Archive for the ‘W’ Category
March 21st, 2010 | 
Author: by Westside Connection
from the album Bow Down
[Mack 10 talking]
Goddamn! New York City!
Skyscrapers and everything!
[Ice Cube]
Back in the day, we used to respect y’all niggas
We used to be down with y’all niggas
All you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
y’all niggas will never get our respect again
Westside nigga (Keeping it real)
Yeah! (Keeping it real)
[All]
WESTSIIIIIDE!
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (INGLEWOOOOD!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (South Central)
Long Island in the house?!? (Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!? (Waddup)
Staten Island in the house?!? (Woop woop)
The West Coast is in the house sayin
why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
[Ice Cube]
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
Who wants to rock the microphone after me?
Think of who you are and who you be
My energy holds it down like the NFC
I’m going thorough thru your borough
wit my Raider jacket and my jheri curl, gangstas rule the world
On the west, nevertheless, W-S
We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress
[Mack 10]
You couldn’t have said it no better homeboy
With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy
These buster ass critics from the N-Y-C
Don’t they know that I be from the I-N-G
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
by murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran us
We bustin clips like bananas, sportin colored bandanas
[WC}
It's the Mister hoodsta, cap peeler
Dusty ass New York critic killer
Dumping and pumping the motherfuckin lead in their chest
because ain't none of them niggas ever gave it up for the West
So now it's on and, the gauge in my pants got me limpin
Fuck U-N-I-T-Y, I'm coast trippin
Saggin as a Pelle, smashin tape recorders
This is 187 on a New York reporter
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
[Ice Cube]
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
tryin to get an East hip-hop monopoly
But I’ve been writing gangsta shit since ‘83
when y’all was still scared to use profanity
Now everybody wanna run and go and get triggers
and blame it on these West Coast seven-figure niggas
Just because we made it real niggas got to deal
I hope blood ain’t got to spill, I kill
[Mack 10]
It’s like the battle of the sexes
You wanna treat us like bitches cos we’re platinum when we flex this
With mic in hand, fans in the stands
We make a mill-ion from California to Japan, bitch
Went overseas, seen D’s how we done it
88’s to 100’s to let me know who really run it
This West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin, or we jackin
Packin nina’s and sellin out arenas, niggas
[WC]
You make me wanna holler, throw up both my Dubs
And roll these niggas up, I got to beat em
when I see me, T-Roller cut off his scrotum
Leave em bleedin in particles for them biases articles
I’m mashin and blastin so get the casket
I bet you after this I get a fuckin hip-hop classic
I’m banning you niggas from the scene
Kickin over newstands, pouring gasoline on your magazines
[Ice Cube]
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
We the best my niggas don’t stress
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
and your articles tryin to rate my LP
Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps
Sayin we ain’t real because we make snaps
Sellin 6-fo’s to the dab, what you lookin at?
With your Brooklyn hat and your pen and pad, nigga
I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams
Fuck your baggy jeans, fuck your magazines
[Mack 10]
Hey hey hey, what’s happenin round tre?
It’s still M-Y critic K on mines all motherfuckin day
It’s a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossin
Got to flossin, fell off, and got the nail in the coffin
Who wanna regret, fuckin with my set
I be a 24-year street Westside Connect vet
You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us
We packin heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us
[WC]
AIIIIYO!!! Nigga fuck that shit
I gotta, kill it kill it, fuck a New York critic
He write about how I lived it, did it, plus I’m still with it
Puttin it down on all these DJs, hate, fakin and flakin
Never once played my record on their radio station
No love for a New York critic or disc jock
Matter of fact I’m blamin all y’all for fuckin up hip-hop
[All]
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (WESTSIIIIIIIDE!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (And it don’t stop)
Long Island in the house?!? (YEAH! YEAH! Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!?
Staten Island in the house?!? (Say what say what??)
The West Coast is in the house sayin (Yeah)
why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
[Ice Cube] [Mack 10 talking over Ice Cube]
Why talkin loud?!? Yeah, take it how you wanna take it, punk
What you talkin bout?!? We’re gonna make it how
*repeat 15x* we gonna make it, punk
WESTSIDE NIGGA!!! What y’all niggas talkin about?
Y’all ain’t acquantin and barkin on hip-hop
This Westside Connection
WESTSIIIIDE!!!
Posted in 
by Wyclef Jean
from the album The Ecleftic * 2 Sides II A Book
[Wyclef]
Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J.
I serenade the girls with my accoustic guitar
You know what I’m sayin’?
Yo, fellas havin’ problems with the chicks?
I want you right now to turn the lights down low
Pull your girl up next to you
I want you to sing this to her
If death comes for me tonight, girl
I want you to know that I love you
And no matter how tough I wouldn’t dare
Only to you I would reveal my tears
So tell the police I ain’t home tonight
Messin’ around with you is gonna get me life
But when I look into your eyes
You’re worth that sacrafice
If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about
Man, I’m in trouble
I’m in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
Man, I’m in trouble
I’m in real big trouble
I need y’all to do me a favor
Someone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just been shot down
and the bullet’s, in my heart
And it’s piercin through my soul (I’m losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
Somone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
The alleged assailaint, is five foot one
and she shot me through my soul
Feel my body gettin cold
[Mary J. Blige]
So cold
Sometimes I feel like I’m a prisoner
I think I’m trapped here for a while
(but I’m always right here with you girl)
And every breath I fight to take
Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break
I told the cops you wasn’t here tonight
Messin’ around with me is gonna get you life
Oh yeah, yeah
But everytime I look into your eyes
Then it’s worth the sacrifice
[Wyclef]
If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about
Man, we are in trouble
You’re in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
I’m in trouble
I’m in real big trouble
You got anything to say, girl?
[Mary J. Blige]
Someone please call 911, yeah yeah (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just got shot down
And it’s piercin through my soul (I’m losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
[Wyclef]
Someone please call 911 (can you do that for me)
The alleged assailaint, was five foot one
And she shot me through my soul (and he shot me through my heart)
Feel my body gettin cold
(He didn’t care, he didn’t worry, he didn’t wonder..)
[Wyclef and Mary J. Blige]
I’m feelin you girl
I understand
[Mary J. Blige]
And you’re doin, what you’re doin, would you do it
and do it and do it and do it for me..
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by Weezer
from the album Pinkerton
You are eighteen year old girl
Who live in small city of Japan
You heard me on the radio
About one year ago
And you wanted to know
All about me, and my hobbies
My favorite food and my birthday
Why are you so far away from me?
I need help and you’re way across the sea
I could never touch you
I think it would be wrong
I’ve got your letter
You’ve got my song
They don’t make stationary like this where I’m from
So fragile
So refined
So I sniff (so I sniff)
And i lick (and I lick)
Your envelope and fall to little pieces every time
I wonder what clothes you wear to school
I wonder how you decorate your room
I wonder how you touch yourself
And curse myself for being across the sea
Chorus
At ten I shaved my head and tried to be a monk
I thought the older women would like me if I did
You see ma, I’m a good little boy (good little boy)
It’s all your fault, momma It’s all your fault
Goddam this business is really lame
I gotta live on an island to find the juice
So you send
Me your love
From all around the world
As if I could live on words and dreams and a million screams
Oh, how I need a hand in mine to feel
Why are you so far away from me?
Chorus
I got your letter
You got my song
by Weird Al Yankovic
from the album N/A
Here she comes now, wants her alimony
Bleedin’ me dry as a bony bony
Workin’ three jobs just to stay in debt now
Well, first she took my nest egg then she took the nest
I said yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
(Yeah) ‘Cause she took my house (alimony), my car (alimony)
My shoes (alimony) and my toothbrush too (alimony)
Too bad (alimony), so sad (alimony)
Ah-she got (alimony), got the gift of grab (alimony)
I’m in debt (debt), debt (debt), debt (debt), debt (debt), debt (debt), debt (debt)
Lawyer’s callin’ me on the telephony
Tryin’ to squeeze some blood from a stonee-stony
Ooh, I took her for better or for worse, yeah
Then she took me for everything, yeah everything
She could get (get), get (get), get (get), get (get), get (get)
(Get) Well I’m out of cash (alimony), no dough (alimony)
I’m broke (alimony), it’s no joke (alimony)
The check’s in the mail (alimony), get off (alimony)
My back (alimony), cut me some slack (alimony)
I said yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
(Ooh, I want my alimo-mo-mony) Oh you do
(Ooh, I want my alimo-mo-mony) Is it due
(Ooh, I want my alimo-mo-mony) Or you’ll sue
(Ooh, I want my alimo-mo-mony)
Alimony (yeah), mony (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Wow
(cash register "ching")
(Alimony, alimony, alimony) I said (alimony)
Come on, come on, come on
Alimony, alimony, alimony
Bleed me dry (alimony)
I said no (no), oh no (no)
No (no), no (no), no (no), no (no), no (no)
by Wu-Tang Clan
from the album Wu-Tang Forever (Disc One)
(come on in)
[Ol Dirty] *singing*
Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn
(come on in)
Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH
(come on, come on, come on in)
Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggaz!
(come on in, come on, come on, come on in)
Intro/Chorus: Ol Dirty/Osirus
As high as Wu-Tang get
Allah allow us pop this shit
Just like black shoe fit
If you can’t wear it, well don’t fuck with it!
Verse One: The Genius/GZA
Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that’s mad long
Make it brief Son, half short and twice strong
No doubt, it took time searchin, eventually
it was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant
Lace MC’s with styles when they rhyme drunk
On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk
Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force
RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source
You can’t flow, must be the speech impediment
You got lost off the snare off I’mpeach the President
Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven grams of green
then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans
This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical
to analytical analogy, insurance policies why
Said he know that sounds define the note
Couldn’t recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes
Too many dope niggaz I see starvin
Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain
Wu slay regardles to whom or what, five mics five nights
Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights
A fugitive bass playin rap czar
smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar
Chorus
Verse Two: Method Man/Iron Lung
Tical got a hold on ya, doin exactly
what the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty
Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin
the ways these rhymes keep comin, at cha splash ya
Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts
prone to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit up
Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff
An MC too good to be touched, John John
bring the phenomenon, I cold crush
MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold
as we move on, saga unfold
Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger
Caught up in a cliffhanger
Yo I-N-S another code red, danger, break out the vest
Now it’s tactical warfare, it’s all here
Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here
Don’t ever roam, in the naked city
Eight Fingers stories none pretty
Bomb em wit the Witty Unpredictable, conditionin be critical
Peace to Tang, gettin high on your physical, dis next drink
is a toast to your memory
When I go how many niggaz gon’ remember me
Chorus
by Wu-Tang Clan
from the album The Swarm
***Chorus*** (x2)
Fuck y’all analog niggas we be digital
Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
[Killa Sin]
We move on MC’s mechanically
Strike nerves like Ghost’s verse on ‘Can It Be’
hard to touch retarded fucks playing wit they fantasies
respect this, specialist, black
testing this will get ya necklace jacked
and named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
You the type of nigga that’ll hardly speak unless you spoken to
You throw a cold screw, but sober up when I’m approaching you
At the same time we posting two
Niggas on that ass that’s gonna do what they supposed to do
The limelight, snatched away from you because it’s my night
Killarm blaze inside of the twilight, you better get ya lines right
Half of these crabs cant even rhyme right
with dust flows, robotic movement, and blurry eyesights
What you want I already got
and that’s control, I keep my head high, hand pon cock
and pockets swollen, you foldin, you faggot ass fuck
[Dom Pachino]
Yo farotion never fails
shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail
inhale life, exhale strive anxiety’s trife
blowin’ smoke out my peace pipe
Ducking the snipe
shot off the top of the White House and cop 4′S
war never does and many causes
my offense is my defense extreme precautious
moving cyphers high valocities making you nautious
ya forcing it
parishly extortionists
aborting this
space ship thats spacious face it
im on contain shit
pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix
the case is
if not ya basic
way to make shit
embrace it
knowing some day you’ll have to face it
***Chorus***
Fuck y’all analog niggas we be digital
Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
(so fuck y’all, so fuck y’all niggas)
[Bobby Digital]
yo, yo hard to grapple
I raise the sharp scaple
technique slaps you invasion body snatch you money grip
I smoke the honey dip blunts cherry bomb very calm
First bursts like a shot from the Berry homes
you’d be most wise to pay close attention
to willy lynchin’
its stupid to fuck wit’ Bobby Steel’s henchmen
I step into presidential
credentials, evident my potential
be infinate, deluxe benetic sluts invinsible
only ones can know me
swore me before the Dolby
Alexis Colby broads try to control me
pussy whip me like Toby
fuck the local
I move global
economical
ship sea promise fool
my info glow
and the dark Wu-Tang logo
sparks the attention, look listen observe
killa bee swerv
slam like Dr. Julias Erv
still strike the vital nerve
charter through the Magna Carta
trapped like Otis and Carter
wild like a Shaolin child from Mariners Harbor
king devine forced to shine
head burst open like a bottle of Pine
use penmenship
when I write my script
blunt spark em’ and them mark em’ homeless
Killa Hill syndrome
peace to Two Tone
he must know me to understand me from what you do
to realize I’m you
everything I do honey bee from the bee hive
Ever-green squeeze dried leaf smoke Killa Priest from the tribe
of Levi smoke out and not steal
or blunt spill
the indestructable Bobby Steel’s is here
[Method Man]
Yo In The Heat of The Night
my 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and Trappa John M.D.
full metal jackets
cuz’ some gots to have it
kill or be killed
only time will reveal
I think by myself
and I drink by myself
from 9-8 until
let me know its real son if its really real
understandable
self explainable
caution John Blaze flamable
when under pressure, interchangable and still
coming down like precipitation as I reign undesputed
how Johnny do it
dangerously, whoppin cough (cough, cough)
two and off
stank pussy make my dick soft (huh)
bottom line be this high, explosive
not for the average Joseph
come and get some
hol’ it, keep one
up in the chamber
blast wit’ my middle finger
now I toss men
attack like the Four Horsemen
see me dog walkin’
strickly getty-o slang talkin’
all up in thease guts, soften
thease rap niggas, official
we slap niggas
wit’ mak’ charges
dope shit regardless
we usually take another niggas garments (what)
[Killarmy]
Straight up and down I got this rap shit locked in ‘98
niggas cant escape the laws that I enforce like top notch politicians
who be pola-tickin’
slam through expand total construction accross the planet and micro chip software
placed in the rear of ya ear
as I sit the next year
all yall analong niggas fuck yall we be digital
shit is critical
like the hallways in my projects
similar to the streets in Tibet
fuck that I aint playin’ wit’ a full deck (son, son, son, son)
by Whitney Houston
from the album I’m Your Baby Tonight
I used to cry myself to sleep at night
But that was all before he came
I thought love had to hurt to turn out right
But now he’s here
It’s not the same, it’s not the same
Chorus:
He fills me up
He gives me love
More love than I’ve ever seen
He’s all I’ve got,
He’s all I’ve got in this world
But he’s all the man that I need
And in the morning when I kiss his eyes
He takes me down and rocks me slow
And in the evening when the moon is high
He holds me close and won’t let go
He won’t let go
chorus
by Wyclef Jean
from the album Masquerade
[Intro: Wyclef]
80 bars, 80 scars
Yo, engineer turn me up, yo
[Wyclef]
I started off in the underground
From mono to stereo, now I’m surround sound
Blowing through your tubes, leaving holes through your speakers
Cracking through your tweeters, my frequency’s off the meter
Jam packed arenas from here to Bangkok
I’m ahead of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock
Me, I’m playing Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks
I use to reminisce "Should I do music or sell rocks?"
Wrote my own props, living in the PJ’s
That’s when the Angel came to you and said "It’s all a Masquerade"
Eyes with no faces, speakers with no lace
I feel that Earth’s spinnin, but I’m standin in the same space
With no trace of what happened last night
I seen two fiends fighting over a crack pipe
Now I’m watching TV, my antennae was a close hanger
Blurry vision, Mister McGee Hunn, David Banner
Flip the data, the kids was wearin bandanas
Totin hammers aimin at your medulla oblongata
Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure
The romantic type like the movie "Castle Blanca"
Herbs, sell ‘em once, got busted by undercover
Buyer, my supplier was a Gypsy cab driver
That’s when I realize I need to find a new hustle
Living in the jungle to get taught became my muscle
I strive through snake eyes who wanted me crucified
I thought that I was drowning but I was getting baptized
Now behold, I heard you sold 20 mill’
But with no street credibility, your overkill
You ain’t real, talkin bout keep it gangsta
Phony, if you knew the gangstas sent me to shank you
Gank you, gank you, tie up your ankles
And if that ain’t enought, I call Henchman’s to linch you
Now, at the funeral, I can see the Priest bless you
But in the after life, I’ma still touch you
Knockin on heavens door, your beggin to get in
That’s when the center man greets you with the face of Satan
Now you look frightened in the belly of the whale
That’s when the warden say "I wanna welcome you to hell"
Fools, is 5 bucks, get off the phone, times up
I seen him cut from his head to his nuts
You wish you wouldn’t, wish you couldn’t, wish it got to me
Cause you screamin so loud that a deaf man can hear
Back to the silence, no more droppin science
Er’body rappin about diamonds and violence
And they ain’t are’s, all they do is charge credit cards
And when the bill comes, they blame it on the rap stars
Now how you figure? I ain’t rent a car
I wasn’t at the spa, I ain’t by the bar
Now here’s a jewel when you get your first record deal
Don’t subject yourself to the mass appeal
First Class, caviar in the vel’
In the new S Class with the Jordan wheels
Remember, the music in the streets like the streets
You know the cold of the streets, er’body tryin to eat
The evidence is concrete, I’m tired of the same song
You take me how, you must be high off heroin
Sharper than I ever been, this one gon get a 10
Rappers, I’ma murder y’all with your own medicine
I move with faith, I never have doubt
I’m so hungry you will think I’m just coming out
But I been here before, from "Blun" to "The Score"
To "The Carnival", Ecleftic World Tour
I’m causin whores, waitin in the back doors
They want me to rock they boat and shift they more short
That’s when the Father said "Take me to this lesson"
They wanna cut your hair like Deliala did Sampson
I felt that, so I went back to my format
Raps and backpack, gats for carjacks
Hats for pussycats, cause Aids, I don’t want that
And for the DJ’s, here’s something y’all can scratch
Technique 12, Benito hits the watts
Hypnotize the crowd, the dance floor is jam packed
Now sing along like a negro spiritual
No one got shot tonight, it’s a miracle
What’s this I hear, y’all wanna take my spot?
You got a better chance putting a gorilla in a headlock
I’m too focused, I can see through your lens
You ain’t a G, just a wanna be, Kingpin said…
"The next time, y’all wanna pay for protection
I suggest that you hit up the Haitian Sicilians"
[Outro]
80 bars, 80 scars
80 bars, 80 scars
80 bars, 80 scars
80 bars
by Will Young
from the album From Now On
I never thought I could be feeling this way
Standing here in front of you this perfect day
It’s hard to imagine where tomorrow will lead
I’ll keep this moment in my mind for eternity
Even through the rain I kept my faith
The will to follow through
And I never lost the strength within
And it’s all because of you
I’m flying high like the wind
Reaching the impossible, I’ll never doubt again
I’m flying high ‘cause your love’s made me see
That anything is possible
Possible ‘cause you believe in me
In a world full of strangers, you were my saving grace
You told me I was not alone
Alone in this place, no
I never believed it that a dream can come true but
If anyone has changed my mind then baby it’s you
Even through the rain I kept my faith
The will to follow through
And I’ll never lose my way again
And it’s all because of you
I’m flying high like the wind, reaching the impossible
I’ll never doubt again, I’m flying high
‘Cause your love’s made me see
That anything is possible
Possible ‘cause you believe in me
It’s possible to spread my wings
And reach into the sky
Believe that I can fly away
When you’re by my side
I’m flying high like the wind
Reaching the impossible, I’ll never doubt again
I’m flying high ‘cause your love’s made me see
That anything is possible
Possible when you believe in it
Anything is possible
Possible when you believe in me
When you believe in me.
by Wu-Tang Clan
from the album Wu-Tang Forever (Disc One)
[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down
For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain’t make it
Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves
Victims of wordly ways, memories stays engraved
All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers
The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger
In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children
Ten feet gates surround the building keep us sealed in
The projects, lifeless like a vietnam vet
Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest
Crooked cops comb my building complex that’s in the rumble
Streets are like a jungle, can’t let my cypher crumble
Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge
They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars
I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing
Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting
It’s hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll
Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold
Not a role model, I walk a hard road to follow
I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels
The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole
Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold
their life and times, deadly like the virus design
but too, minute to dilute, the scientist mind
You can’t party your life away
Drink your life away
Smoke your life away
Fuck your life away
Dream your life away
Scheme your life away
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
[Masta Killa]
A voice cries from the wilderness of the North
A representation of the families that lost one
all victims of incarceration
Or other divisions of the family structure
Youths are injected with serums that leads
to skin irritations, babies being born with
disfigurations, experimentations
On their faces there bear world relations
of mothers that carry the pain
of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail
Fifth brothers been slain from hails of gun fire
It lightly begins to rain screams of terror
are hidden by the passing trains
This can’t be little Hussein, his uncle cried
As he drops to his nephew’s side, holding his cane
Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this
bitter sickness, and left us to witness
[U-God]
Yeah, yo
Curses from war, innocent blood spills for days
Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise
Tree of life, more precious than Wu is golden game
The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame
Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison
While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision
Blow, spin, and sin and killing what’s revealing
It’s a never ending battle with no ending or beginning, listen
Zero process, progress, become the hunted
America’s most wanted, good life flaunted, want it
Some love the speed, some satisfy a need
Some want to be down, young gun seed, jungle breed
The strong must feed, someone die, someone bleed
One flew astray, and then caught my little seed
Can it be, the ice have us trife life, made me grab the knife
The righteous man would be within these stripes pipes
Take in my energy, breath and know the rest
Cause the good die young and the hard die best
You can’t party your life away
Drink your life away
Smoke your life away
Fuck your life away
Dream your life away
Scheme your life away
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
[RZA]
Y’all bitches love dances, and pulling down your pants
while your man’s on tour, your spending up his advances
Your friends ain’t shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick
The whole projects is trapped in stench
You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs
Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out
Ninety-nine cent beer drinking pussy stinking
Fucking so much your ass and titties start shrinking
New World Order slave trade, minimum wage, Medicaid
Can a devil fool a Muslim nowadays
Inside my lab, I’m going mad
Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag
The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs
or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn
Early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe
[Method Man]
As we dwell through this concrete hell, calling it home
Mama say, take your time young man and build your own
Don’t wind up like your old dad
Still searching for them glory days he never had
So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings
The cash rule everything now, we going down
These babies looking up to us, it’s up to us
The Million Man March MC’s, get on the bus
But envy, greed, lust, and hate, separate
Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate
No longer, brothers, we unstable
Like Kane when he slew Abel, killing each other
You can’t party your life away
Drink your life away
Smoke your life away
Fuck your life away
Dream your life away
Scheme your life away
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way