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Letras

Don't Know Why (Krayzie Bone)

Chorus
I want to hurt you i don't know why(4X)

Verse 1
Woke up this morning in a cemetery kinda weary
Looked over my shoulder and I seen somebody just been freshly buried
Was kinda scary cuz my shirt was soaked in blood man
Shovel in my hand so I had to be the one that dug that
But I had no knowledge
I don't remember even leavin the house man
Can't explain how I got here
It's like I was walkin but I was unconscious
But I had to be wallin
Cuz I seen the bloody machete ah
It was used on the victim to shred him up
Oh my god don't tell me I.....Oh shit
Something's going wrong I don't know whats going on
All I know was I was home then I woke up here alone
Wondering who was in that hole I ain't stickin around to know
My mind is blank and I'm so cold and I don't know which way to go
Runnin in the rain
I'm barely breathin more like wheezin
Runnin in the rain
How could this be what I was heavin
I made it to my house I closed the blinds and shut the door
Somebody please tell me whats going on cuz I don't **in know

Chorus

Verse 2
Jumped in the shower washed the blood from off my body
Rolled up a blunt I'm feeling psychotic mixed me up some ginentonic
But I'm nauseous feeling woozy like I'm in the twilight zone the movie
How did I do it how did I get through it
and I wondered if anyone knew what I was doing
Sat down and clicked on the tube
Flipped to the news I'm trying to find answers
Whos body is on my hands and how did the situation get so drastic
Its madness
And I just can't take no more I passed out
Couldn't help but crash out from last night I'm dashed out
Slept for a minute but I didn't sleep to long before
I was awakin by some heavy bangin on my door
It was the popo cuz inside they shined their flashlights
gotta funny feeling this has something to do with last night
They tried to tell me that I'm wanted for kidnap and murder
tellin me they got proof that I murdered my ex-employer
Don't think my lawyer can help me with this one
I grabbed my pistol put the clip in
and i'm out the back window
I'm gone.

Mangled (Krayzie Bone)

You mutha**as wanna see me,
nigga put some glasses on
because I'll run up in ya **in face,
its too late,
to try to run and try to get away
dont try clearing ya vision cause thats straight;
you in the presence of Leatha face,
just the average mutha **in thug,
had to spit if for fun bad nigga witta gun,
so run run run,
but its just that many slugs comin and you'll be done done,
before we even get started
lovin the war cause its the art of it,
and we'll bomb your shit,
before you even realize we the niggas with the problem witcha,
mista sawed off, nigga bow down and kiss this, click click, wassup!
what you niggas really wanna do get the ** up!
mutha**as shoulda neva put my name in they mouth,
but ima get it out when i buck buck,
and you explode!
ya head ya neck connection no mo,
corpse hit tha flo,
nigga never realize until they been showed,
cause they been told,
time after time and they still actin like they dont know,
so when you roll,
dont get blowed away and stowed away,
in a box up under that dirt,
nails in tha coffin just to be safe,
watch how we play,
down with the dirty every time we do it
im tha nigga rollin with a gold tec and ill use it
so be choosy and dont be stupid,
dont walk into it,
when you see the Line rollin by yall betta move it,
now i said excuse me,
dont make me bust a u-turn and come back with tha uzi,
turn the scene into a movie,
and you the first nigga dead for the credits even roll up,
i play tha killer in the picture and you know im gon getcha cause its my script, duh
wrote and produced by me, the original t-h-u-g,
when you look in the dictionary for the meaning of thug, mutha**as should see me
now nigga did ya see me? (did ya see me?)
nigga do ya feel it? (do ya feel it?)
if im rapping and im singin bout a nigga gon kill 'im, gon kill 'im,
light it and let me hit it,
i bust it at a **in nigga right at him with a pistol or a lyric,
now you caught up in the middle of the crossfire, and now ya life's in danger,
get him wrap his neck with some barbwire,
hang um watch'em dangle,
you can run and hide but we covered every angle,
when the bullets fly niggas bodies
they get mangled.... mangled... mangled....

Star 69 (R.E.M.)

(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)



You don't have to take the bar exam to see
What you've done is ignoramus 103
What've I got to hang my hat on
You don't have a pot to pee in
All this just to be your friend
I was there until the end
Extortion and arson, petty larceny

(chorus)
I know you called, I know you called, I know you called
I know you called, I know you called, I know you hung up my line
Star 69

I know all about the warehouse fire
I know squirrelys didn't chew the wires
3 people have my number
The other 2 were with me
I don't like to tell-tell but I'm not your patsy
This time you have gone too far with me

(repeat chorus)

Why'd you put your quarter down on me?
This reads like some dork inside edition hard copy
I can't be your character witness
I can't be your alibi
Doorbell rings it's the FBI
We learned spy vs. spy
You my friend, are guilty as can be

I know you called, I know you called, I know you called
I know you called, I know you called, I know you hung up my line
I know you called, I know you called, I know you called
I know you called, I know you called, I can't be your alibi
Star 69

Murda Music (Krayzie Bone)

Murda one, come murda them all
Come murda one, come murda them all
Come murda one, come murda them all
Come murda one, come murda them all

Look who's back in the house, with this gat in your mouth
Bust it right at the crowd, click, click, bang, bang
Look who's back in the house, with this gat in your mouth
Bust it right at the crowd, click, click, bang, bang

Get the ** out your chair, put your gun in the air
Bust it like you don't care, y'all really wanna ** with Bone
I said, get the ** out your chair, put your gun in the air
Bust it like you don't care, sang with me, sang with me

Murda music, that murda music, murda music, murda music
Murda music, that murda music, murda music, murda music

Mur-der all, mur mur-der all, mur-der all, mur mur-der all
(Kill 'em all)
Mur-der all, mur mur-der all, mur-der all, mur mur-der all
(Kill 'em all)

Murda mo murda, mo murda, mo murda (kill 'em all)
Murda mo murda, mo murda, mo murda (kill 'em all)
Murda mo murda, mo murda, mo murda (kill 'em all)
Murda mo murda, mo murda, mo murda (kill 'em all)

Ooh... we load the clip and come back to kill you
(Redrum, redrum, redrum)
Ooh... we load the clip and come back to kill you..
(Redrum, redrum, rott)

Rott your body, body, rott your body, body
Murda music, we gon' rott your body, body
Rott your body, body, rott your body, body
Murda music, we gon' rott your body, body
Murda music, that murda music, murda music, murda music
Murda music, that murda music, murda music, murda music

Murda music, that murda music, murda music, murda music
Murda music, that murda music, murda music, murda music

Kill, kill, kill 'em all, kill, kill, kill 'em all
Kill, kill, kill 'em all, bang, blow they brains out
Kill, kill, kill 'em all, kill, kill, kill 'em all
Kill, kill, kill 'em all, bang, blow they brains out

Never comin' back no more (redrum, redrum, redrum)
Never comin' back no more (redrum, redrum, redrum)
Never comin' back no more (redrum, redrum, redrum)
Never comin' back no more (redrum, redrum, redrum)

He dead... he dead, he dead, he dead, he dead, dead, dead, dead
He dead, he dead, he dead, he dead, dead, dead, dead
He dead, he dead, he dead, he dead, dead, dead, dead
That nigga's never comin' back no more, no more, no more

He dead... he dead, he dead, he dead, he dead, dead, dead, dead
He dead, he dead, he dead, he dead, dead, dead, dead
He dead, he dead, he dead, he dead, dead, dead, dead
That nigga's never comin' back no more, no more, no more

Rott your body, body, rott your body, body
Murda music, we gon' rott your body, body
Rott your body, body, rott your body, body
Murda music, we gon' rott your body, body

Them niggaz dead... {*gunshot; body falls*}

Shout Out To Lost Boyz (Canibus)




[DJ Clue]
Yeah DJ Clue Desert Storm all up in ya area
with the LB Fam Love Peace and Nappiness
A little sample but first..
My man Canibus gon' rip shit down ha ha
[Canibus]
Yo yo YO
Lost Boyz the Beasts from the East up in this piece
with a new release on the streets every fifty two weeks
and I dare a nigga to challenge us; I turn the
Love Peace and Nappiness into your blood on a napkin in the ambulance
**in with the nigga called Canibus, just the sound
of my voice'll give you a positive urine analysis
I'm a lyrical demon, stronger than crack fiends
that smoke two P's with a C in between em
LB Fam, makin the music niggaz dance to
And we sip a very substantial amount of Jack Daniels
L-O-est, B-O-Y-Z we lock shit
We invested all of Legal Drug Money profit
Showin love to each and every nigga that copped it
In they Jeep, Lex Coupe, Beema or Benz knockin it
Music Makin You High, givin you that urge
to spend two-thirds of the money you earned on herb
You're **in with the LB Fam, we do what we gotta do
You never get the chance to shoot back at who shot at you
Nigga, you'll be dead before you reach the hospital
Lookin at you layin there with blood comin out your nostrils
Queens most wanted, quick to clap a nigga
Rap at killers who wear Carharts and Caterpillers
Totin the four-pound, holdin the fort down
before Heavy D bounced to Uptown became a ghost town
Cheeks, Lou and Thai see eye to eye
Spig sees eye to thigh, bein the shortest
but he still gets busy on the one and two's regardless
Heard about the Clue tape, so I had to get on it
Lost Boyz and Desert Storm, Show Us the Money
cause we STILL hungry, we STILL got the growl in the tummy
We STILL grimy and grungy, dressin bummy
Doin shows for foreign currencies in other countries
Tryin to finance me a Hum-Vee with low mufflage
Get a production deal, start our own record companies
Sign our own acts, and rhyme about whatever we wanna rap
Decorate our walls with plaques
Summertime eighty-nine or better degree weather
Nine-seven DJ Clue and LB Fam forever
[DJ Clue]
WHAT?! DJ Clue, all up in ya area
[Canibus]
Yo yo yo hold up I don't think niggaz know man
I'm gonna rock some more, check it out, yo, yo
Now just by watchin you, I can tell that I got you
to face me, somethin you don't wanna do, my rhymes
are too hostile, they'll beat you down in public like the cops do
Sit on top of you, make a human pinata out of you
Flow as potent as possible, creatin obstacles Three Feet
High and Rising, like the chronicles of Posdonus
The old school hip-hop, is where I get my style from
Uptown Harlem, is where I get my lye from
My cousin with mad guns, is where I get the nines from
Area 51 is where I be gettin rhymes from
I'm not a human being
I'm the human being ill with a I.Q. that's off the scale
If words could kill, a verse of mine'll murder a mil'
And MC'sll be gnashin they teeth, burnin in hell
I'm learnin to be the head instead of the tail
I ain't followin nobody else to increase my sales
Metaphors are real, like they been forged in steel
Stood before the judge told him I was forced to kill
And how I went for mines to get Paid in Full
Then I went for minds again and ripped em out of niggaz skulls
The nigga on the block with the biggest balls, layin niggaz
on the floor, robbin em too a Biggie Smalls song
"Turn your head round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever
"Turn your head round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever *echoes*

Live And Undrugged Part I & II (Public Enemy)

Ridenhour - Young

Live And Undrugged Part I
Its been a long time
Since the rhyme rode
A rough road
I'm riding rhymes & givin
A dose of brotherland
Never said I wasn't good at it
Cause I'm a static addict
No fear you gotta
Know I had it
If you know better
Spose to do better
So I know like Al Green
We gotta stay together
Knock, knock...who's there
Where? overhere
Da boom kids knockin
Bang and they outta here
The dopemans livin at home
Aloneman
They dont understand
But they can
They can can
If I dont say it
I'm a sucka parlayin it
Don't really matter
When the flow fatter

But I dont dont
Believe
& duck bob an weave
Will deceive a street corner
And the 40 thieves

They bring em in
You do em in
He bring em in
You do us in

Smell em knockin da/boom
Hear em hittin nat/boom

I'm comin atcha
Live and uncut
An undrugged
These days they be thinkin I'm bugged
Livin I be kicken it

Hard instead of lickin it
Down domination on the overground

Tell me what we be
Seekin is self preservation
A nation of millions
Gotta go wit a feelin
Uncle Sam be gatt Uncle Tom
And when it comes to drugs
Uncle Tom gotta bomb
Can I get a pop
Till the muthafukas stop
Sellin nat shit
That make the hoody drop
No more easy gettin over
For da cracka in the back

Yo its over
Number 1 wit a bullet
He pull it what I do now
Cant out run it or duck
Or get a new Chuck
Up against the wall
Wont confess yall
I mo move & I'm gone
An so I guess yall
Lemme tell you so lend me a listen
I'm missin a life
If I aint givin up an**kissin
No television or movie style
No buckwild thinkin
Cause I dont know what he drinkin
But he better act quick
Cause I'm gettin quicker
3 mo seconds to go
I hope he hold da trigga
If he do dat
The gatt iz outta his hands

& then he gotta deal wit a man
Punks jump up to get beat
I'm on the funky beat
Beat beat yall
Until its 6 feet
Under dirt & the mud
Here we go again
Another enemy if you
Never was a friend
Never clever
As I was in this endeavor
Never again trust a smile or grin
From comin outta da womb
To endin up in a tomb
Another sport
Caught knockin nat boom

Here go the verse that hurts
Head brother in charge
So I better get bodyguard
What can I do
Break a leg on the avenue
Where the bootleggers
They be stackin the odds
Try to be hard but they playin my cards
**in wit chicken
But I'm duckin in the lard
Been goin straight since 78
I wanna live I dont wanna be late
I head em comin at me
Runnin fast & ruff
Aint this a bitch & test for the tuff
Bang/doubt it
Without a life
I cant live without it
Bang


Live And Undrugged Part II
Rhymer in a zone
Say u wanna revolution
40 acres to 40 ounces
Plus they announcin
The mule is the one thats fooled
But I pass to be that jackass
Knockin that boom
To the tomb
Out the womb
I bet against the spread
I flipped death threats
And the 3 to the head
Never get enough
The raw, the rugged, the ruff
Oh my the jam the dunk the stuff
I got a mind thats maddes than Minolta
Hard in a rock place my corner
And the winner is
Whoop there it is
33 years without a beer or slow gin fizz
Rather get frunk off
Hearin rhymin wit biz
Rhymamatician, rumpshaker
Mindquaker
Not a ** or a quacker
But a waker
Put my thing down
Step my shit up
Put up or shut up
Peace to the original what up
Back to the motherland
Where its warmer, transformer
Kill the informer
I hear em talkin creepin
But I'm not sleepin
My mellow I go back
Way back going, going
Before crack
And the 8 track
Still goin, gone, goodbye
To the lazy
I ain't pushing up or drivin
No daisies
I gotta remember Philly in September
Aint nuttin finer than peace
In Carolina & to the gods
Wanna be, gotta be
Starter of mo flow
Here we go the front row
As I cut the silly rhymin
Riddlin still the flow
Gettin ridda dem
Racist swazis
Cause I'm brinin kamikazes
They gotta give us where we live
We don't own
What you think is home
Its time to go up in smoke
911 is no joke
Once again friends
This enemy states fiddy states
Still say chill wait until
The right time baby
Damn the blood line
Gettin raid with AIDS
But somebodys gettin paid
Lets get it on and a on
But brothers gettin killed
Cause blunts & 40's is like
Cookies to da milk
I'm not crazy
I'm the revelation
Last days in time
The overtime rhymer
Rhymer in a zone
Right vs wrong
Good versus evil
God versus the devil
Public Enemy
Muse Sick In Hour Mess Age

Hi-Di-Ho (Krayzie Bone)

Yo. I like that. Turn that up some. Oh yea. It's like
it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like
it's like, it's like, it's like

Who be the realest, the illest, most chillest nigga
that could ride any rhythm in here?
That gotta be Krayzie Jackson blazing at 'cha, doing
ya right in ya ear, so clear
Spitting verses that come thirsty for more, so I split
'em, serve 'em, twirl 'em right from the door
Now look who's back on the scene, the lyrical genius Krayzie
Style after style, I got down and get wild, like I'm
drowning a bottle of Gin, I got to
So a speech is slurring, and I see a blurry vision
nigga, you 'bout to get it, watch out
Where the gangstas at? Where the ballers at? Where the
brawlers at? Where my dogs is at?
where them niggaz that don't give a ** about
nothing, mother** 'em, buck 'em and all of that
Keep it thuggish ruggish baby, baby, baby, put up the
dough if you think you can fade this, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone
I am what I am as a thug in the Land
Never run and I stand with a gun in my hand
If you want it, come get it, we got it, this beef
inside, we ready, come bring it, come on

Y'all better get outta my way, it's Kray, Leatherface
in the place, finna blow up just like a grenade
Give me pay nigga, don't try to play with my paper
this year cause I swear I'm gonna act like my name
Got a gauge and K that'll blaze in the same
Ya don't really wanna play with me man
But I'ma be ready on any day, y'all just be ready for plenty pay
I bet 'cha I fade any sucka as soon as it pop
Making 'em drop, shaking the spot
One simple shot and they feel the shit done with, plus
I got something for them niggaz that come with
Run quick when my gun spit, and I bust this out in
public, on some thug shit, who the thug bitch? That'll
be T-H-U-G-L-I-N-E and yes, we be
They wanna be like, they wanna roll like them
original, lyrical, miracle, critical killers for real for real

Chokie, chokie, choke, choke, Krayzie Jackson blazing
at 'cha, choke, choke, choke, choke..
Choke, choke, choke, choke, that gotta be Krayzie
Jackson blazing at 'cha, choke, choke, choke, choke..
[3X]

Yea, yea, yea, yea, choke, choke, choke, choke
chokie, chokie, choke, choke, choke..

Nothing you can say can help you get away from my
eyes, from my eyes, chokie, chokie, choke, choke
choke..
Nothing you can do can truly keep you from my eyes
from my eyes, chokie, chokie, choke, choke, choke..

Chokie, chokie, choke, choke, choke..

Hustler's Ambition (50 Cent)

(Like the fire needs the air)
(I won't burn unless your there)

Yea, I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
you know, its real shit, feel this!

[Verse 1]
America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan
Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle
The women on my life bring confusion shit
SO like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
I build an empire on the low the narc's don't know
I'm the weatherman, I take that coco leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin
Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga ** you (** you)
I want to find the thing thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talents start flyin, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't ** with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit
Send me them seeds i'll grow 'em what they need
Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic
And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it
I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA recrock

What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be poke and butter
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
In the jewels with your chains
I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo**out to my estate
Them holi tip bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi
Hello!

[Chorus]

noi vs ei (feat uzzi) (Jimmy Charles & The Revelettes)

Uzzi...Uzzi
Om...Om...Ombladon

[Ombladon]
Trag de fiare
Cand vad ziare
Presa care scrie
Sunt la fel de satul de voi
Cum sunt satul de saracie
Sunt al dracu`
Ca dracu`
Bagi in non stop ca pe sana
Nu ating nici cu nirvana
Tragand in piept marijuana
(Huuu)
Cine esti sa ne judeci ca`ti rup capu`
Nu`ti place ce auzi consulta`mi avocatu`
Da m`am schimbat capu` il criticati toti muriti
N`ati inteles de fapt ca noi va`mpingem sa ganditi
Lovesc cu directe nu m`ascund dupa degete
Nu pot sa ma ascund dupa un singur deget
Pe care vi`l arat M**E
Imi creste adrenalina
Cand sunt pe bit in misiune
Hip-Hop inseamna viata viata reala nu fictiune
Ascunsi dupa fulgi si pixuri ca tarfele
Mancati c***t in continuu cu articole ridicole pai uita`te
Vezi de 10 ani cu voi stam in acelasi razboi
Fara voia mea ma trage cutitu` dupa voi
Cand voi spune`ti cultura io va spun noapte buna
Nu mi`o luati in nume de rau luati`mi`o in gura

[Refren]
N`o sa ne oprim
N`o sa ne sucim
Nu o sa murim
Cand venim dam cantam mereu Rap a..
Pare un razboi toate pentru voi
Da mancami`ati toata p**a
Ati uita v`am facut noi

N`o sa ne oprim
N`o sa ne sucim
Nu o sa murim
Cand venim dam cantam mereu Rap a..
Pare un razboi toate pentru voi
Da mancami`ati toata p**a
Ati uita v`am facut noi

[Uzzi]
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!
Si poti sa`mi sugi p**a daca vrei sa mor io
Poti sa stai capra umeri craci cum vrei tu
Ziarist`o numai suge fa ai vrea
Pentru ca fiind ca am spus oricum iti rup m**a
Fac Hip-Hop il fac sa moara mata te fac
Sa iti intre in cap sa moara mata in cap
Pe strada ma vezi tu stii cine sunt...
Io nici nu te vad da de fapt te...f*t
Iara stii tu tot luati`as presa`n p**a
Apuca`te de mana si scrie pe Uzzi`l doare`n p**a
Am 40 de rangi pregatite pentru tine
4 pistoale ca parca se pare ca nu le vede nimeni
30 de cutite de la fratii mei in parte si o groapa sapata intr`o noapte
Si mai scrie:
"Peste tot unde ma duc
Beau si f*t fa
Beau si f*t ca
Peste tot unde ma duc
Beau si f*t ca
Beau si f*t fa"

[Refren]
N`o sa ne oprim
N`o sa ne sucim
Nu o sa murim
Cand venim dam cantam mereu Rap a..
Pare un razboi toate pentru voi
Da mancami`ati toata p**a
Ati uita v`am facut noi

N`o sa ne oprim
N`o sa ne sucim
Nu o sa murim
Cand venim dam cantam mereu Rap a..
Pare un razboi toate pentru voi
Da mancami`ati toata p**a
Ati uita v`am facut noi

Love Vs. Hate (Gus Gus)

It's not hate
It's love


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