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JURASSIC 5 lyrics - Jurassic 5

Concrete Schoolyard

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Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word We rockin shots and not fire through the Hindenburg The contribution is clear You add water to bone And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone Now if you like the tone And how the harmony's done And the sucka mc's die before they've begun Well I'd like to know if You've got the notion Cause we're number one I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours I'm just on some other shit I'm all about the beats and the lyrics So when you hear it you can feel it The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit No interference we persevere The purpose is clear We're here to leave your ear hurtin severe You're lurking in fear Cause we take it back like robbin loxly Rockin from country sides to spots where hard rocks be I often wonder if these MC's even know how it feels To dedicate they whole life to this mic of steel Its not about the bills That's not keeping it real A lot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deals We appeal to the brothers with flow finesse Cause it's the 100 watt blood shot game of death Cause we're protected by the covenant of words and beats Rewind and feel the heat Recline and take a seat So ah... [Chorus:] Let's take you back to the concrete streets Original beats with real live mc's Playground tactics No rabbit in a hat tricks Just that classic Rap shit from Jurassic [2X] Now I walk from Tranzania Earthquake Transalvania And on my way I kicked a whole through the wall of China Just to get the right blend Cause its schizophrenic of the pathway to livin I fell into the deep end You shouldn't have told me The pyramids can hold me So now a contest is what you owe me Pull out your beats pull out your cuts Give us a mic, whatup And we goin tear shit up I'm on some old and forgotten Sun up to sun down Like picking cotton The nutty professor science droppin Rockin Robbin's hood From New York to Compton Me and my three sons Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum [Chorus 2X] Hey, I'm 2na-Fish from U-N-I-T-Y Do or die Anti-illumaniti, why Do the liquid from my vocals Make the ghetto start swimming Forever winning I'm in it Like Medolark Lemon I get goose bumps When the baseline thumps A sucka MC freestyle He had mine for lunch Marc 7even get you open like an attach' Briefcase in this case The victor is no way Ah, ah the tool spinners Cooking the full dinner Killing the first born of lyrical Yul Brenner's When is it the academy Rattling your anatomy That'll be J 5 so kill all of your fake flattery That'll be the day When labels pay our way 2na what you say when MC's come to play Man fe dead Cause we take it back like Spinal Tap Preparing your intellect before your final nap So ah... [Chorus 2X] You got beef now watch how I settle it I'll fuck around and arrest your whole development I'm eloquent When it comes to digital display I'm ready for the world while you earl off the Tanqueray Tactics, my shits Jurassic 5 Fingers of death while you exhale and inhale With a deep breath with my Chop-Sui style Cause I'm a lyrical chef I gets mines to the death Cause I be cookin From here to Brooklyn Your shits annoying like fat-ass Bookman On Good Times When I rhyme I hit the designated area I hope you got your shots cause this is lyrical malaria Spreading, beheading fools with the punishment I live in America but fuck this government A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead While y'all drink the similack My rhymes are breast-fed No artificial nipples I flip the real skills I thought I told you once I kick the lyrical windmills And backspin Benedict Strictly for my benefit I step on toes when I flow don't get offended Come and get with it Comprehended when I kick it I represent the real From the beginning to the end of it

Tons O Guns

GANG STARR "Hard To Earn"
tons o' guns everybody's getting strapped tons o' guns got to watch the way you act tons o' guns real easy to get tons o' guns bringing nothing but death tons o' guns are in the streets nowadays it's big money and you know crime pays check your nearest overpopulated ghetto they greet you with a pistol not trying to say hello mad kids packed 'cos the neighbourhood's like that want some shit that's fat catch a victim do a stick kids pulling triggers, niggas killing niggaz five-o they sit and wait and tally death-toll figures it's crazy there ain't no time to really chill jealous motherfuckers always want to act ill 22's 25's 44's 45's mack elevens ak's taking mad lives what the fuck you gonna do in a situation it's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation tons o' guns tons o' guns you got we got they got the state of affairs yo it's like mad chaos i know a kid who just passed the other day they shot him sixteen times so there he lay you can pray for this shit to like cease but until then a nigga's going to pack a piece and yo the devil's got assasination squads want to kill niggaz 'cos they're scared of god they got camps where they train they learn to take aim at a nigga like a piece of game and i'm not seeing that, them days are gone 'cos now we got [chromes] to put them where they belong so me a rude boy from and in a brooklyn fuck the bullshit pain and suffering i'm coming off with a foolproof plan as if each every lyric was worth a hundred grand i stand in the face of hatred letting off mad shots making devils run naked tons o' guns tons o' guns everybody's getting strapped tons o' guns got to watch the way you act tons o' guns real easy to get tons o' guns bringing nothing but death tons o' guns but i don't glorify 'cos more guns will come and much more will die why, yo i don't know black some motherfuckers just be living like that they like to feel the chrome in their hands the shit makes them feel like little big man twelve years old catching wreck 'cos there ain't no supervision putting kids in check people get wounded, others they perish and what about the mother and the child she cherish the city is wild up steps the wild child tension anger living in danger what the fuck you gonna do in a situation it's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation tons o' guns

Favor For A Favor

NAS "I Am"
(feat. Scarface) [Scarface] Yo Nas.. I don't think they wanna FUCK with this Gangsta shit.. fo' sho' ('Danger.. danger..') Check it out It's on, and once again I bring niggaz the rough Fuckin with us, that get you motherfuckers touched Hit in the darkest alleys, where the super sports Rally Beatin up the block, leavin these motherfuckers shot They ain't ready for the Nakamici I flip this shit like I'm Kamaneze Now dey a motherfuckin see me They try to breeze me, but I got niggaz in New York comin kama-kize, sparkin this shit that keep me off the heezee Jay-Hovah, he with my man came over to scoop me, blowin dukey, in the black Range Rover Nasir, tell these motherfuckers what we came for Tell these niggaz why we here [Nas] Nuttin but the New York to Texas connection Nuttin but some real shit, what y'all expected Spaz out, some times dreamin, think I'm awoke Harsh realities of life, hit me after I smoke Money satisfy half of my mood, then there's a part of me that's distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me I'm twisted like, Dr. Death, Kevorkian Flip shit, white gun handle, made of porcelain My, Houston niggaz, come through for niggaz Scarface get a call and we shootin niggaz Favor, for a favor, that's how we do business Tryin to make future figures, we two of the illest, what [Chorus: Nas] You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) [3X] I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted Any nigga can get it [Scarface] You say you got a problem Then tell a nigga where he at So I can study his motions and peel his motherfuckin cap Where his brother go to school at Find out some more information bout that bitch and hit a nigga right back Cause when it come down to the come down; I'ma pull the motherfuckin plug on him Walk up to his face and then gone Set a example, send these hoes a little message: They need to be more careful who they mess with, don't even stress it Leaded, I pull these capers all the time With the ugliest AK, I blow his motherfuckin mind Him and whoever standin by, I'll tell these niggaz, 'Let's go' And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die He fin' to die, throwin up his own blood With a slug in his motherfuckin mug I do this outta love, cause your money ain't no good here Just consider that as favor, until I need a favor [Chorus] [Nas] A killer code, secret untold, how we bury beef with a rose To his wake we send a wreath that explodes Beneath us sleep with the Reaper, they sleep eyes closed That's how real Brad Jordan keep it, to him I owe Five fo-fo's ready, five masks, five mercedes Attack em like Freddie, then we toastin over spaghetti I share withcha drama, you share with mine That's how we killin two birds at the same time Send my enemy's ear, I'll send your enemy's finger with a pinkie ring, that's just a present my nigga Either way the heat is grave, fuck with 'Face we bring war Either, you feel these bullets or the Texas chainsaw Not for popularity reasons, but for the love of the art And you my heart, I leave casualties bleedin Cause we keep it death for a death, life for a life Murder for a murder, and I got you it's vice versa [Chorus] (A favor for a favor) [3X]

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!

You Don't Know

MISSY 'MISDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT "Da Real World"
(feat. Lil' Mo) [Missy] Now see, the one thing I like about the niggas Is that they can fess up to one of they boys That they been sleepin' wit' the same chick, and laugh about it But see, a woman, could never admit to another woman That she been sleepin' wit' her man Cuz if that ever happened to me I would call your house and be like, yo Don't you gotta man Why you fuckin' wit' mine See, I been through bad times Get yo' mind off mines You must be lonely Why you messin' wit' me But it won't be easy To get my baby [Missy & Lil' Mo] [1] - You don't know who you messin' with Most of them leave with they car doors bent I'm so pissed, you gon' make me flip I'mma teach you not to touch my shit [Above While:] [Missy] Hello [Mo] Hello [Missy] Who dis [Mo] It's Mo' [Missy] For Real [Mo] Hello [Lil' Mo] I be callin' his house, when you're not around Don't make me warn you, you know how I get down, down Somebody told me, but I ain't trippin' off you, no If you were doing your thang, he'd still be wit' you [Repeat 1 while:] [Mo] Hello [Missy] You know who this is bitch, heh, yeah [Mo] Yo, who dis for real, man, hello [Missy] You know who it is [Lil' Mo] [2] - I can't believe you would ever do that Can't you show me some respect Is it cuz you jus' a reject Gotta keep your ass in check [Repeat above While:] [Mo] Hello [Missy] Hello [Mo] What [Missy] Yo who dis for real, man [Mo] Yo, this is Mo', this is Mo' [Missy] You playin' a little bit too much, you knowumsayin' [Mo] Yo, this ain't no game This is not a game [Missy] Oh, ok [Mo] Yeah, what [Missy] You on some real bullshit now You know, you know what Why don't you just come to my house, bitch, you know [Mo] Yeah, I come through, yo, where you live at [Missy] Ask your nigga where I stay at [Mo] Please, he ain't got nutin' to do with this [Missy] He know [Mo] He ain't got nutin' to do with this [Missy] He know Ask him where I live at, aight [Mo] You on that same stuff you was on last year When I hadda come through there last year, what And I'd do it again, cuz I want, I, I got comin' [Missy] You ain't keepin nutin' in check And keep him from around my house, bitch [Mo] Please, I'mma beat that ass, you know I will [Missy] You don't know who you messin' with Most of them leave with their car doors bent Blow out you like I'mma air vent I'ma teach you not to touch my shit [Repeat above while:] [Missy] Hello [Mo] Trick, you know who this is, dont' front [Missy] Yeah, I'mma teach you not to touch my shit [Missy] (Timbaland) You done took it too far (Uh oh) I'mma hop in my car and I'mma you up bitch You done took it too far (Uh oh) I'mma hop in my car and I'mma you up bitch You done took it too far (Uh oh) I'mma hop in my car and I'mma you up bitch You done took it too far (Uh oh) [Lil' Mo] Cuz I'm that chick yo, that same chick But I ain't wit' playin' that game shit Start callin' that name shit And I'ma get on that same shit That new shit, that call your crew shit That what you wanna do shit That boy is yours, keep that nigga Beat my ass Prove it [Missy] You been suckin' his dick Tastin' my clit Just a side chick, on the side bitch I'm the prize bitch, keep it silent Don't make me violent You be dialin' 911 to tell the family [Lil' Mo] Around yo' crew, you's a bad bitch Yo ass be talkin' mad ish Toe to toe shoot the five Girl you get yo ass kicked What you think I'm gaming Shit is real, I aint playin' (No more 'Have My Baby') Yo, I got yo' moms prayin' [Missy] It's gonna get risky Fuck wit' Missy I'mma shoot you where your ribs be So you can feel me Ain't it real B And you filthy and you mildy Not appealin', drum roll [Timbaland] Uh oh, heh heh heh You done done it now Uh oh, you done done it now She's mad, what She's mad, I'mma let them two girls fight While I'm out

Runnin On E

2PAC "Until The End Of Time (Disc One)"
(feat. Outlawz) [2Pac] If you a bad boy [Chorus: repeat 2X] If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep [Hussein Fatal] I focus my locus thought on my enemies Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar Strap in back to the corners droppin on to spin the tires My man define ya 357 anaconda This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted [Tupac] Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out Look at us murderous thugs showin less love in the drug house Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage Bring chaos causin damage on our quest for cabbage They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it Most wanted by the population murdered you for it Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release Criminal orders across the waters bringin the war to the streets Why fear me, fear the shit I speak Once this shit drop it's heard on every fuckin street like the sound of police who run the street really And every hood let you grow from the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O' And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step My homie buried at an early age hustled to death His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels Stay thugged out keep it movin' [Yaki Khadafi] Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets You speak the big pussy throw down and drop it Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots with 22's with my socks with the butt hangin out the chalk You never seen time I travel across the mean crime My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin Catch my body like haitian 5 minutes from the station [Young Noble] Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence The bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed After they made this punk fag motherfucker bleed All the money was bloody as shit, y'all niggas shoulda seen it Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit The glock to your head nigga, don't let inside action Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards Little homies puttin work for stripes But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin red lights I wish somebody would have t old me then Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in Caucassian crazy like Arabians Hold this spot like some niggas fade me in having the scene chase me When they want the product nigga I got the smoke Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want What you working with I'm some immortal shit Outlawz we straight hurtin shit use artillery to murder with Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac Lifes hard from the ox me and my niggas on top [2Pac: repeat 5X] I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin on E [Nuttso] With the leaded Pac, fuck the law Carry steal cause I live in the nigga side of the law Ridin' foes cause I can't let hoes catch me slippin Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin Ridin high, blazing, kryptonite got a nigga dazing Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick Slide over so I can dip and put it in him Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it Hit the pedal now we high speeding With the metal trying to make these motherfuckers die freezing Up the way I seen him slow down Shit!! I think I'm gonna bust these hoes down Caught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me They know they was fuckin with me but they dumb to see [2Pac] Open up fire watchin me spy when my shells split em Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with em Fuck em they phony claimin they homies but the foes Speakin on thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught Did you cry when my girl died Put out the hit politc niggas worldwide grabbin my dick I'll never learn take away the pain with sherm Throwin gas on my enemies watchin them burn Call my posse, I'm shootin up the casket take the body Whip the corpse like a piƱata and party His last breath a straight lesson I posses like jewels Stay thugged out keep it movin [Chorus till fade]

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