Youngbloodz Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics )

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 22:19

Billy Dee Interlude

(Big Boi)
Uh huh, yeah, y'knahmtalkinbout?
A Town connection right heah
You got Youngbloodz, uhh
featurin Daddy Fatsack, y'knahmtalkinbout?
Outkast, y'knahmtalkinbout?
Yeah, like dis check it out

(sung)

I know you're waitin for daddy, it won't be long shawty
Be patient cause I'm comin to you
Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it easy
I don't want nothin to keep me from you

(J-Bo)
Now the wind blows as I'm on 85, and chiefin good
with a six pack a that Colt 45 just like I should
And if I could, I will, I might, get blowed tonight
If thangs go right, I'm gon' cut this hoe tonight
So I'ma get a call, from this broad
Run the game like she ain't ready
But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs steady
like Betty Crocker, the face doctor
just as she swallows with passion
So now she braggin, laggin behind
What questions she now be askin, so time is passin
Now I'm mashin on, I'm gone, livin in the world of hoes
So I suppose, it's goin down deep in yo' city
Cause in these parts, ain't nuthin bad hard times
Now shawty, please, really

(Big Boi)
Sheeeit
I'm lookin for anythang, gonna cut'em up
like everythang, in my stable
Sir Lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and able
But these hoes will get on your nerves
**** all that kickin 'em to the curb
You lackin that tolerance;
You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' parlor anstab out to the cajun crab house
or the Jamaican cat house
or the college, frat house
for the gul you just, mad house that rat house
And get you some scrub, she ain't ya girl
Skeet-skeet one off and dip boi
I'm slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl
Don't, don't be givin no gifts boi
On the first date or the worst date
I'm goin all the way on the first play
Like Hail Mary's to field goals
I think I was put here to drill hoes
For real doe; and while you blowin up my,
bar I'm off in your purse
to get my gas money then I'm back on the 'spressway
And I'm out this verse, ge yeah

(Sean Paul)
Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me
Met her jes last week, told me that her name was Stacy
Bad lil' bitch, add her straight to my collection
Jump in my 'llac, in my pocket got protection
For thangs to go down, see I ain't playin around
Got a half a tank of gas, I'm 85 Southbound
It's a long ass way, I'm from the 20 side of thangs
She said it's dead serious, hot like some lighter flames
Oh you know how it go, I'm the nigga, she the hoe
She told me some mo', I shut my Cadillac doMy hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground
Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow down
Now I'm scrapin the flo', shawty ain't got on no drawers
Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get me this broad
I don't know what it is, but shawty fine as hell
Slum type that I like, straight from A-T-L
Shawty yeah...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 22:22

6 To 14 In 12

6 to 14 in 12, y'all mother****ers slow as hell
It ain't no mo' going to jail
Cuz' my folk ain't got no mo' bail
Cuz' first it's me, and then it's you
I say first it's me, and then it's you

(J Bo)
Now over the years as a Youngblood, I done walked out and fought
There's a cost to being brought up, and still I ain't gave a ****
Not easier said than done, it don't matter how many come
They got you on the lock, striking men into your bums
Sometimes I had no fun, now the law done got me trapped
With my back against the wall, some waiting on me to turn it back
Now that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to slip
So watch that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you
Takin' you for granted, so nigga you'd besta handle it
Before they catch you slanted, don't panic, you on your own
Now brace yourself, they everywhere off in your town, taking what is left

(Sean Paul)
I woke up quick, thought it was about noon
These drawls had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See when it too much good, somethin' got to go bad
Just yesterday got my insurance and tag
Feelin' good never bad, on the way to see flatTryin' to take it to the crib tell my folks bout the zag
Now see I'm in the Lac' so I ain't drivin' too fast
Just my luck, I creeps up on they ass
The police study beats, settin' up this road block
Found out the hard way it's only 10 o'clock
And ain't no room to shake the spot, plus everything tight
Gave em' all my shit, pulled over to the right
And what was said in my head "Now I'm all ****ed up"
Like my square, sir tell me what is all this for
I ain't did a damn thang, but I'm back in this wagon
Handcuffin' this clown ass nigga still bragginAin't a damn thang funny, what the hell this be boutTell me where the **** I'm going, how the hell I get out
See at times like this, you gotta depend on your folk
See we got that lil' bit, but rather spend it on dope
Now I'm out this bitch, see your ass in court
6 to 14 in 12, your too slow

Hey what's up man, hey let me get one of them squares from you folk
I hope these niggas at the house man
Damn man ,these folk got me down here
Bout' some mother****in' driver's license man
What kinda shit is that man?
Made my hoe walk to the house
Man I hope these niggas at the crib man
I gotta get the hell up outta here now
That's on the blow
Man these niggas ain't at the attic man
Man, **** this shit, man
I gotta call my momma, man **** this

Bologna slab was thick, ain't no grits in my bowl
Tryin' to take it to the crib, and sit on my commode
They took my license, so now my shit is gone
But me and this Cadillac, we got a mind of our own
Wood grain, hill daddy tight
Ready to stomp the gas when I see a flashin' blue light
The reason that we ride like this, ain't got the funds to get the right
Police be takin' out your ass, cash low
Ain't got no place to stash my dope, at the time
Either yours or mine, stay down on da' grind
Servin' niggas with the dope from a blunt to a line
Throw my shit in the bushes make it hard to find
It's 6 to 14 and I ain't ****in' around

(J Bo)
I can't help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can't **** witNow what the hell, just done happened, as I'm lost in this shit
Off in these cuts, doing what I gotta do, just as I reap bail
And break bail, up out these jail cells, see what I do well
And dat' is your last remark
So don't you start comin' around up here up after dark
Thinkin' you hard, with no regard, cause see I'm a' hit you where it hurts
Quenches the thirst, you in the curse
Makin it bad from worse off in the hearst, from what you done did
I kid you not, Youngbloodz and Attic Crew and takin' shit just as you rottin Nigga...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 22:25

Booty Club Playa

You'se just a booty club playa (a break yourself pimp)
A hit the club, spend the dub (ol' sucka ass self)

(Sean Paul)
When I hit the GC, my money buckled ?
These hoes shakin' they ass, but they ain't shakin' it for free
Lookin' dead at me, finna' get me for what I got
Tattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hot
Now I'm almost out the door, one hour left before they close
Shawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed her clothes
Smellin' good, lil' shawty ?
"Can you lend a couple hundred to your little cuz?"
And he did, so it's on, dj play my favorite song
Shake em' off, she shook em' off, I broke her off
Put the money in her thong
All night long these nigga lookin' at me like I'm wrong
Don't where your playa' partner, do dis' thang til' the money gone

(J Bo)
It's Friday night, so what the hell is their to do?
I guess I'll hit club Niggas and go and get a drank or two
And who do I see at the end of the bar?
It's that booty club playa, the same one without no car
Spendin' his mad little ends on some ass and his friends
And now the night begins as I hit the gentlemens
And then after then, I'm a' go and head over to Magic City
Where I can get slizzard some mo', and see alot mo' titties
And bitties actin' shitty for somethin' they ain't got
So look here shawty, it ain't no need you gettin' hot
For as I take another shot, up on them rocks
Now let me see dat' thang, as I proceed to blow the spot

(Sean Paul)
My fare lookin' shawt, done spent all my change
Ain't even got .35 to call a cab man
Nigga I'm big pistol, drank another drank of winOn the dance wit' chaShawty really, want me to come home wit' her
Chargin' five hundred, but I ain't got it to give her
Put my paper down, cut her up like a swisher
Damn, I'm that club bandit, nigga they call me mister
That nigga in the club payin' bills to your sister

(J Bo)
Now once again, I go crunk off in the back
Wit' my nigga Mark Twayne and Sean Paul off in the LacAnd now it's on the crack, and we actin', and cuttin' the fool
For every benjamin that we spend ain't nothin' cool
So I'm a' let you know, just in case you didn't know
That them Attic Crew boys steppin' in just for the low
And if you ain't wit' it, then deal wit' it, I gotsta go
Cause we ain't bout' no games, and you can take that to the store...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 22:31

Cadillac Pimpin

(Cutty)
I'm chillin, wood spinnin
No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin
I'm cruisin, hoes choosin
That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin
Spoke spinnin, gold grillin
Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin
Keep ridin, car slidin
That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin

(J Bo)
Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high
In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply
With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur
Dodging these **** niggaz who figure we outta splurge
And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice
For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise
Plus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippin
On really how it goes when these ties begin to grippin
And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin
I'm quakin, ridin on out am I gon make it?
And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone
So see, we been doing this from way back long
'92, aqua blue, on them thangs we roll
With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole
So let's ride til we can't ride no damn more
We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho

(Sean Paul)
Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to go
This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truth
So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup
All platinum bill with the fifth wheel too
And give truth to these suckas something overdue
Ride a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to do
Old school, slant back with a jigga too
Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo
Old school, gold chain, still grippin the grain
Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the game
Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the back
And got so many hoes had to change up my 'Lac
All day I don't know how to act
Got this game down pat, sure be running the track
Get some money from these hoes and see how they react
Show 'em how a real nigga come down like that

(Sean Paul)
I got a 'Lac with a rag, Loui Vuitton top
Diamond cut interior, 15's the knot
I'ma be a last nigga from the ATL
Y'all hell, feel eyes and the playa can sell
When you see me in the street, holla at me playa
My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell
Through the strip'll never die, only time'll tell
To be in, it's Cadillac steerin wheel

(J Bo)
Say what, gather round for this two door show
We let the spillin go, rillin in the Eldorado
We rollin through the spot to see which hoes gon follow
Cuz we get cool and down passin rounds of bottle
With a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle
For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe
So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow
Cuz this shit'll never end through the eyes of my foes...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 22:36

Damn

(Intro)
OK, OK, OK
This Sean Paul, Lil John, J Bo, Youngbloodz
You already know how we do it homeboy
It's A Town (105 Road for dem hoes)
It's A Town (east side for dem hoes),
Attic Crew you already know
Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like dis here boy

(Sean Paul)
They callin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a.k.a Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They come from the hole they livin' in the month of February
OK then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T-I-C
It ain't a hoe out there fo real who don't know 'bout me
Bitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billy
It's Youngbloodz A Town malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe tag a mother****er, leave 'em under a cover
Lil John he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah

(Lil' Jon)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a ****
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a ****
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a ****
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a ****

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

(J Bo)
I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone cuz that's my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be
Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin to rumble
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder
Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430 slash Alcohol
And dawg I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown
I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do

(Sean Paul)
Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt
Oh you fo sho with it, then pull yo pistol
Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy shit
Mean muggin' like a mother****er my hand on my dick

(J Bo)
Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with Shake Em Off so look potna oh guess who
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U Way so look here don't be surprised
We buckin' blowin' chillin' and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
To take you thru the South to show you how we throw dem bows...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 22:40

Down Heya (In The South)

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride through the hood
In the Delta 88', with that Georgia license plate
These niggas don't know
They don't even wanna show no love to a a nigga like me
So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine
Trying to get mine in daily
Holla' at me like you know your fo', chiefing on that green green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what I mean? Some shit have a nigga stressed out
Make him small fast
Bout' 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one time while these hoes
Choose on the Attic Crew, my girl already been chose
These stankin' bitches get your boy caught up in that **** shit
I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the game I spit
I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes
Get wit' my slick partna' then hit the studio

Now see I jumps up, without a doubt
Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out
Through the whirl wind I spin, intruders, we break em' in.
Atlanta Georgia, we comin' for ya' with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in
Its the Attic Crew, no flaw within
We them Youngbloodz wit' plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins
We after you, so what you do is count to three, then click your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low, straight toe to toe
Cause J Bo is who I be, won't **** with you, don't **** with me
So can't you see through the enemies
You'd besta be all you can ****ing be
Stay sucker free, but first get some nuts
Before you **** around and bite the dust
Now nigga what, so what you got now if you ride out on them?cruts'?

A day late and a dolla' short
On the cat walk, winding, tryin' to get meat
22 tryin' to see 23, shawty ?three U double T's?
What it ain't gonna be, what it is
Over years I been scratching and scraping
Still ain't came up with nay thin', let everybody get they time to shine
Still waitin' on mine,
In the meantime tryin' to find a loophole
God knows where the next one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind don't stop
Like time don't stop, like a nigga who drop
casket, cover it up and ride out, ain't got nothin' to be smiling boutOnly bit ?fake chasers? I'm tryin' to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packinSlackin' gonna get me hemmed up, posted up in the store
With the blow, don't show no flow
As long as though, see hit the gas flow
Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the heart
****in' around, gonna get you ****ed up
4:30, the hill, law gone?

Always underestimated, great don't gives a ****, don't make mistakes
Shake em' off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too late
Hold up, wait, my homeboys straight, don't make me go upside your head
Drag your ass across the club, heard what I ****in' said?
We ain't scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets
Capric e and Fleetwood ride good Vouges with the beat
You might no understand a damn thang that I speak
I'm slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep
And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that gentlemens club, and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it ain't
What the **** you gonna do, when they hit you, stick you for your bank
From the freeze tag to the Fleetwoods, from the two door to the four door
Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the Vougues
With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the bitch
I got the Fleetwood, girls most likely to complain
See somethangs can't be explained, how we really do this man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in that blue flame
Whats really going on holmes, can you really tell me man...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 22:43

Drankin Patnaz

And not once but twice am I back on line
Remarkably delivering these words of mine
And when I come forth I come with such a force
You believe that it's been nice since the last time you felt the need
And that's to get loose and let you soul be free
Cause when we step out in this vision you gon' surely see
And aint no way in hell we gon' let that ride
While you huggin' on the wall bein' cool denied
Now it done jumped off in the blind of an eye
And everybody's off the hook feelin' good and high
Cause it's the last call for alcohol so just jook and drink
and have a ball cause' we gon' party long until the wee hours
And will it ever end I truly don't doubt it
Youngbloodz is the truth you seen now go shout it
And come back tomorrow and watch the world crowd it

My drankin patna, my ace, my dawg, know who I'm gon' call
My drankin patna, my ace boon coon, when it's time to cut the fool
My drankin' patna, my buddy, by cuzz, loud when he get 'em a buzz
My drankin' patna, my nigga, my folk, gotta drink and he got to smoke, my drankin patna

You know I'm a come in a blunt of 'dro and a corner of hen'
My drankin patna get to it 'fore the day begin
Spillin' hen' all up in the Benz
I'm try'na get to my patna so he can sip some wit' me
We get drunk, bein' tipsy for sissies
Just might get locked up
Cause I can't stop the swervin' have these rims keep hittin' the curves
And just me and my roll dawg always go half
when he got it man he won't crash
my mo'****in' patna
hit the trap, cut it, roll it, and smoke it and still got some to put in the glass
my nigga just ought a
fill up my cup see I'm a drunk and man I can't get enough
and when I'm wit' my patna,
aint worried bout who drunk the liquor 'cause I know it won't nothin' but us

See that's my dawg, that's my folk, that's my buddy
The nigga that I call to smoke
Drankin' good, him and I, on the go
Cup for cup, blow for blow, high or low,
In da wind, crashin' in, settin' it off, pass the henOut the in, crunk as eva, and still at it again
Chic'd up, on the flo' its just me and my drankin patna
I'm only hittin' the club wit' a drank of low, getting' drunk off a dub
**** around get knocked up when your folk wanna slow up
You **** around and get popped in yo' ****in' wit' my patna
We don't play those games and kind of slizzard, but we neva been lame
I'm at the bar with my patna spendin' all my change
try'na get it all once again with my...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 22:46

Get It How We Get It

I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dime
Know what I'm saying?
Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga
Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean?
See

I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body floating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows
If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't wait no moMan, **** this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, still can't seem to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to show
For when thangs movin' slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin' the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat
Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go go
Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho

Cause we some full time grinders, hard time hustlas
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
From tracks to traps, slabs to raps
Spread a little round', make it all come back

Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
So get your face up out the floor
And know that it's real
Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your path
To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to blast
And in a flash, you back at home
Under your sheets weepin' in your sleep
Like when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and tell me what you see
It's dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets
So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old **** shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick

I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up
Ain't no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a ****
I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh it's a business now
Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil' bit
Oh now you feelin' this, I knew you would though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood broI went from trapped thang off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it's all the same
And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the deal, they say it's all real
They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill
A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the bill
I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 22:51

Hot Heat

Yeah

Early morning to late night,hey
Gonna give it to ya', just like you like,hey
Lettin' the world know just what it be, hey
Look, shawty an' dem' lay you down with hot heat!
Forever grind on this here concrete,hey
You can quote every word that I speak,hey
Stay sharp, heavy starch in my crease,hey
And spit this slang like an automatic piece! hey

I hear em' hollerin', tell me what do he wanna do
We finna' act a fool, Youngblood, dat Attic Crew
We keep it moving on these suckers in and out of town
Caught em' slipping on that corner, lil' shawty draw down
SWATS, mean mugs and thugs
The art of money making, murder murder, and drugs
Hear what I say, don't play no games, its automatic hit yaThey say these ladies shady baby, keep your pistol wit' cha
Jump out four doors, let me get that there
Partna, leave it where you standing, sucka get somewhere
Lil' shawty shake some, lil' shawty take some
Shoot a g, bet a g, I say I break some
Gotta get em', split em', let this hot heat penetrate em
My lil' buddies drop em' on the spot, no hesitation
Better know bout' that, we leave em' stuck like four flat
Gear it up, you seen this here before black

You on your last and only way of ever living
And its forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskin
Gettin' fold, now whether you know, see you S.O.S
Put an S on your chest, see it ain't nothin' less, unless you confess
And go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed
Where you been, and who you saw, nigga naw
We won't fall for no broad, and all because see we gonna pause
In the night, see they gonna crawl, so listen when we hit yaComin' dead off to you ****ing raw, like underdogs
See we gonna win, never was you just a friend, from way back when
Count to ten, now this shit is bout' to end
So suck it in, and get a grip, make your move and make it quick
Before you snooze, you gonna lose, dwellin' on that other shit

Now let me tell you how it go man, shackled like the chain gang
Stuck off in this range, trapping, trying to snap my chain man
Here, its an ugly thang, I'm back on these streets again
Own the strength (strem ph), I'm known to limp
Everything is against da grain
Can't you tell, A-T-L, sack it up, make it sale
Fat sacs keep em' coming back, now they shop with Pelle Pelle
Big time playa, never scared, hill top nigga, never fell
Terroristic threats, shawty tell em' that this here?death or trill?
Ain't no time, **** around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimes
Chill the Mo',?, billy dee dranking, everyday living fine
Constantly stay on the grind, niggas they don't **** with mine
Hit em' hard, one hit caught, the other two times can't **** with mine...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 22:55

Imma Shine

Im gonna get it and we gonna get it
and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it
and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it
and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it
and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it

Imma shine, Im gonna make it
Aint nothing to it to it
I'll take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
I'll flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
Imma climb
I aint waitin
Theres no need with the money im makin
For streetin for chasin we get it in
The crunk hatin

Enough dont believe you dont succeed
And if you dont apply you wont achieve
You keep ya head up high
Feet down low follow your heart
Till you get to the door
Bells and wheels and wheels away
Never trust a soul im here to say
Stop dependin on and be yourself
And grab a hold and dont look left
So take a swing and heres your chance
You got nothing to lose so make a stance
The clock is tickin and time aint waitin with ya
All alone see thats what your facin

Imma shine, Im gonna make it
Aint nothing to it to it
Ill take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
Ill flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
Imma climb
I aint waitin
Theres no need with the money im makin
For streetin for chasin we get it in might
The crunk hatin

Ya I know imma make the albums pay for this
Imma with ya in the eye lookin for the ten for this
And I dont steal for this I pimp for this
Ill ryme for around one hundered round clip for this
What happen to the struggle its called
And eviction notice
Now people strong self evicken notice
Perscription cops serve keep it real
That fine but if I get wit it imma face some time
And its hard being young and rich
Trying to survive
Trying to keep a shot to shine
On the poor headed ties
Couple of meals in a vine
And a new whip for the wife
Top that shit this is my life

Imma shine, Im gonna make it
Aint nothing to it to it
Ill take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
Ill flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
Imma climb
I aint waitin
Theres no need with the money im makin
For streetin for chasin we get it in
The crunk hatin

Im gonna get it and we gonna get it
and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it
and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it
and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it
and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it

Imma shine, Im gonna make it
Aint nothing to it to it
Ill take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
Ill flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
Imma climb
I aint waitin
Theres no need with the money im makin
For streetin for chasin we get it in
The crunk hatin

Imma shine, Im gonna make it
Aint nothing to it to it
Ill take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
Ill flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
Imma climb
I aint waitin
Theres no need with the money im makin
For streetin for chasin we get it in
The crunk hatin

Im gonna get it and we gonna get it
and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it
and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it
and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it
and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it...

Youngbloodz

Konu Bilgileri
	Konu Başlığı Youngbloodz Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics )	Konudaki Cevap Sayısı 18
	Şuan Bu Konuyu Görüntüleyenler	Görüntülenme Sayısı 1292

07.11.08, 22:22	#2 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	6 To 14 In 12 6 To 14 In 12 6 to 14 in 12, y'all mother**ers slow as hell It ain't no mo' going to jail Cuz' my folk ain't got no mo' bail Cuz' first it's me, and then it's you I say first it's me, and then it's you (J Bo) Now over the years as a Youngblood, I done walked out and fought There's a cost to being brought up, and still I ain't gave a Not easier said than done, it don't matter how many come They got you on the lock, striking men into your bums Sometimes I had no fun, now the law done got me trapped With my back against the wall, some waiting on me to turn it back Now that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to slip So watch that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you Takin' you for granted, so nigga you'd besta handle it Before they catch you slanted, don't panic, you on your own Now brace yourself, they everywhere off in your town, taking what is left (Sean Paul) I woke up quick, thought it was about noon These drawls had me gone, Victorias and perfume See when it too much good, somethin' got to go bad Just yesterday got my insurance and tag Feelin' good never bad, on the way to see flatTryin' to take it to the crib tell my folks bout the zag Now see I'm in the Lac' so I ain't drivin' too fast Just my luck, I creeps up on they ass The police study beats, settin' up this road block Found out the hard way it's only 10 o'clock And ain't no room to shake the spot, plus everything tight Gave em' all my shit, pulled over to the right And what was said in my head "Now I'm all ed up" Like my square, sir tell me what is all this for I ain't did a damn thang, but I'm back in this wagon Handcuffin' this clown ass nigga still bragginAin't a damn thang funny, what the hell this be boutTell me where the I'm going, how the hell I get out See at times like this, you gotta depend on your folk See we got that lil' bit, but rather spend it on dope Now I'm out this bitch, see your ass in court 6 to 14 in 12, your too slow Hey what's up man, hey let me get one of them squares from you folk I hope these niggas at the house man Damn man ,these folk got me down here Bout' some motherin' driver's license man What kinda shit is that man? Made my hoe walk to the house Man I hope these niggas at the crib man I gotta get the hell up outta here now That's on the blow Man these niggas ain't at the attic man Man, this shit, man I gotta call my momma, man this Bologna slab was thick, ain't no grits in my bowl Tryin' to take it to the crib, and sit on my commode They took my license, so now my shit is gone But me and this Cadillac, we got a mind of our own Wood grain, hill daddy tight Ready to stomp the gas when I see a flashin' blue light The reason that we ride like this, ain't got the funds to get the right Police be takin' out your ass, cash low Ain't got no place to stash my dope, at the time Either yours or mine, stay down on da' grind Servin' niggas with the dope from a blunt to a line Throw my shit in the bushes make it hard to find It's 6 to 14 and I ain't in' around (J Bo) I can't help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can't ** witNow what the hell, just done happened, as I'm lost in this shit Off in these cuts, doing what I gotta do, just as I reap bail And break bail, up out these jail cells, see what I do well And dat' is your last remark So don't you start comin' around up here up after dark Thinkin' you hard, with no regard, cause see I'm a' hit you where it hurts Quenches the thirst, you in the curse Makin it bad from worse off in the hearst, from what you done did I kid you not, Youngbloodz and Attic Crew and takin' shit just as you rottin Nigga... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 22:25	#3 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Booty Club Playa Booty Club Playa You'se just a booty club playa (a break yourself pimp) A hit the club, spend the dub (ol' sucka ass self) (Sean Paul) When I hit the GC, my money buckled ? These hoes shakin' they ass, but they ain't shakin' it for free Lookin' dead at me, finna' get me for what I got Tattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hot Now I'm almost out the door, one hour left before they close Shawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed her clothes Smellin' good, lil' shawty ? "Can you lend a couple hundred to your little cuz?" And he did, so it's on, dj play my favorite song Shake em' off, she shook em' off, I broke her off Put the money in her thong All night long these nigga lookin' at me like I'm wrong Don't where your playa' partner, do dis' thang til' the money gone (J Bo) It's Friday night, so what the hell is their to do? I guess I'll hit club Niggas and go and get a drank or two And who do I see at the end of the bar? It's that booty club playa, the same one without no car Spendin' his mad little ends on some ass and his friends And now the night begins as I hit the gentlemens And then after then, I'm a' go and head over to Magic City Where I can get slizzard some mo', and see alot mo' titties And bitties actin' shitty for somethin' they ain't got So look here shawty, it ain't no need you gettin' hot For as I take another shot, up on them rocks Now let me see dat' thang, as I proceed to blow the spot (Sean Paul) My fare lookin' shawt, done spent all my change Ain't even got .35 to call a cab man Nigga I'm big pistol, drank another drank of winOn the dance wit' chaShawty really, want me to come home wit' her Chargin' five hundred, but I ain't got it to give her Put my paper down, cut her up like a swisher Damn, I'm that club bandit, nigga they call me mister That nigga in the club payin' bills to your sister (J Bo) Now once again, I go crunk off in the back Wit' my nigga Mark Twayne and Sean Paul off in the LacAnd now it's on the crack, and we actin', and cuttin' the fool For every benjamin that we spend ain't nothin' cool So I'm a' let you know, just in case you didn't know That them Attic Crew boys steppin' in just for the low And if you ain't wit' it, then deal wit' it, I gotsta go Cause we ain't bout' no games, and you can take that to the store... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 22:31	#4 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Cadillac Pimpin Cadillac Pimpin (Cutty) I'm chillin, wood spinnin No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin I'm cruisin, hoes choosin That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin Spoke spinnin, gold grillin Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin Keep ridin, car slidin That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin (J Bo) Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur Dodging these **** niggaz who figure we outta splurge And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise Plus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippin On really how it goes when these ties begin to grippin And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin I'm quakin, ridin on out am I gon make it? And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone So see, we been doing this from way back long '92, aqua blue, on them thangs we roll With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole So let's ride til we can't ride no damn more We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho (Sean Paul) Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to go This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truth So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup All platinum bill with the fifth wheel too And give truth to these suckas something overdue Ride a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to do Old school, slant back with a jigga too Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo Old school, gold chain, still grippin the grain Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the game Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the back And got so many hoes had to change up my 'Lac All day I don't know how to act Got this game down pat, sure be running the track Get some money from these hoes and see how they react Show 'em how a real nigga come down like that (Sean Paul) I got a 'Lac with a rag, Loui Vuitton top Diamond cut interior, 15's the knot I'ma be a last nigga from the ATL Y'all hell, feel eyes and the playa can sell When you see me in the street, holla at me playa My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell Through the strip'll never die, only time'll tell To be in, it's Cadillac steerin wheel (J Bo) Say what, gather round for this two door show We let the spillin go, rillin in the Eldorado We rollin through the spot to see which hoes gon follow Cuz we get cool and down passin rounds of bottle With a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow Cuz this shit'll never end through the eyes of my foes... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 22:36	#5 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Damn Damn (Intro) OK, OK, OK This Sean Paul, Lil John, J Bo, Youngbloodz You already know how we do it homeboy It's A Town (105 Road for dem hoes) It's A Town (east side for dem hoes), Attic Crew you already know Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like dis here boy (Sean Paul) They callin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a.k.a Sharp Crease Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary They come from the hole they livin' in the month of February OK then put a sissy nigga on display then Kick in ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in I'm still Attic A-double T-I-C It ain't a hoe out there fo real who don't know 'bout me Bitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billy It's Youngbloodz A Town malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter Toe tag a mother**er, leave 'em under a cover Lil John he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah (Lil' Jon) If you don't give a damn, we don't give a If you don't give a damn, we don't give a If you don't give a damn, we don't give a If you don't give a damn, we don't give a Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (J Bo) I post up get to it, drink hand in hand They call me Mr. Herringbone cuz that's my right hand man Old school straight foolish like no other indeed With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin to rumble Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call Just dial 1-800-430 slash Alcohol And dawg I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do (Sean Paul) Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt Oh you fo sho with it, then pull yo pistol Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it Talkin' big boy shit Mean muggin' like a mother**er my hand on my dick (J Bo) Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new We started off with Shake Em Off so look potna oh guess who It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85 And hit you with that U Way so look here don't be surprised We buckin' blowin' chillin' and sippin' on something good I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load To take you thru the South to show you how we throw dem bows... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 22:40	#6 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Down Heya (In The South) Down Heya (In The South) And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets To the two door Capri, crunk out with the beat We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride through the hood In the Delta 88', with that Georgia license plate These niggas don't know They don't even wanna show no love to a a nigga like me So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine Trying to get mine in daily Holla' at me like you know your fo', chiefing on that green green Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team Know what I mean? Some shit have a nigga stressed out Make him small fast Bout' 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one time while these hoes Choose on the Attic Crew, my girl already been chose These stankin' bitches get your boy caught up in that ** shit I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the game I spit I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes Get wit' my slick partna' then hit the studio Now see I jumps up, without a doubt Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out Through the whirl wind I spin, intruders, we break em' in. Atlanta Georgia, we comin' for ya' with 50 men In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in Its the Attic Crew, no flaw within We them Youngbloodz wit' plenty kin No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins We after you, so what you do is count to three, then click your shoes Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low, straight toe to toe Cause J Bo is who I be, won't with you, don't with me So can't you see through the enemies You'd besta be all you can ing be Stay sucker free, but first get some nuts Before you around and bite the dust Now nigga what, so what you got now if you ride out on them?cruts'? A day late and a dolla' short On the cat walk, winding, tryin' to get meat 22 tryin' to see 23, shawty ?three U double T's? What it ain't gonna be, what it is Over years I been scratching and scraping Still ain't came up with nay thin', let everybody get they time to shine Still waitin' on mine, In the meantime tryin' to find a loophole God knows where the next one, for dead Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind don't stop Like time don't stop, like a nigga who drop casket, cover it up and ride out, ain't got nothin' to be smiling boutOnly bit ?fake chasers? I'm tryin' to waste Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packinSlackin' gonna get me hemmed up, posted up in the store With the blow, don't show no flow As long as though, see hit the gas flow Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the heart in' around, gonna get you ed up 4:30, the hill, law gone? Always underestimated, great don't gives a , don't make mistakes Shake em' off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too late Hold up, wait, my homeboys straight, don't make me go upside your head Drag your ass across the club, heard what I in' said? We ain't scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets Capric e and Fleetwood ride good Vouges with the beat You might no understand a damn thang that I speak I'm slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab Hit that gentlemens club, and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it ain't What the ** you gonna do, when they hit you, stick you for your bank From the freeze tag to the Fleetwoods, from the two door to the four door Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the Vougues With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the bitch I got the Fleetwood, girls most likely to complain See somethangs can't be explained, how we really do this man Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once again Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in that blue flame Whats really going on holmes, can you really tell me man... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 22:43	#7 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Drankin Patnaz Drankin Patnaz And not once but twice am I back on line Remarkably delivering these words of mine And when I come forth I come with such a force You believe that it's been nice since the last time you felt the need And that's to get loose and let you soul be free Cause when we step out in this vision you gon' surely see And aint no way in hell we gon' let that ride While you huggin' on the wall bein' cool denied Now it done jumped off in the blind of an eye And everybody's off the hook feelin' good and high Cause it's the last call for alcohol so just jook and drink and have a ball cause' we gon' party long until the wee hours And will it ever end I truly don't doubt it Youngbloodz is the truth you seen now go shout it And come back tomorrow and watch the world crowd it My drankin patna, my ace, my dawg, know who I'm gon' call My drankin patna, my ace boon coon, when it's time to cut the fool My drankin' patna, my buddy, by cuzz, loud when he get 'em a buzz My drankin' patna, my nigga, my folk, gotta drink and he got to smoke, my drankin patna You know I'm a come in a blunt of 'dro and a corner of hen' My drankin patna get to it 'fore the day begin Spillin' hen' all up in the Benz I'm try'na get to my patna so he can sip some wit' me We get drunk, bein' tipsy for sissies Just might get locked up Cause I can't stop the swervin' have these rims keep hittin' the curves And just me and my roll dawg always go half when he got it man he won't crash my mo'**in' patna hit the trap, cut it, roll it, and smoke it and still got some to put in the glass my nigga just ought a fill up my cup see I'm a drunk and man I can't get enough and when I'm wit' my patna, aint worried bout who drunk the liquor 'cause I know it won't nothin' but us See that's my dawg, that's my folk, that's my buddy The nigga that I call to smoke Drankin' good, him and I, on the go Cup for cup, blow for blow, high or low, In da wind, crashin' in, settin' it off, pass the henOut the in, crunk as eva, and still at it again Chic'd up, on the flo' its just me and my drankin patna I'm only hittin' the club wit' a drank of low, getting' drunk off a dub around get knocked up when your folk wanna slow up You around and get popped in yo' **in' wit' my patna We don't play those games and kind of slizzard, but we neva been lame I'm at the bar with my patna spendin' all my change try'na get it all once again with my... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 22:46	#8 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Get It How We Get It Get It How We Get It I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dime Know what I'm saying? Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean? See I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga Send your weak body floating in the river Ways of the day, man nobody knows If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44. Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't wait no moMan, ** this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope See money thirty times a day, still can't seem to hold Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to show For when thangs movin' slow, with only six grams of blow Life ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin' the boat The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go go Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho Cause we some full time grinders, hard time hustlas Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust From tracks to traps, slabs to raps Spread a little round', make it all come back Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass So get your face up out the floor And know that it's real Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live My life day by day, in the way I only should So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your path To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to blast And in a flash, you back at home Under your sheets weepin' in your sleep Like when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep Now take a peep, and tell me what you see It's dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old shit Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up Ain't no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a ** I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made 10% in church, oh it's a business now Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil' bit Oh now you feelin' this, I knew you would though A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood broI went from trapped thang off in this rap game Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it's all the same And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise They say they know the deal, they say it's all real They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the bill I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 22:51	#9 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Hot Heat Hot Heat Yeah Early morning to late night,hey Gonna give it to ya', just like you like,hey Lettin' the world know just what it be, hey Look, shawty an' dem' lay you down with hot heat! Forever grind on this here concrete,hey You can quote every word that I speak,hey Stay sharp, heavy starch in my crease,hey And spit this slang like an automatic piece! hey I hear em' hollerin', tell me what do he wanna do We finna' act a fool, Youngblood, dat Attic Crew We keep it moving on these suckers in and out of town Caught em' slipping on that corner, lil' shawty draw down SWATS, mean mugs and thugs The art of money making, murder murder, and drugs Hear what I say, don't play no games, its automatic hit yaThey say these ladies shady baby, keep your pistol wit' cha Jump out four doors, let me get that there Partna, leave it where you standing, sucka get somewhere Lil' shawty shake some, lil' shawty take some Shoot a g, bet a g, I say I break some Gotta get em', split em', let this hot heat penetrate em My lil' buddies drop em' on the spot, no hesitation Better know bout' that, we leave em' stuck like four flat Gear it up, you seen this here before black You on your last and only way of ever living And its forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskin Gettin' fold, now whether you know, see you S.O.S Put an S on your chest, see it ain't nothin' less, unless you confess And go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed Where you been, and who you saw, nigga naw We won't fall for no broad, and all because see we gonna pause In the night, see they gonna crawl, so listen when we hit yaComin' dead off to you **ing raw, like underdogs See we gonna win, never was you just a friend, from way back when Count to ten, now this shit is bout' to end So suck it in, and get a grip, make your move and make it quick Before you snooze, you gonna lose, dwellin' on that other shit Now let me tell you how it go man, shackled like the chain gang Stuck off in this range, trapping, trying to snap my chain man Here, its an ugly thang, I'm back on these streets again Own the strength (strem ph), I'm known to limp Everything is against da grain Can't you tell, A-T-L, sack it up, make it sale Fat sacs keep em' coming back, now they shop with Pelle Pelle Big time playa, never scared, hill top nigga, never fell Terroristic threats, shawty tell em' that this here?death or trill? Ain't no time, around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimes Chill the Mo',?, billy dee dranking, everyday living fine Constantly stay on the grind, niggas they don't with mine Hit em' hard, one hit caught, the other two times can't ** with mine... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 22:55	#10 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Imma Shine Imma Shine Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it Imma shine, Im gonna make it Aint nothing to it to it I'll take it (i take it) I feel it (i feel it) I'll flip it (ill flip it) Pull it pull it ill straight get it Imma climb I aint waitin Theres no need with the money im makin For streetin for chasin we get it in The crunk hatin Enough dont believe you dont succeed And if you dont apply you wont achieve You keep ya head up high Feet down low follow your heart Till you get to the door Bells and wheels and wheels away Never trust a soul im here to say Stop dependin on and be yourself And grab a hold and dont look left So take a swing and heres your chance You got nothing to lose so make a stance The clock is tickin and time aint waitin with ya All alone see thats what your facin Imma shine, Im gonna make it Aint nothing to it to it Ill take it (i take it) I feel it (i feel it) Ill flip it (ill flip it) Pull it pull it ill straight get it Imma climb I aint waitin Theres no need with the money im makin For streetin for chasin we get it in might The crunk hatin Ya I know imma make the albums pay for this Imma with ya in the eye lookin for the ten for this And I dont steal for this I pimp for this Ill ryme for around one hundered round clip for this What happen to the struggle its called And eviction notice Now people strong self evicken notice Perscription cops serve keep it real That fine but if I get wit it imma face some time And its hard being young and rich Trying to survive Trying to keep a shot to shine On the poor headed ties Couple of meals in a vine And a new whip for the wife Top that shit this is my life Imma shine, Im gonna make it Aint nothing to it to it Ill take it (i take it) I feel it (i feel it) Ill flip it (ill flip it) Pull it pull it ill straight get it Imma climb I aint waitin Theres no need with the money im makin For streetin for chasin we get it in The crunk hatin Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it Imma shine, Im gonna make it Aint nothing to it to it Ill take it (i take it) I feel it (i feel it) Ill flip it (ill flip it) Pull it pull it ill straight get it Imma climb I aint waitin Theres no need with the money im makin For streetin for chasin we get it in The crunk hatin Imma shine, Im gonna make it Aint nothing to it to it Ill take it (i take it) I feel it (i feel it) Ill flip it (ill flip it) Pull it pull it ill straight get it Imma climb I aint waitin Theres no need with the money im makin For streetin for chasin we get it in The crunk hatin Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it... Youngbloodz

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