"Gran's For Tea"
There's a mile long queue at the chippy
I wish I was at my Gran's for tea
These people call me their friend, but they don't think the same as me
Are you fed up chasing your tail round this housing scheme
Drinkin' your drink now
And staying up too early in the morning
I wander through the streets of Dundee
Mum said you shouldn't walk them alone
A fight's a fight, 'n' that's quite alright
But please leave the tools at home
You lower standards and expectations of love
You never aim for people that you think are levels above
You're always chasing the same skirts round
Round the local pub
Where were you when I needed you?
Up the posh end of town
You're supposed to protect and serve
You're out for a perve just driving around
BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY LYRICS - Land Of Tha Heartless
"Land Of Tha Heartless"
[Krayzie Bone]
Don't niggas don't wanna start shit,
Buck, buck to the bang,
Sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga, yeah
A nigga that always at my city with me,
now, who was that nigga they put in the plastic?
Nigga that thought he could bang.
That nigga's stuck.
That nigga's blasted.
They got my man from the Land.
Never ran, I step with deadly men.
If ya come a little bit closer,
I can turn you into sand.
Now follow me, now roll, stroll down to Cleveland.
We thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep,
and the blood is seepin'.
Got niggas in alleys,
fuck niggas in badges.
We say bang.
Eighty-eight through the ten-five (and Clair)
St. Clair ain't shit to fuck with.
Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body.
Me never knew one that could flow with the tongue.
We comin' to shoot up your posse.
My niggas-they comin' up out the woods,
to get the goods.
Krayzie be thug, and (want to) die-that's from comin' up in my hood.
We killers. Get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun,
bust one, they done.
Cleveland is where we from.
Hearts-thugs have none.
[Chorus: (2x)]
High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off,
there's really no place to run.
Niggas get vicious with my click,
'cause even the bitches carry guns.
[Bizzy Bone]
Soon as I hit the scene, safety, feelin' for a pistol,
but I didn't have no gun.
Come with original thugsta shit.
I be flippin' it with me tongue.
Nigga, Cleveland is the city where we come from,
and I show them hoes up outta the Clair that thugs don't run from none.
Follow rip one, now, on and on,
them definitely got me back.
And I'm throwin' up St. Clair thugsta niggas,
with or without my gat.
Forever be ready to pull out me murder tools East 99 style, fools.
Me put it in mind on murderin' you,
followin' whenever me murderous trues.
Niggas that claim to bang bang,
when it comes to slang things, they do.
They know they cannot buck me,
one of 'em sure to slug me,
but they hope the thug I be, Bizzy.
Better let 'em him be or they'll see.
Nigga, hangin', swangin', never to miss. The Biz is me.
[Chorus (2x)]
[Layzie]
Livin' in the Land of the Heartless,
with a sawed-off pump, shootin' craps.
Hand on my strap, roll thick, 'cause they jack.
Runnin' up on the Bone, you needin' to be pap pap.
Soldier thugs be pumpin' them slugs,
defendin' they drugs.
When they roll up,
niggas be creepin' up slow,
heavy packed with they gats,
and try to pull a hold up,
but nigga, now hold on.
Wanna test the Bone?
The gauge is shown.
Any is mind blown,
lookin' down the barrel of this mausberg chrome to the dome.
Bone, clack back me gauge in a rage,
copper take these here rocks.
Double glock,
my pistols be pumpin' and buckin' out shots whenever
the trouble knocks.
Steadily hittin', me clean up,
get lit up for ready your soul to burn,
and I blow your shit up, get 'em on the get up,
cause niggas must learn.
Yearnin' to earn cheese.
Ready to die, so niggas can't take these.
Wantin' to clock G's, want to move keys,
not takin' a loss on my green leaves, please.
East nine nine, crime finds mine,
strayin' on this road to hell,
and prison walls, testin' balls,
for the cause, gotta get that sale,
and bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin',
I get with my thugs.
Rippin' apart shit, so nigga, don't start shit,
cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless, Die.
[Chorus (4x)]
[Krayzie Bone]
Don't niggas don't wanna start shit,
Buck, buck to the bang,
Sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga, yeah
A nigga that always at my city with me,
now, who was that nigga they put in the plastic?
Nigga that thought he could bang.
That nigga's stuck.
That nigga's blasted.
They got my man from the Land.
Never ran, I step with deadly men.
If ya come a little bit closer,
I can turn you into sand.
Now follow me, now roll, stroll down to Cleveland.
We thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep,
and the blood is seepin'.
Got niggas in alleys,
fuck niggas in badges.
We say bang.
Eighty-eight through the ten-five (and Clair)
St. Clair ain't shit to fuck with.
Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body.
Me never knew one that could flow with the tongue.
We comin' to shoot up your posse.
My niggas-they comin' up out the woods,
to get the goods.
Krayzie be thug, and (want to) die-that's from comin' up in my hood.
We killers. Get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun,
bust one, they done.
Cleveland is where we from.
Hearts-thugs have none.
[Chorus: (2x)]
High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off,
there's really no place to run.
Niggas get vicious with my click,
'cause even the bitches carry guns.
[Bizzy Bone]
Soon as I hit the scene, safety, feelin' for a pistol,
but I didn't have no gun.
Come with original thugsta shit.
I be flippin' it with me tongue.
Nigga, Cleveland is the city where we come from,
and I show them hoes up outta the Clair that thugs don't run from none.
Follow rip one, now, on and on,
them definitely got me back.
And I'm throwin' up St. Clair thugsta niggas,
with or without my gat.
Forever be ready to pull out me murder tools East 99 style, fools.
Me put it in mind on murderin' you,
followin' whenever me murderous trues.
Niggas that claim to bang bang,
when it comes to slang things, they do.
They know they cannot buck me,
one of 'em sure to slug me,
but they hope the thug I be, Bizzy.
Better let 'em him be or they'll see.
Nigga, hangin', swangin', never to miss. The Biz is me.
[Chorus (2x)]
[Layzie]
Livin' in the Land of the Heartless,
with a sawed-off pump, shootin' craps.
Hand on my strap, roll thick, 'cause they jack.
Runnin' up on the Bone, you needin' to be pap pap.
Soldier thugs be pumpin' them slugs,
defendin' they drugs.
When they roll up,
niggas be creepin' up slow,
heavy packed with they gats,
and try to pull a hold up,
but nigga, now hold on.
Wanna test the Bone?
The gauge is shown.
Any is mind blown,
lookin' down the barrel of this mausberg chrome to the dome.
Bone, clack back me gauge in a rage,
copper take these here rocks.
Double glock,
my pistols be pumpin' and buckin' out shots whenever
the trouble knocks.
Steadily hittin', me clean up,
get lit up for ready your soul to burn,
and I blow your shit up, get 'em on the get up,
cause niggas must learn.
Yearnin' to earn cheese.
Ready to die, so niggas can't take these.
Wantin' to clock G's, want to move keys,
not takin' a loss on my green leaves, please.
East nine nine, crime finds mine,
strayin' on this road to hell,
and prison walls, testin' balls,
for the cause, gotta get that sale,
and bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin',
I get with my thugs.
Rippin' apart shit, so nigga, don't start shit,
cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless, Die.
[Chorus (4x)]
PITBULL LYRICS - Miami Shit
"Miami Shit"
[Intro:]
Oohhhh
Introduce (introduce)
Mr. (mr.) Three (yep) O (yep) Five'
Hop on a bucket of hot legs, fuck it [x4]
[Verse 1:]
This for the boy who went to Tennessee
Listening to MJG, breaking 'em birds and 8 Ball
Be careful with them keys
Don't hesitate the squeeze
Watch out for them fans cause they hate y'all
Begging counts over seas
When the fast come for me
All they gon' found is cities
No wait dog
But wait dog
Cause Pity's back
Bigger, better, stronger
It's all right you can hate dog
But don't be surprised
Even thought you like Nicolas Cage
And blow you motherfuckin' face off
Who the fuck wanna face off
Cause my bullet is ready to cock, aim and bang
Show the world what is mean to be born n raised
And home of the cage that's the(chrome and paint)
Cause he uses a straight face
And he'll shoot AK
He will kick you and blow
So I suggest to do what they say
These are the facts of life
Mines are the three bitches
They don't rat no more
All they do is snitchin'
I went to no pot, the piston, to get in touch
How to whip out the pot in the kitchen
Listen
Cook, cook
Whip, Whip
Chop, Chop
Oohhhh
Hit the shot stop, look, stop, drop, roll
Hit the block tell them fins stock the gold
Use to be my life but not no more
Fuck it
Hop on a bucket of hot legs, fuck it [x4]
[Chorus:]
Sittin' on banana clips, you want banana clips
Now that's some Miami shit
Give me yo big ol' shit, with a ton of bricks
Now that's some Miami shit
Chevy's on 22's, 24's, 26's
Now that's some Miami shit
That's what, that's right [x3]
I'm from Miami bitch
[Verse 2:]
I eave, sit, shit talk right
You see that semi 45 L. I. yeah I buck that
I never thought but I thought that
Give him a brick, baking soda and a pica and he's broad bad
Pirates and biases I bring it back
How you want it, from a stolen microwave
How you want it, high or yellow or light brown
I ain't feelin' nothing man
I gotta fell it where the pipes at?
Let's ride out a woman in a summer day
Money is to jack are everyday in day
That's how JT Money got his name
Miami is the equal is tons of cocaine
That's what we grew up
Learn to do
These cubes is the attention to a bird or two
Keep actin' like these boys will murder you
You hear the sun ain't the only thang burnin' you
This where the bitches go two way
Niggas love gon' play
And try to go equal to one way
If you know what I'm talkin' about
You from Day
And if you don't then
Welcome to where I've been raised
Nevada
Welcome to where I've been raised
The cribs
Welcome to where I've been raised
Magic City
Welcome to where I've been raised
Real fast count it a day
Let's ride
Hop on a bucket of hot legs
Step on the gas
Step on the gas, fuck it [x2]
[Chorus:]
Sittin' on banana clips, you want banana clips
Now that's some Miami shit
Give me yo big ol' shit, with a ton of bricks
Now that's some Miami shit
Chevy's on 22's, 24's, 26's
Now that's some Miami shit
That's what, that's right [x3]
I'm from Miami bitch
[Intro:]
Oohhhh
Introduce (introduce)
Mr. (mr.) Three (yep) O (yep) Five'
Hop on a bucket of hot legs, fuck it [x4]
[Verse 1:]
This for the boy who went to Tennessee
Listening to MJG, breaking 'em birds and 8 Ball
Be careful with them keys
Don't hesitate the squeeze
Watch out for them fans cause they hate y'all
Begging counts over seas
When the fast come for me
All they gon' found is cities
No wait dog
But wait dog
Cause Pity's back
Bigger, better, stronger
It's all right you can hate dog
But don't be surprised
Even thought you like Nicolas Cage
And blow you motherfuckin' face off
Who the fuck wanna face off
Cause my bullet is ready to cock, aim and bang
Show the world what is mean to be born n raised
And home of the cage that's the(chrome and paint)
Cause he uses a straight face
And he'll shoot AK
He will kick you and blow
So I suggest to do what they say
These are the facts of life
Mines are the three bitches
They don't rat no more
All they do is snitchin'
I went to no pot, the piston, to get in touch
How to whip out the pot in the kitchen
Listen
Cook, cook
Whip, Whip
Chop, Chop
Oohhhh
Hit the shot stop, look, stop, drop, roll
Hit the block tell them fins stock the gold
Use to be my life but not no more
Fuck it
Hop on a bucket of hot legs, fuck it [x4]
[Chorus:]
Sittin' on banana clips, you want banana clips
Now that's some Miami shit
Give me yo big ol' shit, with a ton of bricks
Now that's some Miami shit
Chevy's on 22's, 24's, 26's
Now that's some Miami shit
That's what, that's right [x3]
I'm from Miami bitch
[Verse 2:]
I eave, sit, shit talk right
You see that semi 45 L. I. yeah I buck that
I never thought but I thought that
Give him a brick, baking soda and a pica and he's broad bad
Pirates and biases I bring it back
How you want it, from a stolen microwave
How you want it, high or yellow or light brown
I ain't feelin' nothing man
I gotta fell it where the pipes at?
Let's ride out a woman in a summer day
Money is to jack are everyday in day
That's how JT Money got his name
Miami is the equal is tons of cocaine
That's what we grew up
Learn to do
These cubes is the attention to a bird or two
Keep actin' like these boys will murder you
You hear the sun ain't the only thang burnin' you
This where the bitches go two way
Niggas love gon' play
And try to go equal to one way
If you know what I'm talkin' about
You from Day
And if you don't then
Welcome to where I've been raised
Nevada
Welcome to where I've been raised
The cribs
Welcome to where I've been raised
Magic City
Welcome to where I've been raised
Real fast count it a day
Let's ride
Hop on a bucket of hot legs
Step on the gas
Step on the gas, fuck it [x2]
[Chorus:]
Sittin' on banana clips, you want banana clips
Now that's some Miami shit
Give me yo big ol' shit, with a ton of bricks
Now that's some Miami shit
Chevy's on 22's, 24's, 26's
Now that's some Miami shit
That's what, that's right [x3]
I'm from Miami bitch
BOYZ II MEN LYRICS - The Christmas Song
"The Christmas Song"
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Everybody knows a turkey and some
Mistletoe
Helps to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight
They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies
on his sleigh
And ev'ry mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly
And so, I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Altho' it's been said many times
Many ways; "Merry Christmas to you"
They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies
on his sleigh
And ev'ry mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly
And so, I'm offereing this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Altho' it's been said many times
Many ways;
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Jingle all the way
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Everybody knows a turkey and some
Mistletoe
Helps to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight
They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies
on his sleigh
And ev'ry mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly
And so, I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Altho' it's been said many times
Many ways; "Merry Christmas to you"
They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies
on his sleigh
And ev'ry mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly
And so, I'm offereing this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Altho' it's been said many times
Many ways;
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Jingle all the way
RAKIM & KEN-Y LYRICS - De La Calle Soy
"De La Calle Soy"
(feat. Carlitos Way)
Todos los dias le pido al Señor,
Q me vigile bien por donde voy,
Yo no se si esta es mi maldición,
O mi bendicion,
O mi perdicion,
De la calle soy,
De la calle soy,
Pa la calle voy,
De la calle soy.
En la guerra de la calle,
Voy sobreviviendo,
Muchas cosas raras viendo,
Pero te lo juro este es el infierno,
Esta es la escuela donde tuve que aprender,
No hay amigos,
No hay panas,
Aquí en nadie se puede creer,
Donde la mano derecha corta la izquierda,
Donde si fantasmea no se come mielda,
Donde los tiros son el pan de cada dia,
Y hasta una gata se presta para hacer la fechoria,
Tengo los cangris disfrazaos en cada esquina,
Si t veo nebuloso no te voy a dar ni cosquillas,
Estas son reglas, no es cosa de la babilla,
Y si no te identificas mi combete a ti te pilla.
Todos los dias le pido al Señor,
Q me vigile bien por donde voy,
Yo no se si esta es mi maldición,
O mi bendicion,
O mi perdicion,
De la calle soy,
De la calle soy,
Pa la calle voy,
De la calle soy.
En mi barrio mientras uno duerme,
Otros forman balaseras,
Ya cada minuto vemos sangre en la asera,
Balas corren y las calles estan calientes,
Se pierden vidas y muchas de ellas son personas inocentes,
En este mundo donde rico vive y nadie escucha al pobre,
Y en la calle es que se aprende a como se bate el pobre,
El vecinito mio el chamaquito aquel bien tranquilo,
Lo pillaron en el aeropuerto con setenta kilos,
El gordito aquel que cuando hablaba dada gracia,
Hoy esta preso y desde adentro controla la mafia,
Que alguien me explique si esto es vida o estamos en el infierno,
En este mundo donde no confiamos ni en el gobierno,
Hemos visto padres que a sus hijos no le dan cariño,
Hemos escuchao de sacerdotes que ha violado niños,
Son profetas predicando la moral en carzoncillos,
Y ya los chamaquitos de trece años dan gatillo,
No juzguen al alcohólico ni al adicto,
Pues son personas que todavía no saben de Cristo,
No se si esta es mi maldición,
O mi bendicion,
Dios mio librame de toda tentacion.
Todos los dias le pido al Señor,
Q me vigile bien por donde voy,
Yo no se si esta es mi maldición,
O mi bendicion,
O mi perdicion,
De la calle soy,
De la calle soy,
Pa la calle voy,
De la calle soy.
(feat. Carlitos Way)
Todos los dias le pido al Señor,
Q me vigile bien por donde voy,
Yo no se si esta es mi maldición,
O mi bendicion,
O mi perdicion,
De la calle soy,
De la calle soy,
Pa la calle voy,
De la calle soy.
En la guerra de la calle,
Voy sobreviviendo,
Muchas cosas raras viendo,
Pero te lo juro este es el infierno,
Esta es la escuela donde tuve que aprender,
No hay amigos,
No hay panas,
Aquí en nadie se puede creer,
Donde la mano derecha corta la izquierda,
Donde si fantasmea no se come mielda,
Donde los tiros son el pan de cada dia,
Y hasta una gata se presta para hacer la fechoria,
Tengo los cangris disfrazaos en cada esquina,
Si t veo nebuloso no te voy a dar ni cosquillas,
Estas son reglas, no es cosa de la babilla,
Y si no te identificas mi combete a ti te pilla.
Todos los dias le pido al Señor,
Q me vigile bien por donde voy,
Yo no se si esta es mi maldición,
O mi bendicion,
O mi perdicion,
De la calle soy,
De la calle soy,
Pa la calle voy,
De la calle soy.
En mi barrio mientras uno duerme,
Otros forman balaseras,
Ya cada minuto vemos sangre en la asera,
Balas corren y las calles estan calientes,
Se pierden vidas y muchas de ellas son personas inocentes,
En este mundo donde rico vive y nadie escucha al pobre,
Y en la calle es que se aprende a como se bate el pobre,
El vecinito mio el chamaquito aquel bien tranquilo,
Lo pillaron en el aeropuerto con setenta kilos,
El gordito aquel que cuando hablaba dada gracia,
Hoy esta preso y desde adentro controla la mafia,
Que alguien me explique si esto es vida o estamos en el infierno,
En este mundo donde no confiamos ni en el gobierno,
Hemos visto padres que a sus hijos no le dan cariño,
Hemos escuchao de sacerdotes que ha violado niños,
Son profetas predicando la moral en carzoncillos,
Y ya los chamaquitos de trece años dan gatillo,
No juzguen al alcohólico ni al adicto,
Pues son personas que todavía no saben de Cristo,
No se si esta es mi maldición,
O mi bendicion,
Dios mio librame de toda tentacion.
Todos los dias le pido al Señor,
Q me vigile bien por donde voy,
Yo no se si esta es mi maldición,
O mi bendicion,
O mi perdicion,
De la calle soy,
De la calle soy,
Pa la calle voy,
De la calle soy.
CRIME MOB LYRICS - Shine 'Cause I Grind
"Shine 'Cause I Grind"
(feat. Mike Jones)
[Chorus: 2x]
Hoes on my nob, and I ain't got a job, I shine cause I grind, I ain't gotta steal and rob
I shine-I shine cause I grind, I shine cause I grind, I shine cause I grind, I ain't gotta steal and rob
[Verse 1:]
Okay, I shine cause I grind, and all I fuck is dimes
I broke the whole pound down and re'd up 4 times,
a street hustler, I gotta get it up any way I can
and keep my eyes on dem boys jumpin' out dem black vans,
I'm a man, get it right, cause I ain't playn'
six shots out the roof it'll make you feel what I'm sayn',
and these hoes be on my nob, like a motherfuckn' hand,
every fight, the Mariot, she let me beat it like a band.
[Verse 2:]
I never had to rob, I never had a job
they wouldn't hire me cause I was lookn' like a slob,
at school I was a fool, my grades was off the wall
was failin' every class so they wouldn't let me play no ball,
I started makin' beats, then hooked up wit these thugs
been grindn' everyday while steamn' away from sellin' drugs,
didn't have to steal no dubs or leave um' wit no pocket lint,
nigga I'm shinen' cause I'm grindin',I been shinen' ever since hoe.
[Chorus: 2x]
[Verse 3:]
Watch me yall a be lookin for a come up
stay on the grind all the time gotta get mine I'ma a hustla
I stay away from the hata's and the bustas
naw I ain't fake I don't talk cause I don't trust ya
neva gotta sell rocks just to get dough I do my shit the right way just so I can get mo' cause if you don't you gon' use it as a question and try to bust a nigga's head everytime the money get low you already know money is my mind frame
nigga's jackin mine they ain't got no type of mind games cause ellenwood is where I hang
do my shit myself got my own rules and my ways
I got a aura about myself and that's greatness
neva settle for the less stop all the hata shit
don't get offended cause I'm gettin mine to make it
and I'm tryin always can't nobody come and take this
[Verse 4:]
Money makin my everyday mission I slippin if I don't flip
all you sucka's you listen this pimpin keep these bitches whipped straight from the bottom now ballin ridin high
wit my niggas neva could I be a lame
cause them lame's don't count figures they roll nickel's
and they definitely love to hate and I shine in they face
while they throw they life away
Imma keep on countin cake
keep that yip yap to yo' self
I got music on this shelf holla when you get a hit under yo belt...
[Chorus: 2x]
[Verse 5:]
Look I got nigga's playin pitty pat tryna get that kitty kat ain't no shame cause I need a nigga wit a job I'ma grind through the heat or the sleet or the snow stayin up on my top baby even through the fall standin tall neva settle for less so I'm the best neva second guessin cause ya girl want it all down da hustle just to get it off the muscle if i have to I'ma struggle cause I am down for my nigga's crime mob neva betta for deez streets for da' heat you betta practice what you preach cause everybody want a lil peace now you fucking wit some real o. g's everytime we hit the scene all that bullshit gon decease catch a nigga wit a stick beat hata's gon get slick come up with some t and mothafucka..
(feat. Mike Jones)
[Chorus: 2x]
Hoes on my nob, and I ain't got a job, I shine cause I grind, I ain't gotta steal and rob
I shine-I shine cause I grind, I shine cause I grind, I shine cause I grind, I ain't gotta steal and rob
[Verse 1:]
Okay, I shine cause I grind, and all I fuck is dimes
I broke the whole pound down and re'd up 4 times,
a street hustler, I gotta get it up any way I can
and keep my eyes on dem boys jumpin' out dem black vans,
I'm a man, get it right, cause I ain't playn'
six shots out the roof it'll make you feel what I'm sayn',
and these hoes be on my nob, like a motherfuckn' hand,
every fight, the Mariot, she let me beat it like a band.
[Verse 2:]
I never had to rob, I never had a job
they wouldn't hire me cause I was lookn' like a slob,
at school I was a fool, my grades was off the wall
was failin' every class so they wouldn't let me play no ball,
I started makin' beats, then hooked up wit these thugs
been grindn' everyday while steamn' away from sellin' drugs,
didn't have to steal no dubs or leave um' wit no pocket lint,
nigga I'm shinen' cause I'm grindin',I been shinen' ever since hoe.
[Chorus: 2x]
[Verse 3:]
Watch me yall a be lookin for a come up
stay on the grind all the time gotta get mine I'ma a hustla
I stay away from the hata's and the bustas
naw I ain't fake I don't talk cause I don't trust ya
neva gotta sell rocks just to get dough I do my shit the right way just so I can get mo' cause if you don't you gon' use it as a question and try to bust a nigga's head everytime the money get low you already know money is my mind frame
nigga's jackin mine they ain't got no type of mind games cause ellenwood is where I hang
do my shit myself got my own rules and my ways
I got a aura about myself and that's greatness
neva settle for the less stop all the hata shit
don't get offended cause I'm gettin mine to make it
and I'm tryin always can't nobody come and take this
[Verse 4:]
Money makin my everyday mission I slippin if I don't flip
all you sucka's you listen this pimpin keep these bitches whipped straight from the bottom now ballin ridin high
wit my niggas neva could I be a lame
cause them lame's don't count figures they roll nickel's
and they definitely love to hate and I shine in they face
while they throw they life away
Imma keep on countin cake
keep that yip yap to yo' self
I got music on this shelf holla when you get a hit under yo belt...
[Chorus: 2x]
[Verse 5:]
Look I got nigga's playin pitty pat tryna get that kitty kat ain't no shame cause I need a nigga wit a job I'ma grind through the heat or the sleet or the snow stayin up on my top baby even through the fall standin tall neva settle for less so I'm the best neva second guessin cause ya girl want it all down da hustle just to get it off the muscle if i have to I'ma struggle cause I am down for my nigga's crime mob neva betta for deez streets for da' heat you betta practice what you preach cause everybody want a lil peace now you fucking wit some real o. g's everytime we hit the scene all that bullshit gon decease catch a nigga wit a stick beat hata's gon get slick come up with some t and mothafucka..
MARTINA MCBRIDE LYRICS - She's A Butterfly
"She's A Butterfly"
She remembers when she first got her wings
And how she opened up that day
she learned to sing
Then the colors came, erased the
black and white
And her whole world changed
when she realized
[Chorus:]
She's a butterfly, pretty as the crimson sky
Nothing's ever gonna bring her down
And everywhere she goes
Everybody knows she's so glad to be alive
She's a butterfly
Like the purest light in a darkened world
So much hope inside such a lovely girl
You should see her fly, it's almost magical
It makes you wanna cry, she's so beautiful
[Chorus]
God bless the butterfly,
give her the strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
God bless the butterfly,
give her strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
[Chorus]
God bless the butterfly,
give her the strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
God bless the butterfly,
give her the strenght to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
She remembers when she first got her wings
And how she opened up that day
she learned to sing
Then the colors came, erased the
black and white
And her whole world changed
when she realized
[Chorus:]
She's a butterfly, pretty as the crimson sky
Nothing's ever gonna bring her down
And everywhere she goes
Everybody knows she's so glad to be alive
She's a butterfly
Like the purest light in a darkened world
So much hope inside such a lovely girl
You should see her fly, it's almost magical
It makes you wanna cry, she's so beautiful
[Chorus]
God bless the butterfly,
give her the strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
God bless the butterfly,
give her strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
[Chorus]
God bless the butterfly,
give her the strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
God bless the butterfly,
give her the strenght to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
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