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Dying Fetus lyrics

For Us Or Against Us

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Turn your back and take a look at what the world is really like. What is there for you and I? (Nothing short of suicide) Burn the candle at both ends, the options growing few. Something's wrong, don't pretend (you must now decide) Mounting pressure, social breakdown a dying planet, revolution, mass uprising, we're begging for it. Live for us, or live for them the worker is the key. shut outside, with no defense (from factory to burning fields). Sweat and blood, for days and years hours wasted still, more to life than wealth and war? (what is left for them to kill?) The force of life, is dead of thirst golden years have turned to rust, our spirits crushed, our bodies bleed, our throats are cut. And dreams of better times have turned to dust. For the last time, can you fuck off an die? You made this world, and killed it. So rich that your cash has made you blind, you don't give a fuck about us. My patience is too thin to try. Your kind was made to suffer, by the powers we hold in time. Your life will soon be over. Our lives determined by the system's needs, lost inside its cold machinery. Fucked for life, ‘cause the base is paved. We whore ourselves out for a daily wage. Laughing at the children by their feet, their greed can turn such innocence to meat. So contract signed, and with no mind to feed, the masses slave it while the masters feast. The sources of their lies, are hidden in the past The essence of the truth, lies dead in the aftermath. Find another way, before the cause is lost Pull yourself up, and we'll fight together. With us or not, there are no in-betweens Try and think fast, or you won't be breathing. From this point, the only way is up Time is running out, the door is slamming shut. The burden of a cost, may be too much It takes a lot of lives, just to break the cycle. It takes a lot of hate, and takes a lot of luck the sooner it's all done, we can finally say we're free Burning, our consciousness. The fire is spreading. The challenge is waiting...

24 Hours To Live

DMX "The Great Depression"
[Puff Daddy] I want you to ask yourself one question If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure How would you handle it Mase, what would you do [Mase] Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal I'd even look for my dad that I never knew And show him how I look in my Beretta, too I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto Show them what they could have if they never settle Take every white kid from high class level Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress Give every bum on the street cash to invest And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request [Jadakiss] Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket Then go get a jar from Branson And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time Spread it out on different floors And I'm gon' play lotto, for what Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what [Black Rob] You know when I was close to the ledge I'd probably be in the wedge With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor Jump in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six Went home took a shower in nice cold water And spent my last hours wit my son and my daughter [1] - If you had twenty four hours to live just think Where would you go What would you do Who would you screw And who would you wanna notify Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die If you had twenty four hours to live just think Where would you go What would you do Who would you screw And who would you wanna notify Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die [Sheek] What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga gotta get the raw Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve The other eight had to be baking soda by itself So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my place We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad For my son to have the same shit his pops just had And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me [Styles] If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth Run in the station squeezin the inf' I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant Back to the twenty four I make it out the precinct Shootin niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin' I'm on the job robbin' every so-called Don Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb So fuck bein' violent get stocks and bonds [DMX] Twenty four left until my death So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath I know exactly where I'm goin', but I'mma send you there first And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'mma send you there worse I've been livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end But before I go, say hello to my little friend But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog Turn like three buildings on Wall Street, into a fog Out with a bang, you will remember my name I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't fame [Repeat 1 until fade]

Don't Know Nobody

NOREAGA "The Reunion"
[Noreaga] Yo, yo, yo, I'ma have to stand up Take game, I got grabbed up Asking me questions, interogating The way the hatin, they just remind me of satan Keep em motivating, police asking questions about this and this I don't know shit, and hell no, I don't know 5 or 6 I'm confined to a small room I celly off to my beeper, thought I had to sues And the headache, was the feelings for me and my crew To take impostas, impalas and black sues Big boys, and LL cues I'm thinking like deep cover I'm in too deep, like Donnie Brasco Who could be the asshole I make sure the motherfucker don't last long Roll to the castle where my niggas be, triggers be Blowin they backs out, they felt the misery And the decision be, spill coffee Who's on the beats I can't be locked up They had evidence, make the scenery all dense But it's Ok my lawyer will approach the bench [Chorus] I don't know nobody, and I ain't seen shit Thats the way it is, you try to lock me up Put me in cuffs, motherfucker handle your biz Cause I don't know nobody, and I ain't seen shit That's the way it is, you try to lock me up Put me in cuffs, motherfucker handle your biz [Capone] Pop, they caught me off guard I was stuck the beat shit fucked I went down to my knees And put out the trees I sat down on the benches He snuck his dog on my five senses All I could hear was a walky talky saying I got em I'm asking the charge, yeah you know he shot em We biscuit printed plus your first henes borrowin I ain't heard nuff yet, next day daily news read Murder suspect, 19, down in Queens Day of rainment where he had slim chance to win it Two asses from bail so they gave glances It's Friday, had to lay for the weekend stretch First thing, Monday morning, calling for street connects Man I forgot the machine they callin for Fuck a message all they need is it playin back I'm confined a 8 by 12 flat With bums niggas who sell crack Flippin off the the world Chorus [Maze] It's like 4 in the morning and the crib sleeping easily My dogs got me off feet face me slow down I'm like what the fuck the deal He's like the shut the fuck up We got evidence, we know the deal They got tape confessions of your man Whiping out your man Key witness to the stands I should have played yours The moving bar to my moms get the news to bar Same time Jake taking me out Same line gonna try and fake me out Sitting in the van pointing face out Soon as I hit the plan, the course going close the plan Take em out, take em out, before the court day out I won't say, but by tomorrow, I'm out Nothing to say follow snitch Lay low, and hollow him out And pones is wilding too Niggas like Maze got the same time as you [Musaliny] Walking down a half dee, snatch me up Little g's no pad These niggas gonna cuff me up On stayed in the back so he could scuff me up Blows from the walky talky, gonna fuck me up Asking me about shit I knew, but won't tell Just you and Baby D, ain't nobody depending on me Saying if I won't talk, I'll wait in the cell They got evidence to leave me in jail There's no time for this shit Just sign the statement If you snitching, you won't have to say shit Reverse pyschology, he trying to lie to me He try to pin me for murder And a string of robberies Plus you a ex-con send me to the book Cause press on Cash and bonds, they won't last very long I know they frontin, they got nothing on me I ain't saying shit, why these niggas saying something


Truth's are all lies The commons I Despise They really didn't do it for me A greased palm over here get's you something over there Doesn't honesty count for anything? I can hear it ring Libery for me, Can't you hear it ring? God damn deaf! One of the masses...YUCK! Demeaning, demeaning What's the meaning? Why do Jackasses and Dumbos fight? Something's not right A political cival war, unrest! I think some bastard father said it best 'GROW THE HELL UP!' Go get a life! 'bout the bout it's a common intervention Unity and confussion A twisted messed up invention Mock the mocked who follwed the flock Who never really picked up on what life's about! He is wrong, who answers the answers Question not me but all the questions Gesture a finger, he laid one on me Pressure the man, for his lies lay in our plans To score one in the forum A fucking peice of the pie It's amazing the arrogence which comes with a suit and tie A degree allows some degress of free bullshit to spill To never swallow pride for it's a mighty big pill Paranoia strikes with the check in the mail Liberty without the cash, watch the freedom set sail Out of your life, you get no remorse Relinquish you humility with all force

King Pin Dream

MACK 10 "Bang Or Ball"
[Talking] Gangsta? (haha!, what?) Mikkey Finest (fa sho') Ah King Pin's Dream Mack 10, Inglewood I'm nigga Mikkey Chi-Town, Birdman [*Laughs*] Listen, Whatcha got nigga?... [Mikkey] I got a trouble find bitches in the kitchen and they cooking it row Realisting feams like stitches with the hooker in they chow Fuck the law, man - I'm known for cooking it row Til the cops just chill - I got something for y'all I got a Bentley and the Hummer and they sittin on 'em daters I got a hot power lawyer with the million retater Douth-South, Westside - man, I own my city Got judges on my pay roll like they own the nigga It's a professional with my game, I ball with the best Birdman, Down-South - Mack 10 out West Fuck with my money, put to put the mack to yo' chest Want war? I take it there - or rather tattooed to there See them Cash Money niggas - how can I iced like 'em Cooking coke from the pill-up, it's got a prices like 'em You know a nigga Whoopise - I got a wife like him You heard a Micheal Jordan right! - I got a life like him I'ma mothafuckin hustla - y'all know the game Chi-Town Mikkey Flow - y'all know my name Game is risky but a nigga rather died the fame and live life - broken hungry out here, cracking for bread [Mikkey (Chorus)] 2x It's a King Pin's Dream - coke and feminines Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams So, busting out the scene - guns, scopes and beems But the thing about it dream - it ain't all watta seem [Mack 10] (yo, yo, yo) When it comes to drugs - these reppers ain't get none but fo' Ohhh square ass nigga and full of brains are sold I Know 'em Feds is on heat but I don't give a fuck I'm so deep in the game it's like my name is stuck From crack, more then likey is a suggestion of sell I gives a fuck - who ya breaking and disso skell I live life like a King Pin weed but raw I'm the richest gang living them niggas ever saw I with ya belly from Toyota with the biggest and baking soda Pirates po's full of peppers and crack folders I'ma dope dealer - and I got coke scrilla My whole crew can sit to at x-cons and killas and my bitches is falls who bomb, head and coochie Rockin props, the fades - the letto pump boochie First statis, rock rolo - when I came to the door? and now it's Bentleys, Mansions and meats to the floor Kickin gears on Parley's, while the straight pipe screen and I had a block on lock - since I was fifteen Mack Sapranos - the most of unforgiven and fuck a job, cause dope money is how I'm living [Mikkey (Chorus)] 2x It's a King Pin's Dream - coke and feminines Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams So, busting out the scene - guns, scopes and beems But the thing about it dream - it ain't all watta seem [Baby] (Fa sho', fucked up, look) My homey got marries - so, you know we aint slipping Two hoes, two Bentleys - you know we ain't dipping Lifestyle, drug dealing - you know we ain't trippin Got killas on the row - you know we ain't slipping Tote trucks full of bricks - you know we ain't chickens New cars, pretty broads - you know we been pimpin Bitch stars, body bars - we hitting and missing Big cars, superstars - cause wheels gon' spinning Pretty honeys, bug stunt - cause the money we spending Planty bitchs and warehouse - tinning piece for chicken Riot guns shoot 'em up - for this life that I'm living PO partners doin time - cause my homeboy miss me The Feds, big trippin - cause they failed me to get me Mack 10 re-shout - til ya homey my nigga King Pin, Big Tymin - drug dealing my nigga Transport and cocaine - and statelines my nigga [Mikkey (Chorus)] 2x It's a King Pin's Dream - coke and feminines Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams So, busting out the scene - guns, scopes and beems But the thing about it dream - it ain't all watta seem [over chorus talking] Hmm, hmm, hmm...uh-huh, uh-huh, fa sho' nigga oh yeah... uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-uh, uh-uh, fa sho', look here [Baby {talking}] This is y'all Ol' Tymers niggas, y'all know H-dash play, right! The liquor is a lifestyle of a drug dealing nigga, y'understand It ain't Twenty-two's is more it's twenty-five's nigga, what? Even chicken from the hood - to the mothafuckin living ride Y'knowwhatI'msayin, getcha nigga, come in my project see my crib nigga We got loadin .14, for sashie, all the best up and the best nigga It ain't none gon' stop my nigga.. We cooking bricks in the kitchen my nigga, y'understand Don't come outside stunt boy.. unless you got it right boy y'knowwhatI'msayin', Cash Money Hot Boy... and we doin' this nigga Life, life, hot, hot, we got this (hot, hot) we got this (hot, hot) WE got this (hot, hot) we on fire, don't fuck...

Betta Ask Somebody

50 CENT "Beg For Mercy"
[50 Cent] I, know, you, know I'm, on, fiiiii-re [Chorus: 50 Cent] If, you don't know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga If, you don't know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a buck Cause when you broke you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds Learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight Some niggaz hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down Front niggaz didn't know me then, bet they know me now Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down While I'm in the world, tryin to bring my loot through Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga [Chorus] [Verse Two: Young Buck] Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!) G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler Plus I probably done robbed mo' artists than Russell Always in trouble, you can blame my mother Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle I ain't crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb Keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets I'm a country boi, you can hear it when I speak G-Unit! [Chorus] [Verse Three: 50 Cent] Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood I made a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!) Don't take much to make my gun go off One shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!) If you don't know you betta ask who I be Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV Down in the Lou', they say they feelin me derrty In New Orleans they say I'm that nigga, ya heard me? From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don't front You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up Rollin that weed up Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked Hit with a bat or beat up Fuck that, we're on that same bullshit Same forty-cally glock, same full clip Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me [Chorus]

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