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Bombpops – Notre Dame Lyrics


Well it seems like things are getting worse
You’re the black cat on my path, you’ve crossed me and I’m cursed
I’m a victim and you’re the plague
There’s no cure and I’m left conscious but I’m dying in decay

Like the flames to Notre Dame, nothing sacred here is safe
I’ve exhausted all my prayers here on these pews
And all the past lives that I’ve lived somehow led me here to this
It’s taken centuries for me to get to you

I believed all of your lies
When you told me what was yours, one day would be mine
Now I’m out here in the cold
And I’ll wait right here for you and watch this tragedy unfold

Like the flames to Notre Dame, nothing sacred here is safe
I’ve exhausted all my prayers here on these pews
And all the past lives that I’ve lived somehow led me here to this
It’s taken centuries for me to get to you

Like the flames to Notre Dame, nothing sacred here is safe
I’ve exhausted all my prayers here on these pews
And all the past lives that I’ve lived somehow led me here to this
It’s taken centuries for me to get to you
It’s taken centuries for me to get to you
It’s taken centuries for me to get to you


Rick Ross – Powers That Be (feat. Nas) (Rather You Than Me Album)


"The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there’s not!
There’s not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin’ Ross, Lord as my witness
And when a nigga says Lord as my witness a nigga tellin’ the truth
You don’t lie after you say Lord as my witness
Did you ever hear OJ say ‘Lord as my witness?’
No, he ain’t go that far
Said ‘I didn’t do it, ‘ hired Johnnie Cochran, but he ain’t never say ‘Lord as my witness.’"
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Went to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
Corner stores, way to uphold all these wonderful laws
So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I’m strapped as we speak
Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
But what’s funny are the ones that we put the guns to
Fuck ’em all, kill or be killed, it’s still a thug rule
Back of class, high on grass, ’til I said "fuck school!"
What’s meant to be is meant to be, I rather you than me
Die with pride, forty shells on the murder scene
Rolls Royce leather stitching in the steering wheel
Ninth album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I still be dealing dope
Probably would if you’re talking like fifty or more
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
So creative, co-creator, family the motivator
Project buildings, lot of feeling, karma my codefendant
Pot to piss in, not a ribbon, never forgot a Christmas
Father figure not around, that’s such a major difference
I would play with all my homies’ gifts
I understood I didn’t wanna trip
The lack of didn’t tap my confidence
Matter fact that’s how I mastered a couple things
Went from not having, to sheer opulence
Maybach with the drapes like an apartment in it
Whole hood know it, only one that’s white on white
Name ringing like DJ Clue on a Friday night
Just got some real estate out in Dubai
Nation of Islam, they say I may have a few ties
Talking tall brothers with the dark shades
Shed light, bringing niggas out the dark age
Sitting in the court with a sharp fade
Having sentimental thoughts about this Caucasian
Six million in the hole, still feeling short-changed
Reprimanded by someone who’s snorting cocaine
Frank Hampton was an angel, may his name ring
Crackers wanna kill me for the same thing
Ain’t no financial aid out in Notre Dame
Activist sipping Actavis, tryna pour away
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
You know how it is
New levels, new devils
The cheddar breed jealousy
At hella speed but it’s whatever
Mercedes driver
85’er, enlightener, collapsable sun visor
The half moon identifies
The son of God, son of man
Son of Sam, young with the blam
Stick or get stuck, get killed to get buck
A blessing of luck
I love all, test me, trust not
Above all but young niggas address me as such
Like Hannibal Barker, running through Carthage
Pan of our watches, conquer the nonsense, conquering lion
Armée var, Son, God combined in one
Most prolific, you off point
Like the coke addicted lawyer, Klienfeldt’s gun
Tell the waiter bring over that Moscow Mule
Tell them haters get over it, Nas still rules
To money makers and niggas who murk you out
And beat the death penalty on reversal trial
Niggas versatile
Some things your eyes won’t see (Uh, yeah)
But when it’s out of your control (Uh, yeah)
Then it’s the powers that be, be (Uh, yeah)
He he he he he, la la la la la la (Uh, yeah)
He he he he he, la la la la la la (Yeah, yeah)
Some things your eyes can’t see
But when it’s out of your control
Then it’s the powers that be, be
He he he he he, la la la la la la


RICK ROSS – Powers That Be lyrics


“The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there’s not! There’s not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin’ Ross, Lord as my witness. And when a nigga says Lord as my witness a nigga tellin’ the truth. You don’t lie after you say Lord as my witness. Did you ever hear OJ say ‘Lord as my witness?’ No, he ain’t go that far. Said ‘I didn’t do it’ but he ain’t never say ‘Lord as my witness.’”

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah

Went to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
Corner stores, wait up, hold all these wonderful laws
So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I’m strapped as we speak
Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
But what’s funny are the ones that we put the guns to
Fuck ’em all, kill or be killed, it’s still a thug rule
Back of class, high on grass, ’til I said “fuck school!”
What’s meant to be is meant to be, I rather you than me
Die with pride, forty shells on the murder scene
Rolls Royce leather stitching in the steering wheel
Ninth album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I still be dealing dope
Probably would if you’re talking like fifty or more

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah

So creative, co-creator, family the motivator
Project buildings, lot of feeling, karma my codefendant
Pot to piss in, not a ribbon, never forgot a Christmas
Father figure not around, that’s such a major difference
I would play with all my homies’ gifts
I understood I didn’t wanna trip
The lack of didn’t tap my confidence
Matter fact that’s how I mastered a couple things
Went from not having to sheer opulence
Maybach with the drapes like an apartment in it
Whole hood know it, only one that’s white on white
Name ringing like DJ Clue on a Friday night
Just got some real estate out in Dubai
Nation of Islam, they say I might have a few ties
Talking tall brothers with the dark shades
Shed light, bringing niggas out the dark age
Sitting in the court with a sharp fade
Having sentimental thoughts about this Caucasian
Six million in the hole, still feeling short-changed
Reprimanded by someone who’s snorting cocaine
Frank Hampton was an angel, may his name ring
Crackers wanna kill me for the same thing
Ain’t no financial aid out in Notre Dame
Activist sipping Actavis, tryna pour away

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah

You know how it is
New levels, new devils
The cheddar breed jealousy, at hella speed but it’s whatever
Mercedes driver
85’er, enlightener, collapsable sun visor
The half moon identifies
The son of God, son of man
Son of Sam, young with the blam
Stick or get stuck, get killed to get buck
A blessing of luck
I love all, test me, trust not
Above all but young niggas address me as such
Like Hannibal Barker, running through Carthage
Pan of our watches, conquer the nonsense, conquering lion
Armée var, Son, God combined in one
Most prolific, you off point
Like the coke addicted lawyer, Klienfeldt’s gun
Tell the waiter bring over that Moscow Mule
Tell them haters get over it, Nas still rules
To money makers and niggas who murk you out
And beat the death penalty on reversal trial
Niggas versatile

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Some things your eyes won’t see
But when it’s out of your control
Then it’s the powers that be, be
He he he he he, la la la la la la
He he he he he, la la la la la la
Some things your eyes can’t see
But when it’s out of your control
Then it’s the powers that be, be


Action Bronson – Durag Vs. Headband (feat. Big Body Bes) letras

October 21, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
(uh-uh)
It’s me, it’s me
(uh-uh)
I was hatched in ’83
Fuckin’ standing like the Notre Dame logo right now
Just leave this shit, man

[Verse 1]
If I choose the right horse, I’ma buy a white Porsche
Never take the night off, saying that my mind’s off
Ever since I came out I been handing pain out
Fold a wire-hanger through your nose
Take your brain out, hey now
On the stage I’m like great balls of fire
One more year I’ll be on ‘Late George’, retired
Big steak like a cheap tire
Season up some biceps and throw ’em in deep fryer

[Hook]
I been hot since I was this big, yeah
I been hot since I was this big, stupid

[Verse 2]
I’m sick like feeding squirrels the summer in a bubble jacket
If this was ’96 I def had The Tunnel packed in
Big beard like I’m lumberjackin’
Mash the petal of the 850
Sound like the thunder cracking
I’m in a club with a condom on
All Under Armour on

[Big Body Bes]
And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW

[Verse 3]
Microphone attached to my hand so I can dance my little heart out
Don’t make me bring the white guitar out
Like the one in Wayne’s World
That was shining in the window
Since 13 I been a nympho
Fuck That’s Delicious on box set
Me and my mans smoking on big drugs and feasting on the ox leg
Stand in the store with twenty Achmed’s ‘zookas on shoulders
Hundreds pounds of C4 in a stroller
Z4s roll up, shit’s cold, I think I need a ricola
I just dropped a million kroner I’m a stoner
You lack culture, I’m a psychedelic image of a black vulture Trapped inside a past soldier

[Break]
I just blew my motherfuckin’ high, man. Holy shit
I been hot since I was this big, motherfucker

[Big Body Bes]
And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
Albanian style, I wanna die by machine gun