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I'm standing in the middle of it
Middle of it, middle of it

Yo, y'all better wake up; you think we don't see y'all drifting?
Sleeping on the job and forgetting your position? (position)
Sit straight and listen; what you are missing
I cook up a batch, hot straight out the kitchen
No indecision, I spit right
Heavy as a fist fight
No gloves and no masks
No pain and no slack
No way to look back
Nobody to say I can't make my own path
Cause the way that y'all act, I wanna break something
Comin' at me like the pain I feel means nothing
Comin' from a place where you can't relate
Where every word from your face comes across as fake
And I can hardly take the way that y'all treat us
Sending this out to anyone who won't believe us
Spelling it out so y'all know the deal
And if you can't feel it, maybe you can't feel

I'm standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Man, who are you?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
What are you saying?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
What are you writing?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Man, who are you?

Tell ‘em, Motion
Eat your words
Say what you used to say and act how you used to act
Every time you heard my occupation was a rap attack (rap attack)
My conversation's stacked, I switch my defense on you
Every time you want to get deep you'll see my knuckle package
Born to die, ferocious emcee make you go back and write your rhymes
My style chokes up like a little league baseball player
It moves, I'm strangling as I'm swinging as main mangler
I wanna dee-four, poach you as your seafood is cee-four
I'm gonna rap and you still knee-high
Y'all wanna train with me, guy?
Man, it's destructive
Man, it's like jabs from boxing champ Lennox
Perfect for your head, I'll fit it like New Era hats
That top off suits, B-boy etiquette
Express myself with my hang-side
Then I extend one finger, the middle fucking

I'm standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Man, who are you?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
What are you sayin'?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
What are you writin'?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Man, who are you?

Yo, Motion (yeah?)
Sometimes I feel it's like nothing that I ever do is ever good enough (for real)
Like I should stop and go back to L.A.
Back away where I know I won't be seen
And nobody's gonna critique the music that I make
And mistake me for some fucking kid with a backpack
Rapping on a track just to make a buck
For a mix-tape that sucks
And dee-jays that don't get it
But I been down that road and I know
People don't wanna go where I might go
Don't wanna know what it's like
To step outside your zone with a mike
Just controlling the hype
And if we need to take shots from them
And be stopped by them just to make these ends
Then so be it, I will not hold my breath
I'm gonna spit ‘til I got none left
Motion, where you at?

I'm standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Man, who are you?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
What are you sayin'?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
What are you writin'?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Man, who are you?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it

(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this rhyme to you
that let you know how much love we got for you.
So from here on out let your soul have a peceful journey
One love!

(Pimp)
Now I got love for my homies who done shed blood for my homies
In the night sometimes I wish I coulda took slugs for my homies
But they gone now and you better believe I cried my tears
Maybe the way y'all died it'll make me change the life I live
Like my homie Juwan Tobin raised in the village of guilt
It's like the whole world stopped spinning my boy when you got killed
and Rico Maye...maaan why you had to depart
I remember riding our bikes around Cedar Park until it got dark
and found lil' shot up Jordan they found your body parked in the car
I know you watching over your son from up above in the stars
an ole shocking Scott I know you where the angels stay
cause with fluid on your lungs you died in the strangest way
You was my second cousin so I miss you every day
The beautifullest thing in this world to see your smiiling face
and Fred and Isaac damn I hate y'all died like that
taking slugs in your back cause your truck got jacked
but lil' Isaac boy I wish you woulda had on a vest
and until this day I know your soul holdin' down the crest
and Peanut and Beesy both of y'all died for some girls
Yo' mama brought you here but haters took you out of this world
and Damon Frank from here on out we gonna hold your name down
The love you had for Hundred Station, Smiling Coat and Gumptown
and lil' Poony your soldier name was Eddie Hell
and all my thugs in Riverside gave you the truest fairwell
and that's for real!

(Chorus(both))
Now some people come and some people go
But how you leave this world young playa don't nobody know
I see your chest up out the casket not on the floor
I'm asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to go
Now everytime I hit that wood I blow smoke in the sky
I know you closer to cloud 9 my boy so go on and get high
I see your mama shaking her head and wiping her tears from her eyes
I'm asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to die

(Gangsta)
It's been a struggle everyday just trying to fight to survive
It's like the Gump ain't been the same since my homies done died
Now Torio that was my boy since elementary days
I blow smoke for you in the air every time I get blazed
When Meatball took that fall I just couldn't even cope
The last time I seen my boy was down in juvenile court
I tell my players hold your head and keep your glock by your side
Don't be scared to up and bust when they testin' your pride
Juwan Turner got killed man I can't take it no more
I might be wrong but I don't think it was my homie time to go
When lil' Junior died the Westside got out of control
We miss that brother soul how much he'll never know
Oh and reminiscing on my boy lil' Khatto
I know you in that paradise cause that's where all the g's go
Pour out some liquor for my homies no I'm spitting these rhymes
Cause pouring out some alcohol can't tell you how I feel inside
The days that we spent without your presence around
For all them players who didn't make it we gonna hold this thing down
Until we meet again homies cause it ain't gonna be here
I guess I'll see y'all in the heavens where all the real g's live
and that's for real

(Chorus)
Now some people come and some people go
But how you leave this world young playa don't nobody know
I see your chest up out the casket not on the floor
I'm asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to go
Now every time I hit that wood I blow smoke in the sky
I know you closer to cloud 9 my boy so go on and get high
I see your mama shaking her head and wiping her tears from her eyes
I'm asking the Lord the same ole questions why you had to die

(Pimp)
Now as I walk through the valley with the shadows of death
My homies gone so I'm walkin this valley all by myself
We miss our boy lil' Willie so much he was like a brother to us
I know you watching the world telling God how tight we was
You might be gone but you ain't dead I feel your soul by my side
Asking me to check on your grandma to make sure she's alright
I know it ain't nothing I can say right now that can bring your life back
I don't even hate the boy who killed you I'm gonna let God handle that
Cause who am I.....
to judge a man for his sin and his faith
the only thing I can do for Willie right now is change my ways
It's gonna be hard cause I'm a young playa that loves to get paid
Until that day I'm gonna pimp whores until I go to my grave

(Gangsta)
Now as I sit and reminisce upon my boy and all the things we been through
Who knew this early in our lifetime that the Lord would choose you
How can I make this pain I can't take itit's breaking me down inside
I'm asking the Lord to bless your soul as I wipe the tears from my eyes
I find it hard continuing life without you walking this earth
I guess we all gonna have to face death as an answer for birth
But where you're resting now you're free from all these criminal minds
I can't lie I'm kinda glad you're free from these struggling times
But yet and still I don't understand why you had to go so soon
My deepest sympathy goes to your family for your loss was a harsh wound
So Rest In Peace lil Willie Dickerson another homie to mourn
But I can't wait until Judgement Day when all our souls can rejoin

(Chorus)
Now some people come and some people go
But how you leave this world young playa don't nobody know
I see your chest up out the casket not on the floor
I'm asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to go
Now every time I hit that wood I blow smoke in the sky
I know you closer to cloud 9 my boy so go on and get high
I see your mama shaking her head and wiping her tears from her eyes
I'm asking the Lord the same ole questions why you had to die

(Spoken by the Pimp)
...and that's that Dirty Love we got for all them lost souls that done passed away
in the Gump and we also dedicate this album to our close homeboy
Willie Dickerson
Rest in Peace my boy

(Eminem)

So I changed huh? You got a phone
pick it up, call me

How Come.. we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!

We were so young
So full of life and vibrance
side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
When Ronnie died you was right by my side
with a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes
and a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it.
You even had the same type of childhood I did..
sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succaim to yours
and mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it
we grew up, grew apart as time went by us..
and I blew up to both yours and mines surprises.
Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it
much as your pride tries to hide it. you're cold
your touch is just like ice.
And your eyes is a look of resentment.
I can sense it and I dont like it.

How Come.. we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We don't barely keep in touch at all
and I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!

(Kon Artis)

It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse
on my own album with a deal but shit got worse
fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first
for I let him disrespect me, or check me over some
worthless bitch that I wasnt with
I woulda hit it and quit
but you were fitting to talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you dont get involved with her
you would smoke in the car with her
coming outta the bar with her
stumbling half drunk
like you were husband and wife or somethin
but me catching her fuckin other niggas musta hurt your pride or something
cause you were openin your mouth to people like you wanted with me.
when all I tried to do was show that your bitch was shifty.
And every sister, fares and all the shit that I produced
you acting like I aint your man and lying like she cant be loose.
But I am really your friend, I'm just trying to tell ya the truth.
Dont hate the game or the player
the one thats changing is you.

(Eminen)

How Come.. we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!

(Proof)

Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop
now we acting like I gotta live only for the block.
And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
So they gossip on the porch
Get ta speaking all rude. fools I used to rap wit all expect magic
like my finger get to snappin
and poof it just happen.
But proof is just acting out the part he was thrown,
shady made it so my babies aint starving at home.
See the devil in your glance,
since the ghetto we been friends, forever real intellegence,
thats forever till the end.
I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the satan in your lies,
aint wasting my time with these snakes in disguise.
(HOW COME) When you talk it's with bitter and spite?
(AND HOW COME) It's my fault for what you did with your life?
And everytime I go to hear you play, you look away,
we barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face.

(Eminem)

How Come.. we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!

(La the Darkman)
Uh uh, for the niggas in black Vigors
behind the wheel drinkin liquors
Everybody wanna shine
For the niggas rockin Tims, fuck cars and rims
Yo, everybody wanna shine

Yo, my dimensions, possessed, lucci, bitches, cess
Lessons, computers, whips, and bulletproof vests
I can't be done, me and Screwface one on one
I drink wit bums in the slums where I shoot my guns
Enforce ones, up north in the Ac, throw a strap
I got niggas down south, holdin nines in Cadillacs
Lettin trees blow, for niggas sniff snow inside the disco
I hold a big pistol, to crack your brain crystal
Cream like Joe Pisco', I fuck your bitch yo
Right through her piss hole
Long dick like a missle
Split the black dutch, while the bracelet on my wrist glow
Cough if I spit mo', sold my Lex, cop the Benzo
My niggas come outta Sing-Seng buff like Lou Ferrigno
The rhyme sayer, quicker Ruger nine sprayer
Rich lifestyle like a young NBA player
And I'm tied to the mob like that gun, called Tommy
Shoot through your Armani, shoot at Guiliani
Shoot at Illuminati, fuck everbody, it's the Darkman
(understand that right there)

Chorus
For the niggas in black Vigors, behind the wheel drinkin liquors
Everbody wanna shine
For the niggas is rockin Tims, fuck cars and rims
Yo, everybody wanna shine
For the niggas that lock downed for bustin caps wit four pounds
Everybody wanna shine
For the niggas in Lexus Cruisers wit cocked back Rugers
Yo, everybody wanna shine

(La the Darkman)
Yo, you wanna be me
Sometimes I'm on the block, sometimes I'm on the TV
My crew's greedy, like Boom Boom Mancini
La's song buy weedy, Swahili, ?Sadeeky?
Professional, hold my toast by my testicals
I used to peddle, but three times two equal the devil
Blinded by the ice, and the savage way of life
To no vale, niggas get money in small scales
Start smokin, like they don't know crack kills
A freak nigga, got turned down by a female
Didn't know he sucked death, when he just inhale
I rap life, cocaine, niggas wit no brain
Sellin crack for fifteen years wit no game
That's a damn shame, check the result of bein broke
Havin no whip, no lab, no money for smoke
He stressed out, really not knowin what life's about
Jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels

Chorus

(La the Darkman)
Yo, yo, dunn I'm felt
Gun in my waist, tight belt
New York streets hot, the bottom of my Wallees melt
I need wealth, puffin my lah by myself
Blessed, wit food clothes and health
And big whips, shorties say I got a big dick
My first video, I rock twenty outfits
The Benz 6, got me wanna flip ten bricks
VCR headrest watchin Scarface flicks
I politic, wit ex cons, old cats, drug dons
Niggas that's known to take a arm for a arm
I move calm as a lion of Juddah, black Garbudda
Silent as a basehead, suckin on his hooter
Cuz Cash Rules, that's why I study new jewels
And keep tools, to create blood pools
For new crews, rappers, on my territory
I cock back the fifth, and make em his-tory
Remember him, the kid wit the big Jesus em-blem
Threw shells from the toast, had his bones tremblin
Nigga, I'm the cat y'all be talkin about dunn

Chorus

Cuz I shine nigga, shine on nigga (what)
Straight shine nigga, nawmean, word up
The sun gon burn out (stay shinin, and stay spicy)
I'mma shine till the sun burn out
Straight up, word, the embassy, my family
The embassy, my family, yeah

Look At Me

[Hook]
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Y'all dues money to yung
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me)
Big thighs with brown-eyes

It's Lil Weezy for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I'm from a trill hood
I smoke real good
Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood
Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights
T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice
What that boy name
Birdman junior, huh
Fool was smile but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby
Bling-blao, I rock a throwback Jordan 23
Rolling on hot 23's
Tote a big glock 23
You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans
My block living me
I want you to look hard at some easy money
Stop playing this is Weezy company
Uh-huh
[Hook]

I'm the son of Cash Money
The fodd of the squad
And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky
Why? Cuz I'm so fly
When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why
Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick
Looking for my roof where it went
Mink on the floor big shoes on the bent
Windows are the tint more wood than a bench
Working in the hood more green than the Grinch
Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint
Leaves on the tray popping up the back-end
Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
It's Lil Weezy
Sucking on my wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home she get took
Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book
[Hook]

Some call me Weezy
But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne
In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace
Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays
Forget it I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze
So move over what you say shortie
We could do rent pussy
Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas
And beating went to the A
Eat with JAZZY FAY
But yeah I'm on my way
Cuz I know he got that hay
Hey little mami
You a ghetto fire ten
You come to my post on the island
Come on that chronic
He-he empty vodka bottles
I be high he be drunk that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclining
When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining
Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding
Cash Money what you hollering, huh
[Hook]

I met her in a hotel lobby with her family (family)
She was so beautiful she almost made me cry (Ah)
So I approached her asked her name, where she lived at and for today (Oh oh, Oh oh, Oh oh)
I was so elated when she said the same as mine (ATL Shawty)
(yea) I asked her for her number.
(She said no) u don't remember me? (I meet u befo)
Last summer at your best friend crib when u kicked it to my girl
My heart just stopped (Whoa). I said it can't be u, I neva forget a face that beautiful
She turned and walked away. (All that I) all that I could say

[CHORUS:]
I just wanna love ya
Give u all of me
Be your lover
Boy guaranteed
Like no other
Think that I'm a player and it's
True I'll change the game for u (uh huh)

Now girl u know that I, I know that sometimes most these other guys be comin' at u lame with game
But I ain't got no time for playin' with yo mind. Cause baby we can change the game, ain't no thang.
Cruise the right lane in the all white range. Got me thinkin' bout thangs ain't even happened yet.
Sugar, what I wanna get, baby, What's your phone number?
(She said no) u remember me? (I meet u befo)
Last summer at your best friend's crib when u kicked it to my girl
My heart just stopped (whoa). I said that can't be u, I neva forget a face so beautiful
And she turned and walked away. All that I could say
I just wanna love ya
Girl, give u all of me
And be your lover
Boy guaranteed
Like no other
U think that I'm a player and it's
True I'll change the game for u yea

[CHORUS:]
I just wanna love ya
Girl, give u all of me
And be your lover
Oh, Boy guaranteed
(Oh no)Like no other (like no other baby I will show u)
U think that I'm a player and it's
True I'll change the game for u (oh yea)

She said no (Oh yea)
I met u befo
(like no other baby I will show u)
(Oh)
Whoa
(tell u girl it's true, u don't forget a girl face that beautiful)
She turned and walked away. All that I could say
(like no other baby I will show u)

[CHORUS:]
I just wanna love ya
Be your lover
Like no other
True I'll change the game for u

Ad Lib Chorus (Continuously)
Love ya, love ya, love ya (continuously)

Oh yea I wanna love u baby, I just wanna love u baby, put nothin' above ya baby
U know that I love u baby, kissin' and huggin' baby, and u know I love u baby
Put nothin above ya baby, cause u know I love u baby, oh

He [x10] MAN
From the power bestow the army by the third coast (He Man)
Even the trenches of atlanta where they learned most (He Man)
You never heard before flow is extra ordinary

He [x10] MAN
From the power bestow the army by the third coast (He Man)
Even the trenches of atlanta where they learned most (He Man)
You never heard before flow is extra ordinary
And if the burners blow folks is in the mortuary (He Man)

Even preventing destruction of this rap music (He Man)
Find a blind spot on my wall and put a plaque to it (He Man)
I'm in the class all by myself nobody's messing with me (He)
Feel free to ask about my wealth I got the weapons with me (He)

So come and get me I'm here
People send me automatic near* no need to fear I wipe out the windshield untill you see me clearaa
I ruin carreers so hide away your tears no shook once here until you look inside the mirroraa
Shift rappin' the second gear stood up and I volunteer now the industry's screaming but can you hearaa
The ladies just cheer sometimes their lipstick will smear cause in my line of work this he-man needs a Sheaa (He Man)

I've been appointed straight from the power of grade school (He Man)
Believe the master of the universe gets great school* (He Man)
I'm so ferocious chopping heads of with my battle axe (He)
Got many faces give them wiplash when I battle them (He Man)
A diabolicol technology like skeletor (He Man)
Was trained in the arts of throwing you through the sella door (He Man)
I'm checking off my enemies until I get some more (He)
With powerfull beams that disperse from my luda crystal balls (He Man)

Untill the system falls their family will miss em' all kiss em all goodbye and I try to warn all of em'
I guess I really pissed em' off peel the cap and twist them up if you got homies then call of em'
These bombs are ticking them off fans are ripping them off yo tities aint purchase people just borrow em'
And me I'm dissmissing them all really insisting they all quit and hurry up before tomorrow comes! (He Man)

I've been unleashed from the belly of the beast man (He Man)
Let's have a feast I'll put the toast up to your theeth man (He Man)
With the flick on my wrist switches all activate (He)
Turbo packs which insure me that your back away (He Man)
As neck N' neck neck extends straight up and bends (He Man)
You'd be wishing you wore depens* and call the double friendz (He Man)
I contropose that search power from my finger tips (He)
Dont get the notionz I can give some middle finger tips (He)

Is just a gift from me to you and there's no telling what we would do
I keep the crew close by and their ready to clap [Echo]
I keep the peep in the stew so they look like winnie de pooh
If you have no clue then I recommend that you get back [echo]
See I'm only keeping it true thats what real players will do
And I'll let the hollow just spew you'd be under attack [echo]
And then I'll bend you a doo and probably send you a few flowers to your funeral no way to snap [echo]
A place where sourcery science and magic intertwine and where mysterious forces maintain the streets is mine
With special automatic armor that contains gadget no one can get to my level I think the game is MY!

Mr. ArubianPMP!

I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)

You never know how much you miss a person, until they gone
Like to hear it? Hear it go, I'm rehearsing, gotta sing my song
I know I've done some wrong, but I can't get right
Cause life is like a big fight
I'm stickin-and-movin, tryin to get my shit right
My family's been houndin me, friends they done turned against me
Kinda like they hearts was on a full tank, but now they empty
And they say I've changed, but like twins I'm just the same
It's because of my job, mo' money mo' prob in this dirty game
This industry FUCKED UP
That's right I said it, and it's fake as ever
Keep real niggaz around me, stay "Space Age 4 Eva"
Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree
But if you looked down from heaven, you'd still be proud of me
Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by
I didn't shed no tears when you left me
but the rest of the family cried
Trials and tribulations, ruined my concentration
Losin my patience, hard times for goodness sake'n

I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)

As this Valium slowly starts to kick in
Them subconcious, subliminal thoughts, start tickin
This whole world around me, diseased, and crumblin
Babies doin dope cause daddy did it right in front of them
Everybody wanna blame music for they bad kids
Sittin up in the court talkin 'bout Eminem made me do what I did
My own hard times rolled in like the fog
Try to think of others, but I can't get past my own thoughts
My momma, in 1967, pickin cotton
While other blacks was gettin liberated, boycottin
My old man was a player, ain't no hidin that
He started tootin then he graduated to smokin crack
I never saw him, never needed to see that muh'fucker
He left me and my mother stuck down here in this fuckin gutter
I tattoed it on my arm so I can't forget it
It's in my mind and my heart so I'm forever with it

I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)

A drum machine, the old fo'-track, and a pack of new tapes
In the middle of, 1988, in a corner cafe
We made beats, and hung with old heads, and stayed out late at night
Do talent shows, fo'-way split the dough, that was our way of life
My momma stayed, home full time so she could raise me
Knowin without a, household father, things could get crazy
Sometimes I listened, sometimes I thought I knew it all
But nevertheless, momma was with me through it all
I graduated out of nothin, not out of school, it was like
12, 13, 14 years I'm thinkin cool
I might as well, be focusin on me tryin to get paid
Usin these rhymes I've been writin since in the 7th grade
Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage
It was just like a piece of pussy
It fucked me long as I stayed
But still I prayed, Lord I'm tryin now please help me out the water
It can't get no harder
Help me to get back up and get my shit tomorrow

I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)

I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times
I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)

(Intro)
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what

(Hook Two - Lupe Fiasco)
Lord please have sympathy
And forgive my Cool Young History
As the coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what

(Verse One - Lupe Fiasco)
I love the Lord, but sometimes it's like that I love me more
I love the peace and I love the war
I love the seas and I love the shore
No love for no beach, baby that's law
But she doesn't see therefore I spoil
I trip, I fall, run up in raw
I love her with all my heart
Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged
With every flower that I ever took apart
She said that she would give me greatness,
Stat-us, placement above the others
My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers,
Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen
Her eyes glows green with the logo of our dreams
The purpose of our scene, our obscene obsession for the bling
She would be my queen, I could be her king, together
She would make me cool and we would both rule forever
And I would never feel pain
And never be without pleasure ever again
And if the rain stops and every thing's dry
She would cry just so I could drink the tears from her eyes
She teach me how to fly
Even cushion my fall if my engines ever stall
And I plummet from the sky
But she would keep me high
And if I ever die she would commission my image on to her bosom
Or maybe she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven, set the fires in Hell and I'll be

(Hook One - Lupe Fiasco)
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what

(Hook Two - Lupe Fiasco)
Lord please have sympathy
And forgive my Cool Young History
As the coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what

(Verse Two - Lupe Fiasco)
And so began our reign
The Trinity, her and I came
No weather man could ever stand where her and I can **Hurricane**
Hella hard, umbrella whatever, put plywood over Pella pains
And pray to God that the flood subside
'Cause you gonna need a sub 'til he does reply
And not one of Jared's, you think it's all errant
And everything's ivory, another supply
That means anotha July inside my endless summer
That was just the eye of the Unger
Felix, 'cause he is the cleanest
Amongst the younger outstanding achieving up-and-comers
The ones that had deadbeat daddies and well-to-do mommas
But not well enough to keep 'em from us
The ones that were fightin' in class who might not pass
Rap record pressured the lab, had a life not fast
"Can you feel it? Can you feel it?" That's what I got asked
"Do I love her? Do I love her?" Said, "I don't know"
Streets got my heart, Game got my soul
One times when sunshine would never hurt your soul
To a cryin' dishonored baby momma
Who's a momma to her daughter that I had fathered from afar
My new lady gave me a Mercedes and a necklace with a solid gold key like the starter of a car
The opener of a door, or two pounds of raw
You gave me a baby, but what about lately?
Then ha ha ha ha ha ha ha right up in her face
G there's more fish in the sea
I'm on my mission to be

(Hook One - Lupe Fiasco)
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what

(Hook Two - Lupe Fiasco)
Lord please have sympathy
And forgive my Cool Young History
As the coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what
The coolest nigga what

(Outro - Lupe Fiasco)
Come, these are the tales of The Cool
Guaranteed to go and make you fail from your school
And seek unholy grails like a fool
And hang with the players of the pool
Fast talkin' all the hustle
No Heaven up above you
No Hell underneath ye
And no one will receive thee
So shed no tear when we're not here
And keep your faith as we chase The Cool

(Verse 1: Mac Dre)
I'm a hutch-peeler with much scrilla and I love to get high, homie
Shady character like Don King, so you better keep your eye on me
I done bust niggaz in the grill and had 'em wearin partials
Jacked high rollers and ran from the US marshalls
It's called survival and only the strong can survive
And went the distance with the feds while some of my partners took a dive
Strive to stay alive, can't let no nigga smudder me
Got to stay f-r-double e and keep these bitches lovin me
Sippin bubbly, breakin down buds from a fat sack
Reservations at ( ? ) arts craft shack
I stacks fat cause a mackaroni gots to have cheese
( ? ) pillows and cigarillos and backwood leaves
And I drinks Hen by the gallon, so sometimes I might trip
Infrared beam with black talons and that extended clip
Quick to do some sprayin, so nigga, watch what you sayin
You'll get your show cancelled like Keenan and Ivory Wayans

(Chorus)
I'm just a pimp, mane, tryin to stack some Francs
So I can have French maids pedicure my bunions
Oh, you ain't knowin, what is you, new?
Yo hutch must be feedin you fish head stew

(Verse 2: Mac Dre)
Mac Dre shake broke hoes with bolos and kids
Tell a bitch she can take a long walk off a short bridge
And hope she land in shark-infested waters
Heartless, takin over turfs like Nino did to Corace
Kidnapped by the feds and treated like a sucker
But now I'm free they see payback's a motherfucker
I'm sickenin, like dickin all they daughters and nieces
Now CO's and PO's want me restin in pieces
Gettin peace is so hard that it'll make your nose bleed
And I been smokin since niggaz was on gold weed
Born to be a player, rhyme sayer and clock grits
Strapped with two 23 speedin chop sticks
Quick to kick a bitch to the curb
And get back with her on a 33rd
I never worry, never worry, it's all copastetic
Got mo' game than needed insulin in a diabetic

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Mac Dre)
I be fitted, dipped in butter, hair cut like Kobe
Blindin 'em with science like Thomas Dolby
Pullin on black MI, sippin top-shelf Cuevo
Playin with my hutch hair while she lickin on my navel
Stable full of money-makin stallions
Been in the feds with dreads from Jamaica and Italians
Shrimp scampi eater Peter Long ()
Puffin purple cush at the building with my cousons
Strapped, armed, ready, ain't nobody goosin me
Got ( ? ) where the airbags used to be
Boy, you should see how I act off the privilege
Hennessy is like Popeye's spinach
I'm ready to take heads off, gunplay or fight
I dot eyes and have 'em wearin they sunglasses at night
Fool, that's real, that ain't no frontin
Them punk-ass niggaz don't wanna see Dre about nothin

[ VERSE 1 ]
I been tryin to flip the script and take this rap thing to the next page
But the federalies got me travellin on Con Air like I'm Nicholas Cage
Did 4 years, 4 months in the feds, but couldn't get no peace
Released from the belly of the beast, but the 'ralies put a nigga on a leash
The rules and regulations they inflicted, had me restricted, paroled
Kept me from blowin bomb, knowin and I'm hooked and addicted for sho'
Now how am I to be an MC when I can't get my travel on?
Can't bring no babby home, cause every morning I'm gettin sweated by Babylon
The only way out is to max out and give these fools back they lease
Fuck parole, probation, piss test and supervised release
I'ma bring a calendar, bounce, blow up like Chernobyl
Kirk out and get mobile and do this thing global
Worldwide rompin, stompin in other nations
Blowin bomb with Jamaicans, and sippin Dom with them Haitians
Kickin major flows, have Asian hoes, play the romp, maxin for 'ternity
Kick gravel, travel, see what they know about me in ???
[ CHORUS: Dubee ]
We be global
Touch land and that sand over the seas
Blew off of coco leaves, releasin verbal telekinese
For sheez, clickulate with players
Under the stairs, to the Himalayas
Kinda thick, layer for layer (2x)
[ VERSE 2 ]
Sometimes I sit and reminisce about life in '87
When I was doin my thug game, brain ten miles higher than heaven
One-track minded, blinded by the game and quick change
Not knowin across the way-way niggas were doin big thangs
And it's a shame, cause before I hit the f-e-d's
I didn't know about them niggas in Cuba and them sisters in Belize
Now I'm curious - is Belizan pussy the bomb?
When they blow, do they hum, and how quick do they come?
Boy, it's time to hit the friendly skies and fly like a seagull
Post up in spots where the pot's good and legal
Eat tacos in Mexico with cats named Flaco
And catch a red-eyed flight the same night to Morocco
Top-nacho, chasin superbad scrilla villains
Then bounce to the Phillipines and get mo' head than guillotines
Boy, life ain't nothin but fat checks and head sex
So I'ma get mobile, stay global like FedEx
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
I was a cell dweller, eatin Top Ramen and sardines
Now it's Taiwanese Japanese cuisine
Barefooted, fitted, sippin on sake
Blow on big hashis while I feast on teriaki
International is how I'm smashin, hoe
A cutthroat nigga that will blast and roll
I took a trip to Queens to see Jazz and Preme
They had a nigga blowin brown, said it wasn't no green
But that ain't no thang, cause in Tacoma
I blew bomb till I was in a coma
And in Seattle my partner Chilly Chill
Got that purple leaf dank that really real
I'm global, boy, I be travellin
Gettin further in the air like a javelin
Chirpitch, kirkitch, finna bounce to San Coy
Mac Dre, global, holler at your boy
[ CHORUS ]

Is this muthafucka on?
(Check-check 1-2
Yeah bitch, go check your muthafuckin puss
Yeah, this's your homeboy Jay from the Romper Room Crew
We just lounge here in the Country Club right about now
You know what I'm sayin?
But now I'm gonna pass this to my young dog Mac Mall)

[VERSE 1]
Passin Mac Mall the mic is like lighting a fuse
To a fat pipe bomb in a packed-ass room
Full of broke pimpetrators who be all tryin to dis
And them hairshop hoes playa-hatin for the dick
Now naw, I can't forget all them rumour-spreadin tricks
Chocolate nuts for your mouth when this dope album hits
Like a ??hoe?? out of China, ballers say I am a timer
Cause I was shootin game since I was a minor
Some of these rappers is liars, candy-coated and shit
Counterfeit-ass nigga, you can't blow up in this shit
I went from bein broke to havin fat accounts
From Ben Davis to wearin clothes you can't pronounce
From spittin lines to the ladies to bust the game to a bitch
First they hung up in my face, now I got em doin flips
So when my cuddies ask, "Mall, you stress offa what suckers say?"
I tell em, "Naw folks, it's all in the game"

[CHORUS]
I'm comin up on the playa tip
Your boy done bubbled, so be prepared for some major shit
Nigga, we comin up on the playa tip
(So shake them squares and start chosin on some playas, bitch)

[VERSE 1]
Still got a Tec-9 in my cream creased Dockers
Hang with big timers, hustlers and bank-robbers
Players who be real about they money, you know
My dick get harder with every dollar, so who needs a hoe?
But sometime I like to get my tip ate
And if you ain't careful, it might be your bitch, mayn
V-Town hog, so I dog her like a doorway gap
I'm from the Crestside, partner, and fool, we do em like that
One-time, they be on me, cause my pockets is paroley
Sippin Hennessy not 40's, stayin far from the phoneys
Fuck a homie, nigga, but you can be my cuddy, though
You got a microphone, some money, or a sack to roll
In the Country Club Crest we can have a choke fest
Them six figure-digits got a young mac possessed
To the point, if it ain't about money, then it ain't mandatory
I keep my business and pleasure in different categories
Cause once they mix, then you trip, man fool, you lost control
Went broke behind a punk-ass hoe
Nigga

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3]
Dome loaded, ripped off Hen'
Hell of g's addin up in my countin machine
I count them endless dollars before I have a dream
Of a muthafuckin heist or a gafflin scheme
P-89 Ruger with the red beam
Is the tool I use when I let off steam
I'm out here gettin famous, and you're just a fiend
That's why everytime you see me you be muggin me
Is your system on that morphine?
Now did your your lungs get sprung on the ice cream?
Now playa-hatin niggas, this rap's for y'all
You know I got a middle finger and a cap for y'all
As long as my name is young Mac-ass Mall
This game won't stop, won't pause, won't stall
Now nigga, get rich, read a bitch and kill a snitch
But make sure your actin's on the playa tip
Nigga

On the playa tip
You know

Yeah nigga
We live from the muthafuckin Country Club
You know what I'm sayin
Smokin the dank down to a nud
Ain't even trippin
We got bitches all out here
[Name] and shit, you know
Ant Banks all around this muthafucka burpin and fartin and shit
I don't know
We just live it, boy

[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yams
And I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say, "Goddamn!"
Boy, I got heat, flame-o, pull a mic, liquid draino
Verbal volcano, they love me, cause they know
I'm cut from the cloth that real men are made of
Bitches get sprayed up with clips of this Bay love
Attackin you with vernacular, dialect and lingo
The Rapper Gone Bad, boy, peep the first single
Bounce and shake what your mammy gave you
It's the drapers, can you feel it? Nothin can save you
>From the dapper rapper who stay fitted like a mannequin
Hoes see me in the traffic and say, "Girl, there go that man again"
I'm fabulicious, game nutricious
Break bitches like dishes and drink like them fishes
Boy, put some of that yukon jack in the bag
And come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad
(Rapper gone bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)
[ VERSE 2 ]
I'm a old schooler like Grandmaster and the 5 that was Furious
Bitches goin delirious even though it ain't that serious
You're curious? Well, listen to these lyricals
Them suckers tryin to knock this, it's gonna take a miracle
I'm seasoned with the game that o.g.'s told me
Got laced like Luke did by Obi Won Kenobi
Or Yoda, hold a, mic in my right hand
And when I'm sleep you know I keep a fat strap in my nightstand
I strike men, my height, man, is l-o-double d
I see us after the show at the hotel Double Tree
Cool, calm and collected, but sometimes I get mean
Cause suckers sick of the scene like they Jack and i'm the Green
Giant, defiant, bitches get dealt with quick
Can't be on this ball team unless you wanna help get grits
Let's get rich, is what I tell em, sell em dreams like horoscopes
They try to fight the feeling, but it's hard to ignore your folks
Mac D with the r connected to the e (me)
Might be at the bar drinkin Hennessy
In between the sheets I'm a freak and a cold piece of work
My puddy over her body like Johnny, Keith and Levert
(Rapper gone bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)
[ VERSE 3 ]
A thug like 2pac, wanna mack like Too $hort
Smoke punks like Newports, get drunk off 2 quarts
Bendin corners in somethin ninety-new
Lookin real ragoon on my way to see Chuey
Boy, I'm on the air gettin heavy rotation
But I'm still a player with a Chevy on Daytons
I'm hi-po, and the five-o really can't stand me
Got posse, Flowmasters and Shift, King and Tranny
Chirpin every time I shift gears
In that '95 Impala with them gold-dipped gears
Put some of that 151 in the bag
Come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad
(Rapper gone bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)

Lone Catalysts
Yo
I grab these microphones to live, son
Pay the rent, put food on the table
Got a roof over my head
But I take it serious
No joke

[VERSE 1: J. Sands]
Comin straight out the box, first edition, nutrition
From musicians, food for thought when you listen
I been around the atlas, countries and states
Everybody knows the Catalysts bumps, beats and breaks
The most true to life rap tactics for practise
The fact is, I tilt a nigga off his axis
The way that Sands taxes, doin his mic matches
Somethin massive, let me explain what the wrath is
Four hundred years of oppression, anger, aggression
And the anxiety of a blackman stressin
The devil keep on testin, always gotta offer his suggestions
Make it seem greater when it's less than
That's just tricknowledge
They teach you it from high school through college
So you can go out and get them dollars
It's just a game they play to see who has the fattest wallet
That's why most blacks smoke crack and most white alcoholics

[CHORUS: J. Sands]
I grab these microphones to live, son, rest in peace Big Pun
Because you know another day you're not promised to live one
Yo, the streets are hot, most blocks are like a prison
So if you're lookin for love, kid, you gots to give some
Man, these days are cold-blooded, everyone's butted
Rock jewels that stay flooded, the weak, they never cut it
Sometime I be like 'what if' but ain't a damn thing gonna change
Cause it's just part of the game

[VERSE 2: J. Sands]
Aiyo, I slap-box lyrics through mics, the smooth type
That move right into a state of mind to fight
Cause it's all ground zero, my street level bureau
We'll play this game until we master it like Ken Duro
So what's your role? My part is the aural
Sub-moral, Lone Catalysts remain plural
I'm like ???? headin out to ????
Maryland, in a caravan to a rural
Spot to make a drop-off, that's how I hustle my raps to prosper
Cause MC's disappear like Jimmy Hoffa
The hungriest cats are at the crib writin this very minute
They see the pennant and wanna win it
That's how styles get invented
Y'all new jack timid frontin-ass niggas rhymes be rented
I got no respect for y'all, y'all probably be the next to fall
You wanna bang, kid, should be waitin for the ref to call
A time-out, so you can find out
Any possible way to exit this rhyme bout

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3: J. Sands]
Okay now let me get back to the session at hand
My DJ's name is Jason Rawls, I don't need no band
Yo, I travel across the land, microphone in hand
Do some dates out west so I can work on my tan
I guess it's just the rap life
Y'all know who y'all niggas act like?
Quick to blaze the bag pipe and talk about the last night
Some are real grimey muthafuckas up in the fast life
Don't give a damn about rap cause they're stresin the crack price
(And grip the Mack tight) Some niggas frail like a glass pipe
With more bodyguards than Bill Clinton around they ass, type
To walk the streets at night carryin a flashlight
Some are players grabbin all the mamis on they ass tight
Bust it, some smoke weed, get skeed, hashis
Dust and ecstacy, shrooms and drink ??booze??
For all my rappin niggas, I hope we link soon
Get yours, I'm gettin mine, cause it's about time

[CHORUS]

A life...

Yo, I wanna give a shoutout to everybody in hip-hop who couldn't be here
Yo, Big Pun
Freaky Tah
Big L
Scott La Rock
Trouble T Roy
MC Trouble
Keith Cowboy
Peace
We miss you

(feat. Lil' Romeo, Silkk the Shocker)

[Chorus x4]
Girls jock me
You cant knock me
We ghetto ballin
My real thugs got me

UNNGGHHHHHHHHH!

[Verse 1: Master P]
Love money, hate haters
10 years later, still gettin paper
Put 20's on the big wheel
It's Univeral now
Just signed a big deal
Party at the spot, come ball wit me
And if you aint a real Don
Stop calling me
It aint about what you got
Its who you are
My only bad habits are icey cars
Open up my mouth, didnt mean to blind ya
Take you to (?) just to wine and dine ya
You wanna make music girl look me up
And if your girlfriends cute boo
Hook me up, get your drank on
I got the tab, we dont speak on nuttin
That we really dont have
I told you it was a bentley
That was pickin you up
Moet and Cristal, we be mixin it up
Cuz, I'm the player made it cool to be cunt
Only run with the realest
Thats just business and money
Call me the big dog, yall the little cats
You aint a true hustler unless you lose it
And get it back

[Chorus 4x]

[Verse 2: Lil Romeo]
Ok, we dont rent or lease
We do cars(Ya heard?)
Compare us to yall whodi, dont try
I got nine houses, eight cars
Take my little sister to Mattel to get toys
I bet we have how much? Thats only mine
And that frank limo cost sixty-five
Geeez, Oooh Wee, now why little boys
wanna hate on me?
We rock Grade A (?) to cubian stones
The only thing glowing is the ice on my arm
When I hit the playground, its time to go in
I made my first million at the age of ten
I love the girls, cuz the girls love me
You cant pick up a magazine without seein me
Six Flags, or the mall where you find me at
I could buy what I want
I need a whodi check, Uh!

[Chorus 4x]

[Verse 3: Silkk]
We keep it real, we dont lie
We comin at you, look look
We dont try
So they heard I was the best in the south
She said I dont wanna be with you
I just wanna test you out"
I said Ma you gotta know fast
Look, I dont have to touch you
But tomorrow you gon' have to bail like Usher
She said, what I'm gon' do after this
I said nothin, cuz there aint nothin after sex
Look, Ma, I'm the best there aint nothin after me
TRU player for real, ask Master P
I can get you the finer things
Designer names, designer things
Talkin bout diamond rings
Hit the mall up, to armonte exchange
You with that climb the range
Look, I'm a baller Ma, just my extra game
Doctor feelgood, minus the pain
If you married, you aint gotta hide your ring
I know you get boys sometimes
Come on, try some things
If we get high in New Orleans
We can fly to Maine
Learn some new languages
We can fly to Spain
Look at what my ring say
Now thats a hell of a ring
I said, no V-P in Rome
Thats a hell of a team
And yo, I'll do us, thats a hell of a dream
And if I say so my self, No Limit
Thats a hell of a thing, Holla!

[Chorus 4x]

Yo JT tell her to give me a 7 UP man
Hey, hey that bitch tripping man, hey bring us some drinks hoe
Man that show was liver than a motherfucker they was loving us
Man it was large as shit

Verse 1 (JT the Bigga Figga)

Check the sickness, forget this game that you missing
So I understand you had a plan to rip up potential
Players in the game without no shame to fault me
Realize that they surprised that you tried to salt me
I backed up off ya, I seen ya coming
Doing a 100 or more running, so now I'm gunning
If you try to play them players nigga than you getting played
Keeping my game tight so short like a razor blade
Afraid of who is what you ask me
Just because you got your mac10 ready to blast me
And pass me up as if you didn't know
Representing getting low, P nigga hit the floor

Verse 2 (Master P)

Sideways through the cut with the gold one's spinning
Suckers jealous cause they know the P is deep up in it
On my way to Filmore to see JT
We ain't set tripping its all about some dope beats
But you got to watch your back for them perpetrators
Imitators man I mean player haters
You know the type, that's quick to fucking give you dap
And all the while, they ready to fucking peel your cap
And if ya don't understand don't test me
Cause the P ain't living fucking nappy
I'll leave some motherfucking flowers at your gravesite
And make love to your bitch almost every night
Caught you slipping and you died like a perpetrator
On your tombstone should read player hater

(Chorus)

I ain't saying no names
Its alot of player haters ain't true to the game

Verse 3 (Master P)

Player haters in ya face wanna talk and laugh
Same fool in the hood with a ski mask
Don't move don't budge don't even flinch
Caught you slipping so they going for your dividends
I should put you on your back once they get your scraps
Cause they know a nigga like you is living fat
And as you stroll in the 4, cause life is cold
But don't trip cause that's just a bad episode
That life in the ghetto ain't no joke
At sometime you die in this game for selling dope
But if you don't sell dope, than you gotta kick it
And them same hoes, they wanna fucking kick it

Verse 4 (San Quinn)

Do you wanna ride to this or do you wanna side to this
Just a young baby boy coming with the flyest shit
Get you higher than that chronic can bring ya
Lets hit that niggas field
Coming from your shoulders, now you reaching for your steel
My ?? of real is a step away from nothing happened
Pick up the mic and get to rapping
Stepping like the?? making all these hoes something vicious
Not even these playa haters can identify my sickness
You taking winners to ?? while I caught myself
Hit the cuts and came up with legitimate wealth
From the ?? hardest city by the Bay
Busting rhymes, dropping nines dropping simply for a payday
Had his rest to make way
Before I break him down with the og russian cickle
When the shit don't tickle
My show won't pickle and I ain't no buster
You player hating niggas better stay away from a real hustler

And its like that for the 94 nigga

(Repeat 3x)

And its like that and its like that
And you player hating niggas don't like that

[Chorus x2]
What's our frame of mind?
Master of mainstream disaster
And now that you know, no doubt you've been captured
Caught buy pay attention and we'll let your thougts roam free
The underground liberty

[Oracle]
A high chance you'll get damaged in this life challenge
Though it's hard to manage like scales that are off balance
Ay yo niggas are nuts riding my phallus
They're trying to compare my rap ballads
While they're spittin' hot shit 'cause they toss salad
My people travel upstream like salmon
Got water flows powerfull like a firehose
Connect it to your stereo and feel the Water World hysteria take you over
Don't matter if you're drunk or sober
Got you entranced like Indian dancing cobra's
Our melodies are solar so you can see the light
Our only claim is we're the brightest
Don't want to be the nicest lyricist
'Cause thruthfully words are primitive
You get amped when we jump start your party and make you chant
I'll enhance your motion with electric shocks ferocious
It's trance music hypnosis
We're moving crows like water in front of Moses
You're wet before you notice
This workout like Tae-Bo aerobics
With punch lines and drum kicks and all sets get flipped
High and low decibels hit and whole crews get split in half
And no doubht you know the math

[Chorus x2]

[Kimani]
You know the way the shit goes money for nothing and the chicks for free
But I swear sometimes when I be watching MTV
I'm catching visions of violence, sit in silence
For 120 minutes before I raised the black flag like Henry Rollins
Calling up to loveline "hello? Wel.."
I got a story to tell to do with they ky-gel
I speared Brittany in the back of a Caddy with 9 inches of meat
Talking on my cell phone to Puff Daddy at the Grammy's
Told him "Put me on the guestlist!"
Got backstage and hung Brandy with a rusty ass necklace
They went back for the street boys, I gut off the street noise
By breaking their necks on the floor like a B-boy
Then destroyed the whole program
Had a vision where the wizard was N'sync and I was Conan
I sliced 5 necks at the stem
Laced the mic with C-4 set to blow when Usher Raymond begin
Then stuck my Tim's in the white flabby ass of Marilyn Manson
Gave him a gat and had him bucking at Hanson
Now I'm phantom like the menace, whole crews get diminished
When I'm screaming out loud like No Limit
Present the best rap performance to me, R&B vocal
Hard rock, classical, and country
They're all mine, I'm sort of like the greatest all time
You're sweating me more then Jennifer Lo's behind
While I'm here player hating on most
Grandiose MC's I be turning your bread to burnt toast
With John Blaze shit the type to amze with
I rap tight like Africans packed up in a slave ship

[Chorus x2]

(Yeah)

Tell you 'bout my bitch

(Oh-oh, baby)

Some might even say she our bitch

(Yeah)

I don't even trip

(Oh-oh, baby)

(It's you I'm keepin nigh
You, baby, that gets me high
You blew my mind a thousand times
My savior of a troubled life
Laced up too just how I like
Everything sweet, a pure delight
You got me fiending day and night
Anticipating your very sight)

I was 16 years old when I met this hoe from Flint
And found she was out cold when I tried to let her through
Flashbacks of bein without her, with me
Fucked with me till I went and got her with me
Every day niggas ask about her, I know they on her
But I'm gon' hit this corner
To keep em from gettin on her when I want her
She appear, she in my system like a bomber
Name was Sinsemilia, that's why I love her
She never played me jealous, though
When I be fuckin with some other hoe that she don't know
She in the cut like 'I don't give a fuck'
She's just so potent that she know she got me stuck
Run over like a truck
To me it's all a pipe dream
I'm knowin if she leave then I be on fiend
Though, so I lean like I'm supposed to
Come up with something no one can come close to
She help out, sometimes she let me in
And tell me, "That's because I love the way you took me in
I work better on whatever if you got some gin
So get the Seagram, we can see if we can both win"
She like that, I write that dopeness
Cause she got my focus
Clownin like it was jokers
Buzzin like it was locust
The only hoe I ever loved
Since I came up in this muthafucka, that's My Dove

(Miss Dove, you got me feeling high
Miss Dove, so high as the star sky
Miss Dove, I place no above her
My Dove, the only hoe I love)

She was the baddest thing I ever hit
I think it was November back in '86
Outside the [Name] she was doper than those other hoes
I've been bent since her scent first hit my nose
Light-skinned, peach fuzz got me buzzin and chasin
Strokin her with my cousin in the basement
She's all I ever needed when I was rhymin
I started clockin and lacin my girl with white diamonds
And I was all in
About this time is when I started ballin
I never got caught above or fallin short
When haulin some dope from my niggas in Flint out of Detroit
She kick it with my when I roll her with my dogs
Smoked out, cause this is not your ordinary broad
'No future' brought me closer to her
I use the odor through my lyrics when I do it to her
She like that, and I write that dopeness
Cause she got my focus
Clownin like it was jokers
Buzzin like it was locust
The only hoe I ever loved
Since I came up in this muthafucka, that's My Dove

(Miss Dove, you got me feeling high
Miss Dove, so high as the star sky
Miss Dove, I place no above her
My Dove, the only hoe I love)

"Ooh, la-la-la
Look at fat, fat ass" when my girl walk by
Wearin shit like plastic and askin why
All these niggas in my area be actin high
Like they watchin Toni Braxton in they bedroom lie
Missionary and be very interested in I
Get up in her like a winner cause that ass too fly
I wish she had a pager
So I can hit her off with somethin major
I'm sayin she a hoe, I know, still a nigga don't pay her
24/7 she got her ass in the air
Fuckin with some other song
But I'm gon' still fuck her with no rubber on
That's where we at, everyday I be with my girl
Sometime I think she twisted like a jherri curl
Cause she be in these hoes' mouth constantly
Then right back in my pocket where she 'sposed to be
They say they always see my hoe off in the Bay
I guess I get with Davey, let him know I'm on my way
Hooked up the Yukon, the futon, I got the bomb, and it's all day
So let's get it on like we Marvin Gaye
And so I stay ever ready to be bustin like confetti
On your whole congregation of blatant player-hation
But she say, "Fuck em
Punk-ass muthafuckas ain't really sayin nothin"
She like that, and I write that dopeness
Cause she got my focus
Clownin like it was jokers
Buzzin like it was locust
The only hoe I ever loved
Since I came up in this muthafucka, that's Miss Dove

[Intro:]

G'yeah, how we gon' get on this one? (Westside)
Uh, my homey Bird in the house (N-O-T-R in the house)
I said da foes in the house (There's pork in the house)
MC Eiht in the house, g'yeah
And this how we gettin down (The new style in the house)
To the West, my Gz, to the West
To your chest, my Gz, to your chest

We puttin it down
From block to block, to scale this town
From crooked cops to, dope spots, all around
Uhh, hot poles to six folds of strawberries
Hood's tight like Fort Knox, runnin thru military
Attitudes, don't even try it, Tek 9's
AK's, will be stored in a riot
Quiet as kept, we creep, put you to sleep
No bull-essin, dirty ass Mac 11's keep spittin
Killers they cheat *?that they ass?*
Punk one-times gaffle to my homey Tiny T's battle ground
187's, 211's is for the paper
No ..... kiddin, caps get peeled in the city
E's bringin you the bomba
Ragtops we sell, oh, from Compton to Alandra
Cruisin in my 6-tre wit Eazy-E
Blunt smokin, tryin ta dash from the C-P-D
Do or die for the wicked Westside, who's the best?
Fake the West as I pound it on my chest
Compton is where we do it all day
G'yeah, bitch, oh why you come my way?
"Get Revenge" is the motto
Crack sacks to, pull jacksta, down St.Ives bottles
Representin

G'yeah come on, uhh
To the West, my Gz, to the West
(Uhh, g'yeah, puttin it down for 9-6)

Homies, we're county bound, wit the hot 9's
One-time slam my face to the ground
Hot girls can you set you up
Hollow points, hit the car when, them Compton Gz bust
(Who) can't stand my definition?
Murders I wrote, gats I tote, is my daily day mission
Kids get caught up in the rapture
Wit the murderous styles that they after
Young guns, dumpin to keep it pumpin, gots ta leave sockin
Keep dem 9 mill's rockin
No place is this place I dwell, cross every states
House Compton cell mates
Tossed souls get torn
1-5-9, I represents us the day I was born
Musta been my destiny
Blast to the face so they won't get the best of me
To make a big fat grip (grip)
Land of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we steady dip
Come test me, don't wanna do it, I keeps it jumpin
.44 Mag will definitely keep you stumpin
We back again
Them killers from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
I'm representin

G'yeah, (Where we goin?)
To the West, my Gz, to the West (To where?)
Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your chest (So waddup?)
To the West, my Gz, uhh
Compton all day, Compton all day
G'yeah (come on, uhh, come on, uhh)

Our motto's "Do or Die", we specialise in
Hittin switches and dumpin fools in ditches
If it's on, it's on, regulatin
Player hatin, run your organisation like a poem
Put that down like James Brown, I got'cha
Hey fool, I shot ya
Domes get delivered on platters
Hot heat from under the seat, fools you better stagger
My Uzi weighs a tonne
Stomp and claimin Compton from, g'yeah, day one
Sometimes I got to thank God
For puttin me in the middle of the land, where homies buck and sqwuab
For life, Compton for life and not for this rap
Stay true to the streets, so Gz get it straight
It just got to be that way
For my Gz that's, why everyday
Sneaks around, to put the buck down
Compton 24/7, g'yeah, stay the hell down
We clown on the daily
Others try and fade the West but they must be crazy
I'm representin

G'yeah (Hey, come on)
To the West, my Gz, to the West
Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your chest
And we ain't sayin no names, uhh
Compton, uhh, g'yeah
Buck em down, buck em down
Buck em, brrrgh, uhh

Life But How To Live It -
Life can get bumpy so get ready for a ride
Think you got a plan but let me confide
Got a few friends? You're luckier than most
On this map of life it's easy to get lost

Make a wrong turn and it could cost you a lot
But let's hope you get more than one shot
But you got to try and get off your ass
Sometimes when you fall down it just means you've got some class

There are no promises anyone can keep
No one will cry for you, maybe your momma' will weep
Be who you are let the players play their game
Being real is its own reward and it could keep you sane

You might just get to win some And there are so many more you lose
At least when you earn something You know you paid your dues
And if something comes too easy You'll lose it just the same
Remind yourself there is no sense Trying to lay the blame

So just remember you can run but you can't ever hide
Choose your choices well they are yours to decide
Be who you are and as they say, keep it real
There's nothing very long that you can conceal

Life seems long but it goes by really quick
Be a gentle person and don't be a lousy prick
Be grateful and treat others the way you want to be treated
Don't be sour grapes 'cause every now and then we all get cheated

Life's a vibrating string, an illusion at best
Try to get it better each time and forget the rest
There will always be pain - but it will pass
Try to enjoy it 'cause it goes by so fast

Make a wrong turn and it could cost you a lot
But let's hope you get more than one shot
But you've got to try and get off your ass
Sometimes when you fall down it just means you got some class

Life's a vibrating string, an illusion at best
Try to get it better each time and forget the rest
There will always be pain - but it will pass
Try to enjoy it 'cause it goes by so fast

The first time that i saw you
I knew right then i had to have you
You were standing on the stage
Looking so damn good
I grabbed your hand
And we started to dance
I have to admit it felt like heaven
Girl, now we're in love
The two of us
And you should know that i
Would never give you up for nothing
Cause in you, i found my best friend
Love you til the end

The sky had never been so blue
The sun ain't never shine so bright before me
And now i know for sure
That your love is all i'll ever need
Whenever i'm around you
Whenever i'm around you, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl the love i have for you
Will always be the same

Don't ever let nobody tell you different
Cause i only wanna be with you
And we can take a walk down the aisle if you with it
Cause i don't want nobody else but you
You know i wanna love you forever, forever, forever

Forever, forever, forever,
Don't ever let nobody tell you different
Never, never
Cause my heart's gonna love you forever

Sometimes you kiss & hug
Got me feeling sometimes i never knew what it was to be loved
But between the both of us
I know for sure there's no question
That i love you, i love you
You love me, you love me
And i would die without your lovin'
Girl if you would ever leave me
So please don't you ever go
That's how i know for sure what i'm here for

The sky had never been so blue
The sun ain't never shine so bright before me
And now i know for sure
That your love is all i'll ever need
Whenever i'm around you
Whenever i'm around you, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl the love i have for you
Will always be the same

Don't ever let nobody tell you different
Cause i only wanna be with you
And we can take a walk down the aisle if you with it
Cause i don't want nobody else but you
You know i wanna love you forever, forever, forever
Forever, forever, forever,
Don't ever let nobody tell you different
Never, never
Cause my heart's gonna love you forever

Girl you are the blame
For a player changing his game
Gotta switch it up and make a change
Cause i don't do the things i use to do
Cause i rather be around you
So girl please
Don't ever take your love away from me
Please say you'll stay here with me forever

Don't ever let nobody tell you different
Cause i only wanna be with you
And we can take a walk down the aisle if you with it
Cause i don't want nobody else but you
You know i wanna love you forever, forever, forever
Forever, forever, forever,
Don't ever let nobody tell you different

Never, never
Cause my heart's gonna love you forever

Forever
Forever & ever

What if this is nearly over?
Everything coming to an end
As I see fading colours
Finding it harder to pretend
No one can take away the days that we conquered
They hang like shadows in my mind
Everything I thought
Everything I felt
Thank God that's over
Reading the signs
We're out of time
There is always a new story
Another player in the game
Can I rise to a new glory?
Or will these demons keep me chained?
Sometimes fear consumes my every emotion
So I'm drifting with the tide
Everything I am
Everything I did
With total devotion
Reading the signs
We're out of time
The sun will still rise
Maybe shine a little bit brighter
No matter what they say
We can reach a little bit higher
Shake away the chains
We can do this together
I know with you by my side
We'll be alright
The sun is gonna rise...
Alright alright
We'll be alright
Alright alright
We'll be alright
Alright.

[MF Grimm]
Tossing, turning, dreams of murder, someone's killing me
Of changes, there's nights I'm on a killing spree
All done cold blood waking up in cold sweats
This is such a cold world unconscious getting death threats
Shadows choking me, my last breath lets out my body
It's a conspiracy, my mind and my body's not really down with me
Me against the whole world? It's a little deeper
Me against my self, I fight the Grim Reaper
Swing sickle, I got my Glock bust rounds off
Demented, schizophrenic, I know this sounds off to you
I do not lie, when I doze off spirits hope I die, whatever
Angels waste the time, they work together
Scheme and plot on me, 'cause I'm the son of man
I hear voices from a dog like Son of Sam
Don't give a damn if the bullets fill me
I don't wanna live, I hope they kill me
Put me out my misery, I live in misery
I kill all my enemies, cause I love company
Those who seek me, are called wise men
Or either wise-guys I prey you comprehend
And realize I'm condemned

No rest, homicidal dreams
My cellmate, all he do is scream
Out loud how he wants to go home
That's funny, I'm here all alone
Locked, in a single cell
His back's bleeding, he's cold as hell
And I'm hoping, they turn on some heat
I call the C.O. to bring some extra sheets
"Where'd he go?" he walk through walls, run halls, I prey "teach me"
They don't seem him at the health try to reach me
I say "please see how he feels"
They said, "He's alright but he's not real"
Evaluations say I suffer from depression
Hallucinations, self-corration's what they're guessin
I'm here doing years, I'm stressin'
Medicate me, sedate me want me to rest an'
Don't take it cause he said that won't be best an'
He said I need his help and he needs me
"Nigga you walk through walls, go home you're free"

Home, that was far and he was turned off
Cause his wings was burned off
A lesson was learned, communicate with one
I was chosen cause I'm God's son

[MF Doom]
And I'm the retarded one!
(*sings*) Out in the streets
You won't survive with, wack-ass beats ("We can see that!")
These days and times
Watch as we get ours with rhymes

To my Metal Face bros with stomachs of cast iron
Who been into when in blast to the last siren
On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick
Chased them all like Cairo did to Slobodan Milosovik
Anyhoo, how 'bout them Yankees?
Once I leave off-stage the party people thanks mee's
If I may speak freely nasty like the freaky-deeky
At your local sleazy speak-easy
Famely fan of the limelight
In the mic stand was a phallic stick of dynamite
It's risky business like hand-to-hand crack sale
With rappers who's better off on the cover of Black Tail
Jumpin Jehosaphat, who's that?
Who cats who do magic like "Tell me how you do's that"
Heck no, especially those who cop pleas like gecko
Thought I might do techno
Ha ha, betcha bust out laughing at the bet
For no reason he get cussed out like Tourette
Yet tight flow to make her bad ass stutter
Or even crack a smile from a mad fast cutter
Butter, word play since third grade age
Back when we used to play "Bang! Open bird cage"
Hip hop Benny Hill's to penny straight
Get every penny weight then he chill, at any rate
My metal face hold with tongue release I-ring
Do yourself, I will continue to do my thing
Like Kung-Fu fighting everybody was biting
Then the super-villain struck again like lightning
In the same spot (bzzz!) now what's the chance of that?
And a name drop like pick the name out the hat
That's a known drop from the, liver conniver
Who vote player out the rap game like Survive while I-ah
Drop through greens like a nerd cat wheeling ten speed
So way back spin your back and then freeze
While I play high-ball, low-ball, to zero
So called rhymers, go call Cleo
While I, steal the show like thought-so-try-hiking
Super-duper stars need Ortho-TriCylin
Sometimes the men, mostly from the women
I hear voices saying that's the super-villain
(Uhh, I hear voices)
Mostly from the women, I hear voices... super-villain

(feat. Shima)

[Verse 1:]
When I first glanced at ya, I knew I had to have ya
Fly chassis with a sassy manner
She hold herself in a high standard
And hella suckers in the hood ain't never ran in her
Young tender, thoroughbred, born winner
I know you're busy, but you need to holler at your nigga
I won't scare you away with fast talk and game
I wanna know if I can have ya, but I start witcha name
Who you with? you say that you ain't got no mayn?
I'm tryin to tell you, girl, I let you star on my team
A play-maker, make a player slow his pace up
The type of face a brother wanna see when he wake up
She works hard nine to five, sometimes more
Cuz go to school at night, you see she got big goals
And I don't wanna bring you down, I just wanna come along
Make you moan, make a home, a place that we can both grow old
See, let this truth be told, I'm tryin to leave that fast life alone
To find a woman of my own, so we can get together and build
A foundation that's real and everyday I make you feel like a mill'

[Chorus:]
You got me wide open
But you ain't even knowin

[Shima]
You ain't knowin that I'm wide open
You got me goin and it's showin
That I want you
You ain't feelin me
I'm caught up indeed
You got me slippin and I'm trippin
Off the things you do

[Verse 2:]
You think I'm runnin drag, but I ain't even mad
I bet you all my cash I be the realest that you had
I wanna treat you lav', but you can't see that half
I'm tryin to keep you smilin if you just give me a chance
At times you make me laugh, you got me wide open
You think it's all a front, swear you ain't even knowin
If I was runnin drama on ya
I woulda bend in the wind, baby, hittin corners
Instead I'm standin right beside you like you know I'm 'posed to
Keepin composure, while most fools be in your face just tryin to get over
I see you know my style, me and my mob is wild
I hear your friends say I'm not trustworthy
But if you wait a while I shut that madness down
Proove to you once and for all that I'm deservin
Of your heart, your mind, your soul, your body, your time
If it's cool, boo, then give me a sign
Now I ain't tryin to rush you, but a/s, a/p
Keep a Mac on your mind and holler at me
I say ain't tryin to rush you, but a/s, a/p
Keep a Mac on your mind and holler at me

[Shima]
See I been waitin all my life
To find someone like you
And now that it's finally you and me
There's no time to lose
You're on my mind seven days a week
No matter what they say
Cause even though your style is wild
I like the way you do your thing
Baby, I'm wide open, too
I'm lovin me somethin new

From the album "Built To Last"

Maestro

Yo brothers ain't seen what I seen in this game son
Been in this game a long long long time
Still strivin' though
Yo ninety nine
It's the visine baby it's the visine
Yo

I build with Israelites Rastafarians God bodies
F o y sony Muslims T.O. to Brooklyn
Many nights in Bedsty blazin' trees out in Cali
With brothers from frat sippin' henny mad friendly
Got Toronto's rap title to Maracitles
Met Quincy Jones in eighty nine, that's my idol
Chicks from every nationality, showin' hospitality
Grabbin' me, showin' mad love in the club
Listen, check my rendition
Performed for royalty and politicians
Even done shows with the greatest emcees of all time
I was the one who used to say (eighty nine is mine)
I've seen alot of valleys, I've seen alot of peaks
I've seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept saying
Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition

[Chorus]
(these eyes) seen alot of shame in the game
(these eyes) seen alot of pain with the fame
(these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes
(these eyes) seen my name written in lights
(these eyes) I seen alot of things in my life
(these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes

I grab the microphone, like the priest does a roseary
Johova be shinin' when clouds are over me
So I recelect, remember Kid Capri
On BLS played my joint when I heard protect ya neck
Back in ninety two, but let's go back to eighty eight
Flemington, Don Mills and Negleton
Makin' beats with S and gellin' them
Remember when you labels wasn't feelin' me
Next year changed the scenery, gave birth to your energy
Toa, Ice-T and Public Enemy
Much gave me love, you niggas had to envy me
Couldn't stand to see a brother shine
Player haters always workin' overtime
I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks
I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin'
Son, stick to your vision, peep the composition

[Chorus]

Yo, people used to say Wes, wake up, stop dreamin'
Your fantasize, fuck the rappin', it won't happen
I paid my dues, brothers seen me sacrafice
Another song in the key of life
Mr. Maes' got the iller track, I did a three sixty
Seen God starin' in the mirror, black
I figured that if I stayed focus, when situations seemed hopeless
I'm elevatin', breakin' the spell of satan
I want my lyrics written out like esco
To show the rap world how the industry slept
So when I'm gone, the parable will carry on
Young cats can sitback, puff tron, cool out, and sing along
I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks
I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin'
Son, stick to your vision, stick to your vision
I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of peaks
I seen the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
Sometimes I fell, but a voice kept sayin'
Son, stick to your vision, out

[Chorus]

(Intro)

Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killas and a hundred dollar billas
(Yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open)
For real niggas who ain't got no feelings
(Keep your eyes open)
(No doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)
(Just watch my back, I got this first, yo)
Check it out now
(Word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda)

(Prodigy)
I got you stuck off the realness
We be the Infamous - you heard of us
Official Queensbridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got 'nuff shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for theyself in this land we be gunnin'
And keep them shook crews runnin' like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside ya face you're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
Your simple words just don't move me you're minor, we're major
You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
Don't make me have to call your name out; your crew is featherweight
My gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen, but my mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothin' really hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
Why they still alive I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
If I die I couldn't choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation (Now)
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Chorus:
Son, they shook...
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
They shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look

Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

(Havoc)
For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to life
Yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
Ain't no time for hesitation that only leads to incarceration
You don't know me, there's no relation
Queensbridge niggas don't play I don't got time
For your petty thinking mind son, I'm bigga than those
Claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold
And when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
You talk a good one but you don't want it
Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live,
Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did?
No time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts
Front if you want kid, lay on your back
I don't fake that kid you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin'; E&J got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin'; think I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin'
Get that loot kid, you know my function
'Cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
And once I get on I'ma put on, on my people
React mix to lyrics like macks I hit your dome up
When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin' cause I'm creepin'

Chorus:

Son, they shook...
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
(He's just a shook one)
They shook...
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
(We live the live that of diamonds)

They shook...
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
They shook...
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..

Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
But some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah
To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas
To real brothers who ain't got no dealings
G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money
41st side (he's just a shook one)
Keepin' it real (you know)
Queens get the money...

(Talk fades out)

From the first time I saw you I knew there's no other
You know that you got me lately.
But you're kissing goodbye with different brothers
And I wanted to call you "baby".
And you're sure, and I'm sure, and we're sure,
Everybody's sure in love, oh, can we live without it
I'm awfully yours and you've said that you're mine
But for now pardon me I doubt it...

Every time I try, every time I try
To say "girl, would you be my only baby?"
You ain't give me no no no no no chance, for a true romance, girl, true romance
Every time I plan, every time I plan to tell "girl, am I still, am I still the only man?"
Oh, you pretend now, that you understand now, but you got a date with another ten.
Oh, no, you got a date with another ten and then got a date with another twelve.
I know, you got a date with another ten, you got a date with another man...

Simple rhymes like "two dollars" and "city of sorrow" we measure a life by quarters
MCM showing pools and the players of polo reality on the water.
Cash's becoming the matter of life. What is wrong? What is right?
Oh, can we live without it?
Only love is much bigger than time and a crime
But for now pardon me I doubt it...

Babe I'll treat you right ?to you? never treat you wrong
Oh I don't care about your house, come and telephone
Honey, please, continue to do all that you do
You've got the sweetest voice and look like Erykah Badu
Sometimes you're cut in the heart in the biggest part
And I know it would be trouble from you from the start
Oh, honey please continue to do all that you do
You've got the sweetest voice and look like, oh, Erykah Badu

Every time I try, every time I try
To say "girl, would you be my only baby?"
You ain't give me no no no no no chance, for a true romance, girl, true romance.
Every time I plan, every time I plan to tell "girl, oh, am I still the only man?"
Oh, you pretend now, that you understand now, but you got a date with another ten.

Every time I try, every time I try
To say "girl, would you be my only baby?"
You ain't givin' me no no no no no chance, for a true romance, girl, love romance.
Every time I plan, every time I plan to tell "girl, am I still, still the only man?"
Oh, you pretend now, that you understand now, but you got a date with another ten.
Oh, no, you got a date with another ten, I know you got a date with another twelve.
Oh, yo, you got a date with another ten, I know you got a date with another men...
I heard it
You got a date, you got a date, you got a date with another fourteen, fifteen,
You got a date with another man, I know you got a date with another man...
You've got a date!

[Intro/Hook: DJ Total K-Oss & Go-Mack]
Four niggas under our groove
Well, alright y'all gettin' one ---] Kokane
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
And you don't stop, y'all ---] Kokane
Four niggas, we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now, uhhhhhhh
ATL ---] KM.G
We go, four niggas under our groove
For the funk of it ---] KM.G
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
Outlaw, out law ---] KM.G
Four niggas, we're on the move
For the funk of it ---] KM.G
Nothin' can stop us now, uhhhhhhh
Pimp Clinic, Pimp Clinic ---] KM.G

[KM.G W/ Echoes]
Pimp Clinic, Above the Law..
Pimp Clinic, Above the Law..
187Um, and I'm KM.G, Go-Mack, For the funk of it..

[Cold 187Um overlapping KM.G]
Boo yaa, right about now I'mma got to drop some flyyyyyy
Flyyyyy, some cooooooooooooooooooooooooool
And I'mma drop the bomb like this to you

[Verse 1: Cold 187Um]
Now, here's another way to get payin'
I'm million dollar nigga, not the million dollar man
G, I break a bitch like class
And if she give up a lyin' I put foot into her ass
Nigga, I smoke weed sometimes with the street hustlers
But you can cope some dope wine, and toss some 40s like a motherfucker
I think it's.. I'm about to move some fly shit up
I play it from the Old to New School, trick school up
You hooked to my style like a fiend on coke
It's like the moral junky you get, the mortal junky smoke
I don't slip, but I stalk with the whip
Cause I'm vocally pimpin, while I'm proud I'm gifted
But yo, once I'm pimpin, the whores all know I got a gang of them
Who gives a fuck if she claims somethin?
Cause late at night, I got the creeps on a whore
I throw a penny at the window, she be ready to go "OOOHHH"
I wouldn't treat like a sneak, I treated her just like a queen
Take straight to the Mongareen, and did the wild thing
Yo, then I went back to the set
And if my homies ain't stossin' out, I'm takin' none of bitches
Until it's gone if my homies can't have some "Sure baby"
What's the matter baby, I thought you wanna have some?
Cause you whore, is not our whores
And incase you didn't know, your bitch swings low
Flipped into a spot on a strip, break a fool off a mega somethin'
So don't trip cause I'm a South Central player and I gotta admit it
Last fool tried to fade this, we got him ass kicked
They call me a G but I ain't never gangbanged "Gangster"
Maybe because all the Keys I slanged
They call me hustler cause the money I make
You know, why they call you a player? ---] KM.G
Maybe because all the bitches I break

[Break:]
NOW HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE!!
Yeah, the industry is the filthy and I'm all up in it
NOW HOLD UP, IS IT SLICK?

[Verse 2: Cold 187Um]
Don't worry about it, baby, cause I got a fat dick
So here we go, here we go, here we go, C-O-L-D
187Um from the A-T-L Posse
How you gonna tell me where I'm ought to be within or where I been?
Understand where I'm comin' from?
How you gonna tell me that you digged me when you digged whack dumbs?
They don't wanna understand where I'm comin' from ---] KM.G
No, I'm finna blockin' the bridges, just from these broke ass niggas
Who steal the rag from the flag and comin' up much faker
Cause I say: about ten years from now, I'll be finicially stable
And I can probably take the piles on a turn, look back over the field
To see my Ups and Downs, to see the caps I peeled
And see the people who are still, down for the crown
You know, I have to give a shout out to the underground "That was fly"
So players, let's just chill cause things are better
And remember like mostly boy, nothin' changes but the weather
Cause I'm the Coldest, the Colder, the 187
The one that's known to put the fly pimp shit together

[KM.G]
Plus, me the KM.G the mega dick on call
I'm the one that's known for bumpin' the walls

[Cold 187Um]
And in the back, who's that?
A man with the style, a ranchin' ass nigga and we call him Go-Mack

[KM.G]
And the Gangster, who was ready to toss
Some call him strawberry known as Total K-Oss

[Hook: DJ Total K-Oss & Go-Mack]
Four niggas under our groove
Well, alright y'all gettin' one ---] Kokane
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
And you don't stop, y'all ---] Kokane
Four niggas, we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now, uhhhhhhh
ATL ---] KM.G
Four niggas under our groove
For the funk of it ---] KM.G
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
LawHouse ---] KM.G
Four niggas, we're on the move
For the funk of it ---] KM.G
Nothin' can stop us now, uhhhhhhh
Pimp Clinic, Pimp Clinic ---] KM.G

[Cold 187Um overlapping the above Hook]
One time for your mind, ranch the mothafuckers
91 style, 92 style, 93 style, 94 style, 95 style, 96 got a bad kicks
97 got the fly shit shipped together
Yes 98, lay on the straight K, I can't be played
Nooooooooohhh, ha ha ha ha, I bump the flyest rhymes 'til 10 thousand
That's why I'm out here, LawHouse

[Hook: w/ variations DJ Total K-Oss & Go-Mack]
Four niggas under our groove
For the funk of it ---] KM.G
Well, alright y'all this year ---] Kokane
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
And you don't stop, y'all ---] Kokane
Four niggas, we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now, uhhhhhhh

[Cold 187Um overlapping the above Hook]
Yes, yo, yo, yo, yo KM.G, yo Total K-Oss, yo Go-Mack
Let's get the fuck out here, man
Yo Law, Law Law, stop the fuckin' tape, man
I gotta go man, I gotta go

Four niggas under our groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
Four niggas, we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now, uhhhhhhh

[Outro: w/ minor variations DJ Total K-Oss & Kokane]
Four niggas under our groove
Well, alright y'all, baby bella ---] Kokane
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
The new funktiers, y'all ---] Kokane
Four niggas, we're on the move
Ha ha, Mack daddy dicks ---] Kokane
Nothin' can stop us now, uhhhhhhh

Four niggas under our groove
That nigga Swings y'all ---] Kokane
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
Swings from the underground y'all ---] Kokane
Four niggas, we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now, uhhhhhhh
Here we go, here we go..

Hook: (x2)
The more I look around the more it hurts
My livelihook is poisoned my works
Fall on deaf ears a messenger bringer
With a foreign face and
Tongue and
Slightly
Twisted view of this time and space
Space cadet ace
Reporting from base
The water hasn't a taste
The time and the place
The paper, the chase the race
Again

Verse 1:
Manifestation, reva-lation-lution
Retro-bution solution
My people are poor community war
What's the rivalry for?
The poor can't afford
Self genocide
Help 'em aside
He's on your side of the fight
Yep, but unfortunatley
Unproportionately out of order
We have kaos
Kaos to order they're closing the border
It's a flip of the quarter
For the players, existing in this game
I'm sensing a change
That all will come to pass
Then a movement of the mass
But who am I to tell on who will prevail
And who's fail and who in the hell
Are you going to tell?
You're new to the trail
Your doomed to sail
Away
Keep watching your backs
And cover your tracks
Get up on the facts and relax
And as the dust settles another one bites
He fights but he lost his life device
He's iced my advice
Don't play unless you plan to pay the price

Hook


The more I look around the more it hurts (x5)
I quiety go berserk when I work
Hoping to find that part of my mind
That's mostly confine and blind
Yes pure and refined
Untampered with time
Subliminal sublime
The criminal's crime
I reach and climb
I keep it refined I speak and I grind
Away
Keep watching your back and cover your tracks
Get up on the facts and relax
And as the dust settles another one bites
He fights but he lost his life device
He's iced my advice
Don't play unless you plan to pay the price

Hook

We all hurt sometimes. don't we?
We all get hurt sometimes. don't we?
We all laugh sometimes. don't we?
We often pass the time. don't we?
We all get mad sometimes. don't we?
We all can flash at times. can't we?
Have some piece of mind?
Don't we need to seize the time? don't we?
Life is f**ked up
But it can be
Some people just lucked up
Because they can see
The shit is chaotic in disguise
Guns and narcotics for or demise
And don't forget the lies
They pump you with
I rise to the occasion without a scratch or abrasion
Just a hop, skip, and jump
Away from a rock hit and a drunk
No loitering here
Aye y'all can't hang out after dark here
Excuse me sir but you can't park here!
I mean tell your dogs that they can't bark here
I mean the world is moving baby
But you gotta just hold on
But sometimes you can't just hold on
You gotta just let it go
Let, let, let, let, let it go

So here we stand at the edge of 1984, bracing ourselves once again
For the storm approaching as those who long before huddled in caves from the rain
The enemy's face is so hard to see, sometimes it seems that I see him in you
Sometimes in me, who can he be ? No use consulting the prophets and leaders they all disagree.

Russians and Americans, here's a song for you
Who carry the weight of the world on your heads
Russians and Americans, tell me if it's true
You really believe all the things that you've said
The red-white-and-blue running into the red.

From the wars of Europe, the pilgrim fathers set off with their hopes and their bond
Some settled down by the coast, others crossed the mountains and into the flatlands beyond
From scramble and dust of Muscovite streets, merchants develop the trade routes and open the door to the East
Pioneer waves choked by the cold breath of winter or baked by the heat of the day.

Russians and Americans, passing through the fire
Of revolution and coming of age
Russians and Americans, driven by desire
Two players push to the front of the stage
The whole world now watches each move that you make.

Two runners caught in the thrill of the race, the finishing line is as far as the stars that the satellites chase
Why quicken the pace ? Why does it seem that you choose to lose reason before losing face ?

Russians and Americans, driven by the past
The third world moves in the shadows you cast
Russians and Americans could turn the world to dust
So much to live for, so much undiscussed
So much in common and so little trust.

From the streets of Athens and Rome, the voices still echo to crumbling walls
Look to the past and remember no empire rises that sooner or later won't fall
Forever the changes we still have to face, some people say that a country is more and idea than a place
Though nothing is safe, we still choose the mark that we leave on the open canvas of space.

Russians and Americans
Maybe you should see into the heart of the world, not its head
Russians and Americans
If you want to be the feet of the world, better mind where you tread,
The footprints of history are left where you step.

So here we stand at the edge of 1984.

What's crackin everybody you probly know me my name is Money
And when it comes to me
Like all y'all want something from me
I got the pimps, the pushers, players, all the junkies screamin
Cause if they have no Money baby then they start to feenin'
I'm at the gamble shack
Sometimes they put me in the back
Sometimes the D boys put me where all the guns and all they dope is at
I'm in your pockets, wallets, purses all your hideaways
I'm probly the root of everybody's very violent ways

(Let me hold you)
(Let me hold you)

Yo, ask Obama he say straight up,
"Yo, I know that Money.
He's in my pocket and I dare you try to take him from me"
I know the Mafia
They love me and they treat me well
Man, they be askin for me even when they go to jail
I'm in the drug game so I know about them drug sales
And I be all on Wall Street so I know like when your stock fails
Some call me "Cash Flow" and I dig it like a bad ho

(Let me hold you. Let me hold you
This is what they say
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
Every single day
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
In a religious type of way
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
Let me touch you, let me hold ya, something

I'm at the crap table and some might say a dice game
And when it comes to me people will like argue kill and fight mane
They call me Ben Franklin, Benjamin and Young Benji
They call me Blood Money yo when the gangsters come and get me
They like to bury me and carry me in armored trucks
And just the other day man some kid said
"I'm strictly guaped up"
And all the politicians like to give me to they mistress
And all the broke bitches mention me in all they wishes

(Let me hold you)
(Let me hold you)

They make me rain at strip clubs like the weathers bad
And some might ask for more of me if your credits bad
Some spend me real fast man, like they know I won't last

And some like to put me away in big old Hefty garbage bags
Some call me Cheddar Cheese and they'll die for me you best believe
And they don't want me from Mickey D's
They wanna get me out this freak
I'm nothing cheap you need to hear it and believe that

(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
This is what they say
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
Every single day
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
In a religious type of way
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
Let me touch you, let me hold ya, something

When people have me they tell other people that they ballin'
And all the strippers tell they boyfriends
"Hey yo, Money's callin! "
I'm all in Vegas I'm the number one priority
And I know every president so don't make me show authority
I know the coc dealers familiar with life pushing keys
And one name was Montana and he stacked up a lot of me
I'm all in bank vaults if I'm lost it's they fault
And I like all the pretty women that like to tell men what they cost

(Let me hold you)
(Let me hold you)

Some like to steal me, yo and lie to people that they did it
And even on they death bed they just won't admit it
You can't take me with you
Here's the issue
I'll forget you
And depending on how much you had of me that is why people miss you
They call Money mane you can mix me up with that honey mane
And anyone can be a boss but bosses know I'm running things
That's why all bums be thinking that I'm spare change

(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
This is what they say
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
Every single day
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
In a religious type of way
(Let me hold you. Let me hold you)
Let me touch you, let me hold ya, something

(feat. MC Ren)

[Helicopter propeller turning]

[Intro: Crime Scene investigation]
"Okey what we have here?"
we have a 187 black male, fictim of possibly 18 years of age...
gun shot wound to the head......
look like he is been dead of possibility 2 hours "uha"
when we received a phone call quite sometime ago....
but you know how it's when people have to come down into the Park
and don't nobody wanna come down here...
"yeah, were any witnesses step forward?"
Shit, witnesses down in this motherfucker?
who's the fuck is gonna come forward down here...
"Okey, well let's get this area tipped off
let's move these fuckin people back outta the way, behind the tape
let's get those cars outta here and get that car down here
and pick up this motherfuckin dead body"
I want all y'all motherfuckers get the move in this shit
everybody get back, everybody get back
hey you.. you.. you.. yeah
take the, yeah, take the tape overthere, would you please
Okey, man, it's always a killing in the park.

[Hellicopter propeller turning]

[Chorus: some girls]
it's all like everyday, if you want some tray
if you want some gun play
straight killas in the park...
straight killas in the park...
if it ain't that right time of the day
I think you better walk around the other way
straight killas in the park...
straight killas in the park...

[Verse 1: K.M.G]
watch young brother now watchin me get game
well let me tell you about this little spot
where we check by the block mate, yeah it's servin'
straight claimin killas in the park
put some out for my dead homies and my niggaz stuck to the rock
if you look up in the ride you'll see this
Regals, colorists, foes, trays and big fat black Doodle
light posted hundred smokes for my folks, and case of Hennessy
a couple of pounds of this stinky trees
a few rats with mobile phone to keep calling the shit
let's know when it's on
even rollin chick inside worse and worst got beef
dwellin, while we still drug sellin'
but y'all don't heard that shit from me...Oooh baby please
what y'all know about killas in the park
that's the drums sound 40 felons holdin ground
and I aid across you by the little B.G.'s-> Ghetto Boys
cause y'all couldn't see this, they will known me enemies
straight provin to help us with that chicken movin
nine times outta ten
we tell 'em meet us at the park at the dark
to see where your nuts at
20 niggaz with straps, 20 more with they packs, fully automatic
my people stalk to see me, smelling like a gang with me
leavin niggaz start killings in the park...

[MC Ren:] "Niggaz in the Park"

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: MC Ren]
nigga who in the fuck you think you're talking to
nigga you won't remember shit when come through, out your coma
it's compton and pomona
killas in the park from Cali' to Arizona
you can't walk through the park, niggaz crazy of the dark
keep your hand on the gun or nigga you'll be on the run
niggaz camoflauged in the night
packin Desert Eagles and 22's nigga fuck the fight
and fuck them police that be thinkin they slick
with they headlights on, tryin to creep, they can suck a fat dick
take your pig in the pimp clinic
stay your ass out the park cause this crazy niggaz be off in it
but I see you niggaz there selling 'lley
hitting switches with your bitches every motherfuckin day
so beware of the killas in the park
and get your ass on before it get dark, uhh niggaz...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Cold187Um]
you got to watch your back for the po-po's, creepin up out suburb-os
come on up the creep, for your works and your heap
deepest think then can get.. I gets the fuck about the one time
it's just another player heater tryin' to take mine
yo, we regulate the buck them dawn to dusk
so if the one time one, stash your gauge, you'll shut the fuck up
cause they be comin with that black killing black
you better watch your back because the streets full of pack
think it to myself yeah I'ma dump motherfucker
got me y'all off ??? tryin to act like ain't did nothin'
but 'til the minute I slipped
yo, they'll all up in my mamma house trippin this shit
it's like my homies used to say
if it gets that deep you got to put the motherfuckers to sleep
and make the park once more won't safer
cause dumb shit comin between we and my paper
he that be in the park gettin rolled up?
it be that nigga Short stopper sellin' cut up
yo, he ain't the homie, so we can't check
it ain't personal nigga it's respect
yo, if I ain't part on swings, I'm in the basketball court
I'm in the T-shirt, chuck T's and cut off Khaki short
junkies come and call me lil' boot camp
I'm goin and see now, I'ma screamin New child
yeah, big ball going off like the mugg man, it's 9-1-1 man
stash the gold, take by the wrong man
I just served then I ain't this trick
uhh, now we gettin restart quick
I turned around and said fool you're a snitch
I shot him in his junky-Ass-Bitch
I'ma killa from the park...

[Pow]

(Intro: Km.G Whispering on the Mic )
Here it is y'all, right here
Lyrics let the nigga join that demon shit
So I guess... I just have to join that game
Damn I've admired every touch of that shit
Come on with me

(Km.G:)
Tack me baby, get me up, H-Nigga in the front
Me trade and me packed and me stay strapped
Bail and hangin, doin' a little gang with my niggaz
While we flirt with some skirts, you know, some herpes
But we stay with it, yeah, we flip it
We find us, a motherfuckin' Chevy then we dip it
Then they asked me: why you're in the game?
Rollin' S-class, helpin' Kokane

(Kokane:)
Yeah, see you're lookin' at my hoochie it's about that time
That me rollin' with my clique
Pimp Clinic hittin' Dolo sticks
Cause bitches be sayin: Aiy, Mr. Gold Wire player
Won't come out to be my whore layer
Nah bitch, I be sittin' at the Dr. Coffee
Hatin' for the snow to roll in or split in
It's Kokane A.K.A. the black hopper
Surrounded by the black gangsters with triple beamers
Cause sometimes it gets so hard to slang your style
What you said Km.G?

(Km.G:) Chocolate Nuts
(Kokane:) What you got Km.G?
(Km.G:) Big brown Chocolate Nuts
(Kokane:) What we got Km.G?

(Km.G:)
Chocolate Nuts
And I'm lookin' for them hookers with them big Chocolate butts
Take up get naked while we laugh about my jail record
Diggin' the drawers girl, so check it
As I flow watch my bottom drop
And I be fillin' my tap, hittin' you up on your block

(Chorus x2: Kokane Chanting)
Hard hard hard, hard hard hard, hard hard hard
Everyday there's a change

(Cold 187Um:)
They wanna stop Gangster Rap but they're kind of late
Cause I've been kickin' Gangster shit for seven years straight
And best believe makin' the end
Ugh, puttin' in work for my niggaz in the Pen'
Cause see, once upon a time I had a cabin sack
I start flossin' and flossin' and never got tracked

Smokin' weed everyday
And make the funky beats for my niggaz around the way
Yeah, now I think I'm worked millions
And your white folks mad cause I'm sellin' to your childrens
By the house and by the key
They don't wanna be like Mike, they wanna be like me
What's happenin' in the ghetto ain't happenin' anywhere
And upon California not any where
So boo yaa, boo yaa, boo yaa, what's happenin' partner?

Ugh, I'm all in this track and I'm a break you off somethin' proper
Cause I'm the C-O-L-D, original 187 in the place to be
So when you see me, you better give me my props
Or get popped by the .44 and land out in Shot sippin'
And for me, see that's a promise, I ain't trippin'
Boy, I'm just honost, ugh

(Chorus x2: Kokane Chanting)
Hard hard hard, hard hard hard, hard hard hard
Everyday there's a change

(Tone Loc:)
I kick back, relax, cause I'm fat and all that
When I attack, it's like a swing of the Baseball bat
Known to force me, cause I live my life coastly
If I had a ringer I'll be around rosily
Lived my early years straight like a Hoodlum
No time for women cause I've never understood that
They wanted to hold me, stretch me in Coupe De
Rather have my forties than just prove at my Hoopty
Comin' down your block, your street, comin' down your avenue
Check that gratitude, check my attitude
You wanna run up, you got your gun up
Fool, what's up? - Shit, your bet not even hick up
Cause if you do, I'm break your jaw
Loc, Kokane and Above the Law
Puttin' in work like some more Vietnam vets
What we set, gettin' more more respects
But residentials as individuals sad as pitiful
That you can get a hook
Of Tone Loc kickin' that raw shit for your life
West Side Swap Meet, and Black Mafia Life

(Chorus x2: Kokane Chanting)
Hard hard hard, hard hard hard, hard hard hard
Everyday there's a change

(Jheymson)

[Chorus: Apache]
I need a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I want a (gangsta bitch) I need a (gangsta bitch)
I need a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)

[Verse One]
Yo, I need a gangsta bitch; she don't sleep and she don't play
Stickin up girls from around the fuckin way
Strapped but lovable, hateful but huggable
Always in trouble and definitely fuckable
See her now, booms and pounds, she's mine friend
Puffin on a blunt, sippin on a Heineken
She's got charm, a firearm to match mine
Goin to the movies packin his and her nine's
Wearin Carhart and leather, motherfuck the weather
On Valentine's Day, doin stick-ups together
No one to blame, no shame in her game
And when we fuck she makes me scream out her name
She's not petty, confidant, ready
Right for late night, we play fight with machetes
This goes out to all the gangsta hoe pros
Give me a ghetto girl, fuck a Soul Train hoe

[Chorus: Apache]
I need a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I need a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)

[Verse Two]
She likes to party with her posse and drink beer
Pour a little bit out for the sisters who ain't here
She's not the one, player you might get done
Her idea of fun's takin her son shoppin for a gun
Likes to dress to impress, quick to attack
When your punk-ass boys run, you know she's got your back
In a Benz with her friends, aiyyo Jeep kid
Drivin down the street pumpin, "Apache you ain't shit!"
Snappin on niggaz, takin no shorts
Sittin on a porch, pullin on a Newport
Minds her business, knows cause she hears things
Fat herringbone and diamond studded earrings
She's a thoroughbred, walks and talks with class
Try to get fast, she just might slap your ass
Come meet my moms, but the two might not click
Parents just don't understand..

[Chorus: Apache]
I need a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)

[Verse Three]
I had a church girl, quiet girl, one girl was rich
The most memorable girl was a gangsta bitch
We went out a lot, sometimes we dressed the same
Lickin shots in the park and had pet names
I called her 'Dollars' cause that's what she liked to spend
She called me 'Diamond' cause my dick was her best friend
If you owed her dough, then you had to pay
Bought her an AK for her 21st birthday
We packed up and shacked up, didn't need a job
Engaged to a criminal and married to the mob
I gave MC's injuries and beat 'em down
While she's, pickin up ki's, from Uptown
Sad to say one day got caught out there
I shed tears when the judge said five years
She's gone now so it's time to make my switch
So who'll be my next gangsta bitch?

I need a gangsta bitch, yo! (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch)
I want a gangsta bitch yo (a gangsta bitch)
I wanna "Gangsta boogie!" with my (gangsta bitch)
I need a (gangsta bitch) I want a (gangsta bitch)

[Apache]
Yeah, yeah.. (a gangsta bitch)
This shit goes out to all the gangsta bitches Uptown (a gangsta bitch)
All the gangsta bitches in Brooklyn, Long Island (gangsta bitch)
(a gangsta bitch) (a gangsta bitch)
Queens, Boogie Down Bronx, Staten Island
Mount Vernon (a gangsta bitch)
Chilltown J.C., Naughtyville E.O. (a gangsta bitch)
And Newark to Brick motherfuckin City (gangsta bitch)
(a gangsta bitch) (a gangsta bitch)
This goes out to all the gangsta bitches, hehehah (a gangsta bitch)
Every-motherfuckin-where (a gangsta bitch)
Yeah, you know what I need baby (gangsta bitch)
I need a gangsta bitch (a gangsta bitch) (a gangsta bitch)
Hahahaha! (a gangsta bitch) Yeah (a gangsta bitch)
Ahh (gangsta bitch) (a gangsta bitch) (a gangsta bitch)
Yo yo yo, yo honey check this out..

{*music plays to end, DJ scratches "ha ha ha!"*}

[Lord Infamous] Let me just take you somewhere secret gonna cut all of the lights down dim Forget all about your boy we gonna just flow it What we felt let's share a few private thoughts I'm not just, out for your sex Let me simplify the things in life that you find complex Forget what, you heard bout me cuz you're a Scarecrow groupie but there's no pressure on you cuz you know what you must do check this out Let's have a drink and I give you time to think Let me puff this buddah blunt and cut on this porno buff Girl come lounge here by my side, tonight your, my devil's bride And there's a freak deep inside have no shame, no need to hide Why do you keep on blushin? Get it on Like a slut she, she must be, kind of tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy Now I got her on all fours bout to break down the headboard crash this broad All through the wall now she howling like a dog, sweat poured We hit the floor it don't quit, another one ripped It's just another victim of Lord Infamous late night tip (Chorus) I'm not the type that get involved in long relationships Takin' trips, and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry I'm not on that tip If you want romance you should just stick who you are really with If you in that mood you can hit me on that late night tip (2x) [DJ Paul] I done seen some funny shit since I got in this game They wants my crib they wants kids since I done got my fame I never recall you askin your last boyfriend for nathin But now the big bourban on gold got you aggravated [Gangsta Boo] I need a coach bag [DJ Paul] I can't be even doin' it [Gangsta Boo] I need my hair done [DJ Paul] Me too I ain't got nothin' to do with it I been through with it, you and it since the first time you asked And might I add, players like me can't be savin' your ass [Gangsta Boo] I ain't with that nonsense, or that lovey-dovey mess Feelin' kind of whorish I call and all I want is sex Slip on Victoria's secret, hit the liquor store before it close Call Chris so I can get something white to go up in my nose Now I'm feelin' fine, nothin' but sex is on my mind If you cannot please me boy, then please don't waste all of my time Got you caught up in the mist Mystic girl from Triple Six Late night tip is all we have, it's time for trick that sick (Chorus 2x) [Juicy J] I can't understand why these slobs be trippin' Can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen Ballin' in my Lex dropped low to the ground Just a young playa tryin' to put my bid in Freaks want a trick that be constantly payin' Not a ghetto thug that be constantly layin Raymo Inn on a summer motel, oh well that's what the Juice might stay in Gotta have a lady that wanna do what I do Like skippin' work or love cuttin' high school Summon all the players in the Three 6 Mafia Camcorder on skinny dippin' in the swimmin' pool Never try to argue, bother you, or fight Kill a pack a jimmy hats strapped on real tight Sippin' Alize all tall, and a bud light Just for you freaks on the moonlight late night [Koopsta Knicca] Tell me Three 6 who be bumpin' that music Hypnotizin' Koop I tell you who I'm bout to lose it Could it be that late night, groove type, just inside the body Always kinda lonely someone want me hold me, I say Come here, come here, come here the Koopsta cryin' tears I can't think positive when no one cares of how I feel Realize my mind, sometimes that I even try to find I cannot lie though I can ride high late night (Chorus until song ends)

(feat. DJ Quik)

[AMG:]
When I first met you, you ain't have love for me
Now you got rug burns, and sweatin' out your perm
Tellin' your friends how I got it good
Spreadin' my name all through your hood
And I'm glad you ain't got a man
And I'm glad you ain't quit the band
And I'm glad you ain't nobodys baby mama
Cause a nigga don't want the drama
Sittin' lookin' pretty in my silk pajamas
Blowin' me kisses, eatin' left-over Benihana's
And I can't wait 'til you're through
Cause I got somethin' that I wanna do, ooh

[Chorus:]
Soak me baby, give me that good thing
Make it go round and round
Make it come all way down
Soak me baby, give me that good thing
Make it go round and round
Yeah yeah

[AMG:]
You got the kinda look in your eyes
that makes me wanna marry you
But first let me carry you... to the California king
How many carats do you want in your ring?
Do you like ice cream?... Let me licky-licky
It's gettin' sweet, cum 'til you sleep
Later you can beep me or leave a voicemail
With your lil' moist tail
And you know I'll be back 'cause I love the act
of makin' love, fly like a dove
Intelligent lady with class
You make me wanna tattoo your name on my ass
Cause I love the way that you do it all
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
And you look so good to me
Sometimes I wish that I couldn't see, ooh wee

[Chorus:]
Soak me baby, give me that good thing
Make it go round and round
Make it come all way down
Soak me baby, give me that good thing
Make it go round and round
Yeah yeah

[AMG:]
I wanna get you wet like you wanna get
When I dip between your hips with a thousand licks
No tricks, no hands, AMG is the man
with the plan while I'm hittin' the back and, prepare for the mackin'
I'm stackin', but it ain't your business
I'm goin' up in this - from the CPT to Venice
The 'G got a thousand sluts, that can get these nuts
From they face to butt, say what, say what, ah ah

[DJ Quik:]
I used to get sex up in my NSX
Now it's a four-door Benz, for you and my friends
And you got us playin' musical chairs
Baby could you drive while I lick yo' pubical hairs?
I like your pretty freckles, pre-cut speckles
Droppin' player 'phernalia while you lick the genetalia huh
So come out of that sweater and don't worry 'bout the stains
cause I got a gang of black leather in the back, make it wet

[Chorus x4:]
Soak me baby, give me that good thing
Make it go round and round
Make it come all way down
Soak me baby, give me that good thing
Make it go round and round
Yeah yeah

I can't count all the times that I,
I had to say I'm sorry
for wanting something with a few more bits
than my Atari
Don't play a game, boy
they said it would get old
But sometimes boys like me are curious
and can't be told no.
You came along and had me saying
"What is this?"
Your sexiness had got me ready
for the Genesis

Baby, grab a hold of the joystick
take control of the motion
I can feel it when you __ __
Baby, you make all of the choices
other players can join us
if you're feeling like you wanna
play games

Then I upgraded to Nintendo 64,
and your first time with a joystick
left you feeling like a
Hyper gamer, nothing greater
we can play all night
You'd better be some competition
'cause I want a fight

I don't want you thinking that I'm trying to apply pressure
But the pressure makes it better
pushing harder makes it wetter
If you wanna skip a level
then we'll go to level two
Just beat my boss
and get me off
and then I'll play with you

Standing In The Middle - Linkin Park 3:22
R.I.P - Dirty 6:19
How Come - D12 1:37
Shine - La The Darkman 4:43
1 King - Lil Wayne 1:47
Loverboy - Lloyd 3:55
He Man - Ludacris 4:27
Hard Times - Ludacris 5:16
The Coolest - Lupe Fiasco 5:13
Fish Head Stew - Mac Dre 4:04
Global - Mac Dre 3:55
Playa Tip - Mac Mall 3:58
Rapper Gone Bad - Mac Dre 3:25
Part Of The Game - Lone Catalysts 3:53
Ghetto Ballin - MASTER P 3:42
Playa Haterz - MASTER P 5:18
Liberty - Masterminds 3:46
My Dove - MC Breed 5:01
Represent - MC Eiht 4:49
Life, But How To Live It - MDC 1:50
Forever - Lee Carr 4:31
Out Of Time - MELANIE C 3:50
I Hear Voices - MF Doom 2:52
Wide Open - Mac Mall 4:18
Stick To Your Vision - Maestro Fresh Wes 4:52
Shook Ones Pt. II - Mobb Deep 5:26
Date With Another Ten - Бумбокс 3:29
4 The Funk Of It - Above the Law 5:05
The Hurt - Aceyalone 4:33
Russians & Americans - Al Stewart 4:33
My Name Is Money - Andre Nickatina 3:43
Killaz In The Park - Above the Law 5:45
Who Ryde - Above the Law 5:31
Gangsta Bitch - Apache 4:43
Late Night Tip - Three 6 Mafia 5:17
Soak Me Baby - AMG 4:28
Joystick - Simon Curtis 3:25