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ST. LUNATICS lyrics - Free City

Icey

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[Nelly] I got a whole heard of cows ta die for my 6' Hockey players pagin' me to practice on my wrist 20 inch Aqua treads so my whip don't slip Pullin' up bringin joy (Joi) like my nigga Big Gipp If I go on a rampage then watch my mo' flip Draw from both hips, emptyin' both clips Got a whole lotta niggas wanna ride wit' me Now that a niggas so hot, can strike fire from me Thinkin' Nelly 'posed to take 'em outta poverty But when I tell 'em no, they think of robbin' me Son ain't no stoppin' me, some are home at Iceland Hang with penguins, like that's my reason (that's my reason) Like Earth, Wind and Fire, my parts that's freezin Last time you seen Nelly, snowin' in June You ever had a bicoastal orgy happen off in yo' room But what happen's in Cancun, stay's in Cancun [Chorus-2x (Nelly)] Icey that, icey this Icey neck, icey wrist Icey cris, I see miss Icey 6 tha sea six Icey fits on five, icey tips [Keyuan] I live the nice way, I store my jewels in an ice-tray How you want it, the man or the mice way Take two of the karats, call me in the mornin have an ice-day I stay in more leather than Andrew Dice Clay You might say I'm arrogant, just because I ain't sharin' it If the check ain't seven digits, I'm tearin' it If the 'Tics can't fit in my whip, then I ain't steerin' it Bombed Antartica, now a nigga wearin' it Catch me on my set wit' an iced out chain An iced out rapper wit' a iced out name A cold hand shake because of my pinky rang Iced-out Cartier's with a iced-out frame Catch me in an iced-out Range wit' icey dames Puffin', bling-bling, while she do tha damn thang I'm spendin' half my changes on clockin' thangs And I got a icey game like hockey man [Ali] I gave knowledge to scientists who brains was locked They didn't know that Iceland was just my jewelry box And then the South Pole, that's when I used to slang O's And moved to keys and bought diamonds outta control My poppa, Snow Man, momma, Eskimo So many rats that I need pest control Would cop from Jacob, but I don't know where he at So 'till I found that cat I guess I'll roll wit' Zach And puff sacks in the hydraulic-dancin' cars Gotta a caulus on my hand for poppin' Branson jaws Bitches be prancin' hard cuz they know we maintain With enough ice to freeze rain in a woodgrain Range Dual exaust playa, I keep some soft It's da gloss-boss, the floss-frost across the Randy Moss Until we meet again, y'all keep on servin' 'em out Nicky Sach, AKA, George Durban, what [Chorus-2x] [Murphy Lee] Young dude 'bout to do this like a veteran Long shorts, tall Timberland's Flossin' in my icey Vokal, Varsity letterman Icey headband to hold my baby-dreads in That's what it is and what it's betta been Cuz when I get cold I freeze, when I'm hot, I'm water On ice at all times, hittin' hockey player's daughters I'm like Ralph and the Honeymooners (Why I oughta!) Put ice on the S-T-L and my role model for startas I'm like icey as frozen foods with frostbit friends Who all like 'em thin with icey rear-ends, nine outta ten get hit Seven outta nine givin' icey head in the icey whip School boy keep a icey fit for icey mits Who like icey that and icey this Smoke a icey spliff gettin' icey lit By these Pizza Hut delivery chicks who love tips [City Spud] Aiyyo, I'm icey when you say Lunatics gon' ride Love when ya call me to make yo C.D. hot Niggas mad sayin, 'How you go from bottom to top' Juan B behind me when I do T.V. slots Now I'm at the bar floatin' from the icey jaw Know who we are when I pull up in tha icey car I ice the chain cuz niggas got twice the change I ice the ring and niggas go to sortin' the game So if I'm hot, I'm hot, if you not, you not And if I'm clockin' dough, let me tick and tock And if love ready to rock, yo I'm hot to trot Courtney B. ready to rock, I'm hot to trot Yellow Mack ready to rock, I'm hot to trot Cuda Love say I'm hot then I'm buyin' a yacht And a drop to shock these niggas who jock D's Think he might shock Eve, like the icey watchee Put these on six e's, if I want it I get it I do it for publise so honeys'll love this, ugh

Quality Of Life

JOE BUDDEN
Some niggas drink away the pain I think of ways to gain And it happens so naturally you think it’s pre-ordained Straight? escape from that ball and chain Can’t tell if I was in it for the long hall of fame wait I’m laying low on the Island Been learnt that saying no is a talent Niggas want beef but keeping up is a challenge Can’t tell if I’m tryna get even or find a balance But I’m much closer I won’t front Hoes love it, so sober yet he’s so blunt A charming asshole, want him all the same Tell him I feel the ice as its forming in my veins Chasing the high so much that we both hurting To the point it ain't even about the other person So we’re even, I’m in love with her rear and her pussy And she in love with the idea of what I could be On top of the world but it’s higher to fall Whats the point in dreaming big if you acquired it all But if lyricism is back, I helped it spearhead If we order Cl's make mine a year ahead I skip the club line and don’t get turned around For girls come at a high volume I don’t turn them down No pregnant hoes and no minors A1 bars with Em as a co-signer I fill the counter up without checking the cost yet I ain’t rich my nigga but check the way I offset Don’t get confused by the Bentleys and the Corvettes Got stories from my hood that’ll rival those of war vets Jersey city helped ‘im mould to what I amounted to My only beef is that they don’t hold itself accoutanble so A few resent me, but I’m cool with it They handed me the city before I knew what to do with it This last chick that I put under the wing Has taught me the younger the age, the younger she think I mean she shaped like a Stallion with bomb sex but don’t understand me when I’m trying not to be complex Done raising my voice, I ain't with it Whats the point of arguing if she ain't gonna get it Plus my future’s now, her’s is down the pipline And that's the difference between a good time and a lifetime But my current situation is I keep meeting chicks that need a way outta their current situation Some cool, some silly, some serious They tryna come up, I’m tryna cum period Nah, I don’t do the pick up lines I give her the number to the chauffer with a pick up time One week and it’s Vegas, the next week it’s Turks Hard to love a dude for him when it come with that many perks I need a sign she attracted to more than designer fabrics If by chance I’m passed my prime I’m tryna lap it Too many checks to deposit Smoke too many bones, no skeletons in my closet We’re talking rap off the work that I got If I ain't crack your top 10 you should reserve me a spot Till then, I play the strip club in jerz rocking So when life flash before my eyes, it’s all worth watching I’m ’bout honor and respect and boredom just made me rent a condo on the edge If God gave me anything I was hoping for a dope galore Try to quit, smoking more, just met her going raw So how could we end up trusting eachother When our bond started out with us judging eachother Both fronting like yeah, we just fucking each other But nobody getting fooled while we bluffing each other Got one girl, got too much history with Another that's never happy, too much misery with Another that’ll gussle shots til she literally sick And another that only text me to say “give me some dick” I swear, how could you ever say Joe went soft When if I tell you my problems, you think I’m showing off I keep it quiet, it’s all covered at my end My quality of life is pretty high end

Fuck U Man

Kool G. Rap
[Kool G Rap] I know this chick yo mami is rich she push a six Living some bloodshed her man is pushing bricks Crib way out in the sticks they house looking slick It's like some shit straight out of a Hollywood flick Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks Honey was thick I was the first nigga to kick Yo mami was thick silk skirt with thigh split I couldn't quit trying to peep out the privates The live shit, you know how loose I get I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick The type you want to pair with, have an affair with ? flip me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip Probably had to get with her man and shit Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first sight Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat like me to be dealing with mad feelings And even though mami was mad appealing Body revealing and big wheeling This shit is illin, I don't like it Fuck it, I can't fight it I reaching for the cordless to call Miss I insist to get with this Tan Tone answer the phone, Hello, who this? (chick) It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady Fine and how you doing boo (chick) Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through we could sip on some champagne from Spain boo About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo We link, push in the six circle circle drink To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint Went for a drink ? Hot shots Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove My eyes closed her nigga dozed, when I awoke Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets As I was speaking to this half black/latin freak Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks I was getting open, started laughing and joking We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and Said what the deal is, the realness My man is crazy as Bruce Willis If he catches us, he'll try to kill us He got a whole army of Kiiers Me no worry, I got the clapper son End of the first verse, chapter one Word Shit is real in the field Thug love story [G. Luciano] So here I am Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos With this chick I don't even really know Steady stressing me how ill her man is So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway Straight twisting mami's back out Hit three o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures [Kool G. Rap] The next day about a quarter to eight I heard a squeek on the staircase Got the gat from under the pillow case Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing Bullets was grazing, shit was crazy and I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped The other six started to pop, I feel something hot I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in Mash the gas, make the fucking wheel spin The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat Pulled over the Jeep get it in And took a rest stop at the river bend We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs delivering Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon Up in the moonlit room, and dicking her womb Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda She rode the dick like a honda I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot jism Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism I thought about the realism Niggas coming and bring they steel with them I got just the thing to deal with them Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed Push a niggas whole head back, so I snatched that So quick spread out and play the layout Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out [G. Luciano] Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something? [Mami] I'm a little worried baby [G. Luciano] Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright Everything is gonna be alright [Mami] OK [G. Luciano] Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever And we gonna get out of there, alright? [Mami] Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito [G. Luciano] Alright, grab that bag money [Mami] Let's do this, baby [Kool G. Rap] After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random Five hundred grand is buried in the sand We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm counting the dough She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those Shit was sitting on some chrome momo's Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O Told the chick, yo you moving to slow Speed it up baby, we got to go And get this plane and hit the Caymans With the payment, somebody came in A platoon of goons with heaters aiming I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and Put the heater to the chicks brain and I let my two guns drop, they got the drop They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot Nigga was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish Thinking he's out to take advantage So we're out in the fucking Atlantic With no lifesavers and stranded Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore Said, amor you won't be pretty no more Took us on a tour, down in the deck Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet Saw this nigga there, holding the Tec Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas stressed We up beside a horrible mess I saw a box with the letters on it S.O.S So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast Held her in my arms till her soul finally left I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death A real thug lost the only women he loved And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars above Word

A Thug's Love Story (Chapter I, Ii, Iii)

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo "Roots of Evil"
[Kool G Rap] I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks Crib way out in the sticks, they house looking slick It's like some shit straight out of a Hollywood flick Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to kick Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split I couldn't quit, trying to peep out the privates The live shit, you know how loose I get I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick The type you want to pair with, have an affair with ? flip me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip Probably had to get with her man and shit Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first sight Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat like me to be dealing with mad feelings And even though mami was mad appealing Body revealing and big wheeling This shit is illin, I don't like it Fuck it, I can't fight it I reaching for the cordless to call Miss I insist to get with this Tan Tone answer the phone, Hello, who this? (chick) It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady Fine and how you doing boo (chick) Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through we could sip on some champagne from Spain boo About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo We link, push in the six circle circle drink To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint Went for a drink ? Hot shots Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove My eyes closed her nigga dozed, when I awoke Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets As I was speaking to this half black/latin freak Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks I was getting open, started laughing and joking We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and Said what the deal is, the realness My man is crazy as Bruce Willis If he catches us, he'll try to kill us He got a whole army of Kiiers Me no worry, I got the clapper son End of the first verse, chapter one Word Shit is real in the field Thug love story [G. Luciano] So here I am Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos With this chick I don't even really know Steady stressing me how ill her man is So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway Straight twisting mami's back out Hit three o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures [Kool G. Rap] The next day about a quarter to eight I heard a squeek on the staircase Got the gat from under the pillow case Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing Bullets was grazing, shit was crazy and I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped The other six started to pop, I feel something hot I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in Mash the gas, make the fucking wheel spin The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat Pulled over the Jeep get it in And took a rest stop at the river bend We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs delivering Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon Up in the moonlit room, and dicking her womb Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda She rode the dick like a honda I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm My dick glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot jism Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism I thought about the realism Niggas coming and bring they steel with them I got just the thing to deal with them Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed Push a niggas whole head back, so I snatched that So quick spread out and play the layout Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out [G. Luciano] Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something? [Mami] I'm a little worried baby [G. Luciano] Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright Everything is gonna be alright [Mami] OK [G. Luciano] Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever And we gonna get out of there, alright? [Mami] Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito [G. Luciano] Alright, grab that bag money [Mami] Let's do this, baby [Kool G. Rap] After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random Five hundred grand is buried in the sand We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm counting the dough She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those Shit was sitting on some chrome momo's Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O Told the chick, yo you moving to slow Speed it up baby, we got to go And get this plane and hit the Caymans With the payment, somebody came in A platoon of goons with heaters aiming I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and Put the heater to the chicks brain and I let my two guns drop, they got the drop They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot Nigga was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish Thinking he's out to take advantage So we're out in the fucking Atlantic With no lifesavers and stranded Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore Said, amor you won't be pretty no more Took us on a tour, down in the deck Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet Saw this nigga there, holding the Tec Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a niggas stressed We up beside a horrible mess I saw a box with the letters on it S.O.S So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast Held her in my arms till her soul finally left I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death A real thug lost the only women he loved And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars above Word

Get Ya

TWISTA "Legit Ballin' - Vol.1"
(feat. Highbeam) Weee straight [Highbeam] Extra extra read all about it The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album Fuck a truce put the side on the news Got killers that'll ride from the loc to the deuce I heard a shot proof flip nigga gimme a bitch at the Martigra crowd flipping the trigga You still a bitch nigga Sticking ya head up at a meter now you die how do ya figure Acting hard with your Capris on I come out at the neck of the woods on ya ass nigga ease on And where ya from no ain't shit to me Bring that ass to the tailor talking shit sent ya ass history Evident you you weren't meant to be Jacking over another niggas loot and fucking up the currency Born and bad seed outta the crowd Like David Gunna you don't wanna see me angry pal I'll raise up on ya ass like a root canal Get fucking up shit like the trenchcoat mafia Unbelievable how we popping ya [Chorus: Highbeam + Twista] [H] Them state street boys will get ya [T] Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya [H] Them Westside guys will get ya [T] Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya [H] Them Southside boys will get ya [T] Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor [H] Them Chi Town boys will get ya [T] Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pre scripture [Highbeam] Let em all know now we piece and spit Talk about shit bout we ain't choking thangs I gave two to the motherfucking pork chop and watch his body drop man Let em test the skills of us niggas thats triggerly inclined Dump off on the rocks and monica red link while blocks young guns on the grind Out on the field what would a tribe nigga do In a kill or be killed situation Drama's what you motherfuckers facing While he running I'm walking like Jason Shocking your motherfucking body like grave dig Then we dumping you all the say did I bring pain to y'all niggas who be hating Forcification bout my nation got me sniffing up information Gimme the body dig a ditch Bury the motherfuckers like old ancient blue prints Execute you use em find em hit em split em 4 to the vest What a way make to rhinos rip through the flesh God bless us thugs that hold our own controls On a mission yaking the snitch know to get it on 24 hour ghetto jeep is at the door Lynch mob made me how you and your goofy click and your throat is gone, suffocating em by dozens Running with grim reapers handing out some good guns And it all kicked off some shit you said Now look at the little pus dressed up in red [Chorus: Highbeam + Twista] [H] Them state street boys will get ya [T] Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya [H] Them Westside guys will get ya [T] Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya [H] Them Southside boys will get ya [T] Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor [H] Them Chi Town boys will get ya [T] Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pre scripture [H] Them St. Louis boys will get ya [T] Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya [H] Them Houston guys with get ya [T] Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya [H] Them Cleveland boys will get ya [T] Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor [H] Them dirty South boys will get yet [T] Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pre scripture [Highbeam] Whatcha gone do when them niggas run up to you Don't fold stroll mean mugging you with them thangs out How you gonna play that terror roll or let the merch unfold slaughtery act at 11 to it and then die Laid off in the streets with a psychotic thugs wont stop playing for keeps He waiting to get tipped for your and your peeps Clock ticking slow its a quarter past three Lights on lights off in your community Your block's having problems with electricity Beat gang and in the presence of the one you envy So go collect strucks chains greens and weed Burn off a little bit of rubber if you ride with me Slipping the clip in and put your pistol back on your hip And I'm giving you half of the wild green Down with them niggas Mobstability Let's keep em feeling me we bogus with vocal trilogy Get in a game where you get crapped out Spooking the mouses with design got them niggas pulling macks out For the love of the green liar promotion Hell if I expose ya mad assed out blowing some backs out [Chorus: Highbeam + Twista] [H] Them state street boys will get ya [T] Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya [H] Them Westside guys will get ya [T] Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya [H] Them Southside boys will get ya [T] Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor [H] Them Chi Town boys will get ya [T] Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pre scripture [H] Them St. Louis boys will get ya [T] Betta be ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya [H] Them Houston guys with get ya [T] Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya [H] Them East coast boys will get ya [T] Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor [H] Them dirty South boys will get yet [T] Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pre scripture

25 To Life

WYCLEF JEAN "Masquerade"
(feat. Xzibit, Juvenile,Nature, Ja Rule,Reptile) [Wyclef talking:] Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to (Wake up everybody) Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on bring the heat. [Xzibit (overlaps)] Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin' and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin' but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down by liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General walk one day in the shoes of a criminal death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels, & Bentleys I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentyne see what I mean livin' with the scum of the earth hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside [Wyclef] (For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life) [Juvenile] You got me fucked up I'm innocent look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side but you believin' that bitch You makin' my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo' 'cause I know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout lettin' me go Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv' I can't do nothin' for ya Y'all go tell that to my mother & my father but they gon' cus y'all so don't you even bother you know that shit ain't right that bitch didn't see nothin' 'cause it was dark at night but I guess us blacks look the same to y'all passin' niggas around like a game of ball This is my third felony plus my third strike man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life. (For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life) QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize you been the same muthafucka since in high school any beat I shed light to with crazy wattage Blankin' out bought my first eight ball for eighty dollars learned who not to trust grew obnoxious so niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us circlin' but they don't slow down take you to court think you seein' Judge Joe Brown they just actin' Indy's throwin' Tyson back in another year fuckin' with a nigga's career I cock back at bust in the air give me space beats with plenty bass drink my Hennessey straight 'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas hearts and turn killers into girl scouts works of art Picasso from the Hydro roller-slash-hustler CEO-slash-retired soldier (For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life) [Ja Rule] Kill or be killed behind the wall 40 day short still the thought of murderer true to the sport I bang with the best niggas them career criminals now I'm in with these youngins lookin' to feel me out Hollerin' 'bout how they gon' hit on me now Niggas is real wild bangin' before trial new kicks new trial I don't give a fuck I'm playin' the yard ox taped to my nuts ready to self destruct Lord I don't wanna die but what powered your honor to hit me with 25 I know that real recognize every hustle and die with these niggas in the struggle Ya feel me [Reptile] Oh God shells loaded in the semi auto quoted unknown cat never voted picture me on the scene huntin' for greens like Mike Meyers trick or treatin' on Halloween mashed down in the fatigues servin' the fiends kill or be killed metal pipes under the sleeve in the city slicker bust checks or puff cess ruffneck love liquor & act figures bloodsport on the streets no gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug you 'bout to die thug! Call the President I'm blowin' up ya residence spill acid on the corpse to clear the evidence Protestors outside screamin' free Gotti guard your body SWAT teams is waitin' with the shotty (For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life) [Wyclef:] Y'all need to (wake up everybody) [REPEAT] For all my people doin' time keep your head up Wyclef Jerry 'Wonder' New Millenium new millenium come on

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