Let's take back what's ours. Stabbed in the back, True to the grave. Take my hand in yours. Bleeding hearts, we're not alone. Stabbed in the back. True to the grave. Such hollow shells. A ghost of what was real. Such hollow shells. A ghost of what was real. Let's take back what's ours. Stabbed in the back. True to the grave. Take my hand in yours. Bleeding hearts, we're not alone. Stabbed in the back. True to the grave. Such hollow shells. A ghost of what was real. Such hollow shells. A ghost of what was real. It just recycles itself, Terror breeds terror. (x3) Meaning is lost for all who care. (x2)
Revolving doors are going out of style. Time may change me but this place will not change me. Being reluctant to throw my support into the idea of progress. A heartbeat will still pump every ounce into my being (x3) Distilled to it's purest form it still runs black. I'm beginning to think. That this is going to end. While we're all standing in the past. I'm beginning to think. We're all coming undone. The last of the battles to be won. Go! Time may change me but this place will not change me. Being reluctant to throw my support into the idea of progress.
This life. This never ending quest. A feeling never shook. (We're slow when we run the race, just to run right back with its intent. The knife is stuck into your back again. Until the end. We sing. WOAH). Run down. To the bone. Retaliation is the key. Blessed are the broken. This life. This never ending quest. A feeling never shook. (we're slow, when we run the race, just to run right back with its intent. The knife is stuck into your back again. Until the end. We sing. WOAH). Run down. To the bone. Retaliation is the key. Blessed are the broken. No time to waste. Whose impact no one sees. A clouded vision. An unclear thought. Replace Rebuild. Remove.
Being alive never meant so much.
Your racing heartbeat tells you
something, just stick around.
It simply says just stick around.
I thought you said that we were in this together.
The frustration is taking over me and I won’t lose hope.
Stay young! Just don’t let me down, giving up now.
I can’t be held responsible for everything,
this time I won’t let you down.
Motivation runs short,
close your eyes.
Cross your fingers and hope to die,
this is what, keeps me alive.
This time I won’t, this time I won’t let you down.
Fighting sleep
(We can't expect an end)
was never so hard
(When every day's like this).
It feels like I have been up
(Hold on to what you know)
for weeks on end
(Learn when to just let go).
Infection creeps in,
words are viruses.
Walking around with the brisk air at my face.
I want to throw you
(These scars will document)
off my chest
(The life I haven't lived)
and wonder why
(So sick of being like this)
I was ever
(So I suggest we quit).
Put in a situation like this.
Infection creeps in.
Words are viruses.
My weakness will catch up with your hunger.
How ironic no tears will be shed for this.
The breath runs short as another beings.
The cliches run thick as the expressions run thin.
We will find a way,
This isn't what I haven't done tonight. I've wasted every single day. We've fallen. I can't be saved. We're nothing under your wave. Forever we're trying hard to be what we belong to be. This is what isn't mine. This is not the time or the place. I have said it all for you at one time. Replacing this left me all alone. I've wasted every single day without you. We've fallen. I can't be saved. We're nothing under your wave. Forever we're trying hard to be what we belong to be. This is what isn't mine. This is not the time or the place. I have said it all for you at one time. In my time of desperation, who was there? Watching it all, slip away. Is this the bridge I have to cross? We've fallen. I can't be saved. We're nothing under your wave. Forever we're trying hard to be what we belong to be.
I'm finding hope in reason,
now coming to the conclusion,
that make-up can't make up
for current lack of passion and heart.
These words twist quickly into what they want.
So quickly falling from
what was once so much bigger than sounds
and rhymes is now so over rated.
Piece together your thoughts,
mold them into what I want to hear.
Now you call your own shots.
You won't be making them for what you want to hear.
I'm losing faith in the reason,
we've traded our passion
for a watered down soundtrack
to current trends and fashion,
it's all wrong.
These words twist quickly into what they want.
So quickly falling from
what once was so much bigger than sounds
and rhymes is now so over rated.
Piece together your thoughts,
mold them into what I want to hear.
Now you call your own shots.
You won't be making it. No.
The choice is yours.
Can you live with yourself?
This mirror reflects more than you see.
Your beliefs melt away as the day ends.
Are you in or are you out? Goonies never say die.
Its a showcase of, and so plain to see...
Rewind and retract once more, I'm doing this for me.
No holding back, is what it means to me, no giving up,
I'm doing this for me.
Keeping a level head takes more than just gritting your teeth.
Ideals we get, as popularity grows.
Is this the conflict that ignites you?
You know, the tightest noose is the one you tie yourself.
Don't blink, you could miss it.
Are you in or are you out? Goonies never say die.
Its a showcase of, and so plain to see.
Rewind and retract once more, I'm doing this for me.
No holding back is what it means to me
No giving up, I'm doing this for me.
Keeping a level head takes more than just gritting your teeth.
This takes more than just flipping on and off.
I once heard that timing is everything.
What if time isn't on your side?
Clocking in and out are the chains that bind.
It’s a stamp of normalcy. Throw it all away.
Rather than folding under the pressure, rise.
Woah. Get up, stand up, this is your time to fight back.
This is your time, to throw it all away.
So take these words for what they are,
they mean more than your hollow train of thought,
you’ll never follow through.
Six figures means nothing to a life half lived.
All for the bottom line.
Kids grow up, your lover forgets your touch.
All for the bottom line.
You aren’t what you do.
The time you keep doesn’t keep you.
A scattered thought,
for one hot moment it seemed real.
The light in my eyes sparked.
Acted on everything we swore we wouldn't.
We acted on everything we swore we wouldn't.
The staggering audience of one awaited the final decision.
Ideas that make you want to burn every memory.
Acted on everything we always we wouldn't.
We acted on everything we swore we wouldn't.
While the ghosts of the past can't catch me,
they still make us run like hell.
Like hell.
Synapses fire.
While all signs point to forever,
you have to sometimes step off to get back on.
Synapses fire,
blood rushes.
Breathe for me softly. It parts its way through the thickest of walls. The mirror reflects tonight and I still wish you the worst. This is so bad. What have I become? Knowing when to stop and float away. A fog lifts for a brief moment. Breathe for me softly. It parts its way through the thickest of walls. The mirror reflects tonight and I still wish you the worst. This is so bad. What have I become? Knowing when to stop and float away. A fog lifts for a brief moment. Light up like a night sky I saw once before. (x2) Too long ago to remember. Slamming the reality back into focus.
When do I ever leave my mark?
These jilted moments that we have shared have lead to nothing.
A pure act is what we all do.
The big dance is where we all end up.
Like the person picked last,
one feels unwanted.
Who let you in?
Who promised you the world?
No surprise I have fallen short again.
Of course you tell me otherwise
so I can run around more and learn absolutely nothing.
Bringing nothing but the memories on my back
and a life you cannot buy.
Die!
[Verse 1: MGD]
Back on the block from the last time I came, last time I told ya
Now don't get caught trippin', trying to trap, and we don't know ya
Cause you gone get yo sack took and ran clean off the street
And I ain't gone even shot ya buster, I'm beating ya wit the heat
Work ??? a half just to start up
Bring me back the ten then break 'em all down to quarter's
Servin hustla's to servin J's, nickels and dimes
Cause them the hustla that put the meaning behind the word grind
So what's the hassle dawg, if ya feel me bust up a cap dawg
Nothing but love, for this muthafucking trap dawg
Playing a zone, straight get my serve on
Oh we git straight to it, so you can kill that you heard homes
Bringing back a triple like it ain't no thing
Cause y'all serving skimpy sacks to make the re-up change
That's right I stay in the lab, cooking this dope everyday
And keep y'all ass looking for that everlasting yay
[Hook: x4]
Yeah... (Everlasting yay)
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
I got the ? on the block of the bay
Looking at my watch in case these cops want to play
I'm waiting on Jay, baby what's the word
I got a million dollars down here floating on the curb
I got to smoke my herb, to keep me from nuttin' up
It's to hot on 9th, I got to take it to the cut
And I'm too cold to touch, and got a partner name Mike
Say what? Sell coke I almost made it out my night
But went to thinking twice, after the birdies got him
But they don't want buddy, they his buddy at the Simp
So I'm a call Kim, tell him put the package up
Something is bout to happen and it's gone to be corrupt
I made a couple bucks, but I'm making more now
Shit wanna flip the game, Pastor Troy a show you how
See I can make a vow, cause the grind was my dad
The more I think about it, the more it make me mad
[Hook: x4]
[Verse 3: Lil' Pete]
I started selling coke when I was sixteen
The hard butter crunked it up for them dope fiends
It's none other than the one they call Little Pete
Yeah ya know me, that small nigga from baller street
Pay what you owe me, slowly I came up
From dust to dawn buddy, now my folks ain't having fun
We out here grinding, diming, serving, dirty from hustling
But when I get clean like Cinderella it's a dream
That means never, its eighteen's or better
My dash is leather and I pack a Beretta
Whatever you wanna do we can do
Before you do, go find yo muthafucking crew
[Verse 4: MGD]
I'm blazing trees on the look out for my enemies
The dirty cheese and them broads that work on they knees
Better stay at home, better stay off the streets
Pastor Troy, Little Peter, and MGD
[Hook]
Yo what's up now potna [x5]
Now what the fuck is gone tangle me
to get 'em to understanding in this motherfucker
Mike Gold back up in this motherfucker
Bringin' the pain non stoppin be layin
Now I'm gone verbally dick you in your ear
and nut in your brain, y'all niggas lame
See ya stuck on them hoe thangs
Then they get the playas throw them on purpose on mo' pain???
Now put yo hands up and get beat to the ground
Freak 'em something and get your mothafuckin ass beat down
That's right bitch ass niggas, y'all do what bitches do
And if you rollin with that nigga, then you's a bitch too
I don't give a fuck about you walkin round wit yo chest
Out screamin you a thug, nigga i'll still scrub yo ass
So ease on or you get peed on punk
They gone find you somewhere lettin outside built like a skunk
And that shit you was talkin when you was wit yo homeboys
Now you ass all by yourself so I'm yellin so what's up now potna
[Hook]
Now niggas know when you play with fire you get burned
But like fuckin with me and that's to whom it may concern
Oh yo ass gone learn just for showing shit stink
Cause that's dead ass real like bein in the fleet brink???
Shit 2000, niggas killin on TV
I'm a handle my hair first when you come fuckin with me
My homeboy told me play it like this your last
Let the snake eat the rat, and then kill his ass
I don't feel it playin close to the line but never cross
Keep it real with my folks and chop them fuck niggas off
Niggas come and get some freestyle ??? a bitch
Fuck ass jail type niggas lovin' to snitch
[Hook]
It's goin down in this bitch
Y'all jumpin like a nervous trick
And it really get to it when I fuck around and switch state
Get crunk, get drunk, roll up the street
Better get a hold of something before I hit the beat
I'm gonna put it on these lame ass cats
Out here until the next time they fuck with me
I don't think you wanna climb on shit, nigga bring it on
I'ma punch you in your face and enter the back of your zone
So fuck you don't walk and you bitch
What you scared mothafucker, I start this shit
I'ma pull one nine at one time
That motherfucker burn your whole clique
Bitch ass nigga, better bring that ho shit to a close
Cause the niggas I run with never play fuck no more
These boys goin straight to your face fo' sho
The time to say somethin gone be the time they get you off the flo'
Oh you know the Phat Boy niggas they fuck with the place
Pourin drinks on your ho and blowin weed smoke in your face
Now I believe that I got them to understandin in this motherfucker
We ain't gone never leave this motherfucker
[Chorus]
Uh Oh [x8]
Give me the trap and i'ma set it up with fine bait
Give me the ice, and i'll show y'all bustas how to skate
Give me the time i'ma consume and straight cultivate
Give me the money to stage and the mic and i'm straight
I can tell you ain't hard, y'all bustas soft
They find a neutral spot, they let go loot so i'ma go off
I don't imitate styles, I got flows
Now watch the special delivery to you motherfucking hoes
Check one two with the mic, check the game
Check the handling when I step to change a lane
Check the straight knot on them hoes I be checkin
Now check ya playa status from the chicks i'm collecting
[Chorus x2]
Now put a cap on that bullshit y'all talkin bout mister rapper
I'm fed up to here with that ??? so i'ma slap you
Saying gangsta rhymes and doing whole things that don't mix
Uh huh, you about to get caught up in the mix
I'm from St. Louis, the clean town was the hood
Disrespect, watch me make it understood
Ya better have somebody to call twelve
I'm pissed off and I'm about to raise hell
And I won't bite my tongue for none of y'all
I'm just gone crush you quick, like the impact of a wrecking ball
I just drunk some gin and it made me worse
If I don't get some green, your next ride gone be in a hearse
[Chorus x2]
I got the ice cold water to put your fire ass out
And the hoes hooked up to the hydrant in case you spread, no doubt
You bustas through, we coming through
Fatball and mad society run through
We bout to drown, we murder bound
Get it together cause tonight it's going down
I can't stop, I can't quit
So one of y'all end up getting a wig split
It ain't nothing you can do to take us under
Cause we warriors, playas, soulja killas, and hater hunters
Y'all just unchained the wrong clique
For the next ten years, we gone be running this shit
[Chorus]
Splacka splacka, splacka splacka, splacka splacka
Shot him anyway, motherfucker I don't play
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on
I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on
Point it at the crowd and commence to splacking
Point it at the crowd and commence to splacking
I got a mission to six to hook up with some tricks
Them hoes wanna help out a nigga on his spliff
So I pull up at the hotel room with no guilt
Thinking if I'm gone get away or if I'm gone get kilt
But fuck it, I gotta do it, my pockets kind of brown
So I kick in the door and lay the motherfucker down
Don't budge, don't breathe, don't even make the slightest noise
If you do motherfucker, I'm putting a six to your boys
Splacka splacka, splacka splacka, splacka splacka
Shot him anyway, motherfucker I don't play yeah
Tied up the motherfucker onto the chair
Then have thoughts of killing him, just leaving him right there
Some more niggas came in, I said fuck it, lets fiend him
Pop the nigga in the chair and then I ran with the caprice
Now I'm on the run, straight up I gotta go
Through the window and then I fell with the hoes
[Chorus]
Now I'm riding with these two hoes thinkin that I'm stuck
Then they pull to the side and they ask for they cut
Now ain't this a bitch, what the fuck I'm gone do
I got the gat from the back and I bust them hoes too
Took them out in the field, headed to my niggas house
I got blood into the seat, dippin to the south
And I hope I don't run into College Park or East Point
Couldn't pick up no wealth, but I got papers for a joint
Then I ride east and made a right on Washington Road
I caught a wicked ass thought and a light in my nose
I'm thinking of these motherfuckers that used to be down with me
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
So I crept on in, and caught the niggas sleeping good
What the fuck, East Point controlling the hood
I gotta get the hell on and make my escape
But then leave the motherfuckers, got caught by the gate
[x8]
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
At the apartments, I'm headed for the highway
I got plenty faith in this shit, it's going my way
I was laid back, cooling, like I went to Missourch??
Outside were the boys of the niggas that I jacked there first
I made a left, the hell on with a joint in my mouth
I'm rolling fast as fuck, towards 85 South
Policed the other motherfuckers, then other motherfuckers
Trying to take me down, but I refuse to hit the ground
I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on
Before these motherfuckers try to take me up in the zone
I got herbs and curbs everywhere, I should be bendin
I got a feeling it's gonna be a fucked up ending
I got a flat, my chins broke with all these foes behind me
Only thought in my mind was to get the nine G
I got up out the car with the gat but have my back
Point it at the crowd and commence to splackin
[repeat until fade]
Point it at the crowd and commence to splackin [x4]
I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on [x2]
[Verse 1: MGD]
Now just because I drops my shit slow and then sink with the beat
These niggas think I'm coming incomplete
But when I put that shit in Flipmode, they start running from the squad
You a busta, not Busta Rhymes so how you hard
I got that rabbit in a hat trick
That make 'em step back shit
That game to make your girl turn into a track bitch
Plus, I can run it like a freaky do
And get nasty with just like a freaky hoe
And put every motherfucker on the flo'
And have them go like he a nigga what
I'm a make y'all bounce with it
Hit the green, then blow on an ounce with it
Hit the flo, with the folks on Georgia Bows, nigga while y'all bounce with it
No doubt, I just wanna turn it out
Keep bringin that shit from the dirty south
You don't know me boy, better watch your mouth
I'm MGD, hell you talkin 'bout
Nigga please, you better freeze, hit your knees
Cause you don't want damn near none of these
I know about, then on a lot of ki's
With more rhyme than smokes on a hundred D's
Nigga, me and my folk gone stick together
When we come to a hole we gone hit together
We gone talk that same bullshit together
Then jump down on the same hill together, nigga what
[Chorus x4]
Nigga, me and my folk gone stick together
When we come to a hole we gone hit together
We gone talk that same bullshit together
Then jump down on the same hill together
[Verse 1: Thug Dogg]
My nigga Mike called me and told me what was going on
Y'all actin like some hoes with the beatin, fucking sin hoes
C'mon and get it while I wanna give it to you
Before I hit the block with the ?? sendin the hundred tips to you
I knew y'all niggas was cowards
Ain't got no heart till you gets the power
But cocaine won't stop you bitches from feeling pain
Say my name, Thug Dogg
Don't you feel a little bit sober
Make you wanna stop pickin up busta's
Nigga wanna get on ya hustle
Y'all know nothing about stars (waking up)
Boy get your front niggas (breaking up)
In halves, in the streets (shaking up)
Y'all bitch niggas just ain't take enough
Y'all makin us wanna ride on this mari- now slide over
Find out where the lab you stayin, with the fucking straps on you
I'm in it by myself, don't need no help, now dig on we'll be there
Heard you got them ki's ??? now you got tied to the chair
Where they at? Where they at? Over there? Over there? Okay we outta here
I've been waiting on the motherfucking lick
like this right here for a couple of years
[Chorus x4]
[Verse 2: MGD]
Let's get on a fifth of page
Comin bigger than the hips on a glove range
Hittin harder than a motherfucking twelve gauge
Now they want some of that dirty sawed off
But fuck y'all niggas ain't had enough
By yourself, y'all look ready to bust
Now whatcha did we ain't trip, nothing to discuss
Which one of y'all hoes wanna fuck with us
But you a soulsin nigga, opposin nigga
When the time due on the murder, on the hold nigga
Come straight out the junk on the boating nigga
Ain't damn y'all hoes holdin what
[Verse 2: Thug Dogg]
I either be fucked with, fucked up, or even fucked around with
If you lookin for a steady go at it ass whupping, you found it
All that mean reppin, all that fake thuggin, that don't mean shit
Nigga see me bust your ass, my nigga, you ain't seen shit
And y'all be running around this motherfucker
talkin bout y'all wrong and y'all right
Flexing all that bling bling, knowing y'all ain't got it
Fuck that dark shit, you can come with, that's all we waiting for
So when you see my dog, nigga you know it's the best hoe
[Verse 3: MGD]
Whoa now, Godby Road, Simpson Road, Adamville
If you ain't from where I'm from, then you don't know how I feel
[Chorus x2]
See me and my folk ride for blocks and blocks
And me and my folk like to set up shop
Sippin forty's, then get right fluid
I'm the nigga that make ya ass wanna do it
[Verse 1]
Now me and my folk just do it, and get right fluid
We get your girl, we get her crunk and get her to it
Now me and my folk run a gang of hoes
Get so tight with it we runnin' a train of hoes
Now me and my folk rob niggas in drag
We make the toughest motherfucker in here run like a fag
Now me and my folk make nothin but hits
And keep your ass straight crunk, we don't spit with this shit
We got that break em off beat, that knock you off your feet
That shit to make an honest bitch wanna cheat
Y'all fuck niggas can't touch me in this game
Cause y'all keep droppin bullshit that sound the same
Now me and my folk like to hit the club
Drink up half the bar, and don't spend shit but a dub
Now me and my folk, they high as a kite
Because we smoke all day and all motherfucking night
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2]
Now me and my folk like to glide on lifts
We ride for blocks and blocks until we find the right
With your town so hard, we have a nigga shedding tears
And run you off the street you've been servin on for years
Don't give a fuck about you screaming that you want your corner back
You can have the bitch back, soon as we jump these sacks
Now me and my folk don't talk no shit
We get to it head first when you get like a bitch
Now me and my folk smoke blounts till we choke
Put the bitch out, leave, come back and find for broke
Now me and my folk bout wilin hell
We crunk everywhere we go actin wild as hell
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Now me and my folk will fuck you up bout some shit like this
Cause this original made, and scratch without that bullshit
The place is drawn made the music cause it fit in the gee??
We got y'all bouncin like the booty when the freak girls in
Now we the coldest motherfuckers to make 'em freeze up when we enter
With no ice, the niggas that standing in the center
The flows nice, now all the ones they thinking ??? night
Now they thinking twice, now my folks ??? ride on 'em shawty
Now keep it hitting like we throwing them thangs
Switch didn't know that the niggas down they be simple and plain
Now I'm the one man in the same game that flip-flop and hold they thangs
Bring the pain when I aim, and change the whole damn route
Have you spinning in a circle turn from out in a daze
Call breaking barely cause you gone need help from getting out this maze
And I'm gone dunk dunk dunk, dunk dunk dunk always
You can't fuck with me and my folk cause we get to it and get paid
[Verse 1: MGD]
MGD up in this bitch and I'm ready
Cut 'em down like they short and steady
Fuck around and made another hit, everybody on the dick
Y'all niggas on the same thang, I'm on some other shit
Strappin boy your plate is on
Bitches y'all paid upon
I'm the nigga droppin shit that y'all bustas hatin on
Lame ass broad came to Captain Kirk tapemaker
Front line soldier ready to die for nothin order taker
I'ma punch ya bitch ass then smack your neck up high
Do it by myself so nigga fuck what you talkin bout
I'm a straight up warrior nigga jumpin off on your shit on site
I'm gone keep applying heavy pressure til you see the light
[Hook]
Niggas talkin shit better kill dat kill dat
Hoes think we trickin better kill dat kill dat
I ain't stuntin you funky hoes or you lame ass bustas
I'ma push the blount and put all you muthafuckers
Watch that bitch smack in line 8x
[Verse 2: Pappa Charm]
Should the topic be about murder
or is a pimp a bitch that you dropped in the land with
It don't stop, get your vest poppin the teflon what your legs put up on
Is it you vision a straight bia holdin the MP
Reload the MGD get your mouth spit on
Represent the south shit and sell PE
Gone leave in a bloody outfit with the bitch, know how to get money
But she crippled, probably don't go flippin any wrong
Never tickled, she gone all out in the middle???
In the neighborhood probably get my check on
Fuck you if you got your strap on
I take those that I ain't hoed be the reason why I ain't got my mack on
Matter of fact on
Niggas in the battledome tryin the outskirts meanwhile you never see em
Jesus love that cream bitch on killin out these bitch niggas for
the one who tell him
Me and Gol bringin chall??, and cut 'em pussy walls
I be on some wang weird shit wish me dog
cause I can bring it left like Lou Rawls
[Hook]
Crush that muthafucking nigga, smack that stankin bitch out
Crush that muthafucking nigga, smack that stankin bitch out
Crush that muthafucking nigga, smack that stankin bitch out
Crush that muthafucking nigga, smack that stankin bitch out
Move muthafucker, get your bitch ass out the way
Move muthafucker, get your bitch ass out the way
Move muthafucker, get your bitch ass out the way
Move muthafucker, get your bitch ass out the way
[MGD]
Hey Gol I'm bout to punch this bitch (Pappa Charm)
Busta keep me monkey, pointing at me and runnin' his mouth
Thinkin that I'm lame try me nigga, ain't no poppin hoes
I'ma bring to yo ass straight up at the front do'
Head first muthafucker, nigga put yo hands up
Betta sit your ass down if you can't stand up
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck nigga
You ain't nothin to me but a lame ass fuck nigga
[Pappa Charm]
I don't give a fuck bitch, I don't give a fuck bitch
You ain't nothin to me but a stankin ass star trick
I'ma flow under somethin well
Bitch you don't wanna come in
Let's get something clear, Pappa like it from the rear
Be no creepin off in your ear
Then you can't manage your flat tire and your ice lodged over in the ditch
And time bitch, not givin fuck in a busta, betta bust quick
Cause pimpin me facin the wealth is strictly ??? done first
Run his ass up on the curb, smoke my herb, that how a nigga get served
[Hook: Pastor Troy]
You ain't ready boy
Let's set the record straight
You ain't ready boy
Half you niggas fake
[Recite x4]
[Verse 1: MGD]
I'm sick and tired off this shit
I got to set the record straight
I'm the rapper you hate to love
And the thug you love to hate
These buster's claim they trapping on my street
I ain't never see you there
I ain't never heard about no charge that you caught from there
(Broh you know this muthafucker)
I don't know that muthafucker
None of my Godby Road vets know that muthafucker
Ain't no soulja's on G-Road
We don't take order's dawg
We ain't bout that military bullshit, hell naw
Now I got these busters thinking, Who the hell is MGD?
What the hell he talking bout?
Is he really talking bout me?
Now when we find out y'all gone hate
I'm a set the trap wit the fire bait
Lock the doors so y'all can't escape
Go outside and put chains on the gate
Now won't get scured cause you say you got a gun
Boy I ain't no punk, ain't gone run
Y'all lame ass cats really don't want none
I'm a git up in yo face like her shake her thong
A blaze that blunt, jump down in the hole wit it
Ain't nobody smiling like H2O
I'm a let you in on a little something' that you know
Cause you gone git gone when you hear the ???
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil' Blac]
Now believe when I tell you
I ain't the average nigga that you heard of
Cause I'm dead fo' real about getting mine, committing murder
Make you feel lost, strange, like Cameo you feel me (Word Up)
Now trying the Pastor and MGD you getting hurt up
Now last Mace track I was throwing Georgia bows
This Mace track, I'm kicking down do's
Know we clique deep, VIP, H2O
Getting straight D, jumping down on hoes
Now when you spot a hater tell on 'em
We gone bring the hell on 'em
Make them busters fell like they 12 shawty, bail on 'em
I'm a move in quick, but penetrate slow like Weezy
Put from the top of the roof
Show you the real meaning of "Off the Heezy"
Y'all boys ain't no pimps, you and yo folk the holice
Well make ya self get gone, like that big block thang Caprice
I got thugs on the left of me, gangster's on the right of me
Warriors in the back of me
Soldiers get sprayed
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Pastor Troy]
Now they done let the wrong nigga bring church to a close
All I'm thinking bout is money, muthafuck some hoes
And I chose to snatch up the paper before it vanished
Georgia Boy, I represent it a got damn it
Use to walk around, head down looking sick
Fuck looking eye to eye, half these niggas talking shit
They quick to brag about the niggas they done smoked
You want to go to war, come fucking with my folk
A joke, just like a fucking Laffy Taffy wrapper
But nope, cause it ain't nann day with the Pastor
So after you die guess who you got to come and see
I'm chilling in hell, D.S.G.B.
I got Little Peter ready to bust ya head
We ain't playing wit ya nigga, we leaving ya dead
Heard you scared, claiming Godby Road that's mine
I'll be rocking on these niggas until the sun shine
[MGD]
Now take a ride with me on the south side of Atlanta
Boy you hear them guns, now Godby Road is where they coming from
Unknown bustas is popping up on the scene
Now that's a hazard, cause we clear deep in the plaza
Newcomers wanna roll, you giving them 80 percent of your shit
Or get your motherfucking wig split
Them bustas who wanna roll through, hey they be the ones
that throwin the gat tat, or the click click
or the rat tat or the tat tat
We be riding like that be twenty-one off the hook
Now boy you gone stuck
Cause these niggas on the street ain't scared, they gone buck
We don't give a fuck about you or your foe
Cause you on the wrong street, for that we cut throats
We the realities and nightmares that make y'all panic
And that big ass iceberg that sank the Titanic
So if you don't understand, then I suggest it to foes
Here come a bunch of motherfuckers throwing Georgia bows
[Chorus]
Here come them dirty south cats throwing Georgia bows
With them ATL gangstas screaming Godby Road
Here come them dirty south cats throwing Georgia bows
With them ATL gangstas screaming Washington Road
Here come them dirty south cats throwing Georgia bows
With them ATL gangstas screaming Simpson Road
Here come them dirty south cats throwing Georgia bows
With them ATL gangstas screaning Cameron? Road
[Lil Black]
My gold in the fo-do be nigga SVO
That's them niggas on that Godby Road throwing Georgia bows
I flip the script, so many people, they getting kilt
Cops getting built, but shawty I'm gone slip
I hit the club, I'm at the bar, I spend a dub
Your girl leaving with me, so I ain't got no love for that bia
Who's ? color, put her eye
She thought I was tricking, I stuffed a bow in her mouth
[MGD]
Black and skeetin money, green ride on seventeen
Every nigga we pass got they mug, look at me
But I just drive by, stay out the middle of the driveby
Everytime they see MGD, they say he just drive by
Here we go on a fifth again
Got your mind bent like on a fifth of gin
Feeling good, take it like a good girl for when
At the bar spend a grand sack of benjamins
I ain't dropping them, bust they funky clothes
Straight to the ground like funky toes
Stay away from all them fucking hoes
Get them off me with Georgia bows
[Chorus]
[MGD]
We hitting the club tonight, y'all know how it goes
Wanna say I'm a thug nigga, throwing them Georgia bows
And it won't stop, no time for second guessing
Getting close to them broads that shaking them body dresses
What a find boy, be twenty-one off the hook
So split the L shawty, roll the green and let it cook
All my folks at the bar raise a glass
Take it to my head straight spinning from DJ thugs
But I'm still spitting game at the crows
Can't walk a straight line with a blindfold
And i'll bet you won't walk on them toes
G Road in the house and oh yeah I'm walkin with them
Them broads you with keep choosing so we gone get em
Put 'em on a plate like flake, ya damn right
We ain't using nothing but rubbers and an OJ knife
Now all my thugs keep bouncing and stay on the flo'
And I ain't got to say shit, y'all niggas know what to throw
[Verse 1]
Now you been backin it up for a minute baby
And it ain't nothin wrong with that when you reverse and put a cap
And it's damn sure fact girl, I know it's what it went
Turn around let me see that front, now that's a rabbit in a hat
I'm gone, aw damn, girl you jumped out
Let me put the long part of the eye to the tiger
Got to be hot, because you workin what you got
Look at me parlaying all up in the same spot
You got MGD gone way in another zone
Now baby strip to it and leave your shoes and socks on
Girl you make my mind flip when you twitch your hips
Now work pop shake bounce ooh bring it high den there
And I can see you got it on
You poppin with no stoppin
And I'm back in the zone when you havin that rabbit hoppin
If you come on in I'ma stay straight even sober
Down to my hands and knees scratch that now flip it over
[Hook]
I know you like to back it up and flip it over baby
I wanna feel your toes rubbin on my temple girl
And if you don't wanna leave, surely I'll call
To put the back of yo knees on my forearm
Now get to it baby, now get to it baby
Now get to it baby, now get to it baby
Now get to it baby, now get to it baby
Now get to it baby, now get to it
[Verse 2]
Seeing shorty right there workin her thang fo sheeit
She say she move she won't give me the same thug shit
She say she down to come in my grill
Smoke somethin, drink somethin but she ain't don't cuttin no shit
I know ya down to cut that's why you showin me your thong
And I'm already frozen from lookin at ya shake your thong
The way you doin that there girl you goin off the grid
Oh you just gone cut me and now my boy got shit
You wasn't one of those thangs everybody gettin the brains
Girl work, base and do it with no shame
You got hogtied breakin down screamin your name
And you out the yard, unleashed and off the chain
Now after two rolls, you make a man release the pressure
They can't hang when you throw it gurl
They call in the stretcher
But let MGD get up on it, now you know I'm gone rip it
Don't bother put it in reverse, nah baby you got to flip it
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Now let me put that thang in motion, you captain?? the row boat
And the way you lick your lips, I know it the slow curl
You say these broads can't compete, now you makin them sick
Cause you fine, one of a kind, don't stop that shit
You got a playa with the tightest pockets losin his change
Got that x-rated blood flowin all in your veins
Now it's a damn shame you make it hard to maintain
I got to hear the click click before I can bang bang
You say it's on all night if I roll up the green
I am the B-O-K B-O-K burnt one king
Now go on spark this one right here and set it on out
And pass it to your boys why because she say she down no doubt
She say she like the way I'm slow with it, the way I flow with it
And if I do it over nothin she gone go get it
Bring it back to me and rest your heels on my shoulders
It's already in the spot no need to flip it over
Yeah baby, you know it, listen:
Eeverybody knows that I broke your heart
Yeah everybody knows that Mike D broke your heart
But you'ze gots to stop tellin them how I stole your car,
You know? Just aint fair baby, you know,
Just cuz I got the,
The better side of the bargain
Just means that the cards were dealt in my favor, you know?
[HORNS]
[PIANA']
Girl you know it's true
Mike D is in love
(with you)
You know I remember, the first time I saw you
And you were standin there
Lookin all lonely and everything
I went over, you know
And strated smellin that ass
[LAUGHS]
Then ricky powel came over,
Trying to do the ATD and everything,
Yeah baby
Girl you know it's true
Mike D is in love
(with you baby, whooo, in love with you!)
(oh it's true it's true it's true, oh baby!)
(it's true it's true it's true it's true)
(I'm so true, it's true it's true it's true)
You know a lotta MCs these days
They make records about, you know,
Women takin' all their money?
Hey, you know I'm straight up honest,
I just be leachin' off my girl, you know?
Just leachin off my bitch that's what it's about ...
You know, if you got a roof over your head and a
Pot to piss in man, shit, that's better than having
Money in the pocket, you know?
[HORNS]
awwww yeeeah
oh Mike D, Mike D, Mike D, Mike D, Mike D
starrin: Mide D
featurin: Mike D
and uh, special appearance by, uh, Mike D
du, du du-dun
incredible ...
invinceible ...
most incredible ...
unstoppable ...
techniculous ...
Liz Claiborne ...
Gucci ...
Yo' motha ...
That's right baby
When you weren't looking,
When you were out shopping that day,
Your mother came over,
She was lookin kinda nice, you know?
You wouldn't believe what she was weain under that dress
You know? anyway, so, you know one thing lead to another
I'm real sorry you had to walk in like that and see ...
you know,
shit happens,
you know?
(Mike D is Love)
(awwwww yeaaaah)
Oh..
[Hook: Ronnie Spencer]
Come on baby, power up with me
Cause y'all already know, the melody
I'm feeling so high, off this extasy
Mike D, D-Reck and D-Gotti
(One two, ready or not everybody's bout to drop
Bout to drop, bout to drop, bout to drop)
[D-Gotti]
Come on up power up pack, feeling like the Mack
Cocoa slim on my back, niggaz show a bust attack
With a sack of hydro ponic, him satin on silk
My conversation is crucial, hoes relying on a pimp
Throw the door man a dub, must of been accident
I usually pay the door, fuck the club
Snub on my waist, body rocking to the bass
Sipping OJ and rolling, jaws locked like a safe
Some got a shank, some playas in the place
I need a shop that ain't scared, to put dick up in her face
I'm like man hold up, this budda off done got a nigga fiending
For weed something, somebody roll something
And uh, I feel like I can float
At Matches on Sunday, trying to give a lonely hoe some hope
And it's dope, she'll never get a feeling like it better
She like Gotti you exit, I'm like bitch that's irrelevant
[Mike D]
I still enter the do', lit the fuck up
Blinding like light shows, moving in slow mo
Gon off Henny, mixed up with Hypno
I call it Crip Cruttical, down it it feel incredible
Oh my, I feel my pelling kicking in
I'm, so damn high
I'm seeing twins now, look here lil' mama
Work it in the britches, bout to break something with your switching
Got me rock hard, sticking out a few inches
Gotta pinch me, I feel like I'm dreaming
Jenny and her twin, talking bout tag teaming
Yeah yeah, I'm just so damn thoed
When I'm on that X-O, yeah yeah come on uh
[Hook]
Come on baby, power up with me
Cause y'all already know, the melody
I'm feeling so good, off this extasy
Mike D, D-Reck and D-Gotti
(One two, ready or not all my playas pull out your drop
Pull out your drop, crank up the knock
Uh-huh, 3-4-5-6
Pop you a tab, and jump in the mix
Jump in the mix, jump in the mix)
Ain't nothing but a power party
(Uh-huh-huh, 7-8-9-10
If it's kicking in, gon down that Henn
Down that Henn, down that Henn)
[Ronnie Spencer]
Ain't nothing but a power party
Come on baby, power up with me
Come on baby, power up with me
Rocking and a shocking, to this melody
Come on baby, power up with me
Rocking and a shocking, to this melody
[D-Reck]
It's on, what's happening my nig
[Mike D]
I'm back home, trying to get my hustle on
Now D-Reezie, how you feeling my nig
[D-Reck]
Still explicit, trying to make my paper flip
[Mike D]
Just don't stop, and stack it on up
And watch lil' mama, out there back it up
[D-Reck]
I'ma hit it from the back
[Mike D]
I'ma hit it from the front
On three large tabs, and I'm bout to get crunk
I'm pulling through the lot, and I'ma pop my trunk
Pull out my nine, and I'ma buck-buck-buck
[D-Reck]
Yeah buck-buck-buck, that's how a nigga act
Once I fall up in the club, I'm headed straight to the back
Where you can find me, and my nigga Mike D
In the VIP, powered up on three
Three lovelies, and them hoes going hard
But I ain't talking bout the pills, I'm talking bout three broads
You know the fun ones, that carry the condoms in they purse
Freaky make it easy, for a nigga to get the skirts
For a nigga to get the skirt
[Hook]
One two, ready or not all my playas pull out your drop
Pull out your drop, crank up the knock
Uh-huh, 3-4-5-6
Pop you a tab, and jump in the mix
Jump in the mix, jump in the mix
Uh-huh-huh, 7-8-9-10
If it's kicking in, gon down that Henn
[talking]
Yo, you done tuned into radio Boss Hogg Corleone
Yeah that's right, Miggity Mike D and I'm back
Yeah 60 days out the Penn, putting it on you niggaz shoulders
Like it go you know I'm saying, My Gift to the World
My Gift to the World, from the Don Corleone is to bless you
With all the greatest hits I done been on, you know I'm saying
Skeet taste you, for that Hoggin Da Game come out
Cause I'm fin to put it in your face, Corleone Family Entertainment
Baby, we fin to take over this thang for the 2 triple 0-4 you smell me
[Hook x2]
Swing down, sweet chariots let me ride
Coming down slow, on the damn Southside
Swanging on 4's, slamming on do's
Gripping your hoe, that's the way it goes
[Fat Pat]
It's the big sugar daddy, bailing none other
Coming down with blunt, in the red and peanut butter
Naw I didn't stutter, popping trunks surround
Coming down slow, watch a playa what clown
On the Boulevard, yeah my swangas we'll mob
I'm coming down the Boulevard, swanging on them hard
Me and C.B., got the T.V. on
Got my glock in my lap, riding till dawn
Man it's all goody, hit the parking lot
Pop trunk red neon, it don't stop
Watching hoes bop, cause we on that glass
C.B. crawling, yeah I got on my mask
With my Sacci looks, ready to let my pistol smoke
Cause up in the C, and I'm gone off that dope
Leaning on the drank, so what you think
I got my hand on my glock, plus I got my shank
[Hook x2]
[Mike D]
I swang on dots, floss on chops
Hit the scene beat it up, like a boiling crock pot
Dipping so low, in the Jag cockpit
Got my paws frostbit, with six screens lit
Feeling like the shit, mobbing on twin Z's
Pat in front of the Lac, I'm in the J-A-G
Sipping a skeet taste, with a cannon on my waste
Iceberg to the drawas, putting it all in your face
Shocking and body rocking, swanging side to side
Crawling wide body, with Palomino inside
Tell I'm a 84 glider, on the block glider
Catch me and 3 in the Pathfinder, with diamonds that'll blind you
Smoking on sticky, sipping lean in my machine
Through the parking lot crawling, hogging dogging the scene
With my mug on mean, working sixteen
Swanging on you boys, fulfilling ghetto dreams
[Hook x2]
[Mr. 3-2]
Lumilean to Eddies, money over bop hoes
My Diablo, and see six zeros
Niggaz sturn like 84's, and switch like kids
Gotta move around, cause they'll put it in your ears
Still sipping but no beer, check up in my styrofoam
In H-Town Texas, my home sweet home
The Governor and Corleone, P-A-T resurrected
Vote for Mr. 3-2, to be reelected
Me Mafia connected, with the streets on lock
Entertaining my peoples, on the fifty foot yacht
I move a big body out to, bending corners turning heads
From the Boulevard MLK, to the blocks of Homestead
We flossing and flipping turning, tipping so low
Beating the trunk, and dropping the top real slow
Letting the world feel it, realest from the Gulf Coast
We swang down up on the block, body rock with my folks
[Hook x2]
[talking]
R.I.P., uh to the P-A-T, we love you baby
We gon miss you
[Ronnie Spencer]
P-A-T, rest in peace baby
Everybody knows, it wasn't your time to go
[Mr. 3-2]
Much love and we'll never forget you, P-A-T
Now you in a better place, with G-O-D
The deep memories, won't stop going through my mind
Wishing we could parlay, just one more time
It make a G start crying, just like lil' baby
To see his partna come on, heart goes to the T. Lady
And the rest of your family, especially Lil' Fat Pat fool
So rest in peace my partna, and that's from Mr. 3-2
[C-Note]
I never thought I had to write this song, for P-A-T
We gon miss you playa while you gone, you went I'm all alone
Staring at the memories, in the back of my mind
Comparing all the miseries, trapped in time
And in this rhyme ain't enough lines, to explain how I feel
We gon miss you P-A-T, my partna kept it real
And this whole ordeal, is worth more than it seems
Like a worst nightmare, living our ghetto dreams
[Hook: Big Moe]
These streets are too hot, too hot baby
These streets are hot, hot, hot
We gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade
Too hot, too hot lately
Too many my partnas, gone to early graves
[Lil' O]
You couldn't understand my mind's, on a whole nother level
I'm in the church every Sunday, trying to dodge the devil
I'm a rebel, with a worthy cause
I'm trying to shine, in a world that wants to see me crawl
That's why it hurts, that Fat Pat had to take a fall
It ain't fair, but we gotta keep our faith in God
Took in his prime such a vicious crime, we been robbed
I'll fulfill your ghetto dreams Lil' O gon ball, he'd want that
[Al-D]
Bet your mama tears trying to get us, see God got eyes
You can't give a man life, so why you gon take a man out
P-A-T, S.U.C., gon make that dream come true
Worldwide on the map, dedicated to you
And Lord knows we gon miss you, ain't no fronting or faking
At least now you ain't gotta see, all this hating
Much love homie, from the whole H-Town
You brought peace to the Click, and it's gon still go down
[Hook: Big Moe]
[Clay-Doe]
We won't stop, but baby you was so close to the top
I couldn't wait for you to drop, so we could body rock
But our God, is a jealous one
And when he wanna kick it with you, time will get done
It was just like yesterday, we was making Screws
And to tell you the truth, you got the whole world raising roof
And to my G's before I pass, you never know
Mash for your paper, your homie Clay-Doe, P-A-T
[Big Pokey]
We was just getting off of dancing, body rocking the stage
I done turned the damn page, seen the hurts and the gauge
Trunks pop tops drop, wide body on colors
Laid back on butter, watch my 18's stutter
I confess I'm a mess, so much pain in my chest
Wanna test my beef threats, hole put you to rest
F-A no way, I could ever forget
Put your tape in the deck, and bounce bounce to it
[Hook: Big Moe]
[Mike D]
Ain't no way in hell, I'ma deal with that
You took all of me, when you took Mr. Fat Pat
Took the body that we see, but his soul is in me
I'ma live his ghetto dreams, through Lil' P-A-T
Southside to the playas, don't die
Only multiply, with paper in our eye
And don't worry baby, I'ma keep all this under control
But I miss getting blowed thoed, in the studio
[Willean]
Living in this ghetto, while days are getting shorter
Reminiscing bout my partna, make the pain even harder
The time that we spent, getting bent paying dues
Dusk to dawn, into the morn' making Screws
On the cool, we gotta use it as a stepping stone
And really think, who the ones they stepping on
Like a throne you'll be known, as a living legend
Fat Pat rest in peace, cause all G's go to heaven
[Hook: Big Moe]
[Lil' Keke]
I'm too hot to drop, you marks must of forgot
I've been blessed with success, it ain't no taking my spot
Fakers plot ands scheme, but I'm living they dream
P-A-T and Lil' Ke, the real Freestyle Kings
We use to take it up break it up, on screwed up dubs
Body rocking Southside, hands up in the club
But I still got love, and I'ma complete the mission
Rest in peace, from the whole Commission
[Big Steve]
F-A-T, you was the realest to me
And ain't nobody, stopping what was meant to be
See all your ghetto dreams, is gonna come to life
I'ma keep you in my prayers, everyday and every night
Affiliated playas, gots to keep shocking
And Mr. Grand Papi, gon keep they body rocking
Open up they eyes, so the world could see
The Southside's, gonna keep grinding for you P-A-T
[Hook: Big Moe]
[H.A.W.K.]
Picture me rolling, from coca beaming Southside holding
So clean four 18's, knocking all side molding
Can't stand it can't handle it, I'm hurting god damn it
Of these niggaz crew ways, on this bullshit planet
Called Earth since birth, the things that we been through
Rest assure through me, your ghetto dreams'll come true
Never knew it would happen, it was at least state of shock
But as long as I'm here, they gon still body rock
You don't stop Wreckshop, we gon still drop top
Neon lights at night, when the damn trunks pop
Bounce bounce to this, you will certainly be missed
As I sit back and reminisce, with our kin folk Chris
I hear your voice in the wind, as the nights get colder
Lil' Pat and the family, they gon ride on my shoulder
I told you it's before, and that's the way it's gon be
Bro I love you dream of you, forever P-A-T
[Hook: Big Moe]
[Ronnie Spencer]
And I'm talking bout the Southside
Stop killing eachother, baby
Yeah, well well well, oh-oooh-oh-oooh-oh-oooh
Well well, thou shall not kill baby, yeah
Oooooooh-oooh
[Big Moe]
Get up on your grind, and the people stop hating
[Hook:]
We been all around the world, and it's all the same
See these niggaz ain't changed, and the game is strange
(get off your ass, too early to lay it down
We on a mission for big heads, and y'all can't hold us down)
[Mike D:]
These niggaz don't want the riches, these niggaz want the bitches
Wide bodies with switches, platinum pieces that glisten
My paper rowdy to start, man I been on the grind
Sacrificing and paying dues, to shine and get mine
From the dope game to the rap game, from the rap game to the dope game
Street niggaz feel our pain, we grave diggers for the fame
From rocks to blocks, and duct taping 'em up
Dragging boys out they boots, on that big head hunt
It was all in the making, a young youth with loot
Street smart plus heart, migrated to the booth
Had to put my boogie down, with them ducks and pounds
Wrapped up and compressed, to distract them bloodhounds
As time evolved, I kept my 40 for squealers
Kept them young broads kneeling, as my paper hit the ceiling
This game we're revealing baby, is sold out to'
Taking trips around the world, serving raw by the load cause I been
[Hook x2]
[Clay Doe:]
I been all around this world, and nothing changed
Gold diggers looking for niggaz, with ghetto fame
Boys aiming, to impress these hoes
While gorillas they bout scrilla, masterplanning all my X and O's
Scratching and core it, I'm all out for it
I can't ignore it, so I'ma stack it I'ma store it
Til' it's millionaire status, in a millionaire's palace
Niggaz wrists and chests, fifty plus karats
Lifestyles of the rich and lavish
Bumps and bruises got me dropping off, out here trying to manage the damage
Keep me scrambling and rambling, from H-Town to Dallas
Texas G's, and no we won't panic
I know it's hard, for you foreigners to understand it
Respect is demanded, or boys getting knocked off with the cannon
I went, on a quest around this planet
For the scrilla and got it, everywhere that I landed
[Hook x2]
[Mr. 3-2:]
I been all around the world, and it's all the same
People struggle and hustle, but you gotta maintain
From Texas to Maine, it's the same in every hood
Gotta get up off your ass, to make shit all good
Riding leather and wood, cause boys don't like that
Tilting my dob hat, on a mission for my stacks
Haters trying to hold you back, and keep a playa down
But S.S.P. shine forever, Screwed Up underground
How you like us now, we worldwide and legit
Ghetto dreams came true, cause it's money over a bitch
3-2 will never switch, just cause my paper get long
Cause you can't take it, with you when you gone
From swangas and two prone, to sitting on twinkies
Brick homes and bank accounts, with iced out piece watch and pinkies
This game done got janky, so I'm heated all times
On a grind, all around the world getting mine
[Hook x2]
[singing:]
Get off your ass, oooh and stack your cash
It's too early, it's too early to lay it down
Oh yeah-yeah, ooh yeah-yeah-yeah
[talking]
Get your hands up, you thugging with Corleone
Po-Dina, Big Boss Man
[Hook]
Say hoodrat (hoodrat)
Superstar (superstar) [x2]
Get your motherfucking hands up uh-huh
Superstar (superstar)
Say hoodrat (hoodrat)
Superstar (superstar) where you at Po-Din'
[Big Pokey]
I need a bad bitch, bad hoe
Go hard with a nigga, in the middle the flo'
Ain't complaining, bout her needs so
Ain't gon leave, till her jeans to'
Five foot four, dark and thick
Call her bitch, cause she bark at dick
When I'm finished with her, then my boy can hit
If not, next time I'ma dodge the chick
I don't, play with hoes
I run through broads, like a change of clothes
Dress in a fo', top of the line
If you hear my head board, then I'm knocking her down
Might hit it from the back, I'ma pop up behind
Make her sound off, like a shot from the nine
A pick on the middle, get her hot as a iron
And she say I wouldn't know her, I stop her from lying
[Hook]
Say hoodrat (hoodrat)
Superstar (superstar) [x2]
Get your motherfucking hands up
[Mike D]
It's on, and you know that it's on
Corleone back home, bout to play in your thong
And I done knocked off me, a Bentley Anage
So I can hit you and your friend, in the back of my car
Give me a head shot, let me see you work some'ing
If your girlfriend with ya, then go on and get a double
I'm on E and bout to bubble, and y'all in trouble
I'm on hard on some'ing, ready to fuck some'ing
I'm a G, and I give it to you like that there
When I skeet swallow ma, yeah I like that there
Corle' a mess I swear, but you ain't seen nothing yet
I'm trying to get slowed deck, while I ride in the Lex
Throw a hex on the dick, like she sick with it
She go to gobble and swallow it, and ain't even spitting with it
I'm the hottest thing out chea', running the game
Love a model chick, but dog I keep a hoodrat woman
[Hook]
[Mike D]
It's on, and you know that it's on
Corleone back home, bout to play in your thong
And I done knocked off me, a Bentley Anage
So I can hit you and your friend, in the back of my car
[Mr. 3-2]
Big Boss, Pimpin' Chris
I'm a Southside playa, that'll pimp a bitch
Rocks on my wrist, that a hoe pay fo'
She broke the crack, till she break a toe
Make me do', without too much sleeping
Break a trick, don't pass that freaking
On the weekend, we taking trips
I's a pimp, so bring back my chips
Brand new whips, on tennis shoes
24 inches, I'ma pay a due
Breaking rules, and breaking laws
Bout to go hard, in ménage trois
Sipping bar, selling white
Mr. 3-2, go hard with dykes
They make me praying, and never complain
And it's the kinda brother, listen street game
[Hook]
[Mike D]
It's on, and you know that it's on
Corleone back home, bout to play in your thong
And I done knocked off me, a Bentley Anage
And when the night is over this car stops where I want
it and when I see that look on your face I'll fake a
smile to make you feel better about yourself but the
truth is I don?t care at all.
these cigarettes taste like regrets and I can't stop
the smoke from blinding your pretty eyes. step back why
do you play these games, your fault you were the one to
blame, put your hood up, put your hood up now.
and when the night is over this car stops where I want
it and when I see that look on your face I'll fake a
smile to make you feel better about yourself but the
truth is I don?t care at all.
i?ll wipe these kisses from my lips and give back all
the lipstick that you, that you wasted on me. your
fingernails are dug in my back and this one night holds
more regrets than the first night we met.
these cigarettes taste like regrets and I can't stop
the smoke from blinding your pretty eyes. step back why
do you play these games, your fault you were the one to
blame, put your hood up, put your hood up now.
listen babe, you know how the story goes, its all the
same, its all the same.
(what you did was wrong, what you did was wrong)
you're burning up
you're burning up
and when the night is over this car stops where I want
it and when I see that look on your face I'll fake a
smile to make you feel better about yourself but the
I asked him if he knew what time he had
He said he wasn’t sure, maybe a quarter past
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70’s
I peered in his eyes as we stood in line just to have a look
But the pages I found looked like an unbound coloring book
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70’s
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70’s
It’s not reality, just someone else’s sentimentality...
It won’t work for you...
Baby boomers selling you rumors of their history
Forcing youth away from the truth of what’s real today
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70’s
Stadium minds with stadium lies gotta make you laugh
Garbage vendors against true defenders of the craft
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70’s
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70’s
It’s not reality, just someone else’s sentimentality...
Look what it did to us...
(Speakin’ as a child of the 70’s)
The kids against the 70’s...
Kids against the 70’s...
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70's
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70's
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70's
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70's
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70's
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70's
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70's
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70's
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70's
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70's
The kids of today should defend themselves against the 70's
Verse 1:
D Bm A (short riff)
There are some things a guy gets from his pop
D Bm A (short riff)
Some of these things get spaced, others are never forgot
Bm G A
Believe in such a tradition, I got in my truck cab
Chorus:
D A Bm
Oooh Oooh Oooh
G F# (short riff)
Piss bottle man
(repeat)
Verse 2:
Same as first, lyrics are:
Miles and miles all the while I feel secure
Even when a fuse gets short I can keep my nerve
Believe in such a tradition I got in my truck cab
Chorus
Bridge:
Short Riff
Piss bottle man
Short Riff
Piss bottle man
Chorus
Verse 3:
Same, lyrics are:
Driving in his shoes, using the bottle he used
Every time I pop I think of my pop and pay my dues
Respect such a tradition, I got in my truck cab.
Chorus
Chorus
Hold back your tears, don?t waste your breath on me. I
don?t deserve this anymore. just close your eyes and
everything will be alright. I?m just a memory.
fall asleep with me with your hands over your face it?s
all a dream.
just take some time and forget everything I?ve said? it?s
all a lie. just remember this is the last time you get to
say goodbye.
fall asleep with me with your hands over your face it?s
all a dream. put your hands around my throat and choke
away all that?s left of me.
hush hush, she told me that she loved me.
hush hush, then why did she leave me.
just close your eyes?
fall asleep with me with your hands over your face it?s
all a dream. put your hands around my throat and choke
Ashru Virah Ni Raat Na Khadi Sakyo Nahin
Pacha Nayan Na Noor Ne Vadi Sakyo Nahin
Hoon Jane Kaaj Andh Thayo Roi Roi Ne
E Awaya Tayare Ane Nihali Sakyo Nahin
Nayan Ne Bandh Rakhi Ne Mein Jayare Tamne Joya Che
Tame Cho Tane Karta Pan Vadhare Tamne Joya Che
Nayan Ne Bandh Rakhi Ne Mein Jayare Tamne Joya Che
Tame Cho Tena Karta Pan Vadhare Tamne Joya Che
Nayan Ne Bandh Rakhi Ne
Rutu Ek J Hati Pan Rang Nohto Aap No Ekj
Mane Sharaa E Joyu Che Tamne Bahaare Joya Che
Tame Cho Tena Karta Pan Vadhare Tamne Joya Che
Nayan Ne Bandh Rakhi Ne
Parntu Arth Eno Aei Nathi Ke Raat Viti Gayi
Nahito Mein Gadi Vada Savare Tamne Joya Che
Tame Cho Tane Karta Pan Vadhare Tamne Joya Che
Nayan Ne Bandh Rakhi
Hakikat Ma Joyo To E Ek Sapno Hato Maru
Khuli Ankhe Mein Mara Ghar Na Dhware Tamne Joya Che
Tame Cho Tena Karta Pan Vadhare Tamne Joya Che
Nayan Ne Bandh Rakhi
Nahitar Aa Vi Rite To Tare Nahin Laash Dariya Ma
Mane Lage Che Ke Ane Kinare Tamne Joya Che
Tame Cho Tena Karta Pan Vadhare Tamne Joya Che
Nayan Ne Bandh Rakhi Ne Mein Jayare Tamne Joya Che
Tame Cho Tena Karta Pan Vadhare Tamne Joya Che
Nayan Ne Bandh Rakhi Ne
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