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The Game

The Game - Put You On The Game

[Verse 1]
First things first (aftermath), the chronic is back
This is indo produced by timbo
Game ova, naw the nwa chain choka
Is burnin rubber inside the range rova
Chain smokin, purple haze, this ain't
Anotha one of those this the rebirth of dre
The rebirth of la, the rebirth of hip-hop
Another memorial for makaveli and big pop
Hold up, timb stop. I said this anotha memorial
For makaveli and big pop, g-g-g-g-g!
Young homie got shit locked, public enemy #1
Flava flav on the wristwatch. all black g-units
All black impala, im a skitzo 3-wheelin the six-fo
50 cent know I'm comptons most wanted when
I'm ridin wit timbo

[Chorus]
Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that
Show me where ya friends at we can flip that
Lemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)
Lemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)
I show you where the bloods at where the crips at
Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at
Lemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)
Lemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)

[Verse 2]
I ain't got the west on my shoulda, got the west
In the backseat of the rova. ridin on dubs, nigga
I'm westcoastin. the next hova from the home of
The best doja, makin all that racket, I got the u.s. open
Stunt on me I'll leave u wit ya chest open, vest broken
Hop in the lo-lo wit tha tech smokin, g-g-g-g-g!
I done paid my dues, nwa is back this is front page news.
I got dre in the back, ridin on 22's. bitches screamin
'let me ride', it must be the shoes. red and black g6's
Red dot on the glock, I'm goin 3x platinum dawg how
Do I stop? I'm hot

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
My unit is gorilla, fuck with my la familia,
I will kill ya. I know that boy not familia(r),
But you got to feel em if the docta sealed em
(is compton in the house?) without a doubt
I'm the rapper wit clout otha niggaz yap about.
You know the one that introduced new york to
The beach cruiser, got em puttin red and blue
Strings in they g-units. get groupie luv,
Tell em to keep movin, if I gotta problem wit a bitch
I let eve do it. unless she got on La Perla
And I can see through it, I don't just let her ride
I give her the keys to it. me n my bitch layed back
In the coupe, I'm movin in the neighborhood I ain't
Passin through. I woulda been here afta snoop,
But I slowed down and showed timbaland how to iron a khaki suit.

DMX

DMX - Lord Give Me A Sing

Yeah! Uh! In the name of Jesus (spread the word!)
"No weapon formed against me shall prosper" (PREACH!)
"And every turn that rise against my judgment, thall shall condemn" (PREACH!)
(LORD GIVE ME A SIGN!) For this is the herm of the services of the Lord
(PREACH!) "And their righteousness is of me," said the Lord (PREACH!)
Amen... uh! Lord give me a sign!

[DMX]
I really need talk to you Lord
Since the last time we talked, the walk has been hard
Now I know you haven't left me, but I feel like I'm alone
I'ma big boy now, but I'm still not grown
And I'm still goin through it (WHAT!), pain and the hurt (YEAH!)
Soakin up trouble like rain in the dirt (YEAH!)
And I know! If only I can stop the rain
With just the mention of my savior's name.. in the name of Jesus!
Devil I rebuke you, for what I go through
Been tryna make me do, what I used to (WHAT!)
But all that stops right here (YEAH!)
As long as the Lord's in my life, I will have no fear
I will know no pain from the light to the dark (COME ON!)
I will no show no shame, spit it right from the heart (COME ON!)
'Cause it's right from the start, you held me down
And ain't.. nothin they can tell me now!
LORD GIVE ME A SIGN!

[Chorus] {*singing*}
Let me know what's on yo' mind
Let me know what I'm gon' find
It's all in time, show me how to teach the mind
Show me how to reach the blind (LORD GIVE ME A SIGN!)
Show me what I gotsta do, to bring me closer to you
As I'ma go through, whatever you want me to
Just let me know what to do (LORD GIVE ME A SIGN!)

[DMX]
Please, show me some'n (some'n)
I'm tired talkin to him, knowin he frontin (frontin)
Cryin 'bout, "Life ain't nothin" (nothin)
But you either, be the one mad 'cause you trapped or the one huntin (COME ON!)
Trapped in yo' own mind, waitin on the Lord (YEAH!)
Or huntin with the word that cuts like a sword
The spoken word is stronger than, the strongest man
Carries the whole world like the strongest hand
Through the trials and tribulations, you never let us down
JESUS! I know you're here with us now
JESUS! I know you're still with us now
Keep it real with us now, I wanna feel, show me how
PLEASE! Let me take yo' hand, guide me! (WHAT!)
I'll walk slow but stay right beside me!
(PLEASE!) Devil's tryna find me! (PLEASE!)
Hide me! Hold up, I take that back
Protect me and give me the strength to fight back! (LORD GIVE ME A SIGN!)

[Chorus]
[DMX] {*singing*} w/ choir in background
Life or death, live or die (UH!)
I will never live a lie (UH!)
I'm gon' get because I try (WHAT!)
I won't quit until I die (WHAT!)
I'm gon' make it, wrong or right (YEAH!)
And make it through the darkest time (YEAH!)
And when the morning comes, you'll see
that all I have is God in me! (LORD GIVE ME A SIGN!)

2pac

2pac - Keep Ya Head Up

[Verse One:]

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don't need him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up

[Chorus]

Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier
ooooo child things are
get brighter [2x]

[Verse Two:]

Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent
And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up
You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
it ain't no hope for tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup
And even though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep your head up

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

And uhh
To all the ladies havin babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son
wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this
hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While da tears, is rollin down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin things don't fall down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my son's getten older and older and cold
From havin the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin Benz
I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
please... you got to keep your head up

Lil Jon(Моя човек Cool

)

Lil Jon - What You Gon Do

Yea
What...What
Check dis out right (Yea)
Lil' Jon and the motherfuking East Side Boyz
The Kings of Krunk
Back at you with some new shit
Now just because we went platinum and shit don't mean we gone change nigga
We the muthafuking Kings of Krunk and we gon' always keep this muthafucker krunk
Now let's talk about some more music

[Chorus]
If you roll up in the club and them niggas wanna fuck
When you step up to they face what they gon' do shit
If you roll up in the club and them hoes aren't acting up
When you step up to them hoes what they gon' do shit
What they gon' do shit
What they gon' do shit
What they gon' do shit
What they gon' do shit
What they gon' do shit
What they gon' do shit
What they gon' do shit
What they gon' do shit

[Lil' Jon]
Pussy nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin' at the mouth gon' get you fucked up...
Pussy nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin' at the mouth gon' get you fucked up...
You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking click...
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking click...
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
It's some East-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit
It's some West-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit
It's some North-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit
It's some South-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit

[Chorus]

[Lil' Scrappy]
My brains is taking in too much pain
I'm bout explode first and get them names
But its cool lil' shorty don't be so alarmed
I learned to bruise nigga without jabbing the arm
I don't play wit muthafuckers cause this shit be real
Make ya hoes broke off and then yo navy seal
And them hoes will leave yo ass dead in the path
Like the way you came nigga yo dick from yo ass
I break bones with my niggas
Fuck hoes with my niggas
How the fuck you think I feel bout deforming yo figure
It's a close casket
For them hating basket
Its some g's that's real and some messed up fagots
Who you talking to bitch?
What you gon' do trick?
When its obvious to see that you aint gon' do shit
Lil' Scrappy the Prince and I aint taking no chump
I'm a quiet krunk nigga and fuck being the punk

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Yea... Yea... Yea
I'm looking round dis muthafuking club (What)
Them niggas still muthafuking looking over here and shit (looking over here and talking and shit)
Think we gonna get some muthafucking straightening in the muthafuker (Yea)
Dis what we gon' muthafuking do (What's up)
We gon' walk over to dis muthafucking niggas (Yea)
And talk to their ass like dis
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)

Ice Cube

Ice Cube Go To Church Lyrics

[Snoop Dogg]
You need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was dangerous when you took it

Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
And I'm C-walkin on the mother concrete

[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo if you're up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, westside
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's ya

[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (YEAH!)
"Crunk Juice" run the club that you in (HEY!)
You scary mother don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!)
You just spend all your time in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by , I'ma knock fire
from yo' , you can come try (HEY!)
In the hood, all the way down South (YEAH!)
I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin
Look at Mr. Jackson, with no reaction
If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts
That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt
Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey)
Lyrics full of steroids, paranoid (hey)
And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up
When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no

[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
If you a scared mother mother go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
If you a gutter mother mother do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)
If you a down mother mother put in work (A PUT IN WORK)
IF you a crazy mother mother go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)

[Snoop Dogg]
Click clackin, -packin, Crip raggin folio
Who the only in the club with the toolio
You ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is
"Is that Coolio?" Naw , let me in
Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers
Hang out with kidnappers and jackers
Make money off (what what); can you imagine how I keep crackin?
It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action and smashin
I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme
You don't really wanna have a clash with my team
I mix I'm the, last of the kings
If I got a with me she got in them jeans
Rollin through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean
Servin all you suckers cause you all dopefiends
Just like that dopeman, what's up?
You run up with that bull I'll yo' up

[Chorus]

[Lil Jon: repeat 2X]
You scared, you scared
You scared mother mother you scared
You scared (you scared) you scared (you scared)
You scared mother mother you scared (you scared)

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)
Three for the , fo' for the glow (HEY)
Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH)
Seven for the numbers of them zeroes (WHAT?)
Eight for haters, nine for the cause
Ten for my , behind big walls (HEY)
these devils, and they laws (YEAH!)
Never question the size of Ice Cube's

Snoop Dogg

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