• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The People - Insane Clown Posse
• The People - ICP (Insane Clown Posse)
• The People - I.C.P.
• The People - Common
• The Bible - Buffalo Tom
• The Bible - Tom Buffalo
• The Bubble - Tha Alkaholiks
• The People - Nappy Roots
• The People - Music
• The People - Number One Gun
• The Bubble - Tha Liks
• The People - John Wayne

This one is for my people all the very people This one is for my people
We got trees growin out the dirt for us to climb on beats attackin your ears for us to ryme on
Our time with a bag of purp 3 5 dimes puttin shags to work
We on both sides of the river all around the ocean spinnin like a carousel stuck in fast motion
Like that champ out on his back flat on the map i been doin that
We runnin bare foot on broken glass i cant belive it but the shit is out there and were here to receive it
Catch me on the waterfalls with sexy ass mermaids washin my balls
Were throwin rocks in the sky puttin craters on the moon chillin with the creature from the black lagoon
Communication through your stereo for every body listenin here we go
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
We flyin with the red wall needles gettin shot at floatin on a iceberg wonderin were the pot at
Grease paint with a bottle of go fetch me a lette and im outta the doo
We take you higher then lex luger always stay true to scrubs universally on wanted juggalletes and thugs
I got a robotic arm and dont nobody know it i can rip your whole head and throw it
We are a never ending story that only gets better as we make our way through this life we live together
Hooptie ridin with my headphones on vision im in a bentley on hologram chrome
The wicked shit will never die put some hatchet in your ear holes real underground baby punchin through your stereos
Somthin wicked for the chosin few so for everybody listenin this goes to you
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
For my people livin downtown (it dont matter where)
For my people livin in the forrest (out there)
For my people livin in the dry desert and where the rain pours(out there)
For my people in the jungle for my people in the beatbox (out there)
For my people in the island for my people in the crops (out there)
For my people in the snowstroms for my people in the heatwaves (out there)
For my people bein born and all my people in the graves (out there)
For my people in the swamp lands for my people of the tundra (out there)
For my people in the penthouses and the others livin under (out there)
For my people in oriente for my people of the seas (out there)
For my people in the out back and my people from the trees (out there)
For my people of the mountains for my people on the road (out there)

This one is for my people all the very people This one is for my people
We got trees growin out the dirt for us to climb on beats attackin your ears for us to ryme on
Our time with a bag of purp 3 5 dimes puttin shags to work
We on both sides of the river all around the ocean spinnin like a carousel stuck in fast motion
Like that champ out on his back flat on the map i been doin that
We runnin bare foot on broken glass i cant belive it but the shit is out there and were here to receive it
Catch me on the waterfalls with sexy ass mermaids washin my balls
Were throwin rocks in the sky puttin craters on the moon chillin with the creature from the black lagoon
Communication through your stereo for every body listenin here we go
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
We flyin with the red wall needles gettin shot at floatin on a iceberg wonderin were the pot at
Grease paint with a bottle of go fetch me a lette and im outta the doo
We take you higher then lex luger always stay true to scrubs universally on wanted juggalletes and thugs
I got a robotic arm and dont nobody know it i can rip your whole head and throw it
We are a never ending story that only gets better as we make our way through this life we live together
Hooptie ridin with my headphones on vision im in a bentley on hologram chrome
The wicked shit will never die put some hatchet in your ear holes real underground baby punchin through your stereos
Somthin wicked for the chosin few so for everybody listenin this goes to you
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
For my people livin downtown (it dont matter where)
For my people livin in the forrest (out there)
For my people livin in the dry desert and where the rain pours(out there)
For my people in the jungle for my people in the beatbox (out there)
For my people in the island for my people in the crops (out there)
For my people in the snowstroms for my people in the heatwaves (out there)
For my people bein born and all my people in the graves (out there)
For my people in the swamp lands for my people of the tundra (out there)
For my people in the penthouses and the others livin under (out there)
For my people in oriente for my people of the seas (out there)
For my people in the out back and my people from the trees (out there)
For my people of the mountains for my people on the road (out there)
For my people everywhere that call themselves juggalos (out there)

This one is for my people all the very people This one is for my people
We got trees growin out the dirt for us to climb on beats attackin your ears for us to ryme on
Our time with a bag of purp 3 5 dimes puttin shags to work
We on both sides of the river all around the ocean spinnin like a carousel stuck in fast motion
Like that champ out on his back flat on the map i been doin that
We runnin bare foot on broken glass i cant belive it but the shit is out there and were here to receive it
Catch me on the waterfalls with sexy ass mermaids washin my balls
Were throwin rocks in the sky puttin craters on the moon chillin with the creature from the black lagoon
Communication through your stereo for every body listenin here we go
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
We flyin with the red wall needles gettin shot at floatin on a iceberg wonderin were the pot at
Grease paint with a bottle of go fetch me a lette and im outta the doo
We take you higher then lex luger always stay true to scrubs universally on wanted juggalletes and thugs
I got a robotic arm and dont nobody know it i can rip your whole head and throw it
We are a never ending story that only gets better as we make our way through this life we live together
Hooptie ridin with my headphones on vision im in a bentley on hologram chrome
The wicked shit will never die put some hatchet in your ear holes real underground baby punchin through your stereos
Somthin wicked for the chosin few so for everybody listenin this goes to you
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
For my people livin downtown (it dont matter where)
For my people livin in the forrest (out there)
For my people livin in the dry desert and where the rain pours(out there)
For my people in the jungle for my people in the beatbox (out there)
For my people in the island for my people in the crops (out there)
For my people in the snowstroms for my people in the heatwaves (out there)
For my people bein born and all my people in the graves (out there)
For my people in the swamp lands for my people of the tundra (out there)
For my people in the penthouses and the others livin under (out there)
For my people in oriente for my people of the seas (out there)
For my people in the out back and my people from the trees (out there)
For my people of the mountains for my people on the road (out there)

Louder, louder, louder, louder, louder, louder
louder, louder, Yeah
Yeah, it's for the People
This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes
Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal
My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo
Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people
And the struggles of the brothas and the folks
With lovers under dope, experiment to discover hopes
Scuffle for notes, the rougher I wrote, times were harder
Went from rocky starter to a voice of a martyr
Why white folks focus on dogs and yoga
While people on the low end tryin to ball and get over
Lyrics are like liquor for the fallen soldiers
From the bounce to the ounce, its all our culture
Everyday we hustlin, tryna get them custom rims
Law we ain't trustin them, thick broads we lust in them
Sick and tired of bunchin it, I look on the bus at them
When I see them struggling, I think how I'm touchin them
The People
The day, has come
Now we, are one
Just take, your time
And then, you'll find
This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes
Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal
My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo
Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people
The people said that I was sharp on TV
At the Grammy's, though they tried to India.Arie me
Got back stage, and I bumped into Stevie
He said no matter what, the people gone see me
Can't leave rap alone the streets need me
Hunger in they eyes, is what seems to feed me
Inside peace mixed with beast seem to breed me
Nobody believe, until I believe me
Now I'm on the rise doin business with my guys
Visions realize, music affected lives
A gift from the skies, to be recognize
I'm keeping my eyes on the people, that's the prize
This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes
Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal
My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo
Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people
From Englewood to a single hood in Botswana
I see the I in We my nigga, yours is my drama
Standin in front of the judge with no honor
Barack stick, knight the people like Obama
The karma of the streets is needs and takes
Sometimes we find peace in beats and breaks
Put the bang in the back so the seats can shake
Rebel Cadillac music for the people sake

Bell, book and candle, murder and greed
These are the things that bring your love to me
How sweet the sentence, How sweet the lips?
How do you expect, the same face that they kiss?
It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
You're only a child and you're reading too late
It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
It's only a child, you should leave your soul to me...
Harlots are angels, celibate priests
Contented Romans, bring your souls to speed
How sweet the flour, how sweet the cake
Even at the risk, of losing my last break
It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
It's only a child and you're reading too late
It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
It's only a child, you should leave your soul to me...
Blinded by halos, blood where the fields grow
I'm on my way home, but I'm not afraid
Bell, book and candle, murder and greed
These are the things that bring your love to me
It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
It's only a child and you're reading too late
It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
It's only a child, and I need your faith
It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
It's only a child and you're reading too late
It's only the Bible, It's only the Bible
It's only a child, and I need your faith
How long should I wait, how long should I fake
How long, 'till my feelings will break
How long should I wait, how long should I fake

Looking back now the summer of '88
When hardcore was young and the shows were great
The sky was the limit, the world was our stage
The future so bright we had to wear shades
I can't wait until two thousand ten
So we can relearn these songs and play them again and again!
I long for the days after we've had our fun
When we will look back on what we have done
We'll remember the dreams and all that it meant
But all the memories in the world, they can't pay the rent
Two thousand one: we'll call it quits the band will be done
Two thousand two: we'll sell our discography to you
Two thousand three: we'll sit back and we'll count our money
Two thousand four: two words “Reunion tour”!

Nigga quit playin with the god damn drum machine
Motherfucker (ha) yo..
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Wherever my crew go, same old scenario
Takin over every show, rockin on the radio-ohhhhhhhh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
[E-Swift]
It's Tha Liks you know our repoitoire, we party y'all
We treat every day like it's fuckin Mardi Gras (y'know)
Y'all done started somethin you just can't finish
Ten years deep in this game called rap business
We takin hip-hop back, it's gettin unbearable
Y'all done disrespected the game somethin terrible
My Likwid Crew shower you, with rhymes that's uncomparable
Beats so ridiculous it just ain't fair to you
We act stupid off the tonic and whiskey
Smoke so much weed you might think I'm a hippie
In the club drunk with my nigga King Tipsy
Lookin for some hoes that we can toss like frisbies
Bail through the club belligerent like, quot;Bitch Please quot; (damn)
Tab at the bar is already like six G's
Everywhere we go, I roll with the same old gang
Doin the same old thang, again and again
[Chorus]
[Tash]
Niggaz know.. (y'all niggaz know)..
On your marks get wet, three vets is on the set
It's nine years in the game and we ain't lost a step yet
We still in full effect with drunk rhymes that make the world spin
(While you starin at me nigga) Nigga, I'm starin at your girlfriend
Women see us out and think my click is too obnoxious
Cause we bail around the party like we off a couple notches
We off a couple vodkas, homegirl, we Likwid niggaz
Take the time to get to blow us, tell yo' friends come kick it with us
Ha ha, all jokes aside, we slide slippers
Money fallin out my pocket like I robbed nine strippers
Tash is, quot;Animal House quot; like Jon Belushi
I'll be drinkin all the sake while you eatin all the sushi (damn)
(Whattup nigga) It's still the same situation
Tha Liks be gettin head from the same bitch you datin
Ratin us a 9'll be a waste of your time
We tens with big ends so let the games begin (y'know)
[Chorus]
[Tash]
Niggaz know.. y'all niggaz know..
Niggaz know.. y'all niggaz know..
[King Tee]
Yeah, yeah!
Imperialistic without doubt, the King'll blast your character out
So stop playin with it, you fadin in it
I stay with it, let me present the crown sound
Constricted with the Likwid, the ticket round town
The wicked wild sound unleashed out the cage
Plus the Alkaholiks got the bar on stage
Get pissy, Tipsy got a baggy full of cavi
J-Ro put D's on the Mavi'
Swift got TV's in the Caddy
Tash kept it all factory
The Likwid far from tacky
Even if I step in the Sky Bar, K-Swiss and hard khakis
Y'all niggaz better be happy, let me bubble
[Chorus]
[Tash]
Niggaz know.. niggaz know, y'all niggaz know..
Niggaz know.. y'all niggaz know..
{*E-Swift scratches quot;Tha Liks quot; until almost the end*}
[Chorus - partial]
Wherever my crew go, same old scenario..

Money means nothing
My people mean everything
Promise when I got little more money that I will never change
Plus still the same
I kept my fig on earth
And I kept my promise
I kept my people first
My friends and my family got help to make an anomy
When I was down at
Ya here to help an enemy
So I return in the favour
I passing forward
Adversity don't wanna wait for amount tours in
Face it and brace it
I promise that you could make it
Time spit with your family you should keep that secret
Is more worth then any amount of money?
So I never let the money smash that from me
People get money and them start can make money
Is the money that making world you see
I see a five years son taking out this some
Cause money ain't the world to me
I do it for the people the people the people
Cause money ain't the world to me
The people the people the people
Cause money ain't the world to me
Daddy was a garbage man
Mammy ware real hearth
Me I'm a command
And the pi on the lord
Smart smith admit it
You didn't have a million dollars
Only thing you said to me was don't key to make you stronger
Hope for beginning
Make some sweat amaze
Look for hope every Tupac and John Lennon
In rolls sit goes
What your next move
Now you have a good president what you gone do
Be a better man
Let the crip da hade
Grow spiritedly
Hip about your community
Is the love that mama was cooking
That making taste good
Is the people not the money
That makes the neighbourhood
People get money and them start can make money
Is the money that making world you see
I see a five years son taking out this some
Cause money ain't the world to me
I do it for the people the people the people
Cause money ain't the world to me
The people the people the people
Cause money ain't the world to me
You see I do it for the love
Sometimes I do it just because
But for some reason I can't explain
I didn't do for the box
See Nappy Roots is a movement
That how about the class above
Da origin of da obvious
Sell the conscious like a alibis
We struggle for down the town
Did the opposite of a largumish?
But a hard word pays off
I'm leaving proof and promise in this
Educate yourself so any fantasy's of dollars
You say you want but proof that soon you gonna make it
But make it to your credulous kiss
Is day out the future?
We are the one that damage in it
Abuse is an opportunity with revolution time in it
Don't make evidence it
His movie doesn't have a sequel
If you don't do for you and your kids did
Do it for the rest of the people
People get money and them start can make money
Is the money that making world you see
I see a five years son taking out this some
Cause money ain't the world to me
I do it for the people the people the people
Cause money ain't the world to me
The people the people the people

The People
Written By: The Music
hey Monday morning,
See what you're missing,
I can't live my life like this boy,
I said hey little lady,
see what you're missing,
I can't get enough of your love,
she goes...out all alone and out on her own (x4),
how many times do,
I have to say this,
your match is a light for me babe,
I said hey little lady,
see what you're missing,
I can't get enough of your love,
she goes...out all alone and out on her own (x4),
all alone (x6),
the people (x3), change the way you live now,
the people (x3), change the way you live now,
hey Monday morning,
see what you're missing,
I can't live my life like this boy,
I said hey little lady,
see what you're missing,
I can't get enough of your love,
she goes...out all alone and out on her own (x4),
all alone (x6),
the people (x3), change the way you live now,
the people (x3), change the way you live now

People count on "nothing isn't worth it"
Enslave your bodies for money to buy freedom
The people are angry with you and each other
I will remember when you said you'd save me
You disappoint your fathers and your mothers
With your faith not lasting I wonder what you'll wonder
And soon you'll sing badabadabadada
And soon you'll sing badabadabadada
The people are angry with you and each other
But I will remember when you said you'd save me
Badabadabadada

Nigga quit playin with the god damn drum machine
Motherfucker (ha) yo
Wherever my crew go, same old scenario
Takin over every show, rockin on the radio-ohhhhhhhh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Wherever my crew go, same old scenario
Takin over every show, rockin on the radio-ohhhhhhhh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
It's Tha Liks you know our repertoire, we party y'all
We treat every day like it's fuckin Mardi Gras (y'know)
Y'all done started somethin you just can't finish
Ten years deep in this game called rap business
We takin hip-hop back, it's gettin unbearable
Y'all done disrespected the game somethin terrible
My Likwid Crew shower you, with rhymes that's incomparable
Beats so ridiculous it just ain't fair to you
We act stupid off the tonic and whiskey
Smoke so much weed you might think I'm a hippie
In the club drunk with my nigga King Tipsy
Lookin for some hoes that we can toss like Frisbees
Bail through the club belligerent like, 'Bitch Please' (damn)
Tab at the bar is already like six G's
Everywhere we go, I roll with the same old gang
Doin the same old thang, again and again
Wherever my crew go, same old scenario
Takin over every show, rockin on the radio-ohhhhhhhh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Niggaz know (y'all niggaz know)
On your marks get wet, three vets is on the set
It's nine years in the game and we ain't lost a step yet
We still in full effect with drunk rhymes that make the world spin
(While you starin at me nigga) Nigga, I'm starin at your girlfriend
Women see us out and think my click is too obnoxious
Cause we bail around the party like we off a couple notches
We off a couple vodkas, home girl, we Likwid niggaz
Take the time to get to blow us, tell yo' friends come kick it with us
Ha ha, all jokes aside, we slide slippers
Money fallin out my pocket like I robbed nine strippers
Tash is, 'Animal House' like Jon Belushi
I'll be drinkin all the sake while you eatin all the sushi (damn)
(What up nigga?) It's still the same situation
Tha Liks be gettin head from the same bitch you datin
Ratin us a 9'll be a waste of your time
We tens with big ends so let the games begin (y'know)
Wherever my crew go, same old scenario
Takin over every show, rockin on the radio-ohhhhhhhh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Niggaz know y'all niggaz know
Niggaz know y'all niggaz know
Yeah, yeah
Imperialistic without doubt, the King'll blast your character out
So stop playin with it, you fadin in it
I stay with it, let me present the crown sound
Constricted with the Likwid, the ticket round town
The wicked wild sound unleashed out the cage
Plus the Alcoholics got the bar on stage
Get pissy, Tipsy got a baggy full of cavi
J-Ro put D's on the Mavi'
Swift got TV's in the Caddy
Tash kept it all factory
The Likwid far from tacky
Even if I step in the Sky Bar, K-Swiss and hard khakis
Y'all niggaz better be happy, let me bubble
Wherever my crew go, same old scenario
Takin over every show, rockin on the radio-ohhhhhhhh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Niggaz know niggaz know, y'all niggaz know
Niggaz know y'all niggaz know

What makes the word "America" ring
With a sound that brightens the air?
It's people, her people,
Who have done their "own thing"
With blood, sweat and tears, and a prayer.
Louis Armstrong on a golden trumpet,
And Marian Anderson singing "The Lord's Prayer";
The savage power of Jack Dempsey,
And the quiet pride of Jesse Owens;
Merle Haggard singing "Okie from Muskogee,"
And Chet Atkins pickin' a guitar;
Bing Crosby at Christmastime,
And Charles Lindbergh crossing the Atlantic alone;
A sharecroppers's son, an immigrant boy,
A hobo who rode all the rails,
The magic guitar of an ol' country boy,
A lone eagle who pioneered trails;
Sandy Koufax staring down at a batter,
While Willie Mays chants his "Say hey!"
Maria Tallchief gliding in Swan Lake,
While Fred Astaire dances on gossamer wings;
Billy Graham bringing God to millions,
And Jonas Salk bringing hope to the world;
Mahalia Jackson closing her eyes in devotion,
And Johnny Cash singing at the White House!
What makes the word "America" ring
With a sound that brightens the air?
It's people, her people,
Who have done their "own thing"
With blood, sweat and tears, and a prayer.
Willie Shoemaker booting Swaps home,
While Eddie Arcaro wins the Triple Crown on Citation;
Arnie Palmer winning the Open,
While Eddy Arnold is winning hearts;
Tom Harmon threading the field for Michigan,
While Bob Morrison plays his heart out for Troy;
Kate Smith singing "God Bless America."
And Irving Berlin, who wrote it!
Then there are those, unheralded, whose dedication to
our country is strong and true: The builders of
America--those who make her factories hum, the loggers
of her great forests, the men who labor deep in her
mines and the man who works with his hands.
The farmer who toils from dawn to dusk, and those who
carry her bountiful yield to all the state of our
Union. The railroaders, our merchant sailors, the
airline pilots, and those modern knights of the
road...the truck drivers.
These, and others like them, have earned their rights
to walk proudly...with the knowledge that their goals
were acheived through honest toil and in the spirit of
harmony found in The People...working together...in
this great land.
What makes the word "America" ring
With a sound that brightens the air?
It's people, her people,
Who have done their "own thing"