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Jadakiss ft. nate dogg - times up (GBZ mix) Want it on MP3? go www.boomr.nl/gbz (Jadakiss) Ruff Riders Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh Uh,Yeah,Yo I'm (More) Want it on MP3? go www.boomr.nl/gbz (Jadakiss) Ruff Riders Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh Uh,Yeah,Yo I'm tha nigga with the perpetual oyster bars Mother of Pearl delivery, Voice of God And It's hard just bein the boss, B and I can't go to jail cause them years'll cost me Don't get me wrong lay a nigga down if he force me I'd rather just sit back and roll a dutch Think about how i'ma put tha game in the Cobra clutch Think about how i'ma get the 'caine over customs Never underestimate niggas or overtrust 'em Uh, Yeah, them Em's is right in my face I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace If it don't jam the tech will spray When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray Cuz i'm a nigga that hate to settle And I'm a man of the Lord but i still can't shake the Devil Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto What? (Nate Dogg) The time to talk is up so bring the heat play time is over While ya running your mouth or breathe your love over ya shoulder A Gun or knife or bat or brick anything i can get my hands on All my bloods start actin up and i'll leave you underground (Jada) Yeah,Yo, I know how to get my pairs off me Make 'em cry, die from high blood pressure cuz tears are salty It's a symptom if your bobbin your head You know that he sick, You know the flow is redic Now throw 'em a grip When i get it you already know i'm throwin them bricks Puttin purple everywhere daddy i'm throwin them knicks That's right,homie,you can't move me I ain't goin nowhere I'm in tha hood like bootleg movies All you shootin is the breeze, a bootleg uzi I'm just waitin on the cue like Suzie Don't lose me These penetentary chances that i take should be able to get the mansion by the lake But i invest my bread into somethin else Into somethin else that'll make somethin melt You just gotta feel the kid if not rap for the fact of how real he is Whatup? (Nate Dogg) The time to talk is up so bring the heat play time is over While ya running your mouth or breathe your love over ya shoulder Gun or knife or bat or brick anything i can get my hands on All my bloods start actin up and i'll leave you underground (Jada) Uh,yeah,uh,yeah Niggas know the champ is in here He took it from crack to rap now he put out 2 anthems a year And i just wanna rock for a century And then chase the book with the documentary If you, can't do nothin other than flow life's a bitch like the mother from Blow Let's go Don't make me put ya heart in ya lap Fuck ridin the beat,nigga,I'll parallel park on the track Hop out lookin crispy,fresh,and new on the 6 but it's a BM and it's Pepsi Blue And i don't know you but i know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through Y'all ain't fuckin with Jason After I cash in there's really no justification of how i'm gonna change the game so don't get outta line cuz this little nine'll change your frame Whatup? (Nate Dogg) The time to talk is up so bring the heat play time is over While ya running your mouth or breathe your love over ya shoulder Gun or knife or bat or brick anything i can get my hands on All my bloods start actin up and i'll leave you underground (Less)
Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five - "The Message" - MP3 American hip-hop 1982 Broken glass everywhere - People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care - I (More) Broken glass everywhere - People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care - I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise - Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice - Rats in the front room, roaches in the back - Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat - I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far - Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car - Chorus: Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge - I'm trying not to loose my head - It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder - How I keep from going under - Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window - Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow - Crazy lady, livin' in a bag - Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag - Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go - To search a prince to see the last of senses - Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps - So she can tell the stories to the girls back home - She went to the city and got so so so ditty - She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own - Chorus: It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder - How I keep from goin' under - My brother's doing fast on my mother's T.V. - Says she watches to much, is just not healthy - All my children in the daytime, Dallas at night - Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight - Bill collectors they ring my phone - And scare my wife when I'm not home - Got a bum education, double-digit inflation - Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station - Me on King Kong standin' on my back - Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac - Midrange, migrained, cancered membrane - Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane! - Chorus: My son said daddy I don't wanna go to school - Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper - If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper - I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps - Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny - You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey - They push that girl in front of a train - Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again - Stabbed that man, right in his heart Gave him a transplant before a brand new start - I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after the dark - Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the run - I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw - Hear them say you want some more, livin' on a seasaw - Chorus: A child was born, wih no state of mind - Blind to the ways of mankind Gods smilling on you but he's frowning too - Cause only god knows what you go through - You grow in the ghetto, living second rate - And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate - The places you play and where you stay - Looks like one great big alley way - You'll admire all the numberbook takers - Dogpitchers, pushers and the big money akers - Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens - And you wanna grow up to be just like them - Smuygglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers - Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers You say I'm cool, I'm no fool - But then you wind up dropping out of highschool - Now you're unemployed, all null 'n' void - Walking around like you're pretty boy Floyd - Turned stickup kid, look what you done did - Got send up for a eight year bid - Now your man is took and you're a Maytag - Spend the next two years as an undercover fag Being used and abused, and served like hell - Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell - It was plain to see that your life was lost - You was cold and your body swung back and forth - But now your eyes sing the sad sad song - Of how you lived so fast and died so young (Less)
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