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TQ lyrics - They Never Saw Me Comin'

Gotta Make That Money

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Yeah uh mm give it to me Mmmmm yeah Yeah yeah Mm no no no no Seems like every night, right before I go to sleep I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me, that he keep me I used to be the kind of nigga that didn't give a fuck about nobody The slightest little thing would make me mad Especially if it involved my money And I can't tell you 'bout the next man But I love pullin' up in big sedans Wit all my niggas in a caravan Holla if ya hear me Now I'd love to break ya, bring ya down And take you back again But that would take too much time And I gotta hit the streets again [Chorus] And even if the sun don't shine, I'll still be hustlin' Gotta get that money, make that money Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can't be strugglin' Somebody come help me Can ya tell me why is slangin' always on my mind Must be buggin' I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me If they tapped my line Don't mean nothin' I'll still be hustlin' Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don't mind Niggas can hate if they want to And I'm still gon' get mine, still gon' get mine Yes, I still be ridin' in a SC on dubs And I won't be seen at none of the clubs And uh, all your women would know who I was (And that you wouldn't like) And that you wouldn't like If everybody kept they mind on gettin' they scrilla Won't be no time to fuck with mine, so won't be killin' I'll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie But for now, catch me on Compton Avenue With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two Puttin' it down for my niggas like they told me to You need some candy, so won't you come thru [Chorus] And even if the sun don't shine, I'll still be hustlin' Gotta get that money, make that money Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can't be strugglin' Somebody come help me Can ya tell me why is slangin' always on my mind Must be buggin' I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me If they tapped my line Don't mean nothin' I'll still be hustlin' [E-40] Sometimes I'm suited up Sometimes I'm bummy, lookin' like a crook Hair all nappy and wild - we call it the full nuk Mashin', mobbin' and thrashin' Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin' Throbbin', hoggin' and doggin' Godzilla ballin' When it's money callin' War-rank, war-rank Just ride your runners fool Be 'bout your bank Sittin' fat like chupling All about my money, duffle bags full of scratch Artillery fire arms and gats Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread Hirries on my tail, but I'm tryin' for them, but they want me dead, dead Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace Used to sell that bass Rock cavvy candy, Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it (they knew it) As far as I was concerned, man I do it Check it out Money schemin' Chris Alberchuck, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas Black and Miles on the pack again (yes) What you know about that TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli a.k.a. Charlie Hustle, easy Biatch!!!

8 Minutes To Sunrise

[Featuring Sean Lett] Intro: Common Yeah one two bless Yeah yeah check it I got my mellow Sean Lett He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style Eighty seven you know the bidness check it Chorus: Common Sean Lett After eight years of my life of smoking and drinking The world keeps spinning so lately I've been thinking After eight years of my life of smoking and drinking The world keeps spinning, so lately I've been thinking Verse One: Common Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet Methods of gettin scratch and talkin slick I've adopted Palms in the lock with stunts whose hearts be game Hoes in the stable, none do I claim Niggaz with nothin to shoot for, at they only aim Gramps in the choir singin it's gonna rain in the midst of precipitation, I make the power manipulations, so my offspring'll be straight for generations Got connections in the nation To incarceration, to general population More lyrics than Jason, look me in the face when you speak to me You got a tattoo? Bitch youse a freak to me Seeking the, good sess material Asking when's my next video Bitch get a job and get your ass in somebody's university Enroll your youngun in a nursery And cleam him up, comb his hair, cover yourself You want a man to love you you ain't loving yourself I'm discovering wealth watches wisdom in ways To make it in the last days, now bring it on Chorus Verse Two: Sean Lett I feel blessed I survived two decades in this world Then Ninety slid in naked now I got a baby girl Ain't this a bitch, myself still a child I want to hang on eighty-seven corners act wild on Stoney Isle Better school her, so presence is your seed in society Parks of envy jealous niggaz crack fiends yes indeed I won't misleed and you can best believe I'm just a blink away shorty anytime that you need See I know right now, you're just too young to understand Asking questions, why pops and moms don't be holding hands Don't you worry about it yet, in due time we'll explain Why having you, created just an everlasting shame Bringing joy witcha smiles, tripping when you first walked Knowing somebody's child is gettin outlined in chalk Just relieved it ain't you, I got much love for you boo Cause it ain't nuthin that these skanless niggaz in these streets won't do Stop me if I'm lying, see my race is steady dying Short methods to making cream, bullets sprays and shatters dreams See basically, Chi-town's game-related and designed Niggaz store up theirs and down opposite signs Chorus Outro: Sean Lett, Common It's like that y'all (yeah yeah) Common Sense and dirty mizer on the set y'all Sean Lett We gonna get down like that My man Eddie C on the board We coming through y'all for eighty-seventh street Seventy-first and everybody in South show We coming through for niggaz on the West side Down in the ickies, all up and down state We gonna keep it straight like that We straight out for gold You call it Chi-town it's still our town Holding it down like this with that eighty-seven sound We talking about rocking niggaz state to state nationwide On the real it's like that Straight up South side is where we loaf Shit be real around these parts, I'm serious YouknowhatI'msayin? Hear me You know what? We out though

Mr. Majesty Ii

BIZZY BONE "Heaven'z Movie"
MR. MAJESTY:Bizzy Bone: Heaven'z Movie [Crowd cheering] This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime. [Laughs]. [Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign Regime representin'] Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels. Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle. 365 I'm live at every angle. Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle. Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes. Everybody knows we divine wit' the flows. Shouldn't have to tell you when it rains wear your coat. It's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope. Manipulatin' metaphors I take full credit for. You can rest assured you'll never more suffer through flaw. You can steady toughen the law; they'll be harder criminal brushin' the shores. Tuck in your jaw. If your confidence is lower, minus lead blower, sinus flaired to the smallest odor. Tried to get open but just a file folder, next man style holder, weightless chest a tasteless death, I'm compound to be a sound souljah. On tracks compact, bolder abstract flava, drift like the mist holdin' a black fist with right shoulder. Addition to the culture went fishin' with these vultures, enlistment predicted to be held over. Hired wired cobras to work front desk, smoke, dress the dress, pure moist no choice but to be less. His ploy to decoy the congress, skills, too broke to pay homage. In a craft he shows his ass, in a trash conglomerate. Had your staff astonished. Precise math, most dominant. Switch. Enchanted romantic mechanics will banish no talents damaged in fragments unbalanced and silenced. Stompin' the housing, crowdin' kids that's pounding playgrounds and courts where small missiles went through. So often a sport on the wrong course trailing the horse. Raps biggest divorce needs figures. For me, my niggaz: weed, food, and cloth. When the greed mood falls off, the danger remainder is a hard rock slagged soft. Walked past slop almost crushed by a bus, not lookin', in a rush, might have been a mascot for I.H.O.P. as human slush. Keep it lower than hush. The diploma for lust and slight comas when I bust and then again works skins to heavy musk, everready cuts. Coincidentally is simply a mystery melody rush. Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels. Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle. 365 I'm live at every angle. Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle. Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes. Everybody knows we divine wit' the flows. Shouldn't have to tell you when it rains wear your coat. It's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope. Percussion rushin', crushin' the sounds. The inner raggamuffin', got me bustin' them down. A nine milli really make a nigga worship the ground. Preparering kings. Courtship is now. Ignite torch for sundown. Quiz of a ninja disguised as a stupid nigga. This biz will injure the unwise and traumatize offenders. White lies turn shades of gray like skies in November. At the brink of dismay. My eyes will never flicker. Herbs, got the nerve to pray when the city gets sicka punks intellectually drunk with butter flies in their liver. Have no ties to the beginning. Cold fries, but I've put in work for dessert and dinner, no perks. Incentive: soul search the whole earth extensive. Had a low chirp, slow birth in placenta, incubated and escalated to contender. Pushin' through gush waitin' for air on mush. Now sexually molest ovaries, finessed. Locally approach me with respect and royalty - Majesty. And after this you'll call me 'Your Majesty' Motion sicknes prevents the wickedness from overseas magnificence. No talents with instruments, but the choke-hold vocals compensate the difference. Society full of menaces--abnormal residents. It's like I'm floatin'. I think I'm floatin'. Got me open. I guess I'm floatin'. No jokin'. I'm movin' as my words are spoken. A vibe in groovin', lightening movement. I feel so exclusive.

La Familia

FOXY BROWN "The Birth of Foxy Brown"
Verse One: Foxy Brown Ill Na Na cap 'em, the Firm team can stop 'em 36 moves, 37 ways triple days triple pays Na Na, Fox Boogie Firm momma, kineiver Lady Gadiva, like Scarlet whichever O'Hara It's hazardous, we lays the lazarus Dip and probably find her behind the liner, three na na So what the deal, God I kill for these three for real You soar cause you bustin' off shit to get ya rocks off The therough, the crime organized mad deniro And six point one five desero like hero' Team let's roll on 'em, watch 'em turn bitch 'Mega stole on 'em, that's how we play this I slay this, copped the pair of fours fucked the draws Really, his pretty had the nigga leary Mad dipped in, Nas you flipped this Sos with VSO's twisted, from seperate the real from the fucked up We switch up, I gave the stroke though Ill skin color coco, we loco love is love talk the tre' ocho Status Illmatic, whatever raw dealer for real-a Baby girl, yet it's La Familia I die in a minute for 'em, so side dipped The four poin six range rover the feelin' over From Castilano to Columbo, easy the Genevezy Firm stay jigged in trash and pass, I swear You know the lose there, straight cop threes Can't knock thees and drop threes, we cop cheese Verse Two: Nature Peace and diagnosis, properly supply the dosage Leave them stuck like parol niggaz and breathes the focus Nigga when I squeeze ya pleads is hopeless, we wet though I jet from the block, niggaz can spot me like UFO's Dressed the low, jumped in the Q front for who? No need to stress it though, smokin' my dope countin' decimals Recognize this, real thugs respect violence The 1-9-9-6, some are rather dry snitch Coruptfully, my whole team recieve ???? to be Some are spare guns, shootin' fair ones in the public streets Believe the worst, so it seems the whole team is cursed We totured, drain the whole heat and squeeze first Never ending tales, when niggaz fall but some prevail They fake, callin' us together like four Navy war seals Must I start pullin' jooks or place my trust in God Force to cover my face, cameras held the case can solve Ya faith disolves when hump against the next coming For now I focus on Nature, bet I win something Verse Three: Nas Escobar I die for my niggaz, stick you for pies and lie for my niggaz Plead guilty and get the chair and fry for my niggaz It's essential that we all is there like ya mental We've been through life, cold blood living simple Though we learned from old dogs that made it, peeped who they played it We rated and then evaluated, calculated age is weepy The days that we see chips freely, beyond whips and TVs Stock bonds, Lou flipped the CDs Niggaz hate to see you on top, they'd rather be you what not I keep the dessert evil poncot, spot the Vickidees guy quick While poppin' shit that leave ya shot quicker than a hop skip Specialize in fly shit, bs on my breath while niggaz gossip On the tostic, I'm on some doe or die shit Verse Forus: Az the Vizuliza Check my lingo and all the white ice that make my rings glow I've seen doe, got a dime wife who Sandimingo Face it it's mathematics, basics far from fake shit My mind is sacred, my spins shine like a cuban braclet Egyptian pharoah, roll the coke that used to give me powder Now I enhale from ???? buckshots through my double barrel Beneath the town is how it's sounds travels, so what have you? Keep minds bests, never stopping until they grab you Used to bust shit down wit' test stocks and trust funds Cheese and CDs so my seed can so touch some, the foulness I once provoked is now behind me, it gonna take more than sellin' coke To now to bind me, you had me thinkin' I got to push leek To keep from sinking, that can out way life That keep live niggaz from linkin', I saw it coming That's why slowed down from from dumbin', most of my crew was runnin' Can't even afford a summons

Sunshine (Lil Keke)

feat. Lil' Keke [Z-Ro talking] Yes sir, Z-Ro, Lil' Keke, Screw to Mo City CMG, KMJ, this how it go [Chorus] Sunshine, living in the ghetto daily trying to find Sunshine, trying to make a million hustling got to dodge One time, I keep my head up even though I feel like giving up Sometimes, Keep your head up trying to find sunshine [Z-Ro] Man what happened to the sun on my lawn it's so gloomy and grey I got a feeling 5-O gone try to do me today Nothing but backstreets for me cause I don't need a vacation Looking for front run up that seem the only compensation The hood is on fire, other soldiers won't let it down They ain't set tripping but out here jacking has been alive Misery spinning what they clicking for no reason at all Even intentions of stacking paper they pleasing them all And outside, smelling like nothing but formaldrahide It's an everyday suicide, R.I.P. to the ones that died Wake up before you get caught up don't keep on selling your soul Until your life fall up, you got to try to find [Chorus] [Lil' Keke] We living in a world that's dirty and so shife You trying to figure out this the game that's called life These days is cold and got me searching for my soul Like paper bags and lawn chairs man you unfold I'm looking out my window for some, sunshine I'm trying to give it up cause I swear it's my time I five petreat and start thinking about my sins Roll up another square and start thinking about the benz Talent and skills is what I'm bringing New homes and microphones got the cell phone ringing Push play on the deck, to let my mind collect And try to mash on the gas with no time to sweat This the ghetto, and that's all I know Another episode from the young don and Ro If the family is tight, then everything's alright So quick to catch flight for the sunlight, uh [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Seem like I can't stand the rain prosecution and struggle up in my brain Got to tell me slow down if you can see all of my veins Cause I ain't having none of that riff raff to get back and blood Keep my enemy close to me cause your killer be your cuz I wish I was, able to socialize with y'all Instead of trading war stories and taking lies from y'all It's how it be though, Lil' Keke and Z-Ro we on the grind Long as they talking about us, we know we staying on they mind Don't hate us congratulate us, why y'all turning up y'all nose Cause it's been we be spittng straight be burning up y'all glow Want to take it away from pin and pad and pick up a gun You better repent my dog it's over, you done better try to find [Chorus - 2x]

I Do Believe

Chapman Steven Curtis "Speechless"
Sitting in as traffic jam 11:52 pm Just a few miles south of Cincinatti, Ohio I take my pen and start to write The thoughts that fill my head tonight Nothing terribly profound Just these simple words That keep my heart anchored down That keep my restless heart anchored down I do, I do, I do, I do believe I know, I know, I know, I know it's true, yeah I do, I do, I do, I do believe Lord, I believe in You I believe in You Now these can be confusing times The skeptics posing as the wise It's hard to see the light Through all the shadows of the doubt But You keep saying all the while It takes the vision of a child Looking through the eyes of faith to see reality So once again I will say I believe You're the life You'r e the truth, You're the way If this faith in You is blind It's not to anything that's true 'Cause Your love opens up my eyes To see that everything I need Is found when I believe in You, yeah

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