BONE THUGS N HARMONY
"Foe Tha Love Of $"
(feat. Eazy-E)
Foe tha' love of money
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my nine
And ***** if you slip
You hit the chalk and fall in the night time
Gotta get mine
Ain't takin no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone
Callin' my ***** sin at home
Polishin' that MAC-10 crome
Gotta a lick so bring yo ****
Cause once again it's on
To the dome with a fifth of burb
we wig to the curb so we swerve
And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug
And follow the murder for robbin the dooehouse
Smoke jump outta me bong
So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge
I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up
Bulldozed through the living room
Hopped out of the car and started to blow up
Buck, Buck, and a kaboom
Me blew all them bodies all over the room
Them doomed
And gotta move fast, why?
The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy
So ***** don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the niine-quat
Cause Flesh be lovin' this money
I'm given uo love to the hustlas
All them St.Clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet
And you better believe gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep
Stay on the grind, get mine
Stayin' down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that llelo, makin' me sale, twenties nickles and dimes
Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven
Gotta get what's mine, then bailin'
Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin
Feelin one-eight-seven
That's how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat
Mission to check a mill and still be real
Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creepin on a come up
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, What up?
Gotta get that buisness on, even though the buddah run me, stun me
Feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for he love of the money
[Chorus]
Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw ahit! Here comes the mutha ****in cops!
So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the mutha ****as don't see me
Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah i stuffed 'em
Police on my draws, i had to pause
And yeah, it's still mutha**** 'em
Now my game is tight, tight as **** is my game
Easy mutha****in E or Eric Wright it's all the same
Now *****s might trip on how I stash my grip
I gotta have it *****
For the love of this ****
MUTHA ****A!!
[Chorus]
When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime
Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind
Check out the ripsta, now, drop down
Run 'em up outta me hood
Rip's straight when makin' me grip wiht me click
Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
Got nothing to lose, *****
Ya beter respect Rip, or ya best check this slug
It's goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang
Bang, gotta make that money man
It's still the same
Steady runnin' thang wild, and follow me now
While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see
For the dub you're done
For the bud, I run, for the love of my money
***** down for my thug off in this game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the
days
When *****s was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
Runnin' to my side, lil' *****, Ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give u the cash, oh, that was your ***
Cause me and me ***** was hungary
And *****, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple
And um, Bone raw doggin', so ***** just make tha **** simple and run
To catch one ***** me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers
Remember, me killa now
For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
Cause ***** you were slippin'
I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
Steayd rodin' and stealin' makin' a killin'
***** drugdealin', needin a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these *****s be sellin' off in the cut
Where you find a ***** thuggin' off in braids and skullies
And when I stick ya and lick ya, remember
I get 'em up for the love of the money
For the love of money
Yeah, Bone in the mutha ****in house for the nine-quats *****
Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless records in this *****
My *****s, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bine, Wish Bone, And Flesh-n-Bone
And I'm that *****, Krayzie Bone, in the mutha ****in' house
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NT
"4 Minutes"
[Talking]
Hold Hold up Hold up
Slow slow down
Listen give me 10 minutes...
Well gimme 5 minutes.....aight
b-before you leave I just need these last 4 minutes..
[Verse 1]
Pardon me if I'm talking fast and stumbling all over my words
I heard you were leavin' town I thought I'd be the one to know first
If you have a minute let me talk to you and see what's going on
Don't say it's nothing when it's something that's gone wrong
Now let me explain but I don't know what to say cause I don't know what the hell happened
I come in the house to try to work it out and all you're doing
is packing
Close your suitcase let me think straight
**** what could be the reason?
Baby talk me I'm almost outta time
[Chorus]
I only got 4 minutes to do what I gotta do to prove to you that I'm gonna do anything
Only got 4 minutes say what I gotta say to make you stay and show you that I done change
Cause in 4 minutes I'll never have my girl again
In 4 minutes Imma lose her to some other man
4 no less no more
I'm jus praying cause the clocks ticking
Only got 4 minutes to go
[Verse 2]
Who are these people I don't know in my house and they scratching my floors
Takin furniture outside and the U-Haul pull up to my door
What's the reason that I get this feelin that you can't keep it real with me
Is it cause of the prime relationships I had off in the streets?
Never mind that this is your conscience speaking and you need to get your girl back
You gotta find a way to try to get to her heart
I'm takin' suggestions I've learned my lesson
Think conscience you're my last lifeline
I'm down to my last second
[Chorus]
I only got 4 minutes to do what I gotta do to prove to you that I'm gonna do anything
I only got 4 minutes say what I gotta say to make you stay and show you that I done change (I'm a changed man)
Cause in 4 minutes I'll never have my girl again
In 4 minutes Imma lose her to some other man (I'll be all alone)
4 no less no more
I'm jus prayin cause the clocks ticking
Only got 4 minutes to go
[Bridge]
(I've done) I've done things in my past
I thought this love would last
But I can't let you go baby
You're my everything lady
The reason I smile and the reason I talk baby
The reason I breathe, the only one for me, yea
You can't go through with this
If you left me my life wouldn't exist
Cause I'm still in love with you
And that's my word I don't give a **** what you heard
Oh, baby I'll be true
I only got 4 minutes [echo]
And I'm running out of time
I only got 4 minutes [echo]
I only got 4 minutes
4 minutes I'll never have my girl again (I'll never have)
In 4 minutes (oh no) Imma lose her to some other man (Imma lose her)
4 (oo ho) no less no more (And I just can't take it I don't want it happen I won't let it happen)
Cause the clocks ticking
Only got 4 minutes to go (oh no)
Only got 4 minutes to tell you everything I love about you
4 minutes to say I need you, I can't live without you
I'm out of time gotta say what's on my mind
Just to keep you in my life
Aw, **** I'm outta time
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CK DADDY
"Thug Holiday"
(feat. LaTocha Scott)
[Talking]
Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's alright baby
Everything gone be gravy later, that's right
This the time when we take time to remember
All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know
I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam
My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle
Everybody in the county jail, state penn, check it out
[Trick Daddy]
If it wasn't for bad luck, hell I guess that a ***** wouldn't have none
But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun
How could I, get away from the po-po's, if a, ***** couldn't run
And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son
Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think the same thing
I've been waiting on freedom to ring hell but ain't a thang changed
And I lost my brother in the struggle, and then he lost his mother
And I was thinking if I lose mine, who's gone raise my brother
Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use drugs
Who'll teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love
So I pray for the better days, face the bomb had a run-a-ways
And, I put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays, it's crazy ain't it
[Chorus: Latocha Scott]
Just like the soldiers, that ain't coming home this year
Just like the fellas, in prison, we miss you so much for real
What about the children, who ran away, that ain't coming home today
Well here's a message from coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really need it the most a thug holiday
Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday - [2x]
[Trick Daddy]
Here go one for, all these killings and all these conflicts in religion
See the Muslims, Jews and Christians but know they are all God's children
There's only, one him, plus ain't none of y'all confronting him
So blind in our own minds we wouldn't even know God if 'we was in front him'
And, I read your books know all your remixes to the Bible
What about a verse for the thugs, a cure for drugs and survival
Let's add some chapters nameed Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan
In all my history books, only one died was the Americans
And, that's point of my, who's responsible for Vietnam
And, hold on there's more, we had two World Wars
And, how come the judges make more than the teachers is making
When they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education
Life is crazy ain't it
[Chorus]
So many tears, through out the years
Somebody tell me what's going on
And so many lives, but only God knows
About the pain deep inside
It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up
I know you're fed up, but stay strong
Here's a message from coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday
Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday - [2x]
[LaTocha Scott]
This is for my people in the ghetto
I'm calling out, calling out
To all my thugs in the ghetto
Calling out, calling out
It gets hard sometimes, but you
Got to keep your head up, and be strong
Here's a message from coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really need it the most, a thug holiday
[ad-libs]
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2pac
"Tradin War Stories"
(feat. C-Bo, Dramacydal, Storm)
[2Pac]
A military mind *****
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind *****
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
[Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]
We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous *****z I despise, look in my eyes
[2Pac]
Now can your mind picture, a thug ***** drinkin hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker
Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger
semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare *****z
Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
and fear of man - grow on trees
Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes
So *****z whisper when they mention
Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure
Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers
Hits fall, we thug *****z and we came in packs.
Every one of *****z strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac)
In the back, my AR-15
Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin
Fat as that *** that honey shakin
[Chorus (w/ Outlawz)]
[Fatal]
I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' ****
They call it overthuggin and ****
But I was just a younger *****;
gettin older and lovin this ****
But what was I doin in this place?
To the fakes without a pistol in the first,
facin termination in the worst
But I figured to play the wall; to watch all these
playa hatin *****z position for I could see 'em all
Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you
But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you.
[Dramacydal]
Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greenery
Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out
And why I do it - the ridin and smokin
Collidin with foes - in the worst place;
y'all shouldn'ta ****ed with us ,in the first place
Y'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters
Y'all don't want no funk cause
y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
[Chorus]
[C-Bo]
I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tale
Stackin loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12
Slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger
No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane
Call me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine
I be the ***** that's pullin the trigga
and dumpin the hollow points in your brain
Mo' bigger balls that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball
We bust that *** up against the wall (up against the wall)
(?) Never been no (?) men
How we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground
ain't nuttin but the hog in me
Bust off his dildo, killin (?) and keep mobbin G
It ain't no problem (?) funk off
(?) blow down punks with my sawed off
Bust they dirty-*** drawers off
and had them ***** *****z hauled off
[Chorus]
[Outlawz]
My whole family been raised, on **** that ain't okay
Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a ***** like me stay
I'm reminiscin, and catchin flashbacks when *****s ran up
in my house and I was too young, to try to blast back
What happend then? No one would tell me since I was three
Heard they got to my peoples, now they livin somewhere free
But **** that, you got what's mines and I want that
Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back
And now I'm sittin, holdin in anger because my parents missin
Thuggin Immortal, got some war stories for ya
[Storm]
Now look at me - straight Outlaw Immortal
Never gave a **** cause I was nobody's daughter
Outlawin from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure
cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controlled, *****
So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?
Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla
When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths
Prayin to God as your life goes back and forth
We tradin war stories
[Chorus (repeats through to end, getting softer)]
['Pac talking]
War stories *****; hahaha, what players do
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Mother****in Tupac a.k.a. Makaveli
Can you feel me? Just so you know, it's on Death Row
My *****z love that ****
Dramacydal in this mother****er, heheheh
Yea *****! Shout out to my *****z Fatal and Felony
C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?
You know what time it is
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[/b]2pac
"Shorty Wanna Be A Thug"[/b]
[Intro/Chorus: 2Pac]
Say he wanna be
Shorties gonna be a Thug
Said he wanna be
One day he's gonna be
Said he's wanna be
Shorties gonna be's a Thug
Said he's gonna be
One day he gonna be
Say he wanna be
Shorties gonna be a Thug
Said he gonna be
One day he's gonna be
Said he wanna be
Shorties gonna be a Thug
[Verse One: 2Pac]
He was a nice middle class *****
But nobody knew the evil he'd do When he got a little bigger
Get off the final blaze
While puffing on a Newport
plottin' on a another way to catch a case
Was only sixteen, yet convicted as a felon
With a bunch of old *****s
But you the only one who ain't telling
I tell you it's a cold world, stay in school
You tell me its a man's world, play the rules
And fade fools, 'n break rules until we major
Blaze up, getting with hoes through my pager
Was raised up, commencing to money makin' tactics
It's getting drastic, *****s got automatics
My fingers on the trigga, Tell the lord
To make way for another straight Thug *****
I'm sitting getting buzzed, looking for some luv
from the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Straight from the Hall to the Penn
Adolescent ***** scaling weight and standing Six feet Ten
He carried weight like a Mack truck
Gonna bust on some playa haters
if the mutha ****as act tuff
Then thats when the lethal weapon with the razor
This little ***** smoking weed and getting blazed up
No one could figure, when the guns blast pull the trigga
Could take the life of a young ***** guns bigger
No mother and father, you see, the *****s all alone
Old timers my role model, the war zone
Released with this game 'til its a part of me
My heart don't beat no fear and it ain't hard to see
The future is looking dim
I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sin
I'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love
out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug
[Chorus]
[Outro: 2Pac]
Shorty gonna be a thug
You little bad *** *****, to the young *****s
gotta stay sharp *****, play your part
you got plenty of time (you bad mutha ****as)
You only get three mistakes, then thats life, big baby (*****s craaazy)
watch the signs
****, you ain't but sixteen *****?
Sixteen?!
That's a bad mutha ucker
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2PAC
"Run Tha Streetz"
(feat. Storm, Mutah, Michel'le)
[Michel'le -- Chorus x2]
(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)
i'll be waiting for you
until you get through
i'll be waiting)
[Tupac]
Now peep it
Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa
some love makin' and homecookin'
i'll see ya later
It don't take alot to keep a ***** hard
must be a lady in tha light
but real freaky in tha dark
plus I got some enemies, baby
hold my pistol
and wrap your arms around a *****
everytime I kiss you
can you visualize the picture ?
me and you in extasy
don't be upset
it's good sex
when you next to me
do you wanna test me ?
put your tired head on my chest
A Thug *****s in tha house
now you can rest
I betcha never screamed a *****s whole name out
and felt tha pleasure and tha pain
about to **** tha very taste out your mouth
If you call me when you need me
1-800-skypage
when you wanna see me
cause I can be your man
and baby you can be my lady
but you gotta give a ***** space
or you'll drive me crazy
Run tha Streetz....
[Chorus x2]
(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)
i'll be waiting for you
until you get through
i'll be waiting)
[Storm]
Now me and you was cool
but I ain't tha one to play tha fool
can't make no money in bed
so ain't no future ****in' you
I ain't tha ***** ta love ya
can't do a **** thang for you
if you ain't about money
9 times outta ten
i'll ignore you
It's a man's World
but real women make tha **** go around
disrespect
and I clown
tha type of ***** to throw down
throw up tha block
cause nothin' stops my chips
I boss playa with this
then twist you lame tricks
Holla if ya understand my plan ladies
**** havin' babies by them shady *** *****s
Swearin', he can save me
My stratagies official
checkin' ya pockets while I tounge kiss ya
soft as tissue
so my next issue is 'how to diss you ?'
they call me Storm
from tha day I was born
I been known to break tha coldest mutha****er
till' his hearts warm
I ain't never been tha type to wait at home alone
just cause we bone
don't mean you own me
*****, i'm grown
[Chorus x2]
(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)
i'll be waiting for you
until you get through
i'll be waiting)
[Mutah]
I'd rather run tha streetz to make some mail
and put tha game down tight
for these gamin' *****es could get it right
It might be a plan that i'm choosen
don't get in confusion
because i'm known for showin' examples
how i do it
Thinkin' i'm new to this
because i'm younger
where i'll only leave you suspecious and to wonder
and at tha end I make a come up
*****, was raiseed up
off of M.O.B.
fighting over something
that's tellen me don't run tha streetz
[Tupac]
So tell me am I wrong ?
for tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in tha morning
by sunrise i'll be gone
all my homies is waitin' for me
plotin' on plans that we made
and all tha fun that it's gonna be
so meet me at 3'
and don't be late *****
we hagin' out all night
while drinkin' straight liquor
I heard it's popin' at a club
but they say I can't get in
cause i'm dressed like a thug
until I die
i'll be game related
got me strivin' for a million
stayin' motivated
now that we made it
it's a battle
just for tha big money
I'm livin' wild
no smiles
cause ain't a thing funny
I came up hungry
just a little *****
tryin' to make it
I only got one chance
so I gotta take it
ya never know when it's all gonna happen
tha rappen or tha drugs
but until then
give me love
and let me Run tha Streetz
[Chorus x7]
(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)
i'll be waiting for you
until you get through
i'll be waiting)
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CHAMILLIONAIRE
"The Sound Of Revenge "
[Verse 1]
Yeah, a lightning bolt strikes in the air, yeah, finally it's here
Cause y'all are the judge, the day of judgement finally is near
In your eye I see a tear, and it's remindin me of fear
Rap's been dead so long, so stop denyin what you feel
Dis payback for the fact that y'all ain't tryin to keep it real
Grim reaper that we call Revenge right beside ya in your ear
He's saying your time expired, time is finally due it's clear
Not sober mind is a weak mind and he's buyin you a beer - ha ha ha
Cheers... time for a toast (your heart's beatin, your heart's beatin)
To the haters that hate you the most (your heart's beatin)
And the friends that pretend to be your folks (your heart's beatin)
This is what revenge sounds like (your heart's beatin, your heart's beatin)
I hear your heart beatin, keep runnin your mouth, yeah
[Verse 2]
Your mouth runnin ahead of you, your mouth do what your legs should do
Let me walk to the edge with you, jump off of it, it
It sounds like your ready to, cause these rappers are terrible
And the game is unbearable but I'ma fix, fix
This feeling that's dead in you got your brains like a vegetable
Use the Pro Tools and tell em to edit it, it
Switch to somethin that's better fool, turn it up what you better do
When I'm bringing revenge to you it sounds like this, this, this
Somebody call the doctor (you're not breathin, you're not breathin)
They ain't gonna be well after this one right here
You're not breathin (you're not breathin, you're not breathin)
Just make sure they learn the name (you're not breathin)
that's about to be runnin the game (you're not breathin)
Tell 'em the name ... Chamillitary mayne
[Verse 3]
Shoulda heard what I was tellin you, I don't do what the jealous do
I don't hate when a ***** make it, cause I'm smarter and better too
You run when they tell you to but I move when I'm ready to
If you stop to take a breather, see that I'm light years ahead of you
Y'all musta thought y'all wasn't gonna have to see me or somethin
(you're not leavin, you're not leavin)
Houston, Texas, I'm here now (you're not leavin, you're not leavin)
Anybody gotta problem? (you're not leavin)
Speak now or forever hold your peace (you're not leavin)
I ain't think so - yeah!
[Verse 4]
The feeling's great cause they pay me, I expect some hatred so daily
I'm sticking the middle finger up like the feeling's mutual baby
The franchise and they say that the future can't really trade me
In Houston, I'm number one like I'm in the place of McGrady
But keep on pacing it baby, the full truth has arrived
If they ask you about you *****, you fin' to lie
They assk me about me and hear a truthful reply
They said they seem none better than me so hear the truth wit'cha eyes
[Chorus]
Better go take over befo' it rains
Cause I'd hate to say that I told you mayne
I know, I know what you're gonna say... but have it your way
I know these haters is gonna hate
And I see that angry look on your face
Tell 'em _Sound of Revenge_ is on the way... this isn't your day
Lookin for the truth, they ask me where have you been?
(Where have you been? Where have you been?)
Getting ready for these haters, I got somethin for them
(Somethin for them, somethin for them)
You're real quiet 'til you think you hear a sound in the wind
(Sound in the wind, sound in the wind)
You turn around cause you think you hear that sound once again
You hear that? (Yeah what's that?)
That's _The Sound of Revenge_ [gunshots]
[Female]
See, I told you
That's what happens when you get on his bad side
Ha ha ha
Chamillitary mayne! ...
And now, for _The Sound of Revenge_
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CHAMILLIONAIRE
"Picture Perfect"
(feat. Bun B)
[Intro]
My life is real baby, you peeping me take a picture
You peeping me take a picture, (you should take a photograph) - [2x]
[Bun B]
Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback
(You see it's real, they be like look at that
Picture perfect *****, you should take a photograph)
[Chamillionaire]
Introducing the truest voice of the South, it's who else but me fool
Don't let all that foolishness they feed you, on T.V. mislead you
Don't let all the magazines, and them papers out there deceive you
The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee do
You see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we flipping
The hundreds of grands we getting, these units of scans we shipping
You see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy twisting
That paint and that candy dripping, that drank and that can is missing
That ain't a Cola, though dry and you feeling sober
Boys trying to switch it over, apply it up in a soda
Home of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the quota
Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the odor
Told ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy your slab
Afford it then buy it that's, important without it now
You ain't gotta take college class, to see that we bout our cash
You not if you gotta ask, let's take a pic by the slab hol' up
[Hook]
You see my slab, you see my candy slab
Picture perfect *****, you should take a photograph
You see my chick, you see my chick is bad
Picture perfect *****, you should take a photograph
You see it's real, they be like look at that
Picture perfect *****, you should take a photograph
Photograph, ph-ph-ph-photograph-photograph
Picture perfect *****, you should take a photograph
[Chamillionaire]
When I'm tipping they'll probably watch me, the cops'll be paparazzi
And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowing glossy
The jealous will try to top me, we keep it too real to copy
What I'm listening to ain't a floppy, that disc gon be Screwed and Chop-pied
All the ballers will ride to this, deposit deposit slips
Buy the car and apply the fifth, raise the trunk an entire lift
Use to go to that Kappa, but Kappa ain't been as crunk
So I'm popping up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm popping trunk
Jamming that "Ridin' Dirty", while riding beside the laws
And they staring over at me, trying to scare me like I'ma pause
Tell 'em naw they know I'ma crawl, all day in the robber cause
I'm trying to go wash the ride, till them tires have whiter walls
You peeping him take a picture, that chrome and that paint official
You smoking then take a swisha, there's plenty just take 'em wit ya
You chilling you ain't a sipper, then I'ma be hanging wit ya
Take a hold of the grain and grip a, handful and smile for the pictures *****
[Hook]
[Bun B]
You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the shine on my chest
Syrup in my styrofoam, it's sweet with doja no cess
You done put it down with the rest, time to roll with the best
Cause when you ride with the original, you ain't gotta guess
I'm the connection that you need, when they say it's a drought
Cause it's not really a drought, them other *****z just out
And I'm the plug you gotta have, when they say the river's dry
Cause it's not really dry, they just ran out of supply
I'm too fly for the clouds, too down for the green grass
Better wear tinted lenses, if you look at my clean ***
Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback
Candy still dripping, 4's is still tipping
Wood grain grass, steering wheel I'm still gripping
Repping for P.A.T., the West and the East
And I'm repping for Pimp C, till he get back on the streets it never cease
[Hook]
[Chamillionaire]
My life is real baby, ain't just a song (ain't just a song)
Gripping that wood wheel baby, and riding chrome (I'm riding chrome)
This is for the real playas, that get that do' (that get that do')
Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm-I'm riding candy and chrome
[Bun B]
Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback - [2x]
[talking]
Know I'm saying, gripping wood
Riding through the hood, and feeling good
Just like we say down in Texas, it's already
You staring at me so hard
You need to go on, do yourself a favor playa
And take a mother fcking picture
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Lyfe
"Stick Up Kid"
[1st Verse:]
Rolling in my 2-door Monte Carlo
Looking for somebody I can borrow
5 or 10 dollars 'til tomorrow
I'm doing bad ya'll uh-uhn
I just smoked my last pack of cigarettes today
Ever seen a ***** diggin in the ashtray
It's a crumbling and humbling sight to see
I'm doing bad ya'll uh-uhn
And their teasin' me with these 23's and these dvds in their ride
And they pass me by-by-by-by-by-by
And have the nerve to wonder why
[Chorus:]
I be robbin' these *****s
I'm a stick-up kid
That's how I live I admit it
I be robbin' these *****s
I'm a stick-up kid
And if you're doing too much I'm coming to get it
[2nd Verse:]
See lately I've been thinking bout saving my soul
And do prayers make it to heaven from the ghetto
I asked all my friends but they all say they don't know
It's all bad ya'll
And the preacher talking bout some stuff he don't know
When church done became a ****in' fashion show
And they won't let a ***** in with these timbos
It's all bad ya'll
[Chorus/Bridge:]
Nobody knows the trouble I see
Nobody knows but me [3x]
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yea i tryed to edit them the best i could...if i missed some words im sry...
and these are my fav songs of all time...^_^
