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COMMON lyrics

8 Minutes To Sunrise

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[Featuring Sean Lett] Intro: Common Yeah one two bless Yeah yeah check it I got my mellow Sean Lett He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style Eighty seven you know the bidness check it Chorus: Common Sean Lett After eight years of my life of smoking and drinking The world keeps spinning so lately I've been thinking After eight years of my life of smoking and drinking The world keeps spinning, so lately I've been thinking Verse One: Common Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet Methods of gettin scratch and talkin slick I've adopted Palms in the lock with stunts whose hearts be game Hoes in the stable, none do I claim Niggaz with nothin to shoot for, at they only aim Gramps in the choir singin it's gonna rain in the midst of precipitation, I make the power manipulations, so my offspring'll be straight for generations Got connections in the nation To incarceration, to general population More lyrics than Jason, look me in the face when you speak to me You got a tattoo? Bitch youse a freak to me Seeking the, good sess material Asking when's my next video Bitch get a job and get your ass in somebody's university Enroll your youngun in a nursery And cleam him up, comb his hair, cover yourself You want a man to love you you ain't loving yourself I'm discovering wealth watches wisdom in ways To make it in the last days, now bring it on Chorus Verse Two: Sean Lett I feel blessed I survived two decades in this world Then Ninety slid in naked now I got a baby girl Ain't this a bitch, myself still a child I want to hang on eighty-seven corners act wild on Stoney Isle Better school her, so presence is your seed in society Parks of envy jealous niggaz crack fiends yes indeed I won't misleed and you can best believe I'm just a blink away shorty anytime that you need See I know right now, you're just too young to understand Asking questions, why pops and moms don't be holding hands Don't you worry about it yet, in due time we'll explain Why having you, created just an everlasting shame Bringing joy witcha smiles, tripping when you first walked Knowing somebody's child is gettin outlined in chalk Just relieved it ain't you, I got much love for you boo Cause it ain't nuthin that these skanless niggaz in these streets won't do Stop me if I'm lying, see my race is steady dying Short methods to making cream, bullets sprays and shatters dreams See basically, Chi-town's game-related and designed Niggaz store up theirs and down opposite signs Chorus Outro: Sean Lett, Common It's like that y'all (yeah yeah) Common Sense and dirty mizer on the set y'all Sean Lett We gonna get down like that My man Eddie C on the board We coming through y'all for eighty-seventh street Seventy-first and everybody in South show We coming through for niggaz on the West side Down in the ickies, all up and down state We gonna keep it straight like that We straight out for gold You call it Chi-town it's still our town Holding it down like this with that eighty-seven sound We talking about rocking niggaz state to state nationwide On the real it's like that Straight up South side is where we loaf Shit be real around these parts, I'm serious YouknowhatI'msayin? Hear me You know what? We out though

Breakin' The Rules

M.O.P. "First Family For Life"
[Billy Danze] Yeah, check it out y'all. Firing Squad, nigga. (First Family) Yeah, Firing Squad, nigga. Check it out. (First Family) The name's Bill (What up Bill?) I'ma semi-automatic addict for real Before you test me Know I feel that the impact from a gat when it kicks back is sexy I put you motherfuckers back on the ?rip? Tip and get the split in a nigga's shit (Ain't nothin changed) I take you motherfuckers back to ?6 And get to dumpin off a clip (You know the game) You wanna test me? (You gotta) Let your time be, there's a long line of niggas that's ready to wrong me, I put my foot down firmly Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me And most dudes don't like the way I rap The brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep Berkuance, (Retreat!) I would never be disconnected from these streets Its deep, as the (ocean!) and my (potion!) Is to (know when!) to spit fire, nigga *echoes* The rules of the motherfucking game Chorus: DJ Premier (M.O.P.) Here it is: ghetto music (ROCK THAT!) When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!) Cause some cats be fakin the move In other words, breakin the rules! (STOP THAT!) We make ghetto music (ROCK THAT!) When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!) Cause some cats be fakin the move In other words, breakin the rules! [Lil' Fame] Make way, bitch, I'm coming through I'm Fizzy Wo dog, who the fuck are you? Y'all niggas be, listenin to that false information Here your ?-ation Thugs know home team from the BK and move niggas Run with them guns bust off like John Woo Try to sabatoge the game, I'ma start somethin Try to sabatoge my name, I'ma start dumpin! Why do fucking motherfuckers act like y'all don't be known? Fizzy Wo, nigga, going for broke So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic Automatic and will make your ship sink like the Titanic Now that I know, that you against me And you *click*, you *click*, you against me, too Tell his man, to tell his man, work out another master plan Cause I'ma blast a man, what? Chorus [Billy Danze] Allow me to express my deepest sympathy To the family of the cat, that, was hit with the penalty I begged him not to fuck with me (I tried) He didn't listen So they found his ass missin Put my barrel in the back of his mouth And knocked his head out do or dead, now Cold, he actually thought I would fold So I tore him a new hole, word to nigga's soul! [Lil' Fame] When I jump off, or I dump off, about eight rounds Holdin my spot down, I'ma knock down, about eight clowns Nigga, don't you ever fuck around With the four-pound token Bonified thugster (what!) Brownsville slugger Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka Bitch motherfucker! (Fuck ya) You musta bought a ? in the heart Flinch and I'ma tear your ass apart Come on, straight like that, nigga Firing Squad, nigga. Ha-ha-hah. Hundred years and runnin. Yeah, one of my motherfuckin men, Flipper the Ripper. Y'know what I'm sayin, my nigga City, Teflon. Firing Squad, nigga. For life *echoes* Yeah *echoes. *beat to fade*

Gotta Make That Money

TQ "They Never Saw Me Comin'"
Yeah uh mm give it to me Mmmmm yeah Yeah yeah Mm no no no no Seems like every night, right before I go to sleep I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me, that he keep me I used to be the kind of nigga that didn't give a fuck about nobody The slightest little thing would make me mad Especially if it involved my money And I can't tell you 'bout the next man But I love pullin' up in big sedans Wit all my niggas in a caravan Holla if ya hear me Now I'd love to break ya, bring ya down And take you back again But that would take too much time And I gotta hit the streets again [Chorus] And even if the sun don't shine, I'll still be hustlin' Gotta get that money, make that money Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can't be strugglin' Somebody come help me Can ya tell me why is slangin' always on my mind Must be buggin' I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me If they tapped my line Don't mean nothin' I'll still be hustlin' Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don't mind Niggas can hate if they want to And I'm still gon' get mine, still gon' get mine Yes, I still be ridin' in a SC on dubs And I won't be seen at none of the clubs And uh, all your women would know who I was (And that you wouldn't like) And that you wouldn't like If everybody kept they mind on gettin' they scrilla Won't be no time to fuck with mine, so won't be killin' I'll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie But for now, catch me on Compton Avenue With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two Puttin' it down for my niggas like they told me to You need some candy, so won't you come thru [Chorus] And even if the sun don't shine, I'll still be hustlin' Gotta get that money, make that money Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can't be strugglin' Somebody come help me Can ya tell me why is slangin' always on my mind Must be buggin' I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me If they tapped my line Don't mean nothin' I'll still be hustlin' [E-40] Sometimes I'm suited up Sometimes I'm bummy, lookin' like a crook Hair all nappy and wild - we call it the full nuk Mashin', mobbin' and thrashin' Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin' Throbbin', hoggin' and doggin' Godzilla ballin' When it's money callin' War-rank, war-rank Just ride your runners fool Be 'bout your bank Sittin' fat like chupling All about my money, duffle bags full of scratch Artillery fire arms and gats Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread Hirries on my tail, but I'm tryin' for them, but they want me dead, dead Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace Used to sell that bass Rock cavvy candy, Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it (they knew it) As far as I was concerned, man I do it Check it out Money schemin' Chris Alberchuck, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas Black and Miles on the pack again (yes) What you know about that TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli a.k.a. Charlie Hustle, easy Biatch!!!

Do You Know?

(feat. The Family) Then, there are the times in my life When I feel, trapped Feel there's, no way out No escape To be honest, I don't know where my life is goin Where I'll end up at I just don't know [Verse One: Puff Daddy] I looked back and saw the cat focus, took notice Stayed away from the bogus, til his rise began Phillies stacked his grand played the brokest til he seemed hopeless, soon to be the dopest, cat comin Track stunnin, fame singin, his name ringin Money starts to pile, honeys start to wild Top notch drop top make everything he drop hot He dream, visualize, plot and scheme Got the cream legally without the beam Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8-5-0 Jet black tint still, they might know Who the cat controllin the strings of rap and R&B Trapped inside of a movie starrin me, so far [Chorus: repeat 2X] Do you know where you're goin to Do you like the things that life is showing you Where are you going to Do you know [Verse Two: Puff Daddy] Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin with cats who move bricks Heard she do backflips, for niggaz who stack chips Suck for dough, now she fuck for Bills up in Buffalo Real G's makin her back swell Only givin head to those niggaz who rapped well Owned a black cell, flip it, sippin on Whitman cool mints Rumors spread, half a G she took, six or more Two bagged up, four went raw Back of my mind countin up the big score Violators from the door, she lookin up from the floor Sore from all the pain her body couldn't ignore So far from pure, rotten to the core Either or, for sure, trapped inside the world of a whore [Chorus] [Verse Three: Puff Daddy] Hard to cope with, all these niggaz and dope whips with cash flow, motherfuckers that gotta flash gold to bag hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the block twice In they Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit on Bitches dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on Don't understand they playin wit it Players get these bitches open and let they man hit it Fuck that, you can trust that, if I had a gun I'd release slugs black and bust back See how these players love that, to the point where I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I can't fake it I wanna spill myself, to feel the thrill myself And since I can't be a player, wanna kill myself, trust [Chorus w/ variations] I been on this road for a long time now At time it seems like the road is never gonna end On this road there's a lotta, hills and mountains Peaks and valleys Even a lot of potholes on this road It's never smooth, on the road of life I don't know where I'm going I just know where I wanna end up at [Chorus w/ variations] Lord can you help me get there Please let me get there [piano interlude, Chorus again]

No Nuts

Hieroglyphics "3rd Eye Vision"
Chorus: Rappers sellin out for the money and fame But I just keep on dune methane Dee dee da da dee dee dane I just keep on dune methane [Casual] They only know colonial ways Anything that my homie okays is all right these days Display recklessness whose tek is this Pointed in the window of ya coupe Lexuses Follow me on my Exodus My poetics will earn the respect of thus An individual crushing hypocritical nothings Like aluminum cans Put me on the mic and I'm doomin em Operation: MC Intimidation Occupation: rock the place then leave relieved The masta John, large like a mastodon In charge of the class Cas is on Some whole new shit than you bastards on Bitten my old style while smash was gone My infallible flows will swallow you wholes Rappin bout cars and clotes you need to kill it [Chorus 2X] [Opio] I'm voices in your subconscious, knots in your intestines Crescent moon attack stance if you glance at the mic I'm unlike all types Can't master breakin necks cause they need more gigabytes I hit em twice...iced em, cold like liquid nitrogen They need vitamins and ginseng If you fencing with these you get stabbed in the heart Me, I'm like the Highlander Tapping the soul of my enemies, capturing their energies Disappear from the stage like the vanisher Grabbin the mic and drive a spike right through the center For these niggaz all sequenced up like the spinners I get the crowd high like paint thinners And watch me cruise, crackle and splinter They can't tackle the impenetrable sound Sciences of Hieroglyphics even with assault rifles And silencers, M-16s ain't hitting nothing When we corrupting rappers Togetherness like alpha flight when we write The unmistakable interaction in your ears, outta sight Fightin in a circle, we workin the mic 2 deep Pass that mothafucka so I can sink my teeth in Center myself, then I walk through the flames AKA The Mangler, feelin no pain No stranger to the danger room I'm into Meditation, blood coursin through my veins So the thoughts came interlaced with the taste of victory I'm slippery, rippin these niggaz apart From start to finish...and it don't stop (Keep on) [Chorus 2X] [Casual] Put Toure on the mixer, smooth as an elixir plus The ??? flows of us Get a glorious response you're boring next to John I'm the only individual not capable of having a prime-time Can't capture this rapper from this present day backwoods To the depths of iniquity no one can get with me I used to battle Socrates rockin these same styles Inventor of math and science, holdin my style Showin defiance to the gangsta jargon you barkin Metaphysically sparkin in psyche when mic's in my face ??? to blow up the place A striver, I'm the MacGyver of the black race The unforgettable prestigious speeches Manifested by the northwestern regions [Chorus 2X]

Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Part 2

WU-TANG CLAN "Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)"
[Intro: The Genius/GZA (from 'Clan in Da Front')] Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Now hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what This goes back to nineteen.. Ahem, check it, yo GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body Bring that fuckin meth in here Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore but giving you more and more, like ding! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks A'ight I kick it like a Night Flite! Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite! Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed Just like rockin what Twin glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down Raw sound, we going to war right now So, yo, bombin We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments Save ya breath before I bomb it [Verse Two: Method Man] I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical The FUCK you wanna do More than Spike Lee's Do I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO style, buddha monks with the owls So who's the fucking man Meth-Tical On the chessbox [Verse Three: Inspector Deck] Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic Representing with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode [Verse Four: Ghostface Killer] Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox! I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashback's how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die My seed'll be ill like me Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex' So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave [Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA] Yo Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil The pencil, I break strong winds up against your Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics [Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard] Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior Killer Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb I got funky fresh, like the old specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE [Verse Seven: Genius/GZA] My my my My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like getting smashed by a cinder block Blaow! Now it's all over Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons orange stars and green clovers

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