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LIL' ZANE lyrics - Young World: The Future

The Ways Of The World

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[Lil' Zane] Money is mandatory, my game is self explanitory I hit the blunt as I proceed to tell my ghetto stories I'm into deep,all my peeps, bring them shovel stories Some niggaz strapped with thier gats, tryin to kill your homez Didn't know me, but met the heat when they ran up on me Left his wife and 2 kids at the crib lonely Got in the way of a stray bullet when I pass Tryin to retaliate but keep that happin in the past Ways of the world, how will I last when the economy crash I'm goin all out gettin my cash While spend mine open, wit my eyes on the world Ghettos and jail cells gave me stories to tell Body swells from the evil smells that I inhale Evil set me up to fail make my life so real People tape will caution times being lost my soul series to scar I'm fighting off demons, it's the ways of the world [chorus: 2x] Even though it hurts chest I'm gonna stroke till I lose my breath lookin to sin since life began Coming all the way out the water to get oxygen Please father help me breathe again, at ease again [Lil' Zane] Looking at my self in the mirror, I took a second to think Memories of bein babies, given milk to drink Without a worry at mind, we would play all the time They ain't callin it but b-ball took up most of my time We were hard headed they all said it From my parents to our teachers and even my preacher, I say my prayers, I gave my momma grey hairs She lives in fear The thought of me not being there got her worried scared They say I look just like my father, without the beard they should have named that nigga magic and dissapear A couple months out of the year, he reappears its all the same, ain't nuttin changed, you still my nigga Don't hold a grudge, just give me love, I'm on my own I'm kinda sober from a broken home Wondering what's goin on, did I deserve this Living in Atlanta got this little nigga nervous Mama tried to feed us all, until she got laid off Had the rats paid off, now we all laid off [chorus 2x] [Lil' Zane] Duckin the gun shots,at the age of 13 There was a war zone, so you choose your team When the war strikes you better have a heart to fight or get lost in the world when you loose your life I would like to get blown, so I read and pray Surviving day to day, running the streets of stray Living all my self no company You better meet the heat when you come for me And when I die, burn alive, that's a wish of mine I know that heaving in the zone ain't that hard to find and when you make it they gone take it, that's a must you know Don't think of gettin to the top without a problem or so I take for caution as for evil gotta hit on me I've been a bad boy for momma,dont you quit on me They built a jail so when we rise they can crush our dreams Two of the largest in the industry, erased from the scene And I don't wanna be a target so I got with a team They got a glow around their body and do shit you've never seen, know what I mean Take it deep like summer eves, that's what we do, only humans Tryin to get through the world with no confusion When you close your eyes, can you state the pain, the misery Bringin for you will rescue me These are the ways of the world Now I have to choose between life or lose my sanity Go with the streets keep callin me These are the ways of the world

To Whom This May Concern

E-40 "Loyalty And Betrayal"
Shit, if the shoe fit, wear it, fuck it BEOTCH! Chorus: E-40 (repeat 2X) To whom this may concern All you rappers with all that fetti to burn The industry is finicky so let me make this clear THEY'LL HAVE A NEW NIGGA NEXT YEAR!! [Verse One] I know you're shinin like a light I know your record sales is politics and hype I know you're boohoo'n cause none of your royalty statements never had a check attached to 'em Famous but unrecouped; circumstances predicated on large-ass video budgets, and takin out advancements Uhh, March and September, that's quite a ways 40 - 40? Oh he get paid every thirty days shorty! Uhh, I ain't no lame I'm different from y'all, I come from the game (From the game) I ain't gotta explain I been hella raw, I been spittin game I seen you on the Billboard I saw you when you got that MTV Award Uh, number one on SoundScan Congratulations playa; dude can I shake yo' hand? Oh you don't wanna shake my hand, now you too good now? Oh it's like that you 'sidin on yo' folks now? Enjoy it while you're here.. .. THEY'LL HAVE A NEW NIGGA NEXT YEAR!! Chorus [Verse Two] Uhh, air-play, program directors from the Bay don't support they rappers in the Yea (in the Yea) They figure we ain'ts real hip-hop (hip HOP) They lookin for some mainstream flip-flop (flip) But I ain't finsta sit down (sit down) Sit down and wait for this shit to come back around Shit I just like to perk (whatchu like to do?) I like to get out there and network Charlie Hustle fall off? I doubt it Shit, when niggaz stop talkin about me that's when I'm gon' WORRY about it And if they do I'ma take the independent road A hundred thousand units on the underground; playboy, that's ghetto gold! Never breakin a sweat (a, a sweat) Slangin albums from the internet (from the internet) Ain't nuttin but respect here.. .. THEY'LL HAVE A NEW NIGGA NEXT YEAR!! Chorus [Verse Three] My loyal fans wanna know why it's so noticeable and how come none of E-40 lyrics ain't never been in The Source 'Hip-Hop Quotable'? To tell the truth it's kinda irkin me, cause I don't know I ain't rappin too fast, see y'all just listenin too slow You can ask +Zomba+ I'm about a thousand songs deep Spittin ghetto anthems that I done had I shoulda been ran out of heat (ran out of heat) I had to prove myself first I didn't get my deal based on a sixteen measure verse Uhh, damn right and ever since dude 'Pac passed away the West coast ain't been eatin right If he was alive I'd ask him for his opinionation and if he was me what would he do in this sort of situation Would he take off on these journalists, tell me what you think for assassinatin motherfuckers characters with all that bad ink? How they gonna have me Top 50, #43? I'm a hog, shit; that's why I don't fuck with Blaze I fuck with Murder Dog Chorus 2X [E-40] BEATCH! See what I'm sayin? This shit is finicky It's a fool out there, ya dum dums! Smell this nigga? Charlie Hustle, millenium ballers nigga (beatch) Thought you thoughtamajig (HOE!!!)

Da Bosses Lady

Kool G. Rap "Roots Of Evil"
(Talking) whasup girl? I know that ya man and all but yo what you see in that nigga? you need to get with a nigga like me for real does he got one of these GS 4's? Navigator system and everything word up.... Chorus (Singing) Thats all I wanted was someone special someone sacred in my life Baby won't you be my Daddy Figure...... Verse 1 I regulated you from fake dudes to lake views minks with laced jewels nails, hairdo's and facials placed you in snake shoes did it up right, took the six night seven day cruise the beige creludes your pockets stay full, upgraded you, made me wait too I made you my suede boo, main chick, wifey and Angel put ten Karrots on your wrist, five on your ankle my whole angle, allow you in my triangle to shine and twinkle, eat steak off a platinum single these other cats is rectangles, they sweat bad girls they Bullwinkles, tricks of Rip Van Winkles but now you mingle with a real cat that gets the Pringles and all you gotta be is thankful that we can see the sea food menu's push whips, hit all the venues fly gear sharp as Ginsu's stare at the other pairs of gym shoes as long as you continue, to keep it genu never pretend to, I know its in you the true Mommi, jigged out female Armani with tight Nani, sippin' on Cristal and Donny roll with mad Parmesani pretty the most, no lactose, had to play you close fataly attracted like Glen Close made other men ghost staright overdose of high post you rollin' with me, rich mans wife live your life in luxury, deluxe VP's hologram covered T.V''s 300 E with the CD sip Martini's in Tahiti Jamaican Rum inside the Kiwi play the major leagues, them other cats is pee-wee they see me and you boo, plush cribs in Malibu I'll profile with you, push my whip a mile or two you can have it all 'cause I like the style in you all you gotta do is be real and stay true chill in the Jacuzzi with the G tatoo by ya lap boo we can run around and act fool your Daddy Figure, the one that got love for you kid.... Chorus 2X Verse 2: Yo, we could sip ale on rocks sail on yachts rock the Rolex watch with hail on top boot knock, eat Lobster tail on docks Cristal inside the ice pail dont stop drop top, SEL, cell on lock gift shop, come out of Bloomingdales on cots you think not? you could see though go from Moschino to Tuxedo's as long as you only fuck me though house with the twin gazebo's Ceelo's, with the Champaigne orders by the waters of Puerto Rico peep the live show featuring Tito rockin' your fly Donna's private jet to the Bahamas you still knockin' all the Mommas premadonna on the set mad fly jewels around the neck cut perfect the linen skirt set didn't even flip the long Sable fur yet the iced out burgette with the matchin' purse set five thousand when the Shanelle was purchased strictly for the purpose I stress you to roll with mine lookin' live close from a day old drive, push a five jet ski drive, skooba-dive live not survive, tryin' to keep it alive watch the sun rise, clear blue skies too fly the sunshine got the ice blindin' your eye high priced merchandise shipped over shores seven Karrots out of Paris on the Concord with a fine broad bottle of wine poured bungalos bundles of ones with O's braodway shows, fly condos sweet as Pendinico, Tiger skins Albino live with Tony Bennet on piano, white lacker combo me and you cat, yo, we can see that, you in the new Spider me inside the navy blue Viper with the pipers, covered in some silk fibers millionaire type of wife to, brighten ta life up got you under the wing maybe run you my name everything one and the same your Daddy Figure who adore you spend for you bend for you hurt up other men for you down to bust around for you stick somebody in the ground for you kid, I'll hold it down for you I'll catch a round for you I'll lounge for you you know the deal, I love you to death just keep it real yo..... Chorus 2X

(Far Away Feeling) The Spell Of The Yukon

JIM REEVES "Talkin' To Your Heart"
[Spoken] I wanted the gold, and I sought it, I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy, I fought it; I hurled my youth into a grave. I wanted the gold, and I got it Came out with a fortune last fall, Yet somehow life's not what I thought it, And somehow the gold isn't all. No! There's the land. Have you seen it? It's the cussedest land that I know, From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it To the deep, deathlike valleys below. Some say God was tired when He made it; Some say it's a fine land to shun; Maybe; but there's some as would trade it For no land on earth, and I'm one. You come to get rich, damned good reason; You feel like an exile at first; You hate it like hell for a season, And then you are worse than the worst. It grips you like some kinds of sinning; It twists you from foe to a friend; It seems it's been since the beginning; It seems it will be to the end. I've stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow That's plumb-full of hush to the brim; I've watched the big, husky sun wallow In crimson and gold, and grow dim, Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming, And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop; And I've thought that I surely was dreaming, With the peace o' the world piled on top. The summer, no sweeter was ever; The sunshiny woods all athrill; The grayling aleap in the river, The bighorn asleep on the hill. The strong life that never knows harness; The wilds where the caribou call; The freshness, the freedom, the farness O God! how I'm stuck on it all. The winter! the brightness that blinds you, The white land locked tight as a drum, The cold fear that follows and finds you, The silence that bludgeons you dumb. The snows that are older than history, The woods where the weird shadows slant; The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery, I've bade 'em goodbye, but I can't. There's a land where the mountains are nameless, And the rivers all run God knows where; There are lives that are erring and aimless, And deaths that just hang by a hair; There are hardships that nobody reckons; There are valleys unpeopled and still; There's a land, oh, it beckons and beckons, And I want to go back, and I will. They're making my money diminish; I'm sick of the taste of champagne. Thank God! when I'm skinned to a finish I'll pike to the Yukon again. I'll fight, and you bet it's no sham-fight; It's hell! but I've been there before; And it's better than this by a greatsite So me for the Yukon once more. There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting; It's luring me on as of old; Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting So much as just finding the gold. It's the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder, It's the forests where silence has lease; It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder, It's the stillness that fills me with peace...

Embedded

JOB FOR A COWBOY "Genesis"
An incision leads to the future of the new world - a mark buried deep under the skin and flesh will define and distinguish man. Signatures implanted on the hands and forehead. Re-occurence of modern times and scriptures. Testament to holy doctrines written in vital blood. In the extent, all will hold something very similar and accordingly. All will bear his name with the distinct and original number of his signature. In a new world with suppressing technology. Lacerations lead to codes embedded in blood streams beneath the flesh. Currencies fuse together to form a solitary and overruling capital. Money evolves into cryptic letters and numbers that flow through the net - a conflagration set to diminish papered riches, depleting its masterdom. No longer capable of enslaving the likes of human kind from only presenting itself as a form of an object. Fragments of ash flow through the atmosphere's currents, onlookers breathe and inhale what they once worshipped. The demon's solution, a new world order.

All Eyez On Me

2PAC "All Eyez On Me"
(feat. Syke) ['Pac talking] Big Syke, Newt, Hank Beugard, Big Sur (yeah) Y'all know how this shit go (y'know) {All Eyez On Me} Motherfuckin O.G. Roll up in the club and shit (is that right?) {All Eyez On Me} {All Eyez On Me} But you know what? [2Pac] I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust So many playa hating niggaz tryin to sound like us Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin Well are you still down nigga? Holla when you see me And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me I got a caravan of niggaz every time we ride (every time we ride) Hittin motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by) Until I die; live the life of a boss playa Cause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later The futures in my eyes, cause all I want is cash and thangs A five-double-oh - Benz flauntin flashy rings, uhh Bitches pursue me like a dream Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend It seems - my main thang was to be major paid The game sharper than a motherfuckin razor blade Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies One nigga's gettin jealous, and motherfuckers died Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me We got foe niggaz, and lowriders, in ski masks screamin Thug Life every time they pass {All Eyez On Me} [Chorus One: 2Pac] Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die live the life of a boss playa {All Eyez On Me} cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me} Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die live the life of a boss playa, cause even gettin high.. [Syke] Heeyyy, to my nigga 'Pac.. So much trouble in the world, nigga Can't nobody feel your pain The world's changin everyday, times moving faaast My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last? I'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin life flawless Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve I'm takin off from the curb The nervousness neglect make me pack a tec Devoted to servin this, Moet and paaayyy-checks Like Akai satellite nigga I'm forever ballin It ain't right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin Sucker duck and get busted, no emotion My devotion is handlin my business nigga keep on coastin Where you goin I been there came back as lonely homie Steady flowin against the grain niggaz STILL don't know me It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit It ain't funny niggaz don't even know how to act - shit! What can I do, what can I say, is there another way? Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free Niggaz can't stand me - all eyes on me! [Chorus Two: 2Pac] I live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me} cause even gettin high {All Eyez On Me} I live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me} cause even gettin high [2Pac] The feds is watchin, niggaz plottin to get me Will I survive, will I die? Come on let's picture the possibility Givin me charges, lawyers makin a grip I told the judge I was raised wrong, and that's why I blaze shit Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager On my mobile callin big shots on the scene major Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the law Bitches I fuck with a passion, I'm livin rough and raw Catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane Hustle til the mornin, never stopped until the cash came Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high these niggaz got me tossin shit I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit Keep your head up nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer Up in the Benz burnin rubber The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped This criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket Get your money motherfucker let's get rich and we'll kick it All eyes on me! [Chorus Three: 2Pac] I live the life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me} cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me} I live the life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me} cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me} ['Pac talking] Pay attention my niggaz See how that shit go? Nigga walk up in this motherfucker and it be like 'bing!' Cops.. bitches.. everymotherfuckinbody [overlap] Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high I got bustas hoes and police watchin a nigga y'know? [overlap] I live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Livin life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high {All Eyez On Me} Hehehe.. it's like what they think? I'm walkin around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin? {All Eyez On Me} They think I'm goin back to jail, they REALLY on that dope [overlap] Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live my life as a boss playa I know y'all watchin, I know y'all got me in the scopes [overlap] Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high I know y'all know this is Thug Life baayy-bay Y'all got me under surveillance huh? {All Eyez On Me} But I'm knowin

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