Fiend lyrics - There's One in Every Family

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[Fiend] What up out there kenfo This be Fiend coming at like this here here I brought a couple of my people with me Fiend, Mac, Soulja Slim, Kane and Abel A couple of No Limit soldiers to help me out with this here Chorus What cha mean, mean, heard about Soldiers got some daily clout Slangin in the dirty south What we really worried about x2 [Soulja Slim] (Peep this shit) I know you heard about this nigga from the 3rd Raw, then a uncut bird with bad tempers and bad nerves Serve, dope to a dope fiend gotta get more cream than the rest of the dealers Every nigga that I fuck with gotta be from killas Fill up in this shit, that was ever smokin, you can catch me smokin On some shit that will have me broken, (cough cough), I'm so high, I can ride, barely need to slug some dealing No optimos, no keep moving, fuck it, pass the feeling Real niggas feel me, cause I'm bout as real as it get Son or stranger, no love for that studio shit All my little partners gone, I'll be damned if I G-O But if I do I'll grab my gun shoot like and pull let em know Chorus x2 [Kane Abel] You know I'm from the ghetto, hit the glock and pop my shots clean up your block Red beam, maintain my aim, bullet holes in your brain When I stop that motherfucking clock, Kane Usual suspect, down south niggas bout respect Choppin off slugs like a mailman in a corvette like the weed when i lower my tek Niggas is seeking, pump down like bricks, in the trunk of the 626 Is something you hate cause your boy just got flipped, AK with a strong clip In the hood I bust you with the tank, in the pen I trust you with the shank My mind go blank, I'm a soldier smokin dank all the way to the motherfucking bank Chorus x2 [Mac] Now what yall mean, niggas on my team they all about the cream And my enemies, we take it to the street to get the green, knowa mean Came here with Slim, Mac and Fiend I still scream WOAH! In the drop where my nigga walk runnin from the cop who was trying to meet his quota I'm young and I'm black, I'm a soldier so he thinking I'm slanging that baking soda You ain't heard about, nigga from that dirty south where the po-po's scout Everybody, everybody that knows what your bout won't leave your house Cause at night, nigga freaks come out Grab your gat with that extra clip cause if you catch us slippin You might connect the grip shots there cut up strip bout a couple of ship Like the peoples in summertime agent trip Lets take a trip to the land where the niggas do the murderman dance on their enemies And fake niggas pretend to be a, they be them friends of me Woah, slow your roll and daddy I'm camoflauged I'm psycho warden I stay on my guard and bitch I never die Chorus x2 [Fiend] What the world don't know is I'm a hurt A soldier without a pause I'm prayin about cause, break jaws and all laws My bullet scars didn't heal, my tatoos reveal Bout to ride explain a million of hostile The burn feels like almost a step from death Fuck spending lives, I barely leave a minute of breath I'm set, families with teks, release my stress in thier chest Wouldn't know where I'd be without my god and my vest Killers, we the best fuck all the rest, here hit the cess Snort, c'mon the test with the charge the best, cause I open your chest God bless, I made my way back so I can say that Me too whatever, should have known that Fiend believe in payback Do it for haystacks, me, Slim, twins, and Mac Gotta attack, with the jest to ask, deftly in the act I doubt that, I'm strange cause I'm with the right change After soldier consediration, I'm the live range Chorus x4

Jump Up

BENZINO "Benzino Project"
(feat. Raekwon, Cormega, Superb) [Superb] Aiyyo, this a perv, yo [Cormega] Yo, son there's bitches in there [Raekwon] Yeah, yeah, the coaches, aiight then [Hook: Superb] Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at (what!) Where my bitches at (what!) Bartender where the liquor at [Raekwon] Aiyyo, seven thick ribs nigga, check out my man He got braids and with bread break ape on your grave We from the gutta niggas, chest sputta what up Fuckin with us or get you cut up, matta fact get'cha mutha Cause I ain't fo real fo real, don't play games and I'm ill I'm just a business man who love getting niggas killed Smell my satiate smell keys, that shit's like deodorant, daddy I like maglees for other reasons Run with niggas that love paper We let the youngest niggas get rich and mow them like makeup You can lex 'Zino and Benzino together That's priceless to put our pay together, niggas by Lexus Straight out the ghetto niggas is pussy To even fuck with us that'll be the day a white nigga mush me Straight up, two-thousand is mine Heavy lines, heavy guns, big-ass Chevy's, we make niggas shine [Hook: Superb] Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at (what!) Where my bitches at (what!) Bartender where the liquor at Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at (what!) [Benzino] Black shells, scuba style, sonar, I go deep Rip lungs outta jaws, flawless, I don't sleep The fast and furious, Yokohama twin jets Black and white bagettes, I'm duckin feds Hydro-plane, hydro-foil blow hydro Smooth gotho, Ray, its aiight I got those I got this, son I spotless Frozen watches, belts wit the notches Bitches topless, three-way manages, Motorola holder Break bread with Motola, take advice colder (aiight!) Kedar knock-areano, Motown soldier I thought I told ya lil' double Ray'll ghost ya Double row, parvin, three-sixty rubber band Ice me Apalla then three shave frozen hand Dark shadow, my shit gleam in the shade Watch 'Zino flow, fuck the Macy's parade [Hook 2x: Superb] Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at (what!) Where my bitches at (what!) Bartender where the liquor at [Cormega] Yo, broke far from it, coke, sold a lot of it Flow off the meter, let me know if y'all want it Son, the life of problems and guns, so silence her, son Bugs Bunny Icebergs and Air Force One's I paint a picture listen up you become part of the song When I slow my first young a new saga begun Unaware, I would become a nemesis for livin in this Drug dealin life, smoked niggas and bitches with plugs Never been a snitch, I'm not built like that I'm real, that's why we not feelin you like that I'm the ghetto manifested in words When I die, niggas'll point a valuable lesson I learn Whether OG or adolescent in the presence ashurn OT or O-key handlin birds Like Dominique I feel I deserve respect I earn Mega is a word we all protect with words, holla [Hook 2x: Superb] Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at (what!) Where my bitches at (what!) Bartender where the liquor at

Locked Up (Remix)

AKON "Trouble"
[Styles P] Locked up, they won't let me out, And I had a long day in court **** stressed me out, Won't gimme the bail they can't get me out, Now I'm headed to the county, Gotta do a bid here, I'm used to living luxurous, I don't wana live here, the walls is gray the clothes is orange, The phones is broke, the food is garbage, A lot a niggas is livin with these circumstances, Sp's the same I still murk ya manz'z , Drug money to rap money work advances, Niggas ran and told that I shoulda murked to kansas, Niga got popped for a murda attempt, Knocked me on d block when I was burning the hemph, Had a brick in the stash hope they don't take to a further extent, Locked up and they wont let me out, When I hit my cell block, niggas know the threat be out. [AKON] I'm steady tryna find a motive, Why do what I do. Freedom aint gettin no closer, No matter how far I go, My car is stolen, no registration, Cops partolin, and now they done stop me, And I get locked up, [Chorus] They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (I'm locked up) They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (I'm locked up) They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (I'm locked up) They won't let me out no, they won't let me out [Akon] Headin up town to re up, Back with a couple peeps, Corner blocks on fire, Under covers dressed as feens, Makin so much money, Products movin' fast, Put away the stash, And as I sold the last bag fucked around and got locked up [CHORUS] They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (my nigga I'm locked up) They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (I got locked up) They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (baby girl I'm locked up) They won't let me out no, they won't let me out [Styles P] Now that I'm locked up I rep two sets so Ima ride or die and stay d blocked up Two tooth brushes up, Whoever wanted with p When I walk by nigga get up, Cuz I'm locked up they cant get me out, I smoke a stick of haze when they stress me out, Go and hit the bar when the reds be out, Cant wait for the day when they let me out, [Akon] Cuz visitation no longer comes by, Seems like they forgot about me, Commissary is getting empty, My cell mates getting food without me, Can't wait to get out and move forward with my life, Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right But instead I get locked up [CHORUS] They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (I'm locked up) They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (my nigga I'm locked up) They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (I'm locked up) They won't let me out no, they won't let me out (cuz I'm locked up)

When You Hot You Hot

DJ Honda "HII"
[Featuring De La Soul] INTRO What's up world? Goin' give you a little love right here My man DJ Honda blessed us with a joint Word up De La up in here ha We goin' to spread a little love To some folks who up in my hair right now Ah'ight? Check it out Verse One It was a big deal moving my big wheel to L.I. Had a back yard tho' shit moved slow Caught a cat on the humble wassup wassup kid? Ya'll be memorizin' flicks of the wild things we did We was brick-ball niggas, six small niggas And they knew it, and wasn't no-body runnin' through us Steppin' in the backyard parties was a blast Fucking up our sneakers on the wet grass Remember getting stabbed in ya ass? Your Moms sat us all down Said we was niggas and clowns but it was just love And plus love showed me that she was a diamond Findin' out God, took a hit me dead on my heart And made the eye water start But you was strong, can ya hear me Huggy? Keep your mind crystal clear when your thought gets muggy We them easy street kids from Mr. Bryant's basement Wishin' for the Apollo, tryin' to get dough Now my time moves slow, ain't it all full circle? A dove cry makes the whole scene turn purple Remember that night you had to hide in the freezer? For real, see them kids were real, we still ?slear? But now we grown niggas, and we handling kids We been since day one, and the days ain't over Gotta share a back seat, push with the chauffer My Pops said he's waiting for your ass in the zone So we can fly to the land, and welcome you home Rob-O see we good to go, you know the rest... Don't stress, love-love baby. Ah'ight? Chorus If you got time to give, I got time to think See, it could all change in one eye blink While you in the trouble water I hope ya don't sink Don't sink, don't sink, don't sink Verse Two Check it out Some rarely saw the negative cause From the depths of one's blurred everything's now Cleared by laws Mad for mere seconds, in the span of dying Trying to tell you don't go, I'm about to blow No mo' innocence, it's about the dollars And events of fame Aren't you? Search your name From the group? Search your name On the dotted line, back before the rhyme I had reasons To punch the kid who tried teasin' during lunch It was a matter of pro-mo-ting de-cen-cy But the 'de' and the 'cy' fell off, so I sinned Again and again, until Jesus came down Wait, I'm still sinning! I guess he hasn't reached the ground! Thoughts of me, before my voice could Even recall, couldn't afford the physical peep How then was now, but now is not Yo, I'm a minute wiser but it seems, kid I got some beef, can't take or shake off the wrong Accept my apologies to Bob, pass the horn! No need for false alarm Word up! The Nuyopian charm is for show back again It's rememberin' the was that is now gone For the access of the now so I can move on For the access of the now so I, so I Chorus x2 Outro G'night world, g'night world De La, yo My man DJ Honda is on the beat like this Don't sink, don't sink, don't sink, don't sink ya'll Just letting ya'll into the fleeing moments Of the memories of mine And about like this, one time, one time

Dreams Of The Funky Towel

DE LA SOUL
[Featuring Teenage Fanclub] Intro Travellinnnnnnnnnnnnnn' at the speeeeeeeed...of thought... Verse 1 Hey yo kids! (What's up!) Remember when I used to be dope? (Yeah...) I owned a pocketful of fame... (But look what you're doin' now!) I know well I know I lost touch with reality now my personality Is an unwanted commodity (believe it!) Can't believe I used to be Mr Steve Austin on the mic Six million ways I used to run it I guess Oscar Goldman got mad Cos I got loose circuits (so loose, sigga-sigga so loose...) I be the Mother Goose with the eggs That seem to be... [Fallin'...] Chorus You played yourself x4 Verse 2 A-yo, pack my bags cos I'm outta here Mama don't love me and my mama don't care Read the papers the headlines say Washed up Rapper Got Some [Buck-kawk!] Lingo's busted while the guitar sways B-side copy for the radio plays for somethin' I knew I blew the whole fandango When the drum programmer wore a Kangol Never could be light, great fish won't bite Fake, realise that I'm over like clover No good luckin' so Mase beep the f(Hey!)ckin' beat While the Teenage fan the heat I bring it to the glues, paid all my dues So what's gone's dead, let me use my forehead Easy, pack it up, man, let me stop stallin' Cos everything I do is like Fallin' [Fallin'...] Repeat chorus (many times)

Money's On Me

JOE BUDDEN
I'm the best that ever did it, Shoe in for the race, But I'm turning blue in the face, I been holding my breath, waiting on the rest of yall to get it, then your whole perception of who you view as a legend, till probably change, so its probably best they don't admit it, they wont televise the revolution, I figured out a solution, All you need now is the net to be a witness, Positive if you want to test him for the sickness, You'll be begging for forgiveness, Meanwhile I push the pedal on the stick shift, Metal on the misfit just in case its ever on, CRACCCCCCCK, anything my breath is on, And if you misunderstood that get Rosetta Stone nigga, If you thinking Ima respond to you, no I wont, They say the devil wears Prada, no I don't, Into the art and my passion for the bars, More then fashion its a mindstate that other stars lacking. If you and your team get bread, why hate You're not getting it, tell me why is there a wait, I'm talking to everybody in the tri-state, That's New York, Connecticut, my state, Whatever hip hop has turned into is different than my mental, I let yall continue with the minstrel, et cetera, me I'm just a replica, Of what two turntables a mic by a cold park bench do, Stop it frauds, cant mock it cos its raw, I'm the closest thing to cardboard boxes on the floor, Anytime the track is up, jail cells acting up, Living room bagging up, subway tagging up, And niggas say I lost my mind, I know where to locate it if need be, believe me, On Pandora with the rest of my kind, Now you owe cause I invested my time When the gun blow, and the shots fall, And the smoke clears, Well be right here, screaming out Whatever niggas wanna do, My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you When the gun blow, and the shots fall, And the smoke clears, Well be right here, screaming out Whatever niggas wanna do, My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you Its a mans sport, damn yall the shows here, Yall can camcord, backpacker without the Jansport, Tight jeans, weird style, I don't rap politics, Socially aware, but I rather not acknowledge it, Sneaking in dorms, but wasn't on no college shit, How they think I'm crazy, what I'm showing them is moderate, You damn right I talk a lot of shit (why?) Cos I don't mind playing dodgeball with hollow tips, No success having, living off old times, In 010 you dragging that old shine back from 09, I don't get you, every interview my dick in your mouth, I wasn't that blessed when I was with you, Why they wanna make c4 ignite, Benzino called him weird, he couldn't be more right, Too busy trying to do what you incapable of, Time is money when it comes to mine take it in blood When the gun blow, and the shots fall, And the smoke clears, Well be right here, screaming out Whatever niggas wanna do, My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you When the gun blow, and the shots fall, And the smoke clears, Well be right here, screaming out Whatever niggas wanna do, My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you New year, same old, bad broad, waist hot, Burner staying on his own waist high, Rumours fall by the way side, They try but til I may die, Best rapper in the whole world til the day I, Take em to the cleaners, I make sure there's a nina In arms reach of every locker at all the arenas, Ice cold, not hot, never buzzed, has been, Wanna be, never was, mask on, leather gloves, Niggas ain't shit, how the fuck is they a threat to us, Start the fight, next minute screaming out they set us up, All the blogging ain't solving a thing, Niggas wouldn't want a problem if they knew what it'd bring, While the light on his tunnel keep dimming, Ima keep winning, Rookie of the year, about a buck what up B. Jennings, Pointing guns online don't let me know whats real, Sometimes silence is the best overkill. When the gun blow, and the shots fall, And the smoke clears, Well be right here, screaming out Whatever niggas wanna do, My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you When the gun blow, and the shots fall, And the smoke clears, Well be right here, screaming out Whatever niggas wanna do, My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you

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