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"Intro"

"Intro"


[The sound of rain falling and a devil like voice laughing]

A man is heard running and breathing fast
[Scared Man:] Damn! Wha...

The running gets faster, the man is breathing faster, and he sounds
terrified. The devil's laughing is getting much louder

There is the sound of things being knocked over as if the man is trying
to hide and everything is in his way

[Scared Man:] What you want man? What you want from me?

[Devil:] Your soul!
 
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"Is This Me?"

"Is This Me?"


Yeah 1996
Coolio with the flow
Rated R superstar
LV that's right

Mossberg Smith & Wesson
Forty-five let me tell you how I learned my lesson
House party in the hood at some niggas I don't know
But I had to go they had a house full of hos
I stepped into that party with my nigga high off that head
The hos is looking good so we try to make a friend for night
Let's get it right let's get it straight
But now these punkass niggas in the party want to play a hate
I'd bust a cap to save a rat so what's up with that
It's 1996 so these bustas get no kinda of doubt
Like American Express here we go again
I never leave home without it so don't even think about it
Just let me leave and I won't have to make you bleed
But if you make an offensive move then I'm gonna have to show a groove
Back up off let's keep it soft
Don't make me have to show you who these 16 bosses be

This really ain't me no more
These streets won't let me go
I can't escape this life
That they got me trapped inside
This really ain't me no more
These streets won't let me go
I can't escape this life
That they got me trapped inside

Way back in the days we dudes don't forget a name
Now everybody wants the fame but things change ain't the same
All these sucker set-trippin killin for no reason
That's why I never leave the house without my nina
I love my baby carry my baby whereever I go
For these suckers get in a twist they say I beat their pimpin
Stop wishin you was in my shoes
And learn to be yourself stop acting like somebody else
It's ninety-six and most of the homeys thinking of six feet
The six I found out if you wear partners where the friends go
Every week you don't see me I gotta put at work
I guess the shit don't stop till my gaskets drop
Stop hating my life and get your own
Be true to this game or this game will do you cold
Everywhere I go I got my back
I hate to do my all black but I must stay strapped

This really ain't me no more
These streets won't let me go
I can't escape this life
That they got me trapped inside
This really ain't me no more
These streets won't let me go
I can't escape this life
That they got me trapped inside

No no oooo I can't escape this life

I been trying to live in piece but these fools won't cease
They insist with their bullshit so I got a full clip
Chitty-chitty bang-bang doin it's a new thing
One shot from a Jake .38 can make your brain ache
I'm the kinda nigga that don't believe in frontin'
But if you run up on me trippin you best believe I'm dumpin'
I got bills to pay and kids to raise
And a whole generation of lost niggas to save
So I ain't got time for that yip yap
If you start some static I'm gonna have to blow your mind back
Believe that nigga daisy if you do it's true
Fuck with Coo you get done that's how we do it to it
Don't start no shit and it won't be none son
But if you do I'm going for my gun
Like Doc Holliday a nigga ain't scary
So if you want to trip then I'll be your huckleberry

This really ain't me no more
These streets won't let me go
I can't escape this life
That they got me trapped inside
This really ain't me no more
These streets won't let me go
I can't escape this life
That they got me trapped inside

This really ain't me no more
These streets won't let me go
I can't escape this life
That they got me trapped inside
This really really really ain't me
But the streets won't let me go
I can't escape this life
That they got me trapped inside
 
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"It Takes A Thief"

"It Takes A Thief"


One dark night I need some ins
I got a spot cased out I'm breakin in
I gotta cutter that'll cut thru ya window like butter
Suction cup, window up
Now I'm on the inside lookin for some loot
38 special I don't wanna have to shoot
I ain't no young, raw fresh recruit, uhh
Steel tote boots, black khaki suit
A real quick search and nobody's home
just like I planned, now I'm home alone
I hope ya don't mind if I use tha phone
and fix me sometin to eat before I'm gone
I got the servant and the china, deuce-five and the 9
Rolex off the desk so I can tell the time
No one knows where the flow goes when the 'dults crow
you better take some no doughs
Now I'm out tha back with a sack fulla goods
throw it in the truck, take it back to the hood
Let me be brief, I'm on the creep
I stole the sounds out'cha jeep, it takes a thief

[Chorus:]
Oh yeah! It takes a thief
Yeah yeah! It takes a thief
It takes a motherfuckin thief! It takes a thief
Keep both eyes open when you go to sleep
Oh yeah! It takes a thief
Yeah, yeah! It takes a thief
It takes a motherfuckin thief! It takes a thief
Keep ya hand on your gun when I'm on the creep

I need a lick real quick-like
My mind ain't wrapped tight
I scale like Mike Tys so call this fright night
You don't wanna see me comin down the street when I'm broke and it's dark
So run your motherfuckin pockets 'fore they find your ass dead in the park
Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers
No I ain't the cops, I just want your rings
and your wallet and your watch and your fat gold chain
Don't try nuttin strange or I'm blowin out'cha brains
I rob from the rich so I can get rich
I ain't got shit so I take what I can get
I need my mail, my snaps, my dollars, my ends
my grip ain't high enough so I'm robbin on my friends
Somebody out there's out to get me
The smaller the nigga, the bigger the gat be
I don't give a fuck about your pain and your grief
You shouldn't of fell asleep, it takes a thief

[Chorus x1/2]

There's a buster on the West Side, I heard he gotta grip
and he's outta town on business so I'm schemin on his shit
I heard he got kis and Gs and deeds
and guns and big trash bags full o' weed
I stole a brand new fresh shaft telephone van
so now I guess I'm the telephone man
The bathroom window ain't got no alarm
I gotta skelton brick that works like a charm
It didn't take long to find what I was lookin for
I was damned near finished when I heard a key in the door
I jumped in the closet and checked my clip
Pulled my ski mask down, I can't believe this shit
I counted to five and the front door opened up
I counted three more and the front door was shut
I counted five more to give me some space
then I jumped out the closet and bucked him in the face
I loaded up the van in broad daylight
cos Looky Lou's have their high beams on at night
I take the backstreets to avoid the heat
and never let em see me sweat, it takes a thief

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Oh yeah!
Yeah yeah!
Hey yeah!
Just a reminder to let you know
there's motherfuckers out there that want your shit
So you better watch out, better watch your back
Can't be goin to sleep, protect your shit
Know what I'm sayin?
 
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"Kinda High Kinda Drunk"

"Kinda High Kinda Drunk"


Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball

[Verse One:]
I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to kill
I'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the corner
I think I seen her rollin a Noble, nosin under and moanin
Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a vic
But they, kept on passin' me by coz they can recognize a trick
Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at
I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be
Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to see
Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told
And I don't even call 'em back cuz they don't know the homie cold
I recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the back
I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black
Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin'
But that's only the beginning, god damn!

[Chorus]

[Verse Two:]
I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and
see if I see the homies, but they still ain't there
There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it
I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn't do it
I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away
So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away
I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table
Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal
The homies is hella late, and now I'm startin' to think
Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink
She's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the bar
Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star
The club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpin
Another double shot of yak and I'm on the dancefloor bumpin'
She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling faded
It's 11:35 and the homies still ain't made it

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]
Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin' hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This ain't the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom
Now I'm mackin and struttin and asking baby wassup
My name ain't Everlast, but I can still make you jump
let's, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans
We can do a little drinkin, and do a little smoking
When all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin'
I hear earl coming, I think I'm in trouble *vomit sounds*
Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties
I guess there go my chances of gettin with her kitty
I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with
long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40's
Now I'm in the back of my own car curled up like a punk
Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunk

[Chorus]

Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H
SHIT!
 
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"Knight Falls"

"Knight Falls"


When night falls over the city
I gotta be ready cuz it feels like
Somebodys comin ta get me

Its ten-o-clock
And darkness comes to my area
And every night its a little bit more scarier
The eleven-o-clock Monday news
Is more like a horror flick
People sure have changed
It seems that they enjoying this
Death and distruction
With no instruction
Leads to malfunction disruption and full consuption
How can I escape this mind state that im in
I been tryin but it seems that I can't win
I've fallen and I cant get up
And the homies that was my homies went and set me up
Somebody tried to tell me that it was all in my brain
I tried to act a hard male wit cocaine
but it still dont ease my pain
Am I insane or a victim of my own fears
Whats goin on we suposed to be happy here
God dont make no junk thats what I been told
But it seems to me that God aint in control

[Chorus]
When night falls over the city
I gotta be ready cuz it feels like
Somebodys comin to get me

When night falls over the city
I gotta be ready cuz it feels like
Somebodys comin to get me

I need assistance
But all I get is resistance
I try to be presistant
But life can be gone in an instant
Im scared to turn around
Cuz I know somebodys watching
I can feel they evil stares
And I know that they plottin on me
An sceamin
I wish I was dreamin
If my mind was free
I could chase away the deamons
But it aint
And they still cant understand that
All I ever wanted in life was a chance to be a man
The some 'ol pattern
Its got me goin crazy loc
Descendent of a king but I feel like a rodo joke
Is this a sequal
Or all men created equal
The lies that you told told to the people back then
Now they is leathal
And now we swimmin in a pool like shark bait (shark bait)
Feel my pulse race
Have normal heart rate (heart rate)
And now im startin to feel like I might come up missin
I tried to tell somebody but nobody wouldnt listen

[Chorus]

Im feelin depressed stiffle
My life is triful
No famly,friends,or relations
So I stick with my rifle
And my pistol
Im seein stars and hearin whistles
One shot from a little junky ass 22
Tear a whole in your grisle
Wont say ta say side
Cuz the up yours fell
Off the fall by the way side
So stay yo ass on the plate side
Theres nothin to fear but the fear itself
And if you control the fear then the fear is wealth
Do I have power
Or do I have no self control
These long lonely nights
Have made my heart grow cold
Give my please
Cant somebody help a gee
And will we fight this battle for eternety
I blame you cuz my mind is not my own
So dont blame me if I tresspass in yo zone
Im your creation
The pilot of a twisted nation
Guess this is what your facin

[Chorus]
 
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"Knockout Kings"
(feat. The Replacements)

"Knockout Kings"
(feat. The Replacements)


[Verse 1 - Coolio]
(1 - 2 - 3 - 4)
You in the ring with a thing, not a man
And what I bring is shots to the body
That'll make a fool sing, soprano
Fall setter, ain't nuttin better
Massive concussion, career over, no discussion
Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole
You can't see, vision like a peep ho
This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition
It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre
Call in the doctor
He's been rocked and socked-up
Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be locked up
Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to light the whole block up
He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up
He's gettin banged up
Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab
Right into a change up
Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, don't it?
El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponents

[The Replacements]
These combinations are taking me places
Knockin my opponents outa they shoes
With tight laces
Makin faces as they body hit the canvas in pain
The championship belt is what I taste and claim
Survivin the game
Pound for pound you got the best man standing right here
Round for round I got the cowards runnin in fear
Town for town, fight fans stand and cheer
Your Knockout King is up in the ring

[Hook]
1 - 2 - 3, killer!
4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
7 - 8 - 9 - 10
4 to the body and 2 to the chin!
1 - 2 - 3, killer!
4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
7 - 8 - 9 - 10
[ding][ding] now it's on again!


[Verse 2 - The Replacements]
Uh, round for round and pound for pound
It's the king of the ring with a hundred knockouts
Uppercuts to the chin, knock your mouthpiece out
Got your corner-man yellin that you ready to pout
Yeah he hit the ropes in front of a sell-out crowd
Stand-down punk, ain't no need to go 12 rounds
The belt was mine soon as you heard the bell sound
Roper Doe style, boxin with the best around
Taped-up wrist, swing your fist and miss
When I crush your face it feels like a tonne of bricks
After the standin eight head to your corner to sit
Manager screamin at you: "Fight back, move his fists!"
It don't matter cos he walked dead into by bisteses
Don't get mad cos you lost to the top of the listeds
I'm sick, cold with the work, demented and viscious
Plus I'm pretty so the ring girls be blowin me kisses

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - The Replacements]
Body-blow, uppercut, accidental elbow
Ming Lou's in the ring, hell no
Ain't gon' happen, stage all tappin
Skills quickly end all the gossipin and yappin
I'm talkin Roy Jones ability
Knock anybody up in the facility
Black guy after I attack guys
Spectators like Johnny Gill (my, my, my)
Amazed, ain't no love, only hate

Let me hit you with these boulders
Servin you from the shoulders
Step into the range of my blows and get rolled up
Folded-up wit your snot-box leakin on ya
Hold 'im up so I can put bangs and bings on ya
You see two of me, don't ya?
From the series of punches
To your dome and your kidneys
Should'a did you some crunches
I throw thangs in bunches
Got me grabbin and punkin now
Tryina knock the grill up out your mouth

[Hook x2]
 
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"Let's Do It"

"Let's Do It"


Let's do it! Get to it!
Let's do it! Get to it!
Let's do it! Get to it!
Let's do it!

[Verse 1:]
Another Saturday night, and I'm feelin kinda slothy
I'm down with the forty, but I don't want no forty
Even though I'm thirsty and I'm hungry, I need some Kurathers
Peep this, but not up in my stomach
I wanna chop your cherry tree, I can't tell a lie
Somethings on the rise, what a surprise
I called up the homies and said, "Let's go the spot!"
Where the drinks are cold, and the girls ain't too hot
Now we in the house, but the house is kinda empty
Rats run around the room
But, wait, I spoke too soon
Ah, damn, look what done walked in
Pumps and a bump, breath smellin like gin
Baby, you look good with that blue dress on
Maybe some day me and you can be as one
Let's get to know each other better
I can sing you a song, and you can write me a love letter

[Chorus:]
Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right (Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby (Let's do it, get to it)
Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right (Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby (Let's do it, get to it)

[Verse 2:]
Damn, I'm feelin frisky
Come and sit down wit me
Conversate about hanky panky
And a little dranky wanky
Tell me bout your innermost thoughts, wants, neeeds and your desires
And I'll tell you about mine
We can spend some quality time
You want a man with vision, who ain't afraid to listen
I wanna mention I can hit that ass in thirty-six positions
And, I just want a regular old fashion high hoochie mama
With love for her daddy, anytime he want it
Bring home the turkey bacon and fry it in the pan
Or, some filet minon and still let me know I'm the man
I'm the doctor, and you can play the nurse
But we got to have patience
Even though we hella anxious
Let's take it slow and procede with caution
Cause love just don't come round here too often
So take my number, and we'll get together later
And I'll take yours, I'm out like the L.A. Raiders

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
A few months went by with phone calls and some dinners
Moonlit nights with Marvin Gaye, Dramatics, and The Spinners
Top down on the Vette watching California sunsets
And pretty soon we developed that respect
That we needed so we was here to get the relationship heated
And hot and bothered, no what I'm meanin?
It started slow with some kisses and some touches
A few more weeks went by cause we didn't wanna rush it
They say a fast horse don't win no races
And I'm a witness cause real winners always take steady paces
Hand in hand, woman to man
I know everything about her and she know everything about me and
We made love for the first time
In the right way, in the perfect state of mind
It's a whole lot mo than your average bump 'n grind
You better get yours, cause I got mine

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

[Bridge: Repeat 2X]
Take, take your time (Take, take your time)
Take your time (Take your time)
Take your time (Take your time, get to it)

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
 
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"Mama I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta"
(feat. LeShaun)

"Mama I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta"
(feat. LeShaun)


[Verse 1: Coolio]
Hey baby, how you doin' What's goin on?
I'm sittin in my motherfuckin cell, it's the same song
Tell my kids that I love em but don't tell em that I'm thru
Keep cryin and tell em I'll be home soon
Oh baby I'm goin crazy
cos I keep seein shit that amaze me
Still I had to kill a motherfucker last week
He thought I was a punk and tried to creep up on me in my sleep
I just think that I could hold or squeeze or touch or buck ya
but I can't, so fuck it
I'ma behind these bars and it's burnin like nitro
I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle
Aw shit, there the lights go....

[phone ringing]
(Hello)

[Chorus: LeShaun]
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (damn)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (y'know)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer
but I love dat nigga

[Bridge: LeShaun]
Hey ba-by
What's happenin honey?
How you doin?
I miss you

[Verse 2: LeShaun]
The kids keep askin where's their papa?
I had to tell em daddy got caught by the coppers
It's time for me to raise em up proper by myself
It's a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain't got no help
Now everybody tellin me that you ain't shit black
and when you get out, you'll jack and probably go right the fuck back
Damn, the pressure's gettin hot and heavy
and yeah, I'm gettin sweated by your homey in the blue and white Chevy
But now he's got a condo and a brand new Lexus
Wants me to take a trip with him down to Texas
The ends don't justify the means
and in another life he might've been the man of my dreams
But you know I got your back to the motherfuckin end
but a bitch can't even trip like she doen't have a friend

[Chorus]

[Interlude:]
(Hello, you have a collect call from...)
Coolio!
(If you choose to accept this call please press 5 now)
[number dialed]

[Verse 3: Coolio]
What the fuck you mean you need a friend?
I can't be havin no niggas round my kids
Don't you make me break up outta this motherfucker
and start killin motherfuckers, SHIT!
I know it's rough, I know it's tough
but when you fumble in the game sometimes you get locked up
You better stay away punk ass bitch, he ain't shit
I don't wanna have to kill him
Cos think about the times that we used to have
Don't make me reach out and touch that ass
You put yourself in danger when you fuck with a buster
Like shootin dice without a pistol in a circle of murderers
You got more class than the average-type hooker bitch
Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't rich
Now I gotta check but if you've got the cheque
Give a nigga a look and put somethin on my books
Peace

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: LeShaun]
Aiyo remember the homey with the Lexus, he took the trip to Texas
now he's wearin the fuckin Lexus like a necklace
So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a bitch to do?
My nigga's stretched in the pen since '92
Them visits ain't doin the trick, drop fucks make me sick
cos this po' puddy-tat needs a cat nip
And that motherfucker representin you, I think he resents you
He got evidence he never presents to
the people in court, I heard witnesses abortin
What's he doin about gettin you out to hold the fort?
I got some ends, I'ma send you a dime and two doves
Mama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta

[Chorus to fade]
 
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"My Soul"

"My Soul"


[Violins and pianos are heard, tapping, and a conductor clearing his throat to signal that he is ready]

[Chorus:]
Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (My soul, my soul)
My soul-oul-oul
My soul-oul-oul (My soul)
Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (My soul)
My soul-oul-oul (My soul)
My soul-oul-oul

[Verse 1:]
You can try to throw salt, but I keep my game face on
And the only thing on your mind is stalkin' more digits than a telephone
Me and thirty-nine theives jumpin' out of white Hummer
From Compton (Wooh-wooh-wooh), while your crew get dumb and dumber
Grew up straight out of low cash like CB fo'
Now I got dough and you got one night stands like gangsta, yo
See on the low it's all gravy
But the threat of this new world order is about to drive me crazy
And all you want is the Lex and gold Visa
Bomb singles and stackin' your chips like Pringles
While my rhymes jack for platinum plaques
Quicker than one time Jack Black's
I twist sacks and sip yac
Plus, the Invisible Man got my back like a spine
So, why you all up in mine?
Keep the money and the fame cause all I really wanna hold
Is my artistic flavor and control of my soul

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Ain't no tellin
Most women are still waitin' and sellin'
Most of my homies is ex-felons (Convicts)
In two decades, rap went from Planet Rock
To crack rock
Now, everybody got a glock
And it don't stop
Till another brother drop
That's why I poured out a little drink for the homie Pac (Rest In Peace)
What's a thin line between love and hate?
A million dollars in the bank and you still can't escape
It's a small world, after all, you're clausterphobic, you can't breathe
So, store your ball like Christopher Reeve
It's the hater in you that makes you criticize me
Cause if you handled your business then yo ass would see
Nineteen-ninety-seven is still crackin'
I'ma get the ladies out their seat like this was a car jackin'
They say the game is to be sold, not told
You can keep your bankroll, I want control of my soul

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
My jaws flip across sixteen bars like Dominique Dawes
But without no flaws, never broke a m.c. law
See, I was servin' wack rappers at the school
When Bruce Lee was scrappin' with Kareem Abdul
You got into triple beams and guns you ain't gon shoot
I seen a million rappers in the same Versace suit
Or, the same pair of locs, that's probably why you're broke
And your backstage and your ghetto pass got revoked
Scrappin' or rappin' what you want to happen?
If I ever come up short you the first one I'm jackin'
It's theives in the area like aircraft carrier's
We're launchin' F-15's
And Anti-Wack Maf Machines
Michropone, sittin' on my vocal chord
Sendin' busta's to the crossroads like Thuggish Ruggish Bone
It's the C-O-O-L-I-O, well I, wont fold
When I'm controllin' my soul

[Chorus: Repeat 1 1/2 times]
 
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"N Da Closet"

"N Da Closet"


5:30 in the morning and I haven't been to sleep
A pair of raggedly ass ProWings on my feet
Ten dollars in my pocket and now I'm on the creep
to the double-up spot cos the shit is comin cheap
It's 1984 and the rocks is all fat
Southern California, LA is where it's at
I'm smokin like a motherfuckin choo-choo train
Big cocaine inside my brain, aah
But nobody knows that I'm on the hype
Use to be in CREAM, well now I hit the pipe
Face sucked in, yellow tooth grin
No bitches, no friends, no ins to spend
I'm stuck like a rat in a sticky ass trap
and I sold everything but my motherfuckin gat
I got a habit like a rabbit and I wanna stop it
but I can't cos I'm locked 'n da closet

[Bridge:]
Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
Listen homey

No rehabilitation, no wantin to talk to...
Doin crimes on every fuckin place I can walk to
I still get props in the hood when I stroll by
Cos niggas don't know that I'm smokin like Popeye
Mama's in the kitchen cookin rice
Daddy's in the pen doin life
Sister gotta husband, she's a wife
And I'm in the backyard hittin the pipe
It's been three or four months since I started usin
It's a uphill battle and now I know I'm losin
I go to the spots where my face ain't familiar
and I cook here jack cos I don't know these niggas
I'm livin like a peasant and it ain't pleasant
I think I need to change my direction
I got the five dollar piece now I'm all in the carpet
in the dark cos I'm locked 'n da closet

[Chorus:]
Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell
Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell
Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah

One year done passed and now I'm lookin dusty
Disgusted because my own mama don't trust me
My sister's on the trip cos she knows I'm on the hit
And I can't take this shit
There's a rumour goin round that I'm puffin heavily
and my neighbours is lookin at me crazy, G
I guess they figured out that I broke in they house
and stole all they shit while they was out
My sister told my aunt and my aunt told Pam
and Pam let it slip to that bitch Roxanne
Roxanne told Bill and Bill told Duke
Now the whole hood knows that I play the flute
But before I lost my respect
I didda lick your dumb ass on a jet, SHIT!
Now I'm back to life, yeah I'm back to reality
Ain't no side effects or technicalities
There's one thing about it when your life is fucked
At the bottom the only way to go is up, aah
No more cocaine bitches
I kick the door off the motherfuckin hinges
I'm out the closet *screaming*

[Chorus:]
Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell
Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell
Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it
let em have it

Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell
Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell
Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah
 
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