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Somethin To Hold On To

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There's a lot of shit goin on up in my hood I thank god I'm alive oh and I'm a knock on wood Yea he go and walk through the valley of death I know the lord got my back with every step You see nothing here surprises me I got a whole lotta soldiers down to ride with me But lord please give me something to hold on to, Something to hold I need something to hold As I scratch the last days of the calendar Niggas roam the streets with heavy metal like metallica Pistols with the silencers Killin solidiers softly The crime pays a little but the consequence is costly My cousin, I love em we go back in the days But now he struggle with the monkey and he trapped in a maze I still care for him To tell the truth I'm kinda scared for him Cause when he conscience he in rare form But that's the story of his life gettin locked up or shot up Or in somebodys kitchen on the block cookin rocks up I think he lost hope when he seen them lock his pops up Or when he seen his sister baby father get his knot bust My grandmother complain and tell him make a change But her thinkin is outdated she can't understand the game Shyeah, hard time three to nine in a jailhouse Is no different from slavin nine to five in a warehouse Yo in projects shit is mad real for the youth Niggas get I'll for the loot The more guns ya buss the realer your crew Cats carry gats concealed in they suits Whether cee-loo craps or macks gorillas may shoot When the eyes meet don't steer wrong and don't stare long Cause niggasll kill for that when they be full of heron It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How crews remain standin once the AKs thunder under the stun roof tops Career thugs cook rocks Then hit the blocks To make a killin plus fame Man they lovin this game It's mega action the trees stay hot like sonars Shorties with fly hair-dos get dipped or play the corner Summer time they shine block parties galore So many soldiers die they buy a seperate forty to pour I knew this kid Larry niggas thought he was poor But he had cream for days ran a solid scheme with Ks AKs with the banana clips, rubber handle grips The same nigga that got Randal hit He livin scandelous He used to pop no-doz so he wouldn't be caught sleepin And he could'nteven walk around the block cause he was beefin I say that to say this That's ghetto everyday shit Where slugs miss chipped bricks leave scars on chicks It's kinda trife right now But that's the life right now And way back it was a half assed trife like now Peace god what's todays math To tryin to escape wrath With two left feet, it's kinda hard to walk a straight path Soldiers layin in gutters from god to greed My old dad left momdukes and scarred his seed We all family But seemingly this cats can't stand me Haters gunna hate be it a lexus or a camry Understand me But do the knowledge first swallow my verse Which is my universe God obeys no thirst Fallen angels in the ghetto tradin in they wings for things Semiautomatic machines with red beams Street magicians convertin to crack and the cream Sat back saw em turn black zack to a fiend Hes a teacher Had a fly daughter named lakeisha If you hustle have a beeper smoke reefer ya can freak her I seen her givin head inside the club behind the speaker Last year she had three abortions for the preacher And one miscarriage for this kid they call Harris He told her that her loved her and hes moving her to paris She fell for it Touched her third rail for it (uh) And next year she woulda been sixteen Once told me that she wanted to go to god get clean So she could be a role model for her brother Eugene Hes a beautiful seed Eight years and can't read At night his ashtma so bad he can't breathe He wants to be an astronaut And fly to space but his teacher told him that he just ain't go what it take So he cried while the other kids played at lunch break What will it take to raise out mindstate

Chat Chat Chat

Flipmode Squad "The Imperial"
(Intro / Spliff Star): Hah... Rah Digga... Spliff Star... Flipmode... In ya face nigga... You wanna battle nigga... (Spliff Star): Yo, Yo, Yo! It's my time to shine and I'm a shine bright Sodomize the mic Get the crowd hype Make 'em want to fight You see the rhymes I construct The flows I conduct It fucked up the party like somebody got bucked Nigga word! I lays it down flat like a door mat Get head in every state wherever I toured at Spliff ah spliff Duh-ty nigga what the undisputed Counting traps Taking trip out the cacilac Smokin' quan-quan Doggie style chicks in the Montreaon Cracking many bar Fuck it Nigga grab an Averon Me Spliff, be the fucking tailor of my fashion Fuck what niggas think Watch a nigga turn platinum (Chorus / Busta Rhymes): Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Just what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya niggas wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (Rah Digga): Digga, Digga First name Rahshea Sweetest person had no idea Just like that honey flipped three times With nickles and dime staking rhymes by the eon Situation around the way with my women Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen Totin' herbals We got papers like staples Marla Marples Didn't think I could take you Confrontation now niggas wanna run up Trying to flex muscle on a bitch tring to come up Rhymes hotter than concrete statues in Eygpt Roll they ass out like they parapilegic Boy! I got shit for the brain You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname I shatter an ego quick I be that chick The wrong niggas gonna be round to see that shit (Chorus / Busta Rhymes): Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya niggas wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh, what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (Baby Sham): Get the royal blue nab and swing my way On some real party shit if you hold your way I can hold mine You wanna battle blow some lines Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist You want this Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits You can't hold this You jealous cause ya shorty want this Dig her back out in front of my crib Her man staked out On the rare the cloud sh...shut your mouth What you chap 'bout, the same shit Been on for chris The style got you twist up Walk wit face ice grilled up Some cat pulled up in a black surburb Let me move first so I can park my shit on the curb Ya moves slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen I'm short for reason You spoke and should have passed that Don't ask my age cause the world made me like that Blast a hole in ya face soon as my nine cock back (Chorus / Busta Rhymes): Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Let's, what ya'll wannna do Na cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya niggas wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh, what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (Outro / Busta Rhymes): Yeah... Rah Digga... Sliff Star... Baby Sham... Flipmode Squad nigga... Fuck is the deal... '98 shit... '99 shit... 2000 shit... 2001 shit... 2002 shit... Eternal shit motherfucker...

Before The Rollie

ACE HOOD "Trials & Tribulations"
[Hook: Ace Hood] Before the rollie, before the fame Before the money, before the game Before them bitches Before they ever knew my name Before the rollie, before the rollie Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money Before the rollie, before the rollie The same circle, the same homies [Ace Hood:] My same niggas, no new friends Since day one, nigga no loose ends Just a young nigga, outchea every day I'm a get it by any means That was just my mind frame Before the Gucci and Louis Before the Rollie dog I won't do it They nigga fuck with me when I was broke You ain't gonna stunt with me when I do it Talk is cheap gotta put in that work Remember them days I was ridin' in the merk No A/C cause the shit don't work Plus no radio to make shit worse I'da come a long way and they know it, Fuck where you at it's about where you goin' Can't sit around and wait for no money Ain't no naw nigga can't do it Boy I did this shit for my niggas Since day one I been a go getter Now my money right and these hoes on me Ho well go figure (Hoodnation) [Hook:] Before the rollie, before the fame Before the money, before the game Before them bitches Before they ever knew my name Before the rollie, before the rollie Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money Before the rollie, before the rollie The same circle, the same homies [Ace Hood:] Ain't never had shit for' my dream Ain't never sell no work to them fiends Ain't never snitchin' and tell on my dogs Wakin' up every day for that cream Nigga I was down and out in that field So stressed out because of them deals Ain't no kinda hope in my city Most my homies dead or in jail Every night I toss and I turn Feelin' like the Devil all on my back Still I'm praying times get better Had a few thoughts sell in that pack Boy my mom gon' cuss me out, Runnin' her blood pressure so high When that money comin' in slow It'll be a couple homies that rot I'm that same nigga from out of Deerfield Ain't shit changed except a rap deal Gotta live nigga actin' funny, Now I know how niggas in the trap feel Ya'll rather me broke than be fucked up And my same hood and those same chucks I look back today throw prayers up Now I never forget where I came from [Hook:] Before the rollie, before the fame Before the money, before the game Before them bitches Before they ever knew my name Before the rollie, before the rollie Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money Before the rollie, before the rollie The same circle, the same homies [Meek Mill:] Before the rollie man it was cuffs Hard times man shit was tough I was told don't trust niggas Be the main ones to come and hit you up Still ridin' round like I ain't rich as fuck Young niggas we clippin' up Before the rollie hoes fronted on me Now I pull up on em like bitch what's up? Young niggas ballin' Fuck niggas hatin' Before I had a rollie I ain't have no patience A nigga ran up on me, Bitch ass situations We cap'n gown you pussy niggas ain't talkin' graduation See there was something 'bout that Rollie when it touched my wrist Something 'bout that Rollie when I fucked your bitch Cause it caught her eye and she sucked my dick She told you lies and you trust that bitch Like hol' up Ya'll niggas hatin' on me When all these bad bitches waitin' on me And all that shit you pray on me, I still kill niggas like shame on me [Hook:] Before the rollie, before the fame Before the money, before the game Before them bitches Before they ever knew my name Before the rollie, before the rollie Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money Before the rollie, before the rollie The same circle, the same homies

Change The Game

JAY-Z "The Dynasty Roc La Familia"
[Jay-Z] Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce Uhh, bounce, uhh.. Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C Sigel Sigel in the house [Beanie Sigel] Uh-huh, sick bastard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer [Jay-Z] Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house [Memphis Bleek] Still here, never left Still bust, I'm all that, still puff, beeeitch! [Jay-Z] Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! Yeah Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga! .. hold up love Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us? Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso But in the meantime, call me William H. though On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach {*cycle whizzes by*} Y'all don't hear nuttin? Who that, Mac? [Beanie Sigel] Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin [Memphis Bleek] Who the FLUCK, want, what? Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla) Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!) Holla if you want drama with [Jay-Z] The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and.. Sigel [Beanie Sigel] Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me? Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees Me without a gun dawg, unlikely You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat' Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck) I run wild, gun high, L.A. style Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high Whether block shit or rock shit Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it Down South all bounce Crips gon' walk to it Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it Every dawg, every Blood in the hood, bark to it Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark to it We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air [singer] Don't change the game for these folks Change the game like we supposed [Jay-Z] Sigel Sigel in the house [Beanie Sigel] Uh-huh, sick bastard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer [singer] Don't change the game for these folks Change the game like we supposed [Jay-Z] Memph Bleek in the house [Memphis Bleek] Still here, never left Still bust, I'm all that, still puff, beeeitch! [singer] Don't change the game for these folks Change the game like we supposed [Jay-Z] Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga! I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov' One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya It's only one Roc La Familia Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it from me Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin? Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh) Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter Please repeat after me - there's only one rule I WILL NOT, LOSE!

Swarm

DARK LOTUS "Tales From The Lotus Pod"
(God Is Here) AHHHHH (God Is Here) Necronomicon is coming (God Is Here) EWWWWIEWWWDUDU (God Is Here) AHHHHHAUGH [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Mass Murdera (Yeah) Strangla (Yeah) Wig Splitta (Whut) Mangla (Yeah) Blood sucking vampire Dark Lotus King of Fire [Violent J:] Swing off your ceiling fan Jump like an ape And stomp on your head Until it pops like a grape [Anybody Killa:] Break ya neck if ya dissrespect Bullet holes in your chest with my brand new tech Dark Lotus in this bitch so you better beleive That we don't give a fuck if you're left to bleed [Shaggy 2 Dope:] Sitting on a tree branch like a crow I'll hawk your every move Dropping down on muthafuckas backs And twist they heads like screws [Violent J:] Fuck you electric chair I don't care Bring it on bitch C'mon Crack an egg on my head I'll fry you an omelet [Shaggy 2 Dope:] Deep up in the woods naked I do my fire dance Around the pit I hop With my skull, drums, and voodoo chants [Jamie Madrox:] It'll never take shape It'll only mutate See the fetus with a microphone 3 arms, 2 brains, and only one leg (only one leg) [Violent J:] Shoot me C'mon Blow a hole in my lung I'll lick out the hole When I swallow my tongue [Jamie Madrox:] Left alone in a world Where hating men is the key You can tell a judge was recreating All that shit you see on TV [Anybody Killa:] Pray for my soul you think it help Only wanna hit my 40 cause I'm trying to melt Hit you in ya backbone wich is deep Bodybag with a tag in the bottom of the creek [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Bullets percing through your skull Ram my fist into your jaw Retract my hand Release your teeth Yo chiclets falling to the street [Shaggy 2 Dope:] Pull your eyelids over your head Staple them to you skull Dump bleach into your eyes As I face fuck your girl [Chorus:] This bread I eat This salt I swear As I inflate my self with prayer There is no grace There is no guilt This is the law Do what thy will [Shaggy 2 Dope:] A cup full of chicken blood Three shapes of a monkey paw I'll have you cutting through your own arm Bone With a hacksaw [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Bone's exposed from the skin Blood drips from innocence Pulling lungs up outta chest Leaving bodies where they rest [Anybody Killa:] Where you gonna be when the sun goes down And six petals rise up from the ground Lotus Pod fully grown about to take you home To the land of smog where you're free to roam [Jamie Madrox:] When we attack We attack like a swarm Punch you through your face Rip off your neck I play my rythm on your vocal chords [Violent J:] I walk on your ceiling And drop thread in your mouth Let poisin drip down it And silently take you out [Jamie Madrox:] One bee Protecting the hive We stay alive I'm on overdrive With my axe Will you survive [Shaggy 2 Dope:] We'll conformulate a plan Reflex come and take control With my hand in broken glass And pull your heart out through you butthole [Violent J:] My eyeballs are black My tears drip like oil I fuck holes in my yard And grow children from soil [Shaggy 2 Dope:] The eyes of the dead They come back alive And wipe the air out your lungs Now I see through your eyes [Anybody Killa:] Dark Carnivals in this bitch Waiting for he to come an start some shit Point blank with the heat cased at me Labeled a killa cause I bust a cap in anybody [Violent J:] Scientists study me But they always quit Cause I eat through my butthole And talk nothing but shit [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Dark Lotus Devastation Murder without no premeditation Demons from beyond the earth Creeping on out the dirt [Chorus] They always said it wouldn't last But we're still here though time has past Our souls were sent to spread the word And shine the light until done heard [Chorus repeats till end] ['Gods resurrection' also repeats till end]

Marshal Mathers

EMINEM "Marshall Mathers"
[Eminem] You know I just don't get it Last year I was nobody This year I'm sellin records Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethin What the fuck you want from me, ten million dollars fuck out of here Chorus One: Eminem You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the fuss about me (fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me (did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me (take shots at me) [Eminem] Yo, you might see me Joggin, you might see me walkin You might see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog with it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin(grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window holdin a cocked shotgun Drivin up the block in the car they shot 'Puc in Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off, cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this Watchin all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em and get dollars that shoulda been thier's like they switched wallets And amidst all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin The instinct to kill N'Sync, don't get me started These fuckin brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars All I see is sissies in magazines smiling Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent? Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes coat and your hat tooken? New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick Boy and girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public I'ma love it.. (hahaha) Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh) Said some shit in Vibe to spite me (yup) Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe) A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me and run around screamin, I don't care, just bite me (nah nah) I think I was put here to annoy the world and destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer and call themselves clowns cause they look queer Faggot 2Dope and Silent Gay Claimin Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away I;m not a wrestler, I'll knock you fuckin back and the fuck out Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out after they ducked out the back when they saw us and punked out(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow! Look at y'all runnin your mouth again when you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10 And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two females in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails Slim Anus, you damn right, Slim Anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots! Chorus Two: Eminem Cause I'm, just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm not a wrestler guy, I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me) Come and see me on the streets alone if you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me) And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your best shot at me (your best shot at me) [Eminem] Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy Now because of this blond mop that's on top and this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? (pop) The underground just spunned around and did a 360 Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies Oh, he just did some shit with Missy, so now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy My fuckin bitch mom's suin for ten million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit? All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? It doesn't matter your attourney Fred Gibson's a faggot! Talkin about I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!) So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do? For every million I make, another relative sues Family fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper All the sudden, I got 90 Some cousins (Hey it's me!) A half-brother and sister who never seen me or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV Now everybody's so happy and proud I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey!) And then to top it off, I walked to the news stand to buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast and what do I see? A picture of my big white ass Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help: uhh, here - DOUBLE XL, DOUBLE XL Now your magazine shouldn't have so much troble to sell Ahh fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself Chorus One (2X)

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