(Intro)
Uh, uh, stop. Stop, don`t…
Don`t ever do that… No…
Because, I know if I let you it`s gon` be all around town
And I just don`t have my business sounding like that
You know what, you don`t know how to keep no secret
I mean when this song is gon` be out, people are gonna know my sh`s the bomb
And I`m not worried about that. Uh, uh, no, stop
Don`t, don`t, stop, stop. Aight, you gon` get yourself in some trouble
Alright let`s do it…

(Verse 1)
Damn, this a trip I know he wanted to get at me
Jumped into my hoopdie wanna feel something ???
Knockin` for a head of this bump…
Flava I give it to him now if he don`t tell later
Patience baby, don`t rush, it`s been too long and I just can`t give it up
It`s vigin material, gotta watch what I`m doin`
I can`t hand it to everyone just because they rulin`
But I let you cause I sweat you and your style is unique
You just don`t have your business all in the street
So people, slide it in and press play
Let me take you for a ride around my way, okay

(Chorus — Teena Marie)
All you do is push it in, then you push it out
That`s the dance we call the push
If you got it let me hear you shout (x2)
…Push out, and, push out, and, push out, and push out, and in
Go `head, go `head let your body work
Go `head let your body jerk

(Verse 2)
Hot of the wax, wait till you hit the back
The B-Side is the bomb, word to Mom…
Check the material, juicy like cereal
`95 flava, a year later…
You know it`s poppin and ain`t no stoppin` my beat
The techniques you use are those of a freak
Sit back and observe, right next to the kerb
Gettin` it on, Daddy got nerve…
You know I let cause I sweat you and your style is unique
You just don`t have your business all in the street
So people, slide it in and press play
Let me take you for a ride around my way, okay

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Be honest with me when it`s done
Don`t be callin` me Mommy if I ain`t number one
Aight son, what you think, tell me if this shit stinks
So let you here before we hit the streets
Do I… have enough funk in my trunk
To make a fella do right or make a fella do wrong
Was it better from the back on every track
I won`t be offended if you say this shit is wack
See, you know I let you cause I sweat you and your style is unique
You just don`t have your business all in the street
So people, slide it in and press play
Let me take for a ride around my way, okay

(Chorus)

I think I`m breaking out
I`m gonna leave you now
There`s nothing for me here
It`s all the same
And even though I know
That everything might go
Go downhill from here
I`m not afraid

Way away away from here I`ll be
Way away away so you can see
How it feels to be alone and not believe
(feels to be alone and not believe)
feels to be alone and not believe anything

You can`t stop me now
You can`t hold me down
You can`t keep me here
I`m on my way
I made it this far now
And I`m not burning out
No matter what you say
I`m not afraid

Way away away from here I`ll be
Way away away so you can see
How it feels to be alone and not believe
(feels to be alone and not believe)
feels to be alone and not believe anything

Letting out the noise inside of me
(Letting out the noise inside of me)
Every window pane is shattering
(Every window pane is shattering)
Cutting up my words before I speak
(Cutting up my words)
This is how it feels to not believe

Letting out the noise inside of me
(Letting out the noise inside of me)
Every window pane is shattering
(Every window pane is shattering)
Cutting up my words before I speak
(Cutting up my words)
This is how it feels to not believe

Way away away from here I`ll be
Way away away so you can see
How it feels to be alone and not believe
(feels to be alone and not believe)
feels to be alone and not believe anything

[Chorus]
Hit `em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit `em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit `em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain`t from round here dog don`t even come around
Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang
Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang
Eastside! (Hit `em up bang motherfucker bang)
Westside! (Hit `em up, bang motherfucker bang)

[Young Jeezy]
Do ya thug thang gon` get `em up
Represent ya side nigga hit `em up
Disrespect we gon` take it there
We 30 deep lil nigga we ain`t fighting fair
You better holla at ya partners
Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers
The .45 make my pants sag
Catch me bouncing through the club wit my black flag
You don`t like it do something nigga
Where I`m from if we don`t like it we do something nigga
And you know we gon` ride homes
Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Me and Jeezy on the back street
Choppers in the back seat
What we fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me
Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee
Looking for the niggaz that say they fin to attack me
Turn the music down low and let the `llac creep
Fuck the police I give a damn if they catch me
Wait a minute that`s that nigga looking at me
Let off 50 shots you niggaz ran like a track meet
I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee
But seeing dem niggaz bleed is the only thing that`s gon` relax me
I`m hands on nigga damn what you say
All them games that you play don`t stand a chance in the A nigga

[Chorus]

[Lil Scrappy]
Roll up on yo block
All the bullshit stops
Man hoe know that I`m the prince so that ass gon` drop
I was born in the A with things in the way
Smoke weed everyday
Zone 3 where I stay
Yeah I think I`m the shit cause I got an SS
But the shit a old folk so you can receive the letter
I`m the best of the best
And the freshest of the fresh
Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest
Gotta lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous
I don`t rep the A by mistake I do the shit on purpose
Do it how it`s worth it rim and the cars swerving
It ain`t nothing but Lil Scrappy and g`s up to start murkining ya

[Chorus]

All that I need to hear from you
something of value but something untrue
All that I wished that I`d find within you…

See how what she wanted and she needed
Tore it all down in the end
Some how like a sickness she infects me
She`s simple but deadly my friend

All that I needed to hear from you
Something of value but something untrue
All that I wished that I`d find within you
Stings when I see all the ways that you…

Took me for granted and told me it`s through
Picked from my pockets and smiled
Empty is nothing and nothing is you
Think I`ll just sit for a while

See how what I wanted and I needed
It wasn`t enough in the end
somehow with a quickness I forgot her
I realized she wasn`t my friend

Watching the days burning out like a cigarette, just a few drags to go.
Built me up and broke me down somehow.
Everything just seemed so clear to me, nothing left to know
I`ll love you right and I`ll love you pure, right now.

How can you say that it`s too late
To save us now

And I would wait for you, if you would wait for me
And i will wait for you, if you will wait for me

Intoxicated, the edge is serrated, so easily torn from the core
I blushed the first time, you blushed the last time my eyes hit your mind
Regenerated these feelings of hatred, I long for your love evermore
You built me up and you broke me down this time.

I'm waiting for a change
To get to know you, to ask for a dance
Just look into your eyes
And I'll take you to paradise

I saw you dancing and I'll never be the same again for sure
I saw you dancing, say Yaki-Da, my love
I saw you dancing and I'll never be the same again for sure
I saw you dancing, say Yaki-Da

I'm falling, I'm falling
'Cause life's not easy for me

Please touch me like you do
To have you near me, to go where you go
Why waste a lot of time
My love is not a serious crime

I saw you dancing and I'll never be the same again for sure
I saw you dancing, say Yaki-Da, my love
I saw you dancing and I'll never be the same again for sure
I saw you dancing, say Yaki-Da

I'm falling to pieces
Who do you think you are, maybe I've gone too far
Maybe I'm in love with you
Don't hurt me or treat me bad
'Cause I will fight for what is mine
Say Yaki-Da

'Cause life is meant for living

I saw you dancing and I'll never be the same again for sure
I saw you dancing, say Yaki-Da, my love
I saw you dancing and I'll never be the same again for sure
I saw you dancing, say Yaki-Da

[Intro: Jazze Pha]
Ladies and gentlemen, MJM presents Yasmeen
Woo, Jazze Pha, woo-weh, Blue Jeans, I like them

[Yasmeen]
I`ve been checkin` you, and like the way you walk
Your sexy b-boy style, that confidential throne
So let me take a minute to introduce myself
Cuz you don`t need to know anybody else

[Chorus: Yasmeen]
Here`s my number you can call
Anytime you wanna talk
That`s exactly where I`ll be
When you wanna get at me
And if you wonder what to do
That`s got me into
It`s ya blue jeans, the way you rock in them blue jeans, baby

[Yasmeen]
No one makes me feel, the way you do inside
Sensation is so real, it hit me day or night
Some people, nice and safe
Some where and near ya heart
Wouldn`t wanna loose this, love before we start
You got everything, that I want, that I want
You got everything, that I need, that I need

[Chorus 2X]

[Ghostface Killah]
Days went by and it was plain to see
That I finally figured out why you started diggin` me
It was the jeans not the rings, couch fit, scene
Round the same time when Rae dropped C.R.E.A.M.
I still had rock, but very little stones
And messin` wit you, had me not comin` home
And word on the streets is that you got me whipped (word up)
It got back and had a brother on flip (word)
How they know I had brought that whip
It`s all good, that`s just one of my gifts
Cuz the love it when my stomach touch ya body
Baby, my tongue game is mad crazy
Enough about me, Ton` Starks, sugar, I drove the Arc
Noah taught me how to parallel park
I may hit you while I`m writin` my darts
And like 15 to 20 minutes, you heard baby, that`s from the heart

[Chorus 2X]

Woke up, flat faced on a kitchen floor
With an empty bottle of J+B plastered in my hand
My headache was intense, there was a sudden chill in the air
But the biggest shock that was yet to come, I was missing my underwear

Has anyone, anyone seen my underwear?
Has anyone, anyone seen my underwear?
Has anyone, anyone seen my underwear?

I looked up and down, and all around
People stopped to stare
I asked everyone about it, but no one seemed to care
It`s just not fair, what a nightmare
Wish I had a spare, but I don`t

Has anyone, anyone seen my underwear?
Has anyone, anyone seen my underwear?
Has anyone, anyone seen my underwear?

What could`ve happened with it?
I hear all them laughing
Hiding myself in the dark
I miss all those skidmarks

Has anyone, anyone seen my underwear?
Has anyone, anyone seen my underwear?
Has anyone, anyone seen my underwear?

I was about to give up
I was about to go home
When I saw my pair of BPTs laying there by the phone
I saw that they were fine, but I`m still drunk and naked
Everybody laugh and everybody screamed—

Has anyone, anyone seen my underwear?
Has anyone, anyone seen my underwear?
Has anyone, anyone seen my underwear?

Has anyone, anyone seen my underwear?
Has anyone, anyone seen my underwear?
Has anyone, anyone seen my underwear?

Where could it be?

The sunbeam shines through my window
Reflects a picture of me and you
So happily that no one could ever know

Paper dolls and magazines
Baby pictures and movie scenes
There`s so many things that remind me of you

Little blonde girls playing hopscotch
Across from my street
At their bus stop
I bet those are the things that you used to do

And as I sit back and watch tv
Every program has a silly scene
That I just can`t escape thinking of you

There are those things that I can live without
But it doesn`t phase me
I just block it out
You`re the one I know for sure
You`re the one I`ve been searching for
And after all is said and done
I`ll see you at my door

Summer hangouts
The days we had
Sunday movies were not that bad
To make up for the time that I missed you

And I`ll wait up by the phone for you
To call me back after I called you
But it seems sometimes I`ll be waiting here forever

If I know you
You said you know me
Because it all adds up like we`re on tv
Because it`s good at first
But then you run out of ideas

And the truth only hurts
When you`re too proud to say it first
But by then I already feel like it`s too late

There are those things that I can live without
But it doesn`t phase me
I just block it out
You`re the one I know for sure
You`re the one I`ve been searching for
And after all is said and done
I`ll see you at my door
At my door

I guess I can only see you next Sunday
I guess I can only see you next Sunday
I guess I can only see you next Sunday
I guess I can only see you next Sunday

Trembling, hold me now

I`m torn between silence and violent expression
tired of believing everyone wants to care
and cherish someone I`m so scared of never having anyone

Haunted by my abandoned dreams
Tiny voices where would be screams

Now be still, it won`t be long

We will be together in search of a new life
Striving as one in this world to find something pure
I`m missing you now
I`m quite sure
That I`ve finally found someone

lying soaked in sweat tonight
your knuckles white
you try to fight….
the need for more to get you by
you`ve had enough you wonder why…
even now your body cries for chemicals
to blind your eyes
i wonder can you stay this high when the cells being to die
Forever….
Forever….
Forever….

crush it up crush it up
take it down take it down
smash it up smash it up
falling down

swallowed like the medicine that`s broken down my happy friend
i wonder if he`ll let me in if i come to see him when
He`s Better….
He`s Better….
He`s Better….
No…..

crush it up crush it up
take it down take it down
smash it up smash it up
falling down

crush it up crush it up
take it down take it down
smash it up smash it up
falling down

there`s powder in the powder dissolving your guts
there`s powder in the powder dissolving your guts

crush it up crush it up
take it down take it down
smash it up smash it up
falling down

crush it up crush it up
take it down take it down
smash it up smash it up
falling down

Sew this up with threads of reason and regret
So I will not forget. I will not forget
How this felt one year six months ago
I know I cannot forget. I cannot forget

I`m falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you

I can tell that you don`t know me anymore
It`s easy to forget, sometimes we just forget
And being on this road is anything but sure
Maybe we`ll forget, I hope we don`t forget

I`m falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you

So many nights, legs tangled tight
Wrap me up in a dream with you
Close up these eyes, try not to cry
All that I`ve got to pull me through is memories of you
Memories of you
Memories of you
Memories of you

I`m falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that we can share
Falling into memories of you and things we used to do

[Hook]
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nooooooow

[D-Roc]
Tell a nigga dont act no fool
What`s up cuz? Stay cool
Smoke some mary jane, you know the rules
Haters puttin salt in the game
Wanna keep a thug out the drug house
But you know the drill…a fro, polo
And a nigga in the club smokin dubs
Like a tru center thug
The big boy Willie Grill
Smoke swisher sweets, dont miss a beat
If a nigga feelin froggy leap
We ballin, shot-callin
ho`s holla`n, try to follow
When a nigga aint ballin, sheesh
Still pullin on the hair
On my ching-ching weigher
(????????????)
Ho we can head to the spot in Decatur
(??) smoke optimos, and try to cop the ho`s
(?) cant stop my (?)
Killa a bitch, kill a bitch, soon to buss
Aint to many niggas that can fuck wit` us
Y`all niggas think you can fuck wit` us
Some of y`all niggas gon` miss the bus
See playa we dangerous, stay (???)
Cock-block that fo`-fifth,
Switch your hands like (??)
Man then kick over to
Nigga cant see me with a birds-eye view
So you betta back up, back up
`fore a nigga straight have to act up, act up
Stand in this thang wit` the mac up, mac up
… 10 then because

[Hook]
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we alley
Whoa

[Mr. Ball]
We some alley muh`fuckas from the ATL, Georgia boys
We came to bring the noise, and we got them tonka toys (boom boom boom)
Niggas be bitin like jaws, nigga back the fuck off my balls
If you got some beef wit` me, then I got some beef wit` y`all
Now ooh lawd, them boys on the map again
Who they be? Mr. Ball and them Ying-Yang Twins
And when you down for yours, my nigga, I`m down for mine
Now dont make me have to say this shit one more time
Now back up, I know you dont want some muthafucka to act up
I thank you need to put your muthafuckin ?gack? up
Before you get dealt with
Fuckin around and get yourself hit
Off some fuckin bullshit
Cause we some country-ass Georgia niggas, I told ya nigga
We done and we done showed ya nigga, it`s on my nigga
Doin this shit one more `gain
I thank this time I`ma get a lil` more money to spend

[Hook]
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
Ah

[moans `n groans]

[Kaine]
Ah, we some alley muthafuckas, shawty ya didnt know
Niggas is entertainin when they hit the front door
Nigga be like whoa, stop, control
But he was poppin off, so I`ma hit him in his nose
Throwin them `bows, ColliPark know it explodes
Have a nigga feelin crunchy, smellin like toes
Ya know we had it from Georgia to Cali`
Doin shows from Virginia to that Cakilaki
Ask if are we lackin? Nothin, see we packin
4-5 glocks, .9 spray milli-tec and no actin, I`m blastin
I make my money ?threashin?
The foes see the gold and they dont wanna respect him
Maybe I cant help it, the way that I act
Handle your part thug, give him a heart-attack
Beatin ass in the back, slammin upon a track
Ying-Yang in this thang, ColliPark runnin thangs

[Hook]
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley

[D-Roc]
Now what`s on your mind, if you got something to say
Then say that shit, dont hold that shit
Bitin your tongue, because your boys aint here
Who you roll with, `cause that`s bullshit
You`ll get your ass kicked fuckin wit` real thugs
Playahatin you gets no love
Run and get your boys if you thinkin you`re hard
If you know like I know, then your ass wont start…
with some crazy muh`fuckas tote gats too
Crazy muthafuckas that`ll blast you
Crazy muthafuckas dont give a shit
What? Y`all niggas dont know who y`all fuckin with
We T-H-U-G-G-E-D O-U-T
We`ll F-U-C-K yo` ass up with that heat

[Kaine]
Mutha-mutha-muthafuckas always talkin shit
Sixty-five niggas you can suck my dick
We Ying-Yang and it aint no thang
Sheisty muthafucka put it down on they brain
We real, some tru-city thug shit
The essence of a thug, they dont like a nigga in public
With two glocks, I represent 2pac, the block is too hot
They want a fool out the neighborhood (why)
Straight hard to fuck with, know he slangin hard
Niggas is paranoid, all I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
We youngin`s nigga

[Hook] — 2X
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley

My nigga

[Intro]
Collipark
HAHN!
Chea! Yo!
Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones, Jones!
HANH!
Holla at chea boy baby, yeah!
You killed it on this one man (Uh Huh!)
Chea!
We got Ying Yang Twins and Mike Jones in the house
tonight!
Yo yo!
(All my dymepieces)
Collipark and Swishahouse in this bitch
Check it out!
Yo, yo..

[Chorus]
I`m lookin` for a dyme, that`s top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
I need a dyme, that`s top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind (Hey Shorty!)
You want this money then you gotta be a badd bitch
Shake that ass for the tip of you a badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a badd bitch
Aw nah she ain`t no hoe she just a badd bitch

[Verse 1: Mike Jones]
I`m in the club, lookin` for a badd bitch
In the parking lot, lookin` for a badd bitch
Everywhere I go I`m tryin` to find that badd bitch
You know me I gotta keep me a badd bitch
A freak in the mornin`, freak in the evenin`
I`m looking for a freak when I`m done, block bleedin`
Now take me to a house, tease me, then please me
And tell all her friends how the dick made her sleepy
Believe me, when I`m up in it I`m beatin` it
Givin` y`all that Mike Jones`s treatment
I could tell by the way she walk that she got it
Body so deadly, you can tell when she drop it
I`m either gonna hit her or I`ma be asked aight
I`ve seen her walk by me, damn near passed out
Then crept up behind her, told her it was time to
Let a playa like me get in that vagina

[Chorus]
I`m lookin` for a dyme, that`s top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
I need a dyme, that`s top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind (Hey Shorty!)
You want this money then you gotta be a badd bitch
Shake that ass for the tip of you a badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a badd bitch
Aw nah she ain`t no hoe, she just a badd bitch

[Verse 2: Ying Yang Twins]
She a ghetto ass bitch with some ghetto ass game
In the club where she work and she poppin` that thing
Said the bread keep her fed
And the head at the bar:
She could never breathe on a nigga dick and made `em
cum
Come one! (Come one!)
Come all! (Come all!)
Where them hoes like to get wicked balls
And they can`t take off they drawers
Ain`t standin` now, nigga naw!
I love the way she dance, she look like she fuckin`
herself
Shawty do a number just touching herself
Freaky ways, she can shake ass for days
Getting kinky in 69 different ways
Jump on stage she gets paid, so hold off
You got enough money she taking the clothes off
Look at that: I tought I taw a puttycat
I did, I did, I did taw a puttycat

[Chorus]
I`m lookin` for a dyme, that`s top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
I need a dyme, that`s top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind (Hey Shorty!)
You want this money then you gotta be a badd bitch
Shake that ass for the tip of you a badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a badd bitch
Aw nah she ain`t no hoe, she just a badd bitch

[Verse 3: Ying Yang Twins]
Bitch move, like you got somethin` to prove
Keep runnin` your dick-sucker
Who you gunna lose?
I don`t wanna hear about your motherfuckin` blues
I`d rather see your ass clap-clap in them shoes
Like
Bam, bam, bam, bam
Wham, wham
I tought I taw a puttycat

Shorty gettin` crunk, love gettin` low
Love it when she take it to the toe
Make that booty roll
Take her clothes off for cheese, love smokin` weed
And she getting hella freaky on the ecstacy
Do her dance for me, song after song
Shorty won`t stop, she goin` all night long
Now that`s a girl who know what she want and like
She a schoolgirl by day and a stripper by night

[Chorus]
I`m lookin` for a dyme, that`s top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
I need a dyme, that`s top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind (Hey Shorty!)
You want this money then you gotta be a badd bitch
Shake that ass for the tip of you a badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a badd bitch
Aw nah she ain`t no hoe, she just a badd bitch

Go
Boom Boom Clap (12X)
Fre, Fre, Fre, Er, Fresh
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Chea…Let`s Get It

[Chorus]
First I`m gone stack my flo` (and then what?)
Then I`m gone stack some mo` (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count, hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
(and then what?)
Get Fresh and jump in one of dem cars (yeah)
Hit the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
It`s a wrap, we on the way to the house; by 3:45 I be kickin` her out (heyy)

Patty cake, patty cake, microwave
These suckas make a square, damn I`m paid (ha ha)
I`m so cool, but I`m so hot, and I`m, I`m so fly, and you, you`re so not (nope)
Show me what you`re workin` wit just like that (like that)
Turn around, bend over, bring it back (bring it back)
Slow Mannie, Mannie Fresh bring it back (bring it back)
It`s Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it`s a wrap
Wrapped up in the club, yeah I`m so crazy
These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze (ha ha)
I tried to tell `em but these niggaz ain`t hearin` me
Mossberg Pump ridin` shotgun literally (daaamn)
Live from the projects, you know what it is
Ay, Snowman, (what up), can I get a ad lib?
Get the club crunk, can`t take that from me
Ain`t dropped yet, still got a lil` jon money

[Chorus]

I see ya lookin` (ha ha), with ya lookin` ass
Catch Snowman in the kitchen wit his cookin` ass (cheaa)
I`m so clean, but I`m so grindin` (alright), so dirty but yet, I`m so shinin`
Kiki B told me finish my meal, Def Jam, seven figures we can finish the deal (yeaaah)
Some say I lucked up, I call it perfect timing (yeah)
I can`t lose, the whole city`s behind me

Go
Boom Boom Clap (12X)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Let`s Get It

[Chorus]

I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares (ay)
We pop Cris` my niggaz, and still drink beer (dat`s riiight)
What did you expect man, I came from nothin` (nothin)
Real street nigga, wouldn`t change for nothin`
Got my niggaz out the hood, it`s such a wonderful feeling (chea)
Three car garage wit the twelve foot ceiling (ay)
It oughta be a crime just to feel this good
I swear it oughta be a crime just to be this hood (ayy)

[Chorus]

Don`t know what I was looking for when I went home, I found me alone
And sometimes I need someone to say, «You`ll be all right. What`s on your mind?»
But the water`s shallow here and I am full of fear, and empty handed after two long years

Another sunny day in Californ-i-a
I`m sure back home they`d love to see it
But they don`t know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance to feel it

Back home I always thought I wanted so much more, now I`m not too sure
Cause sometimes I miss knowing someone`s there for me and feeling free
Free to stand beside the ocean in moonlight
And light myself a smoke beneath the dark Atlantic sky

Another sunny day in Californ-i-a
I`m sure back home they`d love to see it
But they don`t know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance, before you get a chance to feel it

Everybody here is living life in fear of falling out of line
Tearing lives apart and breaking lots of hearts just to pass the time
And the eyes get red in the back of your head, this place will make you blind
Put it all behind me and I`ll be just fine

Another sunny day beneath this cloudless sky
Sometimes I wish that it would rain here
And wash away the west coast dreaming from my eyes
There`s nothing real for them to see here

Another starry night in Californ-i-a
I`m sure back home they`d love to see it
But they don`t know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance, before you get a chance to feel it

{samples are from «Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)» — Nancy Sinatra}

{«Bang bang, I shot you down bang bang»}
{«You hit the ground, bang bang»}
{«That awful sound — bang bang»}
{«I used to shoot you down»}

[Young Buck]
Don`t nobody wanna die, but e`rybody wanna ball
Somebody gotta go when them killers call (dang)
You know it`s in us all, you just gotta find it and use it
You can get away with it, if you don`t abuse it — the streets talk
Now be smart cause that heat comin
And if they know that you did it you betta keep runnin (run nigga!)
I think I see sum`n, there go my enemy
Only Lord knows what this nigga fin` to be
Ten a ki` still the price, this is real — if you`re lucky
might give it to you for five, depend on if I took it
Nigga anything go, my shop never close
From the nickels and the dime to the whole KILO
The real niggaz feel me, the haters wanna kill me
But I`m holdin down my city, me and this nine milli`
Why you throwin bricks and hidin your head, homey I know where you hang
Ain`t no thang for me to walk up, and let that chopper go

[Chorus]
{«Bang bang, I shot you down»}
{«Bang bang, you hit the ground»} Now all the gangstas pray
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {«Bang bang»}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {«I shot you down»}
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {«Bang bang»}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {«That awful sound»}

[Young Buck]
Just think if I ain`t empty the clip and he killed me
Would I still be livin, would my homeboys miss me?
How many niggaz bust they gun when they have to
Don`t need no ski-mask when it`s time to get at you
I`m glad you didn`t see what it looked like when we left
Brain fragments for shotgun blastin, `ll take a nigga breath
It`s death before dishonesty, dope deals and robbery
Poppa wasn`t around but that shit didn`t bother me
I`ll probably be in the penitentiary
But I`ll play the cards that the dear Lord sent to me, the whole truth
I use this booth to speak to my thug niggaz
Why you mad at me? The government`s the drug dealers (fo` sho`)
Before I let these po-lice keep harassin me
This rookie-ass cop gon` have to blast me
He asked me for identification, I looked at him and laughed
He made a move and I heard a blast, that`s what you get bitch (boom!)

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
It`s goin down around here nigga
Get your muh`fuckin head bust
The muh`fuckin street lights go out
and them real niggaz come out
All the bitch niggaz go in the house
Shit is not a game man
Don`t fuck around and lose your brain
And ay, all my real niggaz pray

[Outro]
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {«Bang bang»}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {«I shot you down»}
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {«Bang bang»}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {«You hit the ground»}

Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {«Bang bang»}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {«I shot you down»}
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {«Bang bang»}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {«That awful sound»}

This can`t be home anymore
if you think i have not been missing the way she breathes
you are mistaken my friend I`ve falling down
So put your mouth on my bloody knees

One night with me and I`ve broken your trust
I hate to be the bond you know is gonna bust
Hurting lungs from breathing sighs of disgust
This can`t be home anymore

Now cold concrete blank walls are
Staring into your lonely eyes
I duck behind them and hope that you won`t cry
And ask for answers to why I made you cry

I never wanted us to fade out
Resting on a love that fell apart
Where are you, I need you
You still have my heart

Open up my heart

[Chorus]
After I fuck your bitch
Then I`mma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass nigga
You`ll be fuck up about it
I hope you don`t start
No fuckin` beef about it
Or I`ll take her name and yo name
And make a rap about it

[Verse 1]
Now all y`all niggas know pimpin` ain`t dead
And these hoes followin` us like simon said
I only trust me myself and I, you ask me why
Cause the first time I seen a man cry
Was because a bitch
She broke his heart
She left him for dead
Though my h boom coon
Gast up the bitch head
Every nigga don`t love you
He just tryin` to rich
And here the bitch fail for the shit(so hear this)
These niggas got a couple birds
You know how that go
We snatch a rumor that we heard
We finna vamp out
We rush in and ran in the door
In the ?????
The bitch start screamin`
I padded her on the ass
Job well done
We got what we wanted, it`s to roll
I`m sittin` on a brick and half, nothin` but old
These niggas lookin stupid it`s hard to swallow
Imagine a bitch taking every dollar you done earn

[Chorus]
After I fuck your bitch
Then Imma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass nigga
You`ll be fuck up about it
I hope you don`t start
No fuckin` beef about it
Or I take her name and yo name
And make a rap about it

[Verse 2]
Now you the hardest nigga in the hood
You talkin shit
But you weak than a motherfucker
We it comes to that bitch
You better watch before I knock her
And get cha hot
You suppose to be my nigga
But you huggin` your glock
You wanna kill me, you wanna steal me
Over a bitch, you wanna hurt me
You wanna curse me, put me on disc
You dislike, you fight me, you wanna strike me
Wanna catch me, and wear me like an old pair of nikes
It ain`t over, I saw your hoe, ridin` in your rover
I was sober, I pulled her over, now I done stole her
My nigga better watch your bitch, cause she been creepin`
My nigga me and your bitch, we been like sleepin`
She been talkin` about your stash and I been hurtin`
I gotta tech-nine in the mat I`m about to serve ya
Run up on ya, and pull it on ya, and put it through ya
Just to let you know what your hoe will do to ya

[Chorus]
After I fuck your bitch
Then Imma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass nigga
You`ll be fuck up about it
I hope you don`t start
No fuckin` beef about it
Or I`ll take her name and yo name
And make a rap about it

[Verse 3]
You better watch your bitch, like you watch your mail
If you ain`t train that bitch then you goin` to jail
Or gone be dead gone ????? but runs they mouth
Love to fantasize about they man cars and house
You can give the bitch the world
She still gone gice up that car
But you a nobody nigga that sellin` rocks on the block
You better watch your bitch cause I`m shinin` like diamonds
You bring her around me it`s gone be a matter of time
For I fuck your bitch and let you know about it
If you a trick ass nigga you`ll be fuck up about it
I hope you don`t throw no fuckin` fit about it
That`s life and you really can`t do shit about it
You wanna hi-side dick ride cause you think I`m on
You comin to me wrong tryin` to popcorn, bitch gone
For I catch a fuckin aggrivated, see you then violated
You told them folk that I was drug related
I gotta grudge with the judge she ??????
Domestic violence three years without parole
Watch your bitch, and stop your bitch, before your bitch
Get your ass in a world of shit

[Chorus]
After I fuck your bitch
Then Imma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass nigga
You`ll be fuck up about it
I hope you don`t start
No fuckin` beef about it
Or I`ll tale her name your name
And make a rap about it
(repeat 4x)

Warm October nights
You came and cuddled next to me
Our noses brushed so close
I wished it was our souls
Drifting off to sleep
I could hear the little snores you made
Watching eyes shut tight
Like doors to something sweeter where you rest.

Tear me off a piece of blanket
Keep me warm and we can make it
Here`s my heart, I`ll let you break it
Touched your skin and I can`t take it

Light will creep in soon
And I still haven`t slept a wink
I wish the sun would hide his head
So I could watch you dream some more
I wanna watch you dream some more

I wanna watch you dream some more
I wanna watch you dream some more girl
I wanna watch you

Eyes are feeling heavy but they never seem to close
The fan blades on the ceiling spin but the air is never cold
And even though you are next to me I still feel so alone
I just can`t give you anything for you to call your own

And I can feel you breathing
And it`s keeping me awake
Can you feel it beating?
My heart`s sinking like a wave

Something I`ve been keeping locked away behind my lips
I can feel it breaking free with each and every kiss
I couldn`t bear to hurt you but it`s all so different now
Things that I was sure of, they have filled me up with doubt

And I can feel you breathing
And it`s keeping me awake
Can you feel it beating?
My heart`s sinking like a wave

I can feel you breathing
It`s keeping me awake
Could you stop my heart? It`s always beating.
Sinking like a wave

How am I supposed to feel about the things I`ve done?
I don`t know if I should stay or turn around and run
I know that I hurt you, things will never be the same
The only love I ever knew, I threw it all away

And I can feel you breathing
And it`s keeping me awake
Can you feel it beating?
My heart`s sinking like a wave

I can feel you breathing
It`s keeping me awake
Could you stop my heart? It`s always beating.
Sinking like a wave

When I look into your eyes, I can see
Such a sad man in disguise
Dreaming, wishing, waiting, drifting from me
Hurts my heart to see you cry
Dreaming, wishing, waiting, drifting from me

I don`t know you anymore, wish I knew what`s wrong
Can`t we try to slam that door, start a brand new song

I know you`re lonely and you cry, wondering why
I know it`s lonely but if once, you could help me understand
What it takes to be a man
Look back on what you`ve said, and the life you`ve led
Is it what you dreamed when you were young like me.
Now it`s time you took something back
just for the sake of your mind.

When I look into your eyes, I can see
Life has buried you alive
Waiting, wishing, dreaming, drifting from me
You can`t breathe
Heart as big as ocean`s wide
Waiting, wishing, dreaming, drifting from me

[Yogi] ODM
[ODM] Yeah, what`s up dog
[Yogi] Drop that
[ODM] Yeah
[Yogi] Right here
[ODM] Yeah
[Yogi] Real quick
[ODB] Brown
[Yogi] Cuz we do what we do homey
[ODM] That`s right
[Yogi] It`s Yogi Bear
[ODM] 99, 99
Hey yo Yogi, why don`t you come with that shit homey

[Yogi]
Wake up in the morning, shit what are you kidding me
My mom`s a bitch, she don`t feel like hearing me
I gotta take a leak so I put on my house slippers
Gotta shave my dome so I grab my clippers
It`s sunny as usual, another day to put it down
And all the dust settled in my town
I got happy when my dog got out
I had to run him down about who was shot out
I pumped down the mix and why I got out
I gotta make this money man, that`s what it`s about
So from the East County to the South Bay
To my posses on Broadway, it`s Dago and problemas
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
I got riders in the storm and the outskirt
It ain`t nothing but a word from the mero mero
Ain`t you Yogi? I see you heard my demo

[Chorus]
We do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real Yogi
Shit, about as real as it`s gotta be
Cuz we gonna do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real papi
Shit, about as real as it`s gotta be
Whether chilling out in my zone or packing my chrome
We gonna do what we do mami

[Yogi]
Gotta make some phone calls to see what`s up for tonight
Gotta find something fresh for me to sport for tonight
So I shoot to the mall, I hear my name being called
Cuz everytime that I go I see somebody that I know
My pager`s blowing up so I gots to use the phone
It`s the homeboy from Low Pro talking about a party in the zone
And Royal gots some hynas that wanna kick it with us
But more than likely dog we`re going to the club
I gotta get creased up before the homies pick me up
I gotta get hectic so I`m pumping the homies up
Now we`re South of the border, straight thugs and hoochie mamas
We use a broken bottle when we meet some drama
And it`s guarenteed, so won`t see the baby`s mama
And the DJ keep on spinning and the spot be getting hotter
And me and my homies torn the club down because we`re fools
And yeah yeah, We Be Clubbing like Ice Cube

[Chorus]
We do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real Yogi
Shit, about as real as it`s gotta be
Cuz we gonna do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real papi
Shit, about as real as it`s gotta be
Whether chilling out in the club or getting some love
We gonna do what we do mami

[Yogi]
I bump beats and write raps trying to make mula stacks
Got all the homeboys asking where the hynas at
We flipping U-eys for hoochies, I`m watching you jock
As I shoot through the zone, old school hard drop
Chicks scream out the window like they`re long shot
As I lean to they side they throw the bone eye
You see I`m not a player I just crush a lot
You see I`m not a gangster but I`ll rush your spot
I be knowing about them broads that talk a lot
So we pull over and post up at the taco shop
Hey yo Yogi Bear be buzzing off that bacardi hard
I`m thinking to myself dog we gotta make it pop
So while these chicks be jocking us we tell them follow us
Back to the spot cuz we bound to rock
Stopped to buy some brew and a bottle of malibu
Cuz we`re gonna do what we do when we do it

[Chorus x2]
We do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real Yogi
Shit, about as real as it`s gotta be
Cuz we gonna do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real papi
Shit, about as real as it`s gotta be
Whether chilling out in my zone or packing my chrome
We gonna do what we do mami

[Big Boi]
Uh-huh, yeah, y`knahmtalkinbout?
A-Town connection right heah
You got Youngbloodz, uhh
featurin Daddy Fatsack, y`knahmtalkinbout?
Outkast, y`knahmtalkinbout?
Yeah, like dis.. check it out

Chorus: repeat 2X (sung)

I know you`re waitin for daddy, it won`t be long shawty
Be patient cause I`m comin to you
Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it easy
I don`t want nothin to keep me from you

[J-Bo]
Now the wind blows as I`m on 85, and chiefin good
with a six-pack a that Colt 45 just like I should
And if I could, I will, I might, get blowed tonight
If thangs go right, I`m gon` cut this hoe tonight
So I`ma get a call, from this broad
Run the game like she ain`t ready
But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs steady
like Betty Crocker, the face doctor
just as she swallows with passion
So now she braggin, laggin behind
What questions she now be askin, so time is passin
Now I`m mashin on, I`m gone, livin in the world of hoes
So I suppose, it`s goin down deep in yo` city
Cause in these parts, ain`t nuthin bad hard times
Now shawty, please, really

Chorus

[Big Boi]
Sheeeit
I`m lookin for anythang, gonna cut`em up
like everythang, in my stable
Sir Lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and able
But these hoes will get on your nerves
Fuck all that kickin `em to the curb
You lackin that tolerance;
You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo` parlor an`
stab out to the cajun crab house
or the Jamaican cat house
or the college, frat house
for the gul you just, mad house that rat house
And get you some scrub, she ain`t ya girl
Skeet-skeet one off and dip boi
I`m slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl
Don`t, don`t be givin no gifts boi
On the first date or the worst date
I`m goin all the way on the first play
Like Hail Mary`s to field goals
I think I was put here to drill hoes
For real doe; and while you blowin up my,
bar I`m off in your purse
to get my gas money then I`m back on the `spressway
And I`m out this verse, geyeah!

Chorus

[Sean Paul]
Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me
Met her jes last week, told me that her name was Stacy
Bad lil` bitch, add her straight to my collection
Jump in my `llac, in my pocket got protection
For thangs to go down, see I ain`t playin around
Got a half a tank of gas, I`m 85 Southbound
It`s a long ass way, I`m from the 20 side of thangs
She said it`s dead serious, hot like some lighter flames
Oh you know how it go, I`m the nigga, she the hoe
She told me some mo`, I shut my Cadillac do`
My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground
Ain`t got my license, back so I need to slow down
Now I`m scrapin the flo`, shawty ain`t got on no drawers
Man I`m breakin the law, tryna` get me this broad
I don`t know what it is, but shawty fine as hell
Slum-type that I like, straight from A-T-L
Shawty yeah!

Chorus (to fade)

I got to tell you that he waited all his life
For someone like you to come make the wrong things right
I know he didn`t have the answers all the time
But you can`t tell me that you`ve never told a lie

We`re almost twenty-three and you`re still mad at me
So much that I said to you and I want to take it back now
Twenty-three and it`s so sad to me
You tell the world I`m dead to you
But I know you want me back now

Was it fun for you to watch him fall apart? (Watch me fall)
And suffocate him while you held him in your arms (in your arms)
I swear to God I wish he never let you in (let you in)
And I just hope we never hear from you again

We`re almost twenty-three and you`re still mad at me
So much that I said to you and I want to take it back now
Twenty-three and it`s so sad to me
you tell the world I`m dead to you
But I know you want me back

Wasted on you (wasted on you)
Wasted on you (so much time I`ve)
Wasted on you (wasted on you)
Wasted on you
On you
On you

Twenty-three and you`re still mad at me
So much that I said to you and I want to take it back now
Twenty-three and it`s so sad to me
You tell the world I`m dead to you
But I know you want me back now

Verse 1:

Back in the day,
growing up in Hollis Queens New York,
I used to play in the day til the day got dark,
and everyone around me knew everybody else,
no matter what you do, you`re never by yourself,
school and homework were neccessary evils,
before you went out and daredeviled like Kenivel
football and softball and b-ball we played,
cause that`s that we went about it back in the day

Verse 2:

now back in the day,
block partys going on in the summer,
the echo in the street was the beat of the drummer,
guys and girls dancing, and kids ran around,
when I got a little older, grab the mic and throw down,
I always rocked the party, I never was afraid,
cause if you made a record you was gonna get paid,
Baby D was in there, and so was Super Rhymes,
and every signle DJ had a pair of good times,
now ?? hooked me, and put me in the crew,
but 15 brothers made it something like a zoo,
when I got through, like the other crews around,
with Jam, Pete, Hollis Crew and Solo Sound,
but meanwhile, all the kids were getting into fashion,
spend a couple dollars, hit the ave with a passion,
trying to be in with the rest of New Yorkers,
mock necks, knees, and a pair of british walkers,
the ?? to the turn to the ave for the shopping,
and once you got started, yo, there was no stopping,
and when it got cold there were coats to get inta,
sheep dogs and goosedowns that keep you warm in the winter,
collecting dust in my house today is some of the gear that I used to wear
around the way,
you gotta dress to impress is what I always say,
cause that`s the way you went about it back in the day

Verse 3:

back in the day I watched wrestling with Superfly Snuka,
a quart of ?? and a strawberry bazooka,
5 for a haircut, and they can make it thourough,
and 50 cents can get you anywhere in the borough,
karate movies came on Saturdays at 3,
the films were kind of cheap but they were dope to me,
movie scores for 3 bucks, and 5 in the city,
so 20 was plenty, with someone who was pretty,
you had to have heart, though,
and suckers were forbidden,
yes we were kids then, but no we wasn`t kidding,
I often reminisce about the real good times,
yo, I know it`s not Georgia, but it`s still on my mind,
back when we used to have the partys in the park,
and crack wasn`t nothing but a broken sidewalk,
you helped a brother out so he could make his way,
cause that`s how you went about it back in the day,

[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches with all
Up to no good in da hood but to play with my dawg
Been had six figures and that ain`t no lie
I was fly class of 2000 at Trezvant High
I had gold like whoa! I just wanted to be
A fucking lawyer but that was to long for me
Never knew I`ll rob with the blackout squad
I admit when I was young shit I had a job
That was cool at first but I had to get paid
A 150 dollars a week must think I`ma slave
Maybe that`s the reason why niggas been fucking with birds
Got the urge and the nerves to kick a bitch to the curb
I`m bout tied of bitches asking me have I been in love
I`m a human being bitch til I do pump blood
Let the rumor do some shit that a nigga didn`t like
When I was young and dumb didn`t know wrong from right
My old man telling me young cat walk like
Out of mind out of sight now my head on right

[bridge]
Gotti-ah, gotti-ah, gotti-otti-otti-otti-otti-ah

[chorus 4x]
I tried me a 9 to 5 but it`n work
Put my trust in a bitch end up getting nerved

[verse 2]
I was 12 years old in the vista cove
I didn`t want to get a job I want to sell me some more
I didn`t want to go to church I wanted to get me some dough
Or a European Chevy with a matching vogue
They say I`m madeful ungrateful cuz I ain`t faithful
Good things come and go but I`ll miss them later
Tip so niggas know gotti ain`t they savior
I`m just trying to fuck all these hoes while I`m able
Big bro in and out the door cutting paper
Lil bro keep them out seen them getting paper
Gotti ask them questions when I seen them at the table
What the fuck is that? and what you doing with that razor?
I`m dead fucking serious
And while he smoking on some dro
And laughing I`m getting more and more furious
Real off experience I seen it first hand
That`s why I had to make a plan to get them Benjamins

[bridge]

[chorus 4x]

[verse 3]
Nigga block on lock better tuck that shit
Ain`t no motherfucker round that can fuck with this
Call nigga when they really won`t infecting this
I&E rap hustlas getting checks for this
How many niggas you know that can go come from above?
Without a bill on the real yeen ain`t fucking with us
I be tripping off bitches when they holla at us
With the mind frame they gone get some dollars for us
This a health train come on bitch swallow the nut
And follow it up by getting the fuck off the bus
Catching the cut what don`t speak on trust
Don`t know what it mean and me speak no English
And me don`t work me a thug me no jerk
Back in the day me got my feelings hurt
But never again catch me fucking a friend
From 8 to 10 she ain`t working nor getting revenge

woohoohoohoo for the longest time
woohoohoo for the longest time

if you`d say goodbye to me tonight
there would still be music left to write
what else could I do
I`m so inspired by you
you haven`t been there for the longest time

if you say that i`m the one that`s wrong,
would i have the strength to carry on
that`s where you found me,
when you put your arms around me
you haven`t been there for the longest time

woohoohoohoo for the longest time
woohoohoo for the longest time

I`m that voice your hearing in the hall
and the greatest miracle of all
is when you found me,
when you put your arms around me
you haven`t been there for the longest time

If you said that i`m the one that`s wrong
would i have the strength to carry on
i`ll take my chances
i forgot how sweet romance is
you haven`t been there for the longest time

woohoohoohoo for the longest time
woohoohoo for the longest time

See I ain't neva met a girl
That's getting down like you
And I ain't neva met a girl
That put it down like you
(Ay ay ay ay ay)
Say thug in yo life
That's what you need shawty
Anything you want
It's guarenteed for my
Boo boo boo boo boo
And I ain't tryina go hard
For what I need shawty
I'm tryina tell you exactly what I need from
You you you you you
Cuz you know I wanna

(Chorus)
A Freak in morning
A Freak in the evening
Just call me up and I'll be there when you need me
When ever you want me you can come and see me
Cuz you know just what to do
You give me the business
Give me the business
Give me the business
You give me the business
Shawty give me the business
If you know exactly what I wanna do
Then I'ma give the business to you
Oh, oh ohohoh, oh oh ohohoh
Then I'ma give the business to you
Oh, oh ohohoh, oh oh ohohoh
Then I'ma give the business to you
(Can I give you the business shawty)
(Can I give you the business shawty)
(Can I give you the business shawty)
(From the show to the afterparty)
Baby I'ma give the business to you

That business baby
Cuz I really wanna drive you crazy
Wanna kiss wanna rub wanna lick wanna touch
Wanna be right beside you baby
Wanna climb on top of you
And give it to you for an hour or two
You're number one
Wanna take you to the bathroom
Booty hung right
Got her mind right
We can have a little Sex in the City like
You can be Carrie
I'ma be Mr. Biggs
Cuz you so fine
That's right
But you look so much better wit me
That it's nice to know ya
Cuz you know I wanna

(Chorus)
A Freak in morning
A Freak in the evening
Just call me up and I'll be there when you need me
When ever you want me you can come and see me
Cuz you know just what to do
You give me the business
Give me the business
Give me the business
You give me the business
Shawty give me the business
If y

i`m just so tired
wont you sing me to sleep
and fly through my dreams
so i can hitch a ride with you tonight
and get away from this place
have a new name and face
i just aint the same without you in my life
late night drives, all alone in my car
i can`t help but start
singing lines from all our favorite songs
and melodies in the air
singin life just aint fair
sometimes i still just can`t believe you`re gone
and im sure the view from heaven
beats the hell out of mine here
and if we all believe in heaven,
maybe we`ll make it through one more year
down here

feel your fire,
when its cold in my heart
and things sorta start
remindin` me of my last night with you
i only need one more day
just one more chance to say
i wish that i had gone up with you too
and i`m sure the view from heaven
beats the hell out of mine here
and if we all believe in heaven
maybe we`ll make it through one more year
down here

you wont be comin` back
and i didn`t get to say goodbye
i really wish i got to say goodbye
and im sure the view from heaven
beats the hell out of mine here
and if we all believe in heaven
maybe we`ll make it through one more year
i hope that all is well in heaven
cuz its all shot to hell down here
i hope that i find you in heaven
cuz i`m so…
lost without you down here
you wont be coming back
and i didn`t get to say goodbye
i really wish i got to say gooooodbye

sleeping late on…
warm afternoon
waking up to…
bright silver moon

silent words from…
my heart to you
my empty filled…
filled up with you

rockets fly
rockets fly
i slip another smile in your pocket
my heart is racing to you like a rocket

rockets fly…
into my sky
i slip another smile in your pocket
my heart is racing to you like a rocket
the two of us we dream like one
our energy could light the sun
the two of us take breath as one
the two of us…
the two of us

I went from old school Chevy`s to drop top porches
You couldn`t walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain`t seen what I`ve seen
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevy`s to drop top porches
And you ain`t did what I did
If you from where I`m from you gotta get how you live

Everybody already know jeezy real street nigga
Every time you see me all around street niggaz
I hope you got yours I keep mine
In the club blowing dro throwing up gang signs
And you already know dog
745 back to back me and O dog
These other niggaz is jokers
What they rein up wit I spent it up all the strokers
In one night eight bitches sipped bottles of cris
Forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist
Keep bread so we carry dem toaster
But keep back though my earrings ferocious
It`s not just my imagination
I`m the one in the topic in yo conversation
Jack boyz say they gon rob
But on the real fuck niggaz y`all don`t want these problems

[Chorus]

Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap
The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap
Y`all say we country niggaz yee-haw
The money comin back and forth like a seesaw
And y`all ain`t never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks, or white rolls
What they got Lil Pha we don`t care bout shit
Ludacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks
Shit I spit it for y`all
On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y`all
Who gives a fuck about friends?
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz
While y`all robbing and boosting
I`m standing over the stove like the chef in Houston
And it`s not about the flip mane
Want the real bread it`s all about your whip game

[Chorus]

It was a dark and dreary night
That a spaceship landed right in my backyard
It shook my room and woke me up
From a deep sleep
From a cool dream
Something bright, a yellow light
Like a moonbeam
So I stood up
I went to the window
Where I saw a pretty yellow light
What a sight, what a fright to see
An alien looking straight up at me
Does he want to hurt me?
Does he only want my family?
Should I offer him a kudo?
Or should I just go say hello?
Should I just go say hello…

I walked out my backdoor
Up to it and stuck my hand
Right in the air with fear
But I said to it
«Hello and how are you?»
Well then it turned to me
And I could see
That this alien was surely not a he
And so I said, «I come in peace»
She said, «Please make love to me»
Who am I to complain?
I don`t even have to ever know her name
Could my girlfriend ever know
That I screwed a UFO
That I screwed a UFO

I should have known right from the start
That this E.T. bitch was to break my heart
She had her own way
She sucked me into her game
She might as well just be a normal girl
She smiled and waved
And took off back to the milky way
To the milky way
To the milky way
To the milky way
Yeah, ohhh

If you need somebody
To care for you
Oh, let me be
The one to stay
The one to stand
Come and take my hand

[Chorus]
Hey, don't you worry
Confide in me when I
Say not to worry
Cuz I'll be by your side

[Chorus] (3x)

Whoever you be
See the color
Doesn't matter
You can count on me
Ask a favour
Let me help you

If you need somebody
To care for you
Oh, let me be
The one to stay
The one to stand
Come and take my hand

[Chorus]

Everything gonna be alright
I see clearly
Oh, believe me
After darkness comes the light
Come on, trust me
Don't you worry

Christmas break of ninety eight just flipped me upside down
One coast out to the other following the sound
Headed west to get the best of what we all knew then
One ocean to another waves come crashing down
Carrying just me aunt Stephanie she held my hand
Told me why I was
Blazing down that highway on my way to Rock Star Land

California, a place they say glistens gold.
I wanna go there and never come back home.

Staring up at freeway sings in dreams that make me sad
One coast out to the other
One ocean to another
We cruised out to the other side
Loved us in Nebraska how they cheered us in Mattane
Told me why if I was
Blazing down that highway on my way to Rock Star Land

[Young Chris] (Beanie Sigel)
It`s young C youngest from State P
All the thorough breads roll your la la la
And all the girls wanna spend the night tonight
Get right tonight, tonights the night
Its Young G`s thats Young Neef
Thats right thats the other half of me
And all the girlies dream of having me
And they mad at me (ah motherfuckas yea)
Kept my business straight I`m learnin the game
Earning a little change of the realest thing
Half the realest fake got to check these broads
These niggaz ain`t built a deck of cards
Man yall was on the steps with yalls
We had connects you lames
And was a threat to the set you claimed
And still is homie that still is closer than ever
You niggaz pussy and you know its whatever
So don`t push me yea you would try keepin us back
Why don`t yall dudes try to keepin it rap
And leave us alone can`t leave it at home
In the streets where we at to get you
When you least expect it be your peoples that clapped
Its real in the streets of Illadelphia
All the boss can`t pay fuck around and kill himself
Cant stop won`t stop Roc-A-Fella records cause we, we get down
Bitches wanna get down niggaz run and get found
We confront with the pound and we squeeze it
Where ever niggaz standin we leave them
These niggaz really thinkin we need them (ah motherfuckas yea)
Like my man Sig. ain`t the reason nigga please its a PA thing
Yall don`t really wanna see they gang
Think of Philly we you see they gang
Got guns all the time on us
We from the block where the sun never shine on us
Get knocked on the one dropped a dime on us
Pee your own blood motormouth niggaz
Till they see they own blood and they on they last breath
I hit his mug ain`t no open casket left over ashes
I was labeled as a left over bastard until that contract
They want me dead I see through them contacts
So they try to him me through them contracts
Yea the boy wonder they boy gunner
I stay fresh to death had the other boys under pressure
They had to step they gear up
If not they knew not to go near her
Cause she never messed with lames
She messed with older guys that messed with caine
We was the younger dudes up next in the game
But she was young and dumb so she cared less of the game
You know that game and the same old song
Now I ride around hearin them bitches playin my song
I tried to tell them its gon` be my turn
Now they tryin help an keep my sperm (ah motherfuckas yea)
It`s ok I`m still young anyway I can last all night
We can hump anyday I got chunks put away
And some chunk on the way used the pump where I laid
Now its pumps where I lay chumps wanna play we backin them down
Thats what you get for approaching with out askin around
You know we get our toaster with out pattin us down
It`s the ROC bitch holla get your ass on the pound
Let me show you how I do how a man can get down
Got to keep my sheets clean lay that ass on the ground
Think its all just rap let me arch that back
You ain`t got to be shy baby toss that back
And most of these stories ain`t worth the doe
I can`t relate to commercial flows
I`m from the hood ain`t nothing all good but you worthless hoe
????? work these hoes (ah motherfuckas yea)
I was broke gettin doe from hoes
Gettin doe gettin doe from hoes
Grown men drownin hold your nose stop
Falling through these chickenheads
And focus little more on your business here
You ain`t radio you dudes is lames
We bringin the pain to the game you dudes radio
And most of yall one hit wonders
The ones who done a little number shit one hit done it
Your career was an accident
I ain`t scared ill blast you bitch
And get the cash to get out or buy a nice lawyer
Get a high price lawyer
Ill be out soon as the judge see my status shit
You motherfuckas gon` be mad as shit
Once the young gunnas drop
Yea the youngest from the ROC
Just what Dame needed did a couple of futures
Did the mixtapes and got the game heated
The same little nigg` niggaz from the block
Talk they shit about the ROC and you just was a fan
Before I got Jay just was your man
Now you dislike us cause you ain`t in our plans
I understand keep doing what you doing
Give up or you`ll be givin up a hell of a chance
You niggaz bullshit with rap if you want (ah motherfuckas yea)
And I`ll be laid back ?????? (Motherfuckas)

[Outro: Young Chris]
Relax on you chumps!!
Clap at you punk!!
What!….nigga!
Ahhhhhhhhh!!
Ahhhhhhhhh!!
Roooaaarrrr!!
Ha ha we gotta ad lib that shit

Who is that chick in the burgundy tight shirt?I never seen her before.So I`ll walk on up and I`ll talk to her.»I got a boyfriend.» she says, he looks at me, but then I say ..
I want your girlfriend ….
You got the prettiest girlfriend I ever did see, how `bout you lend her to me?I sing this song to her, but then I`ll look at you when I sing the refrain, cause …
I want your girlfriend ….
I`ll make her forget you, she`s the one for me, and even though I`m selfish, it`s the way it`s gotta be ….
I want your girlfriend ….
I know I`m selfish.I may be wrong, but there`s no real reason why I wrote this song.It`s not a warning, and it`s not a threat, just keep your girlfriends away from me cause I ain`t done yet ….
I want your girlfriend ….
Your G-I-R-L-F-R-I-E-N-D!!

One more trip down
To the lost and found
To find your heart
That the quarterback punk
Dropped on the ground
One more trip down
To the lost and found
To find your heart

Left out
The one they picked last
For the big ball game
Beat up after class
No doubt
Showed up one day
You were not the same
You won`t be the last one anymore

One long walk down
Through the hallway now
You`re finding out
That you don`t fit in this time around
One long walk down
Through the hallway now
You feel left out

Left out
The one they picked last
For the big ball game
Beat up after class
No doubt
Showed up one day
You were not the same
You won`t be the last one anymore

Left out
The one they picked last
For the big ball game
Beat up after class
No doubt
Showed up one day
You were not the same
You won`t be the last one anymore

Wooooo

Left out
The one they picked last
For the big ball game
Beat up after class
No doubt
Showed up one day
You were not the same
You won`t be the last one

Broken this fragile thing now
And I can`t, I can`t pick up the pieces
And I`ve thrown my words all around
But I can`t, I can`t give you a reason

I feel so broken up (so broken up)
And I give up (I give up)
I just want to tell you so you know

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there`s just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one

Made my mistakes, let you down
And I can`t, I can`t hold on for too long
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can`t, I can`t get up when you`re gone

And something`s breaking up (breaking up)
I feel like giving up (like giving up)
I won`t walk out until you know

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there`s just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only my only one

Here I go so dishonestly
Leave a note for you my only one
And I know you can see right through me
So let me go and you will find someone

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there`s just no one, no one like you
You are my only, my only one
My only one
My only one
My only one
You are my only, my only one

[Kaine]
Fuck them mutha fuckin niggaz and them hoes
and them niggaz that be talkin that smack
Act on those pussy muthafuckaz or those hoes`ll
put this trouble on your nutsac
Pack, let a nigga know nigga know do you wanna go that far with us
Do you wanna go to war with us
Do you really thank that you gonna stop a, top a, drop a, NO
With a nigga in tha street (?) heapin at me, he a true city thug
Yeah, ha nigga what? When you trapped in a cut, ain`t nobody showin no love
Hoes lookin for a he`ll hold to clapped, cuz bitch you already some
If you lookin for a shell to hide behind that mean you (?) from a punk, BITCH!

Chorus: 2x
A! A! A! A!
Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha
A! A! A! A!
Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha
A! A! A! A!
Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha
A! A! A! A!
Do you know the price you pay

[D-Roc]
You lay down low for hoes
Get that mat out your nose
You heard the same story told
From beginnin to old
I give a fuck no mo`, bitch `bout the cheese
Hangin round a nigga cuz he drinkin and smokin weed
Ridin on them D`z
Thugs ride clean
Mo` gone mean,
Just many peepin out that scene, gotta make that money man
So I`m headin to the trap
First hit the Micky D`z, dropped da crib to take a nap
Nigga! Nigga! Nigga!

Chorus: 2x

[China Dog]
You flip the script
I`m gonna kick the shit, for all of my thugs(echo)
Ask me was up, what you got on the dub, but I have no love for scrub(echo)
I gotta get mine, so I grab so Hennessy some weed so I can get crunk
If I get and itchy finger on my finger on da trig-
I`ma put this nig- in da trunk
Don`t waste no time, this killa be kill, I ain`t fin to die by this shit
Don`t waste no time, just walk up to em, squeeze, and lets get what I need
Drag the body in the creek getta burn rubber cuz I gotta fleed the scene
No time to go to jail for a murder case all the thugs,
judge you know what I mean (echo)

Chorus: 2x

[D-Roc]
Some of these niggaz be fuckin` ya`ll quick, nigga,
what you taught my Ying Yang Twins (?) still runnin` up at the (?)
Some of these niggaz be perpetratin`
On the side-lines, instigatin
Nigga like me be concetrate, quick to start regulate
Grab yo` shit, ya gon` get killed, times up anyway
Fuckin wit the Ying Yang Twins don`t you know the price you pay
Obviously you don`t cuz you still wanna run ya mouth
When you hear that A!(echo) we tell em bout that dirty south

Chorus: 2x

if you`re gonna rip my heart out could you use a knife that`s dull and rust in color
(once i die) there will be no way for you to cover that scar
it`s hard
i know
and if i get a little blodd on you
finally the world will know you`re guilty…
(know you`re wrong) of taking everything you`ve gotten from me
no heart
it`s hard
i know

mighty king of avondale i just can`t let this go
real life an`t no fairy tale i just thought you should know

and when you`re finished with the surgery
i really hope that you will turn to me and
tell me all about the fun you had when you were cuttin` up…
you were cuttin` up

it all went to his head this royalty
i stuck a knife into his back…
inventiveness is what i lack
he`s always hanging up on loyalty

Warm october nights
you came and cuddled next to me(baby yea yea yea)
our noses where so close
i wished it was our souls
drifting off to sleep
i could hear the little snores you made
watching eyes shut tight
like doors to something sweeter where you rest

tear me off a peice of blanket
keep me warm and we can make it
heres my heart, i`ll let you break it
touched your skin and i can`t take it

light will creep in soon
and i still havent slept a wink(baby yea yea yea)
i wish the sun would hide its head so i can watch you dream some more
wish the sun would hide its head so i can watch you dream some more

i want to watch you dream some more
i want to watch you dream some more

i want to watch you dream some more
i want to watch you dream some more girl

i want to watch you dream some more
i wanna watch you

i want to watch you dream some more(drifting off to sleep)
i want to to watch you dream some more girl
i want to watch you dream some more(watch you dream some more)
i wanna watch you

tear me off a peice of blanket
keep me warm and we can make it
heres me heart, i`ll let you break it
touched your skkkkkiiiiinnnnn

Warm october nights
you came and cuddled next to me(baby yea yea yea)
our noses where so close
i wished it was our souls
drifting off to sleep
i could hear the little snores you made
watching eyes shut tight
like doors to something sweeter where you rest

tear me off a peice of blanket
keep me warm and we can make it
heres my heart, i`ll let you break it
touched your skin and i can`t take it

light will creep in soon
and i still havent slept a wink(baby yea yea yea)
i wish the sun would hide its head so i can watch you dream some more
wish the sun would hide its head so i can watch you dream some more

i want to watch you dream some more
i want to watch you dream some more

i want to watch you dream some more
i want to watch you dream some more girl

i want to watch you dream some more
i wanna watch you

i want to watch you dream some more(drifting off to sleep)
i want to to watch you dream some more girl
i want to watch you dream some more(watch you dream some more)
i wanna watch you

tear me off a peice of blanket
keep me warm and we can make it
heres me heart, i`ll let you break it
touched your skkkkkiiiiinnnnn

Welcome little boys and girls
Makaveli… for the luv of Makaveli it`s forever… and ever
Come on… yo

(Yukmouth)
Hey yo `Pac we still ballin
Dodgin all these haters and task
wit Lil J up in jag…makin legal papes and cash
No mo pullin capers in mask…nothin can save you from that
Tear up yo place wit the slapz and hit ya safe for the snaps
No longer waitin in back..I`m jus facin the facts
Cats fakin ya mak…waitin to jack..soon as the day it will past
Word..turn thru new jersey,swerve..on the wrong side of town you serve
This for my nicca on the third…for my homeboyz yok (khadifi) and `Pac
You got `em jockin `Pac, I know ya watchin `Pac
Like shots at cops I ride on my set
and I`m bangin Makaveli 5, people think you never really died
they try to tell me why and say
Makaveli was that guy who faked his on death
Come on champ.. would you fake yo` own death
wit two to the head, ya jus a stank head
Now bounce like the bankhead, thuggin aint dead
It`s sacred, we still ballin…

Chorus:

Don`t cry, dry ya eyes and say
`Pac we still ballin ballin
Jus look up in the sky and say
`Pac we still ballin ballin ballin
Poor some liqour on the ground and say
`Pac we still ballin ballin ballin
to think, if he could see us now

(Yukmouth)
Hey `Pac we still ballin, congregate the bloodz and cuz
Vice Lords and Disciples, I got luv for thugs
Even the hoodrats and scrugs that we duck in the club
Sucka for luv, I introduce bustin dem slugs
Hustlas and drugs, we all lust for money and fast cars
The life of a rap star, floatin in jaguars
Ball with a rappa,learn how to stack tall
money longer then Shaq y`all (weeeeesssstttttsiiiiiiidddddeeeeeee)
I look back y`all, I smoked out wit redman
Aim an infared at the head of a rapper tryin to make a livin off a dead man
Descend a dead man, I know the drama is thrillin
They stole every song you made and owe yo mama sum millons
We got children pleadin stop wit cha (I can be like `Pac)
Raps and rocks wit gats and glocks ya act like `Pac
Wit all them songz you stole from D.U.
If Makaveli was alive, he would`ve rolled on you fools
and that`s for real

Chorus:

dey can bite all they want say `Pac
we still ballin ballin ballin
west side..south side say `Pac
we still ballin ballin ballin
we gonna keep the thuggin alive say `Pac
we still ballin ballin ballin
rap-a-lot mafia life say `Pac
we still ballin

(Yukmouth)
Young nob, Kastro, Edi and Bo
signed to rap-a-lot get the cash flow its easy to do
I know its easy in you
The homies seen Biggie Smallz jockin yo rap and rhymes
Watch us all become outlaws
Doggy Dogg signed to no limit
It`s coo` cause before that doggy dogg was gettin no spinach
And thats no old gimmick
You know whut a real thug iz…wit the swears and cusses
it`s like comparin a bentley to a cutlass..
you roll old ass buckets, we roll dutchez…
ya roll wusses and I`m burnin out dodge viper clutches
you gotta luv it, how we take this thuggin to the next
20 geez on my wrist, 90 hundred on my neck
Jubilees and baguettes, spell tattoees on my belly
cuz we do this for the luv of my nicca Makaveli
if i die pour sum brew on the ground
dont boo-hoo and frown
just like up in the sky and smile for me now (echoin)

to the day that i die say `Pac
we still ballin
wave ya hands in the sky say `Pac
we still ballin
west side south side say `Pac
we still ballin
east side north side say `Pac
we still ballin
the regime outlawz and yuk
we still ballin
rap a lot lil j and face
we still ballin
diggity daz and kurupt say `Pac
we still ballin
e 40 fonz and b-leigeezi say `Pac
we still ballin
all my dogz everywhere say `Pac
we still ballin
and all my real ass thugs say `Pac
we still ballin

(Yuk)
a dedication to the legendary Makaveli
god bless his soul
time to ride for my patna on these bitin ass characters in the industry

ride or die (10x)
still ballin (20x)

Welcome little boys and girls
Makaveli… for the luv of Makaveli it`s forever… and ever
Come on… yo

(Yukmouth)
Hey yo `Pac we still ballin
Dodgin all these haters and task
wit Lil J up in jag…makin legal papes and cash
No mo pullin capers in mask…nothin can save you from that
Tear up yo place wit the slapz and hit ya safe for the snaps
No longer waitin in back..I`m jus facin the facts
Cats fakin ya mak…waitin to jack..soon as the day it will past
Word..turn thru new jersey,swerve..on the wrong side of town you serve
This for my nicca on the third…for my homeboyz yok (khadifi) and `Pac
You got `em jockin `Pac, I know ya watchin `Pac
Like shots at cops I ride on my set
and I`m bangin Makaveli 5, people think you never really died
they try to tell me why and say
Makaveli was that guy who faked his on death
Come on champ.. would you fake yo` own death
wit two to the head, ya jus a stank head
Now bounce like the bankhead, thuggin aint dead
It`s sacred, we still ballin…

Chorus:

Don`t cry, dry ya eyes and say
`Pac we still ballin ballin
Jus look up in the sky and say
`Pac we still ballin ballin ballin
Poor some liqour on the ground and say
`Pac we still ballin ballin ballin
to think, if he could see us now

(Yukmouth)
Hey `Pac we still ballin, congregate the bloodz and cuz
Vice Lords and Disciples, I got luv for thugs
Even the hoodrats and scrugs that we duck in the club
Sucka for luv, I introduce bustin dem slugs
Hustlas and drugs, we all lust for money and fast cars
The life of a rap star, floatin in jaguars
Ball with a rappa,learn how to stack tall
money longer then Shaq y`all (weeeeesssstttttsiiiiiiidddddeeeeeee)
I look back y`all, I smoked out wit redman
Aim an infared at the head of a rapper tryin to make a livin off a dead man
Descend a dead man, I know the drama is thrillin
They stole every song you made and owe yo mama sum millons
We got children pleadin stop wit cha (I can be like `Pac)
Raps and rocks wit gats and glocks ya act like `Pac
Wit all them songz you stole from D.U.
If Makaveli was alive, he would`ve rolled on you fools
and that`s for real

Chorus:

dey can bite all they want say `Pac
we still ballin ballin ballin
west side..south side say `Pac
we still ballin ballin ballin
we gonna keep the thuggin alive say `Pac
we still ballin ballin ballin
rap-a-lot mafia life say `Pac
we still ballin

(Yukmouth)
Young nob, Kastro, Edi and Bo
signed to rap-a-lot get the cash flow its easy to do
I know its easy in you
The homies seen Biggie Smallz jockin yo rap and rhymes
Watch us all become outlaws
Doggy Dogg signed to no limit
It`s coo` cause before that doggy dogg was gettin no spinach
And thats no old gimmick
You know whut a real thug iz…wit the swears and cusses
it`s like comparin a bentley to a cutlass..
you roll old ass buckets, we roll dutchez…
ya roll wusses and I`m burnin out dodge viper clutches
you gotta luv it, how we take this thuggin to the next
20 geez on my wrist, 90 hundred on my neck
Jubilees and baguettes, spell tattoees on my belly
cuz we do this for the luv of my nicca Makaveli
if i die pour sum brew on the ground
dont boo-hoo and frown
just like up in the sky and smile for me now (echoin)

to the day that i die say `Pac
we still ballin
wave ya hands in the sky say `Pac
we still ballin
west side south side say `Pac
we still ballin
east side north side say `Pac
we still ballin
the regime outlawz and yuk
we still ballin
rap a lot lil j and face
we still ballin
diggity daz and kurupt say `Pac
we still ballin
e 40 fonz and b-leigeezi say `Pac
we still ballin
all my dogz everywhere say `Pac
we still ballin
and all my real ass thugs say `Pac
we still ballin

(Yuk)
a dedication to the legendary Makaveli
god bless his soul
time to ride for my patna on these bitin ass characters in the industry

ride or die (10x)
still ballin (20x)

[Young Bleed]
hey give me weed for a G and let me mob
and fuck what you talkin about playa
cause I do my job
I never knew nothin but hustlin
struggle and strive just to stay alive
never could keep a nine to five
so I`m making my cent
a proposition that you can`t refuse
in it to win it, never lose
steady payin dues
I hear em hollerin, say bleed you got the juice now
got me nerved up and ready to knock some shit loose now
but hold me down
and let me know you know for sure
when you see me sideways ballin out the door
gone to the liquor store
commin off the slab
smokin on some weed with plenty hoes to stab
on behalf of the Concentration Camp
we breaking bread for life
so everything gonna be alright now
my nigga my nerve
fresh off the curb
jelly, jam, and preserve
nothin but balls and my word
fuck what you heard
smoke something nigga

[Young Bleed]
hey give me weed for a G and let me mob
and fuck what you talkin about playa
cause I do my job
I never knew nothin but hustlin
struggle and strive just to stay alive
never could keep a nine to five
so I`m making my cent
a proposition that you can`t refuse
in it to win it, never lose
steady payin dues
I hear em hollerin, say bleed you got the juice now
got me nerved up and ready to knock some shit loose now
but hold me down
and let me know you know for sure
when you see me sideways ballin out the door
gone to the liquor store
commin off the slab
smokin on some weed with plenty hoes to stab
on behalf of the Concentration Camp
we breaking bread for life
so everything gonna be alright now
my nigga my nerve
fresh off the curb
jelly, jam, and preserve
nothin but balls and my word
fuck what you heard
smoke something nigga

Na na na…
Sometimes things seem totally wiped out
I bite my lip and clench my fist so tight
That I can`t even feel it
My pulse is ready to explode
But why should I keep it under control
Why should I just let it be
You see, you`re startin to piss me off
So get the fuck away from me
Just give me a reason
You`re pushin me too far
Cos all I ever wanna do
Is to sit alone and sing my song
It goes na na na…
Its what I do to keep the tension down
Even though it might seem a little gay
I don`t care it calms me down
And sometimes I would make it through the day
Ya say you gotta be crazy
But how can you be sure if you never tried
Its not about communication
Its about what I know is right
You`ll never understand it
Your narrow mind cant see
But if you feel there`s no way out
Then sing along
Just sing along with me
Na na na…
Na na na

Chorus *(Phats Bossalini & Val Young)* 2x

That`s the Ballers Feud
A thug changes, and love changes
That`s the Ballers Feud
And best friends become strangers.

Verse 1*(Yukmouth)*

Survey says…
You know some fake mutha fuckas
I know some bustas too
this fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my crew
since `92
at first I thought he was cool like Dru
always hollerin the Dangerous Crew, but if you only knew
them niggas don`t wanna hang wit you
cuz of the thangs you do
learn a thang or two
talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who juss be framin you
niggas thinkin bout hangin you, the game is true
everywhere we go the punk hoo bangin you
makes it kinda hard for me to swang wit you
that`s why niggas only hang wit Dru, my pimpydoo
folk-el, smoke out my Range Rove-el
What? What?
fuck these broke-els
I hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up
smoked out
broke as hell
drivin buckets
I`m drivin luxury cars and plus shit
Benz the Lexus the roughest to fuck wit
so you wanna be P-I-M-P?
You need to get a bitch to fuck you fo free
you payin G`s fo pussy.

*(Chorus)* 2x

Verse 2 *(Numskull)*

There`s too many playas
too many ballas
too many hustlas
too many killas
too many pimped out mutha fuckas
so now we got the east coast and the west coast feudin to see who`s
cleanest
the cleanest mutha fucka is the richest and the genius
what if you stumbles, like buyin too many houses
wit rims to put on yo shit, too many furry couches
who the mouses nigga, I think you knowin
sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and keep goin
an don`t come back, cuz they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage
got 20 hoes across America livin lavish
hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like that
a bitch can roll wit me, or hit the track
you can talk about pimpin, you can talk about killin
but when that shit goes down, sound minds will be revealin
when you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and beat me
but don`t try now, cuz you niggas can`t see me
22, ready to hoo ride at moments notice
first to swang, hittin noses, eyes can`t focus
hocus pocus
now 25 niggas on ya
juss because you moved from California
Ballers Feud.

*(Chorus)* 2x

Verse 3 *(Kastro)*

We went from loved ones, on the way up
to no love at all
time to go though, so I don`t give no fucks at all
cross the game
don`t be playin, stoned get right
I shed blood wit this, and that can`t be gone, overnight
this hate
man, could be a cold mutha fucka
close friends, close as cat scan, love `em like my brother
now I
see `em dyin like a mutha fucka
slow death, no breath
man I love it like my mother
and that`s some cold shit, I`m on some mo` swole shit
listen quick
fingers thick
lady clit
piss this shit, on yo clit
niggas know I`m flossin K-Cash
cash foldin
you want what I`m holdin, my wife an my life stolen
worse enemy, authority
police are all enemy
richeously, this life fo` me ain`t as bad as it seems to be
but still in all I love, all I love
take my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash outta love
do it fo ya`ll, all ya`ll
my baby girl an God
this crazy world like a knife in the heart of my cause
now half part of me hard
the other part of me scarred
death wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to God.

*(Chorus)* 4x

I`m a fuck-up, they`re telling, because my life is amounting to nothing.Who are you to tell me how to live anyway?
…even though its true, yes, it`s true, that I`m a fuck-up, and I`m damn proud if it!Because it`s true, yes it`s true that I`m screwed up, but whatcha gonna do!
Even though I`m unemployed, and sleep all day, and stay out all damn night, that doesn`t give you the right to tell me how to live!
I thought I lived in America, the home of the free and the land of opportunity, but you`r telling me what to do!
No matter what they say, only live life your own way, and if they say it`s only true … tell `em whatcha gonna do!