Mobb Deep - Up North Trip (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-07 | No Copyright .........Lyrics.......... [Verse One: Prodigy] It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle Next come the bookings, the way things is lookin It's Friday, you in for a long stay Gettin shackled on the bus first thing come Monday Hopin in your mind you'll be released one day But knowin, home is a place you're not goin for a long while Now you're up on the isle In a position that you ain't got to refusin to smile But keep in mind there's a brighter day, after your time spent Used to be wild, but locked up, you can't get bent Thought you could hack it, now you're requestin P See you're fragile, it ain't hard to see Niggas like that don't associate with me I'd rather, get busy to the third degree cause the wrong population's on infinitely If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon Hit you up, leave your whole face screamin What you in for kid - bustin nuts? Cats heard of me in street stories told inside this trap Who are you to look at me wit'char eyes like that Wising up young blood, before you make things escalate And I would hate yo set your crooked ass straight... [Chorus] Make your moves at night Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip Make one false move and it's a up north trip Livin the high life, make your moves at night Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip Make one false move and it's a up north trip [Verse Two: Havoc] You tried to dip, duck, but still got bucked You talk too much shit, you shoulda kept your mouth shut All that gossip, motherfucker don't you know my glock kicks Hollow tips, to your body, mad toxic I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor Did you a favor, tried to wet you but I graze you Pop goes the glock when there's beef on the block Chill for a while make them think the beef stop Then I creep like a thief in the night, it's only right Ain't no turnin back, it's on tonight And if I get caught then my ass is up north Straight on the course for upstate New York Stress, smokin back to back cigarettes It popped off, one point in the mess hall But to avoid that, from head to toe, dipped in all black Hit them niggas where they pump they cracks at Havoc, with the murder master plan Keep my nine up to par, so my shit won't jam God forbid if my shit do, run behind a tree Fix my shit then hit you, slugs in your body Mainly in your brain tissue Witness from the scene, get ghost, stash the pistol So simple then, watch my back, lay up and relax Roll a sack, K-A black, find a shorty to tag [Chorus] [Verse Three: Prodigy] I got the powder, combine wit the powder, and water It oughta, drop in a half and hour In the, form of oil, watch the cocaine boil Keep my eye on it so the shit won't spoil Then I pause... and ask God why Did he put me on the serve, just so I could die I sit back and build on, all the things I did wrong Why I'm still breathin, and all my friends gone I try not to dwell on the subject for a while Cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle But my, heart pumps foul blood through my arteries And I can't turn it back it's a part of me Too late for cryin, I'm a grown man strugglin To reach the next level of life, without fumblin Down to foldin I got no shoulder to lean on but my own All alone in this danger zone Time waits for no man, the streets grow worse Fuck the whole world kid my money comes first Cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody If you're not family, then you die by me Cause niggas will have you locked up the snitch'll be your man Givin police the run down on your plans We're never goin down like that So I, shut my mouth and hold my words back Illegal business, forever mine, fuck payin taxes The last kid that shitted and gave police access to my blueprints, used names as evidence Skipped town and I haven't seen the snitch nigga ever since The moral of the story is easy to figure out A lesson that you can't live without [Chorus 2X] Livin the high life
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Pharoahe Monch - The Light (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-07 | No Copyright Intended.......Lyrics.......Uh-huh, alright, alright, alright, okay, uh-huh, a-yeah[Pharoahe Monch]It was like the earth twisted around herShe shifted the ground I was like, "Ohhhhh.. SHIT!"She's off the hook, I would dress her decentlybut look her body is immaculate I'm attackin it from all positionsof thinkin inside my mind-ahHopefully it won't be too inappropriate if I walk over there and say,"Excuse me, can I have your number please?I'll get on my knees if I have to"She'll laugh through, the whole episodeJust then I knew I had her locked (down)No cock-blocking please this one's mine (uh)Dimepiece and shit son, shorty was fineEvery line of mine was like a rhyme I wouldn't lie I swearSparklin the whole time as I whispered in her earChorus: repeat 2XAnd I know you will see the lightBaby, once youunderstand, what youmean, to me, darling..[Pharoahe Monch]"Now some say I'm a LITTLE bit a thugslash b-boy gentleman but, let me introduce myselfalso begin, so that you can further understand what I say"I took this last swallow of the Gran Mouletand slid her to the dancefloor, now she like "WOW!Oh, damn, money got style"Funny how things change when you got a liquor in yayou're quicker with the tongue, givin me rhythm now huhBlock the music and the people out to admire the loveThe nerve of us, impervious to the entire clubAnd like marijuana shotguns let's blow this jointIt's pointless to say here, so let me annointChorus[Pharoahe Monch].. we kissin and we wrestlin - sexual confessionsI never lack to pack prophylact', I learned my lessonFirst impression, to be discrete, use discretionBack of the cab undressin - uh-huhI'm here witchu, sorta like a bond spiritualAll night, all I could do, is stare at youCracked the window and the Alize on the PalisadesRight before she told me her name was ValerieHer crib was just a mile away, nothin to my salaryShe could serve me pain all night and I could tolerateI'm her horizon right, but in the night thoughNight glow type shit (and I know you can see the light)Chorus.. and I know you can see the lightbaby, once you, understand whatwhat you mean to me girl what you do no doubt check it out nowNow I know you can see the lightBaby, once you..
Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt. II (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-07 | No Copyright Intended ......Lyrics........(Intro)Word up son, wordyeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open)for real niggas who ain't got no feelins(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 infamousyou heard of usofficial Queensbridge murderersthe Mobb comes equipped with warfare, bewareof my crime family who got nuff shots to sharefor all of those who wanna profile and poserock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your noseboneyou all alone in these streets, cousinevery man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'and keep them shook crews runnin'like they supposed tothey come around but they never come close toI can see it inside your faceyou're in the wrong placecowards like you just get they're whole body laced upwith bullet holes and suchspeak the wrong words man and you will get touchedyou can put your whole army against my team andI guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'your simple words just don't move meyou're minor, we're majoryou all up in the game and don't deserve to be a playerdon't make me have to call your name outyour crew is featherweightmy gunshots'll make you levitateI'm only nineteen but my mind is oldand when the things get for real my warm heart turns coldanother nigga deceased, another story gets toldit ain't nothin' reallyhey, yo dun spark the Phillieso I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggaswhy they still alive I don't know, go figuremeanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundationif I die I couldn't choose a better locationwhen the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensationgetting closer to God in a tight situationnow, take these words home and think it throughor the next rhyme I write might be about youChorus:Son, they shook...'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooksscared to death, scared to lookthey shook'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooksscared to death, scared to looklivin' the live that of diamonds and gunsthere's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn fundssome of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nunscowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook oneshe ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one[Havoc]For every rhyme I write, its 25 to lifeyo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my lifeain't no time for hesitationthat only leads to incarcerationyou don't know me, there's no relationQueensbridge niggas don't playI don't got time for your petty thinking mindson, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heatbut you're scared to holdand when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kidyou talk a good one but you don't want itsometimes I wonder do I deserve to liveor am I going to burn in hell for all the things I didno time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reactsfront if you want kid, lay on your backI don't fake that kid you know I bring it to you livestay in a child's place, kid you out o' linecriminal minds thirsty for recognitionI'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin'I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin'get that loot kid, you know my functioncause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegaland once I get on I'ma put on, on my peoplereact mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome upwhen I roll up, don't be caught sleepin'cause I'm creepin'Chorus:Son, they shook...'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooksscared to death and scared to look(he's just a shook one)they shook...'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooksscared to death and scared to look(we live the live that of diamonds)they shook...'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooksscared to death and scared to lookthey shook...'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..livin' the live that of diamonds and gunsthere's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn fundsbut some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nunscowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook oneshe ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook oneYeah, yeah, yeahTo all the killas and a hundred dollar billasTo real brothers who ain't got no feelinsG-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money41st side (he's just a shook one)keepin' it real (you know)Queens get the money...it aint nothin' son..its all good...you know what im saying...(Talk fades out)
Pharoahe Monch No Mercy Feat. M.O.P (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-07 | No Copyright Intended.......Lyrics......OhhhhHear me thoughThey'll bury me with my SP-1200(M.O.P): FOR SHOFuck the trinity inseminate the earth now, take its virginityIn my vicinity rap is like energy packSending me back behind enemy line to rap too melodicMelodies never melodramatic but hipmatic like Jell-O fo fellow fanaticsI fiend for, who FUCK WITS, inappropriateFill em with so much lead I'll call(M.O.P): BERGER AND ASSOCIATESThis rhyme, will remain in the minds of my foes forever in infamyThe epitome of lyrical epiphaniesSkillfully placed home we carefully plan symphoniesWho would be ignorant enough to have the audacityto fuck wit the likes of I and my tenacity?This is, what you, get when, you fuck,with the, likes of, the magnanimous flowsof total assholes and ignoramusesM.O.P. slash Pharoahe Monch cause damagesThe advantage is we banish artists labels and managersAmateurs found six feet deep, in metal canisters weChorus 2X:M.O.P: SHOW NO MERCYPharoahe Monch: For the love of this shit here niggaz are bloodthirstyTryM.O.P: LOADP.M: LockM.O.P : HAMMERP.M: AimM.O.P: Cock , (or) Drop (changes a few times)[Lil' Fame]Lil' Fame bring it live yo, that's what I strive fo'I'ma settle this before you get to call 5-0You wanna see me 4-5 blow?Nigga put the phone down fo I dump 2 times 4What you wan' cry fo? You know that my hammer is heavyand it got kick like tae kwon doNow you gwon die slow, I'ma show you howto stretch a motherfucker if you wanna watch tae bo(All): YO WE DOWN BY LAWAnd when I hold this pound down foit's for me to put it down BY WARShit is like downhill, I'ma make a niggasmell the corpse from King's County Morgue to Brownsville(Ohhh!) Wrap your hood, and wave the flagfor almighty Pharoahe, Fizzie Womak, and Danze(GUNS UP) Guns down(FROM SUN UP) To sundownMake ya sing till ya a la la la la la la la tdow!!(Chorus)[Billy Danze]I'ma put you cowards in perspectiveIf you lookin for child's play don't look my wayThey have never gave me any creditSo I developed a homicide fetish, DEAL WIT IT MOTHAFUCKA!!It's yo callIt's only seven ways a nigga usually fall I'm abusin em allNow where the real comers please stand, get up against the wall(Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!) YES YES Y'ALLMake it easy on yourself, Danze don't sleepWhen I catch you on a creepI'll lift the ground right from up under your feetThat's word to 'LahBe a man and prepare to dieIt's the return of the hooded soldier, your man shoulda told ya(Be cautious if it's walking sideways!)Intended to blaze (FIRST FAMILY )And Pharoahe Monch, studyin criminal ways
Pharoahe Monch - Simon Says (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-07 | No Copyright Intended .......Lyrics......Get the fuck up!Simon Says get the fuck up!Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)Queens is in the back sippin yak y'all what's up?Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)Yeah I said it -- rub on your tittiesNew York city gritty committee pity the fool thatact shitty in the midst of the calm, the wittyY'all know the namePharoahe-fuckin-Monch, ain't a damn thang changedYou all up in the Range, then your shit's inebriatedPhased from your original plan, you deviatedI alleviated the pain, with a long-term goalTook my underground loot, without the goldYou sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the hoodBut when I'm in the street, then shit it's all goodI'm soon to motivate the room, control the game like Tomb RaiderRoc-clock dollars flip, tips like a waiterStyle's greater, let my lyrics annointIf you holdin up the wall, then you missin the pointGet the fuck up!Simon Says get the fuck up!Put your hands to the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)Brooklyn in the back shootin craps now what's up?Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)Fuck it I said, rub on your tittiesNew York City gritty committee, pity the fool thatact shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty(Yo, where you at?) Uptown let me see emNotorious for the six-fives and the BM'sHeads give you beef, you put em in the mausoleumAnd the shit don't start pumpin til after 12 PMUgnh, ignorant minds, I free emIf you tired of the same old everyday you will agree I'm,the most obligated, hard and R-RatedStated to be the best, I must confess the star made itSome might even say this song is sexist-esCause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-esesWhether your ridin the train or in Lexus-esThis is for either/or Rollies or Timex-esesWicked like Exorcist, this is the jointYou holdin up the wall, then you missin the pointGet the fuck up!Simon Says get the fuck up!Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)The Bronx is in the back shootin craps, now what's up?Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)I said, rub on your titties!New York city gritty commitee, pity the fool thatact shitty in the midst of the calm, the wittyNew Jeru, get the fuck up!Shaolin, get the fuck up!Long Isle, get the fuck up!Worldwide, get the fuck up!
Pharoahe Monch - Queens(With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-07 | No Copyright Intended...... Lyrics.......Heheheh.. hey yo..There's a place I know where the bitches goWhere they rob you for you dough and shit on the lowin Southside.. Queens, QueensWhere if you say The Ave.People automatically know the pathYou don't have to do the mathin Southside.. Queens, QueensI knew this nigga named DonovanAstonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his kneesand in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beerlike a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoopScoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPSSon got hot, never knew he woulda threw itCool nigga, when it came to school he blew itA scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitansGet taller and yo Donovan hey come around the blockDunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refundsfood stamps, and still he was a champTime to get loot for boots and kicks nowFuck hoops gotta impress the chicks nowHis momma said, "Donovan why are youon the corner of Linden," and got all rudeHe said, "Momma listen close I'ma tell you one timeYou're killin my high, plus I got a nineAll I be doin is puttin in workso you can get a brand new dress for churchI know the Devil lurks outside, man it's coldBut I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow oldlike poppa - plus I'm on parole I gottaget paid off the streets, to make ends meet"With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the faceWalked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no tasteThat night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'IkesSlapboxin with a dyke on a bike too smallThinkin, "This time, next year, mom'll be able to.. ohhh!"Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slowWell get the metal out, too late, the guns flashIn the melee they wet him like Reggae SunsplashSun dashed with the quickness, back into the ridewith a smile on his face, the picture of prideBlood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his sideKneelin over Donovan's body before he diedEyes - flutterin up and down in his headAnd with his last breath this is what he saidHe said, "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?"Then I closed his eyesThere's a place I know where the people goWhere you can cash dough and chill on the lowin Southside.. Queens, QueensWhere if you say The Ave.People automatically know the pathYou don't have to do the mathin Southside.. Queens, QueensAnd if you got a glock, you could bust shotslike ??, when the block be hotin.. what we talkin bout.. Queens, QueensUhh, c'mon uhhC'mon.. uhh uhhI know where people go..Where you can cash dough and chill on the low..
Mobb Deep - Right Back At You (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-07 | No Copyright Intended ........Lyrics....... [Prodigy] Yea, yea, check it out Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever We can die together As long as I send your maggot ass to the esscense I don't give a fuk about my presence I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel 24-7, mac 11 is my people So why you wanna end your little life like this? Cause now you bump head wit kids that's lifeless I live by the day only if I survive The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin to fight We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore ways of action, I grab the gat and Ain't no turning back when I start blastin Pick up the handle and insert the potion Cock the shit back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear cause you the one in danger Never share your plans wit a stranger, word is bond [Chorus: repeat 2X] I put the drop on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You buckin me I'm buckin right back at you [Havoc] Fuk where you're at kid, it's where you're from Cuz where I'm from, niggaz pack nuthin but the big guns Around my way, niggaz don't got no remorse for out of towners Come through fronting and get stuffed wit the 3 pounder The loud sounder, ear ringer And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers You got a real ice grill but are you really real Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills Cuz real niggaz don't try to profile You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwild But swing that bullshit this way And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay Queensbridge, that's where I'm from The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done 6 blocks and you might not make it through What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you Wit macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuk What the hell you smoking, what the fuk possessed you To come out your face, now I have to wet you Throw on my tims, black mask and black serpent Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30 [Chorus] [Rae and Ghostface] Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live Rocking Convertibles, frop tops and mad high Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his team Who's organize, all eyeballs is on CREAM And yyour whole clique got nuthin but raw shit Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember [Big Noyd] My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin But he vexed and niggaz getting wet up in the projects But wit no doubt, shorties out for his respect But is his brain insane from the lye From smoking that 118 ?chiny tye? Why, a nigga just died last week As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed Wit a firepack, don't even go there cuz it ain't like that Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy
Mobb Deep - Trife Life (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-07 | No Copyright Intended .......Lyrics.......Check it out now..Word up Son, shit is ill kid..Knahmsayin? Bein that we livin the motherfuckin trife lifeDon't have another day right?It's only rightLet me put you on to what happens Son, never believe this shitKick that shit[Prodigy]It's just another day, drownin my troubles with a fortyThat's when I got the call from this brownskin shortyShe asked me where's my crew at? Said we could do whateverShe got her crew too, and said that we should get togetherI said, "Aight -- just call me back in a hourso I can take a shower and gather up the manpower"Then I hung up the hornAnd I thought to myself that it might be onCause this trick ain't pick up the phone to call me in years (Why?)Ever since I left the hoe lonely in tearsAin't no tellin what her friends puttin up in her earsIdeas of settin me up, I'm not tryin ta hear(Check it out, Son) So we take the gats for precautionsPlus this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the coffinShe might got a whole batallion of BucktownersWaitin for us to get up off the train and surround usOr maybe, I'm blowin this shit out of proportionBut this shit do happen, to niggaz very oftenSo fuck it, a nigga gotta do what he meant toMy crew got my back, fuck the world is my mentalWe put together five soldiers, the bitch calledMy blood curdled, told me to meet her on MyrtleGot to the plaza, we're waitin for the G trainWe put a plan together, just in case the beef cameNow we Bed Stuy boundFar from home and on unknown groundBut together we six deep, with five heats, nuttin sweetFirst nigga frontin gettin lifted off his fuckin feetIt took eternity, we reached our destinationMy heartbeat is racin like a cardiac patientWe finally got to Myrtle outside the train stationI saw not a soul, told my peoples to be patientBut hold up, thats when a black caravan rolled upMy legs then froze up, I grabbed my poundTold my man, "Eyes open cause it might go down"Said he don't like the way the shit is startin to soundEvey angle of the car was smoked out and tintedSo we couldn't tell if the enemy was in itIt mighta been TNT, I wasn't tryin to wait and see, wejetted thru Marcy cause Dee's ain't baggin meWord Son, they got us on the run, Dunn, see yo[Chorus]Check it out, check it out, check it out, yoTrife life got me thinkin like an animalNo doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt yoWhat can kill you is what you don't know[Havoc]OK check it, you're on your way to your girl's cribBut the bitch live in the 'BridgeYou ain't really sweatin it, cause little do you knowThe niggaz in the 'Bridge be settin itYou thought you was safe and tried to walk the backstreets without heaton the 41st Side (settin it) of 12th StreetThe side where niggaz don't give a fuckThe side where if you come through frontin, kid you gettin buckedOn your way, to apartment 3Awith a phat herringbone, let him slide, no daysSon get the heat, cause I'm about to stick em(Fuck that shit, yo if that nigga front, yo hit him!)Aight bet, so just hold it downwhile I cock back the long three poundYou're upstairs bonin, not knowin that I'm scheaminJust the right time kid, it's twelve in the eveninYou're leavin out the buildin as you kiss your girl goodbyeThought you was safe and got caught by surprised"What's goin on?", as I reply,"Shut the fuck up and don't make this 'to another homicide"He tried to play tough so I put one in his brainEven though I took his life, all I wanted was the chainCome through truck without heat, how you figure?When you in the projects keep your fingers on the triggerBut fuck that we're juxin, if you got what we like you gets tookenPut you on your back, send you on your way, yo good lookinNow be catchin the cap that holes in ya Lewis in BrooklynGettin to' up from the flo' up, hit the dress sto' upGot the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna roll upGet'cha motherfuckin shit swoll upNow it's back to Queens to serve fiendsMakin G's by any means, my eyes on my enemiesSippin Hennessey, with my mind on some crime shitOne-time searchin me but never ever find shitIt's the everyday, get the loot then breezeThough my goal is to leave outta state, push ki'sBut all this bullshit holdin me down, I can't leaveFuck a 9-to-5, I get the loot with easeDon't even need a degree to earn a six-digit figureI get mines slingin on the corner with my niggazPullin the trigger when the drama appearsCause that nigga worse enemy is FEARSo yo....[Chorus]No doubt, so what can kill you is what you don't know..[ad lib to outro]
Mobb Deep - Eye For An Eye (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-07 | No Copyright Intended........Lyrics.........[Chorus:]As time goes by, an eye for an eyeWe in this together son your beef is minesSo long as the sun shines to light up the skyWe in this together son your beef is mines[Chorus][Verse One: Prodigy]Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the listKnowhatI'mean? Have a situation like thisAnother war story from a thirsty young hustlerWon't trust ya, I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpsefor the cops to discover, while I be dippin in the Range RoverAll jewelled like LiberaceYou watch me while Jakes tryin to knock me and lock meBut I'll be on the low sippin Asti SpumanteNiggaz try to creep on the side of my jeepStuck the heat through the window rocked they ass to sleepOver a 3-pack, it was a small thing really yeahbut keep lettin them small things slide and be a failureIf I'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of yaThe world is ours and your team's inferiorYou wanna bust caps I get, all up in your areaKidnap your children make the situation scarierLife is a gamble, we scramble for moneyI might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funnyI'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddyPlus the outcome turns out to be lovelyGot G's in my pocket hit off my main squeezePush back, the sunroof, let the cold air breezethrough the butter soft leather upholestryBut mostly, keep the gat closely, cuz niggaz wanna toast me[Verse Two: Havoc]Yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequencesCount up my blessings, add up my weaponsCock back the gat and let my nine serve purposeSling do my thing organize fiend servantsTryin to make a mil is stress you know the dealSo we sling drills get your cap peeled, cuz everything is realcuz I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzziSippin bubbly, with my fingers on the uziTry to infiltrate my fort get caughtdead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal thoughtsGet your life lost never found again my friendMission completed, watch you drop in less than tenOn my road to the riches, hittin snitches off with mad stitchesYour last restin place'll be a ditch kidNo one can stop me try your style's sloppyWant to be me, you're just an imitation copyMy theme is all about making the greenLivin up in luxury, pushin phat whips and livin comfortably[Chorus][Verse Three: Nas]A drug dealer's dreamStash CREAM keys on a triple beamFive hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleamCondominium, thug dressed like a gentlemanTailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friendMurderin, numbers on your head while I'm burglarinShank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin inNew York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypseShoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin usMad man my sanity is goin like an hourglassGun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag gramsI got hoes that used to milk youNiggaz who could've killed youIs down with my ill crew of psychoesNas Escobar movin on your weak productionPumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin[Verse Four: Raekwon the Chef]Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracksthey swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black'splayin corners glancin all up in your corneaCorner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on yaBut late night, candlelight fiend with a crack rightIt's only right, feelin higher than an airplane rightWord yo, I want to get this money then blowTake my time, blast a nine, if you front you goSip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sonsShaolin, and Queensbridge we robbin niggaz for funBut still, write my will out to my seeds then buildMahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill[Chorus 2X][Outro: Raekwon]UhhhLay backWord up, just bless emwith the bulletproofMobb Deep, Nas, Chef creationfor your nationYeah
Mobb Deep - Survival Of The Fittest (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-07 | No Copyright Intended........Lyrics........Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa BNo doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin?That old real shit..[Prodigy]There's a war goin on outside, no man is safe fromYou could run but you can't hide foreverfrom these, streets, that we done tookYou walkin witcha head down scared to lookYou shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway crooksThey never around when the beef cooks in my part of townIt's similar to VietnamNow we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's controlThey better have the riot gear readyTryin to bag me and get rocked steadyby the mac one-double, I'll cut youand leave you with not much to go home witMy skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of actionif I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxinNew York got a nigga depressedSo I wear a slug-proof underneath my GuessGod bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to strollAnd to the drama I built, and all unfinished beefYou will soon be killed, put us togetherIt's like mixin vodka and milkI'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with meand if not, they scarred, so they will never forget meLord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to actI'm fallin and I can't turn backor maybe it's the words from my man Killa Blackthat I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my deathMy goal's to stay aliveSurvival of the fit only the strong survive[Chorus: Mobb Deep]Yo, yoWe livin this til the day that we dieSurvival of the fit only the strong survive(We still livin it)We livin this til the day that we dieSurvival of the fit only the strong survive(Thug life, we still livin it)We livin this til the day that we dieSurvival of the fit only the strong survive(We still livin it)We livin this til the day that we die(we livin this til the day that we die)Survival of the fit only the strong survive(survival of the fit only the strong..)[Havoc]I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough y'knowWhen the dough get low the jewels go, but never thatAs long as fiends smoke crackI'll be on the block hustlin countin my stacksNo doubt, watchin my back and proceed with cautionFive-oh lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the systemNiggaz usin fake names to get out quickMy brother did it and got bagged with two ouncesI-llegal world where squads hit the block hardAsk my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up GodBut shit happens for a reasonYou find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedinYou can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchuHit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficultWild on the streets I try to maintainTight with my loot, cause hoes like to run gameSome niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin shitI'm like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whipPushin a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jetNo matter how much loot I get I'm stayin in the projects, foreverJakes on the blocks we out-cleverIf beef, we never seperate and pull togetherWhen worse comes to worse and my peoples come firstTry to react and get them motherfuckin feelings hurtMy crew's all about lootFuck lookin cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suitsPuffin L's, laid back, enjoyin the smellIn the Bridge gettin down it ain't hard to tellYou better realize[Chorus: Mobb Deep]We livin this til the day that we dieSurvival of the fit only the strong survive(We still livin it)We livin this til the day that we dieSurvival of the fit only the strong survive(Thug life, we still livin it)We livin this til the day that we dieSurvival of the fit only the strong survive(We still livin it)We livin this til the day that we dieSurvival of the fit only the strong survive(Thug life, we still livin it)(the strong survive)[Prodigy]Look in the eyes and get wiseLook alive, in ninety-five, word upHypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzedKnahmsayin? Mobb Deep and all that..
Mobb Deep - The Start Of Your Ending (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-07 | No Copyright Intended......Lyrics......ntro:Youknowwhati'msayin'? I wanna say what's up to my man, louie you know he'sStill here. drop this one for you you know. for those that only know. 41stSide (word up yo this beat is ill).Havoc:I keep it real pack steel like my man y.g.When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm swayzeYou must be crazy kidMan I never did forever wildin' that's how we live up in the bridgeYou just sit scared cock back the gat then hit a nigga like a big25 naw kid you gettin' lifeForever burnin' in hell niggas is trifeIt's the, semi auto you can bring it on yoI'm pullin' out strippin' niggas just like a porno flickI'm sick the mobb rolls thickCross paths with my clique and get vicI'm on some bullshit that's how I was raised gSlept ? stage have you slippin' down blazin'In pools of alcohol walk before you crawlI'm in this to win this you gonna take a fallInfamous queensbridge kid we on the scene kidCreepin' for those that's caught sleepin'Don't ever do that I run with two macsAnd plus my crew back my every moveI choose givin' crews the bluesI'm open off the dameyObey me or get sprayed with the street sweeperCause I'm my brothers keeperThe grim reaper holdin' with nothin' but big battersAnd big ? hedence?Blow ya three times leave a mark like adidasJig you I know how to fix youPretty boy frontin' hard is the issueWord to my unborn you get scoldedOld and molded when I get bent you get foldedEvery rhyme is the truth that I must get crossPut your right on your back take it to the sourceNo doubt I'm stuck and I can't get outOf this lifestyle the 41st side get bent run wildThe 41st side too you know how we doViolate motherfucker I'm a see you, with the lindenIt's the start of your endin' settin' it again and againTalking:Yeah kid, big time boy. 12th street representin' it. a big shout out to myMan. tear gas, think, nate whole crew kid.You knowhati'msayin'? I'm sayin' couso. richie fraud known to leave yaScarred. big shoot out to my man heavy l. big palms representin'.Prodigy:Yo it's the p. e. double push a lex bubble in the winterYou can't come alone only the hoes can enterTold him to meet me at six on the hill at the centerTook her to the west way and bent her right overStay intoxicated never soberFace it, violate and get laced while you wastin'Slugs you ain't buckin' nothin'You better off buckin' yourself you need to stop frontin'I use to drive an ac and kept a mac in the engineLittle painted it black with crack sales intentionsTo blow up the whole projects the infamousOur sons will grow up to be murderers and terroristsIt's the nigga in me accompanied by the coniacYou can ask around don't fuck with the mobbI could of told you that where you been at?You must of cut classIf it ain't me another member of my crew will kick your ass(what what? ) who do damage to limbsIn '91 stompin' you out with black timsProdigy and the h.a.v.o.c. from the q.b.c.Puttin' cowards where they're suppose to beIf I don't know your face then don't come close to meI got too much beef for thatDrama in the 3rd degreeAnd to the kids you don't wanna be meI'm up in the mix of action when niggas wanna kill meBut it's the start of they endin' my man's lendin'Me his linden 42 shots dependin'On wheather or not the clip is full to the topWe bustin' caps non stopBlazin' in all the shows and even at the hoesOutro:Naw naw chill son chillAnd it's the start of your endingYeah yeah it's the start of niggas endin' youknowhati'msayin?And it's the start of your endingAll y'all weak ass crews that got drama with mines you knowhati'msayin'It's the start of your endingAnd it's the motherfuckin' start of the endingYou know who you fuckin' iwth (yeah yeah nigga) you know what will happen(recognize and realize) 41st side get bent run wild. 41st side get bent runWild. word up youknowhati'msayin'?
Masta Ace - Bklyn Masala (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-07 | No Copyright Intended.......Lyrics........YeahSo sexy[Verse 1]I met her on the corner of Gates n BedstuyIt was only right that I approached and said "hi"cuz she looked like no other chick I ever sawshe was on her way coming about the cornerstoreI axed "could I carry your bags?" and walk her homeI can tell she was new in New York, just from her tonecuz she wasn't that typical, rude and ignorant, teeth-sucking andeye-rolling tellin me to leave her alone (leave me alone)We dipped and we yapped, we chit and we chatabout this and that and where she lived at, yeahThis may sound kinna Wu Tang Clan-ishbut this butter-pecan honey was not SpanishShe lived like 3 blocks from my manin New York for 6 months, moved from PakistanWell that explains the strange accent and the strange clothesand that cute little diamond in your noseShe said "I gotta wear this gear every Sonday, but..you gotta see how I look on Monday" Word?!?Mean that I can see you again? Maybe..give you a call... take you out on aweekend?She winked at me and kinda laughedripped a piece of the grocery bag and wrote her mathYou can bet your last damn dollarthat I'mma give you a call... Brooklyn Masala[Chorus]Can we walk n talk, share our worlds?I'm feelin you a whole lot more than most girlsIf you give me the number I'll holla, I wanna see you again Brooklyn MasalaB to the K to the, B to the K to theB to the K to the L to the Y to the N... Masala[Verse 2]On out first date knocked on the door around 8when she came down she smelled good and looked greatShe had the tight Frankie D'z on, white on white onesa pink bubble goose and pink bubblegum, I'm like: DAMN!!!Even pink Chanel shades, her long black hair was done up in boxbradesShe didn't had a Maybeline face that was all deadinstead she had a red dot on her foreheadC-cup's pumpin, looking real illyou wanna see Lord Of The Rings or Kill Bill?She looked at me and said "Neither onecaise there really ain't no black stars in either one."So what you wanna do girl? She kinda blushedand we settled on dinner for two at Justin'sThe food was good, what no surprise is...we had the barbeque shrimps as appetizersWe had the cat fish main course, a few drinks ...then out the front door like Main SourceWe stepped out into the big city, she said"The Times Square lights are so pretty"We caught a cab, back to the labstopped kissin long enough to pay the tabShe said "I think we got a nice future"that night learned all about the Kama Sutra... my Masala[Chorus]
Masta Ace - F.A.Y Feat Strick (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-07 | No Copyright Intended.......Lyrics.......[Verse One: Masta Ace]I'm startin' to think that my skill is a wasteStill in the race with an ice grille on my faceMad at the world, mad at you, mad at my girlMad at my friends and anybody drivin' a BenzI really hate this nigga that delivers my mailBut if I hit him they gonna send me up the river to jailI hate my neighbors, they always askin' for late night favorsHate indie labels, especially hate majorsI don't give a fuck no more, fuck this tourFuck these shows and these groupies, they all ho'sHate these rude people stayin' all in my faceAnd hate the fact that Visa always callin' my placeSo all you mean creditors and magazine editorsSame ones that debted us and put niggaz ahead of usI'm a mad dog who sits in the darkI'm fixin' to bark watchin' 106 And ParkWhat a mess, I guess I'm sorta stressedTurn on the radio and I get more depressedNo wonder I'm kinda bitterStrick told me I should quit player hating, but fuck that I'm not a quitterHad a few cats betray me, try to play meBail and try to blame me, fuck you pay meIf y'all could, y'all would finish meThat's why this finger here is for everybody in the industry[Chorus]When you tryin' to hustle for pay and people get in your wayThat's when you ready to say "Fuck all y'all"When the job is givin' ya hell and pay is minimum scaleThat's when you ready to yell "Fuck all y'all"When it's really starting to seem that people killing your dreamThat's when you ready to scream "Fuck all y'all"I'm talkin' to you, and I'm talking to you, and I'm talking to you nigga[Verse Two: Strick]Yo I'm simply trying to eat 'til my belly is fatAnd I rest in the Midwest where R. Kelly and Nelly be atWhere my name ring bells like "Who's celly is that?"And "Yo Strick you about to blow!" yo stop telling me thatCuz at the end of the day I'm still just a nobodyCuz nobody knows me no record label chose meBut Tommy Boy did and look where that got meA bad attitude and a reason not to be cockyA huge debt, three lawyers, and two managersA bullshit advance that didn't recoup the damagesA couple of singles that wasn't really chartin'Yo Ace I got a Cherokee! "Bow Wow got an Aston Martin"That motherfucker got a mansion with a swimming poolA rec room with many games and plenty women tooHe prolly got his own chef and a fuckin' hot tubI got a truck with four rims but yo they not dubsSpeakin' of nots yo, I'm not a happy camperNot gettin' no younger, feeling like a grandpaYo I got low self esteemJust like a nigga running in place tryin' to chase his own selfish dreamAnd fuck my girl, soon I'll be startin' to creepShe's a slob and don't care if her carpet is neatShe got a slick mouth and always gets smart when she speakAnd can't cook a lick and the bitch fart in her sleepI got a dog that don't bark and cat that don't meowEverybody else is rich and I don't fuckin' see howSometimes I wonder why even bother waking upShould just end it and give back the spot I'm takin' up[Chorus]When you tryin' to hustle for pay and people get in your wayThat's when you ready to say "Fuck all y'all"When the job is givin' ya hell and pay is minimum scaleThat's when you ready to yell "Fuck all y'all"When it's really starting to seem that people killing your dreamThat's when you ready to scream "Fuck all y'all"I'm talkin' to you, and I'm talking to you, and I'm talking to you nigga
Masta Ace - Beautiful (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-07 | No Copyright Intended.......Lyrics.......Mmm hmmm, yeahBK, Uptown, Boogie Down, QueensIt's beautifulListen, I got a lot to say (yeah)Usually my smile stay locked awayBut not today, I have to laughOn the real the Aftermath's kind of ill like I'm Dr. DreSometimes I run to the club and get fadedIt's funny how you get jaded, I just hate it (just hate it)But this song gives a different kind of feelin'It's a new kind of dealin', it's a special kind of healin' (uh huh)And I can show what it isBest flow in the biz? You know what it isPositive over negative, see the Ace a MastaEven when I face disaster (that's right)I rise up aboveSee, people still showin' me loveGet the respect without droppin' a checkThis hip hop thing might stop in a secSo this brand new ish, you can pop in the deckIt's beautiful[Break]It's beautiful[Break]Yeah, this is brand new Uptown still in the boxThis is the Yankees, 10-nothin', killin' the SoxThis ain't huggin' the block wit' a gat in ya handThis is ??? on the Catamaran (that's right)With the sun beamin' down while you sat in the sandI feel like I'm more than a cat wit' a planThis feels like it's more than a flash in the panThis is milk in the cup and cash in ya handThis is a warm coat on the coldest nightThat's why I stole this mic, y'all don't hold this right (nope)First in a class of manyThis is a bottle of Jack and a glass of Henny (that's right)Now drink it up 'til there ain't nothin' left in itI'm reppin' it, BK, that's a definiteThere's more of these amazing rhymesA song like this in these days and times is beautiful[Break]It's beautiful[Break](I'm wishin' on and on and on...) the most beautiful thing everAnd it's here to bring terror to the bling era (yeah)You can feel it in ya innerIt's like Grandma's house, Thanksgiving dinnerIt's like a day in the parkOr at night when you get the ball and you play in the dark (swish)It's that street corner musicWhere most cats when they pull that heat go and use itI see a black man aimin' his gunBut I'd rather see a black man claimin' his sonYou know the sound is prettyEven when you got to get down and grittyThis is money in the bank like you down wit' DiddyThis a helicopter ride around the cityAnd we love it cuz it brought us hereIt's like a young mother braidin' her daughter's hairIt's beautiful[Break]It's beautiful[Break 'til fade]
Masta Ace - Da Grind Feat. Apocalypse (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-07 | No Copyright Intended........Lyrics........YeahSend this one out to everybody, trying to make end ends meetYeahI'm on the grindStill got my money on my mindAnd I, feel like I'm walking on the lineWhen it, seems like I'm running out of timeThat's when I'm going on the grind[Masta Ace]Ay yo, I'm trying to make my dollars doubleI done found a place to fit inFor niggaz trying to get into this power struggleI work hard on the job like immigrantsAnd always try to get my first half in advanceIt sounds strange but the rap game is not a gameYou could make a lot of money gain a lot of fameBut don't get it twistedYou could get addictedBuy a mansion in the Hamptons, and get evictedNow if you call me and I'm not aroundI'm probably putting my grind downDoing shows out of townI be the manager, road manager, and call handlerBooking agent, choreographer and tour plannerI be the V.P. of marketing and promotionsProducer and arraigner, with a range of emotionsAnd after it all, I still gotta performAt three o'clock in the morn', when half the fans are goneBut it's fineBeen on the grind since like '88 or '89The game is foul like a plate of swineNow is there anybody con like me?Is anybody out there on the grind like me?For everybody working nine to fiveFor everybody trying to rise with they eyes on the prizeI'm with 'cha, we all going through itBut yo, deep down inside I know we still gon' do itOh[Chorus]I'm on the grindStill got my money on my mindAnd I, feel like I'm walking on the lineAnd it, seems like I'm running out of timeThat's why I'm always on the grindYeah, I'm on the grindStill got my money on my mindAnd I, feel like I'm walking on the lineWhen it, seems like I'm running out of timeThat's when I'm going on the grind[Apocalypse]YeahI really feel I'm blessed 'cause I was born with a talent to rhymeBut the stress got me this close to quitting sometimesOn the crowded A train every morningI can't wait for the dayMy hustle game don't got to start this wayNiggaz think it's all good when they see me and hear my CDAnd think I'm jumping in the 745 with TVsThey don't know I miss tours and showsTo go to work and pay bills and keep dough on my clothesIn the shadow of a legend soThey expect me to spit and sound like himBut y'all need to let it goEveryday I face the crossroad of rap or drugsAlbum cuts and singles and crack heads and clappin' thugsWhen I'm broke my moms won't even give me a hugBut on payday I'm her baby then she call it loveI keep making my moves 'cause one day I'm a proveI got what it take and I will not loseYeah[Chorus]("I had to hustle hard, never give up" scratched to end) ~ Nas
Masta Ace - Good Ol Love (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-06 | No Copyright Intended.......Lyrics.......[Sample]Give me some of that good ol' loveOhhhh, let me make you, youGive me some of that good ol' loveWhoa, ohhh[Steve Harvey] "Put your hands together and show your love for theone and only!"[Verse 1]Hey yo, the world gon' show me some love, listenAnd I'm not talkin' 'bout the fakes hugs and kissin'Fifteen years, a lot of love is missin'I done already showed I'm not above the dissin'I'ma take what I'm owed, won' wait 'til I'm oldThe game got rules and y'all breakin' the codeY'all don't really think I can be hot in the clubY'all think I'm washed up like I got in the tub butI'm keepin' it poppin', the streets watchin'I'm keepin' 'em locked and the beat knockin'Hear me comin' with this song that I brung inDaddy-O told me this when I was still a young'un"Ain't nothin' like hip hop musicThat's why we choose it and the world just can't refuse it"This shit is underground like a gopherShow a little love 'fore it's over[Sample]Give me some of that good ol' loveOhhhh, let me make you, youGive me some of that good ol' loveWhoa, ohhh[Overlapping: sample]Got to be the real thingSomething you feel thingCome on, let me make you sing"Gimme that good ol' love"Got to be the real thingSomething you feel thingCome on, let me make you sing[Verse 2]Let me put y'all on like a bulb in the socketIn the club niggaz knock it wit' a dub in the pocketThey walk in the store, I love when they cop itMake you other rappers struggle to top itBut this man flow with the greatest easeNever did care about the haters, pleaseHe done paid his dues, paid his feesHe done stayed overseas, made his G'sBut now I got a wife and she bad as HalleHer moms is a militant, dad is rowdyThe fans kind of act like they glad I'm outtieBut they prolly sittin' at home sad and poutyYou show me some love, I'ma show it right backI know a tight track so I throw it like thatMy limo driver's white, my attorney black"Show me some love" like I'm Bernie Mac[Sample]Give me some of that good ol' loveOhhhh, let me make you, youGive me some of that good ol' loveWhoa, ohhh[Overlapping: sample]Got to be the real thingSomething you feel thingCome on, let me make you sing"Gimme that good ol' love"Got to be the real thingSomething you feel thingCome on, let me make you sing[Verse 3]This is for my Shaolin shooters and my Brooklyn teensUptown Bronx and them crooks in QueensI work like a maid when she cooks and cleansCuz it's about to be a wrap from the looks of thingsThe game is changed, the game is strangeThe game is lame and it ain't the sameBut that's how it is, you can ask IzYou can ask Biz, we did it for the kidsListen here, this is different hereIf you got an eye for detail and efficient earI won't disappear, I'ma keep on givin'I'ma keep on livin', I'ma keep bein' drivenI'm down to earth and I'm close to groundAnd spit shit better than most aroundThis how hip hop is supposed to soundTear them other cats' posters down now[Sample]Give me some of that good ol' loveOhhhh, let me make you, youGive me some of that good ol' loveWhoa, ohhh[Overlapping: sample]Got to be the real thingSomething you feel thingCome on, let me make you sing"Gimme that good ol' love"Got to be the real thingSomething you feel thingCome on, let me make you sing[Sample]Give me some of that good ol' loveOhhhh, let me make you, youGive me some of that good ol' loveWhoa, ohhh[Outro: overlapping sample]New York, New Jersey, Philly, D.C., VirginiaChi-Town, St. Louis, Houston, AtlantaLos Angeles, San FranciscoEngland, Scotland, Germany, AustriaSweden, Switzerland, France, ItalyCroatia, Spain, Slovenia, JapanAustria, Africa, show me love[Bernie Mac] "Show me some love motherfucker, show me some love"
Masta Ace - Dear Diary (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-06 | No Copyright Intended........Lyrics........[Man]Do you ever sing a little song like this when you get up in the morning?[Singing]Dear diary, what a day its beenDear diary, its been just like a dream[Masta Ace]Aiyyo Ace, don't tell me your thinkin about a returnI'm kinda concerned, when will you old cats ever learn?It's time to hang it up when you stand on your last legwhen you don't right on the reg' and your future is past deadI'mma tell you cause none of these cats willYou can't still try and rely on your rap skillYou ain't got nothin behind you and believe menot a label out that gonna find you and wanna sign youWrite your rhymes in the shower, you washed upIf there was a law against wack shit, you'd be locked upThese cats in the game pretend that they your friendbut as soon as you walk away, they talkin about you againHalf of your old group don't like you and wanna fight youand even made songs about you to try to spite youBig Beat dropped you and said that you can't selland they ain't had a hit since before Pac was in jailIt's like the shit is up under your nose and you can't smellhell, you probably older than Blu CantrellYou can't tell? It's over, captial O-V-E-Rand that's just in case you can't spell, c'mon[Chorus]Dear diary, what a day its beenDear diary, its been just like a dreamWoke up too late, wasn't where I should've beenFor goodness sake, what's happening to me?[Masta Ace]Yeah I heard all of your prayers but I doubt that God got 'emSo break out the suits and ties, and the hard bottomsand get yourself a job with a desk in a nice officeand learn to enjoy all of the garbage that life offersAnd don't ever again show your face on the stageor write the name Masta Ace on the page, kid ya doneWhoever let you back in the door should get a smack in the jaw'cause you sure shouldn't be rappin no moreYou already proved that at the Lyricist Lounge affairtryin to battle with rhymes you wrote on the way thereMaybe next time you'll know not to play fairSay your best written shit and school 'em like daycareBut through the sad mess and all of the bad pressI can't recall a time in the past when you had lessAin't nobody out there who gon' keep it realer than meWe one in the same sincerly, your diary[Chorus x2]
Masta Ace - Acknowledge (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-06 | No Copyright Intended .......Lyrics....... [Nas] "Pay homage, respect .." Yeah, one-two.. [Nas] "..Acknowledge the rep" Uhnnh.. I don't know what you cats was thinking.. [Nas] "Pay homage, respect .." Musta been crazy.. [Nas] "..Acknowledge the rep" To step up on stage, at CMJ, mention my name? [Verse One] I hear these cats, but I ain't listening A little faint dissing, a little scratch, a little paint missin' But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a stream of piss 'n I'm about to have ya whole team wishing That you never got this shit started You about to be dearly departed, you gotta be nearly retarded To let me hear my name mention, try'na gain attention Now I'm runnin' through this game lynchin' And I heard a few cats tryna take shots on the low These XFL rappers tryna fuck with a real pro One thing; who named y'all the High and the Mighty? To me, ya'll just sound like a couple of High Whities You had to be on mad coke and XTC, To think for a second, you can stand next to me Look, don't ever again mention my name in ya freestyles Or I cut off ya transmission faster than Lee Miles And I heard ya album, this must be something you're new at 'Cause I rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet My cellphone stay ringin', like a slap in the ear So I hope y'all don't plan on making rap a career Cause ever since Heav' was in Vernon I been burnin' Next year, y'all be up in Rawkus, interning And I shoulda let it known what your government names are To make sure you +Take It Personal+ like Gang Starr, motherfuckers [Guru] "I got one lyric, pointed at your head for start Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart" And that go for any other so called rapcats, in the game [Nas] "Pay homage, respect" [Nas] "Acknowledge the rep" [Guru] "Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display" And believe me, I ain't forget about him, naw [Nas] "Pay homage, respect" Nope.. [Nas] "Acknowledge the rep" Just you wait.. [Nas] "Acknowledge the rep" [Verse Two] Yo, yeah I heard of the Boogiemann when I was a youth, scary And I found out that he was as fake as a tooth-fairy Since my last mission this nigga's been ass-kissing I took a minute, I gave your single a fast listen Tell me this, no pot to piss in? How you dissin' You group holmes are about to report that you missing And I don't know who was worse, the track or the verse I'ma get to your producer, but I'm smacking you first See I couldn't even find one nigga that heard of you I did find a few cats that wanted to murder you But I told 'em "Chill", I let 'em know you was my son And I promise I can pay support to you twenty-one Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal Who knows, this might just get you a deal And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour Just remember like Nas nigga, +I Gave You Power+ I figured I give ya some help, cause you need lots I make your producer change his name to Speed Nottz Tell him I say "Fuck him!" for doing the tracks Matter of fact, fuck Fat Beats, for doing the wax I'ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax I'ma diss you by two-way, I ain't gon' never relax I'ma diss you over fast, slow track or no track If your shit wasn't so wack, I dissed you to yo' track You that little fish that I catch and I throw back And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle Fuckin' with me? You better off trying to hit lotto And don't answer back, this is hard shit to follow And you can't spit nigga, so you obviously must swollow, motherfucker..
Masta Ace - Hold U Feat Jean Grae (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-06 | No Copyright Intended.........Lyrics.........[It's the way I hold you (x7)][Masta Ace]I will never forget the day that we first metI wasn't even feelin you then but worse yetI was all up in the mix with one of your friendsand when you seen us you would always give me one of your grinslike if I only knew what I was missinI would quit kissing on this chick and change my positionI really thought you and my man was a better matchI never thought you was the type that I could catchI used to see you out in the park with different catsthem big willie types that rocked them pimp hatshad every other guy on the block trying to get youwishing that they had that rap to get with youfelt you was out of my leagueits like if you was silk and linen then I was fatigueI never would have pictured you and me togetherbut its like the way I hold you we was meant to be togethercome on.[Chorus][It's the way I hold you (x8)]The way I hold you it feels so good (yeah)I don't ever wanna let you go(a-ha)can't see you with nobody else, (no)I just really had to let you know,(yeah)It's the way I hold youIt's the way I hold youIt's the way I hold you[Masta Ace]Now I spend most of my time just being with youearly on I was afraid to be seen with youcuz I knew cats would do anything they couldto stop us from being together, its all goodthey was mad cuz I got you and they didn'tsome even tried to approach me I'm not kiddinghad to be ten times I got into a fightwith niggas tried to say I wasn't hitting it right -They kept on hating just kept on waitinghoping that we'd break up but we kept datingnever knew it would be so hard to be with youI should make it easy on my self and just quit you.[Make it easy on myself x2)I need to make it easy on my selfYup, I need to make it easy on my selfYup, I need to make it easy on my selfand just leave you aloneNo Wait! When I hold you if feels so greatI realize and recognize that you're my soul mateIts us forever had to let you knowits like I told you imma hold you never let you gocome on.[Chorus][Jean Grae]One-Two check ityou should have known from way back I tried to amp youtry to speak on your skillz when other niggas felt mebut you know that if you wasn't with me they can't even hear you rightand if you try to snatch me up it'd probably turn into a fightI been through my phases with cats and shakesI know you seen me chillin' with fake playerswho tried to grab me in the club and dance with me on the stage in gatorsthey say you just hatin-you jealous of the money that they're makinPeep stripper broads, thugs in golds and punksCats would front, get me high with all the smoke from the bluntsits not love its just lustthey always put me down when shit gets rough,I can't do it alone, I need someone to hold me right tell me their feelingsspeak on us to they boys, that's why we dealinniggas startin rumors like we ain't chilling or split upwhen you've been writing poems for me just to shut they lip upand there's still cats who try to touch me when they spot me alonetry to tap me just to see if im turned onbut it's the way you speak to meits like we on the same frequencyand when you hold me, you make peakcome on[Chorus]
Cormega - Love In Love Out (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-06 | No Copyright Intended.........Lyrics.........(Verse 1)When I came home from jail we was brothersYour beef was my beefRemeber that time with Butta on your video setWhen he was talkin' bout shootin'If you don't pay him, then I got into itSon you gave me a hundred dollars when I came homeI didn't complain I wasn't in it to gainYou my nigga when you hot and when the temperature changedNow we enemies, 'til we enter the graveWhen I got signed to Def Jam I offered you ten grandYou said you didn't want it, then you started acting funnyIt started with the cover of YSBA picture of The Firm, everyone except meThen my voice disappeared off La FamiliaThat's when it was clear to me there wasn't no real loveI was out The Firm, unless I signed a production dealWhich I didn't do cus son, that wasn't realI was never jealous of youIn fact I was proud of youI smiled when I heard you on "Live at the Barbeque"I respect you as an artist thou I'm no longer fond of youI gave you love from the heart unlike the people surrounding you(Chorus)Love in, Love outNowaways is no honor, only dramaYour friend today can be your enemy tomorrowNever show weakness, tell 'em no secretsWhat's deep is, I had love for youBut due to situations, I can't fuck with youTrust is a luxury I can't affordBetrayal's something that I can't ignore(Verse 2)My love is realSome earn it, some are unworthySome, walk in the prescence of men with thoughts to hurt meAnd wonder why I throw shade and stay to myselfCus I'm me, plus I'm not betraying myselfI'm free from the burden of extending my handTo my man's that don't deserve itI only trust famWhen I was locked up, you was doing you excluded meYou should be happy now that I'm doing meNiggas, acting like I won't give up a habitI got a question: Who came to spank weight empty handed?You smile in my face yet your eyes reveal the hateNext time you talk about me, mention I ain't fakeI'm living my dream, live yoursI gave sweat and tearsYou didn't even buy my CD, you say you my man? (uh)You so jealous your emotions make you carelessI hope when you hear this it makes you think before you staringAt your last I hear you scheemin'I'm reading you your last rightGet your mind off primitive thoughts and get your cats rightI'm not limited, without rap I'd still be gettin' itYours truly, the dealer / lyricist(Chorus)
Dramacydal - Hard To Imagine Mario Rosales 2011-06-06 | No Copyright Intended This Is the group before they changed their name to Outlawz...
Kno - Graveyard (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-06 | No Copyright intended.........Lyrics.......[Kno]A female condom's what you should be throwin inYou need protection, I'm sick and I'm going inI'm sick when I flow with pensThe shit like some old DependsThe pick of the chosen menI flip...hold upI'm the Talcum Malcolm, the Emo PrimoGot no need for beef, got a Vegan egoI'll squeeze three freaks in a El CaminoArizona Charlie's East CasinoA stack on Blackjack, 3 on KenoSo much cream that they screen my C-NotesStains on my jeans, breath reeks of CheetosThese girls on my team, breast meat and deep throatShe don't swallow? That claim's preposterousLets just say she has a populous esophogusShe prolly wanna crash, but no BandicootinAnd yes we're going Dutch, but no VanderslootinCus I don't hit women, but I'll annoy a bitchWiretap your phone, Rod BlagojevichI Vincent Van Gogh hard in the paint (ay!)What gave you the impression that I can't? (ay!)Many have tried, most of them failedTrap or Die, Oregon TrailYou won't prevail if you push meI'm that dude, Todd PalinI get dumb...pussy[Sheisty Khrist]There's a gem found in every heap beneath when you're six feet deepA ledger that points to treasurePots of immeasurable goldThat are six feet deepThe Grim Reaper reaps the souls of thoseWho walk in their sleep, we're all six feet deepI pray the Lord my soul to keep though I'm walking in heatIt's like I'm six feet deep
Kno - La Petite Mort (Come Die With Me) With Lyrics Mario Rosales 2011-06-06 | No Copyright Intended..........Lyrics.........[Kno - V1]I am ten toes downTo leave you ten toes upIn a hearse with the windows upBelly up off that cheap wineRelaxKick the bucket seats backRecline while we declineYou have the hand of AntigoneI can see it in your jeans (genes)You have suicidal tendenciesAnd this might be the end of meCus its a rough route watching you get rubbed outTil' the suns outBut damnitIf I have a hand in it can it still pass for abstinence?Passive masochist, pushin your faith asideAs I take your thighs on a ride to the great divideFace the sky innocent sinnerWhile I guide your Little Man in the Boatacross the Styx RiverYour body quivers beautifullyAs Jodeci sings the eulogy[Kno - V2]An eye for an eye so we're bound the sameThe candle's lit and now you're going down in flamesTo rise like a Phoenix, the sound remainsAnd rigor mortis sets inNow I'm your best friendMy destiny's with PersephoneSo its only right you get the best of meOr whats left of meRest in peace to the lifelessClosed casket, You don't want your fam to see you like thisYour body fights in a desperate act of self-preservationGettin off at your Final DestinationRespiration is strained, take your last breathAs we exchange these Faces of DeathCome on.
Kno - I Wish I Was Dead (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-06 | No Copyright intended ...........Lyrics......... [Kno - Hook] There's a cloud hanging over me What's in my head I can't see x2 [Tonedeff - V1] It seems I'm captive in a carnival The main attraction People stand in line for hours, stoked They pay to laugh and see me sabotage my charted goal to escape this trap while reading transcripts of my horoscopes Then it fades to black Repeat the pattern till my heart of gold is stained and cracked Decreased in value if I pawned it whole would I make it back? The things that matter seem so hard to hold, so I'll face the facts And leave this planet how I found it Lone And embrace the casket Feel so damaged, that I can hardly cope in a savage world, where the scars reopen at random If you don't wanna choke, put a bandage over your parted throat I'm man that's on his own and I can't get over these obstacles And it adds a sting that the common folks are this adamant to think god's a hoax And I'm outta hope Though I'm strong I don't wanna live with the strain No positive notes, no prospect glowing to give me the strength I simply revisit the day that misery came And, I wait for the light at the end of the tunnel, until it hits me That it was a train [Kno - V2] I can feel my blood circulate the whole of my body Cause there's holes in my body, like a blow from a shotty I'm assuming it probably, cause the hospitals got me I get up off the gurney and I am certainly wobbly But it doesn't concern me that I am fervently nauseous I'm not overly cautious, I just don't know what caused it So I'm talking to doctors, asking where is my family Or who was it that brought me, or who was it that shot me Cause I'm hurt pretty badly, but my memory's shoddy And nobody will help me, so I'm wobbling oddly To the front of the lobby so maybe someone will spot me But my face is in pieces maybe they don't recognize me Now I'm just realizing, as I open my pocket That my phone is inside it, so I'm frantically dialing Trying to call my fiancé, maybe she's trying to find me But I hear ringing behind me, and it strikes me as odd I turn around as she walks up to finish the job [Tonedeff - Bridge] I'm wishing for dead. The world is a weight around my neck. Oh, oh. oh. I'm wishing for dead. If today's like tomorrow, let this end.
Eminem - Love You More (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-06 | No Copyright intended .....................Lyrics...................... [chorus] The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it's making me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on 'Cuz you love me and I love you more [verse 1] It's sick but who could ever predict we'd be doin' the same shit We say that we do it for our baby but we don't, we do it for us It's lust, 'cuz neither one of us trusts each other so we fuck 'till we bust, 'till cuss each other out, we know what it's about Shout 'till I throw you out the house, you throw me out the house I throw you on the couch, punch you in the mouth, we fist fight 'till we turn this mother out and apologize after, laughter Pain, it's insane, we're back in the same chapter again And it's sad but it's true, when i'm laying here with you There ain't nothing anyone could ever say or ever do 'cuz [chorus] The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it's making me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on 'Cuz you love me and I love you more [verse 2] 'Cuz I hate you, do you hate me? Good, 'cuz you're so fuckin beautiful when you're angry It makes me wanna just take you and just throw you on the bed and fuck you like I don't even know you You FUCK other people and I FUCK other people You're a SLUT, but i'm equal, i'm a MUTT, we're both evilin our ways but neither one of us would ever admit it 'Cuz one of us would have one up on the other so forget it We can make accusations, people spread rumours But they ain't got proof, 'till they do, it's just the two of us You and me, 'cuz any chick can say that she's screwin' me But you gotta believe it to a degree 'cuz true indeed If you didn't I wouldn't be hittin', yeah I would 'Cuz the sex is too damn good, if I ran, who would I run to that would be this soft and warm? So it's off and on Usually more off then on but at least we know that we Share this common bond, you're the only one I can fuck without a condom on, I hope the only reason that I cope Is 'cuz of that fact and plus, I can bust in that, and that's why [chorus] The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it's making me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on 'Cuz you love me and I love you more [verse 3] I can never understand it, that's why I don't try From junior high until we both die, you silly hoe why must we try Is it really so rough that we must always call each other's Billy Goat's Gruff Try to pull each other's legs until the other begs We're lying to ourself, that's the beauty of it, yeah 'Cuz we truly love each other, that's why we always fight And all we do is shove each other every other fuckin' night And it's clear, it ain't gonna change, this pinned up rage We both have, we both feel like we've been upstaged By someone else, we both been someone else's someone else The problem is neither one wants help, it's an addiction And it can't be fixed, our family's mixed up There's a baby sister in the mix and it hurts 'cuz the pieces to the puzzle don't fit And anybody who thinks he knows us doesn't know shit And they're probably just tired of hearing it all the time on every song Every lyric and every rhyme, all the hoopla, all of the woopty woo What you put me through, fuckin' woopty do But I won't be made a fool of, if this is true love You wouldn't do what you did last time, you wouldn't screw up This time, 'cuz this time girl i'm tellin you what You do it again and i'm fuckin' you up 'cuz no matter [chorus 2] What you say, what you do I'ma hunt you down 'till I find you No matter where you run, i'll be right there Right behind you in your nightmares So much for them flowers, and the candy All the times that you threw it back at me Told me you hate me, you 'gon hate me more When you find out you can't escape me, whore [chorus] The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it's making me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on 'Cuz you love me and I love you more
Eminem - Puke (With Lyrics) Mario Rosales 2011-06-06 | No Copyright intended ........Lyrics......... [Sounds of someone puking] There I go--thinking of you again [Chorus] You don't know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think of you, I puke You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you I puke I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a little more, more suitable for this type of song--whoa I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta So fuck it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm Bout to rattle off some of the reasons I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of you On my arm, but what do I go and do I go and get another one, now I got two Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Now I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it If you only knew how much I hated you For every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who [Chorus] You don't know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think of you, I puke You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you I puke I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter But I thought a song would probably be a little better Instead of a letter That you'd probably just shred up--yeah I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a Paper, I'd rather let you see how Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle You're a fuckin' coke-head slut, I hope you fuckin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut, I hope you die Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna Yack-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ack What else can I do, I haven't got a clue Now I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but to But every time I think of you now, I'll I wanna do Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke [Chorus] You don't know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think of you, I puke You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you, I puke Fuckin' bitch
2pac-my block remix Mario Rosales 2007-11-22 | Damn, take a ride, to my block My block, that's right! Heh F'real on my motherfucking block [Verse One] They got a nigga Shedding tears, reminiscing on my past fears Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath The underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary, I'm getting worried Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggas on welfare And who cares if we survive The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutching on a four-five My neighborhood ain't the same Cause all these little babies going crazy and they suffering in the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love, niggas give me props Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block [Chorus: a bunch of kids - see the liner notes] Living life is but a dream Hard times is all we see (on my block) Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still prayyyyyy But on our block we still prayyyyyy... [Verse Two] Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops Black male slipping in hail when will we prevail Fearing jail but crack sales got me living well And the system's suicidal with this Thug's Life Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug life God help me, cause I'm starving, can't get a job So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers Mislead from childhood where I went astray Till this day I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home... on my block [Chorus w/ minor variations] [Verse Three] And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die Caught strays from AK's and the driveby Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside Cause our block is filled with danger Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers Time changes us to stone them crack pipes All up and down the block exterminating black life But I can't blame the dealers My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy A single mother with a problem child, daddy free Hanging out picking up game, sipping cheap liquor Gamin the hoochies hoping I can get to sleep with her It's a man's world, staying strapped Fantasies of a nigga living phat, but held back Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless Wide eyed and losing focus... on my block [Chorus w/ minor variations] [Verse Four] And block parties in the projects lasting way past daylight A young nigga learned to break night Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind I see the same motherfuckers balling Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call I know the young niggas understand this Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes Trying to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame And what's strange is everybody knows my name, swear they all know me And lots of cash make a nigga change I hit the green just to maintain, feeling pain For all the niggas that I lost to the game... from my block [Chorus w/ minor variations; kids repeat last line over and over] [2Pac - speaking over Chorus] Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers who passed away From all the blocks that I'm from One-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin? 183rd and Walt, my block, that's right 122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right In the jungle of Marin City, that's my block, that's right Los Angeles, haha, that's my block too Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure And all the other blocks around this motherfucker Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago All y'all niggas stay kicking up dust Represent the motherfucking block
2pac-Thugz Mansion Mario Rosales 2007-09-29 | R.I.P Shit, tired of gettin shot at Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it A spot where WE belong, that's just for us Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga That's why we go to thug mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G ... at thug mansion [Verse One] A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on We found a family spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion [Chorus: Anthony Hamilton] Ain't no place I'd rather be Chillin' with homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. Ain't no place I'd rather be Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise In the skyyyyyyyyyy.. [Verse Two] Will I survive all the fights and the darkness? Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change? Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain? I need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape the deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion [Chorus w/ minor ad lib variations] [Verse Three] Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sho' grown Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion [Chorus - repeat 2X (w/ ad libs
2pac loyal to the game (Dj Quik Remix) Mario Rosales 2007-09-09 | R.I.P 2pac TTTHHHUUUGGG LLLLIIIFFFEEE!!!!!!!!!
