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ABK (ANYBODY KILLA) lyrics - Road Fools

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[Shaggy 2 Dope:] Right Here Is All for you [Chorus:] (This is) This is all for you All for you (All for you) This all for you All for you (This is all) This all for you All for you (All for you) This all you All for you As my fools keep rollin' I'mma keep strollin' Shraight to your neighborhood Sippin' on my 40's Screamin “Oh, lordy” Times in my life I could 1 mile, 2 mile, 3 mile, 4 Smokin' blunts in the window Bangin' with some hoes Man, ya'll can't know Ain't no room for your folks I'm yo Ghetto Neighbor Representing for sure When I'm rollin' with Killa I grip the RV There's a nation around the world I'm back to the D As I slip into character Ain't no need to front All alone in the closet Man, smokin' a blunt We are the Road Fools This is how we roll Fridgerator full of beer And fat sacks to smoke Going place to place I mean state to state Barbeque's in the parking lot Fix me a plate [Chorus:] (This is) This is all for you All for you (All for you) This all for you All for you (This is all) This all for you All for you (All for you) This all you All for you [x2:] This is how we roll This is how we roll This is how we roll This is how we roll This is how we roll This is how we roll Doin', doin', Doin' it all for you 6 in the morning Tour bus truck stopped Pushin' eggs, some showers, Some lizards in the locks Head, hell yeah The fuck you talkin' about Road fools heading out No doubt My name is shittalka I love to talk shit This is all for you Ain't no need to get pissed All the poor to the people that's feelin' my groove I talk a lot of shit Cuz you a mother fuckin' Road Fool! [Chorus:] (This is) This is all for you All for you (All for you) This all for you All for you (This is all) This all for you All for you (All for you) This all you All for you See you at the instore tours and more Or the mall while I'm buying dress shoes for court Representin' my family worldwide Because we all stand together with pride (Much luv!) See you at the instore tours and more Or the mall while I'm buying dress shoes for court Representin' my family worldwide Because we all stand together with pride (Much luv!) [Chorus:] (This is) This is all for you All for you (All for you) This all for you All for you (This is all) This all for you All for you (All for you) This all you All for you

Lethal B Diss Wiley

Lethal Bizzle
Its lethal a bizzle Biggest boy on the flows And I got dam nigga tryin a copy my flows And I got dam nigga tryin a copy my clothes And I got dam nigga tryin a b like me (like me) Ok rite now you'll see Hears a chair im guna show you how you do it properly A nigga wanab jay z Ok im guna back you out like jay z Yo listen up yo Suck my mum ok I got phase But why say that when you're mums got aids See there she's cumin to her vary last days See her walkin down the road Bald patches in her braids in (her braids) No biggy jus one of those days (those days) Leathal b ya feel waist haze (waist haze) Im the one who wears all the oneaways (oneaways) Its the clause of the biggs you pase Yo every single verse is a one line fell Woolly kat your losin it I fink its time to let it go No more ideas so you wana take my flow No more ideas put your album on the radio Yo this is my flow and I mastered the flow Everybody no le for tha g for the flow Everybody no im the big man on the road rite now Sco boos wife in the hole but Wooly kat ma chase knifes in your mouth Tell ure girl im ready when she wants to cumin down south This time guna go back to her house This time guna bust worse in her mouth This time guna an I mite give her sum go This time guna get a Bombay roll OK rite now get a Bombay roll Then I took off her top like were ya tits go Wat you doin ya girls got no breast man Wat you doin sort out the little a cup Wat you doin no bum don't even serve no little screwin Face fuckt up like mike blaw Wat you doin Woolly kat Wat you doin R kelly Wat you doin Mighty mo Wat you doin Garry glitta Wat you doin Tiger Wat you doin Gun man Wat you doin So get it Wat you doin Wat you doin And no don't wana take dis to the road Cause wen you see me blud your off on your toes Pup pup run run every body knowz Tiger no I will tiger your nose But let me know wen you wana take it to the road and I know that ne time I see you on the road and I know ne time I

Road To Riches

ATMOSPHERE "Strictly Leakage"
[Verse 1] When I was five years old I used to hear funk and soul Being played out my pop's hi-fi stereo Looking at the photos, buggin on the names With the fold out covers and the crazy illustrations I got older and bought my own records By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh And that's my pride, no time for white rides Kept on the grind and I stayed inside I was sort of a poser how I had my friends over Cutting up till we wrecked that direct drive loader Mom's turntable went through hell A whole lot of wicky-wicky trynna teach myself The records got stuffed cause the parties was rough But I still showed up to try to rock some cuts, what And I was young but the bigger kids reached out Give me five minutes on decks to freak out The type to get it right, maybe one night I be rapping bout my life on the cordless mic No matter how it look, always kept one foot Between records and books, and the suckers got shook Dreamed about it two decades straight Way before Rhymesayers first wax got made The music is my love and it is my business My name is Big Slug, I'm on the road to the... [Verse 2] I used to stand on the block selling four track tapes Trynna make enough papes to buy more blanks There was all kinds of hits, backpacks and drips Sweatshirts running network and guess and cred The word was spread with speed, the name grew like weeds Wasn't long till we took the lead Twin cities was little and the winter was bitter Getting bigger and bigger, they started taking my picture For the shit I spit, some rappers I knew quit Got jobs and a family, they just couldn't handle it Lice and rhyming, living like a roach On the ground and broke, holding onto the Hulk In a small town scene we stole like a thief No time to sleep with politics and beef, huh They all pussies, dicks and assholes Collecting stripes from little freestyle battles Many mics we gripped, any stage we'd rip Even with no chips we'd take them road trips Loyal members of the crew had my back to death G-Pool, Moonsign, myself and Stress All we had was rhymes, coming offa the mind For the first time in my life everything felt fine The turntables turn while the DJ's mix it I didn't know I was on the road to the... [Verse 3] The pop that rocks for props, he eventually stops And maybe hops on some desktop guest spots The gangster's muscle, are up in the puzzle But if their raps are wack they go back to the hustle I was the one on the opposite side of smoking a gun Taught me how to rhyme and how to run Make or break it, the hater's can't say shit Stayed awake late night in Ant's basement Take notes, spray painted the paved road The tapes sold, got lucky with scapegoat, huh That means work, in other words sewer van Peace to J-Berg, the man with the core plan Seeds get planted, hands get handshakes Damn straight, gonna keep goin till the man breaks And MC's who wanna make ends meet out on my route But never ever keep friendly Stack the blocks, catch that fox Rhymesayers locked on the Mid-West crops Troopers, soldiers, shoulder to shoulder Sold out the shows and give the groupies to my chauffer New tour dates, take the money, put out more tapes And call it foreplay, ready for the war games Sew it up and then FUCK with the snitches Atmosphere on the road to the riches... bitches! [Scratches] "The money it counts steep" - [Kool G Rap]

Lost And Found

ATMOSPHERE "Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs"
[Hook - Slug] to my surprise, discovered that I really don't know much most of much of what I know catches a (what? (3X) (what are you doin?) (verse) Runnin from the law, not my favorite hobby I'm relieved that I saw the speed trap before he saw me I don't need another ticket, I've gotta collection in the glovebox They make great souvenirs cause they weigh less than rocks Man you better slow your roll, let the numbers get low Like a 55 stroll to move past the patrol Hope he don't already know about my top speed Like the helicopter radar that caught me outside of Milwaukee I'm still livin this life, tryin to escape the problems Quick and quiet at night just like the insects and the goblins It's the gas fumes,the fast food, yo its all of the above It's meetin women for a weekend and fallin deep in love As good as it gets, man its as bad as you make it But ain't nuthin like bathin in a freezin river naked And I really don't know much but I know enough to know Know that I'm lost I've never been so found... (so in touch) Take this job and give it to someone else Corn on the cob is better when its hot with melted butter on top Could warm the soul,but this ones cold Cause I stole it off the side of the road I'm not a real thief, I don't steal more than I eat Everything I take I eat, I never do it for the greed I'm just a gravel trail type of man Pull the car behind the brush and get in touch with your farm land So if and gotta healthy lookin garden in your backyard I'll pull over to admire then I'll check for a dog And if the hairy is clear I'll be back here tonight Set dinner for one under the moonlight... [quiet] (discovered that, I really don't know much, most of much of what I know catches a, , , to my surprise, (2X) in the moonlights when to strike, under the stars gettin ours theres a breeze every night, ) carrots,tomatoes,green beans,cabbages,rhubarb,cauliflower, corn,radishes (verse) here it comes,here it is,n there it went sunrise aright, now its time to get on withcha life loaded up the Ford, with all the rations supplies And hit the road to fly the friendly skies It's been about a month since I left St. Paulie Girl behind punctured the heart but it was for her own good left her sittin in the kitchen with the breakfast dishes And gave a name to this distance that she never would've understood roll the window down, got the sounds distortin And I got my last paycheck and half a carton of Newports man And I'm never gonna quit til I face my challenge And I use your mathematics just to average my gallons And if you buy my tape it puts work on my odometer 10 bucks'd take me 300 kilometers runnin from myself wont stop until I pop so keep an eye open for me at your local record shop (hook)[8X] And I found myself,when I lost myself (until fade)

Steppin' Through

SWOLLEN MEMBERS "Monsters In The Closet"
[Moka Only] Ya'll can do what ya'll want to do just know that we're doin' it the way you want to do, rockin' you just watch how your shit get blown back, I know you wish that you could do it too. People think that they can't do it like Swollen, the Members do it like you never knew. Gettin' it by the grip thats the way we roll it, You better move it when we're steppin' through. [Mad Child] I'm the first and conversed and person street stalker. Off my rocker, a red bull and vodka. Provactively, walkin' like you talkin' to me, branded outlandish, triple deck and stress sandwich. It's an ambush, turn no pad to canvas, ain't it an art words paintin' worth paintin' my heart. New York to LA, Younge Street to Robson, we get the job done and rob with tribeslum. [Prevail] Live and effect, graze the edge of the metal, grace day, game face, first place the rebel. In the cage with the lions, engage with the giants, starts September, Red October preps the Cobra. I coil the sun, snake oil I drum, stick grease up my grill ya'll I'm formula one. Crack a hole in your helmet, your bucket, your pail, woke a Mad Child chemo prevails. [Moka Only] Ya'll can do what ya'll want to do just know that we're doin' it the way you want to do, rockin' you just watch how your shit get blown back, I know you wish tht you could do it too. People think that they can't do it like Swollen, the Members do it like you never knew. Gettin' it by the grip thats the way we roll it, You better move it when we're steppin' through. You feel me as if I wasn't part of you (if I wasn't part of you), if you really doin' what you wanna do (doin' what you wanna do), if you see how Moka only get it done (get it done), Swollen get it lock never sweat it none. Jump in the air, hands in the air, put 'em up, girls shake it down, girls shake it down, wind it up. Come through your town, come through your town, tear it up, once ya'll keep down, ya'll stayin' down, raise the love. [Mad Child] Don't be shocked we made it, Mad Child rocks the greatest, when I'm intoxicated, got shit locked we waited. Invaded and stayed at the fact with tactics activated, can't hate it you played that track attacks infatuated. Fatal attraction won't stop 'till I'm platinum, wam bam gonna flatten 'em, gonna baseball batt'n 'em. Quick draw McGraw, wrap assault rifle, go blind when you look into the mind of a psycho. [Prevail] We're the main attraction boy, you're just a side show, evolve and try to glow in the class don't try to hide bro. We spin the vinyl from the beat ya'll need a sonar, the curb to the club heavy hittin' like a crowbar. No scars, no bruises, no cuts or bumps, those are signs of effects how did you come up chump Through the back door, this is a brand new route, we'll blow the speaker throw the mike stand and grab the dance floor. [Moka Only] Ya'll can do what ya'll want to do just know that we're doin' it the way you want to do, rockin' you just watch how your shit get blown back, I know you wish tht you could do it too. People think that they can't do it like Swollen, the Members do it like you never knew. Gettin' it by the grip thats the way we roll it, You better move it when we're steppin' through. [x2]

Roll Me Away

BOB SEGER "The Distance"
Words and Music by Bob Seger Took a look down a westbound road, right away I made my choice Headed out to my big two-wheeler, I was tired of my own voice Took a bead on the northern plains and just rolled that power on Twelve hours out of Mackinaw City stopped in a bar to have a brew Met a girl and we had a few drinks and I told her what I'd decided to do She looked out the window a long long moment then she looked into my eyes She didn't have to say a thing, I knew what she was thinkin' Roll, roll me away, won't you roll me away tonight I too am lost, I feel double-crossed and I'm sick of what's wrong and what's right We never even said a word, we just walked out and got on that bike And we rolled And we rolled clean out of sight We rolled across the high plains Deep into the mountains Felt so good to me Finally feelin' free Somewhere along a high road The air began to turn cold She said she missed her home I headed on alone Stood alone on a mountain top, starin' out at the Great Divide I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' and my soul began to rise And pretty soon My heart was singin' Roll, roll me away, I'm gonna roll me away tonight Gotta keep rollin, gotta keep ridin', keep searchin' till I find what's right And as the sunset faded I spoke to the faintest first starlight And I said next time Next time We'll get it right

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