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Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth – Ghettos of the Mind (A Capella) Lyrics

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[Intro: Pete Rock]
Uh-huh
Once again
Back to attack
C.L. Smooth
Talkin’ ’bout the ghetto
Yeah
Ghettos of the mind
Let me hear what ya got, come on

[Verse 1: C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock]
I catch a body at a party, sort of herbal with the verbal (Uh)
Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle (Woo, yeah)
Baggin’ while you’re lollygaggin’, raggin’, toe-taggin’ (What?)
Assassin with the millimeter roars of a dragon (Yeah)
Here stood the black hood, thirsty for the ends (Uh-huh)
And for the love of money, kind of funny, new friends (Pss)
Public housing, a thousand in a tent (Ah)
So I’m forced to sell hell just to pay the rent (Uh-huh)
Killin’ my own people (What?), I put ’em out of order (Uh-huh)
Just like the liquor store scene on every corner (Ah)
I’m tryin’ but the kids keep cryin’ and the bullets keep flyin’ (Pow pow)
Look, a boy, he’s on the curb just dyin’
Finally the cops come, dumb to the slum (Uh)
Pull out a gun and arrest the wrong one
Wax all the Puerto Ricans and Blacks
So they can never relax (Woo)
I dwell, might as well learn the facts
Pete Rock and C.L. can radio a shack up (Uh-huh)
Sparkin’ off and have ’em all callin’ for backup (Say what?)
“Watch another crime and you’re gonna do time” (Yeah)
All this you’ll find in the ghettos of the mind

[Bridge: Pete Rock]
Ain’t that somethin’? Come on
La la, ah yeah, la la, come on
It’s like that, uh, la la, yeah
Come on, la la

[Verse 2: C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock]
Listen to cats and rough rats war under the window
When the ghetto forts flurry (Ah), never was a Tom and Jerry (Uh-huh)
Livin’ ain’t cheap, my survival is deep
In this part of town where the city never sleep
A Barney Miller rollin’, you can bet the car’s stolen
Or static with your BM, only when you see them (What?)
Speakin’ on your baby’s mom, a best for the drama
Always tryna make a movie, little stark-ravin’ looney (Ha ha)
Stressin’ it, but you know the ghetto keep ya busy (Yeah)
A place that when I die it would never even miss me (Miss you)
Crack vials in the aisles as one pimp smiles
Dope piles workin’ hookers by the miles (That’s right)
But still my pop’s got three jobs to stable (Yeah)
The family household and food on the table (Woo)
So as we pray for all our souls to keep (Yeah)
Somebody’s on the project roof, ready to leap (Woo)
I wanna stop the pain, Lord, a bad situation (Uh-huh)
But backwards wisdom I can’t afford to give ’em (Yeah)
Self savior is much braver with the conscious behavior
Designed in the ghettos of the mind

[Bridge: Pete Rock]
Ain’t that somethin’? Come on, la la
Yeah, come on, la la
Come on, come on, come on, la la
Yeah, uh, la la
The funky break
Uh, yeah, the funky break
Kick the flow
Come on

[Verse 3: C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock]
I could never look forward to an early retirement (Uh)
But still I maintain in a hostile environment (Yeah)
Hustle in the concrete jungle for loot
My parents hated blood money so they gave me the boot (Pss)
Take a risk ’cause the peer pressure has the edge (Word?)
It was a blessin’ when I saw my life dangle on the ledge (Uh)
The streets coulda swallowed me whole
But coma’s all gone when I got to see my healthy son born (Uh)
And now I bring him home to the ghetto
Only to make a stronger fellow (Woo)
Maybe do some good for the neighborhood (Yeah)
It’s hard playing hero livin’ less than a zero (Uh-huh)
Raging Bull like DeNiro, the modern day pharoah (Yeah)
A concentration camp with the Section 8
Welfare checks given at a monthly rate (Pss, ah)
Apply for the get high or just plain lazy (Uh)
Many steady collect right around the fifth baby (Uh-huh)
The hawk is out but the niggas never pack it (Whoa)
A hundred-dollar sneakers with the skimpy-ass jacket (Pss)
When people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind (Left behind)
Imagine in the ghettos of the mind

[Outro: Pete Rock]
Ghettos of the mind, la la
Come on, la la
Yeah, uh, la la
That’s right, come on, la la
With the ghetto, la la
Talkin’ from the ghetto, la la, yeah
With the ghetto, la la
Come on, yeah, la la

Taylor Bennett – Don’t Wait Up Lyrics

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[Chorus: Taylor Bennett]
When the sun comes down, don’t wait up
Know the stars won’t wait for us
So it’s all in the dust, our first kiss
But what about dreams and happiness, is it all at risk?
Well how ’bout this, all the things that I should miss
Got me stuck in a glitch, I can’t fix
For dreams and happiness

[Verse 1: Taylor Bennett]
When the sun comes down, I don’t wait up
Spent too many nights tryna wait on love
Or should I hit folks at the club I know they’re makin’ some noise
Man, I love my boys
The only line left to call before my mama for hugs
Always seen you picture-perfect, that’s what modelin’ does
I always thought we’d move to LA so it’s all in the dust
For a new screen cut
When the sun comes up
But what about love and happiness?

[Chorus: Taylor Bennett]
When the sun comes down, don’t wait up
Know the stars won’t wait for us
So it’s all in the dust, our first kiss
But what about dreams and happiness, is it all at risk?
Well how ’bout this, all the things that I should miss
Got me stuck in a glitch, I can’t fix
For dreams and happiness

[Verse 2: Taylor Bennett]
Uh
Shout out Static that went ghost in respect to my BM
Not tryna have me creepin’ like TLC on the weekends
Or TMZ in their DM’s and tryna peep my recents
I know they got they problems but I got a thousand reasons
Run away from the media, Wikipedia
Feel like they all misleadin’ ya
Even when we’re believers of superhero, hysteria
Turnin’ up Uber radios
Votin’ for Democrats, smokin’ weed to relax
These are known to be facts, we ain’t tryna be fox
Everything we done lost, this is all that we got
A mix of Pop and Hip-Hop, whatever to fit the box
Ones that idiots watch, all in a paradox
Soundin’ like paradise, still can’t take my own advice
Drop and roll towards the light, this Rock ‘n’ Roll shit for life
The sun is always outside and our stars are just on the rise
We just tryna get high no disguise when we in the sky

[Chorus: Taylor Bennett]
When the sun comes down, don’t wait up
Know the stars won’t wait for us
So it’s all in the dust, our first kiss
But what about dreams and happiness, is it all at risk?
Well how ’bout this, all the things that I should miss
Got me stuck in a glitch, I can’t fix
For dreams and happiness

[Bridge: Mr. Hudson]
I didn’t even know my name
I didn’t even know my way home
Been drinkin’ night and day
Like that’s gonna bring you back home
Like that’s gonna change your mind
Like that’s gonna help you find a way
To forgive me
Or maybe even get back with me

[Chorus: Taylor Bennett]
When the sun comes down, don’t wait up
Know the stars won’t wait for us
So it’s all in the dust, our first kiss
But what about dreams and happiness, is it all at risk?
Well how ’bout this, all the things that I should miss
Got me stuck in a glitch, I can’t fix
For dreams and happiness

[Outro: Mr. Hudson]
I didn’t even know my name (Oh my name)
I didn’t even know my way home
Been drinkin’ night and day
Like that’s gonna bring you back home

NLE Choppa – Picture Me Grapin’ Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, turn me up a lil bit more
Just a lil bit more
What is that picture of me grapin’?
Ayy, we movin’, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Oh, they gon’ fuck on with this right now
NLE, the Top Shotta
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
NLE, the Top Shotta, ayy

[Verse 1]
Picture me rollin’ (Yeah)
Fat Cackwood smokin’, couple bitches in motion
We ain’t causin’ commotions but I be braggin’ and boastin’
I put the most in, I get the most out (I get it out), no doubt
I brought the Glock in and took my show out (Brr, brr, brr, brr), I sold out
We break them poles out for your show out (Ayy), then roll out
I got him hit and then I rapped about it, think he know now
Put a duffle bag up on his head, my nigga cash out (Cash out)
I get the cheese in large amounts, they callin’ me the cash cow (They callin’ me the cash cow)
We get the peace, we get the pints and then we tax ’em, Uncle Sam
Give ’em teddy bears and T-shirts, my dawg will put ’em down
Told that nigga get from ’round me, I don’t trust ’em (I don’t trust ’em)
So it’s fuck ’em, brand new chopper suppressed the muzzle whips when I bust ’em
Slide on ’em, hit the brother then we double back with different cutters (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
They know it’s real, they know it’s drama (Ayy), so they call ’em off

[Chorus]
Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (Day I die)
Yeah, you know I’m a thug nigga, but I’ma still cry (Still cry)
We ain’t doin’ no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes)
Standin’ over with this fire, and I’ma watch that nigga die (I’ma watch that nigga die)
Niggas know how we comin’, comin’, we slammin’ like we drummin’ (Slammin’ like we drummin’)
Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin’, we shootin’ it ain’t nothin’
We leavin’ them niggas slumpin’, slumpin’, see my gun and runnin’ out
A hunnid rounds keep ’em comin’, comin’, murder on my conscience

[Verse 2]
I got this pistol in my pants and I’m posted where I wanna be (Yeah, yeah)
I made my own label, I can’t see no nigga sonnin’ me
I got too much to lose, I’m takin’ you, you think you takin’ me? (Watch)
I never been a fool, I watch your moves, you think you snakin’ me? (I’m watchin’)
Real killer, all my niggas feel safe with me
Even though they really supposed to be securin’ me
I told Big Sean that I don’t really need security, but that’s my nigga
But ain’t any nigga put fear in me
I sincerely wrote a note but they ain’t hearin’ me (They ain’t hearin’ me, cuh)
I give a junk a line of coke to go on killing sprees (They ain’t hearin’ me, cuh)
I told the bitch to get the drop while she was on her knees (Brr, brr)
She asked me what’s in it for her, I said, “I got a treat,” I skeeted
Yeah I left it on her face and I told her, “That’s the only thing you gettin’ from me, bih”
I live the life of a boss player until the day I die (Until the day I die)
Couple bitches they feelin’ on me, they sayin’ that I’m fly (They sayin’ that I’m fly)
Feel like 2Pac, I got two bitches, they fuckin’ in the spot
Her ass fat, I’m grabbin’, grippin’, I’ma squeeze it ’til it pop
You know I get around, I get your pants down and then I rob (Then I rob)
Hood nigga, I’ma pull my pants down, keep on my socks
Jamaican nigga, she be feelin’ on my hair, she like my locs (She like my locs)
I put her head on my cock, I told her, “Suck it, don’t stop”
Ay you can call me tummy, I got the drank up in my belly
And we slid on ’em, got to poppin’, know you got the message
We ain’t ’bout the talkin’, bitch, we ’bout the sparkin’ (About to kill a nigga, yeah, we gonna merk him)
Pull up on ’em then we caution taped him, white-chalk him
I got a child but my BM really be on bullshit (She on bullshit, that’s facts)
I’m askin’ God why, I got these problems on these pool pits
Heard another diss today, I put ’em on my shooter list (They on my shooter list)
Shoot it up, I’m all black, I’m ready to go do it man
Shoot a man, gun in hand
Have ’em runnin’ like the running man
Where you runnin’ when I’m sprayin’?
A couple bands wrapped in rubber bands
Put it all up on your head, bands make ’em dance when them choppas start playin’
You sayin’ what you sayin’ but I’m sayin’ what I’m sayin’
And my nigga of the Xans he’ll blam on your man (Brr)

[Chorus]
Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (Day I die)
Yeah, you know I’m a thug nigga, but I’ma still cry (Still cry)
We ain’t doin’ no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes)
Standin’ over with this fire, and I’ma watch that nigga die (I’ma watch that nigga die)
Niggas know how we comin’, comin’, we slammin’ like we drummin’ (Slammin’ like we drummin’)
Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin’, we shootin’ it ain’t nothin’
We leavin’ them niggas slumpin’, slumpin’, see my gun and runnin’ out
A hunnid rounds keep ’em comin’, comin’, murder on my conscience

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hahaha
Brr, brr, brr
Picture me rollin’
We bend the curve when we creepin’, when we step
Picture me grapin’
Play them choppas, move ’em right to left
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Picture me rollin’
NLE, the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Picture me grapin’, brr

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Said N Done Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)

[Chorus]
When it’s all said and done, who you gon’ ride for?
Who you gon’ slide for? Who you down to die for?
I gave her my heart, she was tellin’ lies, though
Sleepin’ with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold
I came from the bottom, I didn’t have a dime, bro
Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though
I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro
This shit took some time, bro, finally get my shine on

[Verse 1]
I done been betrayed, yeah, I done been backstabbed
Now I got my bands up and they who I laugh at
Riding in the Demon, no, this ain’t no Scatpack
And we carry big straps, I suggest you back back
I just speak the truth, I’m not with thе rap cap
Can’t wait ’til they free Turk, Mr. Push-Your-Shit-Back
Rest in peacе to Larry, Johnny B, and Tay, man
Swear I had a rough past, feel like I grew up fast
Go to war about my dawgs
Yeah, the ones who pick me up whenever I fall
All the pain I endured just to ball
I’d give this shit away to be with y’all
Standin’ with you, throwin’ gang signs, do it matter?
When them bullets start flyin’, have fun, scatter
He ain’t have no business in that car, now he ready to tattle
Just got shipped the diagnostics and he on a platter
Got on long sleeves, but I still bear arms
Rockin’ Christian Dior, nigga, I’m in rare form
Savage ball like ’97, ’98 Jordan
Step back, shoot you in your face like I’m James Harden
[Chorus]
When it’s all said and done, who you gon’ ride for?
Who you gon’ slide for? Who you down to die for?
I gave her my heart, she was tellin’ lies, though
Sleepin’ with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold
I came from the bottom, I didn’t have a dime, bro
Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though
I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro
This shit took some time, bro, finally get my shine on

[Verse 2]
Right hand on my Glock, left hand on her coochie
Cock the chop, hit your top, nigga, Bruce Lee
I’m the boogeyman, pussies can’t spook me
Got your BM on my line talkin’ ’bout, “Scoop me”
You know I got a soft spot for the hoochies
I don’t talk to bitches, bitches talk the bullshit
I bought every pair of Amiris in the boutique
You know we want all the smoke, nigga, Lucy
I’ll never fall off, I might take a break
You know either way it go, my family gon’ be straight
Still in debt from all the losses that I had to take
When you out here tryna evolve, they gon’ call you fake
I can’t turn my back on the gang no matter what I make
I done took a lot of risks to make sure niggas ate
Superhero in my hood, I don’t need a cape
I be lost sometimes, feelin’ like I’m runnin’ in place
[Chorus]
When it’s all said and done, who you gon’ ride for?
Who you gon’ slide for? Who you down to die for?
I gave her my heart, she was tellin’ lies, though
Sleepin’ with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold
I came from the bottom, I didn’t have a dime, bro
Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though
I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro
This shit took some time, bro, finally get my shine on

[Outro: Morgan Freeman & Young Thug]
(Metro)
When all is said and done
We can only judge, punish, reward, enslave, and free ourselves
There will always be doubters and haters, but they only have the power you give them
Remain focused, move forward, and never lose faith in yourself
Until next time, stay in Savage Mode
Because anything else would be too damn civilized
Peace