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PASTOR TROY lyrics - D.S.G.B. I Am D.S.G.B.

Oh Father

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I was that cool motherfucker but living in the world of these cruel motherfuckers society they made me a fool motherfucker and sixteen shots leaving the pussies taking cover huh I'm sorry mother motherfuckers just ain't like me the fucking grave by twenty one is so likely a million letters from the penn niggaz writing me fuck the system the DEA sellin all the damn yay so I pray them fuckers die and when they leave let them pussy motherfuckers fry and make they families eternally have to cry and crucify me and label me the n ride I testify I'm ready Oh father come and take me I surrender I'm ready [repeat 4X] Statistics said I wouldn't live to see the grey in my head there is to much drama in theses streets to much heat and she said wont let the feds red said they want no dust in my tomb so I keep my eyes red and I stay in my room I'm prayin soon that my income cause income is halted if you got then I got it but anyone can talk it and i thought it was simply me but it's universal cause this shit's the real deal try to feel the commercial america tell me where is the freedom of liberty this place ain't meant for me so I got a quarter key and move it like ryder trucks those crackers are already stuck a path for my niggaz because my niggaz ain't give a fuck bout nothin they had to say we always move tha yay your game but we can play and lucifer better pray that I do not do what i just planned to do yesterday I sware to god in Georgia Oh father come and take me I surrender I'm ready [repeat 4X] This is for my folks in Cuba This is for my folks in Jamaica This is for my folks in Africa, we ready Them crackers had me fucked up I scooped a job for a minute but couldn't deal with the pay I quit that shit in a day back on the grind servin my yay nothing to say but I tried I'm told there is a better way but who going to pull me inside they in they ride disappointed because I had bad luck I ain't ever goin to sell this shit my nigga I'm stuck my people roll they window up and then they hit and they lock its fucked up but thats the way it is down here on the block man everyone servin some rocks if not some rocks some weed everybody's trapped high I cant afford the heat its kinda neat how they just creep and kick the door off the hinge and when theses motherfuckers leave they taking all of my friends no way to win cause we are in for the ride of our lives I was writing this shit I had to wipe my eye cause this is chaos they after us we'll never succede cause we some ignorant niggaz but all we need is to see I guarantee if we stop competing get our children off these fucking streets and get 'em to reading now I'm just speaking shit who am I to tell anyone I'm telling ya there ain't nothing new up under the sun you got your gun well fuck ya gun if you goin run when they chase ya why don't you do some of that crazy shit threathen tha basser now or later we going to have to stand up and fight we pay the taxes in this bitch nigga use your rights now I know I ain't right but ill be damned if I'm wrong they say two wrongs don't make a right but it is making me strong and when I'm gone I hope this song rang in your heart my nigga ain't no better time then right now to start Oh father come and take me I surrender I'm ready [echoes] [repeat 4X]

One Love

Cormega
[Featuring Mobb Deep] (Intro / Mobb Deep): Ha ha... Yeah... Uh huh right... Part the crowd like the Red Sea... Let's fight to this... Don't even tempt me... (Chorus / Mobb Deep): We wanna kill you... (make y'all niggaz fight to this) We wanna kill you... (Prodigy): Eh yo Peace to our way of life Hats off to all the trife Let's toast to fully autos and foot long knives Specially for stacks of green packs My outfit ah perform, so blow all stained raps Now let me take y'all niggaz back to my basics of this Ya ancient to flip, fag catch a face lift My shank do remarkable things for fakeness My whole Mobb got the same patience Throw on your tracks 8-6 And make moves like a space ship We pack places, Infamous bangs ya nation Ya light at the weight station That weak shit need replacing, put this in heavy rotation Overdose music It's theraputic to the user Driving wild under the influence of this Careful, cuz ya might just crash ya shit Total ya whip and still pull my tape out the deck Me and Mobb tryin to connect like thirty thousand dollar links Unpoppable, unstoppable, topple (Cormega): Yo, my drug cliental was bringing me money well Smoking Buddha L's and weed so good They leave a funny smell Niggaz scoping me, hoping police is close to me Mega regulatin' The way shit's supposed to be Gold chain choking me, cocaine provoking me To live my destiny (ha) Jacuzzi water soaking me Floating in smoky Durango Doing my thing yo, my mac milli Sweeter than a mango Son, you know the drilly The drama is a part of me Did time for cocaine, nines and armed robbery My rhyme written graffiti is a live nigga prophecy Mega poetic rhymes are like dimes but no credit I leave ya mind paralysed dun, but don't wet it Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama And I embrace this, real shit You banned from the projects Your love here, ancient (fuck that) Yo, I'ma see you Nigga, you transperant see through Rhymes fully automated, you semi crime related Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazing Thug shit you can't fuck with... What!!! (Havoc): Fuck ya bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet Talking all that shit, don't even got cash yet I floss, try to get away No gats tossed Got drama with my click, I'ma take it to the source Q.B.C. representative, I'm just trying to live If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to ya kids Spray ya crib, fuck it son Something gotta give If I can't live then ain't nothing gonna live That's dead ass But to put this whole shit in a smash You real, hit that ass up on four wheels All jokes aside, you goin' squeal like them other rappers You know we kick the truth, you wanna clap us I got this, strictly out the mouth nothing but hot shit Pop shit, you couldn't fuck this when we drop shit You helpless, put your whole shit outta service Put on some old shit (Thank God for this) Yo, if it wasn't Them niggaz like us, you just be ash dust Hustling for petty kid cash Come on know, you know I know When it comes to gats, I'ma a hoe Never bite my tongue, let them player haters know how we coming Straight coming through while you running Get done-ed, have that ass shaking like a bitch when she coming One in a mil, slip that ass like a mickie It's fifty-fifty fucking with this, nigga just come and get me No doubt... (Chorus / Havoc) We wanna kill you (that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right)

Cpt All Day

MC Ren "Ruthless for Life"
(MC Ren:) I fuck so good I make dike bitches straight and give em mo love jones then Lorenz' tape Nigga outta state been to every nigga hood gets treated like Farhekahn, the shit is all good Niggaz be on their knees like their ready to suck a dick beggin Like niggaz about to beat they ass caught for bootleggin The Villain be havin keys to black holes in space hoes beggin a nigga to lick my nuts for a taste Dick be so huge, givin em over bites like Monefa, Be hard to leave the room when she undress that black moon, My shit explodin more than Timothy McVeigh, fuck with me I'll take yo ass off the L like K day Compton niggaz fighting more than MGM Grand fucking bitches looking like the real Roxanne Niggaz know they can't fuck with me, It's CPT all day howz it gone be niggaz? (T-Girl:) Chorus: Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck, where the fuck you from nigga what the fuck up? CPT nigga that's how it gotta be call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me. Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck, where the fuck you from nigga what the fuck up? CPT nigga that's how it gotta be call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me. (MC Ren:) I don't be givin a fuck I be making these niggaz/bitches pissy comin at me with that bullshit yall can miss me, A REAL NIGGA You know yall niggaz used to wanna be, to hard motherfuckers like me and E [Eazy-E], Full of freaky tails like Short, Gotta killa appettite, Yo bitch chose me cause I could fuck her all night You niggaz worse than Deangelo bitin Prince or heavy D biting Biggy, I'll slap yo ass silly Real niggaz made Will Smith leave Philly not Jada These bitch niggaz turnin into Ren hatas Cause I still get paid for writing that street shit that they play that make mothufukkas start fightin So come on, hop on my nuts like everybody did Greenbay, still won't believe it like the screenplay, You wack niggaz tryin to walk around proud you muthufukkin groupies aint allowed. (T-Girl:) Chorus: Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck, where the fuck you from nigga what the fuck up? CPT nigga that's how it gotta be call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me. Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck, where the fuck you from nigga what the fuck up? CPT nigga that's how it gotta be call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me. (MC Ren:) I gives a fuck, you niggaz mad cause I made your bitch hot, I saw you slap her ass in the parking lot Compton niggaz like me be born macks add it to this fuckin nigga if you wore black Gang shit change, Compton still the shit niggaz know In this rap shit Compton Niggaz all pro That street shit, yall niggaz know who made the best Compton niggaz holding down the whole fucking west Nobody tryin to see yo ass like that movie Booty Call mo suave than MJG and 8ball Niggaz mo bitchy than that nigga Genuwine the bitches are free, but stupid niggaz buy the wine Compton niggaz be takin pussy, on GP or they be down to suck yo dick if you MC But if you aint the viialin hold yo dick in yo hand tell em give me The bitches strip tease like Demi. (T-Girl:) Chorus: Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck, where the fuck you from nigga what the fuck up? CPT nigga that's how it gotta be call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me. Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck, where the fuck you from nigga what the fuck up? CPT nigga that's how it gotta be call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me. (MC Ren:) Bitch niggaz that's how it gotta be (T-Girl:) Punk bitches that's how it gotte be (MC Ren:) Bitch niggaz that's how it gotta be Call my niggaz from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me. (T-Girl:) Punk bitches that's how it gotta be (MC Ren:) Bitch niggaz that's how it gotta be (T-Girl:) Punk bitches that's how it gotta be Call my niggaz from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me.

Small World

NAS "I Am"
[Nas] See no evil.. fear no evil.. speak no evil.. hear no evil.. If you don't bring that shit around you You ain't got nuttin to worry about (uh-huh) Yeah (yeah, uh-huh) Knah-sayin Yo, yo yo yo Carolyn, from Maryland, she Lady Heroin She elegant -- her apparel in the M-Class caravan Ki's of dope, lovin cats to ski in her dope She fuck killers in her condo, her Benz and her boat Her iced throat, ass is curvy, 40 years old She passin for 30, Gucci framed glasses from Purvy's Madison Ave., shoppin when she not, coppin bricks of that shit She hoppin on dicks, ridin Pony's who trick At my man's wake, she said the eulogy After that I usually, bumped into her shoppin for jewerly Her bodyguard screwin me, I gave her my math Ain't nothin new to me, blowin backs out, six-pack Stout's Wide fat mouth, the evil look, with a bow-leg Yo niggaz said, 'Shorty's a pro, she blow heads She push the fo' red, she know Feds, Feds know her' A code red, maybe she's out to slay me, this bitch is crazy She blew the celly up, meet me at the telly to fuck She knew about, cats from way back, we smoke the haystack She never cough once, blunts was her hobby She said I knew her man probably, no doubt, not since he tried to rob me I jetted though, sometimes you never know He snorted all her work, now she need me, to do her dirty work It's a small world ('It's a.. small world..') Nigga you reap what you sew What goes around, comes around If you sleep you don't know A very small world ('It's a.. small world..') where beef could never end At the time you least expect it I'ma see you again It's a small world ('It's a.. small world..') You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow Yo it's a small world Watch what you do.. ('It's a.. small world..') Snook from Redhook was grimy, did five years, glad to be home from Attica known, for keepin chrome calibers Smooth like a Wallaby shoe, he's out to get it Five years plannin to blow, soon as he hit the bri-dicks Had a girl in Woodside Queens, thought he was low Played the crib for a month, and deaded his P.O. Started robbin niggaz til he caught a whole kilo He had a bunch of starvin niggaz he owe, he never paid though Got large, sign on his door, 'Don't knock hard' Layin with his bitch, niggaz is rich, is what he told her Played the block, holdin cracks inside the baby stroller Here come his crazy soldier, six shots it's over A year went past, Snook went flossin fast His old man had crossed his ass, for the laws of this fast cash It's a small world ('It's a.. small world..') Nigga reap what you sew What goes around, comes around If you sleep you don't know A very small world ('It's a.. small world..') where beef could never end At the time you least expect it I'ma see you again nigga It's a small world, no doubt ('It's a.. small world..') You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow It's a small world Watch what you do.. ('It's a.. small world..') I seen death, seen thugs cry, it's bugged why we let the slugs fly, enter your brain, through your skull Another thug died, pitchin your soul, into that infinite black hole, where many souls go cause of a fo'-fo' blast Snook was one of em, so many more Even that Fendi whore, got niggaz hit up yeah let that Henny pour Carolyn, paid-up bitch, made bitch, stay rich Heard her bodyguard took Snook to God Carolyn when she needed him, he took the job He was close to her, ever since she took him inside When his moms died, dopefiend OD-ed, eighty-five He went crazy, stuck up banks, to stay alive He was live - do niggaz even know the things that he tried Robbed armored trucks - incidents where po-lice died He stayed in lower Eastside, peace God (peace God) He starin at me hard Two of his mans with him, I got to hit em I'm reachin for my Roscoe, cocked it back on, and get my blast on At the gas station, bunch of Arabs racin out the way, as my Torah spray, jump in the whip Hit the highway, you know how I say, the game that I play It's real tendencies, when you feel your enemies but can't figure out whose who, keep it true Shit is cool now -- put the tools down Never Cause everyday is on, livin this life, out for this cheddar It's a small world ('It's a.. small world..') Nigga you reap what you sew What goes around, comes around If you sleep you won't know A very small world ('It's a.. small world..') where beef, never ends At the time you least expect it I'ma see you again It's a small world ('It's a.. small world..') You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow It's a small world Watch what you do.. ('It's a.. small world..') ('I'm going to see you again.. Uh-huh.. I'm going to see you again.. nigga.. Uh-huh.. going to see you again nigga.. yeah..')

Story

LOON
Yea check it out uh yo Yo I was sittin on the block wit the deuce deuce the bubble goose nigga popped up the blue cupe nigga moose this nigga fishy he stay pisy run u behind niggaz the blizy n get busy. I seen niggaz resent some nigga wrist be broke ova dis coke or pocket fulla crispy dolla billz make nigga swallow the steal but most nigga cant swallow a pill. Know how that feel? But back to the skit nigga in back of the whip with the widows have way down bout to clap on some shit n im rappin n shit to this platinum chick n what's fucked up I got shorty in back of the whip im paraniod but I still got the gat n the clip if them niggaz spit I got spit back at the whip if it goes down shorty whole back will get ripped n dast low down real theatrical shit so I grabbed shorty hand took a couple a paces said some Hail Mary maintain my patience. O shit this nigga spit full quick I threw shorty down n let off the whole clip then reloaded but hold in the whole whip n broad day so niggaz done witnessed the whole shit. Had to flee this shit is blast for me I took a couple a steps n nigga blasted me. This nigga moose got loose from caboose aint think bout a truths try to knock my dick loose my deuce deuce aint fuc'n wit moose 40 I try to save the chick but the nigga done lose shorty. Two to her gut 1 to her chest 1 to her head now shorty layin in puddles in red fuck it im fed im tryna figure if its somthinin I said that got this dumb nigga bustin out lead discussion is dead. I understand this man he got a canon in his hand the sound of loon the shit is bananas my one plan was to hit n run fam but god saved my life when he made his gun jam time to leave but he still tryna squeeze stead of tryna buy some time on his knees nigga please you got know reason to buck up knowin u bout to get shot the fuck up duke was brave but his stupid ways the reason why im bout to twist duke twopay n ima squeezing but the gun wouldn't shot no strays now we even but the nigga like 6'2. What would you do? Im bout to out fox dis nigga son at 165 ima box but what he don't know loon bout to ox dis nigga hit his dead in his fuc'n neck when I chop dis nigga but thoughts in my mind telling me let it slide so ima get in my ride n catch duke another time just circle the block smoke a purple n chok this nigga heart stop nigga died right on the stop. No bullshit collapse right on the block crack heads went in slacks hit his right in his knot save me the trouble now my phone on bubble feds tap on my line like nigga condone the trouble walk out my motha fuc'n hole is a struggle fuck the pigs I don't own no shovel. What the fuck? Now all that bullshit I done been through wit this nigga I ain't lay a single solitary motha fuc'n hand on this nigga this nigga drop dead these motha fuc'n is on my ass like I did somthin to this nigga word to my motha this shit is some real bull shit man this nigga fuc'n killed my motha fuc'n bitch now I'm runnin around like motha fuc'n Harrison Ford like I'm some motha fuc'n fugitive or somthin man this is some real bullshit man but Ima ride this shit out man cuz I'm a motha fuc'n bad boy.

Holla

JAY-Z "The Dynasty Roc La Familia"
Uh huh Is y'all ready? Is y'all ready?? HOOK 2X: Holla! If you real and you know you a G Holla! Deep in these streets when you pumpin that D Holla! Be in your hood screamin fuck police Holla! You keep a gun and you bust for beef [Verse 1] Niggas say I'm focused now, they know that's my style But dogg, I'm on the block with that coke and a smile I still got the crack heads I.D. And they know, I collect for the first and fifteenth I still take cabs to that capsule spot For them 31 illusions and them purple tops And the game aint change, niggas is taught different I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slippin That's why I eat, sleep, shit with my gat Bag up, take a piss, fuck a bitch with my gat And I done sold it all from crack to marijuana You can't deny it, I'm in hoods like Tom Warner Beat cop, take away, I keep my shit They don't know I deliver off the beeps I get And you snitch ass niggas wanna peep my shit But I'ma show you how deep into these streets I get HOOK [Verse 2] See what this game made, and *of age I came* And you up and coming rappers know you young to this game *I went from Marcy to Hollywood, I'm back again* I don't need no applaud, to clap again Let alone, no award, from rap to win Talk drama, get yourself wrapped up in Severe head trauma, get beat with the nine lime-a Cut your hand off if you fuckin with my product That slayed shit, I'm on the grave shift We all know fucked up money don't pay rent You short with my ones, you short one thumb You can't, come up short where the fuck I'm from We got, dues to pay, new tools to spray Who's to say, Bleek won't make news today You know the ooze'll spray if you refuse to pay And I move the yae nigga day by day HOOK

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