Tag: Vietnam


Jay Critch – I’m Buggin Lyrics


[Intro]
M-M-Money
Jay Critch, hood fav
I think these stupid niggas thought it was over
Yo get 12, I think these stupid niggas thought it was over yo, aye, hey

[Chorus]
I really got on some boss shit, I swear that these little niggas is runners
Move through the streets real cautious, he try to play then we putting him under
Had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it's doing numbers
Ballin' I feel like the number one stunna
f*ck it I'm wildin' out for the whole summer
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, f*ck it I'm wildin' hit that with no rubber
He try to pull me but I had that thang on, f*ck it I'm wildin' dip under covers
f*ck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
f*ck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
f*ck it I'm wildin' they ducking no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble

[Verse]
Let me tell you how I grew in a jungle
When I was young, always wanted to hustle
Downtown looking like it's Royal Rumble
Make niggas run DMC, no Russell
I'm in the back of the Benz smoking truffles
Whole book bag full of chips like Ruffles
In the book bag got a clip like, (boom)
Niggas ain't worried bout no little scuffle
Like I ain't get this shit all off the muscle
It's 30 gang, got the brains in the muscle
He called the police so we ain't gonna touch you
She said I'm lame, bitch I ain't wanna touch you
Young nigga had to get used to the bag
Nigga got rich I ain't even have a mixtape
Nigga got rich I was only 18, couldn't even go in the club get shitfaced

Diamonds they drunk and they dance, yeah shitfaced
Can't bring the tool, we got in with the switchblades
Brodie got hot in the hood, had to switch states
Nigga I ain't rapping, I'm just talking 'bout life
Worry bout M's, niggas worried bout ice
When you getting cheese, better worry 'bout mice
And I'm in the V thinking 'bout my guys
I'm in LV getting way too fly
Niggas in between trying to play both sides
But they know a nigga having real mob ties
How you with the gang if you ain't gon ride
Can't f*ck with him cause he ain't on time
Big bucks nigga, I remember them dimes
I'm with a baddie she asking my sign
I'm blowing up, I ain't wasting no time
World war shit like it's Vietnam
[Chorus]
I really got on some boss shit, I swear that these little niggas is runners
Move through the streets real cautious, he try to play then we putting him under
Had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it's doing numbers
Ballin' I feel like the number one stunna
f*ck it I'm wildin' out for the whole summer
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, f*ck it I'm wildin' hit that with no rubber
He try to pull me but I had that thang on, f*ck it I'm wildin' dip under covers
f*ck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
f*ck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
f*ck it I'm wildin' they ducking no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble


Walls – Promesas Lyrics


[Letra de "Promesas"]

[Intro]
Yeh, yeh
No, no, no, no, no, no
W-A-L-L-S
Yeh

[Verso 1]
Ya sé que puedo, que nunca me ha supuesto ninguna dificultad
Ya sé que quiero, pero a veces hay que pensar mucho antes de actuar
Y sé que no debo, que solo me guío basado en mi instinto animal
Coger otro beat pa' partirlo de nuevo y así consagrar mi lugar. Yee
Son mi guerreros me afilan las armas antes que salga a luchar
Son mi fratellos me llenan el suelo para que yo pueda pasar
Me quitan las piedras me parten las ramas y apartan las espinas de mi rosal
Me facilitan el camino del cual yo creía que no iba a poder escapar
Y ahora me muevo entre canciones que aquí me salen
Y claro que me gustaría ser un Rolling pero en la lengua no me queda ni un pelo
Y tengo los ojos abiertos a medias ya es suficiente para decir que te quiero
Vamos a escupir el orgullo en un vaso y ahogarnos en copas que tengan tan solo dos hielos
Y si me muero dile que me deje el alma antes de cara al ruedo
Y tenía el corazón de la armada invencible pero habilidad de velero
Que todavía me costaba andar y andaba obsesionado con alzar el vuelo
Que hay muchos cementerios pa' dos valientes y muchas promesas pa' tan poco cielo
[Estribillo]
Por mi, por ti, por todo lo que nos queda
Por ti, por mi, por to' lo que hemos pasao'
Oh shit, oh shit, ¿te has fijado en como suena?
La music quien diría que en la vida habría pegao' yeah yeah

[Verso 2]
Y hoy te escribo otra coartada, otra mentira maquillada, son casi las tres llevo dos letras borradas, esto no es exigencia esto es presión acumulada

Graba quien graba
Te ofrezco dos intentos lentos más que asegurada
Dispara dispara, mi mente fría me ha regalado una coraza blindada
Tu tan de M-Clan yo tan de Joey Badass
Tu tan de jugar yo de analizar esa jugada más singular que el vestuario de Lady Gaga
Mi lady Madrid, tiene la ciudad vigilada tiene la ciudad patrullada
Se vuelve un motivo si faltan las ganas se hace inspiración si la calle se encalla
¿Cómo voy a comer el mundo? Si a veces ni el del espejo me traga
No te explicas estás ojeras? Mejor ponte una base buena y espera mañana
Yo también quiero ser un Rockstar con la vida solucionada
Pero de momento soy otro escritor bohemio con un par de verdades grabadas
Y ahora tu mejilla se camufla en tu carrmín
Viviendo en Vietnam soñando en París
Haciendo todo lo posible para que lo imposible se cumpla por fin
Perdona todas las veces que he fallado me ha quedado claro que estoy condenado a sufrir
Perdona si no doy la cara la tengo todavía embobada mirándote a ti

[Estribillo]
Por mi, por ti, por todo lo que nos queda
Por ti, por mi, por to' lo que hemos pasao'
Oh shit, oh shit, ¿te has fijado en como suena?
La music quien diría que en la vida habría pegao'
Oh shit, oh shit ni 18 primaveras
Oh shit, oh shit y mira a donde hemos llegao'
Oh shit, oh shit y ahora es ella la que rema en contra de lo que los demas han hablao'
Ye ye


Dramatik – R.I.P. Lyrics


[Intro]
Celle-là c'est pour tout ceux et celles qui sont rendus dans l'au-delà partis trop tôt, et qui ont compris trop tard, you know? C'pour eux-autres, so là j'veux voir tous les briquets allumés, cellulaires dans les airs
Parce que ce soir on commémore

[Chorus]
Chut ! Silence pour tous mes homies
Qui sont morts trop tôt ou compris trop tard
Chaque soir on commémore, encore et encore
Le poing sur le Cœur, tous en choeur
Chut, silence pour tous mes homies
Qui sont morts trop tôt ou compris trop tard
Chaque soir on commémore, dans la rancœur
Mais ce soir je laisse aller, on va se revoir

[Verse 1]
Verse le forty sur le sol pour les homies qui sont morts
Pour ces mères qui pleurent qui font des overdoses de Tylenol
Les larmes touchent le ciment mais le ciment reste du ciment
Sans sentiment comme ces mineurs qui ont tiré sur le coeur de ton fiston
À Westmount, les résidents ils parlent de ski de fond
Ici, c’est le Vietnam, les résidents ils parlent de ce qu’ils te font
Black on black crime, puff des gros dime chaque soir
Pack des gats, éclatent ta boîte crânienne, t’es à plat t’es pâle
Les canons éjaculent, évacuent cette rage
T’es mort, j’ai des remords, j’ai pas pu être là
En tournée obligé, occupé à performer
On disait que tu bad trippais, moi je disais il est fait fort mais
Quand la pression éclate les épaules, ça atteint le coeur
Personne n’a osé jeter l’éponge ou appeler le docteur
Admets que l’orgueil nous empêche de crier S.O.S
La je répands tes cendres du Nord au Sud et de l’Est à l’Ouest
[Chorus]
Chut ! Silence pour tous mes homies
Qui sont morts trop tôt ou compris trop tard
Chaque soir on commémore, encore et encore
Le poing sur le Cœur, tous en choeur
Silence pour tous mes homies
Qui sont morts trop tôt ou compris trop tard
Chaque soir on commémore, dans la rancœur
Mais ce soir je laisse aller, on va se revoir

[Verse 2]
Tous les moments historiques laissent ta maman hystérique
À genoux par terre et crie redonnez-moi mon fils unique
La mère est agenouillée comme Marie devant le Christ
Quand je vois des beefs pour des conneries ça m’arrive d’être en criss

Tout peut paraître chill, tu passes tes jours à fumer d’l’herbe
Juste une erreur et c’est la journée funéraire
Une éternité en boîte, y a rien de cool là-dedans
T’es parti pour l’argent au milieu des ouragans
La température change de nature, prends ton armure
Tu te pensais rassurant, dans ta voiture, plus grande que nature
Maintenant que t’évacue, pop! Dans la rue
Meurs c’pas une rumeur
C’est real, tu peux le feel, le sentir comme une tumeur
À chaque jour on vit un suicide assisté
Parce que la malbouffe c’est légal, malgré les risques assez élevés
D’ACV, ha c’est vrai, on le sait mais on est borné
Combien de bébés sont mort-nés, ce soir on va les border
[Chorus]
Chut ! Silence pour tous mes homies
Qui sont morts trop tôt ou compris trop tard
Chaque soir on commémore, encore et encore
Le poing sur le Cœur, tous en choeur
Silence pour tous mes homies
Qui sont morts trop tôt ou compris trop tard
Chaque soir on commémore, dans la rancœur
Mais ce soir je laisse aller, on va se revoir

[Verse 3]
Pour ces âmes je dis rest in peace
D’ici là, on est où est-ce que c’est plus restreint qu’une prison
Pour ces choses qu’on n’peut changer faudrait qu’on prie
Car l’aura de l’au-delà reste incompris
La vie est courte, rien n’est sur à part la mort
Claustrophobe ou pas on va tous passer par la morgue
J’sais que t’es fâché, mais c’est une étape comme l’adolescence
Pense pas au futur imparfait demain n’est jamais présent
Ce soir on est ensemble et on commémore
Verse une pluie de whisky rest in peace aux homies morts
Ils sont partis sans leur jeep, zéro chaîne, ni montre en or
La vie est définie, on quitte pour des raisons qu’on ignore

[Chorus]
Chut ! Silence pour tous mes homies
Qui sont morts trop tôt ou compris trop tard
Chaque soir on commémore, encore et encore
Le poing sur le Cœur, tous en choeur
Silence pour tous mes homies
Qui sont morts trop tôt ou compris trop tard
Chaque soir on commémore, dans la rancœur
Mais ce soir je laisse aller, on va se revoir


Lendakaris Muertos – Veteranos De La Kale Borroka Lyrics


Yo no estuve en Vietnam
Yo no estuve en Camboya
Yo no me cargué amarillos
Pero me dieron muchas ostias

Yo no estuve en el golfo
No estuve en las Malvinas
Anda, dame una aspirina
Me ha chundao la policía

Soy un veterano de la kale borroka
Exigo compensación, aunque sea media pensión
Soy un veterano de la kale borroka
Dame mi pensión o te parto la boca, cabrón!


Matildas crush Vietnam to stand on verge of Olympic qualification


Sydney 2000

Sam Kerr led the way as Australia routed Vietnam 5-0 in the first leg of the women’s Olympic football tournament play-off in Newcastle.

Key points:

  • The Matildas should have won by a larger margin, spurning numerous goalscoring chances
  • The win came in the first leg of Australia’s Olympic football qualifier, with the second leg on Wednesday in Vietnam
  • A win on aggregate will see the Matildas qualify for the Games for the fourth time, following success in 2000, 2004 and 2016.

Star striker Kerr took just 10 minutes to get the scoring underway and added a second from the penalty spot on 80 minutes as the Matildas virtually locked up their ticket to July’s Tokyo Olympics.

Kerr’s opener was followed by further first-half goals from Chloe Logarzo and Newcastle-born Emily van Egmond.

The Matildas carved out a hatful of chances in an open match, although Vietnam had a couple of bright moments in attack and notably Pham Thi Tuoi spurned a golden opportunity to draw the visitors level during the early stages.

External Link:

The Matildas tweet: .@samkerr1 scores goal number 40 for @TheMatildas! #WeAreMatildas @AUSvVIE

Australia should have won by a larger margin and missed numerous goalscoring chances in front of a crowd of 14,014.

Caitlin Foord hit the post, Kyah Simon had a shot blocked off the line and Van Egmond spurned a couple of golden openings.

It took until midway through the second half before Australia added to their advantage as defender Clare Polkinghorne swept home a low cross for a rare goal.

Having won all seven previous matches against Vietnam, Wednesday’s second leg in Cam Pha should be a formality in terms of Olympic qualification for the Australians who are chasing a fourth Games appearance.

AAP

Source: https://www.abc.net.au/news


Stevie Wonder – Front Line Lyrics


Play this song

[Verse 1]
I am a veteran of the war
I up and joined the army back in 1964
At sixteen I just had to be a man at any cost
I volunteered for Vietnam where I got my leg shot off

[Pre-Chorus]
I recall a quote from a movie that said “Who’s more a man
Than a man with a reason that’s worth dying for”

[Chorus]
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead

[Verse 2]
They gave me a uniform and a tiny salty pill
To stop the big urge I might have for the wrong kind of thrill
They put a gun in my hand and said, “Shoot until he’s dead
But it’s hard to kill when ‘please, I’m your friend’ echoes through your head

[Pre-Chorus]
Brought up in church taught no man should take another’s life
But then put in a jungle where life has no price

[Chorus]
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead

[Bridge]
Back in the world the paper reads today
Another war is in the brewing
But what about the lives of yesterday
And the many happy families that have been ruined

[Verse 3]
My niece is a hooker and my nephew’s a junkie too
But they say I have no right to tell them how they should do
They laugh and say “Quit bragging” ’bout the war you should never have been in
But my mind is so brain-washed I’d probably go back and do it again

[Pre-Chorus]
I walk the neighborhood parading my purple heart
With a fear of agent orange that no one will stop, no

[Chorus]
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead, yeah
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
Now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead
Could you believe I do?
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
They had me standing on the front line
But now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead


A$AP Ferg – Not The Boy Lyrics


[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Set it on fire
Let it go up in flames
Set it on fire
Let it go up in flames)

[Chorus]
Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
Designer boy, better make your momma moist
Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
Designer boy, better make your momma moist

[Verse 1]
She the bomb, told me she from Vietnam
Feed her charms try to tell her keep it calm
Tiffany’s LV-utton
I’ma eat, where the grey poupon
I’m in the streets tryna get some croutons
I’m in the beam settin’ with the roof gone
My enemies hate me cause I’m too on
She gon’ get to choose on

[Interlude]
Set it on fire
Let it go up in flames
Set it on fire
Let it go up in flames

[Verse 2]
You wanna fuck me, where your friends at
Mommy, I ain’t gon’ lie girl them thighs got me tempted
We can do it in the kitchen
Whip cream on the side, you could get it need the chitlins
Baby I can see the vision
We could do it on the road, Jay-Z Big Pimpin’
Come on momma why you riffin’?
Go and bust that ass while I laugh, Eddie Griffin

[Chorus]
Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
Designer boy, better make your momma moist
Brought the boys, nigga you are not the boy
Llama boy, you don’t want no drama boy
Whole shoes, nigga you are not the choice
Designer boy, better make your momma moist


Eminem – On Fire


[Intro]
You know, critics, man
Critics never got nothing nice to say, man
You know the one thing I notice about critics, man
Is critics never ask me how my day went
Well I’mma tell ’em

[Verse 1]
Yesterday my dog died
I hog tied a ho
Tied her in a bow
Said "Next time you blog, try to spit a flow"
You wanna criticize, dog? Try a little mo’
I’m so tired of this I could blow
Fire in the hole
I’m fired up
So fire up the lighter and the dro
Better hold on a little tighter, here I go
Flows tighter
Hot headed as Ghost Rider
Cold hearted as Spiderman throwing a spider in the snow
So you better get lower
Than Florida
Inside of a lowrider
With no tires, in a hole
Why am I like this? Why is winter cold
Why is it when I talk I’m so biased to the hoes
Listen dog
Christmas is off
This is as soft as it gets
This isn’t golf
This is a blistering assault
Those are your wounds, this is the salt
So get lost
Shit, dissing me is just like pissing off
The Wizard of Oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze
Beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the scissors and saws
And cut out your livers, gizzards, and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean
In a blizzard with Jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw
Then describe how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the gall
To make Chris piss in his drawers
Tickle him, go to his grave
Skip him, and visit his dog

[Hook]
(You’re on fire)
Thats how you know you’re on a roll
Cause when you’re hot its like you’re burning up
Everyone else’s cold
(You’re on fire)
Man, I’m so fucking sick
I got ambulances pulling me over and shit
(You’re on fire)
You need to stop, drop, and roll
Cause when you say the shit to get
The whole Hip Hop shop to blow
(You’re on fire, you’re on fire)

[Verse 2]
I just put a bullshit hook
In between two long-ass verses
If you mistook this for a song, look
This ain’t a song, it’s a warning to Brooke
Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just took over, so book
Run as fast as you can
Stop writing and kill it
I’m lightning in a skillet
You’re a fucking flash in the pan
I pop up, you bitches scatter like hot grease splashing a fan
Mr. Mathers is the man
Yeah, I’m pissed
But I would rather take this energy and stash it in a can
Come back and whip your ass with it again
Saliva’s like sulfuric acid in your hand
It’ll eat through anything, metal, the ass of Iron Man
Turn him into plastic
So for you to think that you could stand a fucking chance
Is asinine
Yeah, ask Denaun, man
Hit a blind man
With a coloring book
And told him color inside the lines
Or get hit with a flying crayon
Fuck it, I ain’t playing
Pull up in a van
And hop out at a homeless man
Holding a sign saying
"Vietnam vet", I’m out my fucking mind man
Kick over the can
Beat his ass, and leave him 9 grand
So if I seem a little mean to you
This ain’t savage
You ain’t never seen a brute
You want to get graphic
We can go the scenic route
You couldn’t make a bulimic puke
On a piece of fucking corn and peanut poop
Saying you sick
Quit playing, you prick
Don’t nobody care
And why the fuck am I yelling at air
I ain’t even talking to no one
‘Cause ain’t nobody there
Nobody will fucking test me
‘Cause these hoes won’t even dare
I’m wasting punchlines, but I got so many to spare
I just thought of another one that might go here
Naw, don’t waste it
Save it, psycho, yeah
Plus you got to rewrite those lines
That you said about Michael’s hair
(Woops)

[Hook]
(You’re on fire)
Thats how ya know you’re on a roll
Cause when you’re hot its like you’re burnin up
Everyone else’s cold
(You’re on fire)
Man, I’m so hot
My motherfucking firetruck’s on fire, homie
(You’re on fire)
Ya need to stop drop and roll
‘Cause when you say the shit to get
The whole hip hop shop to blow
You’re on fire
You’re on fire
You’re on fire


Green Day – Bang Bang lyrics


[Intro]
“This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution. “
“…of men, they claimed responsibility for the executions. “
“Described as severely mentally disturbed.”
“It appears to show another hostage executed by the terrorist group.”
“Deserve to be annihilated.”

[Verse 1]
I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager,
I wanna dance like I’m on the video.
I got a fever for the violent behavior,
I’m sweatin’ bullets like a modern Romeo.

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame!
Shoot me up to entertain,
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy.
You’re dead, I’m well fed!
Give me death or give me head,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.

[Verse 2]
I testify like a lullaby of memories,
Broadcasting live and it’s on my radio.
I got my photobomb, I got my Vietnam,
I love a lie just like anybody else.

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame!
Shoot me up to entertain,
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy.
You’re dead, I’m well fed!
Give me death or give me head,
Broadcasting from my room and playin’ with my toys.
I wanna be a celebrity martyr,
The leading man in my own private drama.
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.

[Bridge]
I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen,
It’s my private movie (holy war).
Oh baby, baby, this is Viva Vendetta,
Oh this is love or it’s World War Zero.

[Chorus]
I wanna be a celebrity martyr,
The leading man in my own private drama.
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.
I wanna be a celebrity martyr,
The leading man in my own private drama.
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.


Green Day – Bang Bang (Lyric Video)


[Intro]
This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution. …of men, they claimed responsibility for the executions. Described as severely mentally disturbed. Videos show another hostage executed by the terrorist group. Deserve to be annihilated.

[Verse 1]
I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager
I wanna dance like I’m on the video
I got a fever for the violent behavior
I’m sweatin’ bullets like a modern Romeo
[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You’re dead, I’m well fed
Give me death or give me head
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

[Verse 2]
I testify like a lullaby of memories
Broadcasting live and it’s on my radio
I got my photobomb, I got my Vietnam
I love a lie just like anybody else

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You’re dead, I’m well fed
Give me death or give me head
Broadcasting from my room and playin’ with my toys
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

[Bridge]
I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen
It’s my private movie (Holy War)
Oh baby, baby, this is Viva Vendetta
Oh this is love or it’s World War Zero

[Chorus]
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier


Run The Jewels – Talk To Me (Run The Jewels 3 Album)


[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the Devil and Shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, heard a plane hijack
Government did that like they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I’m doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
Goddammit, it’s a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born Black, that’s dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these #AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

[Interlude]
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits
(RTJ3 motherfuckers)

[Verse 2: El-P]
Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I’d whisper?
When you’re safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?
You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I’m on par with the best ever took the gig
I’m a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I’m the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
Don’t flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good ’cause I’m smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love

[Interlude 2]
I told y’all suckers, I told y’all suckers. I told y’all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me. So here we go, RTJ3

[Outro]
Talk to me
(RTJ)
Talk to me


Little Simz – LMPD (feat. Chronixx) (Stillness In Wonderland Album)


[Refrain: Little Simz]
Mentally enslaved
Mentally deranged
Mental doesn’t change
Rental isn’t paid
Why do you pretend to live everyday?
We are not the same
Is that all I tell myself to make me feel better?
What have I become?

[Hook: Little Simz and Chronixx]
Have I let my people down?
Let my people down
Have I let my people down yeah?
Have I let my people down yeah?
Have I let my people down?
My people down
Never, never let my people down
Never let my people down
Never let my people down
Never let my people

[Verse 1: Chronixx]
I’m not half the man Marley was
Still nuh heard the voice of Garvey calling us
And Luther King’s soul is still patiently waiting for his dreams to come true because it feels like the same ting again
Still I fight fire with fire, streets still hot like fire
What’s the matter with matter?
Still marching, screaming black lives matter
And so many people trying to be an activist in society
These days what we really need is active spirituality
Cuh Bob done fight already, X done fight already
And-a Rosa Parks make we flying first class nice and steady
So if you want to fight that fight again then alright, my baby
But after the revolution must come the evolutionaries
Ali deny Vietnam and stand firm, real and strong
Today our fight is to activate all the pineal glands
Of the youts in the streets weh nuh eat from morning
Provide them with a meal and songs
Wah mek them feel what me feel
When mi see Jah Jah open the seal and me know me never
Let my people down

[Refrain: Little Simz]
Mentally deranged
Mental doesn’t change
Rental isn’t paid
Why do you pretend to live every day?
We are not the same
Is that all I tell myself to make me feel better?
What have I become?

[Verse 2: Little Simz]
I’m not half the woman Maya was
Still I hear the voice of Nina here guiding us
We’re running out of legends
I know they look from the heavens down on me
I can’t let them down
The people that are meant to be protecting us are killing us
The people that are meant to be protecting us are killing us
Anxiety and adrenaline, I know you feel the rush
Do you hear me now?

[Hook: Little Simz and Chronixx]
Never let my people down
Never, never let my people down
No, no
You say
Never let my people down
Never let my people down
Never let my people


Aaron Rose – The Art Of Sole (Elixir Album)


[Intro]
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I’m the J57
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

[Verse 1]
It has been a long time coming, ever since my farther [?]
I knew that I would be something, the abundance of talents
I managed to perceive before I breath
Bit clear to me, I understand it, I’m granted
The life of art, the life I dream up in the dark
So then the light I spark arise of every two in which I thought
I would grow up to be, but hopefully the road I see
Would lead to greatness, so first I got to find the golden key
To rev the engine, the sector brain with no syringes
Open up the mind so first I got to disable the hinges
They block me out, I’m independ-
I’m trying to picture something up your gold
No I’m never talking for the glitter
They reminisce on the essence I see myself spit
The same thing I found myself with
The same thing connecting us through vibrations, I know you felt this
Feel like someone hit the rail switch
We just some freight trains, afraid to run off track
I took my own route, now I’m never coming back
And that’s a fact, in a universe full with opinions
So despicable, I’m ducking you internet minions
Your criticism ain’t nothing more than a comet
You should calm it down, ’cause I’m still viewed as a comet
And Steelo was a shooting star
So if you seen him, you know you were going far
Now here we are

[Hook]
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

[Verse 2]
This is the moment I’m breaking my inhibition
Rejoicing the villain to know I fit with the description
I’ve done reflection when I’m looking up
You stand in front your mirror, do you see the same one?
We just begun this dynasty so they won’t be subside to me
I swear to God, I’m breaking through the tyrannies
To freelance a free man
So as I vividly paint you niggas my motion picture
I’m conjuring longevity with this potion Elixir
But momma told me to finish my food first, "You right"
So my dinner plate filling up after every bite
This appetite will make these wack rap niggas half as nice
Now double the work, you can get the bragging rights
To overshadow where I shine
But we both know, The Pros never be the cons, we a different kind
Even if you missed a line you won’t miss my prime
This is bombs of Baghdad mixed with Vietnam
Saddam Hussein, two tanks of propane won’t blow you niggas up
I am Cobain, fuck what you see in front
‘Cause a wise man will never speak
You just showing too much December
Dry your seed up before you could even grow it
A natural poet, on a road to entourages of the chosen
I’m started to grow my conscience, unlocking up every solar
Side, I used to conquer my life
But this a write to angel to momma, "Your son will still arrive"

[Hook]
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet
I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family
But they still falling out, feel like God playin’ me
I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me
The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet

[Outro]
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke
I paint a picture with the lines I stroke
They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke, nigga


Queen – Bicycle Race lyrics


Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

You say black, I say white
You say bark, I say bite
You say shark I say hey man
Jaws was never my scene
And I don’t like star wars
You say rolls, I say royce
You say God give me a choice
You say Lord, I say christ
I don’t believe in peter pan
Frankenstein or superman
All I wanna do is

Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my,
Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties, oh yeah!
Fat bottomed girls they’ll be riding today
So look out for those beauties, oh yeah!
On your marks get set go

Bi-cycle race, bi-cycle race, bi-cycle race
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle,
I want to ride my bicycle
Bicycle, bicycle bicycle (I want a)
Bicycle race.

You say coke, I say cain
You say john, I say wayne
Hot dog, I say cool it man! Don’t wanna be the President of America
You say smile, I say cheese
Cartier, I say please,
Income tax, I say Jesus.
I don’t wanna be a candidate for Vietnam or Watergate,
Cause all I wanna do is
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike,
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like.


Green Day – Bang Bang (At The American Music Awards 2016) (Live)


[Intro]
This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution. …of men, they claimed responsibility for the executions. Described as severely mentally disturbed. Videos show another hostage executed by the terrorist group. Deserve to be annihilated.

[Verse 1]
I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager
I wanna dance like I’m on the video
I got a fever for the violent behavior
I’m sweatin’ bullets like a modern Romeo
[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You’re dead, I’m well fed
Give me death or give me head
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

[Verse 2]
I testify like a lullaby of memories
Broadcasting live and it’s on my radio
I got my photobomb, I got my Vietnam
I love a lie just like anybody else

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You’re dead, I’m well fed
Give me death or give me head
Broadcasting from my room and playin’ with my toys
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier

[Bridge]
I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen
It’s my private movie (Holy War)
Oh baby, baby, this is Viva Vendetta
Oh this is love or it’s World War Zero

[Chorus]
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier
I wanna be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier


A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)


[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]


A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody Lyrics


[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]


A Tribe Called Quest – Ego Lyrics


[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]


A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody


[Intro]
Yea, Phife
For your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be gone
That’s the place left for dead, and cities end up war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that ass just for running through their lawn
Watch that shallow shallow man walk
Trinidadian love sprout into the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, the silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would enploy
And before he even squeaks it’s decided it’s Malik
Now, give him hope, give him care, raise him while his grandma there
Watch out mama, if you stare, live wide eyes will keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fist
Sometimes overbearing, though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spastic shit and cinematic we documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times, fight it out
Made race face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out
Damn

[Chorus]
Have you ever
Lost somebody
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you
(Bow wow, woof woof)
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would ever be writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know [?]
Soul so beautiful, [?] indisputable
Heart of the largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took the grip to Granny’s house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans leak, I’s never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue upstairs
Mailbox, bears, all our rhymes was never there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward, well took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black, Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying

[Break]

[Guitar solo: Jack White]


Run The Jewels – Talk to Me


[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the Devil and Shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, heard a plane hijack
Government did that like they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I’m doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
Goddammit, it’s a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born Black, that’s dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

[Interlude]
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits
(RTJ3 motherfuckers)

[Verse 2: El-P]
Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I’d whisper?
When you’re safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?
You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I’m on par with the best ever took the gig
I’m a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I’m the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
Don’t flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good ’cause I’m smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love

[Interlude 2]
I told y’all suckers, I told y’all suckers. I told y’all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me. So here we go, RTJ3

[Outro]
Talk to me
(RTJ)
Talk to me


Lloyd Banks – Salute (Halloween Havoc 3 Mixtape)


[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I’m ready for combat, a soldier on the front lines
Take it to the streets nigga mothafuck a punch line
It only take one time for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass singin’ like Keith Sweat
You ain’t met me yet, I been camouflaged in the bushes
And I’m co-signin 50 cause them niggas all pussy
Bustin’ shots at ya convoy, you don’t want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover, we comin’ pullin’ pins out of grenades
You won’t make it to the General without gettin’ sprayed
Might as well say hello to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out to put holes in grown men
You can send your troops and get ’em all blown back
Walk up on ’em wit a deuce deuce, and nigga hold that
BUCK!

[Hook: x2]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Look nigga, I suggest you go home
Cause I won’t hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
Nigga I’m never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby momma stop comin’ around here or I’m gon’ fuck her
We’ll try to take up for them lames around you
He’ll get shots for free like I flagrant fouled you
I’m on the road blowin’ grade A haze and brown
Got niggas runnin’ like the KKK’s around
My album’s comin’, a new year’s approaching
My buzz gettin’ bigger, a few ears is open
Can your team play in the game, without you here to coach ’em
There’s a very fine line between a pool and an ocean
Sometimes I’m in Atlanta where they Bankhead bounce
And you could come, but after you give Banks head bounce
These niggas really want war, cause if so put on your vest
Cause all you gotta do is just say yes

[Hook]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Outro: 50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
G-Unit’s like the Firm
Cause you can get in, you can’t get out
(This is G-Unit life right here, know what I’m sayin’
We used to sell drugs, you know bust guns and all the other
Now we’re laid back, now we doin’ us, we live it up
50 got us right, got us kicked up right now)