Lil Wayne:
I ain’t terrified from nuthin’
I’m young wild crazy and disgustin’
Better watch me cuz I’m coming
With a oven by my stomach
I’m scramblin’ for the money
Tape ya up like a mummy
Call ya people and tell ’em
I need 50 for this dummy
I’m runnin’ hidin’ and duckin’
Stuntin’ ridin’ and thuggin
Dumpin’ fire and bustin’
Lovin, lyin’ and lustin’
Stealin’ killin’ and rapin
Runnin’ climbin and chasin
Strugglin hustin’ to make
Get it got it I take it
Watch ya Chevy mister
Move ya purse miss
Cuz I tote heavy pistols
And man they burst quick
It’s too late to hesitate
I was told there’d be better days
But shit that was yesterday
And still I haven’t ate
But dog that’s how ya labor when ya bein’ a thug
These niggas don’t seem to feel me till they seein’ they blood
Can’t hide it though
I represent the 17th Carrollton Hollygrove
That’s my G-code

Chorus (Lil Wayne):
Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon’ live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit the block and open up
We gon’ die by that
(repeat)

Juvenile:
We raised up lookin’ at trees and brick walls
Foreign properties and pack some menthals
Got us a fire connect and went off
Got jammed with this broad that rent cars
Wasn’t tryin’ to change the game, just be in it
Didn’t give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes
Snatch all the hoes and ‘bauds and ree’ tennis
Niggas can’t survive the shit that we been in
Jack niggas to get some cheap linen
The ones that refuse we put ’em to sleep in it
Got up in the mornin’ for class and play hookie
Some of us is veteran some of ’em stay rookie
Bitch couldn’t talk to us if she wasn’t fuckin’
Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Chorus

Juvenile:
If war ever came we held the fort down
Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
Stayed on point to make some more green
Get our stash away from dope fiends
Nigga had a habit he supplied his own
Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome
We kept a little work for the ki’s and bones
Crowds draw heat so we be’s alone
We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch
Them other motherfuckers fall off the block
24/7 all around the clock
We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot
We had a chance to stop, we still wasn’t ready
Shit kept comin’ so we made more fetti
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Chorus x 2

(Uncle Snoop Dogg.)
Yo’ whassup, whassup.
(Could you read us a bedtime story?)
Alright, alright.
Ya’ll get my ash tray, get my lighter.
I’m a read ya’ll a gangsta bedtime story.
Come here, sit on my lap.
(Okay.)
Check it out.

Great scotts, it’s hot today
He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his chest
He fell to the floor with his hands in the air
His vision gettin blurry but you know I didn’t care
Peck, peck, he tried to stay on deck
So I ran up on this nigga and I shot him in his neck
Shooting like a muthafuckin vietnam vet
Riding on this nigga disrepectin my set
No stranger to danger ain’t no warning shots
On the hood gettin hot, anybody can drop
You better have a spot up in town my nigga
Cause please believe it, it can go down my nigga
Caught up in some traffic behind some hood rat
Grease strikes you out with no get back
Wishing for a steak eatin on a Kit Kat
And your bitch ain’t shit the little homie hit that
Sit back and go see, take a trip up with me
Let’s go get a stick nigga dip with me
We can ride on some niggas for nuthin at all
Even if we cool with ’em, fuck ’em let’s go get ’em
LBC in this muthafucka cuz
I had to show these niggas what time it was
We got thugs, cons, drugs and guns
We claiming everything nigga, even dimes and doves
Have you ever slapped a bitch to mack your grip
Or better yet, strapped a clip
To a muthafuckin’ nine millimeter for heater
And put the ride down out of G two seater
You need a nigga like me to get your game like that
Young nigga, you could get a smack for that
I’m that nigga who brought the afro back
And pat your back and then I turn around and snatch your sack
Before I came out niggas was wearing slack
I brought the curl back and the golf hat
The black poker sack and this skandelous raps
The one eight seven kidnaps and jacks
I brought snaps to the game nigga
Raps to the game nigga, I’m that big rap name nigga
S-N double O-P fa sho
I do my thang way cut throat on the downlow
Oh once upon a time in the LBC
There lived a OG from the DPG
And all the little kids looked up to him
All the women stayed true to him, police tried to do him
But couldn’t do nothing to him cause he’s like stainless steel
And all they hated on him because he was way to real
I don’t know why but he’s just so fly
But I gotta end this story by saying goodnight

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Lil Fame]
I’m back and I’m stuck up in this bitch [who dat?]
Me bitch [who dat?]
The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
I’m known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cuz when I’m spittin, I’ma split your shitit
When I aim, yo you try to get a name
But aint, provin a thang
I’m still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring [uh huh]
Now who the lame that wan’ tango with Lil Fame
Step in the ring and I’ll break yo’ ass up like Mills Lane
[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?
That *Kool Moe P* shit, nigga, put it down
Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud
When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child
Made the church people on your block wanna move out
I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out
Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist
We don’t say put your hands up, niggas stand up
You gotta get it, cuz you now listen
Dump off your body ?til your whole family die fishin?
The street mayor, ghetto street playa
Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare
Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame
But I got four words for ya, don’t fuck with Fame
Cuz I’m a machine gun kelley, clappa dude
Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!
Aint no escapin these streets I’m raised in
It’s so amazin, we still blazin
Aint no savin yo’ ass from hell raisin
They be strippin your cantelope off the pavement
Wit yo’ wig split in half and your chest caved in
So walk on the green, I’ma cut yo’ ass down if you walk in between
So listen up and hear me boy, I’m the American [slash!] pretty boy

HOOK:
First Fam, ridiculous
Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust
Them false dudes can’t get wit us
Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
First Fam, ridiculous
Fools try to move but them fools can’t get wit us
Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin,
MASHIN!!

[Billy Danze]
I done figured it out [what’s that?]
They don’t want us to shine [true]
You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron
I still got it, for when I’m facin situations like this
You dissin? I’m hittin
Listen, is it me or the industry to understand
I’m a whole different breed of man
Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx
And I’m servin double and single shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]
What! Who gon’ tame me
I’m a back block nigga and can’t, nobody change me
You can look at me strangely
Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don’t blame me
First Family trainee, take what’s mine
’99 is my time to shine, that’s that
[Take it easy] Fuck that, I’m ready yo
I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio
Fizzy Wo’, [suckas never played us]
They can’t fade us, they hate us, they anus
In fact when you touch ’em face to face, they stay in they place
They know I’m slayed up from the right side left five in one fist
Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love
You hear the soft music in the background it’s your brain on slugs
Now, it’s a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]

Goin’ home, late last night
suddenly I got a fright
Yeah I looked throughout the window and surprised what I saw
Fairy boots were dancing’ with a dwarf, all right now!
Fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me
yeah I saw it, I saw it, I tell you no lies
Yeah Fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me
I saw it, I saw it with my own two eyes, well all right now!
So I went to the doctor, see what he could give me
he said “Son, son, you’ve gone too far.
’cause smokin’ and trippin’ is all that you do.”
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Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you board young men
They’re like a star on summer mornin’
They’ll thirst a fear and then they’re gone

They’ll tell to you some lovin’ story
And they make you think that they love you well
Then away they’ll go and court some other
And leave you there in grief to dwell

I wish I was on some tall mountain
Where the ivy rocks are black as ink
I’d write a letter to my lost true lover
Whose cheeks are like the mornin’ pink

For love is handsome, love is charming
And love is pretty while it’s new
But love grows cold as love grows old
And fades away like the mornin’ dew
And fades away like the mornin’ dew
And fades away like the mornin’ dew


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Glory seeker, fortune hound, don’t you ever,
break it on down.
Ain’t you been to school
Ain’t you learned the rules
Ain’t you paid them dues
The life you need is fair, fair but so uncool

Rip off artis, shootin’ down.
If you dig it, you’re a clown-
Can’t you understand
Can’t you lend a hand
Can’t you be a man
Greedy joker, slidin’ by, dealin’ jones-ses with a high

Don’cha see it’s wrong
Don’cha wait too long
Don’cha hear this song
Time is passin’, time is gone
Meet your mirror, further on
Won’t you ever yearn
Ever yearn to learn
Won’t ya take ya turn
The life you lead is fair, fair
But so uncool (repeat out)
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Your credit is good if you’re a member
Just a token to help the people remember
All we’ve done for you
Nobody buys and nobody sells
And nobody speaks ’til the chairman tells you
We’re gonna be your religion, throw those others away

(Chorus)
Fair exchange for your freedom
Fair exchange for your life
Hail the new perfect order
Ending trouble and strife
No one can refuse our offer, it’s a fair exchange

You’re on file, our computer
Knows what’s best for you
We will provide the solution, for the rest of you
Safety and peace, the terror will cease
Forget everything the fanatics tell you
Now you can worship the leader
All he wants is your soul

(Chorus)

We’re under control, never worry
Always watching you
Now you’re a part of the program
We’ll be using you
What do you want? We know what you need
Get out of line, we eliminate you
All for the good of the people
Better one man should die

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Under the iron shop
The farewell ladies wink
Always promising no one to crush them
Always pockerfaced before bingo
Does it snap or just happen?
But a queen’s prize awaits
She might rub her legs
But a queen’s prize awaits
Currently fabulous
And perhaps at last the song that you sing
will have meaning

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Have you ever seen yourself on TV?

Well I have

Have you ever been more famous than me?

Well I have

Have you ever been stung by a bee?

Well I have

Have you ever met Muhammad Ali?

I have, I have



Have you ever had a case of the flu?

Well I have

Have you ever had to escape from a zoo?

I have

Have you ever met the guys in The Who?

Well I have

I’m in Who’s Who, are you?

I am



Have you ever stood in line at the bank?

Had an uncle named Frank?

Have you ever rode around in a tank?

I have



But I’ve never been to Fairbanks Alaska

That’s the only place I’ve never been

Have you ever been everywhere else?

I have, I have



Have you ever locked your keys in your car?

Well I have

Have you ever been thrown out of a bar?

I have

But I’ve never shot 18 under par

And I still don’t know where all those balls are

Except the one that went in some doctor’s car

One time in Lincoln Nebraska



And some day I’m going to Fairbanks Alaska

If it’s the last thing I ever do

Have you ever done everything else?

I have too, I have!

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It’s the principle
it’s the issue that your principal would dismiss you.
Because you don’t fit into that all-American Box.
That coffin created for creative thought.
It’s disgusting his priorities
And how we’re entrusting him with authority.
His gavel’s gone down before he looked in your
heart. He finished this race(ism) before he reached the start.
Jesus loved the outcasts.
He loves the ones the world just loves to hate.
And as long as there’s a heaven, there’ll be a failure to excommunicate.
The world just keeps you at an arm’s length.
Every week you work up the strength to fight the flames that are hurled.
Let your faith shine right through.
You know it’s the world
versus Jesus and you. It’s disgusting, their priorities.
And how we’re entrusting them with
authority.
Their gavel’s gone down before they looked in your heart.
They finished this race(ism).


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