JIM JONES lyrics - On My Way To Church

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[Bizzy Bone "Chorus in background"] Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up a little, yeah there we go yeah, uh yeah [Bizzy Bone] Born in the poverty probably we never get off the monopoly, won't we just stop it with all the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga what Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, bother me, tell me to simmer it down Part of the system is worser now, melody murder must've ran What if the rapture happens, nigga just deeper than rapping vanish or not Never gone change my style, I do what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop Generation X, I am the mastermind, general militants seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line I still in the mind of apocalyptic, biblical optimistic Thank my lucky stars, never I say my graces, I'm so thankful god Take me to the promise land, all I see is cops with guns Soap in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with number one Never will have a friend like me, reality checking the crooked judge Man because the rapping is over, we fucking soldiers, we fucking thugs And ain't nobody stopping my fucking drugs If I can melt down the words, and put them in plastic sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what, what Bitch I would speak your mind, even if they offended you 'cous Ride off in the sun set, with the streets niggas 'cause that's who I love Standing next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky We rolling down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready to die.................. [Bizzy Bone] For the grace of Capo... for the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, now the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and silence, and the demon malignancies, motherless children are born, poppa the one who murdered her, witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us [Jim Jones] By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and violence, I'm flossing my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good, But murders go down, you know they go down [Jim Jones] Straight out the projects b, I'm telling ya'll it was so hard for me (so hard) Coming up hard in these Harlem streets, where niggas will starve, cause it's hard to eat Some niggas will rob in the hardcore streets, ridiculous all it's hard concrete (watch it) Bitches the boosters the credit card scammers, niggas that shoot cause they all gone blame us People they shoot cause they cocky 'bout scanners (scwalay!) So if watch where the birds fly, (watch it) don't speed when you swerve high Cause believe me the third eye, put the squeeze on your whole ride (lock down) See I'm always in the rear view, see the law in your rear view (what else) pray to the lord he can hear you (why) I'm the nigga on the corner, plus my niggas on the corner bring same shit Three carry gripes in the crime in heaven, I'm in this Fahrenheit called 9/11 When I go to the cross roads, lord knows Ferrari white, mean highway to heaven (forgive them lord) And these digital times, we all need to have a political mind (that's right) Federology, technology, and we can shine like astrology (they can see from the stars) When we walking on eggshells, when you talk on next cells (what happens) When you talking on fed cells (listen to me) and we all on sex cells (whooo) When the drugs and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs lock your soul Don't blame it on 'caine, got rich when the reggae came (that's right) Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah), all been the Bush's hoovernated us (stupid) Police will soon be chasing us (that's right), the streets they be afraid of us (yeah) From cutting up raw, from frying up coke, give a fuck about war We ain't trying to voting (voting) So if you draft me jail me (you hear that) Or better yet kill me (uh-huh) 'cause I rather go to hell b, and there's nothing you can tell me Cause we risking ourselves, just sit in the cell, over punk as nigga in cells (damn) All the grief in the cells, spin on shelves, I'm running out of time, cause I'm living in hell (yeah) [Jim Jones] By the, grace of Capo in this moment of silence, in the mist of the violence, the mist of tyrants, Flossing my diamonds......yeah, by the grace of Capos nigga, you heard, that's two strong armies nigga Two under bosses we can't be stopped, we will not be brought down like the twin towers We some political soldiers ghettolutionists, we freedom fighters

Don't Make

Eightball "Living Legends"
[Chorus 2x] You Got Me Fucked Up We Shoot Guns and Hit Targets Meat Market Yall Haters Up Who Start Shit MJ Breaking holes In Bodyguards Outta Line Polices and boys Who They Party Hard And When The Party Started I Thought We Was All Chillin I Figured Everybody Would Be Leaving here all living You Standin To Close Partner You Askin To Much Baby You Need To Get From Round Me Befor our clique go crazy (8-ball) Yea maine these niggas coming round talking bout they hot but they not fucking with fatboy mj nigga we the truth holla at playa maine streets or the booth we popping at you haters main Soft as niggaz, make they chin hit the flo off brand niggaz take they chesse and they hoe mafio (mafio) niggaz know (niggaz know) when them real live G's hit the dow (hit the dow) [Chorus 2x] [8 Ball] I gotta 22 not much bigga than my fanga a when chesta pistol grip pump us a head ranga a two shot daraga nine lil milana abig fourty glock just call me the gun slanga some ak's spray to kill the front line one hundred and thirty dead from squeezin' off one time all you mu-fuckin' who gappin' fly lip let it rip don't slip I'm workin' wit five clips [MJG] We fifty deep and err nigga wit me got they ice on lil nigga that a break yo face like Roy Jones crushin' bones when it's on we ain't never scaed them memphis boyz be so serious when it's bout that bread kidnap family members them niggaz don't leave no witness they all love a gansta that shit be so addictive when we pull up they know who we are by ther we blowing big and you know Diddy he gon buy the bar [Chorus 2x] [MJG] Take yo vest off from blowin' yo kneck off and eyes out high speed chase I follow you to yo hide out shot yo fuckin' ties out don't try to ride now what happen to the base in yo voice you just cryin' now I thought you was a man you starting to look fine now a grim we been lookin' for you in boyz time now then blow the wrong shit out of the right side of yo head maine ain't noway for retaliation when U's a dead man [8 Ball] Not a scread maine we keep off the frame we staying away from lames we runnin' the whole game I do it like a G you ain't fuckin' wit me 8 ball, MJG we reppin' for Tennessee wit murder and homicide the day niggaz die the day niggaz ride and don't need a reason why it's money and the power the week they get devowered them boyz they disrespect wit bullets they get showered [Chorus 2x]

One More Road To Cross

DMX "...And Then There Was X"
[DMX] Uhh.. this is life (this is life) This is what I know (this what I know) So to me (so to me) this is life (this is life) [Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X)] One more road to cross One more risk to take Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make [DMX] I'm up at like 6 AM, to check this nigga He work the nightshift, and I gots to check them figures Knock on his door, peoples talkin bout, 'He ain't there,' but the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by Just make sure you gettin by don't FUCK with you gettin mine Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then Hate to think of what he's did and if I catch him slippin won't be an ass-whippin, I can tell you that I keep it real with this cat, he go and sell two packs and run off (damn) tell me, he was locked down, up North and you out a week later That's bullshit! I bust off, I need this dough Fuck you think I'm here for my health I need this wealth, because I feed myself You play with my life, when you play with my money Playin around but this'll be the last time you think somethin's funny [Chorus] [DMX] Yo, I've been casin the liquor store, for a month now with me and two other niggaz, is about to run up in there and shut it down I got four people on the inside, one stay in the back Two stock boys, one at the register but he count the stacks Aight bitch, put on the ski mask, make sure that when we ask for the dough they know that we takin all three bags Now see that You gotta hear em shoot that nigga Matter of fact, you hit the back, I'll put two in that nigga Hardhead motherfuckers always get it I told him what would happen if he moved the nigga moved so I did it Did you get it I asked my man as he was comin from the back Nigga opened his mouth said nothin and fell out flat This cat come out spittin, hittin my mans, his mans Couldn't control what was in his hands I'm hit, damn! I bust back, and got the fuck up out of there Didn't get a dime, but at least I got up out of there [Chorus] [DMX] Aiyyo I see it, try to avoid it, but it comes That's how it's goin in the slums over crumbs Somethin little becomes somethin major Niggaz gettin blown up like a pager Ear to ear with the razor, pour out my soul Took control of hurt, why must Earl Simmons, swim in dirt I'm gon' make it work, twenty-eight and tryin to get, baptized Priest cannot touch me cause he said I gave him bad vibes Ryde, when I Die, straight down, but I'm plottin We all gots to go but who wants to be forgotten I'ma leave a mark, and it won't be the mark of the devil Throw dirt and may your hands burn when you touch the shovel The level of animosity is stoppin me from thrivin FUCK what them niggaz is talkin about, I'm survivin Alive and goin through it, but I made my bed So now it's in these flames that I, lay my head [Chorus 2X]

Touch You

TALIB KWELI "Reflection Eternal"
(Intro) Oh what's up everybody this is Rick James Talib Kweli, DJ Hi Tek, Reflection Eternal (Chorus) [Supa Dav West] We Make the Music That Change your life 'Bout to touch you just right All night we gonna to shine the light 'Bout to touch you just right [Piakhan] Piakhan floating on the mighty clouds of joy Building a future, yo, for my baby boy (uh huh) I moved form the hood yet the shit still in me And your opinion is nothing to me I have plenty like bein' out of prison With a roof over my dome And possessing the gift such as sparking the microphone Accumulate the provolone makin' it happen with Talib A Nattian cat we got em' snappin' Roberta Flackin' the track and Killin' em softly with out flossin' But yet the shine is glossy and the run the lyrical train through your brain shit Strategy pain, I'm on some Clubber Lane shit With the iron, ain't no use in you trying I ain't lyin' Through your ears mesmerize em' It's about time we started risin' Once again replace bullets with words, try to make it fun again (Chorus) w/ minor variations [Talib Kweli] if the put my life on the screen then its got to Be the IMAX I live large stroke your mind, till you reach climax Terrorist hijack on Hi Tek fly tracks front don't try that My niggas got my back, you gotta relax, ease back What's that all about with the feedback All up in my mouth we don't need that, the asphault is the place to be at Where the people fire burn so bright you can see that believe that It ain't light music (no) We make the right music (true) Keep it tight music (yes) Affirmin' life music (come on) (Chorus) w/ minor variations [Talib Kweli] It's like girls got the bass all up in they hips My favorite part on the face is the shape of the lips Yeah I wanna touch you there (right there) Your mind is my concubine, when I deliver shivers up your spine Like the bread and wine, my brains embedded with rhymes That's ahead of they time, I rock the better design You cats ain't got the touch You all suck, like getting head from a dime I run up in em and, clutch em' if they tremblin' It's a rush like adrenaline, at a point break the joint shake When you play this (yeah), your crew is haters when they come Through with the newest/latest (like that) Reflection Eternal Shine light bright like the day till the sky turn purple And the moon arrive, reflection through the night That touch you just right (Bridge) [Talib Kweli] With the rhythm, the rhythm, God bless the rhythm It's the rhythm, rhythm; yes ya'll the rhythm Shorty on the dance floor giving me rhythm Hi Tek make ya'll nod ya'll neck to the rhythm And (Chorus) w/ minor variations (x2) [Talib Kweli] Uh yeah yeah yeah Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh (x2) Clap your hands everybody (x4)

Bootsee

E-40 "In A Major Way"
Bootsee let me define it you can rewind it after I finish spittin' Now I want you to tell me if you know somebody in yo town that fit the description A sucka, a ignorant mothafucka One of them show boatin' high sidin' want to get some attention type nagas Just as flashy but bitches be askin me If they can borrow a couple of bucks until tuesday Pleases that man go say no man be tryin to play Captain Save A Hoe Gettin marked by all them sneaky caniving ass set up hoes You see bootsee is that ol' nigga with that ol' gold around his neck Gold around his muthafuckin house, gold around his muthafuckin pet Got everybody in the town thinkin' he sittin' nice on at least 20 ki's But bootsee ain't movin nothin but half thangs Straight fuckin with some of y'all niggas domes Braggin and boastin, How can I make this shit look clean Y'all really want to know who the man behind the fat sack well lookie here Sho nuf ain't bootsee boss and thats for sure Cuz bootsee be frontin himself off y'all niggas just don't know The ones you least expect you know them square ass niggas in your city They be the ones who have a grip , they be the ones who be sittin pretty Instead of tryin to be super to start a fuckin track man What a nigga really need to do is sit back and straight stack man Cuz I've been on this Earth for 3 and some odd months man Trippin off how these niggas out here be straight transforming Laughing and smiling, loving and hugging a brother grinning Turn around and talk behind your back the next minute Bitch we call him bootsee Chorus Let me define it you can rewind it after I finish spittin But what about bootsee It be them bootsee muthafuckas in your town that's always game It be them bootsee muthafuckas in your town that's always game bootsee is that busta with in no gizame, with in no gizame, with in no gizame You's a loud talkin runnin off the mouth deeck Wishy washy be puttin yourself on front street Sloppy grindin, failizing, bitch buying pussy licka That's what hella heads be sayin about that bootsee nigga And ah In case some of y'all ain't knowin this Do to do almost anything to be noticed Like ah Pull out his whole bank account and dang near everything he owns And ah Tell everybody in the hood that he got a chip in his phone And how the fuck you gone be about you scratch when you gossip like a batch And all them fools know where your stash be at That ain't no sharp shit Nigga that's that hoe shit Potna just keep on doin what you do and watch your perv get peeled Ridin around here loose stickin out dumb like a soar thumb Nigga tell the truth Don't have a gun but I need one You want to come up quick in this old shit so you can get it But how the fuck you gone make your revees givin out credit To tweakers, droamers, drifters, leftovers, geekers, zombies Folks that steal from they mommies When I was doin my thang I had strategy main Sellin' that “white girl' you should have seen me main You would have been proud of yo nigga cuz I was briliant wid it I snuck in and snuck out without slippin in it Get what you need out the game and sit your ass down Invest your money in some thangs and start clockin' pal Chorus

We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up

ICE CUBE "The Predator"
[Intro: (numerous men speaking)] (Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the interests of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted) (The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty....) (We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a series of fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area obviously) (The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...) Make it rough (A lot of activity continues here in this....) Make it rough (We have sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles) [Verse 1:] Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta kill me When the news get to the hood then niggas will be hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust Kickin up dust is a must I can't trust a cracker in a blue uniform Stick a nigga like a unicorn Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell, foul Cut his fuckin throat and I smile Go to Simi Valley and surely somebody knows the address of the jury Pay a little visit, 'Who is it' (Who is Ice Cube) 'Can I talk to the grand wizard' then boom Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral Now he's zipped up like leather tuscadero Pretty soon we'll catch Sergeant Coon Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom Stick prick, devils ain't shit Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick Two dazed niggas layin in the cut To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up Make it rough [Verse 2:] I gotta Mac10 for Officer Wynd Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas in a casket, crew cut faggot Now he ain't nothin but food for the maggots Lunch, punch, Hawaiin lyin Niggas ain't buyin ya story bore me Taerin up shit with fire, shooters, looters Now I got a lap-top computer I told you all what happened and you heard it, read it but all you could call me was anti-Semitic Regret it-nope, said it-yep Listen to my big black boots as I step Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push But your National Guard ain't hard You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know what We woulda teared this muthafucka up Huh, make it rough! Huh Muggs, make it rough! [Verse 3:] It's on, gone with the wind and I know white men can't dunk Now I'm stealin blunts And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall Bill Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out My nigga had his truck out, didn't get stuck out In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas Oh Jesus, I Surplus got the heaters Meet us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots Got the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshot Ready for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn't say Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow Don't do the crime if you can't do the time But I'm rollin so that's a fucked up slogan The Hogan's Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler Hittin up police killer The super duper nigga that'll buck We had to tear this muthafucka up so what the fuck!! Huh, make it rough! Yo Muggs, make it rough Huh, make it rough Enough [Outro: (newsreader)] (Not Guilty verdicts for Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney King)

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