Success Lyrics
Give it to me
[Hook]
I don't wanna be livin' this way
I'd rather be set makin' money, every day hey
Cause success is the way of life
I don't wanna be livin' this way
I'd rather be set makin' money, every day hey
Cause success is the way of life
[Verse 1]
Get the vest out cause it's stressed out
And my tech's out, makin' people scream
Seen niggas without two head count doin' push ups
I'm doin' sit ups, we stay like healthy
Cause niggas on my block are tryin' daily to out weigh me
Say we Jesus, help us God, time for harm
I'm gettin' number from the greasin' off in my palm
But I want some harder armor
Change my ways and ways I praise, amazing grace
How sweet the sound but now I'm catchin' evil
They think I'm sequel, ya see them people
Behind the bush, they wanna cook us
Four more of them pussies on my pushin'
Against the breeze just like a kite
You got that right, no marchin' with me with cho' butter knife
This fight, don't need to make an effort, promise
Cause it's dark without my lights and they ain't gotta compass
Speed bumps got us slowed, swervin' pot holes
Up they nose, what is man that gains the world and lose his soul
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I do a movie with a doobie and some brothers
Then go back to mothers
Have some sour cream smothered and buttered, no onion
I chief on the steps, makin' peace with myself
Can't leave my cheese on the shelf
I know what's gonna be there, believe this
I can see or see this, families and orthopedics
Through the all valley seasons
Through earth, wind, and fires
But still pimps and liars got my family zoned and took us on higher
The scale is off the rim, somebody stole ya meal
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How was I to tell, you was chokin high shit
A lot of time was wasted, on hoes in different places
I made the first step away like rehabilitation
I learned something so serious
Life is a game and when you play it's one time period
A lot of my niggas be playin' foul ball
Expect that tech when y'all ass get that last call
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Been up for days cause where I stays, I can't blaze
A nap and it's beginning to weigh heavy on my thinkin' cap
I'm gettin' higher but shit I'm tired
I'm bout to pass out, slowly and surely off the wire
Relyin' on the starin' image of pimp shit
Nothin' but a word I see is pity
Now that the rain is gone I maintain killin' prone
Protection if you restin' in my zone
They in my spot, my home see
They wanna take a load off my cot when you ain't makin' up ya own bed
Said Fred, that's the wrong leg snapper
You ain't gotta go home but I ain't cha' got damn Jed Clampett
But it's two misses that I miss in my direction
My own niggas in Memphis is cuttin' up my intersection
I did those and shattered lives and the lost souls
Save a prayer for them there table dancin' hoes
[Hook]
[Ad-libs to fade]
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Tela - Success Lyrics
Joell Ortiz - Psycho Lyrics
Psycho Lyrics
(Ft. Pharoahe Monch & B.o.B.)
I see you!
I see you looking at me, looking at me
So I ask: am I psycho?
Am I psycho? Yeah, IÂ'm a psycho!
I guess IÂ'm a psycho!
Is a cricket making noise outside of my window cell,
I canÂ't concentrate at myÂ…
While reading a book and cooking, some say this is ADD,
I count every single step I take I like ADD.
I just removed the breaks of my brand new ATV,
And switch the wheels with a BMX that I received in Â'83.
IÂ'm aÂ… a political naked and say hey!
I totally forgot what I would say,
But it would be mean and they would just scream
And throw theÂ… and tried to chase meÂ…
I used to love the goose, butÂ…
It was actually a tragedy, manÂ…. is crazy!
When everybodyÂ's happy, that makes me mad and I get angry,
Everybody said that IÂ'mÂ… IÂ'm not a baby
I just like to have my way and play and say these really good rhymes,
And make you tumble upÂ…
Chorus: (x2)
Am I a psycho?
Am I a psycho?
Yeah, IÂ'm a psycho
I guess IÂ'm a psycho!
Hey, why are you looking at me, hm?
I ainÂ't looking at you, hm?
But I gotta be looking at you, to see that youÂ're looking at me
ThatÂ's true!
Forget what I just said, may name is Ted, you wanna be cool?
Maybe go shoot some pool,
Maybe go swim in a pool,
Maybe will hit the gym, youÂ'll see how much weight I can pull.
I make goodÂ…, but I ainÂ't so cool andÂ…
But maybe we wonÂ't be friends, IÂ'll make your eyeball look azul.
With a left, a right, IÂ'm kicking the fight, letÂ's fight and that itÂ's cool!
Last night I watched the Â… that movie it was clear,
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Nobody walked across the screen, and IÂ'm the only one the cheer!
Scratching my nuts here, Â…beer, hugging my bear,
Dough, a deer, a female deer, rain upon him, run son!
Protect your mom and sister, here they come!
Bring it on youÂ… how dare you test theÂ…
IÂ'll drag your fury ass across theÂ…
Chorus: (x2)
Am I a psycho?
Am I a psycho?
Yeah, IÂ'm a psycho
I guess IÂ'm a psycho!
HereÂ's the line about how I reached my .. when I rhyme,
..ego is nine, IÂ'm a fucking American psycho.
Lucky number seven, six million Â…
So seven, leaving skeletons ... this reveal post,
.. I killed him, propped them behind a wheel.
When I ditched his last words, you need to see doctor Â…
Cannibal, tragic, and more dramatic, Â…
Defrost the ..smack the shit out of you and refreeze it,
Call it the first murder remix, kill him, revive him, IÂ'll live him, ..
You should totally sting that police officer with a sling,
Â… inside my head and not the police, it sting
Be wrapped around my finger when IÂ'm working on the moon,Â…
Chorus: (x2)
Am I a psycho?
Am I a psycho?
Yeah, IÂ'm a psycho
I guess IÂ'm a psycho!
Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Back Lyrics
Lupe Back Lyrics
yield, to the forces of darkness
i bring you the torches of our shit
reinforced with hardness of wolverine's
arms with the harshness and overall sharpness
now how far do the arms get?
my nigga, from the stars to the starfish
from the baby to the bomb
it's a whole lot of light and a whole lot of armlift
my arms long, but i'm lawless
a strong arm, i can lift up all this
you gon' have to build a bigger farm for us
to keep them wolves out of old macdonald barn, bitch
yeah, team jacob
we're long armed, put my arms on a lear
everytime i put my hands in the air
watch the throne as i dance in the chair
throw my crown in the crowd, hope it lands on the heir
the weak niggas like to pass interfere
spend a lot of lint over jams in the year
that act like the man up in here
that don't count when your only real fan is a mirror
that's subliminal to any nigga that he feel he is too
but you don't stand a chance, playa
i am there, chi-town, fan of the bears
love where they dance in the square
yeah, yankees too, but only cause granderson there
and now wears khaki pants on la brea
we all friends, why your man lookin' scared?
turning whiter than anderson hair
came out the garage like he saw a phantom in there, huh
oh shit alert, louis clothes
callin women bitches, louboutin and gucci shows
well, i guess there goes my louis shows
more o shit, if your role model's a movie role
and if you live your life like it's a studio
talkin' to it's like we mics, a bunch of you ain't do befo'
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electric fences for a urinal
also keep a toaster in my jacuzzi, yo
shock-a-zulu, call me wasalu ii
oh shit, man these record labels prostitute you
strap them to sushi bars, and feed em lots of fugu
catch a bad piece
you can stick that 360 between your asscheeks
artists let's mobilize and unionize like the athletes
radio is making our craft weak
forced to repeat the same dumb shit that work
only as hot as your last beat
and rappers, they relating to that last piece
album never leave they desk if you don't got no b.d.s
sacrifice your publishin', they said you really need a hook
and they ain't gon' pay you, said that you received a look
and what's stupid real, is what producers feel
twenty placements or you stuck in that producer deal
and r&b chicks so get it the wildest
all they money goes to hairdressers and stylists
gotta keep up with that image
label lose they mind if they ever see a blemish
proactiv impeals, airbrushers and trainers
managers suggest you fuck a nigga to be famous, huh
but it's all entertainment
wonder when cobain blew out his brains, did he blame it?
and if those snakes in the industry helped him aim it
started pressing up records before the bullet left the chamber
i fight evil, everyday i'm livin'
rest in peace to men, women and the children
and middle fingers to the pilgrims that killed 'em
friend of the people, happy thanksgiving
