Boyz N Da Hood lyrics
Boyz N Da Hood lyrics
"Pussy M.F's lyrics"
Crucify lyrics
Every finger in the room is pointing at me I wanna spit in their faces Then I get afraid of what that could bring I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth Figures that my courage would choose to sell our now I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets I've been raising up my hands Drive another nail in Just what God needs One more victim [Chorus:] Why do we Crucify ourselves Every day I crucify myself Nothing I do is good enough for you Crucify myself Every
(feat. Trick Daddy)Every finger in the room is pointing at me I wanna spit in their faces Then I get afraid of what that could bring I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth Figures that my courage would choose to sell our now I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets I've been raising up my hands Drive another nail in Just what God needs One more victim [Chorus:] Why do we Crucify ourselves Every day I crucify myself Nothing I do is good enough for you Crucify myself Every
[Hook: Trick Daddy]
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Got to come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Got to come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Got to come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Got to come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
[Trick Daddy]
I fight fire with fire, sneakin through lines with mine
Tote A.K.'s and 9's, if you try me fuck nigga you dying
Like the cops and robbers, coming cocked I'ma rob you
Open shop, sellin bags of weed and dummy blocks
Ask pops about us, he'll tell ya we got em
? rocks, and some of that baby powder
Breaker Breaker one-nine, Adair County for life
If you drop a dime or testify, boy you die
Fuck all you motherfuckers, snitches and undercovers
Goin for them, I'm going over there to do you brother
Who gon protect ya then, you'd best to check it in
Sell your house, hide out, don't come back here again
You damn backstabber, I loo
And One Day lyrics
No love no word no future a child from the street a child from the street And one day she decided a fight and one day she decided to win she decided to win She's called Angel Face She looks at you with great expressive eyes Angel Face but she is cold as ice And one day she decided a fight she never get love And one day she decided to win- she decided o win She's called Angel Face she needs to be the number one in in life Angel Face life's a place to fight And one day she decided to fight and one day she decided to win She was a child from the street and she seemed to be lost life's a place
ked out for ya No love no word no future a child from the street a child from the street And one day she decided a fight and one day she decided to win she decided to win She's called Angel Face She looks at you with great expressive eyes Angel Face but she is cold as ice And one day she decided a fight she never get love And one day she decided to win- she decided o win She's called Angel Face she needs to be the number one in in life Angel Face life's a place to fight And one day she decided to fight and one day she decided to win She was a child from the street and she seemed to be lost life's a place
You used to be my homie, 'till ya put the cops on me
Home boy it's ugly, you know I gots to cut you
You tried me like a sucker, so nigga motherfuck you
[Hook: Trick Daddy]
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
[Jody Breeze]
I'm from the city where they they tote glocks, chop rocks
Ride spinnin wheels and they'll steal ya car and send it to the chop-shop
50 slabs in my socks, couple grams in my drawers
We ain't even in the club and everybody tipsy dog
Down south dope dealing, ride high smoke Phillies
We come watch how I, ride by and smoke niggaz
Call me Mr. Toucan Man, I bought a new tan band
With two K's in the palm of my hand, to show we ain't playing
Where you stand is where you land, sprayin with either hand
Wings ex
Congratulations lyrics
Congratulations, congratulations Well done my friend, you've done it again You've gone and broke another heart Yeah, tore it apart You've done it before, hope do it some more You've got it down to a fine art Remember the first time you tried to do it to me There'll be no next time, just wait and see Just wait and see Congratulations, congratulations You've gone and broke another heart Yeah, tore it apart
and like eagles but land like Peter Pan Congratulations, congratulations Well done my friend, you've done it again You've gone and broke another heart Yeah, tore it apart You've done it before, hope do it some more You've got it down to a fine art Remember the first time you tried to do it to me There'll be no next time, just wait and see Just wait and see Congratulations, congratulations You've gone and broke another heart Yeah, tore it apart
Pull off in the Regal Man, rollin that reefer
Holdin a lethal, felony piece in my pants
And when I see them people I'm mashing the gas in the Jag
stashin the mask with the cash Bumping that Beanie Sigel
And when you see my my pants matching my brand
Brand matching the band and the band matching the benz homie
And when I'm creeping, I'm sneakin a bitch from France
I'm freakin her she so freaky she sleeps in the 3-point stance
[Hook: Trick Daddy (Young Jeezy)]
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, (Yeah) but
If you really want it, (Oh) you
Gotta come and get it, (Yeah) you pussy motherfucker (Let's get it)
So you say you want it, (Oh) but
If you really want it, (Yeah) you
Gotta come and get it, (Hey) you pussy motherfucker
[Young Jeezy]
Hey fuck boy yeah you where your balls at? (Balls at, Yeah)
Got the fitted cap, right where your drawers at (Drawers at, Yeah)
And I'll kill all of
Native New Yorker lyrics
NATIVE NEW YORKER - Black Box New York style, style, style, style New York City New York City girl New York City New York City girl You grew up ridin' the subways, runnin' with people Up in Harlem, down on Broadway You're no tramp, but you're no lady Talkin' that street talk You're the heart and soul of New York City And love, love is just a passing word (passing word) It's the thought you had in a taxi cab that got left on the curb (left on the curb) When he dropped you off at East and the Third Oh, oh, oh You're a native New Yorker (New York City girl) You should know the score by now You're a
y'all (Let's get it, yeah) NATIVE NEW YORKER - Black Box New York style, style, style, style New York City New York City girl New York City New York City girl You grew up ridin' the subways, runnin' with people Up in Harlem, down on Broadway You're no tramp, but you're no lady Talkin' that street talk You're the heart and soul of New York City And love, love is just a passing word (passing word) It's the thought you had in a taxi cab that got left on the curb (left on the curb) When he dropped you off at East and the Third Oh, oh, oh You're a native New Yorker (New York City girl) You should know the score by now You're a
Make ya bald head like a bowling ball (Bowling Ball)
I tried to tell him he ain't understand (What)
So I sprayed his whole crib like the Orkin Man (Orkin Man)
I'm bout this money and this damn powder (Powder)
Leave your hood ground zero like the Twin Towers (What)
Y'all put his ass in a pine box (Yeah)
Black suit black top with the matching socks (Matching socks)
For playin with my damn cake (Cake)
I'll have your ass laying still like some dead weight (What, WHAT)
On the grind for these mega chips (Yep)
Flippin fake lays and I ain't talkin 'tato chips (Nigga)
If you ain't real then you'd better chill (What)
If he ain't got my damn money I'ma Kill Bill
[Hook: Trick Daddy]
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it, you pussy motherfucker