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Barely Legal (Remix)

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I didn't take no shortcuts I spent the money that I saved up Oh Mama running out of luck But like my sister don't give a fuck These strange manners I love them so I wish you'd wear your new trenchcoat I don't show up on weekdays That's something that you learned yesterday I just want to misbehave I just want to be your slave Oh you ain't got nothing I want But I want it all, I just cant figure out Nothing I want to steal your innocence To me my life it don't make sense $25 wont get me far My last resort is to steal your car Drive you to work, you'll be on time Your little problems they're not yours they're mine Come on listen to what I say I got some secrets that will make you stay I just want to turn you down I just want to turn you around Oh you ain't got nothing I want But I want it all, I just cant figure out Nothing And all we said is I'm a freak He ordered them to make mistakes And altogether it went well We made pretend we were best friends Today's the day that I was born He wont leave me alone he keeps asking for more Together again like the beginning For the record its between you and me I want to steal your innocence To me my life it don't make sense Oh his strange manners I love them so Why wont he wear his new trench coat? I didn't take no shortcuts I spent the money that I saved up Aw Mama running out of luck But like my sister don't give a fuck I just want to turn you down Maybe later I'll turn you around You ain't never had nothing I want But I want it all, I just cant figure out Nothing And all we said is I'm a freak He ordered them to make mistakes And altogether it went well We made pretend we were best friends Today's the day that I was born He wont leave me alone he just asks for more Together again like the beginning I said, its between you and I

Always Coming Back Home To You

ATMOSPHERE "Seven's Travels"
To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers To emo kids that got too many feelings He held the register open while he counted her change I was next in line which meant I was invisible From where I stood I could see that the till was full He didn't look the type to play superhero So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath Bangles in my head, shake the song off Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk A car pulled up, a fixed up cutlass A woman and a child climbed out and left it running They went inside of the deli, placed an order With the extra dollar fifty bottled water cause the daughters picky When they came out mommy gave me a glance That said man can love an angel but he's got to take the chance Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walk So they got back in the Oldsmobile, belted up, and took off Thug love on the corner by the walgreens Lookin at me like I'm just another square saltine As I get closer I notice that they showing each other sketches Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce Swear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis Respect the life and the fashions of the children It's the only culture I've got, exactly what we've been building All of a sudden I'm in front of some man No he's a youngin but he's got a gun in his hand He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid Immediately apprehensive til I heard him say "Do you want this It's not mine I promise I found it on my block in between a couple garages Didn't wanna leave it for a child to stumble over I don't even know how to hold it." It was a thirty eight, the poor man's machete Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected, Wedged it behind my belt buckle Knowing that its evil, even thought that I could smell trouble The extra strength felt weak, But over there on the corner saw what I needed and proceeded to cross the Street Put the heat in the mail box to loose it Figured that the post office knows whats best to do with it Mosey down the road thinkin' bout the old I use to roam this zone with two feet of snow Right here, this use to be a record shop I've gotten love, I've gotten drunk, I've gotten beat up in that parking lot I've had my lake street pride for three decades These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days Before I was a germ learning how to misbehave, All the way to the grave, south side is my resting place Took a right on Lyndale I'm getting near But then the road became empty and the people disappeared The clouds ran away, opened up the sky And one by one I watched every constellation die And there I was frozen, standing in my backyard Face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star I should've known, walked all the way home To find that she wasn't here, I'm still all alone No matter where I am, no matter what I do I'm always coming back home to you They can leave me for dead they can take away my true I'm always coming back home to you Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew I'm always coming back home to you As sure as the life in the garden that you grew I'm always coming back home to you No matter where I am, no matter what I do I'm always coming back home to you If only I had known what you already knew I'm always coming back home to you From the heaven I've had to the hell I been through I'm always coming back home to you I'm always coming back home to you

D'Evils

JAY-Z "Reasonable Doubt"
This shit is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak We're all trying to win, but then again Maybe it's for the best though, 'cause when they're seeing too much You know they're trying to get you touched Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand the mechanics And the workings of the underworld, granted Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot Life ills, poison my body I used to say 'fuck mic skills,' and never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz I break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles on all the evils that the game'll do It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us And now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils... We used to fight for building blocks Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing The closest of friends when we first started But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-hearted Thinking back when we first learned to use rubbers He never learned so in turn I'm kidnapping his baby's mother My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced So I kept feeding her money 'til her shit started to make sense Who could ever forsee, we used to stay up all night at slumber parties now I'm trying to rock this bitch to sleep All the years we were real close Now I see his fears through her tears, know she's wishing we were still close Don't cry, it is the (beat) In time, I'll take away your miseries and make 'em mine, D'Evils... My flesh, no nigga could test My soul is possessed by D'Evils in the form of diamonds and lexuses The exorcist, got me doing skits like Homie You don't know me, but the whole world owe me Strip! Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fucking life So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothing nice Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly But now this higher learning got the Remy in me Liquors invaded my kidneys Got me ready to lick off, mama forgive me I can't be held accountable, D'Evils beating me down, boo Got me running with guys, making G's, telling lies that sound true Come test me, I never cower For the love of money, son, I'm giving lead showers Stop screaming, you know the demon said it's best to die And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'Evils...

One Of A Kind

ATMOSPHERE "God Loves Ugly"
Paaaaain (X3) The way she listen to what the emcee said She might as well plug the RCA cords into her head TakinEthat into consideration at the center of creation, Cats still criticize my frustration raps. Well off he goes, coming cop some flows Cross your toes and hopes that I don't climb you like an obstacle Mission impossible, fishinEin the kitchen sink Ya'll fall for anything so what you think this kid will bring? Poker face, let me hold my place. The name is safe as Slug, but you, you can call me grace Open invitation to catch today's ejaculation all across the front of your pretty little apron. This goes to those that own a mouth full of Sean's load. Thanks for starting, now you're barking down the wrong road Sacrifice plays a part in grabbing mics, from now to the afterlife I'll continue passion-like. I love this fuckinEwhore with all my heart And ain't nobody gonna stop me from doing my part. It gave me life, it saved me life, it raised me right So slideshow and deciding please hand over that mic. (Chorus) X2 Who am I? One of a kind, Send emEone at a time You're all the same only separate by kick snares and names. And some of ya'll even share the same names, So fuck you and your lies baby, show no shame. So point a finger at the sucker that's having a good summer Ain't got no bread, no needto know wonder But I got the phone number to this weakness, I know who can put me back together, make me feel whole So take me apart, try to break me down, Spend all you got just to hate the clown. You can fake the frown, imitate the sound Underworld, world-wide, wide world of underground It goes, one little, two little, three little indie rap Headphones, backpacks watch emEall piggyback Switch up my styles, they all complain But see which kids next year sound the same as me? The same shit yesterday was like today Only difference is I trust even less of what you say But all in all I still make the noise, I still break the toys, I still hate your voice I still say fuck a major label till it limps, Put your deal up our table and we'll show you who's the pimp. There is no sympathy for the careless, Fuck the extra credit and fuck the demerits. Class dismissed. Paaaaain (X3) (You're all the same) (Chorus) X3

This Is My Life

KING LIL G "Blue Devil 2"
[Verse 1:] I was the kid that didn't get shit for Christmas My moms didn't care about goodnight kisses Fuck it At least I got hugs from my sister Never let me down I got love for my sister In the hood it got cold in the winter She put me on a jacket Everytime when I shivered I didn't like superman I idolized drug dealers Jump me in the neighborhood That's how I got a gun quicker I was only twelve Homies in & out of jail I needed money So I went & bought my first scale That's when I learned how to bust raps I told stories about my gang And how I started selling dub sacks Hood muthafuckas love that When the enemies came through Better believe I always bust back I want the finer things in life Jewels around my son's neck A model for a wife [Chorus:] There's a time & a place For every little thing I'ma grind my way up To get those big things Yes I see it My name is shining light Let me shine for all the fallen Wrap arms around them Just let me get to where I'm goin' Cause this is - this is my life Cause its my life My right - my mind [Verse 2 - Kiki Smooth:] Wu-tang hustle Chasing that cream As a young buck On my bicycle moving thangs Ditching school Trying to get paid Had a corner stand And didn't sell lemonade Step-pops in the kitchen Bagging up them drugs Me & my little bro Soaking game like a sponge Eyes on the prize Make my dream a reality Love & happiness Puffing on some al green Sitting on the curb Thinking about my master plan Gather up the soldiers Invade the rap game Voice of the people The vato got heart I spit that fire Illuminate the dark Serving in the hood Fiends know my nickname Mister go get it I ain't tryin' to fucken wait Here to be the greatest Top of the mountain My debut is coming The days are being counted [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Trust nobody Keep your trust me dog You never should Them boys will treat you like When death row belonged to suge Cause if the deal goes bad Black hoodie on Here we come to peel yo' cap In l.a We hit a spanish club called rodeo I came to hear my homeboy weasel's song From los canelos Corona in my hand Listening to his corridos I wanna do what How scrappy did up on cerritos [Verse 4 - Kiki Smooth:] Living that fast life No time for pumping breaks Heard it through the grape vine Kiki bout to elevate Kick in the door Like biggie to the smalls Smooth don't care If he's big or small Gangsta in the mirror Man of the hour Dope man flow Got ya face looking sour Mama always told me There'd be days like this I was born in the ghetto Can't worse-er than this [Chorus]

Best Meets Best

MS. JADE "Girl Interrupted"
(feat. Lady Luck) [Intro Jade (Luck)] B-Brokers, Best meets best (The best) It's about time, don't you think (Hey) Some real chicks Doin' real shit (Concern yaself) [Chorus Woman] It just don't get much better (Whoo-ooo) You can't get enough of this (Whoo) [2x] [Verse 1 Ms Jade] I'm easily spittin' facts, ya opinions don't matter No matter the muh'fucka we bustin', this muh'fucka ain't poppin' or duckin' Oh, easy ox, this is gangsta girl talk Money long and strong and I'm a pimp, see it in my walk These niggas get more than bitches, expect that BSin' and half-steppin', how I'm 'posed to respect that Naw, easily could get gone, lucky Jade is much harm Ya'll pissin' over the beats, I'm shittin' on ya front lawn You want it, it could be on, fuck the piano's and horns Take it back 'round the time Eddie Murphy was raw The hood was happy and poor, now we poor and pissed No Belve' no Cris, rap music, son-of-a-bitch [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2 Lady Luck] Ms. Jade holla at me... Yo I ain't in to rappin' funny, clik clak crackin' dummies Have 'em wrapped like mummies, wait til the tires get dunny Baby the pussy's free but my time costs money Chain hang, look like I got Alaska on me Me and the homie Ms. Jade, switch lanes, spit game Cocksucka, we Thelma and Louise, with hammers to squeeze Huh, mami came to thug it, spits piss colored Escada jeans in the Gucci, fuck it (Let's go) I live it for real, spit steel grippin' the wheel I cut ya grill, 'til you look like Seal Holla at me When them 380's buck, even old ladies duck Dubs on the truck, by the way my name is Luck [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3 Lady Luck & Ms. Jade] Yo yo yo, it just don't get no better, no hotter No momma can touch, fuck with Jade It just don't get no sicker, no bigger Best meets best muh'fucka, who would figure Yo sista pass the liquer Or pass me the Swisha and roll up a fat one I'm still high off the last one These rap bitches do not know who they dealin' wit I'll pimp-back-slap 'em, get 'em hoes that spit We too sick, this is how it's 'posed to be done Them misses got too prissy, cocked, thinkin' you fuckin' wit Luck You fuckin' wit Jade, then the Uzi will spray Right through ya prostate, turn projects into the world trade I am a major shit talker, back it up Come and test I'ma quick spark and leave a hole in ya chest Luck is you still with me From Jersey And Philly, zippin' down the turnpike Tricks right, burn right, Def Jam, Beat Club, pretty bitches We thugs, play tough then we duff three in ya mug [Chorus 4x] [Outro Luck (Jade)] Turn it up!!! (Turn it up!!!) Rock wit it (Rock wit it) Rewind it back (Rewind it back) I like that (I like that) Ms. Jade (Lady Luck) Ms. Jade (Lady Luck) Uh uh hahaha

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