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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo lyrics - Live and Let Die

Go For Your Guns

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I'm on the verge of commitin murder My girl is gettin on my last nerve and I don't wanna hurt her She wants me to get a job I get harassed cause I'm laying on my ass like a big slob But everywhere I go I get rejected They won't hire a motherfucker with a jail record So the least I could do is look presentable But I'm labelled by the city as a criminal They won't give me no slack Jack And I got one strike against me already because my skin is black See I'm irrelevant to Help Wanted signs And they wonder why niggaz commit crimes My girl pays the rent gas and light Goes to class at days and works at night I'm trying to get some money I can hand to her But I ain't with bein a motherfuckin janitor Plus I got my little nigga And I'm tryin my best to be the right kind of father figure But my hands is startin to shake I'm tryin to hold my head because I'm reachin for the thirty-eight I pick it up, man fuckit I gotta go out and hit the street and get some ducats Lookin for somethin to hit I throw on my hood, cause I'm about to do some stupid shit I step in the Seven-Eleven Come fast with the cash or get your ass sent to heaven He must hit the alarm, cause I'm perspirin cause now I'm hearin motherfuckin sirens I tried to run out, three thousand decent Next thing I know, I'm sittin in a fuckin precinct for tryin to feed a family I need rubber balls, cause I'm fallin off the edge of sanity Edge of Sanity (2X) What a fucked up night And I'm mad because the cop put on the handcuffs too fuckin tight Central Bookin is where they sent me So they could take a couple of pictures after they fingerprint me Then they put me in a cell And it was all full of niggaz that was dirty and stinkin as hell Four hours passed already, so now I'm yawnin And I'm hopin to see the judge in the mornin Finally they call my name and I get up with speed to appear before the judge, and make a plead I saw the judge, he was a brother He said, How do you plead? I said, Not guilty, motherfucker! Then I got kicked out of court, sent to the Island where they got all of these young brothers wildin And all I seen was teenagers And brothers just slicin one another with straight razors I saw this nigga, he was stone tall I said, Yo, I gotta make this motherfuckin phone call He said, These whores are mine, and you ain't widdit and put his face all up in mine, so I hit it C.O.'s came, niggaz started to zing Now I gotta do about three days in the bank I did my time and now I'm back from my vacation Right on track, they put me back in populations I got dressed, and hit the mess hall Then when I came back, FINALLY I got to make my phone call My girl is bringin out the man in me Cause she's yellin and shit, while I'm hangin on the edge of sanity Edge of Sanity (4X) I'm sittin Up North, and doin three to nine And it feels like my whole life is bein left behind I'm goin crazy in this place And I'm countin the days, cause I'm about to be a mental case My little son is gettin bigger And he picked up the phone one day and thought I was some other nigga Yeah that bitch is tryin to play me like a sucker Cause on the down and low I heard another nigga fucked her Now homicide is on my mind for knowin that this bitch is at home, screwin while I'm doin time And the nigga that's hittin the skins is a bold motherfucker cause he's one of my own friends But that's alright cause I got somethin for they asses And when I see him I'ma smash his fuckin glasses Livin in hell but now my blood is gettin cold Two months later, I got released on parole So now I'm rollin colder than a blizzard I got some iron from my man and went to pay the stupid bitch a visit I'm ringin the bell like hell Oh nobody's home huh? So I kicked it til the shit fell Stepped in the house with my finger on the trigger Butter ass nigga stuttered, Wha-wha-what's up nigga? My bitch was scared, cause she knew that I was steamin She ran her ass to the back and started screamin *one shot fired* to the body *two shots fired* to the head *one shot fired* put the barrel in his mouth, makin sure he's dead And the police ain't cannin me inside a cell, cause I just fell off the edge of sanity Edge of Sanity (2X)

My Enemies

J-KWON "Hood Hop"
(feat. Jermaine Dupri) [Jermaine Dupri chorus] They my enemies Dressed in my friends clothes Dick ridin thinkin I don't know They my enemies Dressed in my friends clothes Smile in my face but pop shit behind door [J.D Bridge] I wake up, knowin' I'm bout to see em' all in my face Like what up, these mutha fuckers all over the place I'm fed up, Homie I'm angry and I need me my space And good luck, wit all that thinkin' you goin take my place It's alot of niggas in this club popin' bub thats foney Actin like they got nothing but love for the homie Straight 2 faced like them niggas at Sony (now ain't you the mayor) I'm the one and only For the longest me and my niggas Been hittin this town like a storm And now you gotta see me and Penny arm to arm One day you'll get it Keep tryin nigga Yeah right you ballin, keep tryin nigga I know alot of ballers Half of em' hate me Bankrupt, bitch you must ain't see my moms lately Be damned if you like me Give a fuck what you rate me I only know 2 words And nigga thats pay me Now we finna stop talkin shit about J.D Cuz he been doin' this shit since yall was babies How you goin' try to degrade me Yall aint my friends nigga I ain't crazy [J.D Chorus] [J.D Bridge] [J-kwon] Now I'm what can chill Till the moment I lose mine And when I lose mines Gun stores gone lose nines I thought you knew Kwon keep 8 on the waist line I'm from the Lou Kwon flip H to waist time I spit it, for niggas who don't fee my shit She a whore I don't like her You can get on my bitch She want a war, what for I'll peel this bitch Body lifted gun wit it I don't need this shit You my enemie Dressed in my friends clothes But when I shoot I do better Than Shaq doin free throws A bunch of niggas trippin That got the game wrong A bunch of niggas fealin like me who bumpin' the same song I'm evil, why you think you goin take my spot Waitin till my album drop quit thinkin you pop And you rappin hard core When oyu knowin you pop And you sayin you a realla when you knowin you not [J.D chorus] [J.D Bridge]

Shut Up

TRICK DADDY "Book Of Thugs: Chapter A.K., Verse 47"
(feat. Co, Deuce Poppito, Trina) [Trick Daddy] We gon' let the band deal with this Ha ha, mmm-hmm M-I-A Style, heh, old school Uh hah.. Okay, shut up! [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Ah hah, okay, whassup Shut up! Ah hah, okay, whassup Shut up! Ah hah, okay, whassup Shut up! Ah hah, okay, whassup Shut up! [Trick Daddy] Ridin round in my brand new ninety-nine, fo' do', Volvo I got a pocket full of B's, cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho' But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' doe (Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearin) Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's I been used again, accused again - this time been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in Hell cause they figured me for not understandin they reason bein Heh, but I'm the man for this While y'all was doin fine I was doin time just, prayin for this Locked up, makin plans for this Without all that fancy shit, way too advanced for this Just Polo socks, tanktops and drawers up under my pants and shit Shut up! [Chorus: repeat 2X] [Trina] Okay who's +Da Baddest Bitch+ I been real, been rich, been had this shit Big Benz, big house and shit That's right, okay I been down with Trick Okay it make sense to me Cause if your money ain't right you speakin French to me Miss Trina don't play with me Or you can say Miss Bigg, that's okay with me You need a grand just to speak to me Okay, are you sure you wanna sleep with me Okay, you better be fo' sho' Cause I done left niggaz like you stuck befo' Okay, you can ball with me Since you got a hot knot spend it all with me Okay, y'all know what's up Okay, uh huh, I ride, shut up! [Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x)] [Co (of Tre +6)] This goes out to my niggeroles and them pretty ass jazzy hoes, bitch what's up C-O got a verse in the +Book of Thugs+ So when I come through bitch show me love If you bout that flow, then raise it up You got that funk, then blaze it up I got two mo's of them phat hoes, late night and I ready to bust Are you okay Look like you got a lot to say Okay, come widdit Niggaz keep hidin your hoes, what you do that fo' Me and Money Mark been done hit it Been done split it - okay playboy Fuck you say boy Don't even much bring your hoe 'round C Niggaz y'all better quit fuckin with me Shut up! [Chorus] [Duece Poppito (of 24 Karatz)] Lay down, playboy what's up What about the slugs in your head and your gut What's up with the keys to the truck Your own nigga say you got B's in the cut What's up with the safe, what the combo Open that shit nigga fuck all the convo-sation What's up wit'cha Haitian Probably got birds at the safehouse, waitin What's up, where you store the D I ain't found shit but a quarter ki Nigga ya better not be playin me You gon' bleed to death, you understand me Whassup, are you ready to go You ready to tongue kiss with the blue fo'fo' What's up fuck nigga say somethin Set your crime, we ready to spray somethin Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4-K turned out the lights Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4-K turned out the lights [Chorus: repeat 2X]

The Corpse Came To Dinner

BROTHA LYNCH HUNG "The Best Of Brotha Lynch Hung"
Brotha Lynch (Verse 1) Now I'm the type'a nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed/ sleep witcha wife then/ commence the knifin'/ get away clean with the scheme, Glock 17, in my lap, as I creep away in the black Cadillac/ cause you know I got shit to do, fake ID cause I been murderin' muthafuckas like- who?- HIV/ as I creep real slow thu ya blood vessels- and then?- five weeks later nigga god bless ya/ now I'm stressed with the Smith and Wess/ my music career aint been the best/ bound to have my momma wearin' a tight dress/ bitch make my money right, or get ya throat slit and drug in the bushes as ya, inside gushes/ then I'm smashin' through the night- in what?- Mazaratti with the posse hittin' corners hella tight- yeah right- nigga you know I'm right (oh)/ my momma taught me nigga don't give a fuck/ and when I die, cover me in a joint and smoke me up Chorus (4x) That's what I said... Loki (Verse 2) I'm high up out the hocus pocus, my diagnosis is a murderous psychosis and muthafuckas know this/ I'm quick to pull the pin up out the grenade and hand you the pineapple and say Here muthafucka, hold this (oh no)/ Loki and the murder show/ the sequence begins with freaks in the mo-mo/ we see an alibi's provided/ we creep'd in and now my niggas ridin'/ slips clips in jump in and do that shit smokin' buddah shit/ see when they say siccmade it and whispers that it taste-es bitter, blowin' muthafuckas in to smita-(reens)/ triple X liquor/ with nothin' but curses in our verses, obscene/ unfit for major mainstream magazines/ lace you up in kerosene and see that ass ignited, I mean/ we got the V-8 for ya gangsta lean/ I seen, war machines and street marines, dirty ninas in the hands of ghetto fiends/ I'm caught between, the hard life and ghetto dreams/ got schemes/ with black berets and getaways like OJ (clean)/ don't get got, she got the cannabalistic Q-zine/ and the illegitimate got another 16 (ha ha)/ you see the front page news only show the inmates and not the cage while, elections play with the public's rage/ fuck those that criticize, let 'em lead our lives/ do the shit we done and then say that we were right Chorus Brotha Lynch (Verse 3) Black pits in the backyard, I don't feed 'em/ gotta buy 'bout a pit a week, cause they gotta eat/ off that mad dog 20/20 I'm 'bout ta take my money/ ski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage/ understand this, radiation and mushroom blast/ it's almost 20 G, gotta plot my shit and get my cash/ D-Dub around the corner in the Im-pala/ Zig-zag in the trash can with the auto mag last time I saw her/ Beta (what) stand lookout by the liqour store/ Loki, hear some movement, nigga you know, do that ho/ times murder so I'm time plottin', creep, with a hand cannon takin' out every nigga bandstandin'/ cause I'm aggressive like a wolverine/ B done caught that ass and got out the gasoline, hot out ya worsest dream/ then it all adds up (to what?) sittin' in Hawaii wit' a AK on my lap off that puffy stuff Chorus

Shipwrecked

MICK JENKINS "The Water[s]"
[TheMIND:] When it's the end of our fair lady A million pieces lost at sea Marooned is the crew That's setting sail with me Oh Lord we're sinking, God knows we fall Set sail for Heaven, pray my soul won't get lost Pray God accepts me, I know I'm wrong But we've been shipwrecked, since we were gone It was 91st first and Langley, we was 6 Deep Steppin' up the stairs black Buick with a slick creep Moving down the block we had froze (froze) Felt the tension in my toes "Man who is that? I don't know" Driving slow, many probably throw See we was thrown off, it was New Years Eve I still remember when my baby lungs blew them trees I still felt like a saint when I drew that breeze On the corners was I hangin' never bangin' But I knew them G's, it's been tragic Since Boy Meets World been savaged But the goal was never really the beef, it's been cabbage We kill for it, when we die we can't have it But we can't kill the habit holdin' onto this boat 'til we shipwreck [TheMIND:] [?] shore, I die same before the dawn I watch my niggas die of [?] They say the waves will wash our sin That we were black because our skin I know we gazed upon the promise, promise land I've been in these Waters like the Titanic Waves crashed down, you would've thought a nigga drowned But I'm staring at the sky like "Why panic?" Don't you know who I pray to? We've been lookin' like prey I just caught this shit at the prelude, peace, I been keepin' it Step into the wools, forever a black sheep to the herd How you not heard about this nigga? You think you feelin' the flow somewhere in the ceiling, I'm not hot Trust I'll be bringin' it, a nigga get it like "Pop pop!" I've been trying to give them what's good But don't call it food for thought Shit taste like a hot fry Shit had a nigga so thirsty I couldn't see straight it was like I was cock-eyed Fam, tell them what you've seen on the southside Tell them, tell them where you been, nigga Tell them where you're going Cold park whenever I was outside Somebody shootin' nigga Even when it's snowing, in the cold You could see the people thirsty Well, I gotta little water right here You heard me, all you gotta do is take a sip And I don't want your souls, and I don't want your gold I just do it for the Free my nigga don't trip Don't trip, I do it for the Free, my nigga don't trip Don't trip, I do it for the Free, my nigga don't trip Don't trip [Sample:] Ten thousand tiny soldiers marching right through my heart Couldn't keep me at bay

Dogged Out

OL' DIRTY BASTARD "Trials Tribulations Of Russell Jones"
(feat. Big Syke, Too $hort) [Intro: Too $hort (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Bitch you knew I was a dog when you met me How you gonna get mad at me now? Cuz I got bitches.. everywhere Bitch I'm a player, y'know (Y'know, killa, y'know'I'msayin' I said shit, I said, that's dat monster +Dog Shit+, y'know'I'msayin' This is all dedicated to all you hoes) And bitches [Ol' Dirty Bastard (Too $hort)] Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH the Ol' Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight (beitch) It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight Hoeeeeee! (bitch fucky) Stinkin ass hoe! You're the type of bitch don't appreciate shit Never had shit, so you won't be shit That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair on my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me doooooown (beitch) I'm Doo Doo Brown! (beitch) Hehahahaha Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cuz nothin can stop me from buryin my bones in the backyard, of someone else's house Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not +Dogged Out+ Here comes Rover, sniffin at your ass Pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass That means hoe, you been shit-ted on! I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn [Chorus x2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cuz nothin can stop me from buryin my bones in the backyard, of someone else's house Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out [Big Syke] Right behind my pitbull, all wrong That wanna make the cat moan all night long Puppy don't take me wrong, but it's gon' Be monkeys up, so call me gettin' toned Get gone thong, crew comin' through Big Syke daddy wid the Brooklyn Zu You know what to do, freaky sucky sucky Won't you show the crew how you play wit' the monkey Let him see you don't fake it, and you can take it It's only the bigger bone, gotta make it Baby shake it in the worst way, OK Up in you in the parle My forte is a freakyness, look at this I don't kiss anythin' that I don't miss, runnin' sense to get licked from the nuts to the crack of my butt I'm a dog, so what, but you still give it up, Wu/woof [Chorus x2] [Too $hort] Beitch, this is what I tell these hoes Don't sweat it baby, you'll never be my lady Take this bone, straight to the dome And get on (get on), cuz I don't wanna talk Shut the fuck up if you done wanna walk We on the same page? I thought so You know them +Big Dogs+ hit you wit' their paw hoe Big pimp (pimpin') jump the fence Hoppin' all night it don't make no sense (na na) From New York to Cali', whylin' (wild) I got the bitch in the alley howlin' (beitch) And she don't wanna go nowhere She got love for a player she don't know no better That's why I tell her (tell her) I'd be wid you forever if I could find time to put you in my schedule (beitch) Beitch, $hort Dog in the house [Chorus x2] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] She flew in like calm breeze Tall brown skin, her weave like palm trees I went coconuts Dipped my Dunkin' between your Donut Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch! Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup Don't invite me I tear the fuck down White boys cut my toupee! Seventh day rester, or scream play I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin to bust ass Bullet him, get him fast Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash The dog piss on MC's like trees Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese [Chorus x2]

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