Ayy ayy ayyAyy ayy ayy(Hit-Boy)Ayy this that Clipse sample ayy (G.Ry got me)F*ck that talkin let the clip slam emYellow bands around them hundreds you know how much that is (tens)Too much to give me cash they had to wire me the back end (send it)Niggas in here lookin tough you know that I got Mag in (what?)Ask me am I only rappin you know I got that bag in (you see it)Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie) want my head come find me (come get it)Lil bro in that bitch chillin he aint tryna come home cocky (he chillin)He comin home to a dollar (dollar) and a mansion and a choppa (what else?)And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt) VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)Big nigga fresher than you f*ck you and your stylist (woah)Paid 90 for my grill and lost it thats why I aint smilin (damn)You got Sean you got Hit you got Grizz Kash DollaPaint you red throw you in the waterThey gonna think you a lobster nigga (gang)UhI just dropped a kit you dropped out of schoolThese hoes wanna be famous til they make the newsAll my bitches winnin how it feel to lose?Nigga tryna get the box like he finna moveBitch Im at my pinnacle I used to shop at Pinnacle your nigga still drink PinnacleBitch your taste is pitifulI talk cash shit you aint cash shit call up Baby Choppa Cash Kidd and spend my cash kidYou stay back like adlibs I buy I dont ask shit I pop shit and pop tags bitchThis New Era be cappin uhMe Sean T off that Pusha T aint no pushin me bro might put you on a teeDot my eyes and cross my Ts bro might put you six feet or bro gon put you on your feetBut bro cant put you on to me A plus pussy worth a B nigga uhYou niggas aint worth no B f*ck outta hereI keep dyin in my dreams but lifes great when I stay wokeBet you love dreamin thats the only time you aint brokeTry me .40 make you back up off me like Dej Loaf and Big SeanGet triggered down Jhene AikoGotta keep Glock in the fanny nigga you not finna ham me huhPut a body on a ratchet I feel like Dr. MiamiNiggas tryna ride my wave like they stoppin a taxiOn a six in a Lamb but Im not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat baby)Four-oneThey counted me out I came back with a vengeanceAnd back to back Benzes back to back winninRap failed oh well gimme back my scale and a burn out cell Ill grow clientele (yup)Four-one P I dont sell dreams I wholesale Ps want halfs nigga dont call meDont insult me (boy) wrist frosty bout eighty what this shit cost meDont worry Ill make it back before you sip coffeeI run with hustlers n bosses bosses n hustlers had to find my hustle I was lost in the gutterGot out that jam now its foreigns with the seats peanut butterBitch its BYLUG for life never crossin my brothers(Lets go)(Helluva made this beat baby)I f*ck with 6 Mile not too much the 7 they freed the 4sThats your bitch huh? Well get her together she fuckin broYou know them road trips still bring a dub in sub inEven if the party was seven the strip club tenIm all in this bitch on the tether Im throwin dubs stillI put her in the Bentley mansion rent freeTold her keep the G-Wagen plain dont even tint theseCant be fuckin with a lame dawg you got her head bigThree hundred a line for the Wock Im sippin red stillI know how the feds feel I make it hard to catch meCuz sellin corn still codeword for reggiesI aint sign a deal yet f*ck it I dont need emEverybody with me eatin free my niggas til I see emHe aint dead we aint even jet back ante up bitchFree them boys(Shit hard)(Where you at Bo?)We gon make it off the ave get a half then I shake itSomethin like a bad habit we aint have it we gon take itCame up off a fifty slab now my bag big as yappersWorkers beggin me for time off askin me for raisesTook me six hours to count it bubble wrap it up and tape itAll my bitches want allowance plug askin me for favorsI been out of town so long had to get reacquainted with the neighborsOn the block all these cash we been rakinWay before the rap when I was writin versesWe was beatin up the Ike like I was Tina TurnerWe was loadin up the Glock and fillin up the hearsesNow Im preachin like its Sunday tryna teach the sermonTryna teach em how to get it fill up they mama pursesSo they aint standin in front of judge listenin to the verdictsCause we was standin on the block thuggin with the serpentsGet caught with Curtis Blow on me and they gon close the curtains (yeah yeah)Million dollar cars you cant merge in BasedGod how I got my curse liftShe gon play her part so well you thought that she rehearsed itDon life worship holly temple synagogue tabernacle churchesYeah (Hit-Boy)Look I cant even chill I get active overdoin everythin my best and worst habitShit be impossible til it happens I never thought Id see Kobe go before MagicThat taught me first no seconds to waste only waist I like is her legs wrapped around my faceF*ck you think she doin over here watchin Netflix?Beard game might just let it grow down to my necklace uhI dont hope for wins I expect it uh adrenaline in me like it got injectedMy girl said I got communication issues no I dontI just dont like sharin all my problems more than the resultsI bring the plan back to my team tell em go wildGod body my physique and my profileI did every single goal that I wrote down checked it off its old nowAnd that shit give me chills f*ck I gotta take yoursIm the originator make it then I make more written in stone you cant forgeYou aint on my level even if we in the same buildin on the same floorOh boy black out dough boy cash out payrollContract maxed out cash kid cash cow tapped in I cant tap outBitch keep thinkin Im sleepin in its Tony on the monitor I see your ass creepin inLittle bitch if it werent for me you wouldnt exist you get the gist?F*ck a cease and desist they shootin up seats in exitsThrowin plays to my bros Im leadin the league in assistsHop scotch black top I aint been skippin a step sinceReal estate Zillow every day bitch I might just change my professionDodged so many rainy days it changed my complexionHang up on your ass and say I lost the connectionI turned out to be the man that I manifested(Lets go then)Hmm f*ck the bullshit I aint here to make no friends cant get bool with meSince an adolescence I was ignorant up in school trippinPistol at my desk I was sittin up in school with itPut your bitch hand in my corner pocket play pool with itShe gon eat the dick both balls licked and do it to me (what else?)Aint go to college I aint want no pussy nigga roomin with meStill coulda went to college Sada aint no fool niggaEvery clip we got extended yellow Perkies look like minionsPut Churchs Chicken on you niggas scrape them boys for half a biscuitYou know I like the burner but Ill beat your ass this shit personal huhHit a nigga in his shit with this fifty or thirty duh(Yeah go Royce)Name a nigga out of the D as solid as meI unlocked a lot of dollars nigga knowledge is keyI did it all without a college degreeI went from hottest signed artist don dada to GStreet lord rock bottom Godfather and PD-Boy Rottweiler Sean Sada and TeeStandin on the corner three days phone is on Motorola prepaidDiadora or a gold Ellesses These are ordered from the older East BaysShe either rollin with the owners or the lesseesA kind man knows a blind man holds grudgesA wise man knows a wise man knows nothinI thought I told you mother fuckers I aint need a budgetI ride with them guys that society begrudgesWe been thuggin worldwide got arenas buzzinWe survived gettin fronted by Ilena cousinBefore you could sell like Cole and Adele Or go NFL be Kobe or KellsThe plight of the rich

OKGuess whos back Back again Shadys back Tell a friend Now everyone report to the dance floor To the dance floor to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright stopPajama time Come here little kiddies on my lap Guess whos back with a brand new rap And I dont mean rap As in a new case of child molestation accusationAah aah aah aah aah No worries pappas got a brand new bag of toys What else could I possibly do to make noise I done touched on everything but little boys And thats not a stab at Micheal Thats just a metaphor Im just psycho I go a little bit crazy sometimes I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes Good god dip do a little slide Bend down touch your toes and just glide Up the center of the dance floor Like T-P for my bung hole and its cool if you let one goNobodys gonna know whod hear it Give a little poot poot its OK (Fart Sound) Oops my C-D just skipped And everyone just heard you let one rip Now Im gonna make you dance Its your chance Yeah boy shake that ass Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Now you know youre my world Alright now lose it Aah aah aah aah aah Just lose it Aah aah aah aah aah Go crazy Aah aah aah aah aah Oh baby Aah aah Oh baby baby aah aah Its Friday and its my day Chance to party all the way to Sunday Maybe till Monday I dunno what day Everydays just a holiday Crusin on the freeway Feelin kinda breezy Get the top down let my hair blow I dunno where Im goin All I know is when I get there Someones gonna touch my body Excuse me miss I dont mean to sound like a jerk But Im feelin just a little stressed out from work Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair Spit on me maybe gouge my eyes out...yeah Now whats your name girl Whats your sign Man you must be up out your mind Dre aah aah Beer goggles blindIm just trying to unwindNow ImNow Im gonna make you dance Its your chance Yeah boy shake that ass Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Now you know youre my world Alright now lose it Aah aah aah aah aah Just lose it Aah aah aah aah aah Go crazy Aah aah aah aah aah Oh baby Aah aah Oh baby baby aah aah Its Tuesday and Im locked up Im in jail and I dont know what happened They say I was running butt naked Down the street screaming Aah aah aah aah aah Your honor Im sorry I dont remember All I know is this much Im not guilty They said save it boyWe got you on tape Telling an old lady to touch my body Now this is the part where the rap breaks down It gets real tense no one makes a sound Everything looks like its 8 Mile now The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves Now step back to reality Look its B.Rabbit You signed me up to battle?Im a grown man Chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba chubaI dont have any lines to go right here so Duba duba teletubie fellas what? fellas yeah? Grab you left (nut) make right one jealous what? Black girls White girls Skinny girls Fat girls Tall girls Small girls Im calling all girls Everyone report to the dance floor Its your chance for a little romance or Butt squeezing its the seasonJust go aah aah aah aah Its so appeasinNow Im gonna make you dance Its your chance Yeah boy shake that ass Oops I mean girl girl girl girl Now you know youre my world Alright now lose it Aah aah aah aah aah Just lose it Aah aah aah aah aah Go crazy Aah aah aah aah aah Oh baby Aah aah Oh baby baby aah aah Mm touch my body Mm touch my body Ooh boy just touch my body I mean girl just touch my body

Some days I just want to up and call it quitsI feel like Im surrounded by a wall of bricksEvery time I go to get up I just fall in pitsMy lifes like one great big ball of shitIf I could just put it all into all I spitStead of always tryin to swallow itinstead of starin at this wall and shitWhile I sit writers block sick of all this shit cant call it shitAll I know is Im about to hit the wall if I have to see another one of moms alcoholic fitsThis is it last straw thats all thats itI aint dealin with another fuckin politicIm like a skillet bubblin until it filters upIm about to kill it I can feel it buildin upBlow this building up Ive concealed enoughMy cup runneth over I done filled it upThe pen explodes and busts ink spills my gutsYou think all I do is stand here and feel my nutsWell Ima show you what you gon feel my rushYou dont feel it then it must be too real to touchBill the dutch Im about to tear shit upGoosebumps yea Ima make your hair sit upYea sit up Ima tell you who I beIma make you hate me cause you aint meYou wait it aint too late to finally seeWhat you closed minded fucks were too blind to seeWhoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee Out this worldAint no one out they mind as meYou need peace of mind heres a piece of mine all I needs a lineBut sometimes I dont always find the words to rhymeTo express how Im really feelin at that timeYea sometimes sometimes sometimesJust sometimes its always me how dark can these hallways beThe clock strikes midnight one two then half past threeThis half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paperIm desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest againStuck in this slump cant think of nothinF*ck Im stumped uh wait here comes somethinNope its not good enough scribble it outNew pad krinkle it up and throw the shit outIm fizzlin out thought I figured it outBalls in my court but Im scared to dribble it outIm afraid but why am I afraid why am I slave to this tradeCyanide I spit to the grave real enough to rile you upWant me to flip it I can rip it any style you wantIm a switch-hitter bitch Jimmy Smith aint a quitterIma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a fuckin boilin pointPut some oil in your joints flip the coin bitch come get destroyedAn M.C.s worst dream I make em jinxedThey hate me see me and shake like a chain-link fenceBy the looks of em you would swear that Jaws was cominBy the screams of em you would swear Im sawin someoneBy the way theyre runnin you would swear the law was cominIts now or never and tonight its all or nothinMama Jimmy keeps leavin on us he said hed be backHe pinky-promised I dont think hes honestIll be back baby I just gotta beat this clockF*ck this clock Ima make them eat this watchDont believe me watch Ima win this raceAnd Ima come back and rub my shit in your face bitchI found my nitch you gon hear my voiceTill you sick of it you aint gonna have a choiceIf I gotta scream til I have half a lungIf I have half a chance Ill grab itRabbit run!

The rap game hip-hop 101The hardest nine to five youll ever haveYou cant remember shit in no history bookYou ready to rap motherfucker?You ready to sell your soul? Ha ha haThe rap game will f*ck you upIm a disrupted nigga you made me crazyYou shoulda slayed me as a babyBehavin shadier than Wes CravenAnd you aint even gotta pay meI take pleasure of layin a nigga down dailyYou face me punk its over youll faint fastIve never fucked up to where I cant whoop ya assYoull neckll get snapped with bare hands f*ck musicIs he rappin? Its cool but fools just dont confuse itWhat happens these dudes get rude then I lose itIm scandalous I blow ya two niggas off the atlasWith a gat thats bigger than Godzillas back niggaYou are not realer in fact youre feel the effectsOf a crack dealer yall presidents since we smackedAnd got a mack 10 with it so I aint gotta rapBut Im thankful for that dont mistakin me blackCause youll be stankin in the back of a fuckin CadillacIm a get snuffed cause I aint said enough to pipe downI pipe down when the White House just wiped outWhen I see that little Cheney dike get sniped outLights out bitch adios goodnight (Ah!)Now put that in ya little pipe and bite downThink for a minute cause the hype has died downThat I wont go up in the Oval Office right nowAnd flip whatever aint tied down upside downIm all for America f*ck the governmentTell that seed to Laura tell the slut to suck a dickMotherfuck ducked what the f*ck? son of a bitchTake away my gun Im gonna tuck some other shitCant tell me shit about the tricks of this tradeSwitchblade with a little switch to switch bladesAnd switch from a six to a sixteen inch bladeShits like a samurai sword of CincyShit just dont change to this dayIm this way still tell that utslay ipsbayUpsay my ipnay scuse my ickpay addelayBut uckfay the rap gameThis rap game this rap gameI aint sellin my soul for this rap gameAnd I aint diggin no hole for this rap gameMan Im tellin you know it aint happeningThis rap game this rap gameI aint sellin my soul for this rap gameI aint diggin no hole for this rap gameThis rap game this rap gameI wouldnt want to be drinkin drowned in my own inequityBut fucked that Im a rap til yall all get sick of meAnd clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at meIm pickin a rott mix f*ck the dogs you sic on meIm sayin you motherfuckers dont know us quit playinIf Im broke then Im breakin up in the place where you layinYou know same shit every nigga done in his lifeI lived to this wise speak on what I want when I writeSo why should I ever fear another manIf he bleed like I bleed take a piss and he stand?OK you win you can say we cant rapBut no shorts cause Im mean ? say this is whackI walk in that party and just start bussinRight after I hear the last verse of Self DestructionThis liquor makes me want to blast the chromeTo let you know the time without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga)Im low down and shifty quickly call SwiftyTo do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50Ya feelin lucky? SqueezeI catch you outside of Chuckie CheeseWith ya seed you be an unlucky GMy lifestyle is unstable I party anaticThey said no fightin in the club so I brought me a maticCoughin the static I jump niggas call me a rabbitPoppin the tablet and guns to soften what happenedBelieve me we run this rap shit fo sheezyMake makin millions look easyEverywhere you turn you see me you hear meBelieve me before you see my pistol in three dNo time to call a peace treatyDial 911 cause you need the- police to believe meI snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curbThis is absurd we street niggas twistin the wordsWe finally could Say Goodbye to HollywoodCause Proof and Shyne man shit nothin in commonBut ask this band with gasoline chanWe never bow down to be a flash in the panNo remorse f*ck ya stature dogNothin to do with hands when I clap at yallBut to draw on the ground with the form and the poundThen Im gone outta town fore the law come aroundSo we can battle with raps we can battle with gatsMatter of fact we can battle for plaques (This rap game)Im too fuckin retardedI dont give a f*ck about my dickThats why Im datin Lorraina BobbitMy crew had an argument who was the largestNow they all is dead and I roll as a solo artistPlus I made all the beats and wrote all the rapsWell I really didnt but I did accordin to this contractI was thrown in the snow with nowhere to goFreezin twenty below forced to join Bel Biv DevoeMy little girl she shouldnt listen to these lyricsThats why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear itIf rap dont work Im startin a group with Garth BrooksHa ha ha ha and just say LookThis rap game this rap gameI aint sellin my soul for this rap gameAnd I aint diggin no hole for this rap gameMan Im tellin you know it aint happeningThis rap game this rap gameI aint sellin my soul for this rap gameI aint diggin no hole for this rap gameThis rap game this rap game

Step by step heart to heart left right leftWe all fall downStep by step heart to heart left right leftWe all fall down like toy soldiersBit by bit torn apartWe never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiersIm suppose to be the soldier who never blows his composureEven though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shouldersI aint never suppose to show it my crew aint suppose to know itEven if it means going toe to toe with the Benzino it dont matterI never drag em in battles that I can handle less I absolutely have toIm suppose to set an example I need to be the leaderMy crew looks for me to guide emIf some shit ever just pop off Im suppose to be beside emThat Ja shit I tried to squashed it it was too late to stop itTheres a certain line you just dont cross it and he crossed itI heard him say Hailies name on a song and I just lost itIt was crazy this shit went way beyond some Jay Z and Nas shitAnd even though the battle was won I feel like we lost itI spent so much energy on it honestly Im exhaustedIm so caught it I almost feel like Im the one who caused itThis aint what Im in Hip Hop for its not why I got in itThat was never my object for someone to get killedWhy would I want to destroy something I helped buildIt wasnt my intentions my intentions were goodI went through my whole career with out ever mentioningAnd thats just outta respect for not running my mouthAnd talking about something that I knew nothing aboutPlus Dre told me stay out just wasnt my beef So I didI just fell back watched and gritted my teeth while hes all over TVNow Im talking a man who literally saved my life like f*ck itI understand this is business and this shit just isnt none of my businessBut still knowing this shit could pop off at any minute causeStep by step heart to heart left right leftWe all fall down like toy soldiersBit by bit torn apartWe never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiersIt used to be a time when you could just say a rhymeAnd wouldnt have to worry about one of your people dyingBut now its elevated cause once you put someones kids in itShit gets escalated it aint just words no more is itIts a different ball game call names and you aint just rappingWe actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happeningMe and Dre had sat with him kicked it and had a chat with himAnd asked him not to start it he wasnt gonna go after himUntil Ja start yappin in magazines how he stabbed himF*ck em 50 smash him mash him and let him have itMeanwhile my intentions pulled me in other directionsSome receptionist said the source who answers phones at his deskHas an erection for me and thinksThat Ill be his resurrectionTries to blow the dust of his mic and make a new recordBut now hes fucked the game up cause one of the ways I came upWas through that publication the same one that made me famousNow the owner of it got a grudge against me for nothing but f*ck itThat motherfucker can get it too f*ck em thenBut Im so busy being pissed off I dont stop to thinkThat we just inherited 50s beef with Murder IncAnd hes inherited mine which is fine aint like either of us mindWe still have soldiers thats on the front line thats willing to die for usAs soon as we give the orders never to extort usStrictly to show they support usMaybe shout em out in a rap or up in a chorus to show we love em backAnd to let em know how important it is to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our cornersTheir loyalty to us is worth more then any award isBut I aint trying to have none of my people hurt or murderedIt aint worth it I cant think of a perfecter way to word itThen to just say that I love yall too much to see the verdictIll walk away from it all before Ill let it go any furtherBut dont get it twisted its not a plea that Im copingIm just willing to be the bigger manIf yall can quit popping off at the jaws with the knockingCause frankly Im sick of talkingIm not gonna let someone elses coffin rest on my conscience causeStep by step heart to heart left right leftWe all fall down like toy soldiersBit by bit torn apartWe never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiers

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Lyricist- Jane Siberry

Artist- Jane Siberry

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Maybe it was to learn how to love Maybe it was to learn how to leave Maybe it was for the games we played Maybe it was to learn how to choose Maybe it was to learn how to lose Maybe it was for the love we made Love is everything they said it would be Love made sweet and sad the same But lov ...

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