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JARREN BENTON lyrics - Freebasing With Kevin Bacon

Billion Bucks

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[Hook:] Woke up and I feel just like a billion bucks [x3] They gone hate with me don't give a billion fucks [x3] I'm in VIP I'm with a billion sluts [x3] Everyday I feel just like a billion bucks [x3] [Jarren Benton:] Uno, dou, tres, leggo Y'all sucka ass niggas soft like jello Pull up in the transam nose on the whole gram of the white girl nigga jay oh fellow Kick a nigga dope for the K-I-l-o Blunt full of kush make a nigga feel mellow Sianara to the bad guy to the 45 in the AK mutha fucka say hello Hello, hi, me I'm high, mesmerized by neon lights Bitch you know I throw off doctor said I'm not right Got a white bitch but shes not bright Hit the bitch and blow a nigga for his stickas then imagine what the ho would do for a klondike Feelin' like a billion And I'm about to kill again Hes on his own island bet them niggas think I'm gillagin No resilience I'll pop a nigga, drop a nigga Heath Ledger ya nigga LI'mma pop a little pill again What up to my homie Ned Fresh up out the pin again I shove a mutha fuckas head right inside the ceiling fan Leave a pussy nigga shaking in his Timberlands D-d-d-d stuttering and t-t-t-t-trembling Wake up feeling like a billion bucks Bitch get to steppin' if you don't fuck I need a ho to give me future with the care blowin' in a space ship call the bitch, Aeon Flux Fall off in the club where the heat don't tuck This my year y'all be on suck Gone on that Charlie Sheen that tiger blood bitch we goin' nuts like [Hook] [Rittz:] Ok Jarren, dog I know they scared When they see me and you together man it's so unfair Then when we killin these rappers I bet there's no comparin Not a fan of their music I hate the clothes they wearin And I'm so embarrassed at the state of my city Cause everybody rep they hood and I white boy spot But when they really get the hood Try and tell em where they from they be lookin at them like boy stop But not me I'm from the north side Feeling like a billion I'm a slum-merican Hung yourself fillygan, I'm with a resilient Bitch who let me drill her Afterward she call me up and say she never wanna chill again It's true one say my crew untamed the shit true My black friends Always rob my white friends My white friends get drunk and start fighting each other And when they bloody they be like aw we tight man And this red light, damn, and this ain't sharp rap, drop that shit on the internet and when I see you I'm a tuck in my denim where my sock at, cock back and to swing at your jaw smack, man somebody tell him to fall back The salt of it at just cost it, probably got a weapon in the octagon I stop you while my Jimmy Scotts is on, what you thought, come on, it's my time man your watch is wrong I'm gone, I'm on a whole nother playing field, my name is still Buzzing I'm fuckin up the streets to watch it. Rollin up the Sour D in the Cutlass supreme Fuckers put a grin in the name of Marcus, took a dream, it was steam and people garbage It was keen, momma I'm a be me regardless People talk a lot of shit, 'cause I'm an easy target Eatin Zani bars n drink at tops, I got them feeling like a billion [Hook] [Jon Connor:] Switched on, Flinstone, make this buzzom his own You ain't know you grind, but I stay your man So what you do, peace more. You all niggas real fake, my own nigga's Bill Gates Killing the industry with the difference a gear make I'm here for your ear sake, you wanna hear grey You fucked up your look, I can hear a mirror brake You make it so basic fall, the stairway to heaven you're in lead to my basement Based in the fucking basement it's amazing the Matrix that I hazzle keeps save 'em Hits give 'em the consake, won't cite, I'm a psycho when I write like a riffle Took out on my write ons, I swear that I blast every track man on the Bible Back on, H squad, I came in the hood, nigga, just like y'all Love I stand on my own two feet, but the haters they pray that I just might fall No, never there, I drop classics, nigga, give me that See how my name buzz on the internet, if it's me against the world than I'm winning that See? Look, my niggas trouble like five in the bank, you bullshiting like five in the tank See, I grind for mine, I earn my shots so why ain't got another nigga to thank More, please, get me gang at a young age, say niggas only reviews on the front page And I know that's true, so you leave me in my eyes and do what you gotta do to make sure that's you

Get Paid

TQ "Second Coming"
(feat. Outlawz) [Napolean:] Yeah, from the bottom For the depths, for the bottom We come from there, but we still here We still breath, so long as we got air in these lungs We gonna get something, no matter how, no matter what Listen [Young Noble:] Yo, my whole block family, we all argue and fight But if you not family, keep talkin' aiight Will you get them Nikes Oh you like them yeah They looking good on me, you wanna cop a pair Though it takes some time, we still love everybody Them like my thug sisters, so I'm fuckin' every mommy Everybody know my face, everybody know my name As I walk through I heard em sayin' 'Noble do his thing' I'm flowin' through this game like I'm slidin' on ice Brought these niggas insane like I'm slidin' the dice Applyin' the wife, but ain't nobody dyin' tonight We fryin' the rice, dinner on the steps tonight I bet your life I just might stretch your wife Stretch your dime, stretch your doe, and stretch your time It might sound short, then I'll stretch the rhyme Nothin' but another day, know I ain't gonna lie [Chorus] [TQ:] I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thang Curb surfin' on the corner each and every day (every day) For all the people ‘cause I never find a better way Ain't gonna stop me from hittin' when I see some paper (I'm gettin' it nigga) Somebody tell me what's the price for a better day But it don't matter, I'm gonna get mine anyway But in the scene It's like I still hear my feet the same Can we get paid just wanna get paid [EDI Mean:] Man I wasn't born with it But I'm gonna get it Let it be known I'm on a mission From boss livin', no bullshittin' And I don't sit around niggas who don't want nothin' And I don't kick it with these bitches who always want somethin' I'm my own man, own plan, been that way Lost my father, shit got harder man, and since that day I never ever really trust the world again Age ten, feel frustration No patience when it all forego Fuck takin' it slow I'd rather take it and blow I still roll daily Only stoppin' for my babies I'm a hard luck nigga Keep your guard up nigga Large cut getta I gotta have my piece I'll chop it up with ya man But I gotta have my piece You cannot be mad at me I'm game tight on all sides Obstacles cannot damage my pride I manage to ride, but be it wasn't easy Young struggler, livin' for the love of us Outlaw [Chorus] [TQ:] I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thang Curb surfin' on the corner each and every day (every day) For all the people ‘cause I never find a better way Ain't gonna stop me from hittin' when I see some paper (I'm gettin' it nigga) Somebody tell me what's the price for a better day But it don't matter, I'm gonna get mine anyway But in the scene it's like I still hear my feet the same Can we get paid Just wanna get paid [Kastro:] I'm bluntin', so I'm strapped, and I'm starred and cautious Ain't nothin' but a day at the office I stand-alone so I cut my losses And sometimes I drink until I feel nauseous (ha) It's not easy, believe me, it's no fun Still I chase my paper, till I can't run And I was still just a kid till I had one If not for bad luck, I probably wouldn't have nothin' It's two G's and I just can't quit yet Through all they mind so I just can't sit back I stand strong so you know I don't get checked The born Outlaw so you know I ain't wit' that My younger days in the day tryna figure out A million ways to get paid in a bigger amount It ain't a mystery, it's elementary Cash rules, and that's the way it was meant to be [Napolean:] () Eat now, I'm kinda low in the pockets House lookin' like shit, volts is climbin' out the sockets But that's how it is in twenty-three a.m. Brick City, N-J Besides Cali, it's the home of the A-K I'm paid to roll, was raised to roll But at least in my heart, I've always felt alone I stayed strong through all the times I supposed to I pray to God daily, you barely when you supposed to Close to the money ‘cause it's close to my heart In my life, death ain't nothin' but a walk in the park Hard times gettin' sweeter now I guess Allah must have blessed us ‘cause we eatin' now Come on [Young Noble:] Reminiscing of the days we was broke man (broke man) We still missin' tryin' to get it, it's a sure thang (sure thang) The forecast for today said it's gonna rain (gonna rain) ([TQ:] Can I get paid) Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (gonna hang) Live yours, and you know I'm tryin' to live mine (live mine) Get yours, ‘cause I ain't tryin' to give mine (give mine) Everybody comin' out at the same time (same time) Nothin' but another day, know I can't lie ([TQ:] Can I get paid) Reminiscing of the days we was broke man (broke man) Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (still we gonna hang) ([TQ:] Can I get paid)

U Ain't Gonna Take My Life

ICE CUBE
* Originally appeared as a B side to Cube's Wicked single Mr. Dirty Harry you look really scary With your .357 officer Kevin Spent 11 years on the force trying to get mine Head got the flat top boots got the spit shine Don't give a fuck about my neighborhood Just wanna do your eight hours then hit the showers Shoot a brother down adn you don't send flowers Goddamn sherrif can't wait to tarriff A chunk of a nigga ass, but watch a nigga blast And get away nigga fast You ain't gonna have me face down no more You ain't gonna have a chance to clown no more To the boys in blue, I got kids too Ain't going out like a jigaboo, no no no On my way to the store You see me in a Range Rover, now you gotta pull me over But where oh where is the ticket? You got your hand on your gun cause you're wicked You don't like the face of the original man But you gotta treat me like an individual man Talk right and I'll talk right back Show some goddamn respect to the black Cause I gotta get back to my wife But I'm sorry, you ain't gonna take my life Just because you got a badge Did you think Ice Cube was gonna wave the white flag? Cracker please, you can yell freeze I'd rather die standing up than die on my knees You think you can do anything you want to do To my crew when you come through, man fuck you Shooting up South Central Catch your ass slipping at a rent show Could have popped you off, one dead cop But I know you got a wife and a dog named Spot I show a little mercy cause I'm civilized Looking through a nigga's eyes at a much bigger prize But when I saw Rodney it got me so hot Made me wanna go out and pop me a cop Cause every time you see me sagging Here comes the Grand Dragon, in the motherfucking patty wagon Try to play me like a trick Sometimes you act like a dick, Mr. Nightstick Back then, I used to throw my Mack-10 But nowadays you got the black skin Back then you don't like the voice of a nigga named Ice But you ain't gonna take my life You man let's get an understanding I know that your job is demanding But I only got me one life to live You only got about six shots to give And I got a big AK with a 50-round clip So why should we trip? You ain't gonna punk me, so what you trying for? Ain't no job worth dying for, is it? Might pay a visit to Petey Wheatstraw When you stop me on the shore, officer of the law And if I did something wrong, you can lock me up Never never never gonna sock me up So next time you have the urge, all of the sudden To fuck with a nigga for nothing Think about me, a brother that's 23 I got a son and a J-O-B So before you pull your gun, you'd better think twice Pig, cause you ain't gonna take my life

Where Have You Been

JAY-Z "The Dynasty Roc La Familia"
[Beanie Sigel] Damn how am I gonna say this shit? hey... hey dad, yeah it's your boy remember me? I wanna talk to you scrap I remember being kicked out the house 'cause I looked just like you Said I'd be nothing but a crook just like you The niggaz in the hood was shook Where the just like you 'Cause all they said was little whitey look I'm just like you But dog I can't see it at all, shit We never kicked it at all We never pitched or kicked at a ball dog, you never taught me shit how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat none of that sorts of shit Nigga you was an abusive pops fuck you left me out to dry, stuck gotta teach news to box gotta teach news to bop and that aint the half of it man I gotta teach news to block It's about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down) sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons how they grew to be men and father they sons father they daughters nigga, you left a fatherless daughter I never follow your orders nigga you make me sick pussy you could....ooh how you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom I 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9 put it in my palm when I was young and said that would be mine, you turned me out the reason why I hit the block reason why I tried to hit them cops reason why I started hittin shots reason why I started gettin licked and drinkin syrup and skippin court ginger bread man never think of gettin caught look at your hand man damn you fought nigga you left my mom left us with no good-bye's you left us out to dry you left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no replies no digits numbers was unlisted you left us with some of my loneliest night nigga some of my hungriest nights shit, one of the reasons for years (shit embarrasin) damn we used to think money was white yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant we aint eat right from them foods from them stamps and to think you was my pop, man i gotta stop shit chorus: (Beanie Sigel) dad where have you been (and when you come home you got us here all along) mommy where daddy went (you always take up for him always said you'd make up for him) mommy what happened then (what was you cheatin on him why he was always beatin on you?) daddy where have you been? (nigga, you gonna hear me out) [Jay-Z] I wanted to walk just like him (remember?) wanted to talk just like him (word) often momma said I look too much and I thought just like him (it could happen) wanted to drink Miller nips and smoke Newports just like you but you left me, now I'm goin to court just like you I would say 'my daddy loves me and he'll never go away' bullshit, do you even remember December's my birthday? do you even remember the tender boy you turned into a cold young man with one goal and one plan get mommy out of some jam, she was always in one always short with the income always late with the rent You said that you was comin through I would stay in the hallway (waitin) always playin the bench (waitin) and that day came and went Fuck You! very much you showed me the worst kind of pain but I'm stronger and trust me I will never hurt again will never ask mommy 'why daddy don't love me? Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly? Mommy why is your eyes puffy?' please don't cry everything'll be alright I know it's dark now, but we gon' see the light It's us against the world we don't need him, right? (right) mommy drivin 6's now (yeah), I got riches now (yeah) I bought I nice home for both of my sisters now we doin real good we don't miss you now see how life twists around? (fucka!) chorus

One White Duck / 0^{10} = Nothing At All

JETHRO TULL "Minstrel In The Gallery"
There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a tray. And the motorway's stretching right out to us all, as I pull on my old wings --- one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow. And I'll float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft and low. There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called. You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real So fly away Peter and fly away Paul --- from the finger-tip ledge of contentment. The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls. And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all. Something must be wrong with me and my brain --- if I'm so patently unrewarding. But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way --- and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all. There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door. I'm available for consultation, But remember your way in is also my way out, and love's four-letter word is no compensation. Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates --- so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion. Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays --- to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion.

One White Duck At All

JETHRO TULL "Minstrel In The Gallery"
There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a tray. And the motorway's stretching right out to us all, as I pull on my old wings --- one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow. And I'll float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft and low. There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called. You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? So fly away Peter and fly away Paul --- from the finger-tip ledge of contentment. The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls. And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all. Something must be wrong with me and my brain --- if I'm so patently unrewarding. But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way --- and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all. There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door. I'm available for consultation, But remember your way in is also my way out, and love's four-letter word is no compensation. Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates --- so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion. Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays --- to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion.

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