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[Gee!]

MY LIFE Game ft Lil Wayne



[Lil’ Wayne]
And I’m grindin’ till I’m tired
They say you ain’t grindin’ till you tired
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken my life (x3)
Like what the he**ll am I doing right? (x3)

[The Game]
The hazing has BEGUN
Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed on coc**aine
Take me away like a bu**llet from Kurt Cobaine
Sui**cide (Sui**cide..sui**cide..), I'm from a windy city, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fuc**kin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces (My Life x3)
'Cause that's Jesus people and Game needs the equal
Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' “"Why"? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?”
And why every hood ni**g****ga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[Lil’ Wayne]
And I’m grindin’ till I’m tired
They say you ain’t grindin’ till you tired
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken my life (x3)
Like what the he**ll am I doing right? (x3)

[Verse 2]
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned them
So there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since there ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3)
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, no more drama now
Livin’ the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and ni**g****g**as could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glo**ck without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds. (Gunshots)

[Lil’ Wayne]
And I’m grindin’ till I’m tired
They say you ain’t grindin’ till you tired
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken my life (x3)
Like what the he**ll am I doing right? (x3)

[Verse 3]
(My Life x3) Walk through the gates of He**ll, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and Devil share chro**nic blu**nts
Listening to the "Chro**nic" album, playing backwards
Shootin’ at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fuc**ked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuc**kers afraid of Suge (Compton…. Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes Could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but ni**g****g**as can't escape the hood
They took so many of my ni**g****g**as that I should hate the hood
But it's real ni**g****g**as like me that made the hood
Ridin' slow with that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top back in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full; the ni**g****g**a Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the ni**g****g**a 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherf**uc**ker c**o**ck**ed back

[Lil’ Wayne]
And I’m grindin’ till I’m tired
They say you ain’t grindin’ till you tired
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken my life (x3)
Like what the he**ll am I doing right? (x3)

(My Life x 3)
(My Life x 3)
(My Life x 3)

 

[thirty-two]

Jason Mraz

 

[Mulli]

WHITE STRIPES!!! Paging Donald and Abomb.

 

[Gee!]

Bring Em Back For One Day



(Plies Talking)
Man I hope y’all can excuse me for a lil minute man
Just sitting here thinking bout my little partner
Who just got killed man its wild tho
How the mothaf**kers you love the most
Seem like them the ones who always die first homie
dawg I just wish I had the opportunity
To just bring my ***** back for just 1 day homie

(Chorus 2X)
Wish I can bring my ***** back for 1 day
And Take him by the daycare to see his son play
And go to show him how his baby momma done went stray
And how them f**k ****** who claiming
They love you done walked away

(Verse 1)
God give me my ***** fo 24 hours
So we can ride and laugh at these ***** ass cowards
Get to the liquor park and let’s talk for hours
Show him how if the ***** die how they lose they power
***** forget about ya dawg after they give you them flowers
ol’ trifling ass baby momma done got wilder
Now she f**king the ***** you robbed wit the pink impala
Like I told you befo dawg that ho sour
You can f**k these ho’s dawg but don’t handle them
Bitch you aint got **** dawg money arouse them
After a ***** dead and gone they lose they value
Ho cried at ya funeral and changed right after

(Chorus 2X)
Wish I can bring my ***** back for 1 day
And Take him by the daycare to see his son play
And go to show him how his baby momma done went stray
And how them f**k ****** who claiming
They love you done walked away

(Verse 2)
When you first died a ***** sat around ya momma all day
But since ya funernal them ****** aint went that f**kin way
cuz when you die yo dawgs suppose to step to the plate
You aint gotta worry I got her I’ll make sure she straight
Make you question if the love was real or was it fake
Out of sight out of mind I guess it’s true what they say
When you was here them ones was main ****** in yo face
You aint gotta deal wit them f**k ****** you in a better place
I almost cried when I seen yo son the other day
You couldn’t deny that one boy look like you all the way
I thought love was forever I guess that aint the case
First you die then they bury ya the ****** walk away


(Chorus 2X)
Wish I can bring my ***** back for 1 day
Take him by the daycare to see his son play
And go to show him how his baby momma done went stray
And how them f**k ****** who claiming
They love you done walked away

(Verse 3)
I’m sitting right here homie eyes full of tears
Never thought that pain last this many years
One thing I’ve learned from all of this **** life real
Rep yo name til I die homie that’s how I feel
Watch how everything changed since you got killed
Two days after you died ****** broke in yo crib
****** saying yo lil cousin the one who sold yo wheels
This **** probably shouldn’t f**k wit me but it really is
Mothaf**kers showed me what Shasta really is
What’s gone happen to me after I die one of my biggest fears
See what my partner done been through got me scared to live
I pray to god my life don’t end like his

(Chorus 2X)
Wish I can bring my ***** back for 1 day
And Take him by the daycare to see his son play
And go to show him how his baby momma done went stray
And how them f**k ****** who claiming
They love you done walked away

 

[abomb]

WHITE STRIPES!!! Paging Donald and Abomb.

I dont like Icky Thump too much, but their older stuff is some of the best and most inventive music of this decade.

 

[Gee!]

JORDIN! Glendale's best..

 

[Gee!]

2pac featuring Elton John..

Ghetto Gospel..



"Ghetto Gospel"
(feat. Elton John)

Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel

[Chorus - Elton John:]
Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

[2Pac]
If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce, ***** and bliss on the good days
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They tested, it was stressed that they under
In our days, things changed
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
cause any day they'll push the button
and yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothing
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there's no need for you to fear me
if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it ain't about black or white, cause we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel

[Chorus - Elton John]

[2Pac]
Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when its said and done
I bet this Brotha be a better one
If I'm upset, you don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
But am I less holy
Cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets
My ghetto gospel

[Chorus - Elton John]

[2Pac]
Lord can you hear me speak!!
To pay the price of being hell bound...

 

[Mulli]

like a millionaire that has no money
like a rainy day that is not wet
like a gamblin fiend that does not bet
like dracula with out his fangs
like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang
like collard greens that dont taste good
like a tree that's not made out of wood
like goin up and not comin down
is just like the beat without the sound no sound
to the beat beat, ya do the freak
everybody just rock and dance to the beat
have you ever went over a friends house to eat
and the food just aint no good
i mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed
and the chicken tastes like wood
so you try to play it off like you think you can
by sayin that youre full
and then your friend says momma he's just being polite
he aint finished uh uh that's bull
so your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie
and you say that you already ate
and your friend says man there's plenty of food
so you pile some more on your plate
while the stinky foods steamin your mind starts to dreamin
of the moment that it's time to leave
and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin
into something that looks like cheese
oh so you say that's it i got to leave this place
i dont care what these people think
im just sittin here makin myself nauseous
with this ugly food that stinks
so you bust out the door while its still closed
still sick from the food you ate
and then you run to the store for quick relief
from a bottle of kaopectate
and then you call your friend two weeks later
to see how he has been
and he says i understand about the food
baby bubbah but we're still friends
with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
the hip hip a hop a you dont stop the rockin
to the bang bang boogie

Heard this on Chicago radio over the weekend. Awesome!

 

[Mulli]

Steve Earle. Can take the boy out of hickville, can't take the hickville out of the boy.

 

[dreamcastrocks]

Listening to lots of 90's R&B.

 

[Linderbee]

 

[Gee!]

Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One
You done when I see you (David Banner, banner)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah) Two (2), (ay) One
You done when I see you (ay)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah, yeah), Two (2), One run
You done when I see (see) you (you) (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ay)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One (what it is pimp I know ya'll miss me man)
You done when I see (see) you (you)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (here I am muthaf****), One run
You done when I see (see) you (you) (ay)

[Verse 1:]
what it is the king back in the building
Still stacking and building
Still rappin to children
Jeopardizing ya deals, ballin buyin ya wheels
Like it's back when we was lil and it's still time to kill
Quick displayin ya skills
Way underpayin ya bills
Spend a day in the field
So how you sayin you real
****** could never live how I live, you ain't deserving
My lifestyle's urban, never met me in person
Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban
On 24's, 20 hoes givin head, I'm swerving
**** boys piss they pants, scared and nervous
I'm shell-shocked, black out like I been in the service
Clean cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin
The closest thang you hoes seen to picture perfect
Your rose gold king, my ring tight as a virgin cop
Your dream I stopped fo I seen the top, *****

[Chorus (2x):]
Five (5). Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (what!), One
You done when I see (see), you (you) (ya days are numbered shawty)
Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One run
You done when I see (see), you (you) (countdown pimp)

[Verse 2:]
I treat the beats like the streets
On em I do what I want to
I ain't gotta confront you, I'll kill you if I want to
Roam amongst monsters, kill homes and front you
That lil ***** swearin he bad, eat him for lunch too
**** you ******, Dominique slam dunk you ******
Sucker punch aan one of you ******
I was being nice at first now I'm runnin thru ******
Whole crews, not just one or two ******
Cuz you aint representin the south, you just embarassin
See you on tv in New York, them ****** laugh at us
The reason why D.J.'s didn't have a clue I was fabulous
Now a days, not playin my records well, hell it's hazardous
All this cussin, fussin, loud discussion's out of my character
Bustin these ****** melons and threatnin all of they managers
P.$.C. is Atlanta, so how you playin and handlin
Gorillaz wit bananaz, without playin and banishing
King of the south, it was said once then
Took a while to comprehend, now it all sunk in
On the low, deal a mil, I ain't done, come again
Room dead, scene fled, fo the fedz runnin in pimp

[Chorus (2x)]

[Verse 3:]
comin live from the terror dome
Shinin lights on ****** who got they skirts on tight wit mascara on
All I have ever known, is 28 in the zone
Give me a day and its gon, a brick of yay and it's on
You have never known, me to run less I'm gunnin at ****** domes
And runnin em out the own territory
Every story got a flip side to it, and ya disc ain't **** less the click ride to it
And I'm gon show you how the Westside do it
In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Simpson Valley
Every crack in every alley, sellin crack to every Tom, Dick, and Harry
Every Kim, Sue, and Sally, till I tally up
A big enough knot to buy me a yacht
So then my pistols and my patnaz really all that I got
I'm not, playin at all, I'm sprayin em all
Still drop em down to size if they say that I'm small man
***** cats can't worry ya dawg
Throwin stones at the throne, I'm a bury ya all man
Know ya ****** ****** hate that I'm ballin
Makin 30k a day and blow it all at the mall and man I
Can't relate to what you rap on stage
***** cuz I been sellin yay since I was bow wow's age *****
Hear my daddy and cousin talking to me from the grave
And all they sayin is young ***** get paid

 

[Gee!]

Ice Cube - Thank God

The critics dont know



[Intro]

I do Gangsta Rap
They want to blame the world problems on Gangsta Rap
It's our fault;
Coz mother****ers are dieing in Iraq
It's our fault;
Coz mother****ers is starving in Africa
It's Gangsta Raps fault;
That people are poor
Can't get enough to ****ing eat or live their life
(That's ********)
That's rap musics fault.
It's rap musics fault;
we got all these ******** laws, and restrictions and **** we can't do
(That's ********)
They blame it all on us
I'm blamin' them mother****ers for Gangsta Rap
Because if they didn't create these kind of conditions
I wouldn't have **** to rap about
You know what I mean!

A'right, a'right, everybody back up, star status comin' through.
The man is in the building.
Don't touch him, don't look at him, and don't ask to take a picture.

[Verse 1]

I walks in, with that California swagger
With that attitude that it ain't nothin' badder
Now you can call me rapper
Or you can call me mister
Big money trapper, ****in' with your sister
I'ma do it my way, from here to Zimbabwe
From http://6lyrics.com
It's too hot today
**** what you got to say
**** if you mad at me, better go change your battery
Ain't gonn take my sunshine, like I hit the lottery
Ah, he's a show off, a hot head go off
Yeah don't make he mad
He might tear the ****ing door off
Take all his cars, and don't try to fall
Coz one of his people, might cut your ****ing toe off
Ice Cube baby, make you take him serious
Everthin' I say, ends with a period
Everthin' I do, ends with you curious
Lookin' for the best rapper
******** period.

[Chorus]

(Thank God)
Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3)
And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap
(So thank God)
Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3)
And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap

Comin' live from Los Angleas
I know you hate to see me comin'
(I know, I know)
I know you saved a little something
(I know, I know)
I know your mouth is still runnin'
(I know, I know)
All smiles when I'm coming

[Verse 2]

When I step up in the spot
Is he a thug or not
Is he a jugganaught, no I'm a astronaught
Nose all in the clouds, Ya'll think I'm too proud
Got to stay above the crowd, How you ****ers like me now
Some of ya'll start to smile
Some of ya'll start to frown
Some of ya'll back up
All ******* start to clap
Now I gotta act up, kinda like Bobby Brown
Better call for back up, when I shut this lobby down
When will you realise the cycle will continue though
Commercials for hatorade.
Boy is it in you
hate to see me comin'
(?)
Me and my ladies
Superman and Wonder Woman
He think he the ****, the **** think he me
So come smell mine, I bet it don't stink
I am the link, the food and the drink
The colour in the Kool aid, the ****** in the meat
(Don't trip)

[Chorus]

(Thank God)
Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3)
And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap
(So thank God)
Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3)
And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap


I know you hate to see me comin'
(I know, I know)
I know you saved a little something
(I know, I know)
I know your mouth is still runnin'
(I know, I know)
All smiles when I'm comin'

Thank God that The Gangsta's back (Crazy remix style)

[Verse 3]

When will they realise, they'll never stop me
They call me arrogant
They call me cocky
Just because, I wont let them chop me
They want to whoop my ass, but this ain't Rocky
I'm as hot as a habotchi (?)
Star child comin'
And I promise ya'll i'ma keep it one hun'ed
Ya'll promise me you wont T.R.I.P
Or I'ma have to hit your ass with a 2-piece
Hit you with some rice and two more sides
Don't you know my ******* turn haters int' mash potatus
I'm the macaroni with the cheese ****** please
when you see me on the red carpet, down on your knees!

[Chorus]

(Thank God)
Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3)
And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap
(So thank God)
Thank God The Gangsta's back (x3)
And we don't gotta put up with this brainless rap

I know you hate to see me comin'
(I know, I know)
I know you saved a little something
(I know, I know)
I know your mouth is still runnin'
(I know, I know)
All smiles when I'm comin'

 

[Gee!]

Ice Cube - Crack Baby



[Chorus]
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you the mother****er that broke in my Mercedes?

[Ice Cube]
Let me tell y'all, the definition of shady
It's a ***** like you that think it's all gravy
Do some dumb ****, dumber than join the Navy
What yo' broke ass doin' with a hundred babies?
Strap it on please, you're spreadin' STD's
throughout the hood, you's a walkin' disease
You took the bad ones, and you turned 'em into sad ones
Bitch you dumb too, ****in' with the last ones
You's a crazy ***** goin' in and out of there
Like you love it, but ***** I'm outta here
When they crack the door, boy I ain't comin' back
I'm tryin' to figure out, why you keep runnin' back?

[Chorus]
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you the mother****er that broke in my Mercedes?

[Ice Cube]
Sick with it, bipolar, crazy as the Ayatollah
Went in to buy a soda, now we shootin' at the rollers
From http://6lyrics.com
He looked at me like "Cube, I thought you was a soldier"
I am *****, but not for a Coca-Cola
Jumped out my car when his head hit the tar
It bust like a jar but he still wanted to spar
They jumped out, and hit his ass with the taser
Fifty thousand volts turned him into Joe Frazier
Beat they ass, took they badge, took they guns and they cash
Came by the bar, ***** rollin' in they squad car
Blue and red lights flashin' like a superstar
I just shook my head and wondered who the **** you are

[Chorus]
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you the mother****er that broke in my Mercedes?

[Ice Cube]
You've got to be a crack baby, turn into a grown-up
Sharp as a bowling ball, brain like a donut
My daddy told me that the early bird get the worm
He told me that the early dope fiend get the sherm
Three AM, see you ridin' on that bicycle
Old mother****er, what you doin' on that tricycle?
You's a cold mother****er like a icicle
With your grandmama purse tryin' to buy a nickel
I should kick ya ass just because she can't do it
Cause all you do is talk **** and you drink fluid
You say "Yeah man, you better get used to it"
They say God is perfect, and I say he blew it

[Chorus]
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you the mother****er that broke in my Mercedes?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you the mother****er that broke in my Mercedes?

 

[Gee!]

[Intro]
Better get on yo job, tell'em, haters get on yo job, ***** (Motivation)
*****, get on yo job, tell'em, haters get on yo job, ***** (Motivation)
Haters better get on yo job, tell'em, haters get on yo job, ***** (It's motivation)Sucka *****, get on yo job, if ya, hatin' get on yo job, *****

[Verse 1]
You can look me in my eyes, see I'm ready for whatever
Anythang don't kill me, make me better
I ain't dead *****, you can take the fame and the chedda
And the game, any deal, I'm still a go-getter
Take my freedom for the moment but it ain't fo-ever
I got the spirit of a god, heart of a dope dealer
I'm a king, seen hangin' with some cold killas
I ain't never back down or ran from no *****
I ain't sat down yet, pimp, standin' gorilla
Even if I'ma all alone or standin' with four ******
Tell'em jump, pimpin' it don't get no realer
5'9" with the soul of a 6'4" *****
I separated the fakes, paralized from the waist down
From the real stand up guys of the A-Town
Can't even look me in my eyes, put yo face down
I'm outta jail *****, whachu gotta say now?

[Chorus]
Motivation
****** fakin' only gonna inspire (Motivation)
All yo hatin' in fuel to my fire (It's motivation)
****** plottin' on the crown soft droppin' (It's motivation)
Hey but I ain't slowin' down and I ain't stoppin' (Motivation)
Now ***** don't stop my show (Motivation)
You ain't know I don't stop, I go (It's motivation)
Sucka ****** can't make me suffer
Just make me stronger and make me tougher (It's motivation)

[Verse 2]
To be locked in a box ****** happy to see
Put anybody on top, any rapper but T, I, P
But back to reality G, O.D. still carryin' me, ***** I run this
Spread yo rumours, kick all yo lil' dumb ****
Tell lies, laugh 'bout the time that I'm gon get
If it make you feel better, picture me over and done with
Punk bitch, come with all the gossip you can come with
Small thang to a giant, I can overcome this
Jail, I don' done this, rap I'm just havin' fun with
I could be a local joker, never have one hit
*****, "New Finish" alone'll get me dumb rich
While these rappers sellin' records gettin' pennies
If Grand Hustle sell any, I'ma get plenty
If God with me, who could be against me sucka?
Can't make me suffer, just make me tougher

 

[Gee!]

"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss,
your new gun with you."

[J-Dee]
I heard you had beef on your block
so you bought you a glock, the one with the 17 shots
Nicknamed Smith & Wessun
Gonna teach them punks on your blocks a little lesson
But, who you gon' shoot with that, homey?
You'd rather blast an original instead of a phony
True macaroni, you don't even know me
And why does your gun say, '****** only'?
But you need to get an angle on an anglo
(??) shoot your bucks at the Ku Klux
Got your gat, but you ain't thinkin of 'em
Cause deep inside, I know you love 'em
Point your gat at me and I'll blast ya
But first I gotta ask ya..

Fool, who you talkin to?
What you gotta ask me?

[Cube] But first I gotta ask ya..

[Chorus]
Who ya gonna who ya gonna shoot wit that, punk?
Who ya gonna shoot wit that, punk?
Who ya gonna who ya gonna shoot wit that, punk?

Yo man, whassup with the jack move fool?
I ain't got no money man
What you aimin that pistol at me for man?
Ay man, why don't you go on with that?
Go up to Beverly Hills or somethin
"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss,
your new gun with you."

[J-Dee]
I'm drivin down the street, and I ain't got much more than you
but you still wanna jack for my six-two
Impala, it's all about the dollar
You claim you're gonna bust if I holler
Don't say nuttin as I jump out
But why you gotta blast me, before you stomp out?
Start runnin cause I'm terrified
Two shots from his gat made me realize
you woulda let me do if I was a caucasian
a jew or an asian
But I see you wanna do me, do me
Is it cause, I'm black as you be?
Don't talk about a rep to me
cause deep inside, I know you're white as a deputy
Saw my car and bought a brand new gat
Punk, but who you gon' shoot with that?

Chorus + J-Dee (line 4)
[J-Dee] I hope they find your ass dead in a trunk!

"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss,
your new gun with you."

Hey yo man, I just got jacked man
They always talkin that black on black crime man
I'm fin' to go put in some work man

"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss,
your new gun with you."

[J-Dee]
Now it's time to trip
This fool done caught me slippin and he jacked
I'm off to the house to take my pistol and my khakis
Never ever thought I would get, got
So I grabbed the fo'-fo' with the thirteen, shots
Hunted him down, like an animal
Caught his ass slippin with a skanless hoe
I crept up behind him, put my hands around his mouth
Fo'-fo' to the dome, yo punk we breakin out
I ducked in the alley of the boulevard
Jumped in the back, trailed by one car
I'm thinkin to myself I can't kill him he's a brother
even though he keeps robbin, and stealin from our mothers
He's lookin in my eyes, he's gazin at my gat
And then he said, "Who you gon' shoot with.." {*BLAM*}

[Cube] Sit Ubu, sit..

 

[Gee!]

Dr. Dre]
Journey with me
Into the mind of a maniac
Doomed to be a killer
Since I came out the nutsac
I'm in a murderous mindsate
With a heart full of terror
I see the devil in the mirror
BUCK BUCK, Lights out
Cause when I get my sawed off
****** get hauled off [Ice Cube:] haha barrel one
Touches your mother****in flesh [Ice Cube:] barrel two
Shoots your ****in heart out your chest
You see I'm quick to let the hammer go click
On my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine
Fool it's your bad time
Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infra red aimed at your head
Like your name was Sarah Conner
Decapitatin I ain't hesitatin
To put you in the funderal home
With a bullet in your dome
I'm hot like lava
You got a problem?
I got a problem solver
And his name is revolver
It's like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a 44 mag
And your frozen inside a boddy bag
Nobody iller
Than this graveyard filler
Cap peeler
Cause I'm a Natural Born Killa

[Ice Cube]
Terror illistrates my era
Now I cant hang around my momma
Cause I scare her
I'm quick to blast mother****er
[Dr. Dre:] yeah what's up
It feels like I'm bustin a nut
When I open you up
Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
All you weak mother****ers give my ring a kiss
Cause I'm givin dirt naps
Comin with them bomb ass raps
To make your lungs collapse
Perhaps, you never sleep
Cause evertime you doze
You catch blows to the mother****in nose
Ain't seen the sun, in 66 days
Let me count the ways in a ****ed up maze
I never ever ever made a hoe stay
But I'm down with Dre
Like AC is down with OJ
So **** how your livin
I'm the unforgivin
Psycho drivin
Murdera
It's authentic
Don't panic
I can't stand it
******** it
Scizophrenic
So **** Charlie Manson
I'll snatch him out of his truck
Hit 'em with a brick
And I'm dancin

[RBX]
Mass Murderer, Natural Born Killla,
And I don't wanna die
I DON'T WANNA DIE
I DON'T WANNA
I DON'T WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DIE!

[Ice Cube]
I dont understand the logic in my dreams
But I understand I like the sound of Sireens
Terrified screams from the streams
Of Strycnine
Dumpin on any mother****er tryin to trick mine
Cause mother****ers wanna violate
Now they stiff and cold
And they pupils won't dialate
IT'S SO MUCH PAIN
MIGRAINE
Headache
I can hear his bones break
He steps in the single door
Gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes
Like that dude up in Singapore
So I'm a pull a ****in Jeffrey Dahmer
Now I'm suicidal, just like Nirvana

[Dr. Dre]
Tic Toc
Toc Tic Toc Tic
Dr. Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous ****
Keepin ****** in order
Makin there live shorter
Ready to slaughter
Cause to me a life ain't worth a quarter
Or a dime
Mushroom's got my mind
Hallicinatin
Ain't no debatin
I'm creatin an escape
Route to be out without a doubt
Scot Free, so don't even think about tryin to stop me
Cause I can't wait
I'm out the gate
On the for realla
A thrilla
Or a Natural Born Killa

[Ice Cube]
Gi-Gi Gi-Gi Ga-Ga
They call me Da-Da
6 million ways to murder
choose one
Lose one soul
Bodies turn cold
Natural fright from ****** goin bump in the night

Should I peely
Should I kill her in my iller
Then a Natural Born Killa
[repeats 3x]

 

[SECTION 11]

Old Crow Medicine Show.
I don't know, I'll just call it folk revival. Front porch music is on it's way again.

 

[mojorizen7]

Still the only rap album/CD in my collection. Not a fan of the genre at all but this has groove,balls,and aggressiveness. Good stuff.
"Freedom got an AK" is maybe my favorite here.

 

[mojorizen7]

Been listening to Candlebox.

 

[jstadvl]

The Hold Steady and Mellencamps new one. Also Travers Appice.
Gonig to check out Mountain and satrianiu at the Dodge in Nov.

 

[jstadvl]

Don't lyrics go elsewhere? JK
EmmyLou Harris, James Taylor, Buckcherry, Bob Dylan, Kenny chesney, plain white Tees
All latest releases.

 

[schutd]

The Japanese Motors, M83, Beach House.

 

[mojorizen7]

The Cure

 

[DWKB]

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