Keep Your Eyes Open (film dialogue)

W.O.L.V.E.S. .......... Krumbsnatcha featuring M.O.P.

Bounce, Rock, Golden State .......... Golden State featuring Xzibit

Put It On Me .......... Dr. Dre & DJ Quik with Mimi

#1 .......... Nelly

Fuck You .......... Pharoahe Monch

Watch The Police .......... VC-Murder & Trick Daddy

Dirty Ryders .......... The Lox

Crooked Cop .......... Napalm

American Dream .......... P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family featuring David Bowie

Greed .......... Cypress Hill featuring Kokane

Guns 'N Roses .......... The Clipse featuring The Neptunes

Tha Squeeze .......... Gang Starr

Let Us Go .......... King Jacob & Professot

Training Day (In My Hood) .......... Roscoe

Protect Your Head .......... Soldier B

Wolf Or Sheep (film score)

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Uh-huh
We wolves baby, we wolves

[Krumbsnatcha]
A full moon make my blood curl
Got me stuck in opposition in the underworld
Savage beasts, like wolves when we roamin these streets
And work for least, fuck peace, go to war with police
Some call the priest, there's a demon in ya hood schemin
Catch me out the six leanin, with the nine steamin
Ain't that 'cha BM
The sound of the glock sound like rocks in Watts
I point a Ruben at'cha crew and give you somethin to watch
D.T.'s, Feds, and NARCS, exchanging shots
In broad day 'til the first one lay when he pop
And if I pull and you pull,
the one to get to get it worst be the last to burst
ICU status, wih the phattest nurse
Gat holders chuckin them burners, with the fat pollers concealed
But quickly leave a veal through your widow's sheild
Reckless, connected like a Nexus, for your necklace is on
Formin like Photron and bomb

Chorus:
[Children] Y'all police best be ready!
[Snatcha] If your tired of seein niggas gettin beat in the street
[Children] Y'all police best be ready!
[Snatcha] For all my hungry ass thugs that be tryin to eat
[Children] Y'all police best be ready!
[Snatcha] For my people in the ghetto, get up off of your feet
And let the wolves out! (Unh)
And let the wolves out! (What!)
And let the wolves out! (Unh)
Let the wolves out!

[Billy Danze]
Yo I been labelled a bad guy since birth (why's that)
I was put on a part of the earth with a turf,
its rugged never smooth
(What have you got to loose!)
Not a damn thing
That's why I holler "Ante Up" when you holler "Bling Bling"
How do I survive? I strap up all my heat
I get out on the beat, I find a way to eat
See William never sleep, you think it's somethin sweet
And I will kindly li-li-li-li-lift yo' ass up off your feet
Shackle me in chains, tamper with my brain
Spit a ten digit number when you call me by my name
Their system has been aimed
For every 211 and every 187, my niggas is to blame
What happened to Diallo is a motherfuckin shame
How 'bout if I spit .41 that you were in the game
ALL disrespect intended, to any lieutenant,
who feel offended, by the way I represented, BITCH!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
I put it down, M.O.P. spit FIIYAHH!
Show 'em what we stand for, YES SIYYAAH!
All I need is my niggas, my guns and, my CD's
And I'ma ride, fuck N.Y.P.D.
The STREET cops, patrollin them HEAT
Goons be holdin 'em but fuck 'em
We lay 'em down like linolieum
GHETTO WARFARE! brroom, buck! We grip eight on
The pop'll pop off, that's how we do in Brooknam
Let the wolves out! Huh, all day
For my niggas gettin money that hustle in hallways
Get'cha money mister (mister) it's a (it's a) new day
Don't mistreat the literate, cuz you could get it two ways
Behind bars, or six feet deep
So be careful who you fuckin wit
Motherfuckin you fuckin with the UH, OH, UH, That's the truth
It's the beatdown, derranged, gun poppers, salute!

[Chorus] 2x to fade

West, South Central

[Verse 1]
If money ain't foldin' homie I'm not rollin'
Talk a gang of shit, spit out my colon
Rip Dog and Non-Affiliated made us, we dirt
Make you wanna go to the swap meet and buy a white t-shirt
What's a G worth
The turf we lurk was worth a G before my birth
I walk these streets throwin' dirt wads
99th and Watts, playin' in the feed lots
We not afraid to bang, go to keys knot
And knees off, summertime swim in that real rugged piece off
Then see y'all, let a nigga know
What info gat, Beretta nigga know
Talkin' bout a po-po, undercover in the low-low
Tryin' to extort you for yo dough
That's a no, no
Take 3 outta 4 like the Late Show

[Chorus]
Bounce, rock, Golden State
From the place where the one time is known to hate
What's right, what's wrong, erase the line
Make up ya mind and choose ya side
Bounce, rock, Golden State
From the place where the one time is known to hate
What's right, what's wrong, cross the line
Off everything I love, I'ma handle mine

[Verse 2]
I'm sick of these punk ass po-po's
Bendin' my corners in slow-mo, lookin' for my cuzo
In the west-bound to DP
To Bernie Park down to Dog Town, West Coast to roll, it's hot now
With choppers that spit them hollow point tips
To get off that shit, between they come and they lips
I keeps it cause I heard the streets runnin' this shit
My nigga Rafe doin' eleven in the Fed, to the head
Off the Motorola kite, late night life (What chu' dealin' with)
I'm gettin' rich so we can get bricks that you can end with
And if you from the pen then pesos and yen
Even then them boys behind me
The government poised but I got L's, gats, insurance
And I'm ridin' with a decoy slumpin'
The coast is clear, yo the roast is here

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Talk the street life, walk the street life
Love the street life, live the street life
By the street life, supply the street life
Ride and stay tight, what's that life like
Talk the street life, walk the street life
Love the street life, live the street life
By the street life, supply the street life
Ride and stay tight, what's that life like

[Verse 4]
I could care less who was suckin' on the president's dick
While me people formin' habits they can't kick
Makin' me sick to my stomach
And you can try to look away
But everyday I'm reminded that we came from it
We got our name from it
I set the tone, loose chrome, flesh and bone
And protect my own
I ain't unique there's five million of us runnin' the streets
And the rest is on lockdown for tryin' to hold the block down
I gotta a right to be hostile
Used to drink a little Henny and cool it
Now I abuse it
My only justice is when I lock, load, aim, and use it
Smooth the trigga, fill the whole room with chamber music
I know niggas that had it all and blew it
Had like a big-body Mercedes so get into it
Smash the gas pedal, heavy-metal
It's the never-ending saga of God versus the Devil

[Chorus x2]

[Dr. Dre]
Y'all ready to get dirty?
Do y'all really wanna get X-rated?
Heh, bottoms up

[Mimi]
Just hit me up when you need...
Sex, endo and Hennessey
Won't you just put it on me
Undress on yo company
(Come on baby) Put it on me
Relax and come chill with me
Kick back I got what you need
Won't you just put it on me

[Dr. Dre]
We back, we mack, stay blunted
Knee pads, yo hoes they wanted
Penthouse two o'clock eleven hundred
It aint no fun if I can't reroute your hoes in this direction
Swerve in the intersection, I'm done she restin
No question, done session
Home wreckin, Doc mothafuckin Dre no guessin
Nothin less than, I mess when I'm sexin
Bang on the block
Even Asian bitches like to bang cock
Draws drop, she bunny hops
On it like a pro, she comes out the clothes

[DJ Quik]
But, uh, she flips the dildos
Whether in the Pumps, Nikes or the steel toes
Dre, you can spot it in the benzos
Squawtin real low, got me drivin real slow, she's a real ho
And even though her parents spent the fat chip
On that private school chip
She graduated, got some thug dick and flipped
No more checkered sweater, vest and plaid skirts
She's out here nekkid ?? less and that hurts
But she's in good hands, cus Suga Free palmin
He sent her the the Sherri tan with Thomas
If you need 'em that got 31(0)'s 62(?)-9755
You hit 'em and they let you know when she's arrived
Oh she okay she just runnin an errand
With this Portuguese dime piece named Karen
Bouncin through the mall, spottin 'em all
A sucker for a dick sucker ready to fall
For a daughter like yours
Got him pattin his pocket and comin out his drawers
Layin his jacket on puddles, openin the doors
All for what?
Because I promised her my name gave her the game and still aint fucked

[Mimi]
Just hit me up when you need...
Sex, endo and Hennessey
Won't you just put it on me
Undress on yo company
(Come on baby) Put it on me
Relax and come chill with me
Kick back I got what you need
Won't you just put it on me
(Come on baby) Put it on me
Fuck everybody let's just go
(Come on baby)
We can get drunk, have some fun and blow some smoke
(Come on baby) My spot is close, c'mon lets roll
(Don't trip) I'll keep it on a low, ahh

[DJ Quik]
Now we just kickin back playin on some PS2
Contemplatin the game Dre and me best do
If you feelin froggies then leave when we test you
But I'm guaranteein you bitches leavin three less two
Never mind what that love and hate one pairs do
Y'all just snicker at that hooker when we all pass through
Dr. Dre and DJ Quik will probly outlast you
You're like see-trough pair of boxers nigga yo ass trough

[Dr. Dre]
Bitch, you need some good dick, I got that too
Speed bag the clit, leave it black and blue
Time of yo live, I got that boo
Creep late nights up in hotel rooms
We drank, eat shrooms
Kill something, crank the volume
Fuck in every room
You know your home girl want it, Tag team bitch
Why you being dick greedy? Tag team bitch
When she cums, she drips on mattresses
Bedroom time comes I handle shit
Wifey caught up me nigga
That's yo bitch, that's yo biz
That's show biz, that's how hoes is
With or without kids
Long as you keeping it on a hush she ridin dick
Aint been satisfied much, she's been fakin
That's why she callin me, guess what she's sayin...

[Mimi]
Just hit me up when you need...
Sex, endo and Hennessey
Won't you just put it on me
Undress on yo company
(Come on baby) Put it on me
Relax and come chill with me
Kick back I got what you need
Won't you just put it on me
(Come on baby) Put it on me
Fuck everybody let's just go
(Come on baby)
We can get drunk, have some fun and blow some smoke
(Come on baby) My spot is close, c'mon lets roll
(Don't trip) I'll keep it on a low, ahh

Nelly Number One lyrics

Uh uh uh
I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty
That's all....

You better watch who you talking bout
Runnin your mouth
Like you know me
You gonn fuck around and check
Why they surely
They call me "show me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me
If your last name was Haynes
Only way you wear me out
Is stretch my name on your pen
No resident of France
But you swear I'm from Paris
106 Karats
Told em "Naw that's pure rich"
Trying to compurr (compare) this
My chain to your chain
I'm like sprint and Motorola
No service, out of your range
Your out of your brains
Thinking I'ma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways
Than that
To catch your fame
Only pressure you applying
Is time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blind side
Taking your sleeves off
As much as we's lost
Still hard to please boss
Don't be lying
And crying
Sucking the bezel loss
Cause your
Ass is wack
Your whole
Lable is wack
And matter fact
Eh eh eh eh eh hear that

[Chorus]
I-Am-number one
No matter if you like it
Ready take this sit down and write it
I-Am-number one
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Now let me ask you man...
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner
And 3 nobody remembers (hey)
What does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey

Do you like it when I shake it for ya?
Daddy? Move it all around?
Let you get a peep before it touches the ground?

[Nelly]
Hell yeah
Ma I'm in a girl that's willing to learn
Willing to get in the driver's seat
Willing to turn
And not concerned about that
He say, she say, did he say, what I think he said?
Squash that
He probably got that off E-bay
Or some Internet access
Some website chat line
Mad cause I got mine
Ooh don't wind up on the flatline
Oh if my uncle could see me know
If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now
Straight emulating my style
Right to the "down down"
Can he bout to score now
Better wait till they calm down
I got hella shorty's
Coming askin me "Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy till I continue to act naughty
Mixing cris at the party
Got me banging fo sho
I'm not a man of many words
But there's one thing I know
Pimp-

[Chorus]

Hey yo I'm tired of people judging what's real Hip-Hop
Half the time you be them niggas who's fuckin album flop
(You know) Boat done sank and it aint left the dock
(Cmon!) Mad cause I'm hot
(He just) Mad cause he not
You aint gotta gimme my props
Just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks
Keep my fans coming in flocks
Till you top the Superbowl
Keep your mouth on lock
Shhhhh I'm awake ha ha
I'm cocky on the mic
But I'm humble in real life
Taking nothing for granted
Blessing errthing on my life
Trying to see a new light
At the top of the roof
Baby aint not single
But I speak the truth
I heat the booth
Nelly acting so uncouth
Top down shirt off
in the coupe
Spreadin the loot
With my
family and friends
And my
Closest to kin
And I
Do it again
If it means I'ma win
Dirty I am

[(Chorus) - repeat until fade]

[Hook - Pharoahe Monch]
Get yo' hands;
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Un-da-stand;
I'm not fuckin around with you
Try to resist I'll dimiss you
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)

[Verse 1]
Basically I'm the worst nightmare you ever had
Huh, figure but trigger happy nigga with a badge
Parading around Los Angeles
High off coke with a banana clip
Feasting off the weak street avangelists
With a manuscript, and a proffesional ass-whippin
Task force, brass knuckles, a master in ass-kickin
If ya ask for it, I blast for it, your back flippin
No one saw it, I won't stop the clock's tickin
Got a rookie for a partner that's ready to fight niggas
The world's a merry-go-round of stereotype niggas
He's a spit in the face for pitbull or bite niggas
Matter-a fact, kinda like this cat for a white nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I got the projects on lock; they trust my logic
Cuz the star cops got it from guns to narcotics
My object is to deprogram, blind your optics
You cannot stop this mission, this topic
Cuz you could write tickets my nigga or get paid
Learn this game of the streets or get slayed
Collect this cheese at the end of this maze
Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days
Need I remind you - how easy it would be,
To take the city by storm, with a whole force behind you
Shottie in the trunk and on my ankle there's a nine too
Cuz psychologically the guns you use, will define you

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
These evil streets don't sleep, be careful of whom you mingle
In a city where it pays to be bilingual
Cho soy greifo, no me porta bu culro (si) via ah diablo
Or five-o, leavin enemies dead on arrival
For a couple of mil', and your fuckin the deal up
Try to play hero cop and you still suck
Put you to bed, or runnin your head, you won't feel much

[Hook] 2x

T-R-U ya heard me
Your daddy dollars y'all huh
C-Murda, Trick Daddy, No Limit, Slip 'N Slide
Whatever, uh huh, watch em.

[C-Murder]
Watch the police when I'm rolling through the projects
My pants sag so I'm labeled as a suspect
Who be the boys in blue, the authority
To arrest me cause I live in a minority
Check yo self player, cause I ain't the one
You look plain, and kinda lame without your badge and a gun
You been harassing me, since I was a teenager
But now I got a rolly with a Benz and a pager
They pull me over and searching my car
So you looking for the product, but could it be narcotic
But just because I'm from The CP3
I gotta watch the police because they scared of me

[Chorus]
Watch the police, coming straight from the underground
Watch the police, Murder got it bad cause I'm brown
Watch the police, if you a teenager (Watch, watch)
Watch the police, nigga, better goal, and a pager

[Trick Daddy]
I'ma teach they motherfucker ass bout playing with me
I'ma take they ass on one
Thug Life, for them niggas in the County Jail, State Pens, and Feds Nigga
I'm tired of the motherfucking popo
That keep sweating a nigga sitting all in the dope hole
Flashing the light in the dark, and for what?
Is it cause the trumpet make so much thought
See I'm the Dirty Dollar, and ho they call me Mr. Styles
You could lock me up, but I'll make Beau regardless
You wanna know have I ever been arrested?
Mr. Mean the felony of domestic
So I confessed it, damn right you guessed it
Did time for working, but I ain't seen the Brick City
I don't fuck with niggas who I don't know
I'm getting money, getting blunted
Nigga now watch the popo

[Chorus]

Watch the police
In my hood, they'll pull you over
And put dope on you and bring you to jail
Make it 24 year
They catch you with 70 K, they gone keep you
C you, tell em what's hell

[C-Murder]
I'm tired of the jacking and harassing
Every time I see a badge it make me wanna blast
I'm C with the criminal behavior
I'm a gangsta with paper, and plus I got flavor
My identity by itself causes violence
I catch them without they badge and gun
And then they silent (Shh) [Get out of the car]
It don't matter if you smaller or bigger [You're under arrest]
When a sucka in a uniform run up on a treat nigga
Shining that light in my face and for what?
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt
And I can't be touched
That's why I laugh when I get away (Car peeling out)
But to my homie, this is what I say

[Chorus]

Around my neighborhood
They just be hacking you up for no reason
Just asking y'all all kind of questions
Putting the light all in your face
Man, what's wrong with them
Man, that's why we gotta watch em

[Chorus]

You're gonna die (3X)

[The Lox]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What up Looch (What up, what up D-Block)
We did it again shocks, no doubt
Yeah (It's The Lox!) Still, ain't nothin' changed (Still a ghost)
It's still a ghost baby (Come on, what's up, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You see me don't say shit nigga (Grab ya burner and bust off)
What (Uh huh, uh huh) yo, hey yo...

[Sheek]
You know that motherfucker Sheek Looch is a gladiator
Like Russell Crowe, with my heat in a rad-iator
I come through slow you out there I'm lettin' it go
I got fire for ya ducks you want lissome dro
That's why I ain't got mercy for pigs
Off the roof, I let shit parachute to their wigs and their kids
I treat their face like I'm goin' to my safe
Ten to the left, six to the right (Ha ha)
240 pounds and I ain't tryin' to fight
And they don't make cuffs strong enough to lock me in
And your vest ain't thick enough to stop all ten
The sergeant be callin' up ya next-of-kin
But FUCK THAT my guns gotta speech problem
They stutter when they spit
Go through you when they hit
My shit ain't got no manners
Chromed out sniper rifle with the tank bananas, uh uh

[Hook: Jadakiss]
Training day, you could hear the sirens
All the cops crooked like who you people jivin'
Head shots, shoot between the eyes
And bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin'
Knife work, stab you in the heart and the throat
And we don't leave till you gargle or choke
And we Black Mob, L-O-X guerilla niggas
Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga

[Styles]
I love my niggas, why wouldn't I
Die for my motherfuckers, how couldn't I
Want a lot of things but it just ain't affordable
Only thing that count when you die is what they thought of you
Kid comin' through with a clip full of cop killers
Booted out something decent
Up to light a blunt, wild out, and shoot it out with the precinct
Cops stay crooked, my niggas ain't nice see
Cause the block stay cookin' I'm coolin' it off
When the pigs come through they medullas is off
Where I'm from dog you rude or you soft
If you say you a killer niggas'll ask you who did you off
So P keep this hustlin' up
When it comes to these guns or these knives nigga I'm fuckin' you up
And baby we can knuckle it up
I'm always up for a brawl
S-P and I done been through it all

[Hook]

[Sheek]
Hey yo, now I know you seen niggas with half a bodies
On top of skateboards, the work of shotties
Shit bags and all that, back to potties
I ain't a playa but my nine keeps em' hotties
And we don't run when we hear [* Police Sirens *]
I just hit em' off with cake so they give us a break
And let us know who rattin'
I leave their bodies in the middle of Manhattan
Where Wall Street at, come on

[Styles]
I said all the cops hate us and they got a good reason to
Forty bricks a month, no account unbelievable
Homicide here and there, bitches in pajamas
Holdin' llamas in they dairy-air, playin the fun
We the 3-5-4 boys, play if you one
All they do is call the cop on us
See us in the hood they know we got the glocks on us
Poppin' em' off
Niggas call me the cab driver now I'm droppin em' off

[Hook x2]

Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com

Hahaha, yeah
Super, this is super, yeah

[Verse 1]
A "100 Miles and Runnin" on the block cause I'm wanted
The cops try to say I'm under arrest for nuttin
Since I'm young and paid, drivin a big truck
One of the main reasons they don't give a fuck
When you got a warrant that's not good
Dirty cops throw your hands on the hot hood
Gettin frisked by the you know who
Crooked ass detectives don't even have a clue
When it's time to run, I jump gates, throw milk crates
do whatever so I don't get shipped upstate
First flat, already tryna bust caps
Talkin about they tryin to get somebody's purse back
They wanna see me under the precinct
gettin disrepected, treated undecent
That's why I bounce when they pass by
Fuck that, I ain't goin out like the last guy

[Chorus]
It's a dirty game out there
Crooked cops takin shots
Snitches sayin names out there
This ain't your block, I got dibs on that
Run in cribs with kids and blow wigs back
Police is grimy, lookin like "try me"
Ready to lock me up, ridin by me
I just put my game face on
Five of us deep, all singin the same song

[Verse 2]
Yeah, put your hands up, y'all know what time it is
We all going, whether the shit's mine or his
Tryna catch a nigga six in the morning
In my boxers, catch a nigga while he yawning (feet don't fail me now)
I can't get locked up, there's no stash for the bail now
So a nigga gotta change the routine, take a little trip OT
Catch a new scene, playin big man games
Get knocked said no names
And I don't even sell dope or cocaine
In the streets, my block's full of track stars
Everybody tryna look like some rap star
For every dirty cop there's another block
full of hard rocks 'bout to get got
DT's when they pass us, they harass us
I gotta rock a vest, cause they even blast us

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
They never seen me comin
Jumpin over they car, like that badge don't mean nothin
My third strike, see me on a dirt bike
All they know is that he's black and his shirt's white
I have no regards for authority
all I know is that I'm gettin money and have more to feed
When they start with that "come out with your hands up"
Talkin 'bout "put his ass in handcuffs"
I'm a hit the back streets, throw the heat in my man's jeep
While it movin and stack heat
I can't sleep cause I'm p-noid
Always lookin out for unmarked cars and decoys
It's a jungle so I got a good lawyer
And all y'all DA's I got somethin for ya
I'm still gettin blunted when the cops is comin
Shots got me a "100 Miles and Runnin"

[Chorus] - 2X (*police sirens appear behind Chorus the second time*)

[P. Diddy]
This is not America
Bad Boy baby, David Bowie, let's go

[Chorus: David Bowie]
This is not America
This is not America
This is not America
This is not America

[P. Diddy]
Land where my father died, land where my children cried
Come on, America, ain't no barriers
Free the strings, let's see how freedom rings
One nation all gettin' down for the dollars
And the heat is gettin' hotter
But a lot don't understand
Just the way some plan to break you
I done seen the whole thing go straight through
Hungry for it, I'ma make you
Pay back what's due to me
Everybody gonna see, look what they put upon me
Made me a monster, two steps beyond ya
More streets to wonder
For which it stands for cause let's get it
Cause I'ma get mine for damn sure, come on

[Loon]
Screens, greens car candy painted
Chicks in cream is the American dream, ain't it?
I pledge allegiance to Beamers, dark skies
Sleepless nights on the block, two for fives
Deep in the struggles but need the hustle
Weed and blow shit I make the block bubble
I'm to the point where I'm playa hatin'
Fool in the stash and I'm losin' my patience
Medieval times in the chest of the beast
Come around sniffin' I'ma mess up ya fleece
Job lookin' I'd rather be pot cookin'
It's not America, son this is Brooklyn
Home of the shiesty, home of the crook
We signed joints, ain't scared to do a took
My country tis of thee, where there's no liberty
Just misery, ya heard me

[Chorus]

[Kain]
Now why can't I breathe with a gun and come free
If six dead people run this country
Now they come cause my crew's too large
Who the fuck put chu' in charge
Runnin' around here like you is God
Then they wonder why the shootin' starts
Gettin' checks with half my stacks
I forgot George Bush wrote half my raps
Murderin' people for blastin' facts
Then blamin' other cats for their tragic acts
I'm tryin' to get paid till my eyes is closin'
Cops is like freeze and I'm already frozen
So they clap and they brawl in hysteria
Tappin' Jackson callin' this area
Green gots cats crawlin' to bury ya
Don't blame Kain for the fall of America

[Chorus]

[Mark Curry]
Uh, yo what about these streets here
Before y'all creep here
Look around we there
365 days a year
Lines to cross no fear
And what appears to be roses
See I'm knowin' this
When I chose this
What's right
In broad day or night
More dope deals
I'm tryin' to stay on my heels
Every day's training day
Some things not in explainin' ways
Who said crimes don't pay
Choices to make
Ain't too many chances left to take
Things look so green
The sign of the times corruption politics, youg ones dyin'
What you made of
Either hate or love
Pressure on the nine when push come to shove

[Chorus]

[David Bowie]
A little piece of you (I'm ya worst nightmare)
A little peace in me
A little piece of you (This is not America)
A little peace in me
Will go

[Chorus]

[Black Rob]
Yo, why you cocksuckers pullin' me over
Racial profilin' me cause I ain't pushin' no Nova
I'm up to par lookin'
I know police corruption is up this year and y'all crooked
Took my hard white
Had niggas sellin' the same block, pumpin' the same night
Arrest me, come to court and lie
Yeah that's him, pointin' like I'm the guy
What chu' want those is me of the block
Yo, so you can serve fiends everytime they knock
Just last summer had the mad Hummer
They took that and didn't even give me they badge number
So how am I supposed to feel
Who I'm supposed to call when the shit gets real
Word man I'd rather dial 8-1-1 when it's important
Plus they ain't tryin' to score like Ed Norton, word

[Chorus to fade]

Typed by: compbuttons@hotmail.com

[*Kokane laughing*]

[Kokane]
People are so, so greedy
Tired of fake homies, homies, homies
(Why they hatin' on me)
I don't know what...
(Y'all expect from me)
In fact I'm tired of...
(So-called fake homies)
You reall ain't said nothin'
Only come around...
Act like I owe ya something

[Hook: Kokane]
(GREED)
What make lifetime groups break up (GREED)
Oh, what make yo woman take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED)
Destroys successful record companies (GREED)
And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell

[Sen Dogg]
It's a motherfucker man, they all greedy
You get cho' head put out for shit that you don't need
Some fools baller status just ain't enough
There's always some other nigga out there that got it mo' plush
You don't gotta be a rich man to be content
Some niggas got it all but don't know where the good times went
The quality of life can only be enhanced
When ya trust other motherfuckers and uh give em' a chance
Don't mistake my kindness as a weakness
Cause I work out my mental as well as my physical fitness
I've seen a lot of fools get caught up in this greed business
All it gets you is on everybody's shit list
Greed is like a disease, something sort of psychologic
Once ya take the gun ho ain't no way to ever stop it

[Hook: Kokane]
(GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED)
Oh, what make yo homie take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED)
Destroys successful record companies (GREED)
And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell

[B-Real]
How many faces of greed have you seen
That would make a good man fall and a woman plot and scheme
Even a homie on ya team is suspect
When it comes to money and power an all you expect
They try to put their hands in ya pockets with out chu' lookin'
But when I find you out ya whole world's shookin'
And they're relentless, the quest for the ends is endless
You lose yo senses and you get beatin' senseless
But there's others you can't do nothin' about
Cause they're on a higher level and they hold too much clout
But in time, in the end they'll pay
When they're standin' before the man on Judgement Day
Standin' there but what excuse can you give
You reduced to shit because you refuse to give

[Hook]
(GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED)
Oh, what make yo homie take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED)
Destroys successful record companies (GREED)
And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell

[Kokane]
(Why they hatin' on me)
I don't know what...
(Y'all expect from me)
In fact I'm tired of...
(So-called fake homies)
You reall ain't said nothin'
Only come around...
Act like I owe ya something

Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse), Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo

[Chorus]
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This is the life, nigga that's the life

[Verse 1]
I wouldn't have it any other way
Yeah, gun play burning loves the one die
Makes me cry some days
Lawless, riding backwards on a one way
De color flawless, bitch I reek of money (bitch)
Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck
We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up
From the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your door
They missed you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip bra
There's science to the way we move, cock two's
And walk through the club without scuffing our Prada shoes
On this side we on the by by, we buy the rules
So when you play with us y'all niggas just gotta lose
Lust for them things that turn women to wives
Live for that shit that determines your street size
Run with them twins that waters you mother's eyes
That's diamonds, cocaine, and burners on my thighs
Raw like peeblo, guns and mink coats
Light up canoes, til titanics I sink ships
Love doing bitches with pink lips, call me Padre
Talk shit with a gun in my hand call me cock-ay
Did this straight, bricks ain't large
Bricks for weight, filling a crate, filling a barge, now that's large
Sipping blue ells, and playing cards
Plus a pat on the back from the fucking coastguard

[Chorus] (2X)

Yo yo, I got a love for small lawns and hair pin triggers
Dare niggas third in my crew, it's known killers
Model hoes that blow with hour glass figures
We live for raw sex and 80 proof liquors
Run, walk, and crawl for catching hot balls
From my dogs who take game while smoking lock jaws
Why burn your mouth in the name of cheat talk
Be prepared to change your tune by the time my heat spark
After dark get your crew for me is a cake walk
And I love rap records with lots of gun talk
It's day time two both pies on waist sides
Can't trace, I hop back crimson lake sides
I make five which is why y'all hate
I got dark skin, jet black bitches with jade eyes
We wildin out, hang them high, and dry them out
I do them type of things y'all niggas is lying bout
My speech is the reason my race is dying out
So I pray to God the same time I'm pulling the iron out
We rock stars, smoke red, mixed with lobster
We Jamaican sexing, pillow talking, and pop trois
In pasta, look, you wanna be a mobster
On stage recipient of a nice guy
Malicious nigga y'all cats fictitious
When the shit hits, it's how you know we mean business

[Chorus] (2X)

When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last
See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass
When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glass
When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last
See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass
When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glass

- Aiiyo son, it seems like, everyday
more and more people begin to get more foul
Uhn, now dig..
Association breeze some relation
Let me tell you what happened
I'm driving the other night, these two faggots they pull me over
Talking like I got a broken taillight
They got a broken headlight
They shake me down, they tellin me
that they gon' come and see me tomorrow and have somethin' for them
- Word, so what up?
So now I got something for them

[ Verse One ]
Who's the real criminals, take a look behind the scenes
Corruption and greed is calling plates routine
Guess it pays in many ways to have a few schemes
Shit, I know modal citizens, that ain't squeeking clean
You got dirty politicians, dirty judges and dirty cops
Everyone's on the tape, the hood's filled with dirty blocks
How we gonna save the community, they worse than us
It's like a curse for us, police be the first to bust
Think about it, that requel shit some fucking junk
For them the evidence'll vanish in a puff of smoke
I been observin', I never be subservient
I guess you get what you deserve in this
From project-hallways to courthouse hallways
Some prevail, most see jail, this happens always
Speed on, before you get peed on
All I need is more power, then I'ma put the squeeze on

[ Hook ]
I want more power, I'm gaining more troops
I'm gaining more respect 'cause I want more juice
The most influential men got influential friends
And I'ma put the squeeze on all of 'em

I watched y'all get fat, now I want my share
What you ain't got it all? Then I want what's there
The most influential men got influential friends
And I'ma put the squeeze on all of 'em

[ Premo scratches ]
"They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -> Guru
"It's a Daily Operation" -> Guru
"You know me son, show respect" -> Steele
"They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -> Guru
"This jam is dedicated, to you and your boys"

The squeeze..

[ Verse Two ]
Believe me son, I'ma put the squeeze on 'em
Croocked cats, and confiscating gats and keeping 'em
Hustlers convincing every night at D&D
Had chicks on a strip with Trace in eighty-three
It's nothing, that's why I now I'm on top
And I'ma stay in 'till I'm paid and owe nothing
They gon' take they cut, so why shouldn't I
Eliminate the middlemen, who thought they could die
Go overseas, make G's and bring it back to the streets
A neverending saga when I rap to these beats
As the minutes go by, you 'bout to get it, know why?
I'm already in too deep, so forget it, don't try
'Cause all you gonna find is suffering and pain
I had enough of you man, I'm 'bout to fuck up your plan
So speed on, before you get peed on
All I need is more power, then I'ma put the squeeze on

[ Repeat Hook ]

[ Premo scratches ]
"They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -> Guru
"This jam is dedicated, to you and your boys"

The squeeze...

Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com

[Skit]
Nelly: Callin these niggaz mayn
(*phone ringing*)
Nelly: Got me up on wait
Man: Can you get that nigga
Nelly: I know these niggaz is home
Nelly: Yo
Man: Yo, what up boss
Nelly: Yo, where y'all at derrty?
Man: Uh, like, like, um, over there
Nelly: Yo mayn, get y'all ass out here
Man: Where you at?
Nelly: I'm at the studio mayn, c'mon
Man: Oh, we on our way
Nelly: Y'all niggaz supposed to be here an hour ago mayn
Man: Oh, word
Man: Well hold on real quick, talk to Pete
Nelly: Holla at Pete, what this nigga talkin 'bout

[King Jacob]
Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these and those
Word to hispanics, 'atics
Rollin nappies and Caddy classes (yeah)
Gettin harrassed them by them bastards

[Professor]
Hey yo, I see your color Jacob, they creepin up on the side
Just doin they job, fuck with us cause there's D's on the ride

[King Jacob]
Got me queazy inside, plus we got the feezy inside
And we "Cheech" while we ride, I can't believe we this high

[Professor]
Man, if he trippin off this blunt, then he's a bitch cop
I roll past the whole constitutes smoke just pourin out the G-top (tops)

[King Jacob]
Plus my nigga filled to the bompty-bompty
Boopin feet turn them sirens on, I doubt if we stop

[Professor]
I wish that he would, I bet he in there wishin he could
Computers chips up under the hood by Jacob

[King Jacob]
Really they would, that it's still to the good
Cause we still in the hood
Plus I got a license if he trip and filler that bud

[Professor]
Shit he about to flag us, fittin to harass us
We catch a free case, if he bag us
Nigga gonna fag us out, if he pass us

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs
Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these and those
Popo trippin, wanna flag a nigga about his radio
No time to panic, hide the automatic and I'll stash the dro
Run my name, our plates, my shit gets checked, you gotta let us go

[Professor]
They pulled up right on our ass
And just as quick as he got on us, U-turned up on the grass
I'm like Jacob your killin the gas, you school 'em so fast
You should be sportin a book in the bag, I looked and just laughed

[King Jacob]
Shit you know how I do it, gone off that fluid
Plus this dope don't help, I'm takin cron needle steps
Now we need hoes next cause I'm full of this weed
Lookin for "Love Connection" like Chuck Woolery

[Professor]
Indeed, you know it's time to act a plum fool up
Professor and King Jacob it's time these haters shape up
And wake up, cause while we got TV's on the ride
And D's on the ride, don't hate us cause your girl wanna ride

[King Jacob]
Young guys, a consolation prize, show 'em what they won guys
Keep your woman tongue tied, probably already hit a hundred and one times
Why y'all keep hatin, me and P be ridin by (bye bye)

[Chorus]

[King Jacob]
Dirty I'm outta control, catch me out on the road
Drivin too fast or pulled over, hollerin at hoes
Don't matter, either way it go, I'm gonna flow
On eighty-eight inches, and the dope box smoke
Us thoroughbread niggaz never show no pain
Got your girl in my bed, but I don't know no names
Got a ice rolle, a Range on them thangs
With a nice crib and I ain't sold no cocaine

[Professor]
Introduce your please now and direct is complete
You'll probably see doin 'tography, eights in the street
Up in the ride, body big block with a stick in the floor
I do donuts then let cops stare, give chase when I go
I'm gonna still kick it with "Lunatics" that sick with the flow
I'm shittin on hoes, that mine are so clean sittin on both
You never know what you expect, you see us out on the road
What you expect when it's flossin season, we do this like pros

[Chorus]

[Skit]
Nelly: Yo mayn, what the fuck just happened out there
Man: Mayn these niggaz tryna crucify a nigga man, I mean
Nelly: Yeah, I'm try not pop on talkin and shit
Nelly: I'm like what these niggaz did done
Man: Man they ain't really talkin 'bout nothin
Nelly: Man y'all better hurry up and get y'all ass to the studio mayn
Nelly: 'Fore y'all get in no more trouble
Man: I'm comin yo, I'm tryna
Nelly: Y'all niggaz gettin locked up, I just bailed you niggaz out
Man: I know, I thankful for that man
Nelly: Bouncin and shit
Nelly: Gotta get this money mayn
Man: I'm comin
Nelly: Presidents now
Nelly: Get y'all ass here
Man: Gotta go home in a minute though

(*inhale and cough*)

[Film Dialogue]
You think you can do this to me?
You muthafuckas who been playin basketball
When I can send ??.. Youth program nigga (whoo, whoo)
23-hour lockdown
I'm the man up in this piece
You'll never see the light of-who the fuck do you think you fuckin with?
I'm the police, I run shit here, you just live here
Yeah, that's right, you better walk away
Go and walk away cus I'ma burn this muthafucka down
King Kong aint got shit on me (whoo, whoo.. )

[Roscoe]
From project to the projects
Illegal substance and illegal objects
I neva leave the house with out my Tech
If you aint from the hood then get out my set
We loco, I'ma waste a gizzle aint for livin
Got me facin prison chasin the feelin
I give from the I taste of scrilla, to eighty children in the cold
Before we can arrange a building, then lost in gold
And all the police crooked
To put a slug in me and I took it
A minor, judge say I got no case
He knows my face; he got a grudge from the old days
He won't accept my apology, just don't feel it
My brain on drugs like eggs on a skillet
I come up in the courtroom smellin like killa
It's cool I be freakin

[Chorus]
Now you don't wanna know about what happens around here
(In my hood)
You don't wanna see the way we live and die round here
(My hood)
Fo real, you wouldn't last a second around here
(In my hood)
If you aint down then blast your weapon around here
(My hood)

[Film Dialouge]
I'm the police, I run shit here (In my hood)
I'm the man up in this piece (My hood)

[Roscoe]
It's mayhem, in this hood I stayed in
No safety, I keep the K waved in
I'm the guard dog and the house alarm
I leave a heat in the couch to protect my mom
I got a pit bull named Luni, all white
And it aint nobody that he wont bite
I post on the stoop all night
Getting toast of the flow with my troops all night
Layin a foot down I keep hand on the swess tight around the fo pound
I got a bulletproof vest to support now
But some how I don't think it's gonna help when it goes down
Man up, control your smiles and cries
Stand up, and never lay down and die
Cus the cops don't wanna help out
They wanna see "The animals wipe themselves out"

[Chorus]
Now you don't wanna know about what happens around here
(In my hood)
You don't wanna see the way we live and die round here
(My hood)
Fo real, you wouldn't last a second around here
(In my hood)
If you aint down then blast your weapon around here
(My hood)

[Roscoe]
Now it aint easy to live on my block
Slugs fly through the sky like bugs
Shells reing from the sky like hell
It's Hell on Earth
For homies to dwell on my turf
The cops don't wanna help out
Unless we sell out, so they stuff us in the YA jailhouse
And good cops get fired and silenced
More crooked cops hired for violence
Assignments to investigate
All profits being made in the Section 8
It's to the point where some brothers go to jail
just to get off the streets and eat
Undercovers try to take me under
But I shake 'em off with my Schwin
I can lose them narks in the projects
They wont know what building I'm in
C'mon

[Chorus]
Now you don't wanna know about what happens around here
(In my hood)
You don't wanna see the way we live and die right here
(My hood)
Fo real, you wouldn't last a second around here
(In my hood)
If you aint down then blast your weapon around here
(My hood)

(2x)

In My Hood, My hood

[Intro - talking]
Yeah, it's 2003 ya feel me
Soldier B, fresh outta Camilla
On this Camilla album
Watch out for these crooked cops and these haters
Cause they want your head
So protect yourself, as well as your loved ones
Yeah, yeah, turn it up, turn it up
Yeah, yeah, turn it up

[Verse 1]
Better hide some straight to protect your head
Cause they flamin, aimin them green doted infa reds
Blood shed, cause of these haters, fakers, and these busters
We real thugs, the G, V and ten got hustlers
And them monsters, nothin but some hard hitters
Rich figures, bustin killer, straight wig splitters
If you want us boy, you better come and get us
Cause we ain't slippin, tipsy off a gallon of Henny
Leave shots all up in your back in 'em
So when your fallin, shots rippin out your cop billy
Come through the ceiling, hollow tips, bustin through bricks
Edge the clips, teflons and big slugs
Old guns protectin their head from young bugs
Like us, and now your sold and turn to dust
All because you protect your head off a repercussion
Watch out for a young hustler that's out there bustin
Protect your head

[Chorus] - 2X
Better hide some straight to protect your head
Cause them vest is, I'm gettin tell you, you gonna wind up dead
Blood shed, ain't got no name on them teflons
Steppin stones'll put soldiers all around your home
Protect your dome

[Verse 2]
Better hide some straight to protect your head
Cause that hot lead aimin there for your forehead
Buck shots red, havin you scared, duckin, runnin
Young hustlers ain't playin, they payin real money
They have you wait on Sunday and get moved on Monday
Then go to London, chillin with a bundle of honeys
That's how they runnin, mandatory no chest shots
Just takin braids, bald heads and bald spots
Them head shots, leavin ya dead on the spot
Protect they head, less they get no props
On burnt blocks, watchin out for crooked cops
And burnt blocks, protectin my girl from head shots
I'm hot, hot

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Better hide some straight to protect your head
That's what I said, haters yeah, they want us dead
But I ain't mad, over somethin they never had
But who's the last, everybody they gettin blasted
Hellish bastard, mamas' cryin, they close caskets
If you drastic, rock sheets and black plastic
Bustas is scandalous, pushin some dimes
I'm in back, with some fine tang
So for me I hate gettin active, hustlin and rappin
One guy ask if he could smoke my ashes and I ain't laughin
Infiltrators they out there craftin, protectin families
No wonder them haters wanna blast me, but they can't find me
Eyes shinin leavin ya blinded, criminal minded
All black, creepin in silence, the world is mine
Hustlers rhymin and big timin, protect your mind
Lord tryna show us a sign (sign), we all dyin (dyin)
Lord tryna show us a sign (sign), we all dyin (dyin)

[Chorus] - 4X

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