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128,
06:32,
2008-04-24 05:54:39
Description: -How're you doing?What do you say I buy you a cup of coffee?
-Yeah, sure. Let's go.
-Follow me........
Seven years in Folsom. In the hole for three. McNeil before that. McNeil as tough as (More) -How're you doing?What do you say I buy you a cup of coffee?
-Yeah, sure. Let's go.
-Follow me........
Seven years in Folsom. In the hole for three. McNeil before that. McNeil as tough as they say?
-You looking to become a penologist?
-You looking to go back?
-You know I chased down some crews. Guys just looking to fuck up, get busted back.That you?
-You must've worked some dipshit crews.
-I worked all kinds.
-You see me doing liquor store holdups with a "Born to Lose" tattoo on my chest?
-No I do not.
-Right.I am never going back.
-Then don't take down scores.
-I do what I do best: I take scores. You do what you do best: Try to stop guys like me.
-So you never wanted a regular-type life?
-What is that? Barbecues and ball games?
-Yeah.
-This regular-type life like your life?
-My life? No, my life..
-My life's a disaster zone.I got a stepdaughter so fucked up...because her real father
is this large-type asshole.I got a wife.We're passing each other on the down slope of a marriage.My third.That's my life.
-A guy told me one time: "Don't get attached to anything you can't walk out on in 30 seconds if you feel the heat around the corner."If you're on me and you got to move
when I move how do you expect to keep a marriage?
-That's an interesting point.
-What do you a monk?
-I have a woman.
-What do you tell her?
-I tell her I'm a salesman.
-So, if you spot me coming around that corner you'll just walk out on her?Not say good-bye?
-That's the discipline.
-That's pretty vacant.
-It is what it is.It's that, or we both better go do something else.
-I don't know how to do anything else.
-Neither do l.
-I don't want much to either.
-Neither do l.
-You know, I have this recurring dream.I'm sitting at this big banquet table and all the victims of all the murders I ever worked are there and they're staring at me with these black eyeballs because they got eight-ball hemorrhages from the head wounds.And there they are, these big balloon people because I found them two weeks after they'd been under the bed. The neighbors reported the smell and there they are all just sitting there.
-What do they say?
-Nothing
-No talk?
-Just ...They have nothing to say.
-We just look at each other.They look at me nd that's it. That's the dream.
-I have one where I'm drowning.I gotta wake myself up and start breathing or I'll die in my sleep.
-You know what thats about?
-Yeah.Having enough time.
-Enough time to do what you want to do?
-That's right.
-You doing it now?
-No, not yet.
-You know, we're sitting here like a couple of regular fellas.You do what you do,and I do what I gotta do.Now that we've been face to face if I'm there and I gotta put you away l won't like it.But, I tell you if it's between you and some poor bastard whose wife you're gonna turn into a widow,brother, you are going down.
-There's a flip side to that coin.What if you do got me boxed in and I gotta put you down?Because no matter what you won't get in my way.We've been face to face, yeah. But I will not hesitate.Not for a second.
-Maybe that's will be.Or... who knows?
-Maybe we'll never see each other again. (Less) Channel: youtube
72,
05:31,
2008-05-25 13:38:50
Description: Can only put top 4 lyrics because theres too many words
4.It was written: The message-Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You (More) Can only put top 4 lyrics because theres too many words
4.It was written: The message-Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak niggaz played out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of livin, Vegas style roll dice in linen
Antera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin them
Threats I'm sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex adrenaline
Party with villians, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs
way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em
fuckin me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylight
with the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit
3:I am NY state of mind 2
Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
Niggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five niggaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four niggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake shit
Fake shit -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?
2: Nas Illmatic : the world is yours
sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like
Perry Mason with pens I'm embracin
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
1:Only built for cuban linx Verbal intercourse (1st verse)
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual (Less) Channel: youtube
54,
02:25,
2008-12-20 18:21:58
Description: LYRICS:
"Time For Us To Fuck"
[VERSE 1]
I see ya, I see ya
Girl I wanna love you long like ether
I know you want that pita
Girl I say I know you want that pita
That banana like (More) LYRICS:
"Time For Us To Fuck"
[VERSE 1]
I see ya, I see ya
Girl I wanna love you long like ether
I know you want that pita
Girl I say I know you want that pita
That banana like Chikita
I'ma hit it like Derek Jeter
The neighbors gon' think I beat her
I'll throw that dick much deeper
Come be my wide receiver
I'll give that girl a seizure
She forget her boyfriend, amnesia
She wanna ride it, I let her have it
She betta ride it like Danika Patrick
I get behind it, and move her
Like the Heimlich maneuver (OW!)
[CHORUS]
I don't know about you (chea)
But I'm really, really fucked up (chea)
No more liquor in my cup (chea)
I think it's time for us to, time for us to, time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to, time for us to...
[VERSE 2]
Bounce that booty like a basketball
See, I'm a ball-hog; I don't pass at all (ha-ha)
And now she wanna put her sister on
Now I got twins like "The Whisper Song"
And you could call her Mrs. Me Too
I say I'm on a strict diet, I can only eat you
Lick it lick it, lick it, lick it; I like to
Lick it lick it, lick it lick it..(ha-ha)
I got that Goose in my system
Somebody gon' be my victim
I got patrone in my system,
Somebody gon' be my victim (OW!)
[CHORUS]
I don't know about you (chea)
But I'm really, really fucked up (chea)
No more liquor in my cup (chea)
I think it's time for us to, time for us to, time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to fuck (let's go)
I think it's time for us to, time for us to...
[BRIDGE]
Come free yo' mind, on this dick that I have
You ain't gotta be my wife, but you need dick in yo' life
We gon' fuck all night long, I got kush in my bag
We can blaze one, and when we done
Go back to your man
I think I'm in love (love)
Oh, love (Oh love)
[4x]
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