JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics - Attack Of The Clones

Dealing

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At nighttime all I do is pray and cry homie Cause everytime I call home somebody dying on me And every time I look around somebody lying on me Mr cheney mr ridge steady spyin on me I got one foot in the grave one foot in the gutter One foot on the camera lens one foot on the shutter I'm trying to stop time so I can breathe, man I'm grindin Play record low pause fast forward rewindin The truth is the light, but absolutely blindin And niggas feel the pain on they brain when you remind them About them project wars that we confined in About them six by eight cells we linin Bricks on consignment A nigga lost his iron and club behind the diamond The cops hit him with a club He swung back they hit him with a slug Then the judge hit him with a dub His baby mama threw up The saga continues... I was born to clash with the fake Harassin with jake Lay real low in the grass with the snakes Torment em with the fire when they raise they head And I'm sorta just like elijah cause I raise they dead After the stink and rot for days in the grave that I rose from Deport the dead part of the game then the flows come Flood the industry with three quarters of life I'm takin this world of sa-tan to war with a mic Please god back me as I swing the sword of the christ Wavy hair fiery eyes, Not entirely wise Provoking these devils go to war with they squad After war show em to the after party with god I stroll the blocks with a dope man bop I'm high caliber My team shine supreme we gleam on you amateurs I stay big sportin fedoras Charcoal braid tweed sport coat jeans and diadoras Ya'll niggas ain't really really ready for muhammad because I'm hungry Grimey and grungy I want ya mind fuck the money Don't get me wrong, I want cream and all that But if that's your only objective in rap you all wack I make the untrue niggas head sweat like skull caps Hall back launchin a bolo makin they skull crack Singin them dull raps Like that was hot shit Shit, I was sayin that back in the 80s When niggas was rockin emblems off the back of mercedes On rope chains Back when niggas thought of cookin rocks outta cocaine I was hot then, a little poor nigga spittin the vicious Flavor delicious poetic swift shit I regulate in the ring like P. whitaker One rhyme get rid a ya I won't even consider ya For battle You schools on speed I'm full throttle Used to be in clubs tossing chairs and cracked bottles Ruckus and ra ra, made my rhymes my dekea Livin leyenda, numer un contenda Never let a day slip by without agenda That's just a little due from farrakhan to remember So ke capasa, Representanto for el rasa Niggas wanna step but they legs too short to salsa You got courage I'll blast it out ya Seriously doubt chya Spit til ya blueprint is ripped, then re-route chya Fucker

Forever Live My Name

Lil' Rob "Can't Keep a Good Man Down"
Hey you know what homey I'm sick and tired of these fools homey, yea Talking about how they're keeping it real, you know Well then keep it real ese, you know Fuck all that bullshit your talking about homeboy No one wants to hear that shit Keep it real homeboy I walk up on the scene with my white sneakers My big ass Levis, my big ass t-shirt and look around to see who I see The same fucking people who can't see me You can close your eyes, it's getting kind of rough You can open your eyes, ese not wide enough To even catch a sneek peek or Peek A Boo of what the Lil' Rob is all about When I leave they all follow out Lil' Rob be the one of a kind With the one of a kind mind, most of the time I can't find mine You ask me how I'm doing and I still say that I'm fine Walking on that fine line, no time on my time line Who left the door open? Your time just ran out As for patience, well mine just ran out And I got nothing left to do but to sit back patiently To make sure you continue hating me [Chorus x2] Lil' Rob, forever live my name Lil' Rob, forever live my name Lil' Rob, forever live my name You wanna be like me but it's just not the same Hey holmes, I heard a lot about you ey Well was it good shit or bad shit? I bet you twenty bones it was some bad shit But that doesn't even matter though Cuz any publicity is good publicity, that's why they mention me I must be doing something right But they ain't doing nothing right, I'm making sure that I'm busting tight Now everybody wanna be Hey holmes you heard Lil' Rob's new jam? He's talking shit about me Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't flatter yourself Later on you're gonna look back at yourself, and be all mad at yourself For acting like a little girl, chavala Roll the fuck up, you try too much, you need to slow the fuck up Hold the fuck up, shut the fuck up Silence is golden like the Daytons that I'm rolling around the town that I'm patrolling The town I live in is lonely, it's lonely but I still won't cry It's just me, myself, and I [Chorus x2] Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again, I remember whistling If I could go back in time and do things different I probably wouldn't do anything different I learned a lot, seen a lot, that's why these streets mean a lot I got shot down the block at the stop Trust you? Fuck you I've know people for seven years that I don't trust, and you think I'm gonna trust you I gotta do what I must do, with or without you There's something about Lil' Rob, but there's nothing about you Can't keep a good man down ese, but you keep on trying Take to the sky on my natural high, cuz I'ma keep on flying Here's a little something for your brain to cause the pain When I'm done then my son will forever live my name Lil' Rob, and when he's done then my son will forever live my name And when he's done then my son will forever live my name And when he's done then my son will forever live my name

Forver Live My Name

Lil' Rob
Hey you know what homey I'm sick and tired of these fools homey, yea Talking about how they're keeping it real, you know Well then keep it real ese, you know Fuck all that bullshit your talking about homeboy No one wants to hear that shit Keep it real homeboy I walk up on the scene with my white sneakers My big ass Levis, my big ass t-shirt and look around to see who I see The same fucking people who can't see me You can close your eyes, it's getting kind of rough You can open your eyes, ese not wide enough To even catch a sneek peek or Peek A Boo of what the Lil' Rob is all about When I leave they all follow out Lil' Rob be the one of a kind With the one of a kind mind, most of the time I can't find mine You ask me how I'm doing and I still say that I'm fine Walking on that fine line, no time on my time line Who left the door open? Your time just ran out As for patience, well mine just ran out And I got nothing left to do but to sit back patiently To make sure you continue hating me [Chorus x2] Lil' Rob, forever live my name Lil' Rob, forever live my name Lil' Rob, forever live my name You wanna be like me but it's just not the same Hey holmes, I heard a lot about you ey Well was it good shit or bad shit? I bet you twenty bones it was some bad shit But that doesn't even matter though Cuz any publicity is good publicity, that's why they mention me I must be doing something right But they ain't doing nothing right, I'm making sure that I'm busting tight Now everybody wanna be Hey holmes you heard Lil' Rob's new jam? He's talking shit about me Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't flatter yourself Later on you're gonna look back at yourself, and be all mad at yourself For acting like a little girl, chavala Roll the fuck up, you try too much, you need to slow the fuck up Hold the fuck up, shut the fuck up Silence is golden like the Daytons that I'm rolling around the town that I'm patrolling The town I live in is lonely, it's lonely but I still won't cry It's just me, myself, and I [Chorus x2] Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again, I remember whistling If I could go back in time and do things different I probably wouldn't do anything different I learned a lot, seen a lot, that's why these streets mean a lot I got shot down the block at the stop Trust you? Fuck you I've know people for seven years that I don't trust, and you think I'm gonna trust you I gotta do what I must do, with or without you There's something about Lil' Rob, but there's nothing about you Can't keep a good man down ese, but you keep on trying Take to the sky on my natural high, cuz I'ma keep on flying Here's a little something for your brain to cause the pain When I'm done then my son will forever live my name Lil' Rob, and when he's done then my son will forever live my name And when he's done then my son will forever live my name And when he's done then my son will forever live my name

Retaliation

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violent By Design"
[Jus Allah] The metal inside the barrel passes Through the frames in ya glasses Quick passage Leave your dome piece backless Envision blackness Leave you hatless Fucking capless Watchin Niggas dig the spot where the Earth's crack is Hard to graph like science and math is The cavemen who dont practice and live backwards We oxin' With streets is watchin Release shotguns Niggas got Dietz and Watson Feel no love No way you shield the slugs The ill thugs We box with steel gloves Doubt my faith you can taste the slug case Leaving niggas looking like dogs with the pug face Even your girl can catch the capsule I love pussy But never the bitch that its attached to Why you wanna battle wit kids with steel tongues? Who rip up mics and drink "puerto-rock(rican)" rum 85 (the 85%): face the truth, your too dumb If retaliation comes yo then fuck it it just comes [repeat] [Ikon] We itchin' to kill Thats why we spittin' the real Stick to the drill And maybe we'll be grippin a mill' The clip'll expel Dump 'em in a ditch or a hill 'Cuz the muthafucka aint left me shit in his will And y'all was always soundin' like a bitch when you spill And we the rawest muhfuckin' clique in the field So real muthafuckas better recognize real Or ill muthafuckas gonna exercise skill Y'all better chill when the Hologram build Lil muhfuckah got hands is like steel Whoever approach me and what i feel "while u find ya legs bein' replaced by steel" So y'all better yield Or ima choke faggots My hands held more razorblades than coke addicts We like to quote facists Cuz we the meanest And rip off your fingers with the pliers of Chakademus Why you wanna battle wit kids with steel tongues? Who rip up mics and drink "puerto-rock(rican)" rum 85 (the 85%): face the truth, your too dumb If retaliation comes yo then fuck it it just comes [repeat] yo yo yo yo yo yo jedi mind baby Iledelph stand by, baby, naw I'm sayin? Ikon the Hologram JusAllah, Jusallah My man Chico, enemy of mankind...... Naw I'm sayin'?

Packin' A Gun

Ant Banks
Many dues have been paid, many punks have been played For the funky beats I made I get for my grade I'm from the Dangerous Crew, I can't hang with you Cause I'm from Oakland, bitch, where the game is true You don't belive me? Well, come on slide through Because the city of dope will give you somethin' to ride to Put my tape in your deck and do some damages But the six by nines, they can't handle this I'm twenty-three so I'm far from a young buck This gin and juice is gettin' me pumped up Fake rappers get chumped up You wanna slang'em, watch your face gettin' lamped up Well, what's my name? You can call me Banks for short You wanna book me? You're about to see a gangsta show Cause I be tighter than tight, give me a brew and the mic And it will be on like chickenbone, you know that's right Some mothafuckas didn't belive that I can do this shit Kick some funky ass rhymes with some beats that hits Now I'm provin' them wrong but still suckas wanna clown But you jealous mothafuckas ain't bringin' me down I kept faith in myself, that's what I had to do To make it out here and stop fuckin' with you I'm 2 the head... Yeah! Now all you fake niggaz: get the fuck off my nuts! I got my shit rollin' so now I'm like a mack in town And when I'm ridin' through, the hoes be flaggin' me down I'm just a player kickin' funky shit with the Dangerous Clique And all these bitches, they out to get some famous dick But I ain't trippin', girl, you can bring that ass on Cause all this jockin' shit ain't guaranteed to last long But while it's happenin' you know I'm straight lovin' it You put your pussy in position and I'm pluggin' it But if you're lookin' for a nigga with a touch of affection You better take your ass to the love connection Cause, hoe, I ain't got no trust in you Cause if another rapper comes you'll be fuckin' him too And that's real, save the love for ????? Cause it's all about mackin' in 92 One love, I ain't goin' that far I'm better known as a gigolo rap star I like to fuck groupie bitches cause it's fun too And I never get played cause I'm young true Hoes wanna be mine but that's a no no Get the fuck off my face, bitch, I'm 2 the head, hoe Now for verse three, you know it never quits Cause Ant Banks is in the house makin' hits And since I'm doin' this I gotta deal with jealous punks Mad cause my shit like pumps in the trunks And when I'm ridin' I gotta roll strapped in my 500 Benz Cause it's sittin' kinda phat, fake niggas smile on my face But they ain't bold ones Trippin' out cause they ain't ridin' on gold ones I know you're envies, that's hell of dumb for me Cause the shit I got, it didn't come for free Late nights at the studio bustin' my ass crack Tryin' to make hits, man, but where was your ass at? Probably at the corner drinkin' Old E, slangin' D See, you was sleepin', now everybody's know me I guess hard work pays and doin' nothin' is off Lazy niggas like you were once fuckin' us off Stop talkin' about me and get a J-O-B instead Bitch ass nigga, I'm 2 the head... Yeah and this goes out to all you shit talkin' bandwagon ridin' mothafuckas: get off...

Niggas Don't Understand

B.G. "Chopper City In The Ghetto"
Big Tymers: Fa sho...this for my homie K.C. That just did ten in tha pen Bout to spit this game for ya fool Chorus: [B.G. Big Tymers] These niggas don't understand that he tha man (And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that) These niggas don't understand that he tha man (And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that) First Verse [Baby] I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred G's (How B?) Movin' these fuckin' kees (Where B?) Run em' in that U.P.T. (And who gone run em?) Tha brotha and my B.G. [B.G.] You gotta beat em (That nigga is my lady) Four golds and I'm out there baby [Baby] I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's (Why nigga?) Orderin' for 20 kees (Street value?) Two hundred and fifty G's (And what's yo profit?) A lick for a hundred G's [B.G.] My people, Baby, bout to bring us some heavy Snow white Mama told me I'ma have to go on that all night flight Fuck breakin' two hundred I'm breakin' Q.B's Ziploc'em up and send em to that U.P.T. Never seen a triple beam and so much yay On his porch stairs, nothin' but mail One hundred G's with ease now that's no big drama I keep packin' shit to keep icin' lil' Mama Too many kees bringin' rats and gats and cadillacs But through thick and thin, V.L. got my back Chorus Second Verse: [Baby] Fuckin' break these kees down to quarter kees Let Vamp run em all in the Third Ward U.P.T. K.C. drop this load on my B.G. (Tear da kee) Bring me back nigga a hundred G's Nigga get yo shit (Nigga I got my shit) Ready to cock yo shit? (I'm ready to pop my shit) [B.G.] I'ma take yo breath, introduce you to death When you get to Hell, tell em I can follow your map Tired of flippin' these hustlas, I wanna flip some G's So what's up wit Baby? (Graduated from kees) We gone make this shit happen, we gone flood em out Uptown And we gone bring and sprinkle a bit downtown We ride Lexus with interos, MoMos or Cameros Slim got the coke in a wayside barrel for 22-5 (Got the kees for 11-5) Come to the B.G. I might do it for a even 5 Nigga I ball and people don't know it, Cuz I don't show it The only way to find out is if you come and score it Cuz I don't stop with no hoe or no show I wear my polo, and get a bucket and keep it on the downlow Chorus Third Verse [Manny]: Never out her, money and the powder Nigga move the shit from Uptown to Crowder Who got the sprinkle to make yo ass wrinkle? Dope fiends and O.G's bout to take a tango Chickens in a bucket supreme, young hoes dream Cash rules everything in town, know what I mean? Snowin' like Alaska, wanted in Nebraska Bitch tryed to testify I straight blast her K's and the ammo, modern-day Rambo Got a glock some woks and a gram hoe Got a Mazerati bumpin' like Jon Gotti Red beams on the scene leave a bloody body I got this shit locked up Manny Fresh the special man a.k.a. Big Nutts Chorus

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