ANTHONY HAMILTON lyrics - Southern Comfort

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[Jadakiss] Aha It's dat real Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt And why them dudes ain't ridin' if there part of your set And why they never get it poppin' but they party to death Yea, and why they gon give you life for a murder Turn around only give you eight months for a burner, it's goin down Why they sellin' niggaz CD's for under a dime If it's all love daddy why you come wit your nine Why my niggaz ain't get that cake Why is a brother up North better than Jordan That ain't get that break Why you ain't stackin' instead of tryin' to be fly Why is rattin' at an all time high Why are you even alive Why they kill Tupac n' Chris Why at the bar you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin Crist' Why them bullets have to hit that door Why did Kobe have to hit that raw Why he kiss that whore Why [Chorus: Anthony Hamilton] All that I been givin' Is this thing that I've been living They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that Try'd to make it my way But got sent up on the highway Why, oh why Why they gotta do me like that [Jadakiss] Why would niggaz push pounds and powder Why did bush knock down the towers Why you around them cowards Why Aaliyah have to take that flight Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari Why he take that bike Why they gotta open your package and read your mail Why they stop lettin' niggaz get degreez in jail Why you gotta do eighty-five percent of your time And why do niggaz lie in eighty-five percent of they rhymes Why a nigga always want what he can't have Why I can't come through in the pecan Jag Why did crack have to hit so hard Even though it's almost over Why niggaz can't get no jobs Why they come up wit the witness protection Why they let the terminator win the election Come on, pay attention Why sell in the stores what you can sell in the streets Why I say the hottest shit but we sellin' the least [Chorus] [Jadakiss] Uh, yea, yo Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get a Oscar Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it Why they didn't make the CL6 wit a clutch And if you don't smoke why the hell you reachin' for my dutch Why rap, cause I need air time Why be on the curb wit a "why lie I need a beer" sign Why all the young niggaz is dyin' Cause they moms at work, they pops is gone, they livin' wit iron Why they ain't give us a cure for aids Why my diesel have fiends in the spot on the floor for days Why you screamin' like it's slug, it's only the hawk Why my buzz in L.A. ain't like it is in New York Why you forcin' you to be hard Why ain't you a thug by choice Why the whole world love my voice Why try to tell 'em that it's the flow son And you know why they made the new twenties Cause I got all my old ones That's why [Chorus]

Recognize

JACQUEES "Quemix 2"
She done let a real one in, she done let a real one in I'm that nigga and I got bitches, I'm that nigga and I got bitches I'm that nigga and I got bitches, I'm that nigga... I want you, I want you..to give me love all the time when I see you Better get in line when I see you I really want you, you, you, Singing songs for you, you, you Brown-skin got you new, new do, even look like Kelly Rowland too I be stuntin' out in M.I.A, on the block where your boyfriend ain't Sorry if the boy is smellin like the bank, but I been running thru a check all day All these bitches know that I'm your nigga, really hate it for your past old niggas Cause I don't care about one nigga, two nigga, three nigga, four nigga Ion give a fuck about your nigga, girl I.. Know some east side girls that's still in love with me Know some west side girls who lovin' FYB oohhh I can't get you out of my head cause you're all I hear.. We're gonna fuck in your city when I get there, my flight delayed Let's plan something out when I get back from Stunna house Swear I can't wait till you feel it girl Ima show you all the shit a nigga be singing bout I gotta put you on papers, cause I don't smoke swishers I'm glad you reminded me baby You really ain't left my mind and it's crazy (Catching your wave I feel like you're my baby[?]) Touching yourself to my music though, all in the videos, wanna fuck and your covers blown How I talked you into sending me that snap I'll never know, fuck it shit we bought whatever though Yeaahh, I guess that's proof for ya Could name a lot of things another nigga won't doooo for youuuu I'm that nigga and I got bitches, I'm that nigga and I got bitches I'm that nigga and I got bitches, I'm that nigga... I want you, I want you..to give me love all the time when I see you Better get in line when I see you I really want you, you, you, Singing songs for you, you, you Brown-skin got you new, new do, even look like Kelly Rowland too I be stuntin' out in M.I.A, on the block where your boyfriend ain't Sorry if the boy is smellin like the bank, but I been running thru a check all day All these bitches know that I'm your nigga, really hate it for your past old niggas Cause I don't care about one nigga, two nigga, three nigga, four nigga Ion give a fuck about your nigga, girl I.. Are you really bout that action, are you really bout that action Pussy wetter than a fountain I can do a lot of shit any other nigga won't do for you I'll do for you Love it when I get it on the top, that's the only place we go I be pulling on your hair like Rapunzel Patron keep a young nigga taller than Matumbo I know I keep feeling on you, cause I know that's what you crave Every time I put it on you, I make that bad pussy behave, what's poppin'? The money is solid (that's budget[?]) the marker[?], I'm Jacquees so fuck it And Stunna just told me that my check will be in the mail bitch on Monday We gone grow older, and older and older with the money She gone go and get her a rich nigga, she done fell in love with a rich nigga I want you to give me love all the time when I see you Better get in line when I see you I really want you, you, you Singing songs for you, you, you Brown-skin got you new, new do Even look like Kelly Rowland too I be stuntin' out in M.I.A On the block where your boyfriend ain't Sorry if the boy is smellin like the bank But I been running thru a check all day All these bitches know that I'm your nigga Really hate it for your past old niggas Cause I don't care about one nigga, two nigga, three nigga, four nigga Ion give a fuck about your nigga, girl I..

Get It Poppin'

JIM JONES "Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)"
[Jha Jha Verse] Now I am fresh out of bail harder flyer than a muthafuck I dont do the ?? Sumthin like a rubber nut Sumthin like a hustler Got it runin through my blood You aint bout dat money Well honey I dont give a fuck trynna ball wit a hoodie on Cost about a stack Got my booty shorts on but you cant see da stash My shawty in da hood said he like it like dat He put it on me good and I throw it right back Im a Playa Ima pimp I'll stick ya up for ya cheedar And all ya chips Gimme da keys I want da Juice Da credit cards, Da dogs and house too Dey see Im doin me Dey see Im gettin paid I still be in da hood Repersentin for da Days Mercedes wanna hate Try to stomp em Ima Fake O its all in da game But im still gettin cake [Hook (Jha Jha)] If you a G Lemme see You aint gotta pay for da dinner Its on me Lets get it poppin shawty Lets get it poppin shawty I get it poppin shawty Lets get it poppin shawty [Hook (Jim Jones)] We got da cash (Flossin') Buy out da bars(Ballin') Drop da tops out da celing You see da stars (Uh) We get it poppin shawty (Uh) I get it poppin shawty (Uh) We get it poppin shawty (Uh) We get it poppin shawty (Uh) [Jim Jones Verse] Now what bitch dont want me (Who) Young rich G (Ballin') Gun beneath da seat Pushin a hundred on da V (Speedin') Hand on da rocks two seater what you call dat (Foul) Lambergini drop Two divas how ya solve dat (Get Em) Easy Just loosen up da bra strap Make em feel sexy Push dat seat to da coupe back (da celing's missin) And den you let da breeze do da four play Caress her a little And den you let da V do da horseplay Turn da city streets to a horse race Burn rubber (Vroom) And word motha I got no cover Hoes love us (Dey love us doe) And I only fear da Lord above us (Gratefully) So if you want me come and get me Make it good muhfucka (I'm neva scared) Tell da hatas cuff at dat (Chea) I play wit paper by da ten stack (Cakin) I love ladies wit a shoe fettish (HA HA) I tell her baby I got a coupe fettish (You hear dat) You wanna ride wit a G [Both hooks] [Princess Verse] Now bout to get it poppin If you ready for us Startin wit dem shoppin sprees Im givin honts so dey know it Who said love dont cost a thing Im from da city where da chicks are thick Blingin on dey neck and wrist And niggas poppin bottles While da ladies rock dey hips You get to know me and i'll teach you somethin To go from lil money flossin To doin super stuntin Im always griindin so Im gettin money Stick wit me and you'll go far Dem otha chicks dey come a dime a dozen You say dat you a G Well nigga let me see I'll take you places where you neva thought dat you would be I got a sassy mouth And yea I'm from da south And you could tell because you see my ass and hips poked out I'm best dressed no doubt Lets go it aint no thang Princess im da chick And dont forget my name And this here wont change You betta sho respect Or we'll really get it poppin Jha Jha, Crime Mob, and Dipset [Both Hooks once]

Livin' 4

J. MOSS "The J Moss Project"
[INTRO:] Oh no, I thought it'd never come That day that I tell that I gotta run Run, run back to my Savior To my labor, cause His word is razor sharp I forgot I had it in my heart I gotta do a clean sweep from the start I drop everything that ain't clean Don't take it for being mean A brother's gotta fufill his dreams You feelin me? [VERSE:] You made my toes, bring my balance to the floor You made my feet, walk right over to your door You had my ankles, tangled, and puzzled You had my knees to the point they'd buckle the light of day hadn't stumbled over your way Didn't wait for the night time, the high time, the right time Bein as it was, we had to close the door It's like turnin away from a million bucks But I can't see you no more [CHORUS:] It's like the cold of a lonly night The draft of a window not shut tight I've got a hunger for bein right That's what I'm livin for, I'm livin for Inticed by the things you do It's a one way ticket to devil's hell foolin wit you My soul wants to be true That's what I'm livin for, I'm livin for [VERSE:] You had my legs on the verge of Virtual restrainer I could not move without permission from my trainer You had my arms and hands Wrapped around your lust You made my heart buzz the light of day hadn't stumbled over your way Didn't wait for the night time, the high time, the right time Bein as it was, we had to close the door It's like turnin away from a million bucks But I can't see you no more [CHORUS] [BRIDGE:] I'd give my life Not under tempation, nor condemnation For my slavation is more important to me [CHORUS] [repeat]

Tha Man

JUVENILE "Tha G-Code"
[Juvenile] I'ma stay thuggin, how I came is how I leave When I say somethin, best believe that's how it be Motherfuckers, too - yeah I said it, nigga, I mean it Bitch was dressed in gangsta and switch, wodie, I seen it One of these Juvie-fuckin' hoes gon' get you caught up Me, I wear ReeBoks and Girbauds, and play it smarter If them boys in tha ben, they go bluckahda on tha block I'ma be gettin' somewhere, your ass gonna get shot You paid 1500... I paid 5999 Got diamonds and Rolexes that shine at tha same time I ain't scared... but I ain't dumb, and I ain't stupid I know how ta survive in tha project and how ta do shit If I hit a hustle I ain't tellin' tha biz 'Cause tha witness will tell them people who tha murderer is Your main man'll put four or five to your wig Take tha Coke can and throw you off the side of the bridge Gotta be able to think, gotta know when to move out Gotta read through the lines, gotta know what these hoes 'bout Gotta separate your business from your family and friends Gotta bust a nigga head if he plottin to do you in I done did dirt, so I know what's tha consequences Let my shit burst, tryin' ta knock out a nigga denchures Always keep cool to see through these fools Cause we do the shit that people see on the news So, follow me now into a world of stress Where wodie tryin' ta get it all 'cause he don't settle for less Ain't satisfied 'til all of his beef is put to rest Slangin' that iron... with a soldier rag on his neck And credit for they people in case they wanna connect He ain't hidin'.. he still ridin'.. in the 'jects He gotta be willin' to play tha game 'til his death Nigga bangin'.. hit you in your brain, now who next I be cool at all times and acknowledge.. when I'm wrong Shit I went through when tha Feds got my game real small I'm not tha smartest motherfucker walkin But I can tell a fake motherfucker when he talkin My daddy always told me, 'Boy, don't be a follower You got a lot of pride, but some you need to swallow up You keep that attitude, you won't see tomorrow, bruh' I soak it up, and got better as a hustler [Lil' Turk] I'm a head buster, a straight up Nolia nigga Young thugger Fuck up, I show ya, nigga, that I don't play Keep a K for protection With fifty... never run without my weapon I stand out here, tie ducked with bandanas I show no fear, what'chu 'bout we can handle I'm real as they came, a untamed guerrilla 'Bout bustin' your brains, whoever be wit'cha I have no pics, I split your shit Whoever you with, I'ma split they shit Ya steal or get stole, wet or get wet Bust or get bust on, move a chest or lose a chest Try not to miss when you cock back and shoot You shoot and miss, then it's all on you Ain't no game, it's real dog, live or ya die Real in tha field, dog, ya live or ya die Even though I'm a lil' bitty nigga Look, I got big nuts and they hang low, nigga I ain't scared ta bust Want beef, let me know.. and look, we can tear this bitch up You or me.. me or you.. gon' bite tha dust Wuz up, nigga Wuz up, nigga You afraid, go ta church, I ain't scared at all Lose your head, fuck with Turk, 'cause I'm knockin' it off I'ma keep my hands clean, ride for some change Niggas gon' ride for me, niggas that's untamed Niggas who bang that heroin, or snort that cocaine Niggas out that project don't mind sprayin' thangs Fools who that slang that iron for me (When tha beef start) When tha beef start, ride for me You ready to ride for me

Window

CANTON JONES "Dominionaire"
[Chorus:] I see a window over your head [x3] And it's pouring out blessings [Verse 1:] You've been in a season of difficult lessons Trying to do your best in this economic depression As long as you try you will survive Your friends and family cannot help you And even in your struggle they need help too You'll be ok, I just wanna say that [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I see a window open, you've been copin, you've been hopin, you've been prayin Now it's your hour, blessings falling like you're standin in the shower It's hard to believe it, gotta give some away cause it's hard to receive it all You break down, you cry, Is it Christmas in July, nah Breakthrough, miracles now you gotta tell it Big ones fallin, I think you need a helmet Yeah, didn't quit but you stood instead And a blessing just bust you in the back of your head Oh, Oh there goes another one Give your mommy, daddy, sister, and your brother one You're a believer the doubt is over You're a receiver the drought is over [Chorus]

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