The Steve Miller Band Album

Hey, everyone
I think I'll take this time to have some fun
I know we've just begun
I think I'll go ahead and play my guitar some, yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Hey, now's your chance
You've even got the perfect circumstance
If you can find someone to dance
Just move your hips, baby, and shake your hands, yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Hey, grab a hold
Hold me tight and squeeze me till my love runs cold
Hey, it's all right
Up and down and in and out and out of sight, yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Hey, everyone
You know the blues has got me on the run
My guitar's got a rockin' tone
And we're just gonna keep on partyin' hard, yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Hey

Yeah
Yeah

Hey

Yeah
Yeah

Hey

Yeah
Yeah

Hey

Yeah
Yeah

Hey

Yeah
Yeah

Hey

Yeah
Yeah

Burnett

Well, my baby caught the train, left me all alone
Well, my baby caught the train, left me all alone
She knows I love her, she doin' me wrong.

Well, my baby bought the ticket, long as her right arm
Well, my baby bought the ticket, long as her right arm
She says she's gonna ride, just long as I been home.

Well, who's been talking, everything that I do ?
Well, who's been talking, everything that I do ?
You are my girl, I hate to lose .

Well, goodbye, baby, I hate to see you go
Well, goodbye, baby, I hate to see you go
You know that I love you, I'm the causin' of it all.

I'm the causin' of it all
I'm the causin' of it all
You know that I love you, I'm the causin' of it all
You are the one, girl, I'm the causin' of it all
I'm the causin' of it all.

Don't cha know?
Oh baby, don't cha know?
Don't cha know?
Oh baby, don't cha know?

Did you know that, baby?
Oh baby, don't cha know?

Don't you know, baby?
I'm telling you
You don't do nothing that I asked you to

Don't cha know?
Oh baby, don't cha know?
Did you know that, baby?
Oh baby, don't cha know?

Spending all the money
In the bank, write hot checks
[Incomprehensible]

Don't cha know?
Oh baby, don't cha know?
Did you know that, baby?
Oh baby, don't cha know?

Don't you know, baby?
I'm telling you
I'll do anything that you ask me to

Don't cha know?
Oh baby, don't cha know?
Did you know that, baby?
Oh baby, don't cha know?

[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
Don't cha know?
Oh baby, don't cha know?

Did you know that, baby?
Oh baby, don't cha know?
Did you know that, baby?
Oh baby, don't cha know?
Did you know that, baby?
Oh baby, don't cha know?

King-Josea

I want you to rock me, baby
Rock me all night long
I want you to rock me, baby
Rock me all night long
I want you to rock me, baby
Until my back ain't got no bone.

I want you to love me, babe,

Keep on rocking, baby

See me comin', mama
Bring out that old rockin' chair
See me comin', mama
Bring out your rocking chair
No one's watching us
And god knows, no one cares
One more time

Rocking chair

Well ball me baby
Well ball me all night long (if you can)
Well ball me baby
Well ball me all night long (that feels pretty good)
Well roll me baby
Until my back ain't got no bones.
I ain't got no bones about you, don't bother me, no not at all!

Well rock me baby
Well rock me all night long
Rock me baby
Well rock me all night long
Well rock me baby
Until my back ain't got no bone.
I ain't got no bones about you, don't bother me, no!

Roll me baby, like you roll a wagon wheel
I want you to roll me baby,
Like you roll a wagon wheel
Want you to roll me baby,
You don't know how it makes me feel

Rock me baby, honey, rock me slow
Yeah, rock me pretty baby, baby rock me slow
Want you to rock me baby, till I want no more

Fulson-McCracklin

Tramp
Yeah, you can call me that
I don't wear continental clothes
Stetson hats.

But I'm a lover
Yeah, you know, my mama was, papa too
And I'm their only child
Lovin' is all I wanna do.

Country
Straight from the woods
I'll answer when you call me
'cause baby I mean if
That makes you feel good.

But I'm a lover
Mama was, my papa too
And I'm their only child
Lovin' is all I wanna do.

Ha, Now, whatever you call me
Ha ha, I'll even go for that
'cause i keep a big fat bankroll in my pocket baby
And I'm personal friends with the dealer who owns the dealership of all the
Cadillacs, ha ha.

But I'm a lover, oh yeah
My mama was, my papa too
And I'm their onliest child
Lovin's all I wanna do.

[No lyrics]

(King)

Come on, baby, let the good times roll.

Let the good times roll
Oh come on baby
Come on baby andlet daddy do you so
Hey yeah, baby let the good times roll

A love is nice if it's understood
It's even nicer when your feelings good
You got me flippin' like flag on a pole
Come on, baby, let the good times roll.

So many people live in make believe
They keep a lot a going up their sleeves
But my love baby is no kind that folds
Come on, baby, let the good times roll.

Let me roll, let me roll, baby

[Jim Jones Intro]
Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelving you homie
You bitch niggas keep triple nining, have some integrity, bitch

[Jim Jones]
BALLLLLIN'
Peace Blood, peace almighty
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly
And get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't copping out
And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
And we balling, for all the toys is what we hopping out
My feary side, where we ride
And we all fly high in the Lear G5's
So, twist ya fingers up and bang, motherfucker, bang!
Get ya money up, this cane is what we fucking slang!
And 9 trey is what I fucking claim!
It's Dipset Capo, the Don of the Byrdgang!

[Snoop Dogg]
They call the D-O-Dub... wasn't really tripping cause
21, 20 Crips and all of us is crippin, cuz
We from a different street, all got that different heat
But when we move the Macs for Game, we on the same beat
So if you fuck with blood, then you fuck with us
And we ain't busting duds, cuz, we busting slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my nigga... w-w-w-w-WESTSIDE!

[Nas]
Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my nigga
I made rap, one blood, that say I'm signing wit Jigga
I got rappers getting mad at me
I got these new jack rappers trying to clap at me
I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio
Talking bout how they gon' spray, and take me away
But I'm the true living legend, I'm not to be questioned
Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression

[T.I.]
You knowing my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
So I keep the smitty's wit me, shit, how many wit me?
What, you scared? I'm prepared, in the mall and all
Wit two two's, you can call me Quick Draw McGraw
Bitch, I'ma cut that fool, better call the law
I start spraying, make fuck nigga fall and crawl
I press play like Puff, no pause at all
Chopping holes in all the walls, that's all they saw

[The Game]
Hip-hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shots
I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots
The king's coming, no, I'm not Jay-Z
Too many niggas hate me, but they scared to face me
This ain't a movie dog, no, not Waist Deep
I'm not an actor, but I'll show your bitch big meat
She giving one blood, one love, on dubs
140 thousand the first week... UHHH!

[Fat Joe]
All these niggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them niggas lying still up in stiff cases
Within styrofoam and embalming fluid
I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it
Somebody go and get this nigga a pine box
And I ain't just talking about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your bitch too!

[Lil' Wayne]
504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier
Banging underwater, fuck around and soak ya
Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my holster
And if you getting greasy, I'm an ulcer
I'm bicking back, being bool on the Eastside
Of New Orleans where the Bloods at the B-Hive
Ain't nothing sweet unless it's Presidential
Cause that is where I sleep, now give me my key!

[N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweet
We with Black Wall Street by the swapmeet with heat
Def Jam, they gonna flop him and Reggaeton ain't hot in
The building no more... It's OKAY! I GET IT POPPIN!
Back to the forest trees for deep, these little me's
Who took believers an opportunity to breathe
And you ain't gotta go overseas to see Iraq, shit
You can come to LeFrak Queens and get jacked quick

[Jadakiss & Styles P]
(One blood) we used to the spillin
(Came from the hood) so we used to the killin
Used to the black males (makin cracksales in the buildin)
(How else you get the benz) with the suede on the ceiling?
(Blood in) blood out (Me and homie) back to back
(Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out)
I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga)
Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga)
D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray)
The hawk'll find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay)
We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream team)
Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen)
Yeah, no security, (I'll put you on the respirator)
I'm the bomb, (I'm the mothafuckin detonator)
One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug)
Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one blood)

[Fabolous]
WHAT IT LOOK LIKE? All I say at most
Shooters waitin on the word... JUST SAY IT LOS!
I let these niggas live, yes, I saw 'em pull the plug
Havin goons pullin gloves, leave the room full of slugs
Catch me trafficin, on maroon colored dubs
Couple Africans, with balloons full of drugs
If they like me, tell 'em line up
While I sit behind team, point 'em out like a line up

[Juelz Santana]
Mic check, one two, one two, check
I'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two on two
Let's go, you're eyein us in the iron bus, BOOM!
Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch
So what you boys gon do to me? I'm born street
Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach (damn!)
Mama told me not to play with fire but
She never told me I would grow to be a liar

[Rick Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Save the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross)
The boss made it, yeah, we floss flagrant
Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas (Ross)
I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy seller
Keep white in the office call it Jerry Heller
Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick
And we gon sit here, wait for the derrelics

[Twista]
Bitch Chi got Lords and Gangsters, show me where them niggas at
Chi got Two Six's and Kings, show me where them killas at
Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at
Game, where them triggers at? Aim at them fitted caps!
He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga
He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin, nigga
Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga
Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet
When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out!

[Daz]
WHATTUP CUZ?!?!

[Kurupt]
Yeah rollin with two grips
Glock holdin on the hip, rollin wit two clips
Got two tiny locos ready to take trips
Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips
But they know what's crackin cuz, cause as we huddle
They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle
West coast gang bang, riders erasin em
Got funny niggas raisin up and riders replacin em, cuz!

[Daz Dillinger]
Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew
RIP for niggas who don't stay true
Deep down in the crevices, see the jets veteran
Dwellin in the land of the gang bang with fleshin
I'm legendary, yes, yes, a westcoaster
Throwin up two C's, wit two guns in my holster
I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my nigga Game, if you niggas want problems
From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet
????? to Compton, Slauson Swap Meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE!

[WC]
Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne?
Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes!
From the westside, strivin to dead em
Where them killers throw that third letter up
Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams
Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin blueberry green
Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T
Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub
What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood?

[E-40]
The Bay Area, fuckers, we pop em
Open you up if you got a problem
Up top, born in Cali-forn-ia
Clean your clock, open your can of tuna
Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven
Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57
This ain't nothin to do with nobody
But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies

[Bun B]
I'm comin straight outta PAT, like Compton in all black
But when we say what it do, they never say holla back
Bun B, the uh, OG like '95 Air Max
Neon green outta fight club off a fair facts
Ask the hundreds, it's doable, I done done it
At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit
Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ
Wipe the streets with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!

[Chamillionaire]
I'm the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason
Chamillionaire a millionaire, y'all competin to be competin!
My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatin
So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatin
My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv
Like +Eric+ they think its +Eazy+, but it isnt easy believe me
Need to make a room in B.E. television if you wanna be me
Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G!

[Slim Thug]
Its one blood if you blood or cuz
From that number one thug, its still one love
I rep my blue boy team but I do it for green
I do it for my folks, vice lords and kings
All us trappers, future rappers, standin out on the blocks
Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knot
Put ya sets in the air, scream fuck the cops!
We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not!

[Young Dro]
My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical
Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin obstacles
Trappin, I made it logical, my topic is impossible
I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable
Shark meat to Papadough's, cars be tropical
All guns choppable, all blocks are mobbable
I am unstoppable, my calico is toxable
Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not ???

[The Clipse]
Red rum, red rum (such power in the tongue)
Never in the wildest, (was he talkin to them)
Style on niggas, (but feel it to the numb)
Japanese thread, (brought flavor to these bums)
Consider me the savior, (look what the lord gave ya)
My celebrated presence (like the return of Rayful)
Frolic in the snow, so playful
(And reviving the track) like we flowing through jumper cables
(What duo) you know (get XXL kudos) while copping off Coolio
(Classic shit) we mastered this, (left for dead) I'm back, (I'm Lazareth)

[Ja Rule]
Shit, one trip, one blood, LA, New York
The Game, the Rule, one love, guns up
Hands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit much
The style, wanna keep up? I advise you to speed up
With money movin like coke, these days gotta re-up
G up, cop some heaters and dare a nigga to act up
You see us, in dual seaters and throw it up!
Its all hood, niggas rep your sets if your cuz or (blood)
...Niggas, we all bleed! These niggas can't breathe
Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part
Niggas that got bullets with names on them!
Want em, come get 'em niggas, y'all know where to get at me
Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me
You bastards, I'm laughin, bullets stickin in family
Who sadly gets torn between one crip and one (blood)
Y'all niggas know me, haha... yeah!

Abnder-Reed

Listen to me, baby, what I said is right
I'll leave home in the mornin', baby
But I can't stay out all night.

'Cause you got me dizzy
Yeah, you got me dizzy
Yeah, you got me dizzy
And I can't even see my way.

Let me tell you, baby
What I say is true
I ain't never, never loved nobody
In the way that I love you.

'Cause, you got me dizzy
Yeah, you got me dizzy
Yeah, you got me dizzy
And I can't even see my way.

Wait a minute, baby
Don't you bip or bop
You done made me love you, baby
And I swear I just can't stop.

'Cause you got me dizzy
You got me dizzy
Yeah, you got me dizzy
And I can't even see my way
Yeah, you got me dizzy
And I can't even see my way
Yeah, you got me dizzy
And I can't even see my way.

Hill

Oh, oh, oh yeah

All round the whole scope of the building!
I'm gonna tell you (what is it?)
About ooh poo pah doo
They call me the most
Ooh poo pah doo (ooh poo pah doo)
They call me the most (call me the most)
& I won't stop tryin' till I create disturbance in your mind
Wo I'm gonna
Create disturbance in your mind

Baby, don't you know it's in your mind
Create disturbance in your mind
Baby don't you know it's in your mind
Wo oh oh oh oh wo oh oh oh
Yeah-eh-eh-eh (yeah-eh-eh-eh) (x4)
Wo oh oh oh oh wo oh oh oh

I'm gonna ring a few bells in your ear
Don't you know I'm gonna ring 'em ring 'em in your ear
I'm gonna ring a few bells in your ear
Don't you know I'm gonna ring 'em ring 'em in your ear
Whoo ..

Ooh poo pah doo

I'm gonna ring a few bells in your ear s
Ring a few bells in your ears
Ring a few bells in your ears
Ring a few bells in your ears
Whoo ..

[Jim Jones Intro]
Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelving you homie
You bitch niggas keep triple nining, have some integrity, bitch

[Jim Jones]
BALLLLLIN'
Peace Blood, peace almighty
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly
And get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't copping out
And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
And we balling, for all the toys is what we hopping out
My feary side, where we ride
And we all fly high in the Lear G5's
So, twist ya fingers up and bang, motherfucker, bang!
Get ya money up, this cane is what we fucking slang!
And 9 trey is what I fucking claim!
It's Dipset Capo, the Don of the Byrdgang!

[Snoop Dogg]
They call the D-O-Dub... wasn't really tripping cause
21, 20 Crips and all of us is crippin, cuz
We from a different street, all got that different heat
But when we move the Macs for Game, we on the same beat
So if you fuck with blood, then you fuck with us
And we ain't busting duds, cuz, we busting slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my nigga... w-w-w-w-WESTSIDE!

[Nas]
Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my nigga
I made rap, one blood, that say I'm signing wit Jigga
I got rappers getting mad at me
I got these new jack rappers trying to clap at me
I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio
Talking bout how they gon' spray, and take me away
But I'm the true living legend, I'm not to be questioned
Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression

[T.I.]
You knowing my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
So I keep the smitty's wit me, shit, how many wit me?
What, you scared? I'm prepared, in the mall and all
Wit two two's, you can call me Quick Draw McGraw
Bitch, I'ma cut that fool, better call the law
I start spraying, make fuck nigga fall and crawl
I press play like Puff, no pause at all
Chopping holes in all the walls, that's all they saw

[The Game]
Hip-hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shots
I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots
The king's coming, no, I'm not Jay-Z
Too many niggas hate me, but they scared to face me
This ain't a movie dog, no, not Waist Deep
I'm not an actor, but I'll show your bitch big meat
She giving one blood, one love, on dubs
140 thousand the first week... UHHH!

[Fat Joe]
All these niggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them niggas lying still up in stiff cases
Within styrofoam and embalming fluid
I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it
Somebody go and get this nigga a pine box
And I ain't just talking about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your bitch too!

[Lil' Wayne]
504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier
Banging underwater, fuck around and soak ya
Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my holster
And if you getting greasy, I'm an ulcer
I'm bicking back, being bool on the Eastside
Of New Orleans where the Bloods at the B-Hive
Ain't nothing sweet unless it's Presidential
Cause that is where I sleep, now give me my key!

[N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweet
We with Black Wall Street by the swapmeet with heat
Def Jam, they gonna flop him and Reggaeton ain't hot in
The building no more... It's OKAY! I GET IT POPPIN!
Back to the forest trees for deep, these little me's
Who took believers an opportunity to breathe
And you ain't gotta go overseas to see Iraq, shit
You can come to LeFrak Queens and get jacked quick

[Jadakiss & Styles P]
(One blood) we used to the spillin
(Came from the hood) so we used to the killin
Used to the black males (makin cracksales in the buildin)
(How else you get the benz) with the suede on the ceiling?
(Blood in) blood out (Me and homie) back to back
(Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out)
I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga)
Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga)
D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray)
The hawk'll find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay)
We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream team)
Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen)
Yeah, no security, (I'll put you on the respirator)
I'm the bomb, (I'm the mothafuckin detonator)
One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug)
Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one blood)

[Fabolous]
WHAT IT LOOK LIKE? All I say at most
Shooters waitin on the word... JUST SAY IT LOS!
I let these niggas live, yes, I saw 'em pull the plug
Havin goons pullin gloves, leave the room full of slugs
Catch me trafficin, on maroon colored dubs
Couple Africans, with balloons full of drugs
If they like me, tell 'em line up
While I sit behind team, point 'em out like a line up

[Juelz Santana]
Mic check, one two, one two, check
I'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two on two
Let's go, you're eyein us in the iron bus, BOOM!
Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch
So what you boys gon do to me? I'm born street
Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach (damn!)
Mama told me not to play with fire but
She never told me I would grow to be a liar

[Rick Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Save the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross)
The boss made it, yeah, we floss flagrant
Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas (Ross)
I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy seller
Keep white in the office call it Jerry Heller
Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick
And we gon sit here, wait for the derrelics

[Twista]
Bitch Chi got Lords and Gangsters, show me where them niggas at
Chi got Two Six's and Kings, show me where them killas at
Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at
Game, where them triggers at? Aim at them fitted caps!
He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga
He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin, nigga
Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga
Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet
When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out!

[Daz]
WHATTUP CUZ?!?!

[Kurupt]
Yeah rollin with two grips
Glock holdin on the hip, rollin wit two clips
Got two tiny locos ready to take trips
Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips
But they know what's crackin cuz, cause as we huddle
They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle
West coast gang bang, riders erasin em
Got funny niggas raisin up and riders replacin em, cuz!

[Daz Dillinger]
Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew
RIP for niggas who don't stay true
Deep down in the crevices, see the jets veteran
Dwellin in the land of the gang bang with fleshin
I'm legendary, yes, yes, a westcoaster
Throwin up two C's, wit two guns in my holster
I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my nigga Game, if you niggas want problems
From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet
????? to Compton, Slauson Swap Meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE!

[WC]
Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne?
Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes!
From the westside, strivin to dead em
Where them killers throw that third letter up
Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams
Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin blueberry green
Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T
Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub
What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood?

[E-40]
The Bay Area, fuckers, we pop em
Open you up if you got a problem
Up top, born in Cali-forn-ia
Clean your clock, open your can of tuna
Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven
Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57
This ain't nothin to do with nobody
But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies

[Bun B]
I'm comin straight outta PAT, like Compton in all black
But when we say what it do, they never say holla back
Bun B, the uh, OG like '95 Air Max
Neon green outta fight club off a fair facts
Ask the hundreds, it's doable, I done done it
At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit
Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ
Wipe the streets with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!

[Chamillionaire]
I'm the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason
Chamillionaire a millionaire, y'all competin to be competin!
My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatin
So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatin
My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv
Like +Eric+ they think its +Eazy+, but it isnt easy believe me
Need to make a room in B.E. television if you wanna be me
Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G!

[Slim Thug]
Its one blood if you blood or cuz
From that number one thug, its still one love
I rep my blue boy team but I do it for green
I do it for my folks, vice lords and kings
All us trappers, future rappers, standin out on the blocks
Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knot
Put ya sets in the air, scream fuck the cops!
We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not!

[Young Dro]
My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical
Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin obstacles
Trappin, I made it logical, my topic is impossible
I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable
Shark meat to Papadough's, cars be tropical
All guns choppable, all blocks are mobbable
I am unstoppable, my calico is toxable
Lyrically diabolical, cushion is not ???

[The Clipse]
Red rum, red rum (such power in the tongue)
Never in the wildest, (was he talkin to them)
Style on niggas, (but feel it to the numb)
Japanese thread, (brought flavor to these bums)
Consider me the savior, (look what the lord gave ya)
My celebrated presence (like the return of Rayful)
Frolic in the snow, so playful
(And reviving the track) like we flowing through jumper cables
(What duo) you know (get XXL kudos) while copping off Coolio
(Classic shit) we mastered this, (left for dead) I'm back, (I'm Lazareth)

[Ja Rule]
Shit, one trip, one blood, LA, New York
The Game, the Rule, one love, guns up
Hands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit much
The style, wanna keep up? I advise you to speed up
With money movin like coke, these days gotta re-up
G up, cop some heaters and dare a nigga to act up
You see us, in dual seaters and throw it up!
Its all hood, niggas rep your sets if your cuz or (blood)
...Niggas, we all bleed! These niggas can't breathe
Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part
Niggas that got bullets with names on them!
Want em, come get 'em niggas, y'all know where to get at me
Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me
You bastards, I'm laughin, bullets stickin in family
Who sadly gets torn between one crip and one (blood)
Y'all niggas know me, haha... yeah!

Robey-Veasey

Further on up the road
Someone's gonna hurt you like you hurt me
Further on up the road
Someone's gonna hurt you like you hurt me
Further on up the road
Baby, you just wait and see.

You gotta reap just what you sow
That old saying is true
You gotta reap just what you sow, babe
That old saying is true
Just like you mistreated someone
Someone's gonna mistreat you.

Now you're laughing, pretty baby
Someday you're gonna be crying
Now you're laughing, pretty baby
Someday you're gonna be crying
Further on up the road
You'll find out I wasn't lying.

Baby, baby.

Further on up the road
............................ all alone and blue
Further on up the road
............................ all alone and blue
Further on up the road,
............. somebody new.

James-Sehorn

Look on yonder wall, hand me down my walkin' cane
Look on yonder wall, hand me down my walkin' cane
I got me another woman, yonder come your man.

(I love you baby) but you just can't treat me right,
You spend all my money and walk the streets all night
Look on yonder wall, hand me down my walkin' cane
I got me another woman, yonder come your man.

You hurried up and went to the wall and you know it was tough
I don't know how many men you's killed,
But, I know you done killed enough for two.

Look on yonder wall and hand me down my walkin' cane
Look on yonder wall and hand me down my walkin' cane
I got me another woman and, uhh, baby, yonder come your man.

(I love you baby) but you just can't treat me right,
You spend all my money and walk the streets all night
Look on yonder wall, hand me down my walkin' cane
I got me another woman, yonder come your man.

(I love you baby) but you just won't treat me right,
You spend all my money and walk the streets all night
Look on yonder wall, hand me down my walkin' cane
I got me another woman, yonder come your man.

Sykes

My baby don't have to work
She don't have to rob and steal
My baby don't have to work
She don't have to rob and steal
I'll give her everything she needs
I'm a drivin' wheel.

I'm a drivin' wheel

Well she left me early this morning
She said she would be back soon
She left me early this morning
She said she would be back soon
She said she'd be back early by the morning
On late Saturday afternoon.

I wrote my baby a letter, I don't want nobody to break the seal
I wrote my baby a letter, I don't want nobody to break the seal
I want this letter to go straight to my baby, I'm a drivin' wheel.