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JUSTICE CREW lyrics - Live By The Words

Ride Until The Sun

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Lonely hearts and highways, I'm driving at the same pace Don't slow down while we're still young Broken lights and concrete, are frozen under our feet Let's fill them in while we're still young We were born two and I Want you by my side, chasing Paradise Tonight, let's drive (hey!) Tonight, let's run (hey!) Tonight let's RIDE UNTIL THE SUN I'll take the wheel (hey!), you my shotgun (hey!) Tonight we'll RIDE UNTIL THE SUN And it's only just begun (Ride with me!) Stars upon the ceiling, you always dream believing Let's break out while we're still young Roll rough until the sunset, catch fire Never look back, Let's burnout while we're still young We were born two and I Want you by my side, chasing Paradise Tonight, let's drive (hey!) Tonight, let's run (hey!) Tonight let's RIDE UNTIL THE SUN I'll take the wheel (hey!), you my shotgun (hey!) Tonight we'll RIDE UNTIL THE SUN And it's only just begun (Ride with me!) Yeah, 85 we're 101 Yeah, baby we gon' ride until the sun We've got the world up in our rearview and we ain't looking back Our heart racing like the hit and run So, come and hop in my car We'll drive until the stars There's just me and you, and this guitar Baby you can take the wheel Don't you worry 'bout a thing While I sip, you sing Tonight, let's drive (hey!) Tonight, let's run (hey!) Tonight let's RIDE UNTIL THE SUN I'll take the wheel (hey!), you my shotgun (hey!) Tonight we'll RIDE UNTIL THE SUN Tonight, let's drive (hey!) Tonight, let's run (hey!) Tonight let's RIDE UNTIL THE SUN I'll take the wheel (hey!), you my shotgun (hey!) Tonight we'll RIDE UNTIL THE SUN And it's only just begun (Ride with me!)

Ride Or Die

JAY-Z "Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life"
I'm rollin with Roc-a-Fella man Cause they got money man, heh heh [Jay-Z] Uh-huh, uh-huh uh UH, uh-huh, 'Hovah Yeah, Stevie J nigga Y'all ready Yo, yo How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight) How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight) How many y'all wanna ride tonight Nigga ride or die or ride or die [repeat 3X] [Verse One: Jay-Z] Aiyyo fuck y'all, niggaz I crush y'all, rush y'all with the four drawn and I touch y'all, plus y'all little motherfuckers ain't ready for war I seen your team in a Chrysler before, but I forgot The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style Y'all niggaz is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that this nigga ready for war, well where that fool at I bruise wack rap niggaz severely punish them Especially those that get fucked for they publishing, heh Always gotta be the weakest nigga out the crew I probably make more money off yo' album, than you You see the respect I get everytime I come through Check your own videos, you'll always be number two Niggaz talkin real greasy on them R&B records but I'm platinum a million times nigga, check the credits S. Carter, ghost writer, and for the right price I can even make YO' shit tighter I roast niggaz like ya, smoke niggaz like ya Take your little jewels and put the toast to niggaz like ya You know what the fuck we do and why we done it How I bring it to niggaz who, probably want it Keep playin, you gon' find me in your lobby blunted And I don't even smoke nigga, ain't no joke Niggaz cat fightin with Jigga, kickin sneaky shit Makin little tapes but keepin it secret Cause I kick that deep shit that divide your peeps shit Now I don't know if you fuckin with Jigga spittin that weak shit y'all How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight) How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight) How many y'all wanna ride tonight Nigga ride or die or ride or die [repeat 2X] Yeah, yeah Niggaz don't want it with Jig, cause somethin got to give I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live Jigga's the Don, bitches scream 'Jigga dandy, dick is the bomb, about as thick as a arm' Mr. Exxon, gas 'em with the wit and the charm Bitch I'm tryin to tell you like Nichalous Bond I'm a big cat, listen mami, can you dig that Cars, jewelry, homes, I did that Oh's, shootouts, keys, I live that Actresses, models, chickenheads, hit that I get stacks and still I kick back and run up on niggaz with the midac, where the shit at How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight) How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight) How many y'all wanna ride tonight Nigga ride or die or ride or die [repeat 2X] Time to seperate the platinum from the white gold, right from the door The real from the fake, ready rock from the raw The boss from the runners, cats who ride dick from the cats with the numbers, the five from the six I got cop n crash money, pop the dash money Press the button, alluva sudden, glock in the stash money Beef with Jigga, watch yo' ass Money It's El Presidente, top brass money Now I don't flash the steel, I blast for real My motto: you only good as the last nigga you kill I'm here to snatch this meal, nigga that's for real If you rollin with me grab the wheel, let's ride huh How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight) How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight) How many y'all wanna ride tonight Nigga ride or die or ride or die [repeat 4X]

Drive (For Daddy Gene)

ALAN JACKSON "Drive"
It was painted red the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her We put on a shine; put on a motor Built out of love, made for the water Ran her for years, 'til the transom got rotten A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten It was just on old plywood boat With a '75 Johnson with electric choke A young boy two hands on the wheel I can't replace the way it made me feel And I would turn her sharp And I would make her whine He'd say, 'you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides' Just a little lake across the Alabama line But I was king of the ocean When daddy let me drive Just an old half ton shortbed ford My uncle bought new in '64 Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smoking A couple of burnt valves and he had it going He let me drive her when we'd haul off a load Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals Smiling like a hero that just received his medal It was just an old hand-me-down Ford With a three-speed on the column and a dent in the door A young boy two honds on the wheel I canö³t replace the way it mode me feel And I would press that clutch And I would keep it right And he'd say, 'a little slower son you're doing just fine' Just a dirt rood with trash on each side But I was Mario Andretti When daddy let me drive I'm grown up now three daughters of my own I let them drive my old Jeep across the pasture at our home Maybe one day they'll reach back in their file And pull out that old memory And think of me and smile and say It was just an old worn out Jeep Rusty old floorboard, hot on my feet A young girl two hands on the wheel I can't replace the way it made me feel And he'd say, 'turn it left and steer it right, Straighten up girl, you're doing just fine' Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride But I was high on a mountain When daddy let me drive When daddy let me drive Oh he let me drive Daddy let me drive It's just an old plywood boat With a '75 Johnson with electric choke

Drive

ALAN JACKSON
It was painted red the stripe was white It was 18 feet from the bow to stern light Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her We put on a shine, put on a motor Built out of love, and made for the water Ran her for years, til' the transom got rotten A piece of my childhood will never be forgoten It was just an old plywood boat With a 75 Johnson with electric choke A young boy two hands on the wheel I can't replace the way it made me feel And I would turn her sharp And I would make it whine He'd say, You can't beat the way a old wood boat rides Just a little lake cross the Alabama line But I was king of the ocean When Daddy let me drive Just an old half ton short bed ford My Uncle bought new in 64 Daddy got it right cause the engine was smoking A couple of burnt valves and he had it going He'd let me drive her when we haul off a load Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thickpen Road I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedels Smiling like a hero who just received his medal It was just an old hand me down ford With 3 speed on the column and a dent in the door A young boy two hands on the wheel I can't replace the way it made me feel and I would press that clutch And I would keep it right He would say a little slower son Your doing just fine Just a dirt road with trash on each side But I was Mario Andretti When Daddy let me drive I'm grown up now 3 daughters of my own I let them drive my old jeep Across the pasture at our home Maybe one day they'll reach back in their file And pull out that old memory And think of me and smile And say It was just an old worn out jeep Rusty old floor boards Hot on my feet A young girl two hands on the wheel I can't replace the way it made me feel And he'd say Turn it left, and steer it right Straighten up girl now, you're doing just fine Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride But I was high on a mountain When Daddy let me drive Daddy let me drive Oh he let me drive It's just an old plywood boat With a 75 johnson And electric choke

P.Y.T.

MEMPHIS BLEEK "The Understanding"
(feat. Amil, Jay-Z) [Memphis Bleek] Yeah motherfuckers That's what y'all want right That ol' gangsta, that ol' gangsta Check it out now yo, yo All I need, bomb ass freak nigga Hold me down nigga Hold my heat shit Stash a brick, blast the clip Gangsta shit, yo I need me a straight down girl, get down girl One to hold me down, one I can count on I'll even teacher how to load the glocks Sophisticated school girl Be on my block Rocking braclets, anklets the basics Petite nice body, skin and face sick One I could shop with Go uptown and cop with She not a thug girl but my down chick She know how to roll the weed but donÒt smoke She know how to cook the coke and bag dope Screen my calls Flip on me when im wrong Talk shit thru the night Throw it on me on the morning She like it from the back With my fingers in her hair I love it in any position Ma I donÒt care She like when I shine up them jewels that blind her And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar [Jay-Z] I let her drive the V She's my pretty young thing I let her ride with me She's my pretty young thing Rap or robbery My pretty young thing She's my gangsta bitch I let her drive the V She's my pretty young thing I let her ride with me She's my pretty young thing Rap or robbery She's my pretty young thing She's my down ass bitch [Memphis Bleek] Yo you know how I do Dillinger duece duece One in the sleeve one in the construction boots My shorty, tote two, that's what she do One in her purse and one in her Gucci goose I keep her Prada down Bitches wanna hollar now She back out the step When yo niggers crowd around ThatÒs my road dog And you know I unload for her She hold me down anytime I call for her Like at the time when I crashed the Jag She brought the Yukon 2000 black Through a screen and a DVD Twenites on the truck that'll piss you off In return I sent her on a tour thru Sacks With tengrand shoping spree to get back I brought her a five that look nice when she drive Put a glock on the dash Watch the stash nigga [Jay-Z] I let her drive the V She's my pretty young thing Let her ride with me She's my pretty young thing Rap or robbery My pretty young thing She's my gangsta bitch I let her drive the V My pretty young thing Let her ride with me She's my pretty young thing Rap or robbery My pretty young thing Yeah she's my down ass bitch [Memphis Bleek] Ay yo I ride for my lady Die for my lady Hold my 380 baby This what the game made me ImÒa hustler, love it or not I be thuggin, huggin the block Glock bustin running from cops [Amil] Uh I'm right beside Pull the gat out of my Pr-ada purse Clock 'em, clock 'em That's gotta hurt I'm your down bitch, your accomplice Ride for you baby and that's a promise I got your back nigga I'm the one you trust to count on your stacks nigga Cook your cracks nigga I park the pinsky right off the pounds Let off hollow rounds if shit goes down I'm with the robberies, holdin' banks up This pretty young thing gonna keep it gangsta what Uh-huh yeah Amil-lion wha-what Amil-lion, Memph man what uh [Jay-Z] I let her drive the V She's my pretty young thing I let her ride with me She's my pretty young thing Rap or robbery My pretty young thing She's my down ass bitch I let her drive the V She's my pretty young thing I let her ride with me She's my pretty young thing Rap or robbery My pretty young thing She's my gangsta bitch Ride with me my pretty young thing Let her my pretty young thing Let her my pretty young thing My down ass bitch

The Drive Thru

JAKE MILLER
Hi, welcome to the drive thru, can I help you? Yeah, uh, can I get a, uh hold up, ight lemme get 3 sports cars, a big mansion With A club downstairs I can dance in Hold the bouncer just let all of my fans in A limousine big enough that I can fit my benz in Did you get that? Excuse me? Small, medium or large jacuzzi? Add a few girls in just to amuse me Wait hold on sir, you're starting to confuse me A butler, a chef, and a couple of maids A helicopter, a yatch, and a couple of planes 2 or 3 fur coats and some diamond chains Oh and make me a worldwide household name Make my mom proud put me on tv Make me and my whole crew VIP Yeah, I think that's all I need Okay sir pull up to the next window please Welcome to the drive thru Welcome to the drive thru We got what you need All you gotta do is ride through This the jam you can vibe to When you go and take a ride thru the drive thru Welcome to the drive thru Welcome to the drive thru We got what you need All you gotta do is ride through This the jam you can vibe to When you go and take a ride thru the drive thru Welcome to the drive thru Welcome to the drive thru Come and take a ride thru Watcha want? You know that I gotchu Wait hold up I'm not done just yet Secret service and a private jet A couple body guards and I think I'm all set No wait, there's a couple more things lemme get A movie threatre with downstairs mall Platinum records hangin on my wall A full court outside where I can play ball And a hot secretary that'll take my calls Throw a few bucks in my bank account Gimme so much money that I can't keep count Blow a few grand everytime that I'm out Condos on both coasts and one down south Make me a star selling out every venue Listen, sir, I wouldn't really recommend you Slow it down cause your gettin outta hand You know what forget it give me everything on the menu Welcome to the drive thru Welcome to the drive thru We got what you need All you gotta do is ride through This the jam you can vibe to When you come and take a ride thru the drive thru Welcome to the drive thru Welcome to the drive thru We got what you need All you gotta do is ride through This the jam you can vibe to When you come and take a ride thru the drive thru Welcome to the drive thru Welcome to the drive thru Come and take a ride thru Watcha want? You know that I gotchu Uh, H-hello? Did you get all that? Hold on, sir. You're order was rather large You crashed our computers Would you mind repeating all that? Ha ha, wait forreal? Welcome to the drive thru Welcome to the drive thru We got what you need All you gotta do is ride through This the jam you can vibe to When you come and take a ride thru the drive thru Welcome to the drive thru Welcome to the drive thru We got what you need All you gotta do is ride through This the jam you can vibe to When you come and take a ride thru the drive thru Welcome to the drive thru Welcome to the drive thru Come and take a ride thru Watcha want? You know that I gotchu Keep The Change...

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