kanye west

[KhAlEd OnA...!!]

Heavy Hitters

 

 

 

Heavy hitters fo' life, heavy hitters fo' life

 

You rappers think I give a ###### about the way that they spit

Wanna be on my album but don't want me on they ######

Everybody thought I was makin' a compilation

I was really makin' myself, they competition

Fresh off the plane from the All-Star game

??? on TV so it's All-Star trains

Just picture man, no snitchin' man

Somethin' for the fiends fresh out the kitchen man

Last 9.11 I was poor on the ave

'Til I pulled out my map

Not it's course 9.11 and I'm floorin' the gas

Gotta lotta problems, but at least one that Annette have no more

Uh, well Dame look at how everybody changed

Tell Jay that I'm 'bout to change the game

Tell B.I.G. that we about to get paid

All my niggaz about to have it made

This makes everything else sound played

###### Kanye (Kanye) Kanye!

Now hold up

Ain't nobody messin' with me dog

Now you say it (ain't nobody messin' with you at all)

I told dude "You can't even rap on my interlude"

Now does that make me as rude as you?

(When the album comin' out?) Man the peoples is askin'

Y'all don't model Adidas, just stick with the fashion

Y'all already got do' so just spit for the passion

The way ya rhyme give me Tribe Called Quest flashbacks

And let's not even bring up the tracks man

Nope, nope, let's not do that man

You eatin' up the game like Pac-Man

He got the whole world shakin' just like crack fangs

 

[Hook: Kanye West]

Heavy hitters fo' life, Roc-a-Fella is fo' life

Throw your diamonds up, throw your diamonds up

Throw your diamonds

Let the beat ride out for a minute

 

[GLC (Kanye West)]

Let's take it there, take it there man

It's not supposed to be ???

???

(GLC where you at nigga?)

 

How many niggaz you know put their life on the line and get signed

Did a few high crimes, almost got lifetime

After the sunshine you thinkin' it might count

How could I mic out, just look at my account

I used to work at the mall with nothin' at all

Seein' niggaz that ball, that ###### was depressin'

Keep my clothes in the cleaners, I hate with the pressin'

When I copied hounds it was my best investment

Dre got shot and it taught me a lesson

I'm stickin' niggaz up and them rubbery masses

Mash like Batman minus the tight pants

Would hit your baby momma but her elbows is ashy

Fo' different blues, man your outfit is crashin'

You ain't got no muscles dude you weakling ######

Man look at your haircut

Mm hmm, mm hmm, NAW, your hair sucks

How many niggaz you know is really heavy hitters

'87 go getters, two hoes like John Ritter

Even did it on his crime picture and ye

And offers to sell and yell, uh

 

[Hook: Kanye West]

Heavy hitters fo' life, Roc-a-Fella is fo' life

Throw your diamonds up, throw your diamonds up

Throw your diamonds

[KhAlEd OnA...!!]

Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)

 

 

 

WHOO!

 

[Hook]

Memph' Bleek always smokin that la-la-la (HOO)

Beanie Sigel always smokin that la-la-la (HOO)

Kanye track smoke like la-la-la (HOO)

It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby

C'mon!

 

[Chorus]

Excuse me miss, I'm the

You should come, hang with me, basically

Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami

 

[Jay-Z]

I know my English ain't as modest as you like

But come, get some, you little bums

I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs

I bake the cake, get two of them for one

Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son

Uh, I'll show you how to do this son

Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry paddings

Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (u-uh)

He padded hisself the rap J.F.K., you wanna pass for my Jaqueline Onassis

Then, hop ya out that S-class

Lay back in that Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask

Have you in your long-legged life

ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice?

Look but don't touch, think twice

'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light

Need a light?

 

[Hook]

To smoke that la-la-la

Beanie Sigel always smoking that la-la-la

Memph' Bleek always smoking that la-la-la

It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby

C'mon!

 

[Chorus]

Excuse me miss, I'm the

You should come, hang with me, basically

Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami

 

[Jay-Z]

We got brothers full of Arm'i, mami's in Manolo

Bags by Chanel, all Louis Vuitton logos

All attracted to Hov' because they know dough

When they see him, whips be European

If you're a ten, chances you're with him

If you're a five, you know you ridin' with them

Sick with the pen nigga, no physician in the world could fix him

No prescription, you could prescribe to subside, his affliction

He's not a sane man, he's more like reign man - twitchin'

You can't rain dance on his picnic

No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness

No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB-4

This ain't Chris Rock , it's the R.O.C.

And I'm the franchise like a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming!

 

[Hook]

Still smokin that la-la-la

Memph' Bleek still smokin that la-la-la

Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five

It's the R.O.C. baby, sing our lullaby

C'mon!

 

[Chorus]

Excuse me miss, I'm the

You should come, hang with me, basically

Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami

 

[Verse Three: Kanye West]

She playin she hate when I'm name droppin

So when I talk rap, she gon' change topics

But I got a plan B that's planned out, for when things don't pan out

Hov' tellin ya mind brother, I'ma play shy brother

So you take the Destiny Child girl in the Coupe?

Then I'ma try bag the ones that got kicked out the group

I figured that'll be simple, I'll just help 'em with their demo

Help 'em to the limo, play the upboard instrumentals

And she - grabbed my tattoo, peeped my credentials

And she - grabbed my pants, felt the potential

And I - rubbed 'bout every essential

That have fun breakin her fundamentals

Excuse me miss, the artist of the new millenium

Has finally stopped drivin that blue Millenium

And got a good of trenny and filled it with plenty of Henney

and Remi and weed, 'til she higher than Hilliam

 

[Hook]

If she pass me, smoke that la-la-la

Memphis Bleek always smokin that la-la-la

Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five

It's the R.O.C. , sing our lullaby

C'mon!

 

[Chorus]

Excuse me miss, I'm the

You should come, hang with me, basically

WHOA, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight, mami

[KhAlEd OnA...!!]

Jesus Walks

 

 

Yo, We at war

We at war with terrorism, racism but most of all we at war with ourselves

(Jesus Walks)

God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down

(Jesus Walks with me) with me with me with me (fades)

 

You know what the Midwest is? Young & Restless

Where restless Niggaz might snatch your necklace

And next these Niggaz might jack your Lexus

Somebody tell these Niggaz who Kanye West is

I walk through the valley of Chi where death is

Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless Uhhhh!

Try to catch it Uhhhh! It's kinda hard hard

Getting choked by the detectives yeah yeah now check the method

They be asking us questions, harass and arrest us

Saying "we eat pieces of like you for breakfast"

Huh? Yall eat pieces of ? What's the basis?

We ain't going nowhere but got suits and cases

A trunk full of coke rental car from Avis

My momma used to say only Jesus can save us

Well momma I know I act a fool

But I'll be gone til November I got packs to move I Hope

 

(HOOK x 2)

(Jesus Walks)

God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down

(Jesus Walks with me)

The only thing that I pray is that me feet don't fail me now

(Jesus Walks)

And I don't think there is nothing I can do now to right my wrongs

(Jesus Walks with me)

I want to talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long

 

To the hustlas, killers, murderers, drug dealers even the strippers

To the victims of Welfare for we living in hell here hell yeah

Now hear ye hear ye want to see Thee more clearly

I know he hear me when my feet get weary

Cuz we're the almost nearly extinct

We rappers are role models we rap we don't think

I ain't here to argue about his facial features

Or here to convert atheists into believers

I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers

The way Kathie Lee needed Regis that's the way yall need Jesus

So here go my single dog radio needs this

They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus

That means guns, sex, lies, video tapes

But if I talk about God my record won't get played Huh?

Well let this take away from my spins

Which will probably take away from my ends

Then I hope this take away from my sins

And bring the day that I'm dreaming about

Next time I'm in the club everybody screaming out

 

(Jesus Walks)

God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down

(Jesus Walks)

The only thing that I pray is that me feet don't fail me now

[KhAlEd OnA...!!]

Two Words

 

 

 

We in the streets playa, getcha mail

It's only two places you'll end up - either dead or in jail

Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go

Now throw ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes

Everybody, that

Still nowhere to go...sill nowhere to go..

 

[Mos Def]

Two words, United States, no love, no brakes

Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, black folks

Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy capsules

Presidential scandals, everybody MOVE

Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot

Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this

Game ball, lock , dump off,

We won't stop , everybody MOVE

Two words, BK , NY, bedstuy

Two hawks, too hungry, too many, that's why

These streets know game, can't ball, don't play

Every traffic, one lane, everybody MOVE

Two words, Mos Def, black check, hot

Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this

Game point lock, long pump cocked

We won't stop, everybody MOVE

 

 

Chorus: Kanye West (Harlem Boys Choir)

 

1 - Now throw ya hands up bustless, bustas (Throw your hands up high)

Boostas, hoes, everybody, that (ohhhhhh)

Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go... (ohhhhhh)

 

2 - and keep ya hands up bustless, bustas (Till they reach the sky)

Boostas, hoes, everybody, that (ohhhhhh)

Still nowhere to go...still nowhere to go... (ohhhhhh)

 

[Kanye West] (Harlem Boys Choir)

Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide

Cuz I, rep that, till I, die

One neck, two chains, one waist, two gats

One wall, twenty plaques, dudes say, "Gimme that"

I am limelight, Blueprint, 5 Mics

Go get his rhyme like, shoulda been signed twice

Most imitated, Grammy nominated

Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, prom dated

Barbershop, playa hated, mom and pop, bootlegged it

Felt like it rained till the roof caved in

Two words, Chi town, raised me, crazy

So I live by two words, " you, pay me"

Screamin, Jesus save me

You know how the game be

I can't let em change me

Cuz on Judgment Day, you gon blame me

Look God, it's the same me

I (Throw) basically know now (Your) we could (Up) racially profile (High)

Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down (ohhhhhh)

Plus I got a whole city to hold down (ohhhhhh)

From the bottom to the top

So only place to go down

 

[Chorus 2nd verse]

 

[Freeway]

Two words, Freeway, two letters, A-R

Turn y'all rap niggaz into two words, fast runners

Like Jackie Jurner, you better sleep with your burner

The heat skeet, blow a reef through ya car

My God, two words, no guns, break arms

Break necks, break backs, Steven Segul

Free...young bars, fresh men of the Roc

Left the beef in the pot Jay sent for his dogs

and broads, forget ya squad, let em find for yourself

Have you screamin out four words "Send for the Lord"

Two words, Freeway's slightly retarded

around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad..

 

[Harlem Boys Choir] (Mos Def)

Throw... (red) Your... (white)

Hands... (blue) Up... (black)

 

Throw... (calm) Your... (down)

Hands... (move) Up... (back)

 

Throw... () Your... (askin)

Hands... (who is) Up... (that)

 

Throw... (you know) Your... (it's the)

Hands... (almighty) Up... (Mighty Johnny Jack)

 

Throw... (Mos) Your... (Def)

Hands... (K) Up... (West)

 

Throw... (there go) Your... (people)

Hands... (get this) Up... ( off ya chest)

 

Throw... (north) Your... (to the south)

Hands... (to the east) Up... (to the west)

 

Throw... (we got) Your... (that concert)

Hands... (it was no) Up... (contest)

 

HIGH! (an show it to em like)

[KhAlEd OnA...!!]

Used To Love U

 

 

 

 

Baby, It's me... Maybe I bore you

No, No it's my fault cause I can't afford you

Maybe baby Puffy, Jay Z

Could all be better for you

Cause all I could do was love you

 

Baby when I used to love you

There's nuttin that I wouldn't do

I'd twist through the fire for you

Anything you asked me to

But I'm tired of living this lie

It's getting harder to justify

I realize that I just don't love you

Not like I used to

Holla Holla Holla (yeaaahh)

Holla holla holla (yeah, yeah, uh, uh)

 

Maybe I should rob somebody

So we could live like

Whitney and Bobby

It's probably my fault

My bad, My loss

You are the cause

All I could do was love you

 

Baby when i used to love you

There's nothing that I wouldn't do

I'd twist through the fire for you

Anything you asked me to

But I'm tired of living this lie

It's getting harder to justify

I realize that I just don't love you

Not like I used to

Holla Holla Holla (yeaaahh)

Holla holla holla (yeah, yeah)

 

Oh! I used to (wheeen I used to)

Love you (used to... Love you)

Oh! But I don't (baby no not any more... I don't love you)

Love you (noooo, used to ... love you)

Oh! I used to

used to love you

 

You're gonna miss me now...

[KhAlEd OnA...!!]

Get By (Remix)

 

 

 

[Mos Def]

History

Shoutin' it every day y'all (right now)

Everyday (right now)

Right now (good mornin', Vietnam!)

Listen

Brooklyn wins again

It's the Stuy, it's the Bush, dem niggaz again

Ta' Kweli, Mighty Def, and that's 'sta on the guest lock

Kanye, you're the dope man in hip hop, now let's rock

Now roll out niggaz, my hometown niggaz

I get it good in your hood so slow down niggaz

Watch the speed though, man, you better let ease off

A street talk into a collision course with these walls - bam!

They don't move, don't pray, don't lose, don't sleep

Light passin', light fashion, light pappers that pass part a gun

Black hands up ??

Black guns up ??

Dyin' wish is to touch the air

Seekin' heaven that wasn't here

Eyes will not see another year

It's another day

It's the same fight

Dip around, sound the bell

Mix it up and ?? where you live it up the beat

And get risen up you're knocked down get it back and get it up

Get off of queer street and get with us

And get clear where we did it

From the heart, from the people

From the top, from the jeep

From the gut, from the street

From my soul to the mic to the essence

Say in my absence you feel the presence, exactly

I make contact with shorter emcee

Me and mine we don't just get by

We get free and that's ready [Mos -- nigga]

 

[Jay-Z]

Just to get by

Nigga I sold coke, nigga I pushed lah

Carried a fo'five

Claimed I was ready to die

Promised never to cry

Held it all inside

Reality was too much to take so I

Kept my mind fry

Slimmed for most of mine

Soon as I closed my eyes

Then I woke up behind

Nigga either I load up these nines

Or blow up with rhymes

cause this flow of mine is like blow up but lines of coca

And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme

Nah, I'm a poster for what happened seein your moms

Doin five dollars worth to work just to get a dime

So pardon my disposition

Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me?

Picture me working McDonald's

I'd rather pull a mac on you

Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packin

 

[Kanye West]

It's on I'm packin weight like nina simone

Piano flow

It's like a Michaelangelo paintin' a portrait of Maya Angelou

And gave it to a sick poet for they antidote

If music get's you choked up this is the treat anaerobe

This is shy nigga I mista all of that

a mattress, put this on the almanac

Dice what they hittin' for, 'lax what you sittin' on

Tracks who you spittin on, rap till we get it on

And don't let nobody with the power to sign

Ever tell you you ain't got the power to rhyme

They used to tell me toughen up

Put some bass in your voice

They used to tell me lighten up

Put some mase in your voice

Lord willin' I ain't kill nobody

But I have a feelin' this album

That I'm gonna make a killin'

Well now that's chillin'

This is love it or hate it music

But, at least we made it music

And we didn't make it industry

This is gon' be interesting

This'll be the end of me or I'm ??? on be an entity

Kanye, Jay-Z, Mos Def, and Kweli

We are not makin' songs no more

We're makin' history

 

This morning I woke up

Feelin brand new, I jumped up

Feelin my highs and my lows

In my soul, and my goals

Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin

But I been thinkin I got my reasons

Just to get (by), just to get (by)

Just to get (by), just to get (by)

 

bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah

bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah

 

[Talib Kweli]

Just to get by, just to get by

Just to get by, just to get by

 

bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah

Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah

 

[Talib Kweli]

Just to get by, just to get by

Just to get by

 

We keep it gangsta, stay 'fo shizzle', 'fo sheezy'

To set the tide to the violence on the TV during the war

Killin each other is easy, there's war and liquor for fallen niggaz Believe

me, it's ghetto love, I bet you seen it all befo'

Just to get by, my people we get fly

My people we get high, fillin cigars with the lah

Nigga come on, even Jesus was stoned before receivin' the throne

I said to rest in peace to Nina Simone

 

[busta Rhymes]

Back in the days we was used to doin the

I can't call it all in the streets

We was hustlin fiends that asked for it

I guess I was used to just standin on corners

Waitin for paper bags with bundles of crack

Hopin the week was good so I could get money back

To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by

When I was stressed I possessed a side of my strength

That made me angry and bleed

With the frustration havin me smokin Newports and weed

To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by

Those be the times when I try to rely

On my niggaz and street

And reach out to wifey and then I place a call on my mother

To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by

(Hey yo mom pick up the phone, I g- I gotta to talk to you ma)

If you was five percent instead of actin stupid and guessin

You had to go and study your lessons

And know your math in the building recession to get by

 

[Hook: Talib Kweli + background singers]

This morning I woke up

Feelin brand new, I jumped up

Feelin my highs and my lows

In my soul, and my goals

Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin

But I been thinkin I got my reasons

Just to get (by), just to get (by)

Just to get (by), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye)

 

bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah

bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah

 

[Talib Kweli]

Some people try

Some people try just to get by

For my piece of the pie

You love to eat and be high

We deceive and we lie

And we keepin' it fly - yo yo yo yo yo

People ???

Keeper of the skies

Can't see your eyes

See the evil inside

The best people you find

Stronger people in mind

I stay readin' the signs

yo-yo-yo-yo yo

[repeat]

[KhAlEd OnA...!!]

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

 

 

 

[ Consequence ]

Good morning America, good morning to Erica

Who gave me good head while watching good morning America

And good day New York, have a good day in court

My niggaz drive around the hood looking for good yay' to snort

I never liked the goodbyes, always caught a good vibe

Always had a good time, could always spot a good guy

From a good guy, look alive, look alive, look or try

You know that old saying what they say about good guys

I bet that's why I went bad, needed all my chips bad

Fiends needed it bad, started hittin licks' bad

Had to get that work off before that went bad

If not, it gets bad, and things will only get bad

So now I'm getting bad skin, and I got that badge and

Tellin me them bastards, don't catch a bad break

Caught a bad rate on whip with bad brakes

I'm caught up in these bad ways havin a bad day

So now the game's ugly, and my pain's ugly

And my chain's ugly, things became ugly, cuz I'm ugly ducklin

Got a stain and its musty, wakin up looking crusty

And miss thang who's ugly is sayin to me “don't touch me”

I went from pretty willie to pretty silly

But I'm still pretty gully so you things will still get pretty ugly

And this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies

We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly

 

Chorus 1: [Kanye West]

 

We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly

B.I.G. said get ya money ain't no telling they gon love me

We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly

When your money get funny and them days ain't sunny

We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly

Niggaz give pounds and hug me, tho they really wanna slug me

We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly

And this for the hood, you got to love me

 

[Kanye West]

Good morning to ummm, I don't remember your name

But I remember the brain, here go a fare for the train and

Good morning to Chi-Town, where my niggaz ride down

And bust clowns, and look for some bustdowns to bust down

And she ain't got a car she on the bus now

But her gear is bangin, she one of us now

I wanted badly to bone cuz she was bad to the bone

She from a batter home, she mad when she at home

So I gave her my number to beep off, she wanted to take a week off

Bustin scary movie nuts, I had to get the freak off

The new Tom Cruise, took the Moulan Rouge on a too long cruise

She said “I ain't bonin you with them two long shoes”

And I get bougie in a grape poupon mood

So I'm gon act cheap in a coupon mood

She said “Yea' you don't love me?”

I told her that's the good, the bad, the ugly

 

Chorus 2:

 

We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly

B.I.G. said get ya money ain't no telling they gon love me

We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly

And this for the hood, you got to love me

 

[Consequence]

Good morning to Queens, the north side of my scene

And when it comes down to it, I'm a ride for my team

See it's a beautiful life, but the bills will make it ugly

And the beauty of life, is when you're forced to make it ugly

Had a beautiful night, until a storm done made it ugly

And a beautiful wife, now we divorcing and its ugly

Now my mind state is ugly, my blind dates are ugly

I'm ready to turn it up in the streets and make it ugly

Used to sit in Mr. Uglies with these chickens that were ugly

And these used to bug me to the point it made me ugly

Say things that were ugly in regards to their tummies

But I took it all back, cuz God don't like ugly

Now I'm curbin my bad words, they say that the bad burn

I left it on bad terms, with a chic with a bad perm

Whose case took a bad turn, and face caught a bad burn

And took the news bad when they said she had bad germs

The bad thing about it, the was bad and bout it

But the smelled bad, so I had to get up out it

So now we got bad blood, her son is a bad blood

But it happens in the hood when you inherit that bad blood

And once it get bad, it be bad for good

THAT'S BAD MEANING BAD NOT BAD MEANING GOOD

But I greet it as good, when you leave with the good

Its all good in the hood, got called good cuz I'm good

Now I'm havin some good nights, livin this good life

Got me a good girl that I'm gon make me a good wife

So I'm, good to go, and I'm good where I go

Look my man got good aim and that's a good thing to know

And he came home for good, off of good behavior

Spittin that good game, so what's good with this paper

And this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies

We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly

[KhAlEd OnA...!!]

Improvise

 

 

 

Verse 1

 

That's why alot of girls claim they aint into guys, and mess with other girls part time to improvise.

I know she wouldn't buy that i'd seen it in her eyes, but i'm like any other guy; tryna get in her thighs, she tellin' me about how black people should enterprise, i'm like if you don't get your in this ride from enterprise, that i rented yesterday and gotta have in by 5, with the gas fully filled up like i didn't drive,

i told her i had a girl dawg , it , i didn't lie, i told her this rap game is alright, i'm just getting by, she had a lil' weed and we gotta lil high, and i'm looking at her eyes and i'm loving her vibe, told me back in '95 she fell in love with the tribe, boo back in '92 i was just like you,

please don't be confused with the ice and jewels,i'm like any other nigga, buy ice to stay cool,like any other nigga that claim they hate school, and think" she's banging but she's no ray choo!"

 

(Chorus)X2

 

Verse 2

 

was there summit' i did wrong, yer i know i'm wrong, she's at home alone. and i'm allways gone, hate when she's made but more when she's passive, now she on the internet looking for classes, out of state tho, man that hurt yo,but i got work tho, but i'm at work yo, and she don't call alot and when she do she pouring out her heart, "you never listen to me" then the cord drop,umm, and i promised her everything , when i get a deal, imma get her a wedding ring, but when i got my deal i was back in the ring, fighting my urges, strip club slurges, i never had money, so i feel like a virgin, and i'm tryna break the banks cherry, tryna seek an for a canary, with a 'ferreri', a dinner date with halle berry, went from 50 g;s to 50 hundred in a week, now i'n tryna call, one ring, two ring, seven ring, eight ring, some mother pick up the phone. like she at school, and she don't stay here no more, i guess there must be more good women than men percentage wise, so a chance of having a husband just minimized, i guess that why she say she aint into guys, focus on school for a while to improvise.

 

Chorus X2

We ball till' we fall,

Hit the mall,

After weed, 'it' Don't call,

He fill your life with nothing but lies,

And i would like to apoligise.

 

(drowning out)

But if you can't stand right here and tell me everything gonna be alright,

cos' untill your real man stands up i'm gonna

[KhAlEd OnA...!!]

Through The Wire

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Yo G, they can't stop me from rapping can they?

Can they huh?

I spit it through the wire man

Just too much stuff on my heart right now man

I'll gladly risk it all right now

It's a life or death situation man

Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man

It's your boy Kayne to the....

Chi-Town what's goin on man

 

[Verse 1]

I drink a - Boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dizzert

Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp

That right there could drive a sane man be-serk

Not to worry Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back to wi-zzerk

How do you console my mom or give her life support

Telling her her son's on life support

And just imagine how my girl feel

On the plane, scared as hell that her guy look like Emmett Till

She was with me before the deal, she been tryin to be mine

She a Delta, so she been throwin that +Dynasty+ sign

No use in me tryin to be lyin, I been tryin to resign

Trying to be a millionaire - HA! I used two lifelines

In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died

The doctor said I had blood clots, but I ain't Jamaican man

Story on MTV and I ain't tryin to +Make a Band+

I swear this right here, history in the makin man

 

I really apologize how I sound right now man

This ain't fair at all man

They got my mouth wired shut for like

I don't know the doctor said like six weeks

You know we had reconstru....

I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw

I looked in the mirror, half of my jaw was in the back of my mouth

Man I couldn't believe it

But I'm still here for yall right now yo

This is what I gotta say yo

Yeah, turn me up yeah

 

[Verse 2]

What if somebody from the Chi that was ill got a deal

on the hottest rap label around

But he wasn't talking bout coke and birds it was more like spoken word

Except he's really puttin it down

And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory

And what we need to do in the game

Good dude, bad night, right place, Wrong time

in the blink of a eye - his whole life changed

If you could feel how my face felt, you would know how Mase felt

Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt

I swear to God driver two wanna sue

I got a lawyer for the case to keep what's in my safe, safe

My dawgs couldn't tell if I

I looked like Tom Cruise on +Vanilla Sky+, it was televised

All they heard was in accident like GEICO

They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael

I must gotta angel

Cause look how death missed his

"Unbreakable", what you thought they'd call me Mr. Glass

Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past

Toys R Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash

And I still wont grow up, I'm a grown kid

Swear I should be locked up for stupid that I did

But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph

Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire

 

Yaknahmsayin?

When the doctor told me I had a um...

I was gonna have to have a plate in my chin

I said dawg, don't you realize I'll never make it on my plane now?

Its bad I got all this jewelry on

You can't be serious man

[Yogioh]

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