired of taking all the time
She's been taking lot of cornballs all her life
Suddenly she decided to hit one back
Bang-bang, bang-bang, she hits back like a warning
She hits back like a warning
Ring-ring, flash-flash
Sneeze-sneeze, bang-bang
She hits back like a warning
She's gonna hit back
(Yeah)
She's gonna kick back
(Yeah)
You won't know what hit you
Till you see her flashing
(Yeah)
She's gonna hit back
(Yeah)
She's gonna kick back
(Yeah)
You won't know what hit you
Till you see her head flashing
(Yeah, yeah)
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Yoko Ono | Silver Horse | /y/yoko+ono/silver+horse_20148738.html | When I come in my dream to a house I've never seen before,
I have a tendency to look for the exit door.
Cause I never know it may be that house again,
I never know, I never know.
When I come in my mind to a stream that's running gently,
I have a tendency to run like a frightened deer.
Cause I never know it may take me to that ocean again,
I never know, I never know.
I usually stay away from being carried away,
But one day I saw a silver horse.
I though he might take me to that somewhere high,
I thought he might take me to that deep blue sky.
I came to realize that the horse had no wings.
"No wings, well, it wasn't so bad, you know."
I learnt to travel the world around
And run on the ground in the morning.
And that's the story of a wandering soul,
A story of a dreamer.
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Yoko Ono | Sky People | /y/yoko+ono/sky+people_20148742.html | I stopped flying a long time ago,
Thinking that's just for the birds and bees.
But when I look up (I look up)
And see the sky, (see the sky)
I like the blue and I know why.
You came from Zeus, we come from Uranus,
Hoping to meet soul to soul.
We see you clearly, (clearly)
With our third eye, (with our third eye)
There's no more fear and I know why.
Sky people, that's what we are,
Sky people, that's what we are.
One day we'll fly and leap through the sky
To look for a good land hand in hand.
Sky people, that's what we are,
Sky people, that's what we are,
Sky people, that's what we are,
Sky people, that's what we are.
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Yoko Ono | Song For John | /y/yoko+ono/song+for+john_20148745.html | On a windy day, let's go on flying.
There may be no trees to rest on,
There may be no clouds to ride.
But we'll have our wings and the wind will be with us,
That's enough for me,
That's enough for me.
On a windy day, we went flying.
There was no sea to rest on,
There were no hills to glide.
We saw an empty bottle rolling down the street
And on a cupboard stand at the corner of the street,
Wrinkled souls piled up like grapefruits.
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Yoko Ono | Spec Of Dust | /y/yoko+ono/spec+of+dust_20148746.html | In the middle of the night,
I'm lying in your bed.
Thinking of you and me in the universe.
Stars are moving like the night we met,
The earth is turning like the time we said.
In my mind I'm searching for you, billion miles away.
Why do I miss you so if you're just a spec of dust,
Floating endlessly amongst the billion stars?
Knowing that one day we may float apart,
Meeting each other in memories.
Why do I love you so if you're just a spec of dust,
Floating endlessly amongst the trillion stars?
Knowing that one day we may float apart,
Meeting each other in universe.
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Yoko Ono | Starpeace | /y/yoko+ono/starpeace_20148748.html | "Calling earth! calling earth!"
"Eh...who? "
"Are you listening? are you listening? "
"Is this a long distance call? "
"Mommy? "
"Oh, good, you're on, too, sean, stay on, something's wrong with this"
"Don't be afraid! don't be afraid!"
"You sound familiar, you sound like...sound like me actually."
"That's because we conditioned our vibrations to yours."
"Aha! are you getting that, Sean? "
"You will not blow up earth! you will not blow up earth!"
"Oh, that's good to know."
"You are wisdom, you are love."
Human civilization is in a state of hibernation,
We'll grow to know the planets full distribution.
The world as our reflection will regain it's circulation,
Our life span will meet our life plan of starpeace.
Human civilization is in a state of isolation,
We'll learn to reach out for terrestrial communications.
We'll make our first migration from earth to other constellations,
Our life span will meet out life plane of starpeace.
Love is our energy source, wisdom is our power source.
Health is our nature resource,
Growth is our future resource.
Join the state of the universe,
United state of peace.
Join the state of the universe,
United state of peace.
Starpeace, I see you growing,
Starpeace, I see you growing,
Starpeace, I see you growing,
Starpeace, I see you growing,
Starpeace, I see you growing,
Starpeace, I see you growing,
Starpeace, I see you growing,
Starpeace, I see you growing,
Starpeace, I see you growing,
Starpeace.
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Yoko Ono | Story Of An Oak Tree | /y/yoko+ono/story+of+an+oak+tree_20148750.html | I walked through the park and saw a young oak tree growing,
Growing beside an old bark hit by lightning.
I asked the young tree how he wished to be,
He shook his leaves and sung to me:
I'm a strong oak tree like my father used to be,
Though deep in my heart, the memory's still there.
The sky is clearer now and the wind is fair,
The world is beautiful and I like it out here.
When I hear thunder, I think of my father,
He taughtme about life, that was when I was five.
It's true that some days are more than grey,
But we learn to get by day by day.
I'm a strong oak tree like my father used to be,
Though deep in my heart, the memory's still there.
The sky is clearer now and the wind is fair,
The world is beautiful and I like it out here.
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Yoko Ono | Straight Talk | /y/yoko+ono/straight+talk_20148751.html | You say you're well and satisfied
But your body tells me something else
What is it, baby? Tell me, tell me
Speak up, give it to me straight
Or, well, never know what you think
Or what you want
She says she's truly gratified
But her voice tells me something else
What is it, baby? Tell me, tell me
Speak up, give it to me straight
Or, well, never know how you feel
Or what you want
Unless we teach each other
What we really feel
How are we gonna communicate
And get ourselves together?
He says he's never petrified
But his eyes tells me something else
What is it, baby? Tell me, tell me
Speak up, give it to me straight
Or, well, never know what you need
Or what you want
Unless we teach each other
What we really feel
How are we gonna communicate
And get ourselves together?
I'm watching your body talk
I'm listening to your double talk
Straight talk's the only way
Straight talk's the shortest way for you and I
I'm watching your body talk
I'm listening to your double talk
Straight talk's the only way
Straight talk's the shortest way, then the world is one
Straight talk's the only way
Straight talk's the shortest way
Straight talk's the only way
Straight talk's the shortest way
Straight talk's the only way
Straight talk's the shortest way
Straight talk's the only way
Straight talk's the shortest way
Straight talk's the only way
Straight talk's the shortest way
Straight talk's the only way
Straight talk's the shortest way
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Yoko Ono | Sunday, Bloody Sunday | /y/yoko+ono/sunday+bloody+sunday_20148753.html | Well it was Sunday bloody Sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs
Filled the Free Derry air
Is there any one amongst you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lids!
[Chorus:]
Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day
You claim to be majority
Well you know that it's a lie
You're really a minority
On this sweet emerald isle
When Stormont bans our marches
They've got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
It's those mothers' turn to burn!
[Chorus x2]
You anglo pigs and scotties
Sent to colonize the North
You wave your bloody Union Jack
And you know what it's worth!
How dare you hold to ransom
A people proud and free
Keep Ireland for the Irish
Put the English back to sea!
[Chorus]
Well, it's always bloody Sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep Falls Road free forever
From the bloody English hands
Repatriate to Britain
All of you who call it home
Leave Ireland to the Irish
Not for London or for Rome
[Chorus x4]
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Yoko Ono | Talking To The Universe | /y/yoko+ono/talking+to+the+universe_20148757.html | Hey, Yoko, imagine a grapefruit and squeeze it on me
Ah
You say mustn't do this and that
You say can't do this and that
While you're losing your pants in a bullet proof car
Losing your hair in a downtown bar
Forget it, just forget it
It's the curse, you're my curse, it could be worse
I'm just talking to the universe
I'm just talking to the universe
I'm just talking to the universe
I'm just talking to the universe, ooh, listen
You say mustn't have this and that
You say can't have this and that
While you're losing your apple and squeezing our balls
Losing your mind and crawling up the walls
Forget it, just forget it
It's the curse, you're my curse, it could be worse
I'm just talking to the universe
I'm just talking to the universe, ooh
I'm just talking to the universe
I'm just talking to the universe, ooh, listen
Ooh, yeah, do you wanna touch me? Oh yeah
Do you wanna break your mind, boy?
You're a dildo, I'm a whore
I'm a Barbie, you're a whore
Living in a glass house, having fun
Lying in a glass house watching the sun
Forget it, just forget it
It's the curse, you are my curse, it could be worse
I'm just talking to the universe
I'm just talking to the universe
I'm just talking to the universe
I'm just talking to the universe
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
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Yolanda Adams | Continual Praise | /y/yolanda+adams/continual+praise_20148810.html | Ooh yeah,oooh yeah yeah yeah..... ooh yeah,yeah
[Verse 1:]
For all you done and what you gondo
For all your blessings we give praise to you
Mercy,loving,kindness and grace
For directing our steps and guiding our way
[Channel:]
So with thankful hearts and spirits and all of our hands raised we come to the
throne of the father as we give you continual praise.
[Chorus:]
Continual praise let us all join together continual praise from the past to
forever-
We were created like angels to praise him,to raise him and lift him high
So let us all just lift his name high to the sky as we sing shout with our
might In continual Praise
[Verse 2:]
The sun,the moon and all of the stars
Display the awesomeness of our God
His marvelous works and awesome display
His mighty acts we witness everyday
[Channel:]
So with thankful hearts and spirits and all of our hands raised we come to the
throne of the father as we give you continual praise.
[Chorus:]
Continual praise let us all join together continual praise from the past to
forever-
We were created like angels to praise him,to raise him and lift him high
So let us all just lift his name high to the sky as we sing shout with our
might In continual Praise
Continual praise let us all join together continual praise from the past to
forever-
We were created like angels to praise him,to raise him and lift him high
So let us all just lift his name high to the sky as we sing shout with our
might In continual Praise
Brother can you help me sing
[Vamp:]
Let your praise go on
(Let your praise), praise go on-Let you praise go on,praise go on [repeat
'till fade]
I love to praise him (praise go on) [repeat 5times]
let you're praise go on [repeat till fade].....
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Yolanda Adams | Darling Girl | /y/yolanda+adams/darling+girl_20188090.html | A night flight out to D.C.
Phone rings with the news
My God I'm so excited
It's time to look for baby shoes(yes)
Everyone says I'm glowing
From a heart filled with joy
To soon to be showing
Is it a girl is it a boy
[Chorus]
Found out your My Darling Girl
Don't you know you change my world
Your my little doll so sweet
You nearly knock me off my feet
Your my little darling child seeing you makes me smile
God Bless the day he sent my little angel to me
Here's my favorite picture
When you were 10 minutes old
And we were right there with ya
To wrap you up and keep you warm
And now that your a little older
I see your personality
And every time that I hold ya
I'm sure you'll know much more than me
[Chorus]
'Cause your My little Darling Girl
Don't you know you change my world
Your my little doll so sweet
You nearly knock me off my feet
Your my little darling child seeing you makes me smile
God Bless the day he sent my little angel to me
And you were perfect from the first day
They getting tired of hearing me say
I'm not ashamed to stand up and tell
The world that your my my my baby girl oh
Ladadadadada
Ladada dada dada dada
Hanging tight with your mama
Traveling round the globe
Telling folks about Jesus
And how he came to save their souls
Obviously what's important(yeah)
Gotta keep teaching you
Gotta be your example
That shows his life in all I do
[Chorus]
You are My Darling, Darling Girl
Don't you know you change my world
Your my little doll so sweet
You nearly knock me off my feet
Your my little darling child you know I love to see you smile and
God Bless the day he sent my little angel to me
Oh Yes God Bless the day he sent my little angel to me...
[Yolanda talking to baby]
You go say something? Come on say something... yeah...
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Yolanda Adams | Day By Day | /y/yolanda+adams/day+by+day_20531704.html | One day, I found a love
Offering peace unto my soul
I been so happy ever since that day
Nothing but joy unspeakable
And I know that it came from above
And I'll let it show
And I'll let it go
Take it everywhere I go
Day by day
I'm going to keep Your spirit in my heart
And even if the world grows cold
I know Your love for me will never part
Sometimes, I feel so inspired
And other times I just wanna give up
That's when I feel Your presence
Giving me confidence and trust
And I know that it come from above
And I'll let it show
And I'll let go
Take it everywhere I go
Day by day
I'm going to keep Your spirit in my heart
And even if the world grows cold
I know Your love for me will never part
I'm glad I found Your love
(It's unconditional and it's unconditional)
And I'll never let it go
(Let it go, let it go)
I know that it came from above
And I'll let it show
And I'll let it go
Take it everywhere I go
Day by day
I'm going to keep Your spirit in my heart
And even if the world grows cold
I know Your love for me will never part
Day by day
I'm going to keep Your spirit in my heart
And even if the world grows cold
I know Your love for me will never part
Day by day
I'm going to keep Your spirit in my heart
And even if the world grows cold
I know Your love for me will never part
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Yolanda Adams | Even Me | /y/yolanda+adams/even+me_20148820.html | Lord I hear of showers of blessings
Thou art scattering full and free
Showers the thirsty souls refreshing
Let some drops now fall on me
Pass me not oh gentle saviour
Sinful though my heart may be
I am longing for your favor
Whilst thou art blessing
Oh lord
Come on and bless me
Even me lord
Even me
Even me lord
Even me
Let some drops
Let some drops
Whilst thou art blessing
Oh lord
Stop by and bless me
Oh stop by lord
Yes and bless me
Bless me
Protect me
Direct me
Even me lord
I need you
To come on down
And bless me
Sinful though my heart may be
I need you to come down
And bless me
Yes
While
Whilst thou art blessing
While you are in the blessing business today
Not tomorrow
I need you today
Yeah
Bless me
Protect me
Direct me
Even me lord
To stop by
Just drop by
Oh lord lord lord lord lord lord lord
Bless me
Even me
Even me lord
Yeah
I need a blessing
I need a blessing
I need a blessing lord
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Yolanda Adams | Fragile Heart | /y/yolanda+adams/fragile+heart_20148811.html | I remember the first time, you laughed with me
And I remember the promises,
You would never leave my side
Now I'm standing with the news of a tragedy
Standing here with a fragile heart,
You see I never shed a tear
I stayed strong for them, oh yes I did
When everybody disappears
It's only you who keeps me strong
And I can't imagine going on
Without you in my life,
Going on with a fragile heart
When I think about,think about life
Lord I think of you
I forget about everything else, there's only you and I
And I can't think about ever giving up
Can't give up the fight (no, no)
The only thing that matters Lord, is you
I ain't got no time to pretend
That I'm not missing you, oh no no no no
I know you're in good hands
Same hands that hold my heart
And I'll cherish every moment we spent
As a gift from God above
For he takes care of all the fragile hearts
When I think about, think about life
Lord I think of you, and I
Forget about everything else
There's only you and I
I can't think about, ever, ever, ever giving up
For the only thing that matters, when I'm going through
Is giving my fragile heart right back to you
You see my fragile heart's been broken
And you're the only one who can put it all together again
So I'm trusting you Lord to see me through
There's only you and I
I can't think about ever giving
I can't give up(up a fight)
The only thing that matters
When I'm going through
Is giving my fragile heart right back to you
When I think about my life
I,I,I,I forget about everything else
Only you and I
And I can't think about ever giving up
Can't give up, No, no, no, no
The only thing that matters when I'm going through
Is giving my fragile heart back to you.
When I think about my life, I forget about everything else
Only you and I
And I can't think about ever giving up
Can't give up, can't give up
For the only thing that matter's when I'm going through
Is giving my fragile heart back to you.
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Yolanda Adams | I Believe | /y/yolanda+adams/i+believe_20157162.html | They said you wouldn't make is so far uh uh
And ever since they said it, it's been hard
But never mind the nights you had to cry
'Cause you have never let it go inside
You worked real hard
And you know exactly what you want and need
So believe and you can never give up
You can reach your goals
Just talk to your soul and say
[Chorus]
I believe I can (I can)
I believe I will (I will)
I believe I know my dreams are real (know my dreams are real)
I believe I'll chant (Oh yea)
I believe I'll dance
I believe I'll grow real soon and (That's why)
That is what I do believe
Your goals are just a thing in your soul uh uh
And you know that your moves will let them show
You keep creating pictures in your mind
So just believe they will come true in time
It will be fine
Leave all of your cares and stress behind
Just let it go
Let the music flow inside
Forget all your pain
And just start to believe
[Chorus]
Never mind what people say
Hold your head high and turn away
With all our hopes and dreams
I will believe
Even though it seems it's not for me
I won't give up I'll keep it up
Look into the sky
I will achieve all my needs
I will always believe
[Repeat x2]
I believe I can
I believe I will (I can)
I believe I know my dreams are real (I got strength)
I believe I'll chant
I believe I'll dance (I gotta dance)
I believe I'll grow real soon and (watch me watch me watch me)
That is what I do believe (I do believe in me)
I believe I can
I believe I will (oh yea)
I believe I know my dreams are real
I believe I'll chant
I believe I'll dance (I gotta dance)
I believe I'll grow real soon and
That is what I do believe (I do believe! yayeeyay)
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Yolanda Adams | I'm Gonna Be Ready | /y/yolanda+adams/im+gonna+be+ready_20254411.html | I say a prayer every night
Whatever I do, I'll get it right
With no regret, no guilt or shame this time (no not this time)
Once I surrender, I won't dare look back
'Cause if I do, I'll get off track
Move ahead in faith
And patiently await your answer
What will it be
Sight beyond what I see
You know what's best for me
Prepare my mind, prepare my heart
For whatever comes, I'm gone' be ready
Strength to pass any test
I feel like I'm so blessed
With you in control, I can't go wrong
'Cause I always know
I'm gonna be ready
I was free to do what I wanted to
Lost everything, but I still had you
You showed me your grace
Now my life's renewed and I thank you (yes... I thank you)
So I'll tell anyone who'll listen, I'll testify
About how good you were to me when so call friends passed me by
The fact that you would show somebody so broke down
So much mercy...
Sight beyond what I see
You know what's best for me
Prepare my mind, prepare my heart
For whatever comes, I'm gonna be ready
Strength to pass any test
I feel like I'm so blessed
With you in control, I can't go wrong
'Cause I always know
I'm gonna be ready
So use me as you will
I'll pay the price
'Cause made the ultimate sacrifice
It's all because of you that I even have life
And I'll give my love as a tribute to how great you are...
Sight beyond what I see
You know what's best for me
Prepare my mind, prepare my heart
For whatever comes, I'm gonna be ready
Strength to pass any test
I feel like I'm so blessed
With you in control, I can't go wrong
'Cause I always know
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gone... be ready
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Yolanda Adams | I'm Thankful | /y/yolanda+adams/im+thankful_20264660.html | You're there to pick me up
Whenever I fall down
And I can't say enough
'Bout the things you've done for me
Without you in my life
I don't know where I'd be
Release my heart felt praise
Gonna lift my voice and sing
[Chorus]
Gonna raise my hands up to the sky
Use every breath to glorify
Your name your work your way
'Cause I'm so thankful
For life, for health, for strength to live
For sharing love and fellowship
For every blessing that you give
I'm thankful
You're the brightest star
The universe has seen
And I'm so privileged
That you shine your light on me
So powerful so great
The ultimate creator
You gave the gift that we know as eternal life
[Chorus]
What's happenin' around me
Ain't gonna change what I believe
I believe you sent the Holy Spirit to guide me
With knowledge and wisdom for all situations
'Cause it ain't always, ain't good for ya no, no
It ain't good, it ain't good, it ain't good
It ain't good all the time
No, no
But I'm thankful for everything
You've done for me
Everything you've given me
I am thankful, Ohh
I am thankful, ooohhh
I am thankful, oohh
I am thankful
[Rap]
Raise my hands up to the sky
Use every breath to glorify
Your name, your work, your way
'Cause I'm so Thankful
For life, for health, for strength to live
For sharing love and fellowship
For every blessing that you give
I'm thankful
[Chorus to end]
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Yolanda Adams | In The Midst Of It All | /y/yolanda+adams/in+the+midst+of+it+all_20148813.html | I've come through many hard trials
Through temptations on every hand
Though Satan's tried to stop me
And to place my feet on sinking sand
Through the pain and all of my sorrows
Through the tears and all my fears
The Lord was there to keep me
For He's kept me in the midst of it all
Not because I've been so faithful
Not because I've always obeyed
No it's not because I trusted Him
To be with me all of the way
But it's because He loves me so dearly
He was there to answer my calls
He was there always to protect me
For He's kept me in the midst of it all
I've come through many hard trials
Through temptations on every hand
Though Satan's tried to stop me
And to place my feet on sinking sand
But Jesus loves me dearly
He was there to answer my calls
He was there always to protect me
For He's kept me in the midst of it all
For He's kept me in the midst of it all
No He's never left me
And He's never let me fall
Oh yes He will protect you
For He's kept me in the midst of it all
For He's kept me in the midst of it all
Yes He's kept me
Yes Jesus kept me
Yes Jesus kept me
Jesus kept me
Jesus kept me
Jesus kept me
In the midst of it all yea yes
In the midst of it all yea yes
Yes He did
Yes He did
Yes He did
Jesus did
Jesus did
Yes
Yes
Yes
Jesus did
Jesus did
Yes He did
Yes He did
Yes He did
Jesus did
Jesus did
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Yolanda Adams | Just A Prayer Away | /y/yolanda+adams/just+a+prayer+away_20686626.html | I know that there are times in your life
When the wheels just seem to turn
And uncertainties about your tomorrow seem to grow
One thing you should remember
And you should always know
Out of everyone who loves you
I love you the most
I am just a prayer away
Call My name with your heart
And I'll hear every word you say
When you cry at night
I'll wipe the tears away
Just pray, my love
And I'll be there right away
You will never have to wonder about My love
Just put your faith and trust in My care
I will always be there to hold you in my arms
When you're afraid don't worry
I'll protect you from the storm
Out of everyone who loves you
I love you the most
I am just a prayer away
Call My name with your heart
And I'll hear
I am just a prayer away
Call My name with your heart
And I'll hear
I am just a prayer away
Call my name with your heart
And I'll hear every word you say
When you cry at night
I'll wipe the tears away
Just pray my love
And I'll be there right away
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Yolanda Adams | Let Us Worship Him | /y/yolanda+adams/let+us+worship+him_20247318.html | Let us worship Christ our Saviour
Let us worship Christ our Saviour
Let us worship Him
Let us worship Him
Let us worship Christ, the Lord
[repeat]
All the earth should praise Him
Let us bow down before Him
Let us enter into, His gates with thanksgiving
Come before His courts with praise
Lets us praise and adore Him
Lets us exalt Him for His goodness
For His love and kindness
And for His tender mercy
I will, I will, I will,
I will worship Christ the Lord
I will worship Christ
I will worship Christ the Lord
I will worship you
I adore your name
Lord you're worthy
I worship Christ, the Lord
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Yolanda Adams | Lift Him Up | /y/yolanda+adams/lift+him+up_20531701.html | Oh Lord, Oh Lord we lift you ooh we lift you up yeah yeah yeah
Raise my voice in testimony
Cause he's more than a friend to me
Gave my heart 'cause I believe he's the almighty
I can look at my life and see all the things that
He's done to set me free protecting me from harm
Raise my hands to show how I feel
His presence is oh so real
Till he's guiding me I'll be still
Cause I'd be lost without him
My heart and soul I dedicate and to show I appreciate his love
I'll give him praise
[Chorus]
Lift Him up
Each and everyday we celebrate our faith
(Lift Him Up)
In a song of praise thanking him for everything (Lift Him up)
Devotion I express because I know I'm blessed (Lift Him up)
Praise Him with every breath
Glorify His name, lift Him up
Use the temple He gave us
Do a joyful dance of worship
Cause His mercy is so precious and new every morning
Always let Him know that we're grateful for another chance to say thank you
'Round the world sing it louder, for our heavenly father
To his almighty power
Let's glorify him, magnify him
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
You created the earth and the heavens above
And for our salvation you gave your own son
So we humble ourselves to your infinite power
Your love is greater than mine
(Your grace) and your grace is amazing
And through us we lift your holy name
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
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Yolanda Adams | Since The Last Time I Saw You | /y/yolanda+adams/since+the+last+time+i+saw+you_20270178.html | Since the last time I saw you
God has moved another mountain out of my way
Led me to green pasture turned my midnight into day
Placed my feet up on a rock to stay
Since the last time I saw you
God has calmed another raging storm in my life
Led me into safety turned my darkness into light
Now I stand in the power of his might
You would have thought that God already done enough for me
When he took my place at Calvary
But he done so much more and more
Right before my eye's
And I have no other choice
But to stand and testify, stand and testify
Since the last time I saw you
God has worked another wondrous miracle for me
Led me into triumph
Now my blinded eyes can see that Christ the lord
Performs victoriously
You would have thought that he done enough for me
When he took my place at Calvary
But he's done more and more and more every day
He makes a way and he's made a way
Since the last time I saw you things have changed
I'm not the same since the last time
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Yolanda Adams | Step Aside | /y/yolanda+adams/step+aside_20686627.html | Hold on and don't give up
Don't you worry
You don't have to cry
Cause He He sees what you're going through
Yes Yes he does
God is willing and He is able
This did not catch him by surprise
So just trust him
And just oh step aside
Be still and don't question it
These obstacles they were allowed
He wants to take you higher and higher
If you will hold on
God is willing and more than able
This did not catch him by surprise
So just trust him
And just step aside
Oh I know he's faithful
My God is faithful
To do what He said He'll do
Now if He said just believe it
There's nothing he can't do
You must stand on His word (stand on His word)
Put all your cares on him (give them to Him)
Cause He knows and He loves you
He did it for me that why I can say
Step step aside
God can work a miracle for you
Step aside
You got to let go
And let God
And let go and let God be God
Move yourself out of the way
Move your pride out of the way
He'll never leave you
Nor forsake you
This what I know it ain't just what I heard
So Thank You Lord for being awesome to me
You're marvelous
Praise him Praise Him
Oh step aside
Let go let go let go
He knows what you go through
He knows what you can bear
He can do what you can't do
So step so step so step aside
Thank you Lord
And you're in control
So I step aside
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Yolanda Adams | Take Away | /y/yolanda+adams/take+away_20148821.html | Take away any desire in me that hurts you
Take away anything that stands between you and me
I want to be what you created me to be
It's my desire that you find favor in me
Lord
Take away anything that displeases you
Take away any evil thought within me
Take away anything that proves to break your heart
I want to be in sweet communion with you
It's my desire to do everything you want me to do
Lord
Take away anything that displeases you
Remove all doubt
All insecurity
Erase all hate
All iniquity
Discard all the fear
Found deep within me
Lord
Take away anything that displeases you
Take away lord
Take away
Take away any desire in me that hurts you
Take it away
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Yolanda Adams | That Name | /y/yolanda+adams/that+name_20148815.html | There is a name that is so precious,
a name so wonderful to me.
This name is worthy of all praises.
Because of him, I am made free.
That name is Jesus, oh how I love him.
The one who gave, his life for me.
Because of love, so unconditional,
I will have life, eternally.
This name speaks peace, unto my storm clouds,
This name speaks calm, unto me fears.
And when I feel, that no one loves me.
His loving presence is so near.
That name is Jesus, oh how I love him.
The one who gave, his life for me.
Because of love, so unconditional,
I will have life, eternally.
Praise that name!
Praise that name!
Praise that name!
Praise that name!
Someday I'll leave, this earthly dwelling,
To find a place, my soul will soar.
And finally see, the face of Jesus.
And praise his name, forevermore!
That name is Jesus, oh how I love him!
The one who gave, his life for me!
Because of love, so unconditional,
I will have life, eternally.
Excellent is that name!
Glorious is that name!
Wonderful is that name!
Oh praise that name!
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Yolanda Adams | The Battle Is The Lords | /y/yolanda+adams/the+battle+is+the+lords_20148822.html | Speaking: What are you trying to say Yolanda?
Look forget about all that other junk
this battle ain't yours, its the lord's
think about it, and then start shouting help me sing
v1
There is no pain, Jesus can't feel
There is no hurt, that He can't heal
For all things work [yes they do]
According to the masters purpose
and his holy will
no matter what [you in the balcony]
are going thru, remember that God only wants a chance to use you
for the battle is not yours its the Lord's
[we gonna tell the devil that all right?]
There's no sadness, Jesus can't feel
and there is no sorrow,
that the master is not able and willing to heal
remember that all things work
they're not gonna be all good
but they're gonna work according to God's purpose and his holy will
no matter what, no matter what you're going thru
remember God sees all and he knows all
and all he wants to do is use you
for this Battle is not yours its, its its its its the lord
This battle is the Lord's. its the Lord's
[yes its the Lord's] it is the Lord's
[but in faith you've got to hold your head up high] hold your head up high
[you belong to the most high God you don't need to cry]
don't you cry its the Lord's
[its the Lord's] its the Lord's
[yeah yeah yes its the Lord's] it is the Lord's
[No matter what] No matter what
[You're going thru] Thru
[Remember its gonna be alright He's just using you]
God us only, using you for he's worthy
[No matter what] no matter what
[you hapen to go thru right now] Thru
[Remember this will be a memory God is only using you]
God is only using you, for he's worthy
[You've got to have faith] No matter what
[You've got to know in your heart] thru
[That no matter what comes no matter what goes
Gos loves ya] God is only using you
[He loves ya (7x's)] its not yours
[And this battle is not yours] no
[He needs a chance to prove to your enemies that he is God]
its the Lord's, its the Lord's not yours
[So what you've got to do is, hold on, hold on] its not yours
[hold on, hold on] yours
[don't give up (4x's] its the Lord's not yours
[Step out on faith] its not yours
[no, no] no
[I'm so glad that God sees it] its not yours
[and he knows all] its the Lord's not yours
This battle is not yours, no, it belongs to the Lord
Hallelujah, yeah
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Yonder Mountain String Band | To See You Coming 'round The Bend | /y/yonder+mountain+string+band/to+see+you+coming+round+the+bend_20825204.html | To see you coming 'round the bend
I just can't think of anything that could make me smile like you can
When you're coming 'round the bend, noooo
I've been in love a time or two before
And all of that experience allows me to be sure
That you're the one
Sure as darkness brings the rising sun
[ Chorus ]
We both share the trials of the road
Cursing all the miles and the nights we spend alone
But then I smile
You've been waiting for me all the while
[ Chorus ]
I know the sun could hide behind the clouds for days
And I've walked down crowded streets and never seen a smiling face
And times like those, I'll just close my eyes and picture when
[ Chorus - "I'll see you coming..." ]
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You Am I | End O' The Line | /y/you+am+i/end+o+the+line_20271714.html | I'm sweatin' bullets for breakfast
Slipping outta my range
Another night on a meat hook
Just tryin' to pickle my brain
Why the hell are you running
And what are you standing for
A lightweight with the baggage
Slung out the door
So roll us on up in shrink-wrap
It sounds like a good place to hide
'Cause heads an' tails it's a night on
We'll be there 'til the end of the line
I asked out the back
To find a word in a cloud
Told me something that I already knew
Now if you're waiting for luck
To come and touch you up
You better wear yourself a good-lookin' suit
Don't you come around asking
'Cause I ain't got an answerin' mind
I'm gonna get real damn familiar
With something with ice
So set us on up in the corner
And throw over that bottle 'o wine
'Cause heads and tails it's a night on
We'll be there till the end of the line
We'll be there till the end of the line
We'll be there till the end of the line
Don't expect us now to understand
Or trust in the way that it feels
Chasin' up the coins into the ocean
And choppin' up the carriages to fight the locomotion alright
I had a win in Kansas
A birthday in North Albany
The most ungrateful tourist
You ever dragged an old friend to see
(Kick out the jams it ain't no fuckin' exam)
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You Am I | Everyone's To Blame | /y/you+am+i/everyones+to+blame_20336236.html | Lets take on the world, forget that you feel a girl
Once you're away, everyones still the same
If I could rip at your shirt just to see if it'd hurt
Everyday's golden day, when you've got someone to blame
Could you feel so much in a bus you're sure there's nothing you can trust
Once you're away, everyone stabs the same
Sleep forever on your breast treat everyday now like a test
But you'll still say everyone's to blame
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You Am I | Get Up | /y/you+am+i/get+up_20209879.html | Got a kiss on the neck from a mornin' cartoon
Pullin' out the knot, I just can't lose
Grabbin' my shoulder, turned out the night
Like a smile after you've cried
The lady out walkin' with her popcorn pup
To get out and smoke before her husband wakes up
Eyes to the asphalt, plastic bag hands
Just get on outta there, just get away from that man
Well I'm all thumbs and toes
With the way that it comes and the way that it goes
(Get up, get up)
I gotta loosen this load
(Get up, get up)
Get some fire in my throat
(Get up, get up)
See the man in the corner tryin' to make em all smile
And missin' the one who matters all the while
And she'll beat him senseless but he just can't see
It ain't for the crowd that you bleed
So be good to your barkeep man
Its more than yer drink, he's got his hand
Can see that your nervous and it shits him to tears
Yeah he just don't want to wait and he don't care about your band
Well I'm all thumbs and toes
With the way that it comes and the way that it goes
(Get up, get up)
I gotta loosen this load
(Get up, get up)
And put some fire in my throat
(Get up, get up)
I need a life dedicated
Not this endless parading
Help me, alright
(Get up, get up)
Yeah I gotta loosen this load
(Get up, get up)
And get some fire in my throat
(Get up, get up)
I want a life dedicated
Not this endless parading
Help me, alright
I need to do more, but I ain't been sleeping
For the longest time
For the longest time
For the longest time
If I could live for one day without being sorry I know
One day without being sorry, I know
One day without being sorry, I know
One day without being sorry
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You Am I | Gone Gone Gone | /y/you+am+i/gone+gone+gone_20206601.html | Been living underwater but I sure dug the sea
But no-one could hear me out when I leant back to scream
Coming through the shelves to live in the dirt
To keep from the sun, to keep from getting hurt
Gettin' gone
You got a lot to learn
Ahh got a lot to learn from getting
Gone gone gone
Been feeding on contributions from the folks on the bridge
Throw the scraps on out when they need a trip
So I flap my tail and give a high-pitched squeak
Just so they could leave me in between the rocks to sleep
Gettin' gone
I wasted so much time that I
Oh wouldn't swap the line of getting
Gone gone gone
You got a lot to learn
Ahh got a lot to learn from getting
Gone gone gone
I don't know where the sadness starts
'Coz I'm so happy I could die
Just give me long enough to live
Yeah an' it's only when I fly
I wasted so much time that I
Oh wouldn't swap the line of getting
Gone gone gone
You got a lot to learn
Ahh got a lot to learn from getting
Gone gone gone
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You Am I | Good Mornin' | /y/you+am+i/good+mornin_20204064.html | If you tuned in correctly this morning
Kissed his cheek, get your tea and your toast in
Got the greatest of the latest Top Thirty
To clear your mind of all things unfaithful or dirty
What do you like to hear with your soldiers?
The sponsor needs to know what you told us
Got a chorus written for us straight from the file
Just check your brain into the AM dial
Waking up is easy when you've got a voice you know
Rattling up the ratings on the breakfast show
Waking up is easy when you've got a throat you love
Telling you what's out there
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
If you don't like the nest that you've made
We got a competition running you can leave today
Pack your bags, clean your ears of the city
We got a place where even your car looks pretty
Waking up is easy when you got a host you know
Rattling up the ratings on the breakfast show
Waking up is easy when you got a throat you love
Telling you what's out there
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Good morning ladies, do you need a man?
Put your trust in our thirties-and-over plan
Trust me
Waking up is easy when you've got a voice you know
Rattling up the ratings on the breakfast show
Waking up is easy when you've got a throat you love
Telling you what's out there
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Good morning, good morning, good morning
Good morning, good morning, good morning
Good morning, good morning, good morning
Good morning, good morning, good morning
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You Am I | Handwasher | /y/you+am+i/handwasher_20216556.html | Never wanted more
From my local store
A chance to be by myself
Be on the right side of the shelf
But for every drink I serve
Sure wish I had callous nerve
Cause for every sandwich I know
There's a sack of shit to be dosed
Wash my hands in shame
4000 times a day
And when I make it on home
There's a smell that always stays
I know the regulars well
From every stale grill I sell
From bainmaries to cold tea
I'm the service that you need
There's a poison in my drink
It's gonna take each good thought I could think
There's a poison I know
Wash my hands in shame
4000 times a day
For while I service your greed
I'm just dying to be clean
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You Am I | Kick A Hole In The Sky | /y/you+am+i/kick+a+hole+in+the+sky_20227050.html | Walks like a crooked tooth
And sleeps with a Dexedrine smile
Keeps finding the holes where old memory can go
And wash it down liquefied
Keep that old door swinging
'Cause you can be the freeloader
When it's closing time
When it's closing time
What you gonna do? It's nothing to see
But something's got you down on your knees
I'm crawling through the dirt to see where it hurts
And it ain't falling down by degrees
I think I'm gonna die
From trying to kick a hole in the sky
Your walls are plastered with ham-fist drunks
And fagans wrapped in denim and smoke
So tell me what chance did you happen to dance
With the step that kicked your feet in the boat?
Loose band on the radio
All static and clashin' a hob-nailed hint
You're never losing ground
It's just the way it sounds
What you gonna do? It's nothing you see
But something's got you down on your knees
I'm crawling through the dirt to see where it hurts, yeah
And it ain't falling down by degrees
I think I'm gonna die
From trying to kick a hole in the sky
Trying to kick a hole in the sky
Trying to kick a hole in the sky
Trying to kick a hole in the sky
You cover me like the sunshine kisses the day
But a pulse starts in my gut now
And it's gonna make us pay
What you gonna do? It's nothing to see
But something's got you down on your knees
I'm crawling through the dirt to see where it hurts
And it ain't falling down by degrees
I think I'm gonna die
From trying to kick a hole in the sky
Trying to kick a hole in the sky
Trying to kick a hole in the sky
From trying to kick a hole in the sky
Oh, bring it on!
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You Am I | Mr Milk | /y/you+am+i/mr+milk_20263062.html | I'm sure I could make your hand fit mine
If I deliver these custard trays on time
Four-thirty A.M. ding-dong rise
I kiss her photo with the beam from the ash tray light
I'm sure I could deliver better
If I pretended I'd never met her
She said she'd love me sweeter
If we made it to the pier for dinner
Seven months in a ditch for the ring kept for her to decide
If my milk truck's going to be her chariot ride
Four-thirty A.M. ding-dong rise
Morning sun makes my sour heart pasteurise
I'm sure I could deliver better
If I pretended I'd never met her
She said she'd love me sweeter
If we made it to the pier for dinner
Welsh rarebit with a new dress on
If that ain't enough to make you smile
Every Kintail Road kid knows
When she's around then cheese goes dry
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You Am I | Opportunities | /y/you+am+i/opportunities_20294829.html | He made the news today for the first time on page three.
Left the local supermarket job in sale and figures.
Makes a treat each week, tomorrow sits at home.
He'd be such a lovely boy if he'd only leave the girls alone.
You could see it in his face
Each time he ran away.
It was a ba-ba-ba-ba-ba big opportunity.
Bathroom porcelain and handles made of brass.
Took the proper grooming and full year language class.
They're sure he's the guy to snatch them from this scene
and take them to some place they're sure their mother's never been.
You could see it in his face
As the colour drained away.
It was a ba-ba-ba-ba-ba big opportunity.
A ba-ba-ba-ba-ba big opportunity.
A ba-ba-ba-ba-ba big opportunity.
Cold evenings create a living room dance.
Spend late nights revolving around one lost chance.
Oh yeah.
They're gonna jump the train it's the last one today.
Join us in the back row of the ones that got away.
Join a big parade, it works for you and me.
And you'll add a thrill because you'll hear it on TV.
Throw it up against the wall
Just to see how far it falls.
'cause it's a ba-ba-ba-ba-ba big opportunity.
A ba-ba-ba-ba-ba big opportunity.
A ba-ba-ba-ba-ba big opportunity.
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You Am I | Ordinary | /y/you+am+i/ordinary_20304000.html | We're so ordinary
Can't seem to break the hold
Of every clown that's come before us
And every story that's yet to be told
And even though the paint's not dry yet
There's someone with their tongue hanging out
'Cause something sour don't taste so bad
When you can muzzle someone needs to shout
And everyone who's watching now
At the movie that's always re run
Can throw a laugh and a stick in the pinks
Who overrated or loud or were young
And anyone who's looking out
Just waiting for tall guys to fall
Can rest assured in blankets now
That nobody can be that small
Bring him round the court house now
We're lying naked and ugly and cold
Don't play around the edges
Play with something that's dusted and old
And when we're lying crying defensless
Be sure that you get in a lay
'Cause something sour don't taste so bad
Now they'll be forgetting you everyday
And everyone who's watching now
At the movie that's always re run
Can throw a laugh and a stick in the pinks
Who overrated or loud or were young
And anyone who's looking out
Just waiting for tall guys to fall
Can rest assured in blankets now
That nobody can be that small
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You Am I | Pizza Guy | /y/you+am+i/pizza+guy_20300565.html | Grab a six pack for the way home.
It's only twenty five minutes alone
At a chance to listen to what you see fit
Put your tail between your legs and you split
Was never one for luck
On a pay rise or a girl you got stuck
Never bother with FM radio
Pop a compilation tape and we'll go
But every dick that comes from the hills
Is gonna innundate you still
Never one to let something go
To make you hate or cuss at folks you don't know
As his girlfriend takes the last mushroom slice
You hope they never make their movie on time
Was never one for luck
On a pay rise or a girl you got stuck
Never bother with FM radio
Pop a compilation tape and we'll go
But every dick that comes from the hills
Is gonna innundate you still
Nineteen to twenty two
Just Nik, Jaimme, red wine and you
Into the Datsun and go
To another Massappeals show
Was never one for luck
On a pay rise or a girl you got stuck
Never bother with FM radio
Pop a compilation tape and we'll go
But every dick that comes from the hills
Is gonna innundate you still
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You Am I | Plans | /y/you+am+i/plans_20292204.html | Brush your hair to some Eurodisco trash
Two prophylactics and forty-five dollars cash
Corduroy jacket and some fifty buck shoes
That can lead like a lamp when they're a scrubbing up new
Sunday best on a Friday night alright
I'll meet you at the corner beneath the Goodyear foot sign
Where all dates are made by mobile
I'll send you a smoke signal just be there by nine
This smoke, I left it for you
To show Mum and Dad your new tattoo alright
So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?
There's a streetlight for each night your heart hit the deck
This drink says I love you, this drink says I couldn't care less
Kiss me so I know I'm alive
The drinks taste crap but they keep coming til five
Numbers on the wall, I got my ears like a shell
The phone stinks of chips, cheap wine, mouthwash and gel
C'mon we'll drink the last of the rent
And I'll leave my number right down on the strap of your dress
And it's late, and she's Sue
'cause I read it on the back of her boyfriends neck alright
So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?
Yeah, I had a plan, but how'd it fit with you?
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You Am I | Please Don't Ask Me To Smile | /y/you+am+i/please+dont+ask+me+to+smile_20291660.html | When I was in grade six
I used to hold open a door for a girl and she called me a wimp.
Said there's just no need to be so fucking polite
I politely agreed with her, I think she was right.
It just never entered my mind
That a twelve year old came down to choosing sides.
You said I'd die if I had nothing to do
Put a drink in my hand and I'll talk to anything that moves.
I just refuse to give you what you think would make things right.
Just to find hate when you've lost the will to fight.
And would it be really in touch with the times
To put somebody down for choosing sides.
And you said show us them teeth
Give us them braces.
Show us the dental work that puts fear in twelve year old faces.
I can make you feel even half worthwhile
But please don't ask me to smile.
And times when it still feels right
I'll hold open a door for a girl or back down from a fight.
And if there's just no need to be so fucking polite.
At least it helps you sleep easier at night.
Just never entered my mind
That ever should come down to choosing sides.
And you said show us them teeth
Give us them braces.
Show us the dental work that puts fear in twelve year old faces.
I can prove to you that I do or don't get high
But please don't ask me to smile.
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You Am I | Punkarella | /y/you+am+i/punkarella_20293656.html | Don't you wish that your kids all looked more fine?
Do you feel that your guy's below your style?
Animal slippers and a drink over Sunday mail
Coffee teeth and a cigarette heart for sale
Any minute now something's gonna happen
Everything's falling 'cept the shit you fell in
Mailman, black umbrella
Doesn't feel the need to tell ya
Sure have looked better
And ego kissing fools
Are teaching your kids in private schools
Crack another bottle, it's five
Monday morning who could ask for more
Smoking buds, got your friends all 'round next door
Any minute now something's gonna happen
Everything's falling 'cept the shit you fell in
Mailman, black umbrella
Doesn't feel the need to tell ya
Kudzu Cinderella.
Them ego kissing fools
Are teaching your kids in private schools
Crack another bottle, it's five
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You Am I | Rumble | /y/you+am+i/rumble_20306733.html | Got a new haircut
It cost me just six bucks
Filled a plastic bag with the stuff I need in a big dumb car I'm off my knees
Fill it up and make me start again
Ooh it's the rumble and moan
Transistor AM cassette drone
It's the sound without a home address and hydromatic hopelessness
Fill it up and start over again
Yeah fill it up and start over again and again
All night!
R. A. D. I. O.
Hit me hard and hit me low
Static engine blow the scene, rumble in the old machine
R. A. D. I. O.
Ah, hit me just like Lionel Rose
R. A. D. I. O.
I heard stomach and soul
A rumble underneath my toes
And it didn't come with a clear face, designer punk or daily rate
Fill it up and make it start again
Yeah fill it up, don't make me start again and again
All night!
R. A. D. I. O.
Hit me hard and hit me low
Static engine blow the scene a rumble in the old machine
R. A. D. I. O.
Ah hit me just like Lionel Rose
R. A. D. I. O.
A rumble in the old machine
R. A. D. I. O.
A rumble in the old machine
R. A. D. I. O.
Yeah, a rumble in the old machine
R. A. D. I. O.
A rumble in the old machine
Ronnie James D. I. O.
Fell down like Bocephus under all the noise and grease
Automatic mono-style rip me up, monkey style
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You Am I | Satisfied Mind | /y/you+am+i/satisfied+mind_20313733.html | Get the lead on out 'cause it's my round
And I punched the van 'cause I lost the sound
And then I fell on down, oh yeah
I ain't old enough to have walked the line
But I've circled this room for the twenty fifth time
For a fortunate son I'm such a jealous guy
Got a bone to pick I dunno why
A bottle o' wine and Patsy Cline
But what would I do with a satisfied mind
Hey hey yours for ten
I fell on down I'm gonna do it again
What I gave away and what I left behind
Swallowed history like a five an' dine
And then I fell on down oh yeah
Y'all knew the guy he was the king of the kids
Threw his trophies to the sky as he jumped from the bridge yeah
For a fortunate son I'm such a jealous guy
Got a bone to pick I dunno why
A bottle o' wine and Patsy Cline
But what would I do with a satisfied mind
Hey hey yours for ten
I fell on down I'm gonna do it again
And if you're looking for the guy who can see
With some of these damn apologies
A bottle o' wine and Patsy Cline
But what would I do with a satisfied mind
Hey hey yours for ten
I fell on down I'm gonna do it again
Hey hey your foot down
I fell on down I'm gonna do it again
Hey hey get on up
I fell on down I'm gonna do it again
A bottle o' wine and Patsy Cline
But what would I do with a satisfied mind
Oh yeah
What would I do?
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You Am I | She Digs Her | /y/you+am+i/she+digs+her_20211681.html | Your eyes hit a gilded window
When the Housewives Journal, started closing every door
The wind's so strong and you decided
That you just don't want to be carried with it anymore
"Oh my God" the neighbors
Just can't put a word to it never seen to write or call
Greetings to the sister
As you're strutting through your suburb watching ladies trip and fall
She came when he left, never thought it was a big decision
Gave up on lives that revolve around car ignition
Hey did you ever get the feeling everything is working out okay?
Sunday afternoon sure used to sting until
The drinks kick in at ten
But now you've joined a collective
Surely nothing ordinary kicking up a storm again
"Oh my God" the neighbors
Just can't put a word to it never seen to write or call
Greetings to the sister
As you're strutting through your suburb watching ladies trip and fall
Came when he left, never thought it was a big decision
Gave up on lives that revolve around beer and fishing
Hey did you ever get the feeling everything is working out okay?
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You Am I | Soldiers | /y/you+am+i/soldiers_20233494.html | We're on the corner every morning just to see you get across
The civic fathers divide us up into cats and dogs
The sergeant major of the neighbourhood is weighing up the cost
The senior transit lane
While we're standing in the rain
Worried if our head will fall
Alright, right
We'll stay together 'til the kids die just to keep it clean
Buy the weapons with the sales made from garden magazines
Strike up the ladies to bake tea cakes for the council's war machine
And they're digging up the roads
And widening it just so
You can suffocate at home
Alright, right
The Prince of Wales tea
To keep the garden green
But they don't want to be there
The shit can't be there
You woke me up just to check that I'm alive
We talk to each other as if we're five
Raise open the flag just to see which of us cares
And they're digging up the roads
And widening it just so
You can suffocate at home
Alright, right
Alright, alright, alright, alright
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You Am I | Sound As Ever | /y/you+am+i/sound+as+ever_20273115.html | I can read your degree and now give me my medicine
Cause every drink is a poison and I think I'm Judas Christ again
She's got a feeling its a sound I'm faking
I got a feeling each corner's an ending
Each minute is a dollar you can pay back your parents with
I got a brand new vein you can tap on in and since
Now that you've got the power of mercy
And the chance to figure out just where I've been lately
Now that you've got a sniff of pharmaceutic
That can kill anything in my head that's electric
And I'm alone with sound
Now that you've got the power prescription
Please make me interesting
When I'm all done with sound
Read my mind
Cause I won't give sign
She's got a feeling its a sound I'm faking
I got a feeling each corner's an ending
Its all sound....
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You Am I | Stray | /y/you+am+i/stray_20329061.html | It's irregular and it sure won't pay
but say naught 'til you got something to say
So I live for forty minutes a day
Can I have that?
The biggest kick you ever got
was paying out on dinosaur rock
and said with every prehistoric thought
you can stain
For every door that's been closed
there's another of your friends you can dose
While your brains seem to speak through your clothes
And for every handshake that'll pay
there's another motherfuck who'll complain
that to keep a legal dose is so lame
Are you stray?
Those born with gold with weary souls
Should eat their young and die
Are you stray?
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You Am I | Sugar | /y/you+am+i/sugar_20208309.html | Sugar sit a while
come and rest your feet
Its been a long long while
since you were been close to me
Lets polish of a few
Underneath the sky
Its pulling all its faces
You want to stand real quiet
and see just what it brings
we've been running too much
need to miss out on a few things
[Chorus]
If we just get it on
Tease and treat me wrong
Birds do it
Bees do it
Drop right down to my knees to do it
Just get me on my feet again
Get me on my feet again
Swinging like a tire
Princess off the beat
Telephone wires with all
Explode at your feet
I'm running out of blood
But i'm never cold
But I need to jump those fences
Holding neath the show
Cause I see just what I need
So drag this boy on over
Let him fall real deep
[Chorus]
Sugar I'm a mess
But its where I want to be
I want to burn out with a smile
That cuts right through my teeth
Everyone gets rained
Rained on just the same
But lately its been soaking
Us right to the veins
And we're running out of time
So drag this boy on over
And keep him til its light
Can we just get it on
Tease and treat me wrong
Them birds do it
Them bees do it
Drop right down to my knees to do it
Just get me on my feet again
Just get me on my feet again
Just get me on my feet again
Get me on my feet again
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You Am I | Trike | /y/you+am+i/trike_20325686.html | I'm gonna walk myself into town and ride on back
Guess it means you're quick and I'm clean
My sparkling machine
It's only forty minutes by feet
I'll be back in three
Ride to the hills at night
To watch the lights go down and your neighbours fight
'Cause I'm the boy to keep you up at night
It's a magic carpet and chrome
Can't reach me by phone
A new deck of cards through the wheels
To show you just deep I feel
In the rear view mirrors I see
My dust as you're following me
Drag to the corner at night
To watch the lights go down and your parents die
'Cause I'm the boy to keep you up at night.
I'm the boy to keep you up at night.
To keep you decent seven days a week
'Cause it's the second best thing I do with my feet
Watch your ass 'cause I know where you live
And which car you drive.
I can look anyone in the eye
Eat my dust as I leave you behind
I'll follow you to your house
Do you want to kiss at mine?
'Cause I'm the boy to keep you up at night
I'm the boy to keep you up at night
I'm the boy to keep you up at night
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You Am I | Tuesday | /y/you+am+i/tuesday_20313641.html | Saw the sun come up again.
Last week's papers and a pack of darts
That got me through 'til ten.
The ten fifteen's five minutes late.
I really should just get out more these days.
Next door is coughing up his lungs.
Two A.M. I'm sure she said
She's gonna get herself a gun.
I blacked out from three to five.
You should hear what's going on outside.
As the morning bread goes hard
On the corner shop they're waiting
Just for rush hour to start.
And I'm wondering why his kids are late
I really should just get out more these days.
Days, and each one shows
There's so much I'll never know
If I don't ever get
If I never get home, home.
And old Ryan's still his rust
And Tuesday comes and goes
Like any late night bus.
I could do a lot more with my time
But you should hear what's going on outside.
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You Am I | Wally Raffles | /y/you+am+i/wally+raffles_20344195.html | Walter quit the RAF
When there was no good air left.
Made it back to the clan.
The dog, the wife, the betting slip wet in his hand.
And no one's listening.
To the boys
Tim, Jaimme and Gab.
Keeping him up while his mistress rings his hands.
Picked him up after school
Just make sure you're looking good.
And no one's leaving.
Walter plays.
Get off your knees.
Walter plays.
Get off your knees.
It's mini coke and prawns again
In his room or on the sand.
Not a day before he fell
Propping up the bar at the Raffle's hotel.
And no one' leaving.
Walter plays
Get off your knees.
Give the kids a hand
Down on the sand.
No one's listening.
Walter plays
Get off your knees.
Give the kids a hand
Down on the sand.
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You Am I | Watcha Doin' To Me | /y/you+am+i/watcha+doin+to+me_20348061.html | You drive me to drink
But I'm in for the whole trip I promise
You won't go out with the drunk on the road
Or use yer fork to search for the toast
Girl I ain't easy
And any ass could see
But I can't believe
Just watcha doin' to me
I'm falling this way and I
I'm stumbling over there but I
Can't believe watcha doin' to me
The sweetest sound yeah
To knock this lightweight down but I
I can't believe watcha doin to me
Shake my trunk
And I wake like from a three day drunk
As my branches hit the ground
I'm finally comin around
Bury me deep in my
Oh my wedding shoes
Lay me flash
Just fifty bucks cash it's the
One day I never wanna lose
I'm falling this way and I
I'm stumbling over there but I
Can't believe watcha doin' to me
The sweetest sound yeah
To knock this lightweight down but I
I can't believe watcha doin to me
I'm falling this way and I
I'm stumbling over there but I
Can't believe watcha doin' to me
The sweetest sound yeah
To knock this lightweight down but I
I can't believe watcha doin to me
I never felt so jealous or felt so alive
I feel like I could run
I feel like I could die
I can't believe watcha doin' to me
I can't believe watcha doin' to me
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You Am I | Weeds | /y/you+am+i/weeds_20337543.html | Well who'd of thought and who could know?
That time was ever gonna go this darn slow
And she's late and you just don't know
If you're ever gonna get on through this year alone
It was the way she put her hand on her hip
The sparkle in her eye
But you wonder if its gonna be there all the time
Leaves they fall
You know you're never gonna sweep em all
And weeds they grow
And peeking out all through the grass and snow
And he's a fake yeah
From his smile to the tatts right there on his toes
But you're just not sure if you're ever
Gonna get through this year alone
He don't hold your hand just when you need
And you're sure that twinkle in his eye
Ain't just there for you
but you can't ignore that
He sure looks like your dad
When can still look straight at night
When he tucks you in and kisses your belly
And strokes your hair so you just don't cry
Leaves they fall
You know you're never gonna sweep em all
And weeds they grow
And peeking out all through the grass and snow
You sure wish you knew who was on the halfback flank
About twenty years
When you took those flags onback to back
Would sure make the stand offs and make more sense
If you could stand toe to toe
And who took the bench
But not this silent treatment
That leaves you wondering if this baby's heaven sent
It was the way she put her hand on her hip
The sparkle in her eye
But you wonder if it's gonna be there all the time
Leaves they fall
You know that you can never sweep em all
And weeds they grow
And peeking out all through the grass and snow
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You Am I | What I Don't Know 'bout You | /y/you+am+i/what+i+dont+know+bout+you_20340577.html | This whole day was useless
Next one's gonna be worse
'cause I'm wearing this badge of fortune like
A criminals wears a curse
I want to chase that rabbit right off the rails
And rip this metal keeping my mouth in check
But I need that muzzle like a razor and a stubble
Cuttin all this history from my neck
Do you remember the gear I first saw you in
Eating Mexican in '92?
In between your folks and a birthday toast
It was black from your fringe to your shoes
I'm picking apples out of paintings
And making record covers in the sky
I missed my boat sitting here imagining
Your face when you cry
Don't be cruel, come on be sugar in my tooth
I think I like what I don't know about you
This whole day threw up some tickets
None I'd ever choose
The sky's so heavy it hangs like a beer gut
Spilling stuff on my shoes
Don't get me wrong, I ain't complaining
I still got my legs like an old Christmas tree
But if I got faith why am I so scared
Everybody's dying on me
Don't be cruel, come on be sugar in my tooth
I think I like what I don't know about you
Don't be cruel, come on be champagne in my shoe
I think I like what I don't know about you
Fish and chips stall down the south coast ready
I can show you what I'm worth
So set me up a bottle and salt and vinegar
If you get there first
I said if you get there first
Don't be cruel, come on be sugar in my tooth
I think I like what I don't know about you
Don't be cruel, come on be champagne in my shoe
I think I like what I don't know about you
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You Am I | Who Put The Devil In You | /y/you+am+i/who+put+the+devil+in+you_20339669.html | I got too much on my mind
Yeah, so play that thing in a different style
Caught on a hook and a line
Yeah, thicken, use and drive me outta my mind
So I'm down, so punch me in the decals
And see which of my teeth tells
The honor of thieves, hard to prove
But who put the devil in you?
I got too much on my mind
I cross my chest to keep myself in line
Willing the water from wine
I've wasted years looking for somewhere to hide
Lookin' down, just kick me where the sun shines
And now we're on for hot times
And bashin' out to hammer the blues
Yeah, who put the devil in you?
I'm finding out where my head's at
Like loose change in a laundromat
It chews me through
From Dallas Crane to Motley Crue, oh
Yeah, but I know just why I'm masquerading
And why my tracks is fading
And bash out to hammer the blue
Who put the devil in you?
I hit on the speed in my shoe
Now who put the devil in you?
'Cause you know we're going out there again
I'm just throwing my trust to the wind
We're gonna beat this damn thing to the end
And then kiss it off, hey
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You Am I | Who Takes Who Home | /y/you+am+i/who+takes+who+home_20340951.html | When the day falls where do you go?
Six thirty, city windows dirty.
Office nightclubs, drinks, dates and movie stubs.
Be wary all secretaries.
And eyes roam for who takes who home
As the rain's coming down to Friday night.
Don't let me down again.
Passport pictures with charts and figures.
Daily nightly. Oh, like me tightly.
When the day falls where do you go?
Ten thirty, like me tightly.
And eyes roam for who takes who home
As the rain's coming down to Friday night.
Don't let me down again.
Don't let me down again.
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You Am I | You Scare Me | /y/you+am+i/you+scare+me_20351675.html | You couldn't have took it any harder
You couldn't have put it anymore sweet
But every bone of yours for picking
Is every bone they picked of meat
Now you're loaded, lonely and on her mind
Now you're loaded, bloated, but it's only 'til next time
When every cut on the wall becomes a curse
Cut yourself real deep before they get in first.
Take each good word like a crucifx
You gave up the dte for a mouth of dirt.
Now you're loaded, lonely and on her mind
Now you're loaded, bloated, but it's only 'til next time
You scare me blind
Can't help but take each day as another call
To arms in the hero victim's cause
And every bone you left out for picking
Is gonna stick in the throat of everyone that you never called.
It's only, loaded on her mind
It's only, loaded but it's only 'til next time
You scare me blind
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Young Buck | All About Money | /y/young+buck/all+about+money_20404023.html | [Young Buck]
You a thug like me
[Verse 1]
You can catch me green stick it up,
Dick it up,
Cut a nigga shit over 50 bucks,
Need work on the low nigga hit me up,
Never quick enough after pickin up,
Feds on a nigga block ridiculous,
'cause the game done brought all our shit to us,
I done bit the dust-countinus
Now I ride double ? to the ind you bust,
Oh no wrong move if my ind you touch,
17 but its real when you playin with much,
One in the chamber on the table when you chillin for lunch,
And head up with your door open feelin your blunt,
Where I'm from 20 gone by the end of the month,
I get drunk smoke the weed to the end of the blunt,
Make sure 10 shells done been in the pump,
If its on-first draw that's a nigga wit luck,
All niggas playin games start endin em up,
'cause your block young buck will start bendin em up,
As soon as your adrenaline pump,
Make way dear lord 'cause I'm sendin em up
[Chorus x2]
Its all about money,
Gettin major paid,
Stack your cheese in all different ways,
Tote your strap and keep your khakis creased,
Yeah nigga, you a thug like me?
[Verse 2 - D-tay]
They call me D-tays up
Get em up put the aks on,
Let em know we don't play sir,
Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah,
Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah,
Wanna play rough?
Y'all cats wanna play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase stuff
Niggas wanna start shit with they gun then run,
Tay don't wanna chase ya,
Bullets wait ta, replace ya,
Hit em with the shells of the 45,
Make em all duck, with the four-five buck,
Put em all up,
Got 2 so we got you but we don't give a fuck,
Seals comin gunnin out the cut,
Spittin at you cats,
Spittin 50 rounds like I'm spittin on a track,
Y'all niggas know that you can't hold that,
Ima spit the gat till the gat click-clat,
Then chit chat,
Niggas gun learn that you beef with this here this heat gone burn,
Ima show ya cats how to bus y'all guns,
Hit a nigga up and leave his ass left numb,
Don't play with me,
You know I spray the heat,
The A.K. gun niggas down fatefully,
You think expectfully, just wait and see,
Young buck and D-tay nigga ready to g,
If it pays to be, the boss in the cause,
My gun so big gotta limp when I walk,
Don't talk the talk 'cause T.I.P. we comin,
First go about money
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
Its all bout thuggin,
Gettin paid and shit,
You either slang the dope or hit major licks,
That's why all my niggas be sevin bricks,
Y'all gunna see what we workin with,
Not me baby doll,
I ain't hurtin for shit,
G.S. 400 with a leather kit,
Oh you don't wanna holla?
Well whatever bitch,
Don't say shit when the bezzle flip,
See a nigga tote straps for the hell of it,
I ain't givin a fuck about jealous shit,
And I don't smoke weed for the smell of it,
Just before I kill, I inhale the shit,
You can't trail me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with about 50 cakes,
Once a nigga find out its all heart no shake,
That's when I infest the place,
I'm thugged out,
Up in the drug house,
Got it all-from the beer to a quarter ounce,
We da real ass niggas, all work no slouch,
Can I get that there? all that count,
All they amount,
But when it go down and a nigga make all ya say all that out,
What you gunna do nigga what you about,
Either ride or die, when I'm raised in the south,
Love the block, when a nigga wake up,
I wash my face and then hug my glock,
Brush my teeth and scream south side,
Smoke a blunt and put on my socks,
But it still don't stop, from dusk to dawn,
A nigga been out here on his own-livin day to day,
See I'm only 17 but a nigga out here just gains farm
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Young Buck | All My Life | /y/young+buck/all+my+life_20404033.html | Now we can't lose fo' sho'
Ya'll niggaz wanna know what we did this is what we did nigga
Extended the family world-wide, recruited a couple comrades
I was a chosen one due to my chrome gats
Bad ass lil' nigga wit' a trash bag now I gotta confess it
Every day arrested
Niggaz wanna test this to get at the hoes
So even mamma stay invested, damn that's cold
Bitches seventeen years old, round 100 kilos
Half of y'all pickin' pot out your nose with Afros
Rollin' with the big boys soakin' up game
And we'll be back seat with the Cartier frames
The easier it got nigga the harder it came
But I stayed in the game, that's the heart in this mayne
There'll be hell on earth if I stay in the game
Talk about kickin' up dirt like the broncos plane
Call me the macho man when it comes to dirty ways
A hato's man feel crime don't pay
All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck waitin', 'cause God ain't promising time
So now I'm drawin' a line before I get too far behind
Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time
All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck waitin', 'cause God ain't promising time
So now I'm drawin' a line before I get too far behind
Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time
The last verse I wrote, I burned my hand
'Cause there's only so much heat, that my hand can stand
I'm too hot to spit that, you not you get that
Don't get to height or this glock'll click back
I bitch smack niggaz and I ain't that mean
My chopper gon' do you proper look at what that did
I'm clip flipin', pistol grippin', dippin', set trippin'
Believe me you don't wanna see me wit' the 4tec spittin'
You bull-shittin', I'm just goin' live by you guys
My whole team roll me homey, ride or die
Ridin' high, Sheaf and do-do like I'm in Cali
I'm type this one for the block and blast from the alley
I'm raw wit' it Tony Montana, extra banana
Interstate from my way down to Atlanta, comes from a scanna
Just crossed the Tennessee line
All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
It's all for one and one for all nigga
All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck waitin', 'cause God ain't promising time
So now I'm drawin' a line before I get too far behind
Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time
All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck waitin', 'cause God ain't promising time
So now I'm drawin' a line before I get too far behind
Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time
Now let ya nuts hang nigga
Start up the engine in the cut thang nigga
Brang pain to these niggaz, ice on my trigga finga
Let the world know, I'm a balla when I came for the scrilla
Gorilla they gon' label me
Ain't no way y'all bitches gon' disable me, put me on cable TV
Peace treaties ain't accepted here, blood-bath
Split him in half now nigga from his feet to his ear
If I don't know ya then its fuck ya, we ain't talkin' shit out
Catch me at ya people, we jus' sparkin' shit out
Yeah, I'm so hood, that bullshit you spittin' ain't no good
I bust a nigga weave, act like poppin' a car hood
You want ya gurl back, pay the fee and it's all good
Until I cop a 7-series beamer wit' all wood
My whole team makin' riches we shinin', we ball good
You can boss and Young Buck'll catch us our hood
All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck waitin', 'cause God ain't promising time
So now I'm drawin' a line before I get too far behind
Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time
All my life, I visualized me handlin' mine
And fuck waitin', 'cause God ain't promising time
So now I'm drawin' a line before I get too far behind
Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time
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Young Buck | Bang Bang | /y/young+buck/bang+bang_10196129.html | Bang bang
Bang bang
Bang bang
I shot you down, bang bang
You hit the ground, bang bang
That aweful sound, bang bang
I used to shoot you down
Don't nobody want to die, but everybody want to ball
Somebody gotta go, when them killa's call
You know it's in us all, you just gotta find it and use it
You can get away with it, if you don't abuse it
The streets talk, the beats mark, 'cause that heat comin'
And if they know that you did it, you better keep runnin'
I think I see sumthin, there go my enemy
Only lord knows where this nigga f'nd to be
Tennakee, still the price is as real if you look it
Might give it to you for 5, depend on if I took it
Nigga anything goes, my shop never close
From the nickels and the dimes to the whole kilo
The real niggas feel me, the haters want to kill me
But I'm holdin' down my city, me and this 9 milli
While your throwin' bricks, and hidin' ya heads
Homie, I know where you hang
Ain't no thang to walk up and let that chopper go...
Bang bang
I shot you down, bang bang
You hit the ground, bang bang
That awefull sound, bang bang
I used to shoot you down
Now all the gangsta's pray
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Just think if I ain't empty the clip, and he killed me
Would I still be livin'?, would my homeboy's miss me?
How many niggas bust they gun when they have to?
Don't need no ski mask when it's time to get at you
I'm glad you done seen what it look like when we left
Brain fragments from shot-gun blasts'll take a nigga breathe
It's death before dishonesty, dope deals and robbery
Poppa wasn't around, but that shit didn't bother me
I'd probably be in the penitentary
But I played the cards, the dead lord sent to me
The whole truth, I use this booth to speak to my thug niggas
Why you mad at me? the government's the drug dealers
Before I let this police kid harass me
This rookie ass cop gon' have to blast me
He asked me for identification, I looked at him and laughed
He made a move and I heard a blast
That's what you get, bitch
Bang bang
I shot you down, bang bang
You hit the ground, bang bang
That awefull sound, bang bang
I used to shoot you down
Now all the gangsta's pray
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
It's goin down around here nigga
Get ya muthafuckin head bust
Them muthafuckin street lights go out
And them real niggas come out
All the bitch niggas go in the house
Just not a game, man
Don't fuck around and lose your brain
And hey, all my real niggas pray
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
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Young Buck | Black Gloves | /y/young+buck/black+gloves_10196130.html | Young Buck:
Walk Through A Nigga Block, 2 Glocks, 2 Tecks, 2 2-3's
Give A Nigga What He Really Want, When Bitch Niggas Don't Want Beef
Bitch Niggas Don't Know Me, Wait Till A Nigga Get In Range
Hate When A Nigga want to Run His Mouth, And Live His Life In Pain
We Ain't Even Used To This, Talk And Where The Gun Shots At?
Loose Lips Sank Ships, Ya'll Niggas Didn't Even Pop Back
Oh Lord, I Swore, If Any Muthafucka Holla My Name
I'm Raw, Spelled Backwards, That's What I'm Gon' Bring
Banks, What A Nigga Think?, We Ain't Got Guns
No Troops, Everything Bulletproof, Sniper's Layin' Down On The Roof
Stash Box In The Coupe Nigga, I'm Tellin' You The Truth Nigga
Raise Them Lil Bitty Boys, All They Do Is Come Shoot Niggas
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next
Put A Couple Holes In A Hoe
Let A Nigga Know He 'Bout To Go
Put The Pump Right To His Throat
Bet He Won't Talk No More
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next
I'm Commin', Through The Front Door, Mask On, Let's Ride
Everybody On The Muthafuckin Floor, Soon As A Nigga Get Inside
My Hood, My Click, Your Wife, My Bitch
Show A Nigga That You Really Love Him, Set Him Up To Hit A Good Lick
Cops Comin', I'm Not Runnin, If I Do Die, Don't Cry
I Haven't Planned On Stayin' Long Anyway, I Ain't Gon' Lie
Wonder Why I Still Got Bricks, Wonder Why I Still Got Clips
'cause Ain't A Damn Thing Changed, Ever Since Young Buck Got Rich
Are Ya Ready For The Outcome, Why You Walkin 'Round Without A Gun
Shit Real, Till A Nigga Get Killed, Then You want to Run And Get One
Fuck That! I'm Callin' Out Names, Ja Rule, Ya'll Lose
I Don't Even Care How It Started, Fuck Me?, Fuck You!
Wait Till Yayo Get Home, We Gon' Really Get These Niggas Gone
But For Now Nigga, Hold On, I'm'a Show You How To Break A Bone
Cashville, Tennessee Nigga!, We Thug You Knew It
New York, We Here, For Life, G-Unit!
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next
50 Cent:
Yeahhhh, Young Buck Nigga, Cashville, Tennessee Nigga
From Your Hood To My Hood Muthafucka, New York City Nigga, Haha
Real Shit Nigga, It's All Good Nigga, Haha, It's All Hood Nigga
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Young Buck | Blood In Blood Out | /y/young+buck/blood+in+blood+out_20403973.html | Dis for all dem niggaz out dere jackin'
This how we gon' put it down
Dem gangsta niggaz from J.C. center court 12th, 3rd Avenue, my block
Nigga, murder, murder mayne
I come nake faceded, ain't no need for a ski-mask
From neck down, I'm black down, eye to eye when I blast
No question, I got the code
Now how many bodies out there, take out before I reload, hit 'em below
His fuckin' knees, before we leave, we gon' locate them ki's
A nigga gotta eat, ya heard me?
You know the player when we get there, kill everything in there
Leavin' no clues, like we never even been there
Life ain't fair but fuck it, it's a new year
I'm grabbin' my strap, cockin' it back and boo-yaa
We almost thay, lock down the spot
Put your vest on punk, we in the parking lot
One of them, all day killers, who's hard to spot
Jackin' all y'all whether it's dark or not
It's blood in, blood out and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin' high, nigga, I'm ridin' high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin' it big
'Cause I'm clearin' the block, oh, I'm clearin' the block
It's blood in, blood out and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin' high, nigga, I'm ridin' high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin' it big
'Cause I'm clearin' the block, we clearin' the block
We did our job, now we on the next mission
The next victim, go on, see if the tec spittin'
No bullshittin', see they don't know just how we livin'
I'm goin' all out, I ain't scared to go to prison
Make your own decision, it's gon' be a long ride
I need the money, I can't wait a long time
Keep a strong mind 'cause we done waited in a long line
Just to get our shine on, now it's our time
Believe that, it's our turn
Pull out your weapon to burn, get what you earned
We all must learn, that money is the key to life
And niggaz gon' die if we ain't eatin' right
It's blood in, blood out and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin' high, nigga, I'm ridin' high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin' it big
'Cause I'm clearin' the block, oh, I'm clearin' the block
It's blood in, blood out and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin' high, nigga, I'm ridin' high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin' it big
'Cause I'm clearin' the block, we clearin' the block
Who you know livin' right, ain't nobody spreadin' love
Niggaz snow off that white, goin' out and sheddin' blood
Life lookin' like my momma said it would
Whether or not, I still ride for the hood, I'm on my block
My niggaz they slang rocks, shoot it out with cops
From J.C., the center court life's hard knocks
Hold on, grab your glock, did you see the car stop?
Which one? The black Benz with the top dropped
Fuck 'em, the mac-10 with the infrared dot
Represent how I'm livin', keep on drivin' down the block
Oh, it's on now, let's take the back route
Get your mac out, it's blood in blood out
It's blood in, blood out and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin' high, nigga, I'm ridin' high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin' it big
'Cause I'm clearin' the block, oh, I'm clearin' the block
It's blood in, blood out and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin' high, nigga, I'm ridin' high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin' it big
'Cause I'm clearin' the block, oh, we clearin' the block
Clear the block, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Nuttin' but gangsta niggaz be clearin' the block
Ay man, Rizin Sun and Buck
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Young Buck | Buck The World | /y/young+buck/buck+the+world_20409203.html | [Chorus]
Woke up screaming fuck the world today I, had it up to here
Ex-girlfriend got custody today cause, they say she feels
That I'll never be the daddy that she, wants me to be
Hardest thing I've ever had to do, sayin' bye to my seeds, ohhh
[Chorus]
Damn, look at what I call my life, a glock-9
And a eightball of white, I got mine
Well, not quite, I got signed
And fifty put me right in the light, it took time
Meanwhile I'm livin the life
Where a nigga just might see prison tonight
My rent due, baby need food and shoes
I'm flat broke, still I refuse to lose
So I smoke, lookin' for the fools with jewels
I'm 'bout to see if it's true what a Uzi do
Nobody cares, and life ain't fair or free
The best thang you can do is say a prayer for me
And how dare, y'all try to lock me up
You not here, so you ain't really givin' a fuck
But I swear, as long as I'm breathin', I'm hustlin'
I'm thuggin', and this is the reason because I
[Chorus]
If you see me in a suit and tie (in a suit and tie)
Tell all my niggaz goodbye (tell my niggaz goodbye)
Tell 'em that I'm on my wayyyyy (tell 'em I'm on my way man)
Say a prayer for me and hug the kids (hug the kids)
Tell God all of the shit I did (the shit I did)
And how the kids looked up to me (cause they did look up to me nigga!)
Yeahhhh
Heyyy, holla if you feel my pain
I been to hell and back, and I'm still the same
The block hotter than flames, but we sell the 'caine
Putti'n all kind of thangs in our baby's name
Tell the hoes "I'm rich bitch" like my name Rick James
I really ain't got shit, but I can't complain
Cause L.T. got life, and Big Ju got fifty
Jimmy did his ten and D doin his twenty
Come get me, seems like it's no way out
So when I say "Dirty," you say "South"
Tryin' to put my hands on somethin', brush off my shoulders
Buy up some land or somethin', get what they owe us
You don't have a plan, you're nuttin' is what they told us
Remember what the O.G.'s showed to the soldiers
Gotta make it to heaven or die tryin' to get it
The day dude fuck with Dre, I was feelin' like
[Chorus]
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Young Buck | Can't Keep Livin' | /y/young+buck/cant+keep+livin_20404053.html | Life ain't 'posed to be like this, robbery and poverty
24 hour shifts to keep this cocaine off of me
Y'all ain't livin' how I'm livin', one mo' week I'm seein' prison
'Cause to get what I'm after, a nigga might be missin'
I ain't listenin' to shit, hit the Sweet and load the clip
'Cause if crime didn't pay, then I'd be still on the strip
You niggaz still runnin' yo' lips, I be runnin' them zips
Up and down the interstate, makin' ten G's a trip
A hardheaded nigga, do whatever it takes
To go and get that bread nigga, heard what I said nigga?
Been misled for a long time, waited in a long line
Finally I'm here, now this rap game is mine
Keep the herb burnin', ain't nuttin' changed 'cause I'm worth somethin'
Y'all know the Young Buck, I'ma leave this earth bluntin'
But still carry, the chrome Dirty Harry
'Cause your boy got to have that, by any means necessary
Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid
Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid
Ain't no nigga out here heaven-sent, not on these streets
E'rybody want the Presidents 'cause niggaz gotta eat
So I try to leave no evidence and come when you sleep
In your residence nigga until my mission's complete
Stay draped in my heat, paranoid like that
You kill me? R.I.P. I got boys like that
Who said they needed a white pack to strike back, shit
Just give me the right mac and nigga I'll be right back
Hardcore, and show these niggaz they don't want war
You want more? Well gimme what I'm here for
Y'all know I been raw, from day one
This teenager with the big boys, gettin' the job done
Got a daddy, but he ignored both of his sons
Had to pay for my own way, as a child on the run
I ain't scary, the AK-47, I married
'Cause a nigga had to have that by any means necessary
Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid
Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid
Look what y'all done to me, forced a nigga to this point
Wouldn't feed me when I was hungry, I couldn't ignore it
But I stay to my lonely, and didn't show it
So when I killed you and your homies, you wouldn't know it
Cristal I let you po' it while I fuck with the Hennessey
All this time I'm the nigga that you pretend to be
Tables done turned now I'm like remember me?
The same lil' nigga you overcharged for a ki
Times hard on a G, you was larger than me
Young, but I ain't dumb, you ain't smarter than me
Give niggaz a inch, and they takin' the whole mile
So I hop out the 6, and I takin' they whole pile
Uh-uh whoa now, how many niggaz see this grown child
Shit gettin' hectic then you shut 'em down
Tennessee to Uptown, niggaz is thuggin', mean muggin'
Ain't no stoppin' I'm hot, and the game is what I'm lovin' nigga
Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid
All my nigga say
Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid
Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid
Nigga
Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up my fuckin' AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid
Get money nigga
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Young Buck | Hard Hitters | /y/young+buck/hard+hitters_20404063.html | You can smoke one to the head to this
Rizin Sun, Young Buck (What), First Born (What), and D-Tay
Them four hard hitters nigga and we back
Another dope track, know what I'm sayin' what yo
[Verse 1]
Yo we them hard hitters
Them drag you out the yard niggaz
Bout to squab triggers
That leave you in the dark nigga
We raw nigga
Them same superstar nigga
Them anytime goin' right ain't no bar nigga
We blow figures
To show you who the boss nigga
That drops niggaz
With the chrome Moss nigga
You lost nigga
See T.I.P. don't like the game
Ya get outta line and T.I.P. gon' like they aim
[Verse 2]
Is it my turn to show them niggaz we be stars on tracks
Start up beef, we in yo front yard with gats
So don't go with that, we leave you flat paralyzed from the neck
With a motherfuckin' hole in ya back
It ain't my fault if you balled hard
Start slimin' up the walls, leave him in his draws
Nigga you know the protocol
We were born for hard ball
Stealin' cars and livin' life hard ya heard me
[Hook]
If y'all gon' ride with me, get high with me
Then go and get the straps nigga gunfire with me
You'll die quickly, when we apply all fifty
My real niggaz, hard hitters they ride with me
If y'all gon' ride with me, get high with me
Then go and get the straps nigga gunfire with me
You'll die quickly, when we apply all fifty
My real niggaz, hard hitters they die with me
[Verse 3]
We did it all in our lifetime
Dealin' drugs, bustin' them slugs
Runnin' with thugs, when it get down to them broads
They ain't showin' no love
Put his face in the mud
Fuckin' with the hard hitters, D-Tay my nigga
Got contracts to get 'em, lyrical spitter
We slaved on the figures found out who's better
From Nashville to Chucktown we go round for round
City to city and then we knock it down
[Verse 4]
Yeah we'll lock it down
Then we hit these niggaz spot up with fifty rounds
The best pound for pound
Representin' the town
That'll clown when it's time for the showdown, better slow down
(D-Tay unload the four pound)
This shit's about to go down nigga
Whoa now leave these niggaz shit tore down
Whole town be locked down
Got the whole world shocked now
T.I.P. on top now
[Hook]
[Verse 5]
I'll put it all on the line for these gangsta ass niggaz of mine
First Born, D-Tay we hard hitters combined
Talk shit and ya dyin' if ya think that I'm lyin'
Ask that nigga named Bryan, caught six in the spine
And we ain't hard to find we just sleep in the daytime
After the sunshine we duckin' for war time
You said you want what now
See go to war nigga, hard hitters we buck wild
Just us four niggaz
See we live for gunfire, kick in ya door nigga
If we come at lunchtime, we afternoon killers
Who that playa with mine
Must be some new niggaz
Who done did some time and wanna mitch new figures
Get the tools niggaz, let's show the world how we abuse niggaz
Cock back the hammer and just shoot nigga
All for the loot nigga
We ain't no cute niggaz
Tryin' to knock boots nigga
We out here choosin' nigga
[Hook]
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Young Buck | I Know You Want Me | /y/young+buck/i+know+you+want+me_20409273.html | Yeah!
Poetry in motion
One take, daddy
This is how we do it in person, man
Ladies and gentleman!
You are now tuned in to the very best
Jazze Phizzel
Jazze Pha - that is for all you numb skulls out there
Hey, speakin' of pimpin' - that's my nigga
Young Buck!
[Chorus]
Just hop in my ride
If you want some
We can only get high
If you want some
Gotta open them wide
If you want some
I can see in your eyes that you want some
I know you want me, shawty
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know you want me
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know you want me, shawty
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know you want me
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know you want me, shawty
[Young Buck]
These hos out here love me
I get it wet
Niggas' old ladies want to fuck me
You should see the shit
I'm nothin' like them other thugs
That eat it quick
Too many niggas in this club
I need a bitch
We park right up in the front
You see the six
I puff some smoke up out my blunt
And pop the Crys
I gotta find me a model
I like 'em thick
I make her hop in my Impala
Go take a trip
Clean off my shoe and pop my collar
I'm rich, bitch
Oh, what, you never seen a balla?
Well, this is it
I make that pussy feel good
Till you tell me quit
And I won't tell nobody that you let me hit
Psych!
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
Okay then, shawty, if you ready
Then let's go
Let's take it from the dirty to the East and West Coast
A couple shots of Patron
Let's have a sex show
I got a lot but' baby
You can be my best ho
I see you watchin' a playa
She like my dress code
Rockin' these Cartier's
Drinkin' that X-O
I know a place that we can go
And get low
You wit' a gangsta
You ain't never felt like this before
And if you know that pussy good
Then hit tha floor
Shake that ass like you should
Go get that dough
I'll make you love me if you let me
Fo' real though
See, down here we put Chevy's ridin' real slow
So come on
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
Don't get scared, girl
Show me what you got
Show me what you got
Just show me what you got
I said, don't get scared, girl
Show me what you got
Show me what you got
Just show me what you got
C'mon, don't get scared, girl
Show me what you got
Show me what you got
Just show me what you got
I said, don't get scared, girl
Show me what you got
Just show me what you got
Just show me what you got
[Chorus]
[Jazze Pha]
You are now tuned in to the very best
The very best
Jazze Phizzel productizzel
Phizzel, Phizzel, Phizzel, Phizzel, Phizzel
Hey, we doin' it real big, man
South squashin', pimpin', and monster makin', man
Jazze Pha and Young Buck
Tennessee connection, man
South Memphis meets Cashville
Ten-a-key
Ten-a-key
We doin' it real big, man
Ten-a-key
Pimpin' USA, baby
Man, it feels like suede, baby
I mean, what do you expect, baby?
Show me what you got
Show me what you got
Show me what you got
Go on, sing it, boy
You the beautifulest thing here
Don't let 'em stop you
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Young Buck | Lose My Mind | /y/young+buck/lose+my+mind_20409663.html | [Intro:]
Yeah man is like I don't been to so much man I don't see so much shit out here
man, all this material shit this shit don't mean a shit to me man, No its like
I didn't do so much man I ain't got no shit to show for man, no fuck the world
man, no Buck the world, yeah Buck the world I like that, yeeaah
[Verse:]
Everybody trying to KILL me
I don't have no friends
Am by myself in this MOTHAFUCKIN pen
Don't you DISS me, nothings going right and yeah I wanna fight
So I'm jumping in the night you gonna RESPECT me
I don't wanna talk my nerves bad and I having suicidal thoughts
Somebody WATCHING me I can feel the heat who ever in here is scared
I can hear they heart beat and they are not STOPPING me
I'm out of control like a nigga locked up then just got out of the hole
What the DO TO ME, put me in this game give me all this fame
And expect for me to change my fucking mind
[Chorus:]
You mothafuckas don't know me (lets go)
You mothafuckas don't know me (yeeah)
You mothafuckas don't know me (come on)
You mothafuckas don't know me
[Verse:]
I am not going to jail, we gonna smoke our weed
We don't need no help, you don't wanna fuck with me
I do not tell, ya won't get enough, I'm from the neighborhood where we trow
the first punch, get out of my way, I had a bad day
My brother wouldn't die if I had my AK, ya don't feel me
I am on the edge, so when I woke up on the wrong side on the bed
You don't love me, you just like my call and if I'm ever with broke you find
another star, don't you touch me, I don't need a wife I love my lil girl but
her momma needs a life
[Chorus:]
You mothafuckas don't know me (come on)
You mothafuckas don't know me (yeeah)
You mothafuckas don't know me (lets go)
You mothafuckas don't know me (yeeah)
You mothafuckas don't know me (yeeah)
The business is entertainment
And what entertains the customers is the sight of blood
Cam, I mean I was being nice to him
Okay I' get him
Yo niggaz worship the ground I walk on I make mills of the tracks I talk on
Its king, KING
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Young Buck | Money Good | /y/young+buck/money+good_20410573.html | G-Unit!!
Aiyyo if you got more than a hundred dollars in your pocket
Aiyyo make some noise in this bitch
Cause I'm gettin money like a muh'fucker y'all (YEAH!)
Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now
Work for the money money (get it, get it) put it down now
Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now
Work for the money money (get it, get it) put it down now
Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now
Work for the money money (let's go!) put it down now
Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now
Work for the money money (get it, get it) put it down now
Twenty six's got me big big wheelin'
Money over bitches, I'ma get me a million
Thangs done changed, I'm hotter than a flame
So it's no time for me to beef with Jada, Joe or Game (Game)
Diamonds in my chain (chain) a Chevy in my yard
And a baby blue Phantom that I keep in the garage (uh-oh!)
Come here, let me talk to you, show you what my grill 'bout
Ice like Paul Wall but I can't take mine out (Yeahhh!)
Let's play the game "Big Bank Take Lil' Bank"
Flood it like Katrina, make sure that your ship sank (damn!)
You would think money's growin on trees
The way your boy run through a couple hundred G's
Fresh white tee 'bout to get my hustle on (yeah!)
I ain't goin to the club, 'til all my work gone (C'MON!)
I'm leanin on the leather, and grippin on the wood
And I can build whatever, you know my money good, yeah
[Chorus]
If can get money (money) I be in the hood (hood)
I be stackin' paper like a real nigga should
My money good, get money!! We ballin' in the hood
Money good, get money!! We ballin' in the hood
I be pimpin' hard (hard) and I got them hoes (hoes)
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, get money!! We ballin' in the hod
Money good, get money!! We ballin' in the hod
I got my mind on my money (money) my money on my mind (mind)
I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some (Yeahhhh!)
I'm sellin' everythang (thang) and savin' every dime (dime)
I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some (Yeahhhhh!)
Fifty for the watch (watch) a hundred for the bracelet
I'm headed to the top (top) I can damn near taste it
I represent my block (block) and give away the ones (c'mon!)
The hustle never stops so my job is never done (ayy!)
So tell me what it costs (costs) and show me who the boss (boss)
Put your money where your mouth is, I'ma break him off (break him off)
If you wanna know the reason why I act like that
I can fit a half a mil' in this Louie backpack, yeah
[Chorus]
Go and do your thang (thang) just don't get caught
Let your money talk (Hey!) I let my money talk for me
If shorty wanna hate, then tell the bitch to walk
Let your money talk (Hey!) I let my money talk for me
Call me what you want, but you can't call me broke (broke)
Cause gettin' big bags of money's all we know (know)
Marble floors in the projects, ghetto millionaire
All this Gucci in my closet, I don't know what to wear (yeah!)
Bentley outside by the ice cream truck (truck)
Just ride through the hood, ask 'em if they seen Buck (Buck)
Thought I wouldn't make it, but look at me now
That's why I painted the Benz the same color as Cristal (Let's go!)
[Chorus]
Get money!!
Hey, get money!!
Get money!!
Hey, get money!!
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Young Buck | Thou Shall | /y/young+buck/thou+shall_10196122.html | G-Unit!!!
Yeah...
You better kill me
50, lemme get these niggas
(get 'em Buck!!!)
I brush my teeth, load my clip, and go bust my heat
I'm in too deep, I can't say fuck the streets
I need some sleep, the fiends still comin'
Bush 'bout to blow this bitch up
Better get money, dead bodys get picked up
I'm David in teen's now
Niggas we're digital, but they work triple beams now
I'm livin' for me now, 'cause I done went to war with the other side
Lucky me, 'cause the enemies mother and brother died
Hot shot gun shell's and teflon chest plate's
It's tatt'ed on my arm nigga, thugin' till my death day
Ya'll niggas just wait, right after my court date
It's gonna get grimey, like new york say
Bitch niggas horse play, real niggas gon' spray
Bang the fo', change clothes, and come back the same day
Better holla mayday, 'cause we comin'
And we gunnin at any muthafucka want sumthin
They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga and I will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
'Cause niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real
They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga and I will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
'Cause niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real
I'm already dead, can't kill me nigga
And even if I do die, I'm still gon' kill ya
I'm unfamiliar with a lot of these soldiers
I go out in the road, and niggas think that it's over
Runnin, the fiends all puttin too much soda on the d'
You would think niggas know, 'cause they older than me
Been here longer than me, and still peace'n a ounce out
How can ya' be a birdman, if you don't know how to count
It's back to the black gloves, and home invasions
Puttin holes in a nigga, the size of a gold dayton
No I'm not waitin on nothin, no more
Eather you pay me what you owe me, or I'm cuttin ya throat
Nigga ya baby momma know me, go and ask the hoe
How I done tied her ass up over a bag of dope
I'll be glad to go to the pen over revenge
I'm comin' out the same way, a nigga went in
They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga and I will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
'Cause niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real
They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
But rub me the wrong way, nigga and I will
Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel
'Cause niggas'll put a hole in ya ass, and that's real
Boom!, g-unit!!!, we on some military shit nigga
You better kill us all, 'cause we commin'
Muthafucka's!
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Young Buck | War Witcha Homeboy | /y/young+buck/war+witcha+homeboy_20404163.html | [Intro]
Nigga, G-Unit Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap shit
Could have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois, ya'know?
Shit fucked up, but dis how it goes...
[Verse]
Came up (Yuh!), I did my thang
Dis is so real I ain't sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther King
'Till tha Fed's came sayin' my whole fuckin' team (Huh!)
Switched my game up, started from tha bottom (Why?!)
My Daughter on tha way I don't need these problems (Aiight)
Find me a new job - I wanna rap
So I got myself a new squad, got out tha trap
Didn't have too many niggas ridin' wit' me then (Uh)
But now everybody wanna ride in my Benz (Uhh!!)
Dis one nigga dat I called a friend of mine
He was really right there when I didn't have a dime (Yeahh!)
But I stayed on tha grind, waited in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people started to listin
It's G-Unit now so I put him in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he called his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in like "Damn, let's start dis." (C'monn!)
Brought him round 50 to show him what he got
He looked at me quickly and said he was hot
We was on our way, straight to tha top
But my homeboi feel like his man need to drop (Uh ohh)
His frustration kicks in, now here we go
My homeboi feelin' like I owe a lil' mo'
Meanwhile dis tha 1st week my album out (Okayye!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't have a house (Phureal!)
Stay focused tha way I post dis
When tha lights on, you can see tha roaches (Uh huh)
Shit got bad, my homeboi really got mad
'Cause he started losin' everythang dat he had (Aahh!)
Nobody to blame but who else, Guess who?
He started sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!!)
Now I can't live around dis beef stuff (Nah)
Dis ain't New York, my city ain't big enough
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy wit' guns and shit (C'monn)
Askin' The Lord how did it come to dis (Why?!)
There he goes, right there with his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, let's git dis ova
Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move
Where my homeboi at, what he say he gon' do? (Huh!)
Outta nowhere, my homeboi show his face (Aye!)
But one of his souljas pull a gun from his waist (Dayum!!)
I started to shoot, but I looked in his eyes
And then I realized dat he didn't wanned die
So it's back to my homeboi, Wussup now?!
He like "Damn Buck, you really actin' fucked up now"
I'm like "Nawhh, niggas say you trynnah kill me."
Glock still out nobody gittin' near me (Unh uh)
A car door opens, and who do I see?!
My homeboi artist who was down wit' me
He holla "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up" (What?!)
I wadn't thinkin' I just fucked ya man up
Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)
Told my homeboi "Ya mayn's an act up" (Nigga!!)
Weeks went by, and we got back cool
First it's shame on 'em, then it's shame on you (You!)
'Cause these same ol' dues dat I let back round (Okayye)
Doin' all kinds'a shit behind my back now
Wanna sleep wit' tha enemy to make some noise? (Aiight!)
But dis how it go in tha streets, when you war witcha homeboi
[Outro]
They smilin' in ya face
All tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
They smilin' in ya face
All tha time they wanna take ya place (Backstabbas.. Backstabbas..)
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Young Buck | Welcome To The South | /y/young+buck/welcome+to+the+south_10196126.html | Young Buck:
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon
G-Unit In This Bitch, G-Unit In This Bitch
The Dirty, Dirty
Show 'Em How The South Do
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
Working This Wood Wheel, Ya'll Don't Know How Good It Feel
Just Come To Cashville, Ya'll Gon See How Hood It Is
We In The Projects, Cookin' Chikens In The Kitchen
We Go to Prison, But Get Out And Go Back To Gettin' It
Your Hood Ain't No Harder Than Mine, Bitch, We All Thuggin'
We Fight In Clubs, Hit The Parkin Lot, And Start Bustin'
I Know I'm Country, I can't Help It I'm From Tennessee
I'm Throwin' Up This Hennisey, And Blowin Up My Enemies
Ya'll Niggas Remember Me? Not Because The Bird's Tennekee
But Young Buck Been A G', I Give A Fuck Who You Be Boy
I Want In On Everything, A Dime Bag, If So Come See Me For It
To Be A Star, All You Need Is A Pyrex Jar
Some Soldiers, And Some Baking Soda, You Can Buy That Car
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
David Banner:
I Swear On The Soul's Of Our Dead Cousin's
I Ain't Fuckin, Man I'm Commin Ak 40's Bustin',
7's And Mack 11's
I Told 'Em All I Ain't No Hoe
But Niggas Don't Listen Till You Kick A Nigga,
Smack Him With That Callico
I'm Tryin To Stay In Gods Plan
But I Hadta Show These Faggots That Your Fuckin With A Man, Ya Bitch!
I Left Them Niggas Needin'Path
And Ya'll Probly Won't Live To See This Weekend,
Gotta Go, Gotta Go, FUckin Mash Out
I Hit The Dro' A Lil More And Then I Pass Out
Crashin' The H2, Bitches I Hate You
Now you Keep Talkin Shit, I Kidnap And Ducktape You
Let Them Faggots Rape You
Then It's Back To Mississippi, If Ya Boys Want Revenge
Tell Them Bitches Come And Get Me
'cause I Was Born In This Bitch To Die
I'm In Queens, In Your 'Lac, With Your Bitch, Gettin' High
Young Buck:
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
Lil Flip:
I'm The King, It Ain't No Mystery, So Fuck Ya'll Niggas Dissin' Me
I'm Goin' Down In History, I'm Leavin' With A Victory
Yo' Baby Momma Kissin' Me, Talkin' 'Bout She Missin' Me
Since I'm A Star, When I Hit The Door, They Never Friskin' Me
'cause I Pack A Pound, Just Ask Around, Like 50 "I'll Back You Down"
Run To Ya' Crib And Snach Ya' Pounds, Everybody On The Ground
You Know My Niggas Hold Me Down, What Goes Around Comes Around
I Represent H-Town, Still Run The Underground
With Bricks On The Greyhound, Spree's On My Escalade
I'm Glad I Made It Out The Game, It Gotta Be A Better Way
Now We Gettin' Cheeda', Now We On Another Level
It's Clover G And G-Unit, Young Buck, Shut 'Em Down
Young Buck:
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's
The Dirty, Dirty Baby
Show 'Em How The South Do
We Pop Pills, Shoot To Kill, You Know What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
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Young Buck | Where The Haters At? | /y/young+buck/where+the+haters+at_20404123.html | [Chorus: Young Buck]
They was glad I was broke, mad 'cause I'm rich
So put that nigga out if it's a hater in this bitch (uh-oh!!)
Stuntin in the club, make 'em start a riot
Throw my hood up then go take it outside
[Repeat]
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Why you hate me nigga? Yo baby momma love me
She see me in the club, and runs up and hug me
I show her no love, she keep on comin back
Tellin me she got yo club, and where yo money at
It must be my 'Lac, that's sittin on Pirellis
The way I count stacks, that's got these niggas jealous
See I'm hard on a hoe, I get down for mine
You need a hand-out bitch, don't waste ya time
If you don't work (you don't work), you don't eat (you don't eat)
We go to jail, go to church, go to sleep
I'm ridin' 'round wit Scrappy in the A wit my heat
Tryna figure out how to get to Peachtree
Come on nigga
[Verse 2: Lil' Murder]
Young nigga, but a certified playa
But youse a bitch nigga, youse a bonafide hater
They was glad I was broke, but now I'm livin major
Hustlin and servin niggas like a waiter for the paper
We ridin down the strip in sumthin so wet
When ya bitch see a nigga, wanna suck a nigga dick
Smokin' dro and drinkin' liquor till a nigga get sick
Every city, every state, it's the same ol' shit
Nigga money make the world go 'round so get ya hustle on
These niggas snitchin' so much, I'm like "fuck a phone"
Mad 'cause I'm on, they love to see me down
I know you gon' let me shine and get mine
Nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: All-Star]
Look, hatin' ain't healthy, nigga so keep it movin'
These shots will wake ya whole hood up, I'm sleepin' through it
Chea, I'm used to it, I done made a gun fire
Pull the trigger one time, sound like a gun fight
You was glad I was broke, now ya mad 'cause ya hoe
Love it when a nigga put it in the back of her throat
Buck, Hi-see, Murder, and Star, we ain't never scared
I don't need my pistol in the club, I'll brawl there
I know hustlers that do deal white
Jump stupid, find out what these boots feel like
Yea, y'all know me, All-Star I'm so street (yea)
What it is, what it ain't, what it gon be
[Verse 4: Hi-C]
I don't bust my gun, like a halftime football game
I aimed straight and I took y'all name
And ya whole click look all lame
You can catch me in the house with a pyrex and it cook all caine
Put that metal in ya mouth, you gon swear I was doctor walls
I'm in the club with my muthafuckin' glock in drawers
I had to let my nuts hang, so I dropped my balls
You ain't hit him wit no bullets nigga shot the walls
You shoot to scare, I aim and kill
When I dump on you, they gon think yo brain ain't real
I'm heavyweight in the game, you featherweight
When they hear a nigga take a loss, they wanna celebrate
Bitch
[Chorus]
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Young Dro | 100 Yard Dash | /y/young+dro/100+yard+dash_20359833.html | Young Dro
Y'all already know what it is when I'm on that Ecstasy
Who dis is? Grand Hustle? Aye let's do it nigga
All we make is cash, straight drop glass
Niggas try to jack it, we'll straight drop ass
Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard dash
I'ma bank head veteran, got 'em takin' eccederin
Suckas caught headaches when they saw me on David Letterman
Ride 'round sever an' off the heads to my brother en
Man, this gangsta picture been on Paul Wall ever since
I was young wit medicine, now I'm in the yellow bent
Thought the shit was lame, Das, why I ain't go and get the yellow tint?
Tell 'em Kent we ride phantoms supplyin' anthems
Body full of reptile camo's and fine pampers
Shine amper, fox fur, submarine boxster
Kill a nigga ass on time, they call me clockster
Light skin Mossberg, not the black but the chrome one
26 Davins, the black back with the chrome front
All we make is cash, straight drop glass
Niggas try to jack it, we'll straight drop ass
Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard dash
Aye look, Brasco Astro
Big shipment in advance, dead fresh nigga plaid put on castro
Give 'em what they ask for, 20 thousand in sacks
Stand on the trap till I see the damn task force
Come back in a black porche, me and Bola
This Xtaci time, when the sunshine's it's over
White cola, systems are metric, force successive
Ain't no choice, I'm aggressive
My brauds walk on giseptics and nati
Mark Jacobs in the maple Marzarati
I'm rich, nothin' to do, so I'm taking up karate
And I'm taping up my body like the NFL quarterback
Michael Vick shit, I know how to bring a quarterback
All we make is cash, straight drop glass
Niggas try to jack it, we'll straight drop ass
Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
Choppa make a nigga do a hundred yard dash
Bitch please, shawty I know you ain't got these
Varagomas on my face and some Juicy Gator jeans
Bitch I'm ballin' wit some pimps who be lettin' they shoulda lean
Know them grills gone bling and them banks go ching
Listen, I'm a queen, five carat ring
See through blouse and my nipples ain't seen
Everybody know that I'm quick to beat a hoe ass
In a quick flash, make them bitches hit the floor fast
Drop top in the other seat, I got plenty cash
Always first class, bitch I was made to last
You a old rag still stuntin' wit a coach bag
Young fly bitches like to ride when the beat blast
All we make is cash, straight drop glass
Niggas try to jack it, we'll straight drop ass
Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
Choppa make a nigga do a hundred yard dash
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Young Dro | Hear Me Cry | /y/young+dro/hear+me+cry_20406993.html | Ay, boi, wat's up, wat's hannenin'?
It's ya boy, Young Dro, fuckin' around with me, man
I'ma teach ya niggas how to cry, ya keep fuckin' with me
I been doing hard shit, right, shit get fucked up
A lot of shit get fucked up, do about it, nigga
Could you do? Could you do? Yeah
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
I miss grand momma Maggie, I miss Josh
Ponto, I neva fogot cha, plus they killed Tasha
On top of that, I got shot up and guess who did it, my patna
Askin' God is it probably okay if he could just wash it away?
See the expression that I got on my face
See the weapon that I got on my waist
I'm still trippin', my mom still slippin'
Pray for me and wait for me as soon you and my daughter get rich
These days for me T.I. made a way for me
And Jason had a place for me
Doug on the case with me plus Hannah they makin' me straight
They knew I'm ghetto but I got what it takes
See the PSC without me, they fake, my niggas
God is my witness and I'm cryin' the time I'm living
But I will never give up walkin' to my rhythm, like wat?
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
I never talked about this but now is the time
I tried to let it go but this shit destroyed my mind
My homie, his momma dying and his baby daughter, she blind
She got no one to play with nuttin' but a daughter that's mine
I'm takin' more than time, Lord, hurry, they killed Brian
And plus they killing kids, hurry up, 'fore they kill mine
Killing time, lately there's a funeral, I'm soon to go
Young Dro, bless me in peace and look at the moon blow
Thinking about wen my daddy got high and I had my room closed
Broke, I can't survive winter wearing these June clothes
Blooms slow up with flower, I'll die in hours
The water gone off but I'm cool, my tears shower me
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
I'm finna cry man, call Quntay
This shit hurt for real tip, call Donsay
Tell him that I meant for one day
For us to make shit, shawty that nig shot me up
I couldn't take it
Plus I had to wear a shit bag but I forgave him
He shot me but God helped me fly off like a raven
Don't hate him, pray for him
Zayzay made a way for him, my homeboy died, yeah [Incomprehensible]
All I got is faith, pimp and money from the seventies
All kind of felonies, a playa like Bill Bellame
I'ma go to heaven, nigga, fuck, wat y'all tellin' me
Fuck it, I'ma stop rappin', shawty, sang this hear
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm
Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom
Heads high at the moon, moon, moon
And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon
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Young Dro | It Ain't Over | /y/young+dro/it+aint+over_20694322.html | Extreme-aai
This system x2 (hey...)
Street my x2
Classic x3
Right about now x2
Come on, all tha ladies,
Get on tha dance floor
And just get you're ass on
Come on come on and just
[Chorus x2]
Fuck tha fat lady, lean over to tha trap lady sane
Fish, scaleboy, nineteen eighty kane
Eighty chevey frame, ride 4 and everythang
Diamonds in my chain, shining on tha lane
[Verse 1]
(i want you to check this out, hey)
My car fusha, everything's super
Lights camera action, no time for bloopers
Fishscale shawty, I'm tha blue coop mover
Definitely lot of losers, snatching bro'd n used up
Show her how to blow on my glass, eighty cash
Eighty pecks of decks, and tha classical eighty jazz
Eighty bags of money, eighty macks from royne
A.K.A. they turning beef to eighty packs of bologne
They waited on me, telling when its my time to cool it
Blue chevey sit tall, like a colorado moose do
My cookies drown like moons too, my regal look like prune juice
Why should I be bishop, I'm drizzled, I got my own juice
Own crew, own 26s on my own coop
Own crib, own bricks, plus I own a couple chicks
Know how to put bitches on they own, let her suck a dick
Hey one when one look biggin, they gotta be licking pussy
Money push it, bitch we got a avalanch block
With mo cocain then they can pull off of tha dock
Cut em off, viro ain't bitches ain't a thang
In tha chair with tha brains gettin brains, diamonds on my chain
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2]
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Young Dro | They Don't Really Know Bout Dro | /y/young+dro/they+dont+really+know+bout+dro_20370343.html | Dro, Dro
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
Niggaz swear they know about Dro
But they say they smokin' that Dro
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
Niggaz try stoppin' me, fulfill him like a prophecy
While them hoes watchin' me and while them hoes jockin' me
Feds tried to rocket me and knock me out properly
I was on a robbery my gat sung operaly
Five hundred dollar bill teach 'em 'bout Monopoly
Mansion wit the bed in it models lay on top of me
Niggaz tried droppin' me them slugs bounced off of me
Murder niggaz softly, the judge still walkin' me
Hoes get chunked off bitches can't talk to me
Catch a nigga crossin' me they gotta get the law for me
Twenty six possibly I sang to 'em gossiply
I'mma die awesomely with grands on the top of me
Mockin' me, I'll turn ya chest into podomy
Everything mafia growin' up Gotti G
Four fifteen's in the trunk I got a lotta beat
How could these niggaz be Dro? They don't know how to be
Dro
Niggaz swear they know about Dro
But they say they smokin that Dro
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
Niggaz swear they know about Dro
But they say they smokin that Dro
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
First I let my chain glow y'all know how that thang go
Put them colors in my rims now I'm ridin' rainbow
Hood nigga fuck 'em all I'm at Charlie train po'
Orange Daytona me and Kuntry ridin' mango
Umbrellas pop out the Phantom do' when it rain though
Polo that fresh like I'm Carson but I ain't lame though
Niggas say I'm fly wit the rappin' but I can sang though
What you know 'bout High tower Ridge and Delmar Lane though
Tech jump out when I'm bustin' but I can aim though
Make a hundred thou if you touch it you get yo brains blowed
M and M, Regal the fuck is you in my lane fo'
Nigga you don't see these goons and what they bring war
Water paint Chevy lil' buddy said that's my rain car
800 Benz lil' 'cause this ain't the same car
Danger anger Herne Home ranger
I was sellin' dope before Jesus was in a manger
Dro
Niggaz swear they know about Dro
But they say they smokin' that Dro
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
Niggaz swear they know about Dro
But they say they smokin' that Dro
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
Dro you can smell me, sell me, hail me
Nigga come short on that gram you gotta scale me
Young Dro post season wit bald head L be
Right by auntie Rachel where Tee tee and me and Lynelle be
Y'all ridin' twenty four's I ride February
Twenty eight inches try to jack and you'll get buried
Twelve gauge shell heat I [?] don't like to bury
Knock a nigga teeth out his mouth for the tooth fairy
Baskin Robbins paint on my Chevy my whip berry
Fifty bricks shawty man, we blew them thangs every week
Last week my Cutlass was blue but it change every week
I be in the club brand new in that thang every week
Haters in the club I shoot two of them lames every week
Y'all game very weak ain't nothin' you can tell me
Pull up in a pearl V they be like, "How the hell he
Sittin' up in the Phantom on Simpson eatin' a twelve piece?"
That's Dro
Niggaz swear they know about Dro
But they say they smokin' that Dro
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
Niggaz swear they know about Dro
But they say they smokin' that Dro
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
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Young Dro | What It Is | /y/young+dro/what+it+is_20359873.html | Young Dro, Young Dro
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Jazze Phizzle production Young Drooo
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Are you a killer? What it is
Oh yeah, what it is
Drug dealer, what it is
Young player, riding's hard
I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high, I just wanna be up in the air
I'm in the air (come down)
Ain't coming down (why?)
Up here dammit (where?)
Ain't coming down (please)
Bubbilish coat, twenty six's in the town
I'm a killer too,
Killing bitches in town
Chevy with the beat down
Make you spin around
I could fishtail
Off Fishdale
Ask the niggas over there
If I'm the shit there
I don't tolerate
My impala grape
Bring the top out
Bet I discombobulate
I'm a tough nigga
You a fuck nigga
See me in the club all prodded up nigga
I got a semi too
My whole penny do
I got diamonds, earned like Winnie Pooh
Given talapia
And caviar for dinner too
Mafia as a mother fucker
Don't make me have to get at you
I throw a hundred shots
Plus fifty-two
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
My car actually
Willy Wonka factory
Ice look like raspberry
These hoes tryna tackle me
Nigga I'm a killer I suggest you don't come after me
Bitch I'll be in Collipark
Plus I'll on Mcafee
Bankhead faculty
Boy you need to rap with me
Come and talk to me
Before I open up your cavity
Shots come rapidly
I told you not to mess with me
I don't play with little boys
You trying to Michael Jackson me?
Know a nigga ride in the air fantastically
Till their daddy kill somethin else
I put my rims up
Actually, car flop purple when the sun come
When it get dark that thing
It'll look Dro won
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Mink coat
Shit polar bear
Hoes over here
Hoes over there
I'm about to take flight
I'm goin' in the air
Candy with the gloss
I'm about to lift it off
Can't you see someone on me you don't like
And then lick it out
We don't need to look at a town
We rip em off
My wrist forty
Forget how much tip costs
Buy a hundred k I don't wanna play
Young Dro rides tall on a summer day
Selling dope, it be junkies where my mama's day
Bad hoes get treated like runaways
Bitch you need to go home cool out and smoke a blunt today
Go and say how my cutlass look like egg yolk
I keep two with me all in the bed though
My money fed though
It's Grand Hustle bread boy
We got twenty eight inches in the air
What you scared for?
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
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Young Jeezy | 3 A.M. | /y/young+jeezy/3+am_20382263.html | Uh, ay, uh, ay, uh, ay, ay, ay
(mumbling) Here we go, here we go
Let's get it
It's Young Jizzle and I'm back with Timbo (whoa)
With another hit, ya still stuck in a limbo (damn)
An adlib here, and an adlib there (ay)
Fuck it, adlibs everywhere (yeah)
As I proceed to give ya what you need (need)
Spit tre drop, nigga cocoa leaves (leaves)
A-Town pimp, tell me what you know about it
Wanna talk white, I'll tell ya what I know about it (ha ha)
I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican (damn)
Sophomore year, but I spit it like a veteran (yup)
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with somethin' hot cause a nigga horny (yeah)
Now I'm in the parking lot, baby all over me (ha ha)
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha (let's go)
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Got my thing, cocked cause them boys they be on it (yeah)
niggas they be talkin' but, they don't really want it (what ya say?)
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha (let's go)
The flow's so cold (yup) and I'm so cool (whoa)
Let a nigga try, I'm a act a damn fool (ay)
Got that welfare, we call it old school
Then we mix it all up, call it Pro Tools (ha ha)
Serve em demo tracks (tracks) let em demo that (yeah)
All these bitches in the club, where the bad ones at? (huh)
She got a mean walk (walk) I got a big stick (yeah)
I see ya muggin' homie, I got a full clip (yeah)
See I master that, and then I mastered this
Then I bring it all back, I gotta master wrist
I was on dro (dro) and she was on Hen (Hen)
She was on her, and I was zonin' (let's get it)
[Chorus]
Verse three, I'm back to the basics (yup)
Fresh out the jeweler, came back with the bracelet (ay)
Blowing haze yea dogg I can taste it
Parked the 430 came back in a spaceship (damn)
And my whip game (game) is so sick man (yeah)
I double up every time I flip man (whoa)
Birds by the flocks, clips in the glocks
Multi-platinum, still watchin' for the cops (ha ha)
Ya girl keep sweating me, she staring at my rocks (rocks)
Me I'm gee'd up, grabbing on my...huh?
I walk it how I talk it, play it how I say it
Me and Timb on the track, but everybody play it
[Chorus]
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Young Jeezy | Air Forces | /y/young+jeezy/air+forces_20376893.html | I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't did what I did
Where you from, you gotta get how you live
Everybody already know jeezy real street nigga
Every time you see me all around street niggaz
I hope you got yours I keep mine
In the club blowing dro throwing gang signs
And you already know, dog
745 back to back me and O dog
These other niggaz is jokers
What they rein up with I spent it up all the strokers
In one night eight bitches sipped bottles of Cris
Forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist
Keep bread so we carry dem toaster
But keep back though my earrings ferocious
It's not just my imagination
I'm the one in the topic of your conversation
Jack boyz say they gon rob
But on the real fuck niggaz, y'all don't want these problems
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't did what I did
Where you from, you gotta get how you live
Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap
The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap
Y'all say we country niggaz yee-haw
The money comin back and forth like a seesaw
And y'all ain't never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks or white rolls
What they got Lil Pha, they don't care 'bout shit
Ludacris, how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks
Shit, I spit it for y'all
On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y'all
Who gives a fuck about friends?
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz
While y'all robbing and boosting
I'm standing over the stove like the chef in Houston
And it's not about the flip mane
Want the real bread it's all about your whip game
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't did what I did
Where you from, you gotta get how you live
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my air forces
And you ain't did what I did
Where you from, you gotta get how you live
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Young Jeezy | Bang | /y/young+jeezy/bang_20376823.html | [Chorus]
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around
Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang
Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang
Eastside! (Hit 'em up bang motherfucker bang)
Westside! (Hit 'em up, bang motherfucker bang)
Do ya thug thing gon' get 'em up
Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair
You better holla at ya partners
Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers
The .45 make my pants sag
Catch me bouncing through the club wit my black flag
You don't like it do something nigga
Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga
And you know we gon' ride homes
Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on
[Chorus]
Me and Jeezy on the back street
Choppers in the back seat
What we fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me
Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee
Looking for the niggas that say they fin to attack me
Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep
Fuck the police I give a damn if they catch me
Wait a minute that's that nigga looking at me
Let off 50 shots you niggas ran like a track meet
I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee
But seeing dem niggas bleed is the only thing that's gon' relax me
I'm hands on nigga damn what you say
All them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A nigga
[Chorus]
Roll up on yo block
All the bullshit stops
Man hoe know that I'm the prince so that ass gon' drop
I was born in the A with things in the way
Smoke weed everyday
Zone 3 where I stay
Yeah I think I'm the shit cause I got an SS
But the shit a old folk so you can receive the letter
I'm the best of the best
And the freshest of the fresh
Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest
Gotta lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous
I don't rep the A by mistake I do the shit on purpose
Do it how it's worth it rim and the cars swerving
It ain't nothing but Lil Scrappy and g's up to start murkinin' ya
[Chorus]
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Young Jeezy | Bottom Of The Map | /y/young+jeezy/bottom+of+the+map_20376793.html | It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
(ay) [5x]
I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha rocks
and them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
(ay) [5x]
[VERSE 1]
I'm strapped up, I'm iced out
a nigga play, its lights out
cost a cool quarter million, that's how you'll find me
swirvin through traffic with them ghouls behind me
ya betta call ya crew, you gon need help
hole car strapped and i ain't talkin seat belts
red cross nigga, yeh we draw blood
hole team got choppers like a bike club
i don't get mad, i just get money
and laugh at these fuck niggas 'cause they so funny
all a gangsta do is stay fresh
45 with the gucci teflon vest
[HOOK]
It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
(ay) [5x]
I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha rocks
and them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
(ay) [5x]
[VERSE 2]
I'm on fire the kids outta control
competition want me to stop, drop, and roll
like i got a flame thrower and some gasoline
set the city on fire thas on everything
i walk around like i got a grip in my pants
yeh thas about 10 stacks got half a brick in my pants
fish scale got papi on speed dial
ya niggas gettin raped ya still gettin oil base
my flow is bananas, the coop is grape
these ?? jeans with the baby nape
dessert on the pillow choppers on the night stand
you can roll the dice play with you're life man
[HOOK]
It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
(ay) [5x]
I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha rocks
and them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
(ay) [5x]
[VERSE 3]
all that tuff talk ya just wastin ya breath
hit ya ass with them things have ya chasin ya breath
you got loose lips..ya betta put a collar on em
black chenelle frames i spent a cuple dollas on em
hoes want the kush just to get mah mind right
?? see the ones get my sound right
mah money come fast so thas how i spit it
trunk soundin like it got a marchin band in it
you in the minor leagues, and I'm a heavy weight
flippin brick houses,we call it real estate
5 thousand by the pound get ya curb serviced
sell a lot of grass like i got a lawn service
[HOOK]
It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map
got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap
(ay) [5x]
I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha rocks
and them ole G niggas with tha tha tha blocks
(ay) [5x]
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Young Jeezy | Bury Me A G | /y/young+jeezy/bury+me+a+g_20382273.html | [Gunshots]
Four shots to the chest, my niggas get at me
They don' fucked around and fucked up my new white tee
I'm just livin' my life, why they mad at me
Woke up this morning, I ain't see this coming
Should I even bust back, you ain't see me running
I hope heaven got a VIP line
Got some partners in hell that'll sneak me in the back door
You know I hate waitin' in line
Paramedics on the way, but they wastin' they time
Everybody standin' over a nigga, screamin'and shit
Damn, ya'll give a nigga a second to think
Which one of you niggas shot me, it was one of you bastards
Let my nigga Kink throw a hundred grand in my casket
[Chorus: x 2]
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw-away glock
Bury me a G, nothin more nothin less
When I get where I'm goin, I just gotta be fresh
Expect the worst, but hope for the best
But you know how it is, amen god bless
I can't leave now niggas owe me money
My nigga on the westside owe me bout a dub
And my partner with a few, shit he owe a nigga too
I should'a hugged my son, should'a kissed my mother
Spent some time with her, show her I love her
Every night she was prayin for me, I was in the streets
Active little nigga, should I stay in some beef
Gucci go through some shit and he really need me
And what about the streets, shit they need me too
I'm on some got Def Jam, shit they owe a nigga too
[Chorus: x 2]
[News report]
We interruped our program to bring you this breaking news story,
I'm Kelly Washington reporting for WKKT Cannel 7
Witnesses say that around 1.45 this morning shots were fired out of an atlanta
nightclub rapper Young
Jeezy was involved in this shooting but at this time it is unclear wether he
was a suspect or the victim
We'll bring you further details as they become available
Back to you [Repeat: x 2]
[Young Jeezy]
I was on my way I was almost gone
I was almost there I was almost home
It was some Kanye shit tryna touch the sky
Jesus walks god testify
I'm a legend like John we're ordinary people
You only get one life there's no sequel
So you can't take nothing for granted
And don't take granted for nothing
So I gotta thank god for waking me up this morning
And giving me this air to breath
Jesus lord forgive me for
Every Gram I sold
Every glock I popped
Every rock that i...
[Chorus: x 4]
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Young Jeezy | By The Way | /y/young+jeezy/by+the+way_20757376.html | Yeah
Just call me young nigga
Our money grown doe
By the way
Lets go yeah
You already know what time it is lets go
[Chorus]
I said I'm young by the way
The one by the way
I ain't trippin'
I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way
The proof by the way
Mr. front up on me
Know I'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way
I'm in the zone by the way
And You can call me
Mr. get em gone by the way
I did it by the way
I was with it by the way
I talk it like I did it
Cause I lived it by the way
[Verse 1]
Young, the boy might go nuts
Holes in niggas just like donuts
Creme be crispy these niggas cant hear me
Must be the wrong size
Cause these niggas cant fit me
Never let em play me
Never let em bullshit me
If they ever bullshit me
Send the coroner to get me
And when the coroner come to get me
I'ma take you pussy's with me
And I ain't trustin' 12 shots
No I keep them choppers with me
And I don't trust you from a ??
Gotta keep them shottas with me
Cant let the goons get bored
Gotta keep them niggas busy
And I ain't trustin' nobody
So I took my money with
Cause last time they got me, get me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Stay on it by the way
I want it by the way
Take it to your mommas momma house
Where everybody stay
Where everybody sleep
Leave everybody sleep
Have a baby by who
Thats everybody freak
Baby like a dry cleaner
Seen everybody's sheets
Take em straight to the hood
Then everybody eat
They went down, I went down
Now everybody cheap
Or should I say cheaper
Or maybe ever lower
You niggas gettin' this shit
Should I talk any slower
Any slower it be screwed
And that would be rude
I'm a man no respect
And Plus I got a sack
Got the west side crackin'
Ask about 'em in the trap
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Turned a brick into a clothing line a boost commercial
And he's still talkin' yo "so who's commercial?"
Young like Noah move them birds by the two
Daddy need to smoke the coupe need a pair of shoes
Got my A.R. on 'em still wont cross over
I gotta half a box left think I need more soda
Still rain man sosa,
Just brought this thing in its too big for a holster
They say I'm bipolar, so indecisive
So motherfucking what, I know some bitches that like it
The real niggas recite it, the real bitches they love it
Its just he way that I strut it, they just like I want 'em so fuck it
[Chorus]
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Young Jeezy | Circulate | /y/young+jeezy/circulate_20772334.html | See I'm a' start off so slow yeah I said so slow
They love me out in D.C. just like gogo
I said gogo yeah I said gogo
See them right with Don Cannon it's a gogo
See I want my song like Cocoa
I like to heat mine up like Cocoa
See dem eight seven Jeans see the logo
Every time a day, count em' baby gogo
You know how the drop be everything slow
You know how the drop be anything goes
Remember back then when I got the snow low
And I was in and out of state just like Romo
Lookin' out for them boys no homo
Can't tell em what your drivin' that a no no
I'm gonna tell you this but keep it on the low low
If it's number two then we might be the popo
Things are gettin' higher
Makes it hard on the buyers
Sun is all around
Sun rise
Sun rise
Push up till we grind
Rent bein' paid late
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Young Jeezy | Gangsta Music | /y/young+jeezy/gangsta+music_20376733.html | I'm here now you old news
Got a couple old porches, couple old schools
I'll line ya ass up push ya tape backwards
'Cause I'm a real nigger I don't like rappers
And that ain't this and this ain't that
And bitch I'm strapped
Fuck wit real nigger that'll cut ya throat
And they don't drink Pepsi they just sell Coke
All I do is talk dro its like my brain on drugs
See me out nigger I do my thing in clubs
Listen up Jeezy gotta a little riddle
Stack of 20-dollar bill two bands in the middle
[Chorus]
All the gangstas they gon ride to this
They goin' grind to this
They goin' shine to this
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and
this is gangsta music
All the hustlers they goin' ride to this
They goin' grind to this
They goin' shine to this
This is hustler music, this is hustler music, this is hustler music, and
this is hustler music
We don't talk on the phone 'cause it might stick
Gotta play for the 7 call it Mike Vick
Dirty birds nigger we play wit them falcons
Know some niggers in the Decatur that pay for them falcons
Talking young hungry niggers eat ya whole plate
Jeezy place the order niggers eat ya whole face
You got me Mr. Scrooge all fucked up
Jump out hit the switch light ya ass up
Carbon 15 wit the one pound drum
Got plenty for any nigga think he wants some
We don't leave 'em at the house we bring 'em out
My chain for yo life we can swap it out
[Chorus]
The hoes love my voice
Make they pussy moist
Certified g shit and I'm the gangster's choice
Niggers popping off hope they bullet proof
Leave holes inside ya like a sunroof
Mack 11 in the club and a sub nose
Swear to God knock you niggers out ya clothes
Lay ya ass flat like a doormat
Niggers ask for but they don't want that
In the rap game takin' niggers clientele
White ones like the powder that I used to sell
Give a fuck about a player hater
Hit 'em wit the tool bust his whole radiator
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Young Jeezy | Get Allot | /y/young+jeezy/get+allot_20772333.html | Cause I get allot of that(I get allot of that)
Put your hands in the air if you get allot of that(if you get a lot of that) I
get allot of that
Put your hands in the air if you get allot of that
[Chorus: x2]
Let's talk about hate cause I get allot of that
Talk about money cause I get allot of that
(I get allot of that, I get allot of that, I get allot of that,)
Cause I get allot of that
This can't be it man this shit is stress full
Is that what it is I'm just successful,
Maybe I'm to good to hood low down no good
I just keep shit real just like you should,
Twist my fingers throw up my hood
Let's get this money I know I would
I know that's right but still we do wrong
J-bo got 30 but still we moved on
Get them clamps out
Get my groove on
I stay iced out
Get my cool on
Best be cool homes
Get my goon on
I'll bust them to homes
Get my lose on
[Chorus]
They say young fell off yeah the boy done lost it
Been porting all my life baby I'm just exhausted
I take a Gatorade break to get everything straight
Now I'm sitting here like how much Gatorade make
How much money would it take to make some mo money
Damn right a nigga straight come get some mo from me
I sold millions made them millions
But still yaw doubt me what's this with out me
Can't be that bad still got my trap swag
And every time I do a show I leave with a trap bag
Money in trash bags
I call that garbage
20 thousand a trash bag
It looks like garbage
[Chorus]
I get allot of that allot of this
I need allot of it
Sit on my bedroom floor counting all of it
That money be Ludacris
It just might shock you
If you can't find Chaka then my right hands keep it
Look I am simply on of the best
Can't even lie i can't vouch for the depressed
Just like zip-lock they get killed in the plastic
Best add five grams so you can weigh it in plastic
I am so dirty they wrap me in plastic
When they wrap me in plastic need to put me in traffic
They say that I'm difficult even different
Show me the difference I'll bring you the difference
[Chorus]
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Young Jeezy | Get Right | /y/young+jeezy/get+right_21049026.html | Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Everybody switching them sides who can you trust
Believe what you wanna believe what's to discuss
Young a type a nigga that throw you the whip and ride the bus
And still give the nigga my last, enough is enough
Bad bitch with me and she makes bread
Let her ride the dick like a Ten Speed
They tell me turn up so I change gear
They know me in this motherfucker like Cheers
Hood nigga yea and I'm living major
Whole fucking hood know I made ya
Whole fucking block know I saved ya
Your own fucking folks knows I raised ya
See I kept it 100 from the fucking start
Call me Mel Gibson, got a brave heart
See they money get low and they get tight
Homie gone with the games, nigga get right
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Stuntin on these hoes
Stuntin on these niggas
Sparkles on the way
Yea we blowin' on these figures
Keep 'em coming we gone do it all night
Got the whole hood with me we bout to
Get right
So now you ain't fucking with me, that's how you feel
Like I was ever fucking with you, get for real
And I ain't done what for who, nigga for real
You claiming that you put niggas on, get you a deal
Acting like Rico from Belly, that's what you doing
Homie don't really know what it is, what you pursuing
But fuck around nigga with Young he'll get you ruined
Thought we was going in tonight, fuck is we doing
Real talk nigga I ain't the bitch type
Don't make me fuck your bitch, bet I'm your bitch's type
Have her looking broad day with a flashlight
Dull ass niggas stay tryin' to find light
Acting ass niggas give 'em 3 strikes
Heard he rapped to the judge gave 'em 3 mics
Never in my life seen niggas acting like dikes
Nigga go'n with the games, homie get right
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell em get right
Call up 'em broads tell em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell em get right
Call up 'em broads tell em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Ain't stuntin' these hoes
Ain't stuntin' these niggas
Sparkles on the way
Yea we blowin' on these figures
Keep 'em coming we gone do it all night
Got the whole hood with me we bout to
Get right
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Young Jeezy | I Do This | /y/young+jeezy/i+do+this_20700027.html | Speedy, you a fool for this one nigga! (Yuh! Haha)
C.T.E. nigga, you already know what it is (Yeeeeeaah)
Twenty one gun salute (Aye!), I 22's on my coupe (Let's go!)
I do this shit!
[Chorus]
Tha Chevy standin' so tall, I'm lookin' down on y'all
That's all I gotta tell you niggas, I do this shit!
Tha ice shine so bright, tha kush burn just right
My last time tellin' you niggas, I do this shit!
Twenty six's inches (Woo!) honey dew outside
Watermelon inside, that's a sweet ride (Daaaamn)
She diggin' me, checkin' out my paint job
And I'm diggin' her, trynna get a blow job (Yeeeeeaah)
And my job's hard, I keep (Hard Work) (Aye!)
Yeah it's hard now, but it was soft first (Gyeah!)
You know, off white, flaked-up, just pale
Chyna Whyte, oil base, talkin' fish scales (Hahaaa)
S550, yeah tha brand new Benz
Bought two tha same color, I call 'em (Siamese Twins) (Daaaamn)
You can't outshine me, you can't outclass me (Nah!)
My wrist so shine, but my neck so flashy (Hahaaa)
I do this shit!
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
I'm with a gang of ho's, we at tha (Pappadeaux) (Gyeah!)
Chevy sittin' on them large pies, call it (Domino's) (Woo!)
Or maybe (Pizza Hut), or even (Papa John's)
They was outta Crys' (Nah), so ordered one
I was like "What!?", call me Lil' Jon (Yeeeeeaah)
Keep it so clean, so I'm fuckin' Don (Aye!)
I'm tha shit biaatch, that's right - tha fuckin' bomb!
Two hundred carats, now that's a fuckin' charm (Daaaamn)
And this my (Lucky Charm), and I ain't talkin' corn flakes (Nope!)
I know Philly niggas and they ain't sellin' cheese stakes (Nah!)
But if ya bread straight, you can get the whole eight (Yuh!)
You don't act right, they comin' for your whole safe
I do this shit!
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Them bricks wrapped up, and I'm strapped up (Yuh!)
Nigga act up! Get capped up! (Brat!!)
See this big toy? Play if you wanna nigga
Head over here, you just around the corner nigga (Woo!)
I'm a heavy-weight, never boxed one round (Nah!)
In and outta state, never lost one pound
Nigga I'm crazy straight (Gyeah!), I flip crazy weight (Aaaye)
Now I flip tha mic', and that's crazy riiight?
((Trap or Die) nigga!) That's my favorite tune
I'm always in tha kitchen, that's my favorite room (Hahaaa)
And I'm bakin' mine, call me Duncan Hines
Ran through a hundred grand, call it a waste of time
I do this shit!
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
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Young Jeezy | Mr. 17.5 | /y/young+jeezy/mr+175_20385113.html | (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
New shoes on the range rover, good one man (vroom)
Motherfuckers acting like I ain't supposed to shine
I ain't the one, definitely not the two (nope)
One in the chamber when we aiming at you
The young Bob Barker, the price is right
If you C.O.D. then you could get them tonight
Put the fish scale on the scale
If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail (ha ha)
Low key, under the radar
Triple black 'Vet, yeah I call it the stealth
No currency machine, I could count it myself
Almost done, another quarter million in ones
Thunder storm in the body-tap, look what I've done
Chump change, I make it rain for fun (whats up)
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
I get them bars out of the back of my mind (that's how)
I reminisce like Mary J
Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay
100 percent served, Snowman's word
You can play my thug and my clientele (why)
I'm addicted to that new car smell
White cookies in a plastic bag
New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag
Whole life flash right before your eyes
See the state troopers and get butterflies
Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches
A minute 14 and Rolex watches
Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain
I get a rush when I tote that 'cane
Get money, Nigga fuck them haters
All we fear is the discovery and inditement papers (whats up)
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own two
200,000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own team
Right to your front door, operation so sweet
I like little dude who keeps his money so neat
But I still bury a nigga
Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Blaou)
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin' awkward
Careful with the sweets, don't burn my seats
You could live your whole life and not come close
Guess that's why these rap niggas take notes
Recite my adlibs, borrow my quotes
Make me I hop a nigga, serve them with the toast
Next, they be dressing like me
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me (whats up)
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
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Young Jeezy | Nothing | /y/young+jeezy/nothing_20990966.html | [Chorus]
Man them young niggas killing bout nothing
Show up at the spot with the choppers like nothin'
Full fifty shots, clear the block like nothin'
If you made it from the bottom to the top like nothing
You don't owe a nigga nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing,
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
You don't owe a nigga nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
You don't owe a nigga
Put your cups in the air, I'd like to make a toast
In case it goes down, yeah you know I got my toast
And when you really from the streets that's when they hate you most
And when you really got it then that's when they hate you close
Knew him back in the day when we was gettin money
Now every time I see the nigga he be actin funny
Don't you niggas see it? I'm a little pressed for time
Wanna talk about the past, told 'em press rewind
And I ain't feelin what you sayin ho, you out of place
I have you feeling what I'm sprayin' yeah it's on my waist
I'm trying to chill, smoke a couple with my lady friend
So they can meet me at the telly in the latest Benz
[Chorus]
Nigga you see me getting mine, you better get yours
Are you the one doing the serving or you gettin served?
Or you the one doing the jackin, or you gettin jacked
Or you the one that's goin hard or you fallin' back
And I don't believe in falling back, bitch I'm goin hard
They wanna see me fucked up, man I swear to God
They praying that I fail, I'm praying that I rise
I guess the hating didn't work so now they tellin lies
Oh he ain't did this, and he ain't did that
Boy keep it real wit ya self, you know he lived that
You ain't real, you don't give em what they asking for
Such a real nigga, what the fuck you askin' fo'
[Chorus]
And you don't even know a nigga, what you hating for?
And I ain't going nowhere so what you waiting for?
Beat the street, this rap shit cake and ice cream
Fuck the selling words, bitch I sold ice cream
From the bottom to the top, that's a nice dream
How you make it out young? I had a nice scheme
And I don't owe a nigga shit, better get it right
Just know a nigga stayed down each and every night
Hands on, yeah I broke down my own things
Hands on, yeah I counted up my own chains
Fifties over here, twenties over there
You know the rest, nigga, fives and singles everywhere
[Chorus]
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Young Jeezy | Put On | /y/young+jeezy/put+on_20741488.html | I put on, I put on, I put on, I put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
When they see me off in traffic, they say "Jeezy on some other shit"
Send them pussy niggas runnin' straight back to the dealership
Me I'm in my spaceship, thats right I work for N.a.s.a
This 7H is not a fraud, call that bitch my bodyguard
Call that bitch your bodyguard? Yeah, that's my bodyguard
Wear a lot of jewelry, Young don't do security
What's whiter than a napkin, harder than a dinner plate
If you want it come and get it, you know I stay super straight
Ran up in my spots and now I'm workin' Out the Super 8
Know you niggas hungry, come and get a super plate
Y'all sing happy birthday, yeah I got that super cake
Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super bait
[Chorus: x2]
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on (east side) Put on (south side) Put on (west side) Put on
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Half bag, top back,
Ain't nothin' but a young thug
HKs, AK's, I need to join a gun club
Big wheels, big straps,
You know I like it super sized
Passenger's a red-bone,
Her Weave look like some curly fries
Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce
Pocket full of celery,
Imagine what she tellin' me
Blowin' on asparagus,
The realest shit I ever smoked
Ridin' to that Trap or Die,
The realest shit I ever wrote
They know I got that broccoli,
So I keep that glock on me
Don't get caught without one,
Comin' from where I'm from
Call me Jeezy Hamilton,
Flyin' down Campbellton
So fresh, so clean,
On my way to Charlene
[Chorus: x2]
I put on, I put on, I put on
I put on for my city, I put on for my
I put on for my city, I put on for my city, on
I feel like there's still niggas that owe me checks
I feel like there's still bitches that owe me sex
I feel like this but niggas don't know the stress
I lost the only girl in the world that know me best
I got the money and the fame and that don't mean shit
I got the Jesus on a chain, man that don't mean shit
Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace
Sure I need just at least one of Russell's nieces on
I let my nightmares go I put on,
Everybody that I knew from the go
I know hoes that was frontin' when they knew he was broke
They say damn, Yeezy Yeezy, you don't know us no more
You got that big fame homie, and you just changed on me
You can ask big homie, man the top so lonely
I ain't lyin', so lonely I ain't lyin'
Let me see what we have tonight (what we have tonight)
I'm high as a satellite (satellite)
I see those flashin' lights (flashin' lights)
Cause every night (every night) I put on
[Chorus: x2]
Let me see what we have tonight (what we have tonight)
I'm high as a satellite (satellite)
I see those flashin' lights (flashin' lights)
Cause every night (every night)
Let me see what we have tonight
I'm high as a satellite
I see those flashin' lights
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Young Jeezy | R.I.P. | /y/young+jeezy/rip_21057135.html | R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with three bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?
I be in every club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga think he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane
Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain
Myself, from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
I'm gone, don't know where I'm going
Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let some more in
And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in
Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians
She got good head, good brains, good education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights
broken
By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open
Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly
She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
Got a pocket full of Dead Prez
Attached to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a murder scene
Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine
Life ain't nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I'm the type of nigga thats built to last
You fuck with me, Ill put my foot in your ass
I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall
That you might need a giraffe
When you was countin this cash, nigga!
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
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Young Jeezy | Talk To Em | /y/young+jeezy/talk+to+em_20376883.html | Like the person needs his soul "uh huh, jeah"
Fight the will "ay" to need his own "ay, ay, ay"
"Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute"
Like the baby "ay" needs to cry "uh huh jeah"
If you go "ay" I swear "jeah" ill die "ay, ay, ay"
How the fuck I'm free out here and you locked in there
Your whole family acts like I ont care
They don't know about the nights I just lay in my bed
I can't even sleep I just lay in my bed
Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain
Take deep breathes every time I hear your name
You was more than family you was like my brother
So when the shit went down its like I lost my brother "ay"
And I wish we could trade places
Swear to GOD dawg wish we could trade places
Livin' a life of crime, but it wasn't your life it was more like mine
I often think about the close calls we had
And I often think about the close brawls we had
And I love my nigga what you know bout that
And ill do anything to get goalmouth back talk to em
Like the person needs his soul
Fight the will to need his own
"Make em understand, hey, please, make em understand"
Like the baby "please, look, ay"
Needs to cry "make em understand, ay, ay, ay"
If you go I swear ill die
"make em understand, jeah, ay, talk to em ay, ay, ay"
Mel man you my heart I swear to god "swear to god"
Knew you was real man I saw it from the start "from the start"
Even when I was wrong my nigga had my back "yeah"
Even when I was right my nigga had my back "damn right"
We used to laugh wouldn't shit funny "naw"
Late night at my grandma house counting money
I trust you with my life dog if I was married id trust you with my wife dog
Any given time a half a mill in your possession
You ain't called in two days man I still wasn't stressing "naw
Cause when I talk my nigga listen "listened"
Switch shit you used to help me with them pigeons
"Earnest" Earnest T. won't talk to me dog and it hurts "it hurts"
She treats a nigga like I'm the scum of the life "scum of the earth"
In your eyes I couldn't do no wrong "naw" so to you I dedicate this song "talk
to em"
Like the person "ay" needs his soul "ay"
Fight the will "talk to em for me my nigga" to need his own
"gotta feel me on this one, jeah, ay, talk to em in tongues nigga,
Do it make these niggas understand"
Like the baby "ay" needs to "I love you Mat Lou"
Cry "uh huh, talk to em"
If you go "I don't think they understand me my nigga"
I swear ill die "jeah, talk to em, ay, ay, ay"
Must've bust ten rounds through the strap in your lap
Knew I was a gangsta I wasn't going for that
Pussy nigga in my yard talkin' shit
Knowin' damn well I was on some G shit
Let the whole clip ride and didn't think
Let the whole clip ride and didn't blink
You told me kindly not to bring the white in your house
And then what I do bring the white in the house
Bricks in the addict and yean know
Your grandson killin' em he getting 24
Feds at the door I'm out of town
Yean tell 'em shit, you held me down
Now a-days I rock the mic I'm getting paid for that
And all the shit I been through I'm getting paid for that
Always said I would make, wish you could see me now
But if I tried to tell her she probably wouldn't believe me now
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Young Jeezy | The Inspiration (Follow Me) | /y/young+jeezy/the+inspiration+follow+me_20695738.html | Whats up?
Ha ha
Yeah! Yes! It's real talk, can I talk to y'all for a minute?
I was in the streets the other day,
I had a homie come through and he ask me
Say "Yo! Everybody listen to you,
Everybody all ears, what you gonna do to give back?"
I told him "Look homie, I'm ten steps ahead of you, if not thirty"
Real talk, listen up, I got one song, let's make it right, let's go
I'm high on life and a fifth of Remy
From the city where them young niggas die skinny
Keep work on deck if you need any
Just holler at them boys cause they keep plenty, follow me!
Got the weight of the world on my shoulders
And I swear it feels like ten thousand boulders
And it's so heavy, but I'm so ready
Feels like I was born for this
If not, at least I'll die for it
They said I couldn't do it but I'll still try for it
The big question is what can I do for the youth?
Everybody lyin to 'em so I told 'em the truth
[Chorus]
"I'm a hustler!" So, one man, one stage, one mic
One song, one chance to get it right
I really thank y'all, we gon' see the night
And I think I know the way, follow me
"I got hustle!" One man, one stage, one mic
One song, one chance to get it right
I really thank y'all, we gon' see the night
And I think I know the way, follow me
"I'm a hustler!"
Real niggas don't die, they go to the Feds
Fresh out, right back chasin' bread
My life's so hard, so concrete
I was raised by 'em homie, that's why I think so street
Take me for instance
My life is not about you, think me for instance
I did the impossible, I made it out
Got dealt a bad hand but I played it out
I'm a left lane nigga, my life's so fast
Now I'm thinking holmes, got my right blinker on
Spread my word, got my Kirk Franklin on
Stuntin' in traffic like "This my car"
Sometimes I wonder how I made it this far
Life's a bitch so I'm tryna wife her
Just ball around, you know, buy her some things
Lovin' every minute of it, still breakin' chains
[Chorus]
Y'all my brush, let me paint a perfect picture
Gotta pay attention cause it's three dimensional
Same picture, see it one of three ways
Let it marinate, it might take a few days
They say all I talk about is drugs and violence
So I shouldn't say nothin' Get a moment of silence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Words to live by, took it out of context
They say your pass is your present and your present is your cash
So I look forward to the future
Get a lil' paper your baby momma won't have
Part of the college so I need a forecast
Where's the weatherman at when you need him?
A hungry nigga eat anything you feed him
A rich nigga will buy anything you sell him
And a broke nigga believe anything you fuckin' tell him
[Chorus]
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Young Jeezy | This Ones For You | /y/young+jeezy/this+ones+for+you_20983492.html | [Chorus]
I'm blowin' good yeah I smoke it by the song,
And when them niggas call I don't pick up my phone
Niggas acting like broads make me pick up my tone,
I had a lil' time so I wrote a lil' song.
Yeah this one's for you fuck niggas, fuck niggas
Yeah I'm talkin' bout them fuck niggas, fuck niggas
Yeah this one's for you fuck niggas, fuck niggas
Yeah I'm talkin' bout them fuck niggas, them fuck niggas
Yeah this one's for you
I'm high as Southwest, Jizzle when your flight land,
I don't know bitch I might fly to england
Hit the highway with the change, yeah the change man
I dun it my way with them thangs, changed the game plan
Had these niggas tellin' lies, they just sound true
Nigga if you had it like that I would've found you
I'm tryna cash out a hundred let me get a buck
Bitch they'll be just like you nigga fake as fuck
Get em home and they probably all sheet rock
They sellin' bullshit fuckin' up the street stock
You living mine and yours thats a double dip
That synthetic ass shit we call it double whip
And nigga nothing beat the cross but the double cross
I ran the streets and rap bitch I'mma double boss
Them niggas cashed out one I sent a double off
They knocked him off halfway I took a double loss
[Chorus]
Let's put these niggas on the stand, now stand up and be a man
Raise your hand and swear you weren't my number one fan
And I'm still that same nigga, you still that same nigga
But at the same time, I'm starting to get bad vibes
What I owe you sumthin' nigga, that's what you act like
I ain't like them other niggas boy, you betta act right
The first few years of your deal ride your training wheels
And then you graduate and live how real niggas live
And I ain't dissin', naw, I ain't dissin'
But when you sit back and listen, this what the rap game's is missin'
I'm used to thug niggas, it's too many young niggas with.
Too much of liquor, too many drugs in em, too many clicks, too much swag
nigga,
Too many niggas wearing tight shirts and skinnies, walking round with they ass
out
Y'all betta cash out, gon' put your cash up
Because I'm all in and if I don't win nigga, I'mma mask up
[Chorus]
Hardest part of life niggas cant play they role
Everybody wanna ride the train, don't wanna pay the toll
Keep it going young, boy you on a role
Hoe nigga magazine, you the centerfold
You can check the resume, nigga I'm good as gold
Lawn chair ass niggas all they do is fold
Nigga you talkin' with emotions, you emotional
You might can get a lil' light, feelin promotional
Tell me what cha see when you lookin' in the mirror
Look as this hoe as nigga, I couldn't said it clearer
And you the same nigga that started up this jewelry game
And when you see him nowadays the nigga jewelry lame
Ain't got it by now, nigga you ain't got it
And why you talkin' like that cause bitch you ain't bout it
And nigga how ya doin' now, worst then before
And bitch we winning over here, I've been keeping score.
[Chorus]
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Young Jeezy | Thug Motivation 101 | /y/young+jeezy/thug+motivation+101_20376713.html | Ay, ay, check out the man, check out the man,
Ay, ay, check out the man check out the man
"Lets get it"
I used to hit the kitchen lights "lights" cockroaches everywhere
Hit the kitchen lights "lights" now its marble floors everywhere "ha-ha"
Call the carpenter the roof on the coups gone "jeah"
Give a fuck what he sold I'm the truth holms "that's right"
Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2pac "jeah"
Get my Billy Hondas on workin 2 pots "damn"
Baby need shoes partner need bail money
Blood hound for the bread I just smell money
You niggas just write I recollect "recollect"
Hands on Jeezy really counted them checks "yea"
I'm Donald Trump in a white tee and white ones "yeah"
The conversation is money nigga, you want some? "ay"
Ay, ay, ay check out the man, Ay, check out the man. Ay,
You ain't never seen them pies
I'm talkin so much whit it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands
"Lets get it"
I'm what the streets made me a product of my environment "jeah"
Took what the streets gave me a product of my environment "ay"
Now its 28 inches on a brand new hummer "humma"
Telling you right now its gone be a cold summa "yeah"
Blew the brains out the Chevy call it suicide "Side"
It's a way of life that's how us young niggas ride "that's right"
Trap or die gave em hope They waiting on the sequel "jeah"
Its clear to see the boy Jeezy do it for the people "Ay"
Ay, ay, ay check out the man, Ay, check out the man. Ay,
You ain't never seen them pies
I'm talkin so much whit it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands
I'm the author of the book, yea a genius wrote it "jeah"
There's a message in my words you gotta decode it "ay"
I seen it all every gram every bird "what"
I spit the truth every noun every verb "that's right"
I never exaggerated one line one dime "dime"
Never lied to the people not one time "neva"
A hard head make a soft ass "ay" and hard white it get you str8 cash "ha-ha"
Ay, ay, ay check out the man, Ay, check out the man. Ay,
You ain't never seen them pies
I'm talkin so much whit it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man counting so much paper it'll hurt your hands
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Young Jeezy | Trapped | /y/young+jeezy/trapped_20983489.html | Yo, they still be grindin', and runnin'
Tryin' to get into somethin' or nothin'
I remember them days, when the block got hot, bullets flyin' for the what
It was, like, you ain't, really give a fuck
I'm a sister, mother, I'm your daughter, I'm your lover and I'm
Right here, and I'm sayin' that it's whack sauce
Everything that you do tryna be the boss
You ain't really really doin' it, (nah)
I mean honestly pursuing it
Ca-cause, if you did you wouldn't be murdering, (your own people like)
Oh ya see, it's a trap, (it's a trap, that's what it's called by the way)
It's a trap
It's a trap night nigga, here we go again
Jill left the door wide open, so I'm goin' in, (let's go)
Through a bedroom I could see my momma tears, (tears)
All I smell is Hennessey mixed with my momma fears, (yeah)
Please momma don't cry, you know I hate cryin', (cryin')
I try my best not to die, you know I hate dyin', (yeah)
Three eighty for my thirteenth birthday, (birthday)
I promised her I wouldn't let you motherfuckers hurt me, (yeah)
So y'all get back, Jeezy got a automatic
Every time I turn the TV on a nigga seein' static, (damn)
Guess they forgot to pay them cable folks
Them niggas in my first class got them cable jokes, (haha)
Open up the refrigerator see some old milk
Shit been sittin' so long look like some old silk, (damn)
I've been cursed since the day this earth birthed me
I've been cursed since the day my mother birthed me, (yeah)
And how did I get here in the first place
Oh that's right, see the trap was my birthplace (haha, young)
[Chorus]
Said that I know you've been trapped, (trapped)
Like you wanna move on, but they hold you back
To face consequences, of what you did on some bullshit (yeah, wassup)
Said that I know you've been trapped, (trapped)
Like you wanna move on, but they hold you back, (ain't no way out)
To face consequences, of what you did on some bullshit (what you know bout
this homie, trap life, let's go)
Even though we had a will, we ain't have a way, (way)
They just told us how to live, we ain't have a say, (say)
All I know is the other side got some cuffs for ya, (for ya)
Fresh khaki suit, nigga that's enough for ya, (yeah)
Got ya spendin' all ya money on lawyer fees, (fees)
Judge throwin' numbers at you like he speakin' Japanese, (oo-wahh)
All cause a nigga out here playin' bakery, (bakery)
I'm out here tryna get this bread, somebody pray for me, (haha)
I'm always on the block so I rarely go to church, (church)
Didn't wanna hear it from the preacher, cause the truth hurts
And right now I'm so high, I should be scared of heights, (heights)
A Town nigga I be on that kryptonite, (yeah)
I got deadlines nigga no bedtime, (time)
The only thing promised to ya is some fed time, (time)
And how did I get here in the first place
Oh that's right, see the trap was my birthplace (haha, Young)
You ain't really really doin' it, (nah)
I mean honestly pursuin' it, (not at all)
Ca-cause, if you did you wouldn't be murdering, (your people like)
Oh ya see, it's a trap, (it's a trap ya'll)
It's a trap (this the trap life, welcome to it, yeah, let's go)
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Trap or cry nigga till the day I mothafuckin' die nigga
Till you put me in that mothafuckin' couch and you put that dirt on me homie
Goin, ain't no way out
It's death or jail nigga
I'm there
Count me in
Trap life
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Young Jeezy | Trapstar | /y/young+jeezy/trapstar_20376813.html | I'm a t-are-a-p-s-t-are
Got the city on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it (she likes it nigga) Hey
And she likes it (jeah)
(Lets get it) Got the city on smash
Streets on click clock
Eighty grand just to see the Jacob go tick tock (ha ha)
I'm so materialistic, so well connected
Just ask about it, so well respected (hey)
Run the streets all day I don't get no sleep (nope)
Eat at Spun dinners four times a week
Bucket of crab legs, Slick had the lobsters (jeah)
I'm the real deal these other niggas imposters
Popping Gold Bond, yeah I took them sips (sips)
50 in the trunk, yeah I took those trips (trips)
Keep the white girl, yeah forever my lady (jeah)
Two grand flat get ya four and a baby, c'mon
[Chorus]
I'm a t-are-a-p-s-t-are
Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car
And she likes it (she likes it, she likes it)
And she likes it
I'm a t-are-a-p-s-t-are
Keep money in the suites, copt groups from the bar
And she likes it (she likes it, jeah, ay ay)
And she likes it(She likes it, she likes it)
Slide through the hood to just to check my dough (dough)
Trap-star fresh from head to toe (toe)
From toe to ear the kicks match the cap (jeah)
Black T-shirt, yeah it match the strap (ay)
The stones in the watch, yeah they match the chain
New Jordan's on his feet, Snowman's the name (hah a)
Fresh out the paint shop threw the fo's on it (fo's on it)
Now the Chevy got Lamborghini doors on it (doors on it)
Mix the Grey Goose with the cranberry juices (what)
Nigga can't you tell I really sold those deuces (yup)
The squares are white, the tape is black (what else)
The wait is over, the real is back (ay)
[Chorus]
Lil momma want to holla at a pimp (pimp)
My money true straight, I don't walk witta limp (naw)
It ain't hard girl just use ya head (ha ha)
Slices stacked up, I got colonial bread (yeah)
Now she off the chain, yeah she so erotic
Purple Mango, yeah its so exotic (jeah)
No punch lines (nope) no riddles (uh huh)
I'm talking white squares with the steps in the middle (ha ha)
You know me, take the good with the bad
Can't complain the Porsche came with the rag
And the chopper came with extra clips
So when you niggas outta line we can extra flip (hey)
[Chorus]
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Young Jeezy | Waiting | /y/young+jeezy/waiting_20990964.html | [Chorus]
You know the world is waiting, waiting
Waiting on 103
They waiting, they waiting, they waiting, they waiting
They waiting, they waiting, they waiting,
We need some motivation, vation
So won't you come motivate me?
They waiting, they waiting, they waiting, they waiting
They waiting, they waiting, they waiting,
I done told y'all, and told y'all, and told y'all again
Play the game, play the game, play the game yeah to win
I ain't lose, I don't lose, I ain't lose, never lost
Always on, keepin' on, always on, never off
What the fuck is you hating for like you done something for a nigga?
Would call you out, but that wouldn't do shit for a nigga
I made it this far, a fool with my foolish pride
Look at me what you see? A fool and his foolish ride
Y'all know damn well I wasn't lettin' you niggas down
Just to sit back and watch you led by these fuckin' clowns
Four albums in, niggas still talking this real shit
Three classics in nigga, and that's on some real shit
Bitch, I'm legendary, bitch I'm a living legend
Been through straight hell so I can get street heaven
Bitch I'm Jeezy, the one you've been waiting for
And them forges is off-set, don't they look like they skatin' hoe
[Chorus]
Bitch I was born high, and that's how I'm dying nigga
Eyes Wide shut with my finger on the cold trigger
Be hearing my word, now don't it sound like my soul bleeding
Hearing my word, now don't it sound like my soul reading
I do it for street niggas and every nigga that's like you
Let's see if you can afford one, even niggas that buy two
Can't believe what I'm hearing, can't believe what ya saying
All that I did, god damn, this how you try to play me
Feeling my words when I be talking that street talk
No, you be feeling my words when I be talking that street smart
Yeah, school of Hard Knocks, yeah bitch I graduated
Straight to them hard blocks and nothing was barricaded
[Chorus]
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