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JUVENILE lyrics - Reality Check

Why Not

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[Intro: Juvenile + Skip] You can find me in the parking lot By the car lot-where we spark a lot Up in the hallway it be dark a lot We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not) Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not) They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not) They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not) [Juvenile] Is you doin ya dirt, they really know ya bout ya work if they scopin ya turf you goin out there head first do you know the rules when you got beef with a fool can you stick and move and do you sleep with the tool you in the camp you bout to make you an examp so when they see the stamp they gon'respect it like a champ you light in the ass but kind of heavy with the cash be rollin the grass you still totin the solider rag you been out there on the grind spendin most of ya time in a section full of nobody's so you gotta shine will you bust a head, know how to do it-how to play it bet a hundred in the field and parlay can you flip a Z, go back and get a Quater ki when you rid of that call Rico up and order three put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it if you wanna be respected as the G'est [Chorus: Juvenile + Skip] Homey you need to get you somethin new (why not) Shit I'm ridin somethin green, somethin blue (why not) They gon' respect it when a gangsta come through (why not) They doin numbers, we'll do somethin too (why not) You can find me in the parking lot By the car lot-where we spark a lot Up in the hallway it be dark a lot We don't talk to cops cause we all be hot [Juvenile] You like states with pretty hoes in ya face you hate checks, you just come home on a case can you make a name-will you be patient in the game can you state ya claim, and reputation stay the same will you hold it down when ya lil'homies ain't around will you hold ya ground like you the only one in town is you feelin this, you listen to it when you creep you real in the streets all in the hood with the heat you ain't tryna joke gotta be real for ya folks is ya people broke they aggrivate you on the porch do you sell weed and you don't never make a profit do you blow big until it hurt you in ya pocket you just scared to lose cause you a winner all the time you gotta lot to prove lil'sinner on the grind put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it if you wanna be respected as the G'est [Chorus] [Juvenile] Do you G's up when it's a dime in ya grill do you freeze up when it's that time for a kill if they pop at you is you gon'pop back at 'em you gon'stay away from niggaz if they rattin wanna ride swoll pull up on 24 flats can you get a hoe without you throwin her a stack is you callin shots can you stay away from the cops you know how to stop you be inside when it's hot you from the East, you from the West, you from the South you from the North, or the Midwest what you about can you twist a gar without you fuckin up the road did you get a car just to be stuntin for the hoes you been out here and it's ya time for a lick do you know this year as you aknowledgin the shit put ya people in it cause that's the way you gotta see it if you wanna be respected as the G'est [Chorus]


CYPRESS HILL "Stoned Raiders"
[B-Real] It's been a while now Been around the block many miles Many faces, many places that I found friend's traces Where I spend time, places where my roam Places I can call home Places I can get stoned I just wanna be alone When I'm feelin' in my zone People want to knock me down 'cos they never have their own They won't get the best of me But they try hopelessly Why you wanna fuck wit' me I'm not, what you s'posed to be You could not give a DAMN Coulda just Killed A Man Sawed off in my hand But I had to kill the plan Think I've found my piece of mind Feet planted on the ground I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself It all goes around me and others who would down me Who I don't give a fuck about, Trouble always found me, I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide, Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE! [Chorus 1 : B Real (repeat 2x)] NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, TROUBLE'S NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL! You want trouble, c'mon, You want trouble You want trouble, c'mon You want trouble [Sen Dog] Trouble on the line, all the fuckin' time Got me contemplatin' the solution, the fusion my wicked mind Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter Movin' in circles, throwin' elbows and fists You got to be a real nigga in the Cypress Hill pen Like the critics talkin' shit, but I'm not concerned A hundred G's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn I try to put it to you () so you bitches can learn That no-body get tired when it's time to burn With so many phonies out there a lot of you have been fooled In to actually believin' that some shit is cool Take the blinders off and go look for yourself Fuck hearin' about shit from somebody else I'm down for myself, I back up myself Put in all on the line make sure that I'M FELT! [Chorus 1 (Repeat 2x)] [B-Real] Nooooo! [scratching interlude] [B-Real] Look, the wall's closin' in and my shoe's wearin' thin Had to be the biggest clown that you couldn't comprehend Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same Called me 'Rock Superstar', 'Insane In The Brain' But I know I haven't changed So I brush you to the side Trouble's knockin' on the door, askin' jus' to come inside 'times I gotta block it out, no-one likes to talk it out Trouble keeps comin' and I can't seem to lock it out Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk If you're feelin (), son, then I guess you gotta jump I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise I'm not fallin' for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there You can talk all you want, but I don't got your () [Chorus 1 (Repeat 2x)] [Chorus 2: B-Real {Sen Dog} (Repeat 4x)] NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, TROUBLE'S NOT MY GOOOOOOOOOOAL! {You want trouble right now C'mon You want trouble right now C'mon} [B-Real] You want trouble, c'mon You want trouble [Repeat 4x]

Final Days

Well I walk through this world livin' day to day I see the people, hear what they have to say Take a look at the ethics, morals, and goals Makin' gods outta men that rock 'n roll Like Sodom and Gomorrah, this world will fall A total destruction, destiny of all Who have mocked the name of Jesus, the Savior and Lord In the battle of Armageddon and a two-edged sword Satan in a day he will never forget When the King hurls him into a bottomless pit So keep your eyes on the Lord, don't follow human ways Cause it's written in the Word, these are the final days (chorus) Final days Change your ways Final days The final days is what my song's about Words so intense I might have to shout Some might play hard and say I'm wack But I'm talkin' about truth not egomaniac And as long as they listen, they won't be dissin' Cause rappin' final days is a serious mission Just so they learn, I will stand stern I hope my words make ya start to churn I'm concerned with the life that you're livin' now Your's ego's so bad that ya can't even bow To the Master of all, Creator of creation I'm talkin' bout God no misinterpretation Rappin' hard for the One who deserves the best Speakin' rhymes that will try and put your heart to test Don't stop and stare me down with that b-boy haze Get busy, cause these are the final days (repeat chorus) The words of my rap are not what you think But so secure I suggest you take 'em to the bank Or better yet take these words to heart Don't wait until tomorrow, now's the time to start I'm not askin' for your money or rappin' for a fee Think upon the words is my only plea Cause this song's about to end, your time is runnin' thin And now that my time is up, it's time for you to begin To do this job is my only request A basic rap exam puts MC's to test Spread these words like a fire ablaze Cause I'm tellin' ya we're livin' in the final days (chorus)


AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
[Aesop Rock] Yo change the fuckin channel I burn a Coma candle When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample We them cats talkin noise behind that New York trash heap Where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep And it's, worker zig-zagers versus piggy batch flashers Training Generation Fallout Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out There's smoke in my iris But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids So I'm ready now (What you ready for?) I'm ready for life in this city And my wings have grown almost enough to lift me I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglass Passing the time with serial killer coloringbooks and bags of marbles Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals Don't tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool (This is our school) I'm not trying to graduate to life at the curse on the lounge barstool Head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool (Man please) Man please My name stands for my being And my being stands for the woman who stood And braved the storm could raise this evening (Brother, sun, sister, moon, mother beautiful) Yeah middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence Back in a long time agi, I was to way the wishes wish But Mister Smits, I slept through my appointment Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify And picked the rose and wielded The second I introduced myself as Nervous Well it appears the scars of learning have spoken Some are burning, some have rosen Some deserve tall tales, some have wrote them Some are just a brutal reprocussion of devotion Mine are all of the above cuz everything leads to erosion Now where I live there's a homeless man He sits upon a crate He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this *Horn samples* [Aesop Rock] And I ain't getting any younger My knuckles wear their bruises well I've yet to lose that hunger But only time can tell Prodigal Son with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch And crucify bigot voodoo doll on two popsicle sticks See your name is Ambiguity My name is something hands can't hold But hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick Knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calls my burning wits for now And if I plow the fields that don't guarantee plentiful harvest But starving artists die, I set my alarm for five o'clock Idols block survival crops the cycle stops for nothing The Bible's carp revivalist winos flock by the hundreds To the opening, scarlet carpets greeting their duel Leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn But y'all numb from gut fuel I administer eclispe, there ain't no motor like a martyr-made motor Cuz a martyr-made motor don't quit I am an epiphany, I am wet foot mammal Channel surfing my way to the top Tugboat in a bottle With no holes poked in the nozzle I fed em bedlam diluted in limelight Till that rookie boogie graduated hostile And the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the medium The second my halo ran outta helium Demoted to thorn crown, damn talk about numbskull I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry But my energy's a rental So I take this now to save My cute seniorita beholding a flame to a lost wick Thank you James Anthony for the band-aids on my ego Y'all are family for life I'll take that bullet to preserve you I wanna be something spectacular On the day the sun runs outta batteries Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn Then sit up on his crate as I witness the beauty born like this (I ain't gettin any younger) *Horn samples to end*

I Must Stand

ICE-T "VI - Return Of The Real"
Nobody ever said life was gon' be easy But damn.. [ VERSE 1 ] Just a kid, moms died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven It's hell when you're an orphan at a early age This impressionable stage, no love breeds rage In the heart of a child who never knew his roots Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots Parkin Caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk Truckin diamonds and gold Rubberbands around the bankrolls Fly girls to make your head spin Seemed they partied all night long I was like, 'Put me on' But they said, 'Little fellow, run and go play Take your butt to school or else you'll have to be like us one day' I didn't understand, but I tried to get a job While all the players got the girls cause they'd hustle and rob I was like makin 'bout 1-50 a week And after taxes, you know what that is - lunch meat And I know I can be better than this I gotta get me a car, man I gotta get a girl I know I can do it out there, man I'm finna go for it, man I gotta get some money Word [ VERSE 2 ] Streets of anger, trouble and crime I had it hard, had to sleep in my car sometime But I never let another player see me down I kept my front up, my gear clean Even when checkin minor green Brothers knew my game was true So I hooked up with the real crew That knew excactly what to do Bank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with tools Pimpin hoes on the block Checkin cash non-stop Crack spots, armor with interior bars No lie, I used to own 'bout 15 cars Every piece Fila made Drape my women in suede Pavet Piaget, Cesar's Palace holidays It was on, crazy out of control We made up the word 'ballin', that was how we rolled But the FBI had a-whole-nother idea It's called multiple indictments for hundreds of years What Daff is dead Carter got 25 years Nah.. Spike 35 to life Nah, don't tell me B.O.'s dead, man I don't wanna hear that, man I was just with him [ VERSE 3 ] The game is vicious, no retirement, you die young Listen to a fake, he might tell you to grab a gun I get phone calls from condemned row Brothers I ran with, brothers I really know They tell me, 'Ice you got much love in the pen You're the one that got away, don't wanna see you in' They tell me, 'Tell the little homies the deal Don't let em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and steel' I marched two million strong in D.C. Lookin eye to eye with brothers that I used to think below me Damn, my mind was twisted in my hustlin days But God spared me, I got a baby son to raise And bein black ain't easy, prejudice is real But health and liberty is all we need for us to build We gotta come together, unseparated Check yourself like I did, blackman, because we're all related

Give The People What They Want

Hey, hey, hey! Give the people what they want Well, its been said before, the world is a stage A different performance with every age. Open the history book to any old page Bring on the lions and open the cage. Give the people what they want You gotta give the people what they want The more they get, the more they need And every time they get harder and harder to please The roman promoters really did things right. They needed a show that would clearly excite. The attendance was sparse so they put on a fight Threw the christians to the lions, sold out every night Give the people what they want You gotta give the people what they want The more they get, the more they need And every time they get harder and harder to please Give em lots of sex, perversion and rape Give em lots of violence, and plenty to hate Give the people what they want Give the people what they want When olswald shot kennedy, he was insane But still we watch the re-runs again and again We all sit glued while the killer takes aim Hey mom, there goes a piece of the presidents brain! Give the people what they want You gotta give the people what they want Blow out your brains, and do it right Make sure its prime time and on a saturday night. You gotta give the people what they want You gotta give the people what they want Give the people what they want Give the people what they want Give the people what they want

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