TQ lyrics - Second Coming

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G-H-E-T-T-O This is how you start one Where you started from On a mission to check No doubt, got that I need a couple of minutes to bring the thought back Got that I never let another mothafucka Tell me what to slang about Especially when my only intention Is to tell you what I'm thinkin' now Sang a song to tell you about hustlin' Another one to tell you 'bout the Lord My duty is to give 'em something funky That's the only thing I do it for [bridge] And I can't tell you 'bout shit I don't know shit about Go on, holla, scream it loud The only thing I'm all about [chorus] I got that G-H-E-T-T-O Take all of my niggas everywhere I go In the green Range Rover, or the Lex to go With my Iceburgs rollin' the flow My people are G-H-E-T-T-O And we don't give a fuck if everybody know Cuz I'm (na na na) baby that's for sure Take the bullshit back to the store I got the G-H-E-T-T-O Do it for the figgas, magazines and videos If you wanna find another nigga This one do it for the soul Always used to dream of gettin' bigger Only for my people That's why I'm always checkin' fake niggas On forgettin' where they came from [bridge] And I can't tell you 'bout shit I don't know shit about Go on, holla, scream it loud The only thing I'm all about [chorus] I got that G-H-E-T-T-O Take all of my niggas everywhere I go In the green Range Rover, or the Lex to go With my Iceburgs rollin' the flow My people are G-H-E-T-T-O And we don't give a fuck if everybody know Cuz I'm [na na na] baby that's for sure Take the bullshit back to the store I got the G-H-E-T-T-O Made me believe in the hustle Told me to get my money Weed gon' be my muscle Well here we go now In my neighborhood, eastside Compton California My homies all like to spend the night under lights Streamin' dice and fight So this nigga just happen to write about it Make a point to spit flames at the names who disrespect the game I was a down ass youngster and I'm still the same And I can see right through you niggas Before the fame and TV, you was a real nigga just like me On my block, I ain't never seen a nigga wear high heeled shoes I ain't never seen a nigga dance with no groom I ain't never seen a nigga get his hair all bleached And if he did, he'd get his ass beat for bein' a punk nigga [chorus] I got that G-H-E-T-T-O Take all of my niggas everywhere I go In the green Range Rover, or the Lex to go With my Iceburgs rollin' the flow My people are G-H-E-T-T-O And we don't give a fuck if everybody know Cuz I'm [na na na] baby that's for sure Take the bullshit back to the store I got the G-H-E-T-T-O [chorus] I got that G-H-E-T-T-O Take all of my niggas everywhere I go In the green Range Rover, or the Lex to go With my Iceburgs rollin' the flow My people are G-H-E-T-T-O And we don't give a fuck if everybody know Cuz I'm [na na na] baby that's for sure Take the bullshit back to the store I got the G-H-E-T-T-O I got me a (Ghetto) Ghetto From the Ghetto Ghetto From the Ghetto Ghetto From the Ghetto Ghetto Ghetto

Take A Hike (One)

LOST BOYZ "LB IV Life"
[Mr. Cheeks] It's time to show minds once again Bunch of friends, yo shit here will never end So top tennin all niggas locked in pen One, we come thru we shit we done shit Know how we roll, quiet storm in a bitch Keep the fire arms, like the charm in the hot whips Bottom line, we got the shine, niggas try to take mine, nigga take nine up in ya ass, killas get it on My shit is like a piece of pussy and hit it long Far from the none, the hot shit to bring the storm Daddy, me and my team we perform like the caddy Keep the chicks with the fat fatties, and we keep the L's burnin Still showin skills and we keep the wheels turning Yo, South Jamaica Queens veteran LB IV Life, be my tack two better than Chorus: Fuck niggas who dislike me Aiyo talkin that shit, about ya mouth don't excite me All ya fake niggas need to take a hike, g Disrespect me, we don't take lightly All ya niggas who dislike me Talkin trash out ya mouth don't excite me All ya fake niggas need to take a hike, g Disrespect me, we don't take lightly [Mr. Cheeks] Everything I write is hot Once had beef with this nigga called Writer's Block Niggas mad, cuz I do what I gotta do Don't turn ya back, cuz on the real I made a lot of U I hit these niggas with the hot shit, why not? Supply my label with the hot shit, that I got These peoples try to hold me back, they try to fuck with me I just write another shit, can my love be These clown niggas, wanna come around and give us pound But once those niggas outta town, yo shit storm now We hear that shit, yo it only makes us hotter The bad motherfuckin niggas got up Up in the whip, yo these niggas on the payroll We gettin dough together, there's nothing ya can say hoe Yo my shit is in the majors, keep ya Crystals, cells and pagers While I take the shit to different stages Chorus [Mr. Cheeks] In pool halls we roll dice and we get nice I think about this bad bitch I only hit twice My underworld, it still spins like the wheels in No matter what, I'mma still show the skills in You can't stop me, from gettin shit can't fuck around kid Catch a beatin, like the chick caught cheatin in the break All them fake whos that fake moves Dump that ass, you can't beat me from Lake Views Me and my planet bad team sound like Irene They help me spit that hot shit get the nine mean While ya niggas critizing, mad to see me and my team rising Aiyo we still organizing, don't get shit twisted Nigga came late kid, you missed it Aiyo this style is unlisted I couldn't stop if I wanted to, I'm blunted true Give up the house, car, career, and run it too Yeah you said give up the house, car, career and run it too

Bino$ Vs. Bree$

TRINIDAD JAMES "10 PC Mild"
[Trinidad:] Real nigga shit, [Girl:] Real nigga shit [Trinidad:] Hey fucking shit in my fucking TV My mama would come right now [Girl:] Who you wanna follow with? [Trinidad:] My mama. Who else? [Girl:] Oh, all right. Baby can you fix the roof in the back? (Baby can you fix the roof?) [Trinidad:] Hey man, come out of shit man. I ain't no goddamn recorder roof man., alright? [Girl:] Baby can you fix the roof, baby? Oh, well excuse me then. [Trinidad:] Well, you excuse, I know. Aha. Two days later [Girl:] Hey baby. Can you call on me in the kitchen [?] I think is something wrong with the fucking scene. [Trinidad:] Hey man! I do not have the shirt to say: Solomon, the fucking sick man, I don't. I mean come on now. But fuck! [Girl:] Damn, babe. All right. One week later [Trinidad:] Well, damn. This motherfucking place look crazy as hell. Anyways man. [Girl:] Baby can you move the dishes off the table before you sit down? [Trinidad:] Man come off the shit, man. Hands on never mind. I always asked me somethin' fuck our lil life. Motherfucking dare the dish man to put your ass nigga. Fuck your [?] would. Fuck out here. Fuck these dishes. [Girl:] Man what is this problem now? I know he know I like him, right? Yeah he gotta know that. Like I don't have to deal with this? I mean to be honest I'm not dealing with this. I'm just not dealing with this. The following week. [Trinidad:] Oh shit! Goddamn. My girl didn't clean the motherfuck up. Damn! Mhm! Keysha? Keysha? Let me talk to you out quick. What's up, Keysha? What going on? The place is good, what's up? [Girl:] What's up? [Trinidad:] I mean I'm just sayin' I mean, what you mean what's up, I mean now? How the place get fixed up, you know what I'm sayin' like now, we ain't talking like a week? I'm just sayin', I mean wassup? Say is wassup with the shit. [Girl:] Oh well, the neighbour did it. [Trinidad:] What the fuck you mean it? The neighbor? Hey man. Hey, I don't know what the fuck you going on. What you? What the charge? Wat the charge? What the motherfucking charge? [Girl:] I mean he didn't charge just anything. He told me either I can bake em a cake. Like I can have sex with him. [Trinidad:] What the fuck? Oh shit baby, baby I get up. Baby, baby. Man you [?] shit. Look baby baby. I don't, I don't know what to say. What cake did you make him? What do you want me to say? What kind of cake did you make him? What kind of cake did you make him? [Girl:] A cake, ey. Well unfortunately, my name is not Carrie, the cakemaker. [Trinidad:] Real nigga shit. [Girl:] Real nigga shit.

Universal Soldier

PASTOR TROY "Universal Soldier"
[Chorus (repeat 4x)] Nigga, I always keep my composure Often full of that doja Universal soldier I'm ready for war These niggas really got me trippin' with that bullshit My daddy, taught me no playin' in the pulpit So for the bullshit, I brought my goon squad Pass me my ammunition, and praise God Against all odds, I'll make these mothafuckas pay Lord give me the strength, to knock these niggas out my way Everyday I been prayin' for my chance A mean ass mug in a soldier stance I ain't come to dance, I came to crank this mothafucka up He think he the man you tell that nigga I said what Pastor nigga [Chorus (repeat 3x)] These niggas really got me trippin' on they videos They hard as hell, on the camera when I know they hoes They got their chest swole and then a bad bitch But where I'm from y'all both will get yo ass kicked I'm talkin' mad shit, and I'mma back it up I got my AR-15 in the back of truck Put on my hard hat baby If they take me its worst cause I'mma hunt you baby 'Til his whole world is cursed Ain't no reverse, it's not over The blessings of Jehovah Off in the, 600 drop with the all chrome motor And it's mine, paid out what you talkin' about I take a puff of my doja and I regain my composure [Chorus (repeat 4x)]

Whatcha Want

JT Money "Pimping On Wax"
Nigga, be the shit like manure No niggas true'er, gats go boo-ya! Slugs go through ya', give a fuck who ya' claim to be None of y'all niggas can't hang with me Gimme some room, let me slang these bow's Flaw ass niggas, trick ass hoes Pull a blade game, finna get you killed Fuck with mine, I'll split your wig Take no shorts, play no games Put it on your ass boy, it ain't no thang Chickens say J, let em stray Death to them niggas that playa hate Can't apologize nigga, its too late Whatcha want boy, come meet your fate Know when you take, your ass gonna die I'm the last nigga you wanna try hook Whatcha want boy, nigga what you want huh? (x8) I keep my business on the low-down Cause the motherfuckers act like they so down Wait up hoe, sit your ass better slow down Cause I got enough bucks for us to go round' I'm the type of nigga to get in your town Find out where you live, kick your door down Run up in it, lay you and your hoe down Introduce both of y'all to the floor pal Better know pal, J don't play shit Real nigga from the M-I-A bitch Flawed niggas in the game on their last leg ???? Better move that shit, before I come through Cause I'm a hit you with more than the 1-2 I'm who, dat nigga you don't wanna fuck wit' Hit your white ass open like a dove shit Better bust bitch hook It's a dirty game, niggas off the chain Better keep a thang, better bang-bang Gotta lay my hang up in this bitch Flaw ass niggas, I'm a bust your shit Money man comin', better start runnin' Nigga when I'm coming, believe I'm gunnin' Step to plate, I'ma shut you down Got them choppers to cut you down Wassup now, nigga still wanna play Fuck with J, be D.O.A Ain't no game, boy I said that before Put a nigga ass six feet below Nigga whatcha want, nigga whatcha need Don't wanna die, then you better take heed Rotten niggas gettin' beside theyself Nigga like me, get bad for your health boy hook

DSL (Da Special List)

JOEY BADA$$ "Rejex"
Puffing on that Eucalyptus You can lift this dick in between your lipstick If your eyes ain't low like Ralph Lipshitz ,you dipshits Even the polices want me cause I rip shit Puffing that piff shit, Blow out five O's like the Olympics Evadin' on a rip stick yelling "Eat my dust" When cars for breakfast and lunch don't get ate 'til dusk I spit it hotter than the days it don't get dusk 'til eight And when you born in a maze, you learn to duck those strays I know gang homies who wait around to buck those Tre's But me, I chose to skate around, ya know, Bust those tre's They get bucks, get paid, They get butt, get laid Niggas who ball and shine hard, they get cut, catch fades You see, I was one of those kids who stayed up passed late So when it's time for school, I got up and still passed, great Get passed- I forgot my line I do it nonchalant, Spit it through the wire like I'm Chaka Khan I been killing 'em, Your bitch been feeling him Ya'll can't be serious like films Ben Stiller in Nobody iller than him at the top of his adrenaline Flow sweet like cinnamon, Name a chick that I ain't swimming in Uh, got flow for days, I'm sure to get paid if They hate the price on son's life, it's sure to get raised But there's no break when I got you pinned in Said it uno, dos, tres then fin, I let him swim with like Mad fishes, In the cut like mad stitches I know you mad bitches mad how my style switches So, frequently be freaking MC's with these frequencies These freaking trees got me soaring over freaking seas Too many freaking G's claim they make that deus pop Please, the only thing you ever squeeze was your juicebox nigga And you know it, cause real G's don't have to show it Got your head in the clouds, big homie gotta get you focused But no, it's all a part of the business, don't take it personal It must be hurting you to know I could be merkin' you At will, whenever I feel, this shit get realer Foe squealers give the beats out to the nigga Dilla I shine like crystals, Never held a pistol Never packed a tool, but that don't mean that I won't fix you Who is you? I don't give a F, I do it effortless Tell your messengers, they can get opened like beverages Da fuckin' specialist I bet all you mother fuckers gonna remember this, yeah

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