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Young Buck - All my life lyrics

Young Buck - All my life lyrics



All my life by Young Buck


[Intro]
Now we can't lose (fo' sho')
Ya'll niggaz wanna know what we did this is what we did nigga
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Extended the family world-wide, recruited a couple comrades
I was a chosen one due to my chrome gats
Bad ass lil' nigga wit a trash bag now I gotta confess it
Every day arrested
Niggaz wanna test this to get at the hoes
So even mamma stay invested, damn that's cold
b**ches 17 years old round 100 kilos
Half of y'all pickin' pot out your nose with afros
Rollin' with the big boys soakin up game
And we'll be back seat with the cardier frames
The easier it got nigga the harder it came
But I stayed in the game
That's the heart in this mayne
There'll be hell on earth if I stay in the game
Talk about kickin' up dirt like the broncos plane
Call me the macho man when it comes to dirty ways
A hato's man feel crime don't pay
[Chorus: Young Buck]
All my life I visualized me handlin' mine
And f**k waitin, cause god ain't promising time
So now I'm drawin' a line before I get to far behind
Lord if I'm lyin' strike me down on time
[repeat]
[Verse 2: D-Tay]
The last verse I wrote, I burned my hand
Cause there's only so much heat, that my hand can stand
I'm too hot to spit that
You not you get that
Don't get to height, or this glock'll click back
I b**ch smack niggaz and I ain't that mean
My chopper gon do you proper look at what that did
I'm clip flipin', pistol grippin', dippin', set trippin'
Believe me you don't wanna see me wit the 4tec spittin'
You bull-sh*ttin'
I'm just goin' live by you guys
My whole team roll me homey, ride or die
Ridin' high
Sheaf and do-do like I'm in Cali
I'm type this one for the block and blast from the alley
I'm raw wit it Tony Montana, extra banana
Interstate from my way down to Atlanta, comes from a scanna
Just crossed the Tennessee line
All my life I visualized me handlin' mine (what)
[Young Buck]
It's all for one and one for all nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
Now let ya nuts hang nigga
Start up the engine in the cut thang nigga
Brang pain to these niggaz
Ice on my trigga finga
Let the world know, I'm a balla when I came for the scrilla
Gorilla they gon label me
Aint no way y'all b**ches gon disable me, put me on cable TV
Peace treaties ain't accepted here, blood-bath
Split him in half now nigga from his feet to his ear
[Verse 4: D-Tay]
If I don't know ya then its f**k ya, we ain't talkin sh*t out
Catch me at ya people, we jus sparkin sh*t out
Yea I'm so hood, that bullsh*t you spittin ain't no good
I bust a nigga weave, act like poppin a car hood
You want ya gurl back, pay the fee and its all good
Until I cop a 7-series beamer wit all wood
My whole team makin riches we shinin, we ball good
You can boss and Young Buck'll catch us our hood
[Chorus]

Young Buck - Blood in blood out lyrics

Young Buck - Blood in blood out lyrics



Blood in blood out by Young Buck


[Young Buck]
Dis for all dem niggaz out dere jackin
This how we gon' put it down
Dem gangsta niggaz from J.C. center court 12th
3rd Avenue, my block
Nigga, murder murder mayne
I come nake faceded, ain't no need for a ski-mask
From neck down, I'm black down, eye to eye when I blast
[Rizin Sun]
No question, I got the code
Now how many bodies out there take out before I reload
Hit 'em below
[Young Buck]
His f**kin knees
Before we leave, we gon' locate them ki's
A nigga gotta eat, ya heard me?
[Rizin Sun]
You know the player when we get there, kill e'rything in there
Leavin no clues, like we never even been there
[Young Buck]
Life ain't fair, but f**k it it's a new year
I'm grabbin my strap, cockin it back, and boo-yaa
We almost thay-urr
[Rizin Sun]
Lock down the spot
Put your vest on punk, we in the parking lot
[Young Buck]
One of them all day killers, who's hard to spot
Jackin all y'all whether it's dark or not
[Chorus: both 2X]
It's blood in - blood out - and you know what I'm about
I'm ridin high - nigga I'm ridin high
So don't get in if you ain't about it spendin it big
Cause I'm clearin the block - oh I'm clearin the block
[Rizin Sun]
We did our job, now we on the next mission
The next victim, go on see if the tec spittin
[Young Buck]
No bullsh*ttin, see they don't know just how we livin
I'm goin all out, I ain't scared to go to prison
[Rizin Sun]
Make your own decision, it's gon' be a long ride
I need the money, I can't wait a long time
[Young Buck]
Keep a strong mind, cause we done waited in a long line
Just to get our shine on, now it's our time
[Rizin Sun]
Believe that, it's our turn
Pull out your weapon to burn, get what you earned
[Young Buck]
We all must learn, that money is the key to life
And niggaz gon' die if we ain't eatin right
[Chorus w/ minor variations]
[Young Buck]
Who you know livin right, ain't nobody spreadin love
Niggaz snown off that white, goin out and sheddin blood
[Rizin Sun]
Life lookin like my momma said it would
Whether or not I still ride for the hood, I'm on my block
[Young Buck]
My niggaz they slang rocks, shoot it out with cops
From J.C. the center court life's hard knocks
[Rizin Sun]
Hold on, grab your glock, did you see the car stop?
(Which one?) The black Benz with the top dropped
[Young Buck]
f**k 'em, the mac-10 with the infrared dot
Represent how I'm livin, keep on drivin down the block
[Rizin Sun]
Oh it's on now, let's take the back route
Get your mac out, it's blood in blood out
[Chorus]
[RS] Clear the block, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
[YB] Nuttin but gangsta niggaz - be clearin the block
[RS] Ay man, Rizin Sun and Buck

Whitecross - Who Will You Follow lyrics

Whitecross - Who Will You Follow lyrics



Who Will You Follow by Whitecross


So many different paths to follow.
Are you stumbling in the night
It's not worth the cost to be eternally lost
Satan is the father of lies
Follow him you'll surely die
You need to be told come out of the cold
Yeah
There'll be no one to blame if you play his game.
Jesus is king he's why we sing
Who will you follow
Satan or The Author of Life
Jesus paid the price
God made the sacrifice for you
Do you feel like you're losing the war
Jesus said, "I am the Door"
And you'll fall away if you disobey
Day by day you are making a choice
Listening to someone's voice
Will you be defiled or be God's child
There'll be no one to blame if you play his game
Jesus is king he's why we sing
Who will you follow
Satan or The Author of Life
Jesus paid the price
God made the sacrifice for you

Whitesnake - Above You lyrics

Whitesnake - Above You lyrics



Above You by Whitesnake


In the battle for belonging
Every doorbell has its code
With a stare it can be opened
Now you have it now you don't
There are buildings there are people
Walk around and look up to
Every swallow has its season
Every gallow has its noon
By the rythm of your language
By the sparkle in your stride
Talk in riddles or be candid
With a shield or open wide
The lesson you must learn
No one could ever teach
Open up and reach for the stars
Above you
Above you
If you have a way of knowing
Every river can be crossed
Lose the sparrow that had landed
For the one that never was
There's a song for every dreamer
As they climb over this fence
Trading roses for the real world
As the second week commences
Where no one has control
Where the young clipse the old
Predjudice and wisdom
All the same
I want you
I want you

Young Buck - Can't keep livin lyrics

Young Buck - Can't keep livin lyrics



Can't keep livin by Young Buck


Ay let me get that ski-mask D-Tay
Priest, load up the strap mayne
Let me go get some money mayne
[Young Buck]
Life ain't 'posed to be like this, robbery and poverty
24 hour shifts to keep this cocaine off of me
Y'all ain't livin how I'm livin, one mo' week I'm seein prison
Cause to get what I'm after, a nigga might be missin
I ain't listenin to sh*t, hit the Sweet and load the clip
Cause if crime didn't pay, then I'd be still on the strip
You niggaz still runnin yo' lips, I be runnin them zips
Up and down the interstate, makin ten G's a trip
A hardheaded nigga, do whatever it takes
to go and get that bread nigga, heard what I said nigga?
Been misled for a long time, waited in a long line
Finally I'm here, now this rap game is mine
Keep the herb burnin, ain't nuttin changed cause I'm worth somethin
Y'all know the Young Buck, I'ma leave this earth bluntin
But still carry, the chrome Dirty Harry
Cause your boy got to have that, by any means necessary
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hey - I can't keep livin this way
'Bout to load up my f**kin AK
My mission is to go and get paid
Get paid
[Young Buck]
Ain't no nigga out here heaven-sent, not on these streets
E'rybody want the Presidents cause niggaz gotta eat
So I try to leave no evidence and come when you sleep
In your residence nigga until my mission's complete
Stay draped in my heat, paranoid like that
You kill me? R.I.P. I got boys like that
Who said they needed a white pack to strike back, sh*t
Just give me the right mac and nigga I'll be right back
Hardcore, and show these niggaz they don't want war
You want more? Well gimme what I'm here for
Y'all know I been raw, from day one
This teenager with the big boys, gettin the job done
Got a daddy, but he ignored both of his sons
Had to pay for my own way, as a child on the run
I ain't scary, the AK-47, I married
Cause a nigga had to have that by any means necessary
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
Look what y'all done to me, forced a nigga to this point
Wouldn't feed me when I was hongry, I couldn't ignore it
But I stay to my - lonely, and didn't show it
So when I killed you and your homies, you wouldn't know it
Cristal I let you po' it while I f**k with the Hennessy
All this time I'm the nigga that you pretend to be
Tables done turned now I'm like "Remember me?
The same lil' nigga you overcharged for a ki"
Times hard on a G, you was larger than me
Young, but I ain't dumb, you ain't smarter than me
Give niggaz a inch, and they takin the whole mile
So I hop out the 6, and I takin they whole pile
Uh-uh whoa now, how many niggaz see this grown child
sh*t gettin hectic then you shut 'em down
Tennessee to Uptown, niggaz is thuggin, mean muggin
Ain't no stoppin I'm hot, and the game is what I'm lovin nigga
[Chorus - 2X w/ ad libs]
Get money nigga!

Young Dro - Shoulder lean lyrics

Young Dro - Shoulder lean lyrics



Shoulder lean by Young Dro


[Chorus: T.I. - 2X]
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean, let your shoulder lean
just let your shoulder lean
[Verse 1]
Dro...I'm clean in this b**ch
Now I'm finna shoulder lean in this b**ch
Nigga buck, carbon 15 in this b**ch
This Grand Hustle team of kings is gettin' rich
I lean and get lit, lima bean 6
I take breath, the opposite of Primatene Mist
I ride 26 and let my 9 screens flip
Dro be watchin' Oprah, Mac, 9 up in a clip
Triple black Phantom nigga nah it ain't Tip
with Lucky Charms diamonds man but nah it ain't Flip
Can't bounce, okay then I let my shoulder lean
And I bet my car talk and I bet my motor clean
Suicide doors, brown Rover look like pork n beans
Everybody know me in the club cuz they smokin' me..Dro
Hoes scopin' me, ice come from Boca Raton
Hundred carats have 'em froze for an eon
Red, black, and white Chevy now I'm ridin' Deion
put them lights off in my rims, now I'm ridin' neon
Our cars look like cra-yon, hoes know I'm the man though
I can shoulder lean...I don't know how to dance thooooo
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
First I let my wheels spin, then I let my screen fall
Then I let my trunk beat at Greenbriar Mall, tall
How can I pimp a hoe? Take a b**ch to Berlin
My b**ch break niggaz, after that we f**k they girlfriend
My girl got a girlfriend, Chevy blue like whirlwind
Nigga it's a drought on that boy, so I got that girl in
Pearl Benz, cockin' hammer, Arm & Hammer propaganda
b**ches think I'm pimpin' in linen and salamander sandals
Dirty South hot cuz Atlanta.. show niggaz with ammo
we ride Phantom, holla shawty for grammar
Yep, now I be on TV, BET, out the channel
Hood nigga from Bankhead, I stay by Grandma Nana
I lay by my banana, dumpin' and punkin' monkeys
Don't nobody live with my mom but a bunch of junkies
Donut Dunkin'? b**ch, I ride glazed on the Haze
Gator green Chevy, gator guts, alligator J's
[Chorus]
[8X]
Lean, lean
Get ya shoulder shawty
[Chorus]

Whitesnake - Now you're gone lyrics

Whitesnake - Now you're gone lyrics



Now you're gone by Whitesnake


(Coverdale/Vandenberg)
Now you're gone
I can feel my heart is breaking,
An' I can't go on
When I think of the love that you've taken
In the night I pray for your embrace,
Every time I close my eyes
I can't escape your face
You're out of sight,
But, always on my mind,
I never realised
My love could be so blind
You're all I want,
Can't you feel the love
In this heart of mine
You're all I need,
So maybe we could turn back
The hands of time,
Maybe we could give it another try
One more time
But, now you're gone
There's an emptiness closing around me,
An' I can't go on
When all I have left is the memory
In the night I call out your name,
I wake up in a cold sweat
An' I'm all alone again
I need your love
Much more than I can say,
I realise without you
I can't face another day
You're all I want,
Can't you feel the love
In this heart of mine
You're all that I need,
Since I lost you, girl,
I've been losing my mind
You're all that I want,
So maybe we could turn back
The hands of time,
Maybe we could give it
Another try
One more time,
Baby, just one more time
Now you're gone
I can feel my heart is breaking,
An I can't go on
When all of my love has been taken
You're all I want,
Can't you feel the love
In this heart of mine
You're all that I need,
Since I lost you, girl,
I've been losing my mind
You're all I want,
Can't you feel the love
In this heart of mine
You're all that I need,
Since I lost you, girl,
I've been losing my mind...

White Wizzard - Grindhouse (A Go-Go) lyrics

White Wizzard - Grindhouse (A Go-Go) lyrics



Grindhouse (A Go-Go) by White Wizzard


Listen to the dream of life - a
Conversation - Hustle me beneath a
Spark - flesh or reflection-Faith
Can't hold insto-matic soul -
Trapped the light - A fool for
Love stand'n still - deep is the night - (Jump in the back - a
Pack attack - Gimme that - dig in - Lethal mind - fugitive
Kind - Hustle!) [X 2]
Steal'n back the past ahead - that's how
I'm roll'n - Trick racer so desperate - that's how I'm living
- Dead heat shred the midway air - I see forever - Drag-O-
Rama kick'n in - no say never (Jump in the back - a pack
Attack - Gimme that - dig in - Lethal mind - fugitive kind -
Hustle!) [X 2]
Scrimshaw motherfucker bazooka 5-star cat a
Howl'n - Kitten got a whip but no escape to bait the
Prowl'n - yeah! If hell is like a woman, said "Take me to
The fire" Shot down! Another desperate love crucifier
Yeah! Boiling out of nowhere - crazyhead decision -
Skintight on the action grind into collision yeah!
Breath'n seeped into my head - the gang is bang'n - Pump
The creature daddy-o - spring-loaded hang'n-Everything
Ya always need - right for the taking-Shoot the works
The haunted hill house is a shak'n.

Whitesnake - All Ears lyrics

Whitesnake - All Ears lyrics



All Ears by Whitesnake


I'm so happy you called
I really needed a break
From all the people I see
All the people I spend time with
Where did my summer go
The week that was canceled
Was my only chance
To get out of this place
So how have you been
I heard about your problem
At the end of this road
A common solution
My favourite thing about you
Please don't get me wrong
How natural it feels
Five Minutes without talking
Five Minutes without talking

Young Buck - Caught in the wind lyrics

Young Buck - Caught in the wind lyrics



Caught in the wind by Young Buck


Ay they can't handle this one
This for the block nigga, what?
[D-Tay]
I make one move, hit your block, and your whole spot hot
Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your whole block cocked
Now I ain't sayin that's gon' stop all my niggaz that chop
Cause in they mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped
Shootin more than 50 shots and my heart catch not
When the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the cops
Besides, you started beef, I'm just bringin it back
All my niggaz you hunt around so what you packin a gat?
Just leave that where it's at, or leave here on your back
Make one move like you're reachin and I'm leavin you flat
Warnings I'm givin you, but you never did listen
So I'm spittin Smith & Wessons 'til they out of ammunition
I'm clip totin, holdin rollin with my cousin Priest
I'm back, and ridin in the candy painted 'llac
We max, and gettin all these hoes for they cheese
We jack, and gettin all these ballers for they ki's
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Didn't think that I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen
Left niggaz layin dead and I did it in sin
And I'd do it again, thugged out 'til the end
Still we gon' keep ridin 'til we caught in the wind
[Rizin Sun]
Nigga I'm gon' make it if I gotta rob and steal
Cock back my grill, let 'em know this burner's for real
When the coast is cleared that's when I plan my escape
Wanted in 50 states, my first shot is debate
Don't be late, Buck we got hits to make
50 is you with me, if they really want me they'd come and get me
Now I'm a fugitive on the run, killers don't leave home
Without the gun, blaze one
They got me nationwide all over the world they tryin to turn me in
But the pearls, I think ahead on that
f**k the pen, I'm tryin to see my money stacks
If you lookin for me I'm where the ballers at
Drinkin Cristal gettin smoked out
Try not to take the bar out, but they done, tapped my house
I'm goin all out, got me on some major sh*t
Dressed in black, when I attack, please believe that
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
I need to get my hands on somethin, I suggest you play it low
Get your last words in when the soldier's rag over my nose
Look the anger done build up, I'm damn near about to blow
Tryin to unhook a time bomb when I'm right at zero
f**k a stolen vehicle, we gon' pull up in luxury
Bubbilize somethin, survive nigga you're lucky
When sh*t get ugly, bustin e'rythang that rush me
Swingin this f**kin chopper 'til my arms get musty
This occassion calls for military issue buddy
My fetti took a slight fall now y'all gon' be bloody
Young Buck, a.k.a. Frank Nitti of the city
Ain't fakin none to DT's, you got it then come and get me
But the form I come in, I swear it's hard to hit me
Not a face bein shown, just a chrome tucked in my dickies
[Chorus]