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Violent aint what im trying to be But this violence follows me Never had money for a P.H.D Now I get money when i make these beats Give to my hood, Renovate these streets Speak from my heart motivate my peeps Everyday i struggle trying to find some peace Never had shit, Never be shit But i keep my head up Nigga gotta get that cheese Livin a dream Its alright But it aint all good, We misunderstood So bound to repeat the same ol things Same ol ghetto 20" rims on on the whip, gold chains, and a Diamond Ring Smoking that shit, selling crack cocaine Tatoo's of the dead homies Mostly poor broke and lonley Never made it past the age of 18 Thats why brothers like me get locked up, Man just live shackled, In handcuffs pants saggin Packed up in the back of the wagon, Dawg get off me, Your killin me softly, Brush it off me, Speak like I know But I gotta go 5-0, wanna freeze my pay roll (oh) Its unlikely that i do the right thing like Spike, Nigga's too caught up Look at all us, Want to ball up to the club, in the mall up, till we fall up Im lost trying to find my way back home I’ve been gone for way too long, I was a king, now im back claim my throne my black pain and my black family that I was taken from -Verse 2- Always dreamin, Tired of scheming, Theres no hope for me I'm born to struggle, That’s the only way I see I just wanna do right The Lord gave me this life Everyday is a fight But I still keep my head high -Chorus- Head up Nigga gotta get that cheese Livin a dream Its alright But it aint all good, We misunderstood So bound to repeat the same ol things Same ol ghetto 20" rims on on the whip, gold chains, and a Diamond Ring Smoking that shit, selling crack cocaine Tatoo's of the dead homies man (Uh) No time to think, Take a deep breath don’t forget to speak Pray to the Lord my life to keep, Been through a lot of trouble way too deep Down in my soul but I gotta flow speak what I know always be quick, Never too slow Trying to tell nigga’s how to run the show, How to do well, How to blow up Nigga grow up, Throw your hands up, If you feel me Po-po’s out still trying to kill me The real me's, just still wondering why I have to try At God I cry Doing the very best I can, I'm the man, Nigga yes I am Nigga That I am, Nigga gotta be proud gotta be loud, Never be quiet (But)Violent aint what im trying to be But this violence follows me Never had money for a P.H.D Now I get money when i make these beats Give to my hood, Renovate these streets Speak from my heart motivate my peeps Everyday i struggle trying to find some peace Never had shit, Never be shit But i keep my head up Nigga gotta get that cheese Livin a dream Its alright But it aint all good, We misunderstood So bound to repeat the same ol things Same ol ghetto 20" rims on on the whip, gold chains, and a Diamond Ring Smoking that shit, selling crack cocaine Tatoo's of the dead homies Chorus (Yeahhhhh) (Ooohhh) (Yeah, Yeah) (Oh,Keep your head up, Oh,Keep your head up) (Oh) (Keep your head up) (Oh) (Keep your head up) (Yeah) (Ooo) (Yeah) (Yeeeahhh) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nigdjD7l56k&feature=related
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Hell yeah Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Have you listened to his little buddy Kiowa? This kid is 13 and killing it with some mad flows. If you like the music you should check out Kiowa: Rounds 1-4 on youtube.
Anyone remember this old-school shit, lol? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLYaew_kNMQ Master P talking) Yeah, huh, my boy Young Bleed in here, C-Loc in here, an you know the colonel MP up in here Chorus: Young Bleed Nigga we gonna keep it real dawg, hustiln high, cuz live niggas keep it real young, can we keep it real Loc? Tryin not to spill no blood, if it's real show a nigga love, nigga. Verse 1- Young Bleed Nigga it burns for gold that rose before me that was fakin' the funk, long an behold I come to get it, so I'm takin' it in chunks, out to lunch for brunch, maggots gonna munch in perpendicular, order money, man slaughter, I write this shit thats good for you, how many mutha fuckas must get dealt wit? Before someone kick down yo door, an leave you helpless, is you feelin' my fear, feelin' my vibe, at the same time, I dirty my theroy, clickin my tribe, tryin' ta claim mine, hush, what you discovered don't shake the rictor, my nigga, my nerve, go get the camera, get the picture, I'm laughin' at y'all for tryin' to ball, wit yo mug on me, movin' a million mutha fuckas strappin murder machine, I come dainty an benidine, so gimme mine, sippin great wine, polishin pussy thats genuine, paralized to the format still smokin' blunts for days, an mama's theroies an ways, got me prepared ha, niggas ain't ready, but if it wasn't for the grace of God, they say you couldn't live life against all odds, I know it's hard, but it's real though, I'm 'bout ta peel out, everytime I touch somethin', what ya feel yo, nigga, give a fuck if you bigga. Chorus Verse 2- C-Loc It be a piper push poundses, wit playas who wanna rise, pick the pen then ??? my rhyme, eh, so now I can make a leagal paper in this rap game, at the first used to hear that boy playin' wit steel toys, now I'm worse, can't break the curse, y'all laugh until I die, comin' from the dirt, so watch a young hustler rise an shine, like the ghetto mastermind, (bout it bout it) let em know, why do, doin' all that lyin' got the nation down to ???, young mutha fucka ain't do shit, can't stand the heat get out the kitchen, before trigga fingas get to itchin', getty up, get into position to have twitchin', thinkin', damn, how could I have mention, stop trippin', keep it real nigga. Chorus x2 Verse 3- Master P Ughh! I live my life of a youngsta wit money, to many, bitches pandhandlers, beggas an dummies, tryin ta, steal my soul, I mean suck me dry, for these 20 inch rims on my ghetto ride, I couldn't lose my life tryin' to keep my shoes, sell my soul to the devil, in the ghetto you lose, an ain't no, nigga gonna make it, fakin' the game, too many blacks behind bars for fortune and fame, I live, my life, readin' jail house letters, I'm workin', money orders sendin weed through sweaters, I seen mama's turn off of hustlas and killas, my last supper probably gonna be wit fiends an dealers. Ughhhh! Chorus x3 (Master P talking during chorus) C-Loc records, keep it real, for all the records, keep it real Loc the whole south, to the east, to the west, to the middle, huh, we gonna keep it real though, keep it real Loc
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXxSzqDSE5Q Vampire lyrics by Tribal Seeds Lord a God, I come in to defy laws Lord a God, they come in to defy ras Ay, just ways of Jah laws have left your head Resolve all to conflict, we'll all soon be dead Corruption a run and spread like viruses Freedom and rights will soon come to an end The righteous man will soon have his day Kings of the earth shall soon not have a say Confusion of the wolrd tends to terminate faith Wicked just a slaughter The system is a vampire, system is a vampire Hiring assassinators, lies of a murderer Vampire, bound to fall empire I yearn to fight in a just war, following Emperor Lord a God, I come in to defy laws Lord a God, they come in to defy ras Hear I, glorify up in them minds the riches of one Foolishness of father is taught to the son Laws of the earth surpass opinions Righteousness and justice shall burn racism Read in Psalms, knowledge of where that man was born Read in Psalms, of the true throne of Lion Justice of Jah shall be restored to the land Wicked will be slaughtered Mic check one two dont mind if I do Take the mic for awhile and try to get through to you Beware of the system who preys ruthlessly upon you Its a corrupt authority claiming that they represent you Guilty of dishonesty, lacking all integrity They come and try to suck our blood while we are sleeping Take a look around take a good look at this place There is no room for intolerance of another race We nah care if you black white red or if you brown If you live around here or if you come from out of town We down with you if you down with us Wicked just a slaughter The systems is a vampire, systems is a vampire Hiring assassinators, lies of a murderer Lord a God, Lord a God, Lord a God
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haha, I'm sorry, I love old-school rap...used to bump this shit when I was 15!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXyMWnWs4s4&feature=related Wolfpak killers on the prowl - let me hear ya howl ~~~Its the gangsta bounce, get off your ass and bounce~~~ Creepin up on u foolz alone, nine millimeter made of chrome, fifteen slugs right to yo dome, Wolfpak niggas howlin at tha moon; from tha womb, to tha tomb (hooowwwwlll) i feel tha change comin on; cause tha full moon's got a nigga transformin, to a psycho muthafucka like norman I thrive in tha moonlight, niggas die in tha sunlight (but itz only at night) I feel tha full moon risin, metamorphisizin into somethin u despisin, symbolisin thug niggaz on tha rise, nigga realise tru life do or die, trully high; smokin budz in tha clubz wit my thugz, disappear into tha mist wit a mug and nigga what? its a killa instinct in-sync in tha blink of an eye, nigga wonder why ya had to die! creepin up from tha dirty south, nigga what you talk about, nigga betta shut your mouth, nigga just bounce! ~~~Its the gangsta bounce, get off your ass and bounce~~~ When they come around, i'm tha nigga that'll gun em down, and any nigga wanna clown, ima let em all see me, yo but please g, nigga believe me, your my lyrical genie, i got them bitches on tha side; gotz them muthafuckaz true, with bikinis, and they're lamborghinis, niggas luv to smoke a brothers weed, smoke another brothers trees easily, u cant content wit what it is; its a material life, like i was serious eye, we got to vibe, gotz two niggaz in tha sky; horizon, tha jail tower leaves em all feelin lives traumatized, thinkin thoughts that lead to homicide; lay low, with a shoulder with a k.o. - aiyo say yayo - gotta get a little pay roll; bitches above to make em do what they say so, they know, i aint nuthin but a fucken fabolous genius at that scene of tha keenest - i mean this; nigga its yo life, venus, jump on my penus, i dont give a damn, im tha cleanest, nigga all this shit to me doesn't grin to me, other shit to me, bout tha stupid g's up tha block, niggaz got glocks, over ten shots at tha door, niggas dont stop, niggas gon' drop, keep yo doors locked, and bounce! ~~~Its the gangsta bounce, get off your ass and bounce~~~ Nigga whatcha wanna go now? when a gangsta nigga come fo you now; (creepin up) sneakin up from tha south side, you can run, muthafucka, but you cant hide; i'll put a slug in yo head; nigga brain dead, layin in bed, hangin by a thread, (for all that shit you said) how u gonna look when u pull tha plug fuckin with a thug, send yo body up above; n yo soul rises up like a dove; niggas scream from tha first sight of blood; Wolfpak is tha clique that i stick with, you better watch your tricks before we take our tricks, quick; cause we get delirious, and late night trains are serious, when i'm, sleepin on tha next seat nigga lemme hear ya howl, yo, do tha gangsta bounce! ~~~Its the gangsta bounce, get off your ass and bounce~~~ Nigga what? another thug nigga from tha projects, gettin mo' sex up in rolex, former golex, no raw sex, this informant, to get his dome split, gotta bone bitches, stay home trick, i'm hungry, creepin slowly, hoes know me, tha one and only, pull tha steel bitch, real quick, dont feel it, you still here, heal quick dont feel shit, you will shit! im tha realest, nigga feel this, can ya feel me, can ya heal me? elimination, niggaz hatin, i cant take it, a main nigga causin murda, i wanna die; make sure green better fuck wit yo life; comin to a bitter end, cause its here, now say hello to my little friend, once again a nigga layed cold, cause he aint bein who he say say, they keep fuckin wit my pesos cause they know, that im a thug nigga to tha fullest, only kill us, with silver bullets, Wolfpak, creepin up from sub-terrain, bring tha pain, to yo brain, nigga maintain! ~~~Its the gangsta bounce, get off your ass and bounce~~~ Send "Gangsta Bounce" Ringtone to your Cell
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