I ain’t superstitious,
When a black cat crosses my path.
And, I ain’t superstitious,
As I break the looking glass.
Ain’t afraid of no demons,
Don’t make me laugh!
I ain’t superstitious,
Under the ladder I go.
I ain’t superstitious,
It’s all bullshit, don’t you know!
Ain’t afraid of the shadows,
I like the dark anyway, and that’s a fact!
Superstitious

I ain’t superstitious,
No such thing as bad luck.
I ain’t superstitious,
I couldn’t really give a fuck.
Take your stupid superstitions,
And find some other paranoidal,
Chickenshit, sissy, worm, and, tell it to him.
Superstitious

Ain’t superstitious,
black cat crossed my trail.
I ain’t superstitious,
but a black cat crossed my trail.
Bad luck ain’t got me so far,
and I won’t let it stop me now.
The dogs begin to bark,
all over my neighborhood.
And that ain’t all.
Dogs begin to bark,
all over my neighborhood.
Mmm-mmm
This is a mean old world to live in,
And I can’t face it all by myself, at all.
And, dogs begin to bark,
all over my neighborhood.
The dogs begin to bark,
all over my neighborhood.
I got a feelin’ about the future,
and it ain’t too good, I know that.
I know, I know, I know.
Ain’t superstitious,
but black cat crossed my trail,
(I said it so many times before)
Ain’t superstitious,
a black cat crossed my trail.
Bad luck ain’t got me so far,
and you know I ain’t gonna let it stop me now.
Come on.

[Master P–Talking]
Told y’all
Y’all should of never let No Limit in this muthafucka
Cuz once we get in, we be takin over shit
An we gone off that chop-suy, marinatin
Blowin switches to da world (Bitch, fuck ya)

[Silkk the Shocker]
I’m bout the baddest nigga, no doubt
From West to the South, back to ya house
Nigga in an out quickly, stick ye for ya whole fifty (Whaaa???)
Nigga, I’m on bitches, qucikly
Niggas can’t stick me they tries but they dies
They’ll fuck around, I ain’t lyin, fuck wit me, you out yo’ mind
I’ll slap you wit my right hand and I’m still writin wit it
Hands quicker than lightnin but fuck fightin
Bread, ice is why I’m slicin cake
You niggas need to bow down to the street king
from the 3rd Ward (Caliope, hoe)
(Master P: Where dat at?) Bitch that’s it New Orleans
Face like an 8th Grader, ain’t the bigga nigga, a wind might blow
But while I’m here, a deaf person won’t fuck wit me if they don’t know
Man, No Limit run this bitch like a marathon
Bitch, my click is thick, deeper than a whole Southern down baritone
How da fuck y’all gon’ fade me?
How da fuck y’all gon’ play me?
Thats how we made it, from knockin niggas out
Who try to fuckin play me
Y’all think y’all could but y’all can’t
Thats money in the bank, how da fuck y’all gon’ stop a Tank

Chorus:
I ain’t takin no shorts
Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game
Bitch I’m still the man

[Silkk the Shocker]
I say hustler, fuck these busters
Who da fuck gon’ stop me? None of y’all
Bitches be in my face, I gets the gun, run all of y’all
Cuz y’all some tricks
Stop trickin these hoes stop bitchin these hoes
Punk ass niggas be havin dicks
Y’all need to have clicks you punk ass hoes
I stay posted from sun-down to sun-up, you run up, you get done up
Best believe the spot get hot like summer
Cuz I be the man, look deep into my eyes
Bitch y’all get scared by the 6 foot 6 wise guy
Mr. like shoot it out wit the police
Mr. I gives a fuck, I gots this D seven-teen 5 a key
Birds, you haven’t heard?
I’m from that 3rd, bitch when shit get bad
I put the dope up my stars on the curb
An start hittin fools, in the dice game
I might man, hit ’em all night man
Cuz I’m all night long gone off that fuckin night train
No doubts, I’m in the house, outs the back when the police hit
No doubt they can’t catch me, I’m out this bitch

Chorus

[Silkk]
I’m the man
I’m the man
I’m the man (Who’s the man?)
I’m the man!

When I was young I was the nicest guy I knew
I thought I was the chosen one
But time went by and I found out a thing or two

My shine wore off as time wore on
I thought that I was living out the perfect life
But in the lonely hours when the truth begins to bite
I though about the times when I turned my back and stalled
I ain’t no nice guy after all

When I was young I was the only game in town
I thought I had it down for sure
But time went by and I was lost in what I’d found
The reasons blurred the way unsure

I thought that I was living life the only way
But as I saw that life was more than day to day
I turned around, I read the writing on the wall
I ain’t no nice guy after all,
I ain’t no nice guy after all

In all the years you spent between your birth and death
You know there’s lots of times when you should have saved your breath
It comes as quite a shock when your trip leads to a wall
I ain’t no nice guy after all,
I ain’t no nice guy after all

Hey Slasher?
When I was young I was the nicest guy I knew
I thought I was the chosen one
But time went by and I found out a thing or two

My shine wore off as time wore on
I thought that I was living out the perfect life
But in the lonely hours when the moons the only light
I thought about the times when I turned my back and
stalled
I ain’t no nice guy after all,
I ain’t no nice guy after all

[C-Murder]
Motherfuckers always wonderin why this nigga winding up dead.
Why is this nigga dead.
It’s because motherfuckers out here is stupid.
They giving to it some motherfuckin body.
They cross a nigga.
And they dont watch thier motherfuckin back.
Niggas gonna retaliate.
You cant cross a nigga without gettin it.
Cause a motherfucker realize that.
I aint runnin.

Chorus
I gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runnin
I got my TRU niggas with me and we strapped
I gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runnin
I got my TRU niggas with me and they gunnin
I gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runnin
I got my TRU niggas with me and we riders
I gotta get em fore they get me, I aint runnin
I got my TRU niggas with me and we strapped

I got beef with some niggas on the other side
Them fools cross me, now somebody gotta die
I got the twins in the lex with the black tint
I told em bust if you see a motherfucker flinch
I guess them busters wanna see if the tank real
They wasn’t satisfied when they homie got killed
I aint banging on no motherfucking tape nigga
Test me and I’m gonna celebrate your dead day
I can’t sleep when my enemy is looking for me
I’m paranoid niggas tryin to take my soul from me
But I aint runnin I’m a look em dead in the eye
I’m a real nigga and real niggas dont die

Chorus

[Kane & Abel]
Hot lead at your head at the speed of light
Cant outrun a bullet, you goin die tonight
It aint right but thats the way its gotta be
The circumstance is the murderman dance
Me and my brother made the world pitch black ready for combat
Automatic gats for weed packs stay strapped
Playa some niggas came but everybody aint able
Dick hard starin at a hundred G’s on the kitchen table
They say my status turn to casualties when i squeeze
Hit em up with two two threes, bodies scatter like the breeze
Fatal injuries, i feel sorry for your mother
But i got this motherfucker fore he got me get em

[C-Murder]
Chorus

I’ve come to see it’s a pattern with me
To make a fast getaway
Everytime I get a little too near to love
Somebody gets too close
The next thing I know
I’m up and gone again
Chasin’ the wind and the distant stars above

Ah girl
But I don’t know what’s been goin’ on
Since the night we met
All I know is
I ain’t runnin’ yet

Girl I can see when you look at me
You’re lookin’ for a sign
That somewhere in this heart of mine there’s a place for you
But I want you to know
When those feelings show
That’s what chases me away
But tonight I just gotta stay and see this through

Ah girl
But I don’t know what’s been goin’ on
Since the night we met
All I know is
I ain’t runnin’ yet

I ain’t runnin’ away from the love I see so deep in your eyes
I ain’t runnin’ away and I can’t even say just why
Oh I don’t know what’s been going on since the night we met
All I know is I ain’t runnin’ yet

I ain’t runnin’ away from the love I see so deep in your eyes
I ain’t runnin’ away and I can’t even say just why
Oh I don’t know what’s been going on since the night we met
All I know is I ain’t runnin’ yet

Girl I don’t know what’s been goin’ on
Since the night we met
All I know is
I ain’t runnin’ yet

A Soopafly/Daz production
Suckers!

(Daz)
How many real homeboys y’all got out there?
Can y’all count on one hand? I can
Straight up, Dogg Pound Gangstas
Funky fresh in the flesh
Yeah
That’s what I’m talking about
Yo Kurupt, kick that!

(Kurupt)
I ain’t shit with out my homeboys
Although at times it seems
Trying to make it to different stages, lights and dreams
Different mistakes that was made during the time of the struggle
Two pits unleashed, but held by one muzzle
It’s complicated like a puzzle
Puzzle pieces and money double
????????? really in trouble
I’ma hit the spot and snatch all the knots and pots
Then get ghost by the most of y’all get ?gostic?
Get the fuck out of here!
Ain’t no body else I can call(who dat?)
Besides my motherfucking doggs
I ain’t shit without my homeboyz

(Daz)
When there’s trouble who the fuck can you rely on to die on
On sight, me and my niggas do it wrong or right
I ignite, the fire, marijuana get’s me higher
Always drinking and smoking Philly’s
Getting a nigga wild
Gettin paid, that’s my only desire
Big Style, Lil’ Floss, Tray Dee and me
K-U-R-U-P-T, Soopafly and Crooked Eye
Until then
I hope God don’t pass me by
Every day I work harder to try
Never to fall
But I often rise!
Every day before I open my eyes
To my cousin Big Flip locked down in the pen
To my other homeboyz I won’t ever see again
Like gone in the wind
Like a lottery spin
When it comes down to it
Nigga, who’s your foes and your friends?
I ain’t shit without my homeboyz

(Crooked Eye)
So what could make a crook stay down for his troop
Could it be the gunshots we ducked as a youth huh?
What about the cops we hid from on the roof
Or the shootouts we survived with out wearing a bulletproof
We fruits from a tree that was rotten to the root
We wasn’t supposed to make it our survival don’t compute
I had to chase the paper cause the loot would run from me
We had navigator dreams and only bust money
We rise and we fall together, all together
We brawl and we ball together
Doggs forever
Like Uhhh (lots of people) And you don’t stop!
Fuck around with one of the homies
Watch the glock pop!
One love and keep hollering back
We could split my last dollar in fact
Pop your collar to that
Crooked Eye need a whole click
And like “folls and giblets”
That’s some cold shit. my nigga, some cold shit

(Soopafly)
Cold shit when you elevate and get into some more shit
When we ride together niggas be like “Oh Shit!”
Dogg Pound in the house, rockin the party
(lots of people) All night long!
Gettin high til the break of dawn
Chipped up like a cellular phone
Back up, watch it shine like chrome
And division when you in this shit
But together we can’t be fucked with, crush shit
Never settle for less then the plush shit
But still don’t forget when we was broke
About nine or ten lokes, with only one joint to smoke
Man, I can count on both hands
The different stands and planes
Niggaz took to make it better for the fam
We made our first five grand, was like god damn
New khakis and cortese
We learned the essential meaning of what a whore is
Still clockin more biz
Always looking up, cause if you look down your fucked
Soopafly ????? and chucks, but I ain’t shit without my homeboyz

(overlapping last line, sung)
Please believe I ain’t shit without my homeboyz(and that’s real shit)
I ain’t nothing without my homeboyz (I ain’t shit without my homeboyz)

(Slip Capone)
Shit, not Capone
Real niggaz I knew before I was grown
A lot of motherfuckers died
But I’ma still ride
And represent the evil motherfuckin westside
It ain’t nothing but trues
Real niggaz that pa

Love is my passion
Love is my friend
Love is universal
Love never ends

Then why am I faced with so much anger, so much pain?
Why should I hide? Why should I be ashamed?
Time is much too short to be living somebody elses life
I walk with dignity, I step with pride

‘Cos I ain’t movin’ from my face,
from my race, from my history
I ain’t movin’ from my love,
my peaceful dove, it means too much to me
Loving self can be so hard
Honesty can be demanding
Learn to love yourself,
it’s a great, great feeling

When your down baby, I will set you free
I will be your remedy, I will be your tree
A wise man is clever, seldom ever speaks a word
A foolish man keeps talking, never is he heard

Time’s too lonely, too lonely without words
Future voices need to be heard
Eyebrows are always older than the beards
Momma said be brave, you’ve nothing to fear

I ain’t movin’, I’ve been here long before
I ain’t movin’, ‘cos I want more
I ain’t movin’, got my feet on the ground
As far as I’m concerned, love should win the rounds

(Roger Springer/Bruce Bouton/Mark Chesnutt)

I’ve traveled through lots of places
Seen lots of folks and lots of faces
Even settled down a time or two
I’ve worked the farms, I’ve been to town
Guess you could say I’ve been around
But I ain’t never seen no one like you

I can tell by your smile you don’t believe a word I say
You’re thinkin’ I’ll just stay awhile then be on my way
But girl I think it’s far to warn ya
I’ve done been to California
I ain’t never seen no one like you

I knew a girl in Mississippi
Had twenty different ways to kiss me
Never found a thing she couldn’t do
Hey I even knew some twins in Denver
Stayed with them one cold December
I ain’t never seen no one like you

I can tell by your smile you don’t believe a word I say
You’re thinkin’ I’ll just stay awhile then be on my way
But girl I think it’s far to warn ya
I’ve done been to California
I ain’t never seen no one like you

East to west north to south
You’re the very best girl there ain’t no doubt
I’m tellin’ you you’re really somethin’
The way you got my heart a jumpin’
I ain’t never seen no one like you

I can tell by your smile you don’t believe a word I say
You’re thinkin’ I’ll just stay awhile then be on my way
But girl I think it’s far to warn ya
I’ve done been to California
I ain’t never seen no one like you

Hey girl I think it’s far to warn ya
I’ve done been to California
But I ain’t never seen no one like you
Ah yeah

(Rodney Crowell)

You looked for trouble and you found it son
Straight down the barrel of a lawman’s gun
You’d try to run but you don’t think you can
You make one move and you’re dead man, friend
I ain’t living long like this
I can’t live at all like this, can I baby
He slipped the handcuffs on behind my back
Then he left me freezing on a steel rail track
They got ’em all in the jailhouse, ain’t they bay
I ain’t living long like this
grew up in Houston off of Wayside drive
Son of a charhop in some all night dive
Dad drove a stock car to an early death
All I remember was a drunk man’s death
I ain’t living long like this
I can’t live at all like this can I baby

We know the story how the wheel goes round
Don’t let ’em take you to the man downtown
Can’t sleep at all in the jailhouse, baby
I ain’t living long like this
You live for angel, she’s a roadhouse queen
Make Texas ruby look like Sandra Dee
You want to love her but you don’t know how
You’re at the bottom of the jailhouse now
I ain’t living long like this
I can’t live at all like this, can I baby

You know the story ’bout the jailhouse rock
Go on and do it, but just don’t get caught
They got ’em all in the jailhouse, ain’t they baby
I ain’t living long like this