Boyz N Da Hood lyrics
Boyz N Da Hood lyrics
"Trap Niggaz lyrics"
Feel The Burn lyrics
Feel the burn Do the feelings you have keep you burnt Has the feeling you've made help you down Violation, salutation, complication Realization, indecision, clears my vision I'd like to take it all and shove it back in your face My screaming yeah, feeling this way for too long
[Chorus: Young Jeezy + (Jody Breeze)]
Well they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(I'm a cap peelin crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)
Well they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(I'm a cap peelin crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)
[Jody Breeze + (Young Jee
Well first of all, I'm that nigga that's moving that work for y'all
I'm the one you call who got it all, X, dro, par, salt
I gotta get it now nigga and don't count on cost
Cause the way I'm feelin nigga, I wanna take it all
(Fa Real Shawty) What Up Nigga? (Pump your breaks, slow your roll dude)
What? (If you want the real money, you gotta lose the attitude
Nigga, what type of shit is you on
Don't be talkin all god damn reckless on my phone)
Well I'm just saying though, I'm just telling you what I stand for
We both grown men so just gimme what I ask for
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Nothing, cause I already have what they ask for
(Your mouth too fly dawg, Plus your numbers too high dawg
So why even try dawg, I'm getting money, you just getting by dawg)
Whatchu mean nigga? I fuck hoes too
My niggaz bringing them bummas in truck loads too
Yea, I ain't but 19 nigga but I'm no joke
Ain't nann no nigga try to fuck me cause I know coke
(Believe that bullshit if you wanna
Word boy, I shot at em and they hotter than a sauna
And watch your tone, we gonna be heard
And one more thing, don't ever use that c-word)
Ay, c
I think you already know that we on it man
We getting dough boy, we moving blow boy
And we's hotter than the stove in 94 boy
(Ay, that might be true
But I ain't worried bout them, I'm trying to help you
It ain't about whose damn bread is longest
It's about who can stay out on these streets the longest
Ay, cause one slip and you outta here
Won't be back til them damn Duck Dodgers years)
I tell you what? Gimme what you think I outta have
Watch how I have them fiends asking for your autograph
[Chorus]
Feel the burn Do the feelings you have keep you burnt Has the feeling you've made help you down Violation, salutation, complication Realization, indecision, clears my vision I'd like to take it all and shove it back in your face My screaming yeah, feeling this way for too long
[Chorus: Young Jeezy + (Jody Breeze)]
Well they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(I'm a cap peelin crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)
Well they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(I'm a cap peelin crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)
[Jody Breeze + (Young Jee
Stoppy Back lyrics
Come on lads and lasses will you finish up your glasses, Let's go home. Now you know the regulations I don't want an explanation, Time to go. Fuck off you twat, we want to stoppy back, stoppy back. Fuck off you twat, we want to stoppy back, stoppy back. Twenty minutes past last or
zy)]Come on lads and lasses will you finish up your glasses, Let's go home. Now you know the regulations I don't want an explanation, Time to go. Fuck off you twat, we want to stoppy back, stoppy back. Fuck off you twat, we want to stoppy back, stoppy back. Twenty minutes past last or
Well first of all, I'm that nigga that's moving that work for y'all
I'm the one you call who got it all, X, dro, par, salt
I gotta get it now nigga and don't count on cost
Cause the way I'm feelin nigga, I wanna take it all
(Fa Real Shawty) What Up Nigga? (Pump your breaks, slow your roll dude)
What? (If you want the real money, you gotta lose the attitude
Nigga, what type of shit is you on
Don't be talkin all god damn reckless on my phone)
Well I'm just saying though, I'm just telling you what I stand for
We both grown men so just gimme what I ask for
I ne
Awake lyrics
Open your eyes, take a look around,there's an ill-boding wind, blowing into your faceYou can sense itThe weak are swept away,insignificance, lying on the side of a streetIndifference, passed byOpen you eyes, awake from you dreams,this is the only wayOpen y
er asked your ass for a half of Open your eyes, take a look around,there's an ill-boding wind, blowing into your faceYou can sense itThe weak are swept away,insignificance, lying on the side of a streetIndifference, passed byOpen you eyes, awake from you dreams,this is the only wayOpen y
Nothing, cause I already have what they ask for
(Your mouth too fly dawg, Plus your numbers too high dawg
So why even try dawg, I'm getting money, you just getting by dawg)
Whatchu mean nigga? I fuck hoes too
My niggaz bringing them bummas in truck loads too
Yea, I ain't but 19 nigga but I'm no joke
Ain't nann no nigga try to fuck me cause I know coke
(Believe that bullshit if you wanna
Word boy, I shot at em and they hotter than a sauna
And watch your tone, we gonna be heard
And one more thing, don't ever use that c-word)
Ay, c
D.i.e. lyrics
We are all dying there's no sense in trying no way you can stop it no wayDeath comes to you when you're an early sonThen he walks beside you all the wayAny moment he might strike reflecting your past lifeAnd sentencing you to the graveDon't live life worrying 'bout things you can't stop<
ome on man, I'm from the West Side We are all dying there's no sense in trying no way you can stop it no wayDeath comes to you when you're an early sonThen he walks beside you all the wayAny moment he might strike reflecting your past lifeAnd sentencing you to the graveDon't live life worrying 'bout things you can't stop<
I think you already know that we on it man
We getting dough boy, we moving blow boy
And we's hotter than the stove in 94 boy
(Ay, that might be true
But I ain't worried bout them, I'm trying to help you
It ain't about whose damn bread is longest
It's about who can stay out on these streets the longest
Ay, cause one slip and you outta here
Won't be back til them damn Duck Dodgers years)
I tell you what? Gimme what you think I outta have
Watch how I have them fiends asking for your autograph
[Chorus]