Ludacris

[fox69]

"Blow It Out"

"Blow It Out"


[Ludacris]
AOWWWW!
I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started
Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
In one year I got rich, now life's movin so fast
But bein broke with no food is just a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all prayin that I flop? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All these rappers wanna know what I'm gettin for sixteens
Try 80, want a discount? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
See in just six months I infiltrated the system
If you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed him
Niggaz hate givin me props cause I might use it against them
C'mon, get Ludacris out! BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]
If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

[Ludacris]
It's time to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If you ever think of stoppin me - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
Next year I'm lookin in to buyin Greenbriar Mall
You probably own a lot of property! BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic balls
Plus his money keeps flowin like Niagara Falls
We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws
I'm 'bout to go on vacation - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a curve
You mad cause I'm a THIEF and got away with words
I'ma start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves
Pepsi's the New Generation - BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
My black people show me love when I'm up on the block
And Latinos always waitin for my CD's to drop
White people love the flow, they say, "Dude, you fuckin rock!"
Yo' fans are my fans, right? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are softer than ice cream
Yo' scans are my scans, right? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
Now Luda's throwin up A's, and I'm lightin up L's
Around the globe gettin paid, you home bitin yo' nails
DTP, the only label that practice fightin ourselves
We probably gettin on your nerves, huh? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
I been eatin and gettin FAT while y'all dyin of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's puttin up McDonald's numbers
You over 6 million served, huh? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!

[Chorus]

BLOW IT OUT YA ASS!
WHOO!

 

[fox69]

"Blueberry Yum Yum"

"Blueberry Yum Yum"


[Luda]

Yeah, Um, I think ima try somthin that I ain't,
that I ain't neva did before on this one, lets go

[Hook]
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire

[Luda]
Got a lil bit of Blueberry Yum Yum
and I neva would of thought that they could eva taste this goooooood
Thank God for the man who put it in my hoooooood
Its got me singin' melodies I neva thought I woooouuuuld
I'm feelin' sorry for the homies that be smokin' wooood
Chop Chop, break it down for a playa like me me me me me
I'm 'bout to find me a women that skeet skeet skeet skeet
Ima keep smokin' 'till I reach my peak peak peak peak
Or till I'm stuck and my body feel weak weak weak weak weak
headed down to the dungeon woundren, if they got, some more
and if they don't then ima have ta settle for some droooo
and it just ain't cool cuz I don't have ta, ima have ta gooooo
and continue on my mission fishin for tha Yum Yum but I'm movin' sloooo

[Hook]
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire

[Luda]
Yess, fire fire got me so tired ima stop drop and rooooooolll
Put a wet towel under the doooooooor
Don't pass it I cant take it no mooooore
Somebody take a trip down to the stoooooore
hurry please cus I need some snacks snacks snacks snacks
and how long will it take to get back back back back
Yes indeed ima lil off track track track track track
Off this weed and I'm full of that yac yac yac yac yac
Get on in that stinkin' Lincoln crank it up and riiiiide
and it ain't enough room to fit the other chicks inside
I'm so hungry wit tha munchies ima eat everything in siiiiiight
Me and my blueberrys together and everything's all right

[Hook]
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire

[Luda]
Get the propane, rollin' things and lets blow this place uuuuuup
You already know whats uuup
I mighta had to pay some extra buuuuuucks
But I really don't give a fuuuuuck
Cuz a brotha feels great great great great great
But I'm barely awake wake wake wake wake
All bent outta shape shape shape shape shape
So stomp on ya brake brake brake brake brake
If u token good, then all my smokas, let me see ya flames
Don't know what ya got but my bag will, put yo stuff, ta shame
All tha different kinds of otha flavors, they don't mean a thing
You cant compare it don't stare cuz I got the ultimate Mary Jane

[Hook]
Get ya lighters roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Get ya lighters roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire

 

[fox69]

"Burning Bridges"
(feat. Jason Aldean)

"Burning Bridges"
(feat. Jason Aldean)



[Chorus - Jason Aldean:]
When all your love is lost
And burning bridges can't be crossed
Lord, won't you let me know?
Or give me one more reason to go?

[Chorus]

Yeah, I done took all I could take from you
Need a little bit more than a break from you
Matter of fact - FUCK you, don't need you in my life (no)
You done did so much wrong I hope you get right
But not at my expense, I did all I could do
You just took me for granted, you thought I was a fool (nah)
When I did everything in my power to help and please you
But I don't know you no more - FUCK it, I caught amnesia! (woo!)
Too many emotions I try to bury
But the higher I climb, the less weight I'm tryin' to carry (yeah)
And niggas holdin' on for dear life, bringin' me drama
But I'm only responsible for my daughters Cai and Karma
Nigga you's a grown man, get yourself together
Forget about the past, now's a better time than NEVER
Matter of fact, it's time to start makin' better decisions
So put your fires out and stop burnin' Chris' bridges (woo!)
Hah, you little bitches

[Chorus]

Yeah, this industry's full of bullshitters
And all this time you thought you had me fooled niggas
In my Ferrari partner thought he saw a spaceship
Cause I move in speed not to get caught up in this fake shit
Smilin' in my face when I'm around y'all
But soon as I leave, niggas be prayin' on my downfall (Lord)
Is it cause you'll never sell as many records?
My bitches always look better? You fail at business endeavours?
Or that people thought you were clever but now they know you STUPID?
And misery loves company now that you're goin' through it? (yeah)
Somebody tell these rappers I worked hard in these Louis
So get out of here, you don't want no parts in this shit, do we?
I see them drugs got y'all trippin' too soon
That's why you find me in the club every once in a blue moon
So while you contemplate makin' your first million
I'll be somewhere contemplatin' on makin' my first BILLION
Hah, and then trillion

[Chorus]

Yeah, the biggest mistake we make as individuals (what's that?)
is thinkin' everyone lives by the same principles (okay)
But when I talk by the same teachers and principals (nope)
For you to know it's not the money, it's the principle (woo!)
So I can't expect you to know what I'm talkin' 'bout (nah)
Our issues are deep within, we can't just talk 'em out
Niggas is fightin' inside, we can't just walk 'em out (they fightin'!)
These bridges burnin' so fast, we can't just stomp 'em out
Ugh, as if you know what I'm talkin' 'bout

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Call Up The Homies"
(feat. The Game, Willy Northpole)

"Call Up The Homies"
(feat. The Game, Willy Northpole)



[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up nigga
What the hell is goin on,
I'm tryin to ease back,
And get my head in the zone,
Where the fuck you tryin to go,
Nigga this yo city,
Anywhere, I'm just tryin to see some ass and titties,
So full mash the gas,
The night is young,
All bull shit aside,
I'm tryin to have some fun,
Hit the hop in Lakewood,
Or ride down Slawson,
Or to Casino,
they say it's just like Compton,
Really doesn't matter,
Long as shots don't ring out,
Nigga I stay strapped,
I don't wanna pull the thing out,
Well keep the heat heat,
right up under the seat,
and let's roll to Roscoe's,
And grab somethin to eat,
But check ya rear view mirror,
I swear somebody's following,
Rollin in that dark blue,
SS Impala and,
All up on tha bumpa,
Man I'm just sayin,
Tell me you know this nigga,
Naw they betta stop playin,
He sped up around,
And drove right in front of us,
Could be one time,
Just tryin to bust one of us,
Till he smashed the brakes,
And we almost hit him,
Throwin signs out the window,
like something was wrong with him,
Before we jump out,
And get ready to clown,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down

[Chorus]
Keep one eye open,
Cause the streets don't sleep,
If the streets get hungry,
Then the streets gon eat,
That's why I keep some heat,
And a couple of rounds,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down,
Call up the homies,
It's about to go down,
Yeah, call up the homies,
It about to go down,
Yeah, that's why I keep some heat,
And a couple of rounds,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down

[Verse 2 - The Game]
Somebody tell Luda,
I'm on the way now,
Aight, just stepped one size 12,
Air force one in the A-town,
And you know where I'm headed,
To the Lennox Mall,
To get it done head to toe,
N.W.A. style,
Do it then, Keep it gangsta,
From the waist down,
And this chrome tre pound,
Got me feelin,
Atlanta brave now,
Right, disturbin the peace,
I'll let the lead spray,
I'm startin to love this place,
They even got red clay,
Okay, hit a different,
Strip club everyday,
And I don't make it rain,
It's a hurricane on the way,
And I got,
The A-town pump,
It'll make ya whole body,
Do the A-town stomp,
Then it's off,
To the waffle house,
And pancake mix,
Ain't the only thing,
coming out of mouth,
And the 42 D's,
Coming out her blouse,
So baby, daddy coming in,
Game get out the house

[Chorus]
Keep one eye open,
Cause the streets don't sleep,
If the streets get hungry,
Then the streets gon eat,
That's why I keep some heat,
And a couple of rounds,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down,
Call up the homies,
It's about to go down,
Yeah, call up the homies,
It about to go down,
Yeah, that's why I keep some heat,
And a couple of rounds,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down

[Verse 3 - Ludacris & Willy Northpole]
Yeah I'm in a real life movie,
So this is take 3,
Where Luda step foot,
Out in Phoenix, AZ,
Super Bowl, super hoes,
Drivers on stroll,
So I put the call in,
To Willie Northpole,
Big homie I got ya,
Stick to ya like a cactus,
Welcome to tha bird city,
Cris take off ya jacket,
I know you kind of used to,
Big bootys in the club,
But ain't nothing wrong,
To have a little salsa in ya blood,
I see a couple thugs,
With some bitch Tennessees,
My town but,
I still got Phoenix enemies,
Haters wanna stop em,
And I really wanna pop em,
But it's hard to fight back,
When you got an album droppin,
Connect, We in south Phoenix,
Nigga Africa bang,
Matter fact Cris,
Tuck in ya Africa chain,
Cause I see some nigga staring at us,
With a lame frown,
I'm a call up the homies,
It's about to go down,

[Chorus]
Keep one eye open,
Cause the streets don't sleep,
If the streets get hungry,
Then the streets gon eat,
That's why I keep some heat,
And a couple of rounds,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down,
Call up the homies,
It's about to go down,
Yeah, call up the homies,
It about to go down,
Yeah, that's why I keep some heat,
And a couple of rounds,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down

 

[fox69]

"Call Ya Bluff"

"Call Ya Bluff"


Yeah
Anything you wanna do I'm ready to do it, my nigga, just say so
Don't say it on the record with your chest, leave the booth and then go lay low
Hiding behind your security detail, actin' like a female
I done sold over 20 million records I could really give a fuck about retail
Now back to basics
Back to Adidas with the fat laces
Back to the Ac' where I'm riding to the track in the track, get it straight nigga, no chases
Age ain't nothing but a number, Luda rapping like he just turned 24
Any rapper wanna forget who I am every now and then I see I gotta let em know
Yo must I remind you
You rap like something behind you
Got paid, but your heart pump Kool Aid
Cover Girl make up should have signed you
But it's never too late
15 years, nigga, never too great
4 years off getting Hollywood checks, but you niggas want beef and you looking like steak

I see that liquor got you loose
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
I'll make you niggas lose a tooth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Fuck y'all niggas, I'm the truth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Now I'm like, fuck calling a truce
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth

Hol' up
Never fuck with a nigga who got some kids
Cause when you talk about me, then you talk about them
Then I gotta come where you live
You takin' food out they mouth, now I gotta put a fist in yours
I don't play about my hustle
A nigga got all these acres
All my neighbors think I'm flipping them birds
Naw, but I be flipping these words
Anything you hear me saying I could back up
And you talk so tough on the mic
But whenever you in sight, nigga, something don't add up
Put your money where your mouth is
Wait, put a gat where your blouse is
You think it's funny cus it's sunny where your house is
Bitch, I'll put my muddy ass boots where your couch is (Fuck yo couch)
I live this shit, you know you do this just for show, nigga
You act as if Ludacris just came and took your ho, nigga
You's a ho, nigga, yeah I said it twice
Let this be warning number two, motherfucker go and roll the dice

I see that liquor got you loose
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
I'll make you niggas lose a tooth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Fuck y'all niggas, I'm the truth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Now I'm like, fuck calling a truce
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth

 

[fox69]

"Can You Buy That"

"Can You Buy That"


[Chorus]
Mutherfucker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)
I could buy that!
Mutherfucker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)
I could buy that!
Mutherfucker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)
Awww, here this nigga Luda go again talking ’bout how much money he got

[Verse 1]
Luda! oh no, don’t try that
Twenty million dollar crib muthafucker I could buy that
You can see me in a fly lap
Maserati’s, Lamborghini’s or a mutherfuckin’ Maybach
Lay back making pay stacks
Conjure on the rocks, don’t chase that
Buss all in your bitch face, and like Puff, tell her take that, take that!
Champagne by the boatload
Keep a bottle of a Veuve Clicquot in a choke hold
I’m rough I choke hoes, cockin’ a magnum like 44′s
Get it? I’m loco! I know people mob like no does
All night with the door closed
Women jumpin’ on my stick like pogo’s
Higher, my rubbers all rotate like tires
I fuck the bitch before I fuck you
Damn right I’m tired!
I’m filthy rich, bitch, go spend some mula
I went to the dealership and the Ferrari dude was like errr Luda?

[Chorus]
Mutherfucker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that) [x5]
I could buy that!
Mutherfucker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)
I could buy that!
Mutherfucker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)
Big Bank take Little bank nigga, I could buy that
Mutherfucker can you buy that? (buy that, buy that)
Your money is my money
I can buy that!

[Verse 2]
I can buy that shit
No nigga can even deny that shit
Pull up at the light in a Harley and a Bugatti
Whatever you driving you better hide that shit
Oh, fuck your life, kill yourself nigga
Go buy a casket, and kill yourself nigga!
You can find me freaking a Puerto Rican
Or down in Panama with the stamina of an athlete
Overlooking the women in Guatemala, Tahiti
They in bikini’s I’m running them like a track meet
Bloaw! Ready, set go, I’m so outrageous
Yo’ money is tied up, bitch my money is the dominatrix
Yo’ money’s funny, my money’s mean
Yo’ money’s scummy, my money’s clean
Yo’ money is…stupid
My money is “get over here, finish him. haduken”

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Can't Live With You"
(feat. Monica)

"Can't Live With You"
(feat. Monica)



[Monica]
I can't live with ya, can't live without you
I say I can't live with ya, can't live without you
Ooh I can't live with ya, can't live without you
I can't live with ya, can't live without you

[Ludacris]
One day I love you, the next I can't stand you
Huh, it's too much for me to handle
I made my mind up thinkin I'm on the right track
So then I leave you, but then come right back
And I don't like that, I swear I'm so confused
Don't know what I want or what's the right thing to do
But the right thing is you, you're my destiny
Even at my worst you still bringin out the best in me
But then you testin me, know how to push my buttons
Fussin, fightin, yeah we always gettin into somethin
So mad I make you cry, then we make love
A never-endin cycle, make up to break up
It's time to wake up, I need to smell the coffee
Play with these other women, or get 'em all off me
And you wonder why your man'll just doubt ya
Can't live with ya, can't live without ya

[Chorus: Monica]
I can't live with ya, can't live without you
I say I can't live with you, can't live without you
Ooh I can't live with ya, can't live without you
The one thing that I know, is I can't seem to let you (go)
You got me to the point of walking out the (door)
And then I find myself coming back for (more)
I don't know what to do
Cause I can't live with ya, and can't live without you

[Ludacris]
One day I love you, the next I can't stand you
Huh, it's too much for me to handle
One minute naggin me, always harrassin me
Next minute squeezin me, huggin, kissin and grabbin me
Just when I think it's cool, you back startin shit
Findin the smallest things just to start an argument
Goin through my phone, KNOW you shouldn'ta took it though
I hope your stupid ass find what you're lookin fo'
Stormin out the house mad, throwin breakin shit
Callin your girls, exaggeratin and fakin shit
Pack your clothes like you really 'bout to leave this time
KNOW you messed up but actin like it's me this time
It's a revolvin door, that keeps spinnin 'round
Are we gon' be together, or are we finished now?
And you wonder why your man'll just DOUBT ya
Can't live with ya, can't live without ya

[Chorus]

[Monica]
When the going get tough and the fightin be rough
Now some folks may call it hood but I guess we call it love
I be askin for your touch then I don't give you my trust
First I hate you with a passion then I can't need you enough
I be, wantin to spend my whole life wit'chu
And I be, talkin 'bout how you and me are through
And my mind says yes but my heart says no
And my mind says walk but my feet won't go away yeahhhh
See I be tellin you to go
but deep inside I want you to stayyyyy
Uh, and you know how to make me smile
but at times you ruin my dayyyyy
Ooh, we gotta get better
Gotta get it together
And you wonder why your girl just doubt ya
Can't live with you, can't live without youuuuu

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Catch Up"
(feat. Infamous 2-D & Fate Wilson)

"Catch Up"
(feat. Infamous 2-D & Fate Wilson)



[Chorus]
All this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just relly don't give a fuck

And all this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck

[Ludacris]
Now let me be quite Frank
Cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drink
And I'm steady smoking buddah
I do the
Evil that'll bend you when I get you
I'mma sit you down
Then take it to the mental and essential and clown
Every chance I get
Bitch I'm hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer shit
I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again
So when I get old I'mma rock, roll, shake, and shiver
With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver

[Chorus]

[Infamous 2-0]
Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos
Steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging blo
Doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac Legend
Runnin wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron
Then'll smoke a L
Bust shells
And dare ya to tell
Walk up in the club
Pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots
Sippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it's
hot
Shaking tits and twats
Placing big face 20's and cock
Loading clips and glocks
Knowing we got the haters hot
The ballin' don't stop
Just drop more G's on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga cause it's gon' catch up

[Chorus]

[F.A.T.E.]
Now wit the help of Hen and Coke
I grab my pen and pad and wrote
Something that I knew was dope
And represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke
Wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King
But I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretta
My shit even come out better
Grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga really need
Run up in the club and blow a motherfucker til he
bleed
Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out
Or the club get closed out
If it's hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get Dro'd out
There's no doubt I love my life
Love the light
Love to write
Love the mic
So take a drag
Grab a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed
Believe me it catch up

[Chorus]

[F.A.T.E.]
Git it right
Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL
We are the dirty south's dirtiest. Disturbing the peace.

[White guy]
Hey bring on the bitches!!

 

[fox69]

"Charge It To The Rap Game"

"Charge It To The Rap Game"


Everybody wants the fortune and fame
The more things change, the more they stay the same
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game

Where do I begin
Well, the industry shady not everybody is your friend
I had to learn that shit the hard way
In and out bogus contracts since before I was rapping in the hallway
Everyone out for money, executives out for blood
If you don't keep the music current then labels'll pull the plug (Get it)
Hard to admit when shit don't go the way you plan
While everybody's on Instagram just fronting like life is brand
Take it back to one of my first tours
Fuckin' everything movin' thinkin' groupies will never do nothing back to us
Kick 'em out the hotel swearing I hit my finer things
Lost a bunch of jewelry from a Rolex to a diamond chain (Bitch)
How in the hell did I get caught slippin'
Meanwhile on all my records, nigga talkin' bout he pimpin'
Maybe i exaggerated a lil bit
You know fake it till you make it every one of us rappers gotta talk a little shit
Yeah I done smashed some video vixens and some actresses
But brand name pussy don't feel no different on my matresses
Insecure hoes with brest jobs and butt shots
Blaming on us rich niggas sponsoring shit and what not
Now guys are just as big as groupies as these women is
Till you break up and a bitch wonder where her percentage is
While these regular hoes are trying to play the trap game
And now is the time I blame it on the rap game

Everybody wants the fortune and fame
The more things change, the more they stay the same
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game

Listen, this ain't scripted this reality
It take some drugs for us to conquer this is sanity
Thieves using our name promoting these fake appearances
Publicists overcharging taking years for these clearances
I got [?] some rappers said I stole their joint nigga
Spend half a million just to prove a fucking point nigga
We got the fans thinking rappers never lose
Gave a producer a hundred grand for a beat I never use (Damn)
The false stories and being misquoted in magazines
Got a nigga wanting to go and load a couple magazines
Head to your office and shoot up the whole fucking staff
Post that on your website and burn while I fucking laugh
You protesters at my concerts y'all make me sick
I thought I told y'all I would never disrespect a bitch
It's clear to see that Hip Hop's under attack man
Or is it cause that no one wants to see a rich black man
Really they want us with no money
Hungover and missing flights and cutting our show money
Hip Hop cops still looking and trying to catch us slippin'
And put us in a position to make some real life decisions (Hmmm)
Or do we just be doing dumb shit
Emptying out these gun clips and always on the run shit
Lifestyles of us entertaining hood niggas
If it's bad to be a rapper what's good nigga

Everybody wants the fortune and fame
The more things change, the more they stay the same
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game

 

[fox69]

"Child Of The Night"
(feat. Nate Dogg)

"Child Of The Night"
(feat. Nate Dogg)



[Chorus 2X: Nate Dogg]
It's gonna get in ya, child of the night
.. and the hood rolls on
How do I begin to, do this shit right
.. get my hustle on

[Ludacris]
Look here!
Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my word
But on my path to see the light sometimes my vision gets blurred
It's all a part of growin up and seein life at it's worst
Then tryin to iron out my wrinkles, puttin family first
It seems like the whole world is out for sinkin my boat
But with God as my navigator I'll be stayin afloat
And I admit to bein caught by many foolish distractions
Then I'm forced to pay the price as the result of my actions
I'm battlin with MYSELF and every DAY it's a war
Curiosity killed the cat, why am I Curious George?
Gotta keep my nose up outta thangs that ain't none of my biz
And just cause somethin looks don't really mean that it is
Get through the agony and anger, the pain and strife
And take the necessary steps to try to change my life
I got some questions for you Lord cause my mentality's hood
So why is everything that's bad for me feel so good?

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Now I'm a only child, so excuse some of my selfish ways
I got spoiled when I was young, spoil myself today
Oh but I feed at least a thousand stomachs and how I've done it
is from the ground up a hundred miles and runnin
Dodgin and duckin everybody tryin to hammer me down
A self-made millionaire, baby look at me now
Can't tell me nothin still hungry as the day I began
Cause all I ever really needed was a pen in my hand
And a, pad in my lap, didn't matter in fact
Me and my momma lived in one room, and what's badder than that
was a young man forced to grow up at the age of 12
Tryin to get in where I fit, streets givin me hell
But yet I give it right - back, so how you like - that
Continue doin wrong 'til I was on the right - track
Tell me 'bout heavy money I might give it a PUSH
But a, bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
Come on

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
No matter how much older we get man, we all still children at heart
We all make mistakes, it's all good

Now I've tried plenty of times to get rid of my bad habits
Livin life on the cuttin edge, takin a stab at it
And learnin from my mistakes, try not to make 'em twice
Just admittin when I'm wrong, tryin hard to make it right
And baby, nobody's perfect in this world of ours
There's plenty people gettin stitches in this world of scars
But over time, pray to God that he can heal your wounds
Try to love and love again until they seal your tomb
Cause life is short if you don't know this it'll pass you by
That's why my head is in the clouds tryin to pass the sky
Never blinkin for a minute, keep my eyes on my foes
They wanna catch me in the open, bring my life to a close
Meanwhile that's why I'm bringin so much life to my shows
I've seen smiles I'm makin changes turnin glitter to gold
Don't let these devils play you down or belittle your soul
Just be happy with yo'self and it's so simple to grow
Come on

[Chorus - to fade w/ ad libs]