Some of that 151 Son (yeah some of that bogus)
(“What you got in the trunk?”)
Aight aiyyo Son yo yo
You think that motherfuckin nigga’s out there right now Son?
(Word what he doin out here?)
Son we got drama with that nigga
Be tryin to fuckin front last week
(What that kid out there? Yo I seen that nigga earlier knahmsayin?)
Nah fuck that go go open the window real quick Son
Open that fuckin window
(You gonna take him from the window nigga?)
Yo hold up
That, there go, that’s that nigga right there Son?
Right next to the basketball court?
(Yeah yeah, that’s the one)
Oh shit! C’mere c’mere c’mere c’mere, turn the lights out
(I got somethin too Son, that’s how we do)
Turn the lights out, c’mon through
*sounds of clips and an automatic being cocked*
(Back up, back up, they lookin)
Aiyyo Son, I’ma hit that nigga right now Son
Word to mom I’ma hit him out the window Son
*Twilight Zone in the background*
(Yo you BUGGIN Son!)
Heh nhah chill ‘Zo, fuck that
I’ma hit that nigga right out the motherfuckin window
(Ga head Son, go head man!)
Hold up (You want somebody go bust him!)
Nah fuck that I’ma hit this nigga out the window Son
(Ga head man!)
Shit shit shit don’t blow it up, duck down
(Yo let me do it man, let me do it, go head)
*two shots, eighteen shots, seven shots*
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah nigga, yeah!
Yeah! (gimme gimme gimme gimme)
*two shots*
Fucker! (What?)
Chorus: Mobb Deep
(Yo it’s the) G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardia
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama we bring, yeah/yo that’s a small thing
(repeat 2X)
Verse One: Prodigy
Awright now, pay attention to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keepin you niggaz in perspective
Mobb, representative, call me the specialist
Professional, professor at this rap science
Up in the labratory, here’s why your small rhyme bore me
Store bought rap ain’t shit, my category
is that of an insane who strike back (what?)
I draw first blood, it’s over with, and that’s that
You wanna square off, forsake and slice that cat
You get splashed, from back of your head, to ass crack
Surgical signs to the end, with iron map
Which bring, apocalypse to this game called rap
Not a game but quite serious and yo in fact
You’ll be runnin for dear life so far you might fall off the map
Fuckin with P, you need a gat
At least to have the opportunity to bust back
First shot the motherfucker pack around world premier
Shook individual bound from blind fear
Scared to death niggaz fall to they worst fear
My retail’s in braille, for vision impaired
You lookin for P, well you can find him everywhere
In a project near you, I’ll be right there
I was brought up and taught to have no fear (now)
Live wire niggaz stay behind me in the rear (now)
Cowardly hearts, step aside, stand clear (fear)
My bloodthirsty niggaz got they eyes on you
QBC, lime Bacardia, G.O.D. Father Pt. III
On some hashish, to Embassy Suite, crash your party
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Two: Havoc
Yeah yo, lime Bacardi, gettin bent, crash the party
Handle B-I, bringin it to anybody
Physical damage, crowd control handle cannons
Hittin you ripped, leave your bloodstream contamin-ed
While you actin out of character, we observin
Drillin em down so hard, I know we felt you comin at em
Hennessee raps float like the Phantom
Runnin you up out of the spot in which you standin
Never second-guess a cat who hold gat
Concealed, but easily revealed and fast
Body castin raps to get your back snapped in half
and severed, impossible pain beyond measure
Sheisty living brought him to his last bread (bread)
Life changed around quick to one stead (stead)
Face full of fear, conquerin your ice gr
Common:
After bein’ 25 you know just trying to survive in the world
Bout to have a little boy or baby girl. Who knows?
Anyway just when you start gettin that little age and experience to you
You start thinkin about stuff…tryin to make the right moves
So bust it out this is what I was thinkin check it
Yo the education of the Lon chicka Lonnie Lynn
Began, began with time
Bein my bloodline is one with the divine
In time brotha, you will discover the light
Some say that God is Black and the Devil’s White
Well, the Devil is wrong and God is what’s right
I fight, with myself in the ring of doubt and fear
The rain ain’t gone, but I can still see clear
As a child, given religion with no answer to why
Just told believe in Jesus cuz for me he did die
Curiosity killed the catechism
Understanding and wisdom became the rhythm that I played to
And became a slave to master self
A rich man is one with knowledge, happiness and his health
My mind had dealt with the books of Zen, Tao the lessons
Koran and the Bible, to me they all vital
And got truth within ’em, gotta read them boys
You just can’t skim ’em, different branches of belief
But one root that stem ’em, but people of the venom try to trim ’em
And use religion as an emblem
When it should be a natural way of life
Who am I or they to say to whom you pray ain’t right
That’s who got you doin right and got you this far
Whether you say “in Jesus name” or Hum do Allah
Long as you know it’s a bein’ that’s supreme to you
You let that show towards others in the things you do
Cuz when the trumpets blowin, 24 elders surround the throne
Only 144,000 gon get home
Only 144,000 gon get home
Only 144,000 gon get it baby
Chorus Cee-Lo:
I’ve lived and I’ve learned
I have taken and I’ve earned
I have laughed, I’ve cried
I have failed and I have tried
Sunshine, pouring rain
found joy through all my pain
I just wanna be happy with being me
Cee-Lo:
Let me voice my concern
So many of my fellow brothers have given themselves a title
That their actions didn’t earn
Our ignorance is in the same breath as our innocence
Subconciously, seeking to find an impressionable mind to convince
I’ve finally come to the realization why Black people in the worse place
Cuz it’s hard to correct yourself when you don’t know
Who you are in the first place
So I try to find the clue in you
But evidently, White folks know more Black history than we do
Why’re we bein’ lied to? I ain’t know our history was purposely hidden
Damn, somethin’ in me wanna know who I am
So I began my search, my journey started in church
It gave my heartache relief when I started to understand belief
Hustlin was like a gift spent my share of time in the streets
Taught me survival from this evil I’m just gonna have to deal with
And I felt like a fool when I tried to learn it in school
It almost seemed like a rehearsal when the only
Science and math are universal
Takin elder advice, read the Bible, the Koran
Searched scrolls from the Hebrew Israelites
Hold on, this ain’t right, Jesus wasn’t White
Some leads were granted with insight
and it’s all in the plan, but it took me some time to overstand
He still created with the imperfection of man
So, with followin’ I disagree
By no means have I forgotten or forgiven what’s been done to me but
I do know the Devil ain’t no White man, the Devil’s a spiritual mind
That’s color blind, there’s evil White folk and evil niggas
You gon surely find there’s no positivity without negativity
But one side you gonna have to choose
Any chance to speak I refuse to misuse
So how can you call yourself God when you let a worldly possession
become an obsession and the way you write your rhymes and
Can’t follow
They give us a room
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
They give us a room
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
Gimme a muddy old creek
in Texas any old time
I’ve got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don’t go stateside soon
I’m gonna blow my fuse
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
I’d blow my next month’s pay
for a slice of Texas cow
We’d like to be heroes,
but all we do here is march
We’d like to be heroes,
but all we do here is march
And they don’t give the Purple Heart
for a fallen arch
I’ve got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don’t go stateside soon
I’m gonna blow my fuse
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can’t make a pass
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can’t make a pass
Cause they’re all wearin’ signs saying:
“Keepen sie off the grass”
I’ve got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don’t go stateside soon
I’m gonna blow my fuse |
Sometimes I think of what I could’ve been
And then I kick myself
Knowing that I’ve ended up
Just like him and
There’s other times it doesn’t seem so bad
We always used to say
With him dead there’ll be no one in our way
Remember the time he caught us in your room
Your hands were down my underwear
And your tig ol’ bitties glistening in the air
With the zip of my pants
Well I headed for the door
And with the swing of his fist
You were ailaidlaid out on the floor and
Involuntary Self defense
Call it what you will
How can we go on
Where do we go from here
Involuntary Self defense
Call it what you will
How can we go on
Where do we go from here
Running all the way home
Scared just like a chump
I turned up the Judas Priest
So I could get my gangsta groove on
And the baseball bat called to me like a drug
Breaking the law Breaking the law
I’m gonna kill your mother’s fucker with a Louisville Slugger
Involuntary Self defense
Call it what you will
How can we go on
Where do we go from here
Involuntary Self defense
Call it what you will
How can we go on
Where do we go from here
Involuntary Self defense
Call it what you will
How can we go on
Where do we go from here
Involuntary Self defense
Call it what you will
How can we go on
Where do we go from here
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What would I do if I was you?
I’d come out and say what I’d wanna do I’d be a man you’d never be
So why don’t you get up and groove with me?
Give it up, give it out Let it run, let it shout
Stayin’ alive to survive
Being pretty
Feeling cheek, like a freak
You won’t jump to the beat
Let your young hearts run free
CHORUS: Everybody c’mon let’s get
G-A-Y, G-A-Y (Oooh,ooh, ooh)
Drunk* or better kiss yourselves and say goodbye,
G-A-Y What would you do if you were me?
Are you ready to face what you wanna be?
Enough is enough when it’s just too long
So get up and go out and get it on
Give it up, give it out
Let it run, let it shout
Stayin’ alive to survive
Being pretty
Feeling cheek, like a freak
You won’t jump to the beat
Let your young hearts run free
CHORUS
G-A-Y Good
As You G-A-Y Good As You
CHORUS x 3
C’mon everybody
C’mon everybody Kiss yourselves goodbye
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