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Warning!
This album contains ludicrous material, Parental discretion is advised. So kids cover your ears n close your eyes Otherwise your about to witness history The thoughts and view expressed on this album Are a direct reflection of the new generation So without further ado I bring you that nigga named Luda I be that nigga named Luda, give a round of applause They say I'm up to no good, I say I'm down for the cause Down for whatever goes down I'm strapped down to my drawers So if your up for some stitches then I'm down for some scars Down to make them get down, stop playing n pause Its two things I'll never break, that's my word n my balls So here's a temporary fix for your permanent flaws This album helps you to release cause life urkin' us all Enough to make you wanna break shit No longer will I take shit From any of these clowns, cause I'm tired of this fake shit I'm ready for some action Ready wit a passion Like pots with the steam, I'm ready to git it cracking Its six years n counting if you think I'm a joke Me getting served is like Bill Gates n Oprah going broke Its bout time they gave it to me, I'm the raining champ Your favorite rapper went to Ludacris' training camp bitch! |
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| 2. |
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[Notorious B.I.G. sample:] "I grew up a fucking screw-up
Got introduced to the game, to the game then fucking blew up" [Intro: Ludacris speaking over B.I.G. sample repeated] Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers that's a product of they environment Whether getting money legally or ILLEGALLY We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man! Yeah! Grew up a screw up baby Got introduced to the game, I ain't took a breath yet Let's go! [Ludacris] Ever since I was an embryo, waiting to shape up and ship out Something in my brain said, "Wake up and kick out!" Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out Peace up, A-Town gone and then I dipped out And oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out Somebody get him, the lil' nigga's out of control Put a lil' bit of rum in my bottle I'll dream about diamonds and gold Gold gold to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent The essence of adolescence got my body feeling fresh'n fresh'n fresh'n, and it was a blessing to rhyme and start rapping I was the best in my section with flows hard than erections Still the best but now I'm grown with more range than a texan And I'm a heavyweight you niggas is lighter than my complexion [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. sample variations repeat 4X] [Young Jeezy] Ayyyy Y'all already know what it is I'ma tell you nigga C.T., know what it is, 'bout 17-5 Homey fronted me a sip, shit I made it a bird That's seventeen and a half, all I need is the word Say the, ice is cool but them pots is hot You better cook slow but that money come fast I got what you need I hope you brought all the cash You know the kid pimping all over the world A hundred carats got me all over your girl YEAHHHHHHHHHHH, five freaks and my Gucci duffle bag A corporate thug I run with a Playaz Circle I got a Field Mob that'll +Disturb+ your +Peace+ Blowing Sean Jay, all we do is smoke Finish counting my bread and I was getting some head What's up? [Chorus] [Ludacris] I'ma be all the way real with cha, look When I came into the game they ain't do nothing but doubt me Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nothing without me Picking up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that down I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to Bentleys And five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpie's From alright to handsome, from one room to mansions From hanging on the block to throwing parties in the Hamptons From, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought a plane and a boat and six other whips, no MARTA From dice on the curb to stacking up chips, but harder From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard your women dawg I went from ashy to classy Went from a, kiss on the cheek to doing the nasty Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you're playing your cards Boyyy! [Chorus] |
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| 3. |
| 3:51 |
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[Pharrel]
Shake your money maker Like somebody bout to pay you I see you on my radar Don't you act like you faker She... [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey [Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody bout to pay you Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Shake shake shake your money maker Like you was shaking it for some paper Took your mama 9 months to make ya Might as well shake what your mama gave ya You you lookin good in them jeans I bet you look even beter with me in between I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind But you's a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind I got my hoe on my right side Pouring some cups My whole hood is on to left But they ain't giving a fuck So feel free to get loose And get carried away So by tomorrow you forget what you where saying today But don't forget about this feeling That I'm making you get And all the calories you burn From me making you sweat The mile high points you earn When we taking my jet And how everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet cause you can [Pharrell] Shake your money maker Like somebody bout to pay you I see you on my radar Don't you act like you faker She... [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey [Pharrell] Shake your money maker Like somebody is bout to pay you Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Switch, switch, switch it from right to left And switch it till you running right out of breath And take a break until you ready again And you can invite over as many friends As you want to, but i really want you, just Be thankful that Pharrel gave you something to bump to Hey hey Luda - I am on top of my game You want my hands from your bottom to the top of your frame And I - just wanna take a little ride on your curves And get erotic giving your body what it deserves Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius Yup call me the renaissance man get up and I stay harder then a cinderblock man Hey i'm just a bedroom gangster And I been meaning to tell you that I really must thank ya when yo [Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody about to pay you I see you on my radar Don't you act like you are faker She... [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey [Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody about to pay you Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey Rock, rock, rock it and make it work, girl Please don't stop untill it hurts, girl You - you been looking a little tipsy So if you could just shake it a little this way See I'm a member of the BBC The original breadwinner of DTP And You the center of attention that's distracting the squad Cause everybody in the camp is like - oh my god, she can [Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody about to pay you I see you on my radar Don't you act like you are faker She... [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey [Pharrel] Shake your money maker Like somebody about to pay you Don't worry about them haters Keep your nose up in the air [Ludacris] You know I got it If you wanna come get it Stand next to this money Like - ey ey ey |
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| 3:37 |
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10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Never scared to be different, the impossibles put into existence. For instance, this is me. What did you expect from the 5th LP? Gone for a minute now I'm back again. Back to back, back to break backs again. Put'em in the back seat of the 'lac again, and rip off the Magnam packagin'. What's happening I'm looking for some girls gone wild.(gone wild) I'm just trying to make these girls all smile(all smile). And I'm gonna make'em dance, So I could see them shake they ass, Then I put'em in a trance, Till I get'em out they pants. Then I'll take'em to a level they might've never been before, We goin' hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below. I got somebody I want you to get ta know. ME. Feel this like Jack the Ripper, Hip hop needs help so I'm back to flip her. Flip her on her back Cause I'm back to stick her and throw up on the track Like it's full of liquor. [Chorus] You felling kinda warm, like you was having (sex) You wetter than a storm like you was taking (X) Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise, So baby close your eyes, get ready for what's(next) You looking at raps most consistent, man whatever they can't do I can. What they want to be in the future I am, a hip-hop mogul's right where I stand. Goddam I'm good, stretch another limit to music I should, Do it like I know and how only I could. Do it like a pro and how only I would. Still I'm looking for some girls gone wild.(gone wild) I'm just trying to make these girls all smile(all smile). And I'm gonna pour petron, till I get'em in the zone, And I'll get 'em all alone, till I make 'em wanna bone. Then I'll take'em to a level they might've never been before, We goin' hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below. I got somebody I want you to get ta know. ME. L-you to the D-A-see to the are-I-S and yeah that's me. The gift to read minds got ESP. Hottest thing on the go since PSP. [Chorus] Wow, MC's, I bake'em. Put me in a circle of homies and I'ma break'em. Might've took your brain a minute to process. Could take the whole game a minute to top this. Just figured out that I'm ahead of my time, wit a flow so fast I'm ahead of my rhyme. Ya clock is off beat, better set it to mine. With a 6 year run havin' a helluva time. Cause I'm always looking for some girls gone wild.(gone wild) I'm just trying to make these girls all smile(all smile). And I'm gonna get high, till I make'em touch the sky, Then I make'em wonder why, why why am I so fly? Cause I took'em to a level they might've never been before, We goin' hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below. I got somebody I want you to get ta know, me A millionaire with extra paper. If you haven't heard go and ask your neighbor. I'm like hot sauce with extra flavor, So put it on your tongue for your mouth to savor. [Chorus] |
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| 5. |
| 4:20 |
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Voice]
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction [Ludacris] Satisfaction [Chorus: Voice] Yeah, blow me a shotgun B-b-blow me a shotgun B-b-blow me a shotgun It gives me (satisfaction) [Verse 1: Ludacris] Can you handle it 808 bang in the back with the woofer like boom boom boom boom With my foot on the pedal and my hand on my strap Got the engine like vroom vroom vroom vroom What's up, you ain't never heard a nigga rap like-like this before I got an addictive flow that'll give you (satisfaction) I'ma make you satisfied, even if it kills me Even if it takes the slower minds, a little bit of time to feel me Recollect the 15 million I sold, or the 30 times I went gold And if you take 2 puffs of this dro, it'll give you (satisfaction) I've sold the most and noone's close, but I'm not meaning to brag It's different strokes for different folks, like Angelina and Brad Some keep the heat in the stash, put 30 keys in their Jag And if cops ain't peepin your tag then you're gonna feel some (satisfaction) Pumpin' out albums like Reverend Run is pumpin out children, here's another one So catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland I'm bound to be the greatest, I'm determined to win Until then I can't get no (satisfaction) [Chorus] [Verse 2: Smoke] I'm the one that went to the gunfight with a knife, and won Left with his pistol and left him dead, the guy he tried to run Just because my verse 2nd don't mean I am not the one When I'm done I'm guaranteed to give you (satisfaction) I might not be the best in the world, but the best the world ever seen I'm all been in Georgia's daughter Conde ding-a-ling king And when I'm digging deep in the spleen, I'ma make the cream and she scream Baby get me hard like a Snickers bar I give her (satisfaction) Yessir there ain't not other way so motherf**k what you say Y'all had this spot, we took you off the top like a toupee Them coke's been kick and pushed in this fiasco like Lupe Back that ass up like Juve, cause the south we givin them (satisfaction) Ever since I signed with Luda and them, my chances of losing are slim Y'all talk that smack but copycat and do a movie like him Yessir my mob got that goodie, as if my group had a kid We gonna continue to give them a double dose of (satisfaction) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Shawn Jay] Yea Fleetwood drop the bomb, when I rhyme it's TNT That's why my money long as the line at the DMV When they askin who was that that was snappin I'm that answer dude Like Snickers bring no nuts no (satisfaction) I hustle and flow, I done been by my cheese since I was knee high Weed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off peaches like I'm T.I. Earvin Johnson gimme that rock and magic cap of Shawn Jay Dope sold money for (satisfaction) I been the nigga they can't f**k with, hot but the flow cold Flip rocks by the boatload O.G. no see see me get tipped off getcha no dough Zip-loc full of dro tow big glocks on the hip cocked try to play the big shots Get popped with the four four Don't be the reason they mopped in the floor for payin me, that (satisfaction) Fool for a dollar let me get that pop, man I need this cream Where my cake give me my candles, I got sweet sixteen Now the kid with the cocaine flow got DTP on his necklace Now Luda tell them what you think about your invest (satisfacton) [Chorus - 2X] |
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[Chorus: x2]
Stop moving so slow I got mouths to feed Hurry up and lets go I got mouths to feed Rain, hail, sleet, snow I got mouths to feed So you already know I'm bout to get to that paper Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary. Cause pay checks are coming up shorter than February. Can't get a real job, I never finished school. Can't get no new close, I wore the same tennis shoes. But now the games changed, I'm all about the hustle. And even honkey knows best, I'm all about the muscle, I'm all about my team, I'm all about my green. I'm 'bout supply and demand, I'm 'bout to serve the fiends. And I'm a working dream I keep the circuit clean. See I'm the fucking future, I'm a working machine Don't trust a soul I'm the only one watching my cream so I stay in heavy rotation like a washing machine [Chorus: x2] Mother fucker, I'm a monster in this game, I turn twenty into fifty Fifty to a hundred and a hundred to a Bentley Bentley to a building and a building to a scraper. Can't keep up with the news but I get that daily paper. And you's a daily hater cause my foot game is major. After a while crocodile, see ya later alligator. My baby need new shoes, her momma need Giuseppe's Mercedes need new shoes surrounded with Pirelli's A finger to the world I paid my dues and I'm ready To pack up all the tools and just cruise in the Chevy Million dollars deals making moves on my cellie cause I owe it to my girl to put food in her belly [Chorus: x2] Wake up and smell the coffee. its time to make the donuts A kid who had a kid, my kid made me a grown up You ever threaten mines I won't resist to put the chrome up My guns'll be like gang signs (always getting thrown up) Atlanta put your zone up We true to these streets I got 12 hungry artists, whole crew gotta eat So hell no I don't sleep I'm like an energizer battery Got 19 employees I gotta pay they salaries My momma quit her job and I retired my pops Got killers on the payroll, I hired some cops I accept responsibility, they all pay rent So if it don't make dollars then it don't make sense. [Chorus: x2] |
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[Chorus: Bobby Vasquez]
Baby, I gotta, get you up out of your clothes, your clothes, your clothes It's somethin about the way you move I just cain't let go, let go, let go Baby, youuuuu've got me open Baby, I just wanna make you mine By the end of the night, end of the night By the end of the night [Ludacris] It's inevitable and incredible, listen, it's Luda! By the end of the night you gon' be wantin to marry a nigga Cause I make 'em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver Get 'em up, get down, turn around and put your face in the pillow Cut 'em up like Jason, just face it that boy Luda's a killer Half man, half gorilla, beatin all on my chest Pleasin all of your flesh, squeezin all on your breast Givin you reasons to rest, and ain't never say no to papi Wake 'em up like Folgers cause I fold 'em like origami Hey mami let's get it poppin like Orville Redenbacher The way you move once you started nothin could ever stop ya Sweeter than Betty Crocker, and I'm ready to belly flop ya Just mention today but for now I forever gotcha [Chorus] [Ludacris] (Whoo!) Verse two, it's like this Gotta get 'em up out of them clothes, if I throw a couple dollars then pose We could drink a couple bottles and go, and ride off in the Impala on vogues And Rolls, gold is all on my neck, all on my wrist So just let go of yo' hoe, don't hog her to death, lend her to Chris Just for a little while for a little bit Just wanna see her smile and get the bigger fish She said that you had a little dick Now how in the hell can she benefit from somethin like that? I be up in that cat, make her put a hump in that back Black, I swing low and sweet chariot, meet me at the Marriott Key access, I'll be at the very top Don't hesitate to stop the elevator either I'll show you the ups and downs, you'll be my elevator diva [Chorus] [Ludacris] All I need is a couple hours baby, for real Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Loius and Gucci Escada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and Juicy Rockin Republic, True Religions and Citizen's jeans Your Jimmy Choo's are so sexy but Giseppi's is mean La Pearla lingerie, ya panties and bra matchin Put down your clothes and I'll put you UP on the latest fashions Cause with cameras and action, I'm a deadly assassin I love your clothes but what's underneath I love with a passion [Chorus] [Ludacris - over Chorus] Gotta get you outta them clothes baby Somethin about the way you move I cannot let go, whoo! You know you got me open I just wanna make you mine, haha By the end of the night, you gon' be mine Luda! And Valentin' the dream [Bobby Vasquez + (Ludacris)] Don't leave your girl round me (guard your women fellas) Said don't leave your girl round me (Disturbin' Tha Peace) Don't leave your girl round me (yeah, whoo!) True playa for real, for real, for real, for real Don't leave your girl round me Said don't leave your girl round me Don't leave your girl round me True playa for real, for real, for real, for real |
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| 8. |
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Woozy lyrics
(feat. R. Kelly) [Intro - R. Kelly] Whoo... Kel... Chris... And clubbin on some smooth shhh... [1st Verse - Ludacris] Ludacris can`t hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie Seeecretsss and your body I won`t misguide mistreat or misleeeeead it Hate it up, love it, they can`t cut it, so strut it Number one shaker, like Vick`s vapor I wanna fuckin ruuuuuub it Louisville slug it hit em with a right left, its goooooone tell every last one of ya girls how good it was and its gone be onnnnnn Soul Train, wood grain, from meeeee no pain, no gain, its so plain to seee they be like "I`ve been feelin kind of stressed can you blow my back out?" and I`m like "Yea but don`t trip if I happen to yank a track out" when I get done its smooth sailin once I pull that `Lac out next destination I move forward like Jerry Stackhouse And 1, have fun, when you chillin with Ludi Slow grind and slow jams while I`m feelin yo booty we`ll hold hand and hold times when I`m up in that coochie you so fine I`m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy [Chorus - R. Kelly] Got you feelin woozy baby (baby) And thats hows it gonna be when I take you from the club to the crib on dubs and I get you in the bed with meeee (in the bed with me) your so pretty, and so sweaty and so sexy and so ready girl I`m surprised you this nastyyy but its cool cuz I always wanted to go down on a girl that reminds me of me so get upstairs, get yo clothes off and get them sexy legs legs in a `V` (yup) your vision blurry as if you were seeing two of me (two of me) you so fine I`m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy [2nd Verse] Will YOU, make me feel like I just hit the lotto other girls I give `em a shoulder colder than Chicago But in ya center I heat it up in the Mourning like Alonzo and I`d get it, I`d bit it, I`d split it, I`d hit it up in a Tahoe Bravo, make make make it clap I`d break break break ya back then tuck tuck tuck you in so you can take take take a nap then back to makin dividends I`m in the wind somewhere hot, I stay on islands longer than Gulligan sippin on a pina colada, little mama I`mma make ya holla how does it sounds when you makin love on a Million dollars I can only imagine lets make it real baby like D`Angelo "How does it feel" baby I know I talk a lot shit but I can back it up (up up) Like BBD flip it, rub it down, smack it up (up up) you so bad when you call me for duty you so fine I`m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy [Chorus] [3rd Verse] Don`t get caught up in the gossip, them chicks is jockin girl they just jealous, everybody hates when Cris is rockin ya world hey girl, hey friend, how you doing, where you been enough of that talkin, lets begin, break it in shake and spin, take it in, say amen then I`ll make you say goodness graciouuuus look me in the eye and make them nasty faaaaaaaces I`m so glad that your body`s so juicyyyyy you so fine I`m so sad that you feelin so wooooozy [Chorus] [R. Kelly ad libs] Giiiirl, said your body is what I want (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy) I`ll be making scream and mooooan (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy) Girl lets get on up out this club (wooooozy wooooozy wooooozy) Oooh get you to my hoooome |
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| 3:56 |
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[Verse 1]
Things ain't always what they seem or cracked up to be Like all these fakin' ass rappers in this industry Talkin' bout what they got, and they ain't got a damn thang How you own three cars, but you don't own ya own name? Get ya business right boys, the first class is in session Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession Start up ya own company, trademark the name That's gon' run ya bout a grand so start savin' ya change Open a bank account quick, and then follow these steps Sign yourself to yourself and start signin' ya own checks Hit the booth and start recording at the speed of need Whatever gets ya juices flowin' could be speed or weed Get it mixed and mastered, pressed up and plastered Sell it to ya whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard! Show all the non-believers what you destined to be And in just a couple years you could be rich like me [Hook] But I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is [Verse 2] See, mostly all your favorite artists got some serious problems The money could be the problem, but money can't solve 'em Some get addicted to drugs and flat out lazy Some taste a little fame and go flat out crazy I'm close 'cause those close wanna live off my fame And that type of shit alone will drive a nigga insane Not to mention all the vultures, the scandelous promoters Crabs will try to sue ya, magazines will misquote ya Most of these label-heads, they don't care nothin' about ya If you stop sellin' records, they'll act like they don't know ya It's hard mixin' business with pleasure, so don't play Me and my crew argue and fight like every other day Rappers ain't above the law, but our life is so fast That we got a Special Task Force of police on our ass All that, and this is really just the start of it Hip Hop, you really wanna be a part of it? [Hook] I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is Man this biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is I'ma give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is [Verse 3] What's worse than havin' no money is havin' it and losin' it What's worse than havin' some money is grabbin' and abusin' it We never took no money from Chingy, thought I was cool wit him I wish his ass well, but I don't want nothin' to do with him! Some don't own they publishin', me I never fool wit 'em I'm down for my artists, try my best to stay true to 'em 'Cause outside my label competition is irrelevant Unless I'm still in competition with my president And believe that I'm supportin' the Hova Cause the industry's shady, it needs to be taken over' But the first rule to accumalation of wealth Is Don't trust nobody but ya God damned self! [Hook] I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is Man this biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is I'm give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is I said I can't hold my tounge I'ma tell it like it is This biz ain't all fun I'ma tell it like it is Give it to ya straight, no chase I'ma tell it like it is Look you straight in yo face And I'ma tell it like it is |
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The time has come, for bad things to leave
The time has come, for life to begin The time has come, for the war of the gods It's that time I'ma take the subtle approach first 'Cause I'm just gettin' started Let's go Look, I'm the best and there's nothing that you can do about it Never needed a publicity stunt, let's tell the truth about it Even in the core of the streets, you can't sway the youth about it But keep runnin' yo mouth, and I swear I'ma knock a tooth up out it I never claimed to be nuthin' but who the fuck I am Never sold cocaine in my life, but I'm still the fuckin' man Understand, nuthin' you did makes you better nigga You claim the streets, but the streets respect that chedda nigga Luda got twice as much yo life you can charge it to 'em I fit four of your houses inside my daughters room And still have room for young Karma to play Givin' back to the children of tomorrow, for good karma today So you can say what ya wanna say, and you can talk that talk But real niggas ain't doing no talkin' cause we walk that walk Album for album you can see I got a multimillion plan So call yourself whatever you want 'cept the multimillion man How many times is you goin' rap about busting your gun How many times is you goin' trap without busting your gun Only shots you ever took were subliminal to the general Disrespectin' those doin' real time with real criminals And I ain't never did a day in my life But it should be illegal to walk a day in my life I paid the price and the cost to be the boss so you can rest your mouth I'm universal, Luda never limits himself to the south I give a damn about ya hootin' and hollerin', and it ain't botherin' me I hear you talkin' but you ain't made it to three You know where I live, but you ain't made it to me You ain't made nigga I'm havin' a house party, kid come get played nigga You got played, my record label never jerked me So shoot me, stab me, but words will never hurt me I feed off your energy, my powers with God So it's even better if you make ya diss record real hard See even without the bass and all that treble I'm as hot as the devil And I work for the top floor, homie get on my level I've been stripped away of powers 'cause I gave you my blessin' So it'll take more than majority vote to win this election Man, mix tapes or not my resume is too hot And I warned them that I was coming, I got the number one spot So unless you using tampons, quit acting stuck up And do like your records say, or shut the fuck up |
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| 5:16 |
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[Lady]
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility Inmate, state your name (Darren) This phone call may be monitored and recorded Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up [Ludacris] To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie To my cause J.B., stay up homie If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you You looking at a man that would die for his daughter, just to let her breathe And I'd definitely die for Jesus cause he died for me Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just to see what he's seen But then I'd take 'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cause and every week said he wanna hit the streets But he never struck a deal cause his mouth will never squeal Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal Send some pictures of the fam and nasty pics of Shawnna If you ever have to leave I got your mother and your daughter Born in this way of living and our youth is stuck To be safe it's safe to say the justice system's fucked up! If you doing 25 to life, stay up homie I got your money on ice so, stay up homie If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie And until you hit the bricks, stay up homie If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you [Beanie Sigel] Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all That box, a motherfucker, it could stress a nigga balls Especially when you broke and home base ain't accepting your calls And you don't hear your name when it's mail time Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushing back on your hairline Fucking ? will have you stuck in that pill line Your bitch miss the V-I this weekend The food in your locker keeps shrinking, your celly feet stinking The canteen ran out of menthol's Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers Niggas play the phone room reckless and get hit with new indictments Talking about old connects and new prices Stress'll take a young nigga, give him an old face Or stress'll take a dumb nigga, give him a new case That shit I used to tell my walkie Lil' Itchy, all he did was smoke weed and drink coffee I know he miss me To my man Lil' Nell (stay up homie) To my man Steve P (stay up homie) If you locked in the box keep makin it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you To my man Paul Selene (stay up homie) To Abdul McKeith (stay up homie) Until I see you in the streets keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you [Pimp C] Uhh, if your people locked up you need to send 'em some shit Cause it's never too late to stop being a bitch A magazine and some pictures is a nigga's whole world When I was down them niggas fell out so I'm riding with the girls Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake ass dudes They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food Cause commissary is so very necessary It's so close to bein slavery, in Texas nigga it's scary I reached out to C-Murder right before I came home And when him home, let me go I make sure that his books was on And three months later that nigga came home too Ain't no limit to this shit cause now his dream's coming true I'ma keep riding with Bun cause UGK will never stop And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot (yeah) Bitch, and I'm as trill as you can be They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free (here I go) [C-Murder] Wake up, roll call, another day gone by Now put a 'X' on November 25 I'm still alive Open the dead roll balls Now this dead man walking parking million dollar cars It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real With a shotgun, burning at the back of your dome 300 years left, my dog ain't never coming home One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine Almost died, in Camp Jay nigga, ride or cry Cream has suicide attempts, Precious took his own life White boys can't handle the pain at night You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your ass shook And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook You all in bitch, sit down when you piss Sweet ass, you a ho, watch I blow you a kiss (mwah) To my cousin Jimmy Watson (stay up homie) To my homeboy Mack (stay up homie) If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you [Pimp C] To my nigga Pharoahe (stay up homie) To my nigga Z-Ro (stay up homie) If you're locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you To the king Larry Hoover (stay up homie) To my partner Shan-O you gotta (stay up homie) If you're locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you [Ludacris] To the homeboy Shyne, stay up homie To my nigga Mystikal, stay up homie If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you |
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| 4:40 |
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[Chorus x 2]
I know it's strange But my brain's gone really insane And I'm off the chain Sipping on a fifth of the Golden Grain I feel like slappin' a nigga today (slap, slap) Slappin' a nigga today I feel like slappin' a nigga today (slap, slap) Slappin' a nigga today Slappin' a nigga today This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (bed) I'm sick of people putting lies in my head (head) I don't really wanna work; I'm tired I hate my nine to five And I'm thinking 'bout killin' my boss today Killin' my boss today I'm thinking 'bout killin' my boss today (it's just a thought, man) Killin' my boss today (yeah) Yesterday my best friend died (died) Somebody came and took his life (life) Now I'm looking up at the sky Have you ever seen a grown man cry? And I'm asking, why did you take him away? Why did you take him away? I'm asking, why did you take him away? (Why'd you take him?) Why did you take him away? (Hey) I need some money please (please) I can barely make it on these streets (these streets) 'Cause I got a couple mouths to feed My baby's in dire need So I'm thinking 'bout robbin' a bank today Robbin' a bank today I'm thinking 'bout robbin' a bank today Robbin' a bank today (real talk) Baby mama's at home and fussin' (fussin') Callin' up my mobile, cussin' (cussin') Always yappin' about this and that But she really don't be talkin' 'bout nothin' Somebody take my pain away (Take my pain away) Take my pain away (please) Somebody take my pain away (hey) Take my pain away (I can't take it) [Chorus: x2] Somebody just broke in my ride (ride) Snatched up everything inside (inside) Even got my forty-five How am I supposed to survive When I know that my stereo's taken away Stereo's taken away? When I know that my stereo's taken away (I need my music, man!) Stereo's taken away (hey) Gas prices are way too high Rich people are way too fly And I'm where I wanna be in my life But why am I so behind? Is it 'cause I'm wasting my time away Wasting my time away? Is it 'cause I'm wasting my time away (too lazy) Wasting my time away? (I can't help it) My grand mama's nerves are bad (bad) And everybody in the hood is mad (mad) 'Cause President Bush could give a damn about our ass So I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say (Don't say nothin') Shit that he has to say I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say Shit that he has to say (woo) Troops gone, and we still at war (war) Nobody even really knows what for (what for) Even more I'm scared to find what the world really has in store 'Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (it's not promised, man) Tomorrow's not promised today 'Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (Live like today could be your last, man!) Tomorrow's not promised today (hey) [Chorus: x4] |
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| 4:41 |
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[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love Runaway love [Verse 1 - Ludacris] Now little Lisa is only 9 years old She's trying to figure out why the world is so cold Why she's all alone and ain't neva met her family Mama's always gone and she never met her daddy Part of her is missing and nobody will listen Mama is on drugs getting high up in the kitchen Bringing home men at different hours of the night Starting with some laughs -- usually ending in a fight Sneaking in her room while her mama's knocked out Trying to have his way and little Lisa says 'ouch' She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own Forced to think that hell is a place called home Nothing else to do but get some clothes and pack She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back. [Hook - Mary J. Blige] Runaway love [x8] [Verse 2 - Ludacris] Little Nicole is only 10 years old She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike her Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises Teachers ask questions she making up excuses Bleeding on the inside, crying on the out It's only one girl really knows what she about Her name is lil Stacy and they become friends Promise that they always be tight 'til the end Until one day lil Stacy gets shot A drive by bullet went stray up on her block Now Nicole stuck up in the world on her own Forced to think that hell is a place called home Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back. [Hook - Mary J. Blige] Runaway love [x8] [Verse 3 - Ludacris] Little Erica is eleven years old She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold So she pops x to get rid of all the pain 'Cause she's having sex with a boy who's sixteen Emotions run deep and she thinks she's in love So there's no protection he's using no glove Never thinking 'bout the consequences of her actions Living for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction The days go by and her belly gets big The father bails out he ain't ready for a kid Knowing her mama will blow it all outta proportion Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion Erica is stuck up in the world on her own Forced to think that hell is a place called home Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack She say she's about to run away and never come back. [Hook - Mary J. Blige] Runaway love [repeats 'til end] |
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| 7:07 |
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[Intro]
Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend) We gon' do one more offerin right now We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes And we gon' do one mo', right after that Yes, women you lookin so very beautiful here today Some of you with the same thang on from the club last night(oh) The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away Please Lord Jesus I wish you'd taketh away Sister Mary's wig Oh you disrespectin the House of God with that thing on It don't even look real; aww, it's testimony time Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears Go on and testify [Ludacris] Lord, please forgive me for the mistakes I've made And thanks for keepin my momma safe when she wrecked my Escalade See I could replace a Cadillac but I can't replace my momma I'm sorry for the hip-hop beefs, we sorry for the drama But you gotta understand us rappers ain't never had nothin And one's loss is another's gain so we gotta grab somethin Lord, got so many questions I need the answers to And sorry for the thangs I put my baby's mama through I feel that women are really the strongest human beings but why do you make 'em so emotional, and other minor things I guess it's your way of sayin we gotta love 'em and gotta praise 'em cause without 'em we'd be nothin, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em while we, out and about and seein what life has to offer But if you offer a new life then what we need is better fathers Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin sense And I've been... [Chorus One] Searchin so looooong, I was lost in the clouds I'm tryna stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud It took me some tiiiiime, but now I see That Heeeee resiiiiides, in me yeahhhhh yeah [Ludacris] Lord, forgive me for anytime a fan said I was bein rude I'm only human, I'm not always in the best of moods But thanks for givin the gift of rap to write my feelings down And sorry for cursin sometimes but feelings make me shout 'em out Forgive the people that wanna blame everything on rap music If they didn't live it they can't relate or even adapt to it Forgive those who don't think I'm great and wanna see me go Forgive Oprah for editin most my comments off her show Don't get me wrong, I know some people got a image to hold But those who criticize the youth might just be gettin too old We still travellin through life, findin what's right or wrong I know some folks may not agree or even like this song But I'm just speakin MY truth, cause I heard it sets you free And my conversation's with God, even though he speaks through me I'm smarter cause of my daughter, and I'm NOT too dense I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin sense And I've been... [Chorus One] [Ludacris - over Chorus One] I've been searchin so long I admit that I've been lost in them clouds I'm just tryna stay strong baby You know I'ma make you proud I know life is full of contradictions I'm tryna become a better man Prayin for redemption, each and every day (Hallelujah, as the choir sings) [Chorus Two: sung by choir] Searchin so looooong (so long) lost in the clouuuuuds (in the clouds) Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud! Took me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee (oh now I see) Heeeee resiiiides, in me (yeah) (Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest in the house tonight Came with some words of encouragement, Bishop Eddie Long) [Chorus Two - repeat 2X, minus ad libs] [Outro: Bishop Eddie Lee Long] What you just heard is real life It's real life for you, it's real life for many It's about where you been, yet at the same time you Ay, you find yourself, in the midst of conflict and turmoil Yes I'm talkin to you, in the midst of conflict and turmoil Cause you realize HEY - it's, time to change right now And in the middle of that I wanna say this The Bible says that when I was a child, I spoke as a child I understood as a child, I fought as a child Hey, but when I became a man I put away those, childish things Did you not know that your environment has shaped you? Where you were born, in the projects, in the ghettoes In the upper downtown, wherever it was The people around you, the things around you cause you to do strange things because, you were seeking to learn But what you learned, was on the streets, and not in the book God called you a prophet When you open up your mouth, everything of God comes out And it commands attention, it commands change I'm talking about the power, that's inside of you And in the midst when you're, starting to understand that I caught the wrong message, and now it's time I'm hearing from God, what amazing experience, as you hear from God He said, "Is there forth any man be in Christ, he is a new creation" Old things are passed away, somebody needs to hear that and behold Everything becomes new, and when everything becomes new in you It's time to stop the killing I said it's time to stop the stealing It's time to stop disrespecting our women It's time for us to come home and raise our children It's time for us, to really mold our communities It's time for us, not to get hooked up in religion But to get hooked up in relationship, with God And the amazing thing about it is wherever you find yourself right now, you can confess and you can tell God "I'm sorry; I had the wrong cue, I was doing the wrong thing I was going after things that I thought were right, but it wasn't right And now that I'm getting it right, I'm asking you to forgive me And I may have done the things, that they said I did But I'm not, who they say I am; I am who you made me to be and I'm changing in that, and it takes a few moments But every time I fall down, I'll get right back up And every time I make a wrong turn, I'll get myself back in line Because I recognize, I have been called, for such a time as this!" You can't resist the change And you're not condemned by your yesterday If you can grab hold of your now, and move in your destiny Move, change, and be, now! [Chorus Three: sung by choir] Searchin so looooong, lost in the clouuuuuds Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud! Took me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee Heeeee resiiiides (Heeee resiiiides) in me (in me yeahhhhh) |
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