Murder Was The Case[Remix]
*helicopter flying overhead*
This is angela sanders coming to you live
From the scene of yet another murder mystery
It seems that entertainer snoop doggy dogg has been murdered
We have no information at this time
*journalist speaks in spanish (I wont be insulting and try to transcribe it)*
*lightning cracks*
*helicopter passes by again*
As I look up, at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
Im shakin, and they breakin, tryin to save the dogg
Pumpin on my chest and Im screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear god, I wonder can ya save me
I cant die my boo-boos bout to have my baby
I think its too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
Bring your lifestyle to me Ill make it better
And how long will I live?
Eternal life and forever
And will I be, the g that I was?
Ill make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son
My eyes are closed
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me (repeat 4x)
Im fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
Its gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
Im havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a benz, my boo-boo a jag
And now Im rollin in a nine-trizzay el do-rad
Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass is mine
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say Im greedy but I still want mo
Cause my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take
Murder was the case that they gave me
Murder was the case that they gave me (repeat 2x)
No more indo, gin and juice
Im on my way to chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
Twenty-five with a izz-l, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
Them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cause its the o.g. d-o-double-g, l-b-c
Mad doggin niggaz cuz I dont care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a level three yard, thats where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cause you cant tell whats next
My little homey baby boo he took a pencil in his neck
And he probably wont make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, ima ride for you baby boo
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me (repeat 4x)
Switch!
song performed by by Snoop Dogg
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Related quotes
Doggfather
(snoop)
I know you gonna dig this
(timbaland)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Snoop:
I'm the doggfatha
Dig this
(timbaland)
Uh huh, uh huh say what
Snoop:
I'm the doggfatha
And you know that
(timbaland)
Uh huh uh huh
Say what say what
Snoop:
I'm the doggfatha
And you know that
Snoop:
When i wizake up in the mornin (say what)
And i get up out my bizzed (say what)
I feel gizood, oh yes i dizoo (uh)
Cuz i still can give it up on yizoo (huh)
Cuz what is all i look fizzor (uh)
In the fizee where the papers lizzone (uh-huh)
But as for mizee, i own gizees (what)
When im bustin rizzocks and ya know that (ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky)
I put down more hits than mafioso niggaz (uh-huh)
And lucky luciano bout to sing soprano
And i know, i know the way it feels (uh-huh)
And baby bubba we gon keep it on the real (huh huh huh)
Just to getcha caught up in amazement (yeahhh, what)
We talkin to cubans, so it might get dangerous (yeah, uh)
Now when it izzoo, people said oh dizzamn (uh-huh)
And let the bizzow wizzow ride the trizail ha ha (uh-huh)
How you feelin, i'm on the ceilin,
Ridin like a villain makin the killins,
Thrillin the crowd (uh-huh)
With my new hairdo (hairdo)
Outbiddin you (fo sho)
Fifty dollar socks credit thousand dollar shoes (uh-huh)
Man i give the blues to the sucka m.c.'s, who you be?
You know who i be, young nigga
Chorus:
Snoop, (timbaland):
I'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha fatha)
And ya know that, i'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha)
And ya know that, i'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha fatha)
And ya know that, i'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha fatha)
Snoop:
Lets make a move for this paper, where we rollin dog?(uh-huh)
We gots to get paid, make ya money all yall (what)
When i step to the stage in my g-boy stance (what)
And say a few rhymes that make your girl wanna dance
I'm so fly like a dove, i come from up above
You're trippin on your girl cause she showed me love
Nigga dont beat her, cause if you beat em, ya dont need em
Yeah they gon have your baby,
Watch how fast they take your freedom (what, uh-huh)
I believe em, and dont mistreat em, i stay up on em (what)
But thats one to grow on nigga, let me flow on (cuzz)
Cause uh, you could rock to the rhythm you see (what)
But you could rock to the rhythm on me..(uh-huh) me.. (uh-huh) me..
But when you do your thang make sure you do your thang
On the hang, and everythang is everythang
Man, i'm on this paper chase
Like them whiteboy d.a.'s was on the case (uh-huh)
But you know i aint tryin to floss but
Murder was the murder was the case that they lost
(murda murda murda murda)
Chorus
Snoop:
Now do anybody in the house remember
When there wasnt no snoop dogg? (yeah)
There was no rappers hollerin lbc,
Am i trippin yall? (hell naw)
Now, when i grow up i wanna be like snoop, mad pussy and women
As we do from the beginnin (uh-huh)
In and out of the boz hotel, they say your family dont know me
Hold on homie, thats phony, informal
Say, tell, l's in jail, vest before test,
No one in my click fell (what)
The females with the almighty fatherly
Cuz we thinkin bout peeps, what they need
And it ain't no party like this kind (say what)
Cause you feelin where we make it hizzot
But i'ma get back to the grizzats,
Snoop d o double g comin back for a remizzax
Chorus
Yeah, you know what i'm sayin?
(dogg, da-dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg) (fatha, fatha, fatha, fatha)
It's all about the gangstas, son
(dogg, da-dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg)
And you know that (fatha, fatha fatha fatha fatha)
I'm the doggfatha
(timbaland)
Say what? and i'm the pimp fatha, ha
Snoop:
Ha ha, i'm the dogg fatha
(timbaland)
Say what? and i'm the timbaland fatha, ha ha
What
One time
For that mind, mind
Uh huh,uh huh uh huh
What
Ha, ain't nobody do it like me
Ha, from the southside, you see
From the v-a, to the l-a
What
Da-dogg da-dogg fatha fatha
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh, what
Say what
song performed by by Snoop Dogg
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Tha Doggfather
I put down more hits than mafioso made
And lucky lucianno bout to sing soprano
And I know, I know the way you feel
And baby bubba we gon keep it on tha real
Just to get you caught up in amazement
We puffin on cubans so it might get dangerous
But when it isnt, you can sit izzon bizzack
And let the bizzow wizzow ride the trizzack, ha ha
How you feelin? Im up to dealin, ridin like a villan
Makin a killin, thrillin the crowd wit my new hairdo,
Outfits unused, fifty dollar socks, hundred-thousand dollar shoes
Man, Im givin blues to these sucka mcs
Who you be? you know who I be, young nigga
Im tha doggfather
Chorus
Snoop doggy dogg is doggy dogg father (father)
Repeat
Lets make a move for this paper (where we rollin dogg? )
We gots ta get paid (makin money all yall)
I mean I steps to tha stage in my g-boy stance
And say a few rhymes to make your girl wanna dance
Im so fly like a dove
I come from up above
You trippin on your girl cause she showed me love
Nigga dont beat em, cause if you beat em, you dont need em
You lay your hands on me, watch how fast I take your freedom
I delete em, but dont mistreat em
I stay up on em, and thats one ta grow on,
Let me flow on
You can rock to tha rythme you see
Or you can rock to tha rythme of me
Just remember when you do your thang,
Make sure you do your thang on a hang
And everythang, is everythang
There aint no mo than this paper chase
Like them white-boy das was on tha case
You know I aint tryin ta floss, but uh,
(murder, murder, murder) was the case that they lost
Im tha doggfather
Chorus
Now, do anybody in tha house remember
When there wasnt no snoop dogg? (hell yeah!)
There wasnt no rappers hollin bout lbc
Am I trippin yall? (hell no!)
Now, when I grow up, I wanna be like snoop
Have prestigious women
Thats the truth from the begining
In and out of the flyest hotels
You say your family dont know me
Hold on hommie, thats formost and promos
Sales, tails, scales and jails
Success before death
No one in my clique fails
As females with the almighty father lead
Succeedin ta give my peeps just what they need
And it aint no party like this kind,
Cause you can leave your worries behizzind
But ima git back to tha grizzind
Snoop d-o double g comin back for mizzine and
Im tha doggfather
Chorus (repeat until fade out)
song performed by by Snoop Dogg
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Knife
Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Lil' Ghetto Boy
The ghetto x8
Snoop doggy dogg:
Wake up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my homie lil' 1/2 dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear god, i wonder can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so i'm a young buck
It's a ride, if i don't scrap, i'm gettin' stuck
But that's the life of g, i guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the street life
You better be strapped with your shank
Cause ain't no fist fight
So i guess i gots to handle mine
Since i did the crime, i gots to do my time
Chorus:
We run game in the ghetto
We gets high in the ghetto
We gets shot in the ghetto
You might get stuck in the ghetto
Lil' ghetto boy
Dr. dre:
Now i'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on swoll
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money
That i be makin' soon as i touch them streets
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it ain't no thang to me
Cause now i'm what they call a loced ass o.g.
The little homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones i get with cause i'm down to set trip
Nigga, i'm bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn't know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then i heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
I didn't understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I used to be the same way back
I guess that's what i get (for what?)
For tryin' to jack the little homies for they grip
Chorus
Snoop doggy dogg:
Somethin' for the real o.g.'s to get with
Some facts made our made
Now you runnin' but i'm played
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, i'm the smooth macadamian
Gamin'em for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin' just enough to keep your sack tight
Late nights, i wonder what they get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for?
Seven young g's put they serve down
In a g ride, eastside's where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the county
With nothin' but convicts around me
But now i'm back at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip
Chorus
Lil' ghetto boy
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto. x3
That's the life of a g
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto. x3
That's the life of a g. the ghetto
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto
song performed by by Snoop Dogg
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Premeditation
Oh blade you'll warm tonight!
Awash in crimson-purple flows,
Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:
Palpating anatomic mounds
Caressing, dancing, writhing round
Your metal form-
Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,
Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.
And all the while the prey will howl
Before they crumple; greet the mud-
A taut and unbelieving jowl
Will open out for giving blood-
A vent from down below,
Once a brutal show
Of metal in the man.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Dire Wolf
In the timbers to fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet neath the ground.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed, thats the last they saw of me.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
The wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
In the backwash of fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The dire wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing round the fire.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
No, no, no dont murder me. I beg of you,
Dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Had A Dream About You, Baby
I got to see you baby, I dont care
It may be someplace, baby, you say where.
I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin across my mind
You got the crazy rhythm when you walk
You make me nervous when you start to talk
I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin across my mind
Standin on the highway, you flag me down
Said, take me daddy, to the nearest town
I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin across my mind
The joint is jumpin
Its really somethin
The beat is pumpin
My heart is thumpin
Spent my money on you honey
My limbs are shakin
My heart is breakin
You kiss me, baby, in the coffee shop
You make me nervous, you gotta stop
I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin across my mind
You got a rag wrapped around your head
Wearing a long dress fire engine red
I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin across my mind
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Murder Case
What is there to do
Either way your going to lose,
Somebody you care about
Something you'll never doubt,
Like when you look into their eyes
And tell them it's okay to cry,
From the first time you kiss
Which in my case, I'll miss,
Every little thing we did
And the things that we hid,
Cause it hit me in the face
Damn- im in a murder case,
I can't run and i can't let get out
There's no reason to scream or to shout,
It's hard for me to let one go
And i keep telling my self i know,
I can tell how you feel
And i know everything is real,
You know i'll always miss you
And you know thats the truth,
My feelings will forever grow
And later down the line, they'll show,
How much you mean to me
And how much i wish we can be,
Forever together
Serperate in my sentences- NEVER,
This hurts me in so many ways
But it's time for me to say,
This hit me so hard in the face
Damn- im in a murder case....
Written for My Ugly
poem by Tyronda Simon
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Kinder Murder
Here in the bar, the boys like to have fun
Theres a wager lost and an argument won
Theres a stone-washed damsel on a junk food run
Its a kinder murder
Theres a ladder to heaven from a battered stiletto
Spitting out the words that he put into her mouth
See her in silhouette going down south
Its a kinder murder
Its a kinder murder
She could have kept her knees together
Should have kept her mouth shut
Its a kinder murder
Its a kinder murder
Jimmy took her down to the perimeter fence
He was back in half an hour, he said he left her senseless
Then he went back to his regiment
Its a kinder murder
The officer said it has to be denied
Theres a tear-stained would-be teenage bride
All the family pride in the little ram-rider
Its a kinder murder
Its a kinder murder
She could have kept her knees together
Should have kept her mouth shut
Its a kinder murder
Its a kinder murder
The child went missing and the photo fit his face
Dishonoured jimmy just read about the case
He said that he was just taking up space
Its a kinder murder
Jimmy took his best friends keys from the pile on the table in a flash
He was dreaming of the pigskin seats and the walnut dash
The knickers in her handbag and the one false eyelash
Its a kinder murder
Its a kinder murder
She could have kept her knees together
Could have kept her mouth shut
Its a kinder murder [4x]
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Had A Dream About You Baby (take 1)
by Bob Dylan
I got to see you baby, I don't care
It may be someplace, baby, you say where.
I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin' across my mind
You got the crazy rhythm when you walk
You make me nervous when you start to talk
I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin' across my mind
Standin' on the highway, you flag me down
Said, take me daddy, to the nearest town
I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin' across my mind
The joint is jumpin'
It's really somethin'
The beat is pumpin'
My heart is thumpin'
Spent my money on you honey
My limbs are shakin'
My heart is breakin'
You kiss me, baby, in the coffee shop
You make me nervous, you gotta stop
I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin' across my mind
You got a rag wrapped around your head
Wearing a long dress fire engine red
I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin' across my mind
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Murder Incorporated
Bobbys got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow (oh yeah)
Out on the streets your chances are zero (oh yeah)
Take a look around you (come on down)
It aint too complicated
Youre messin with murder incorporated
Now you check over your shoulder everywhere that you go (oh yeah)
Walkin down the streets, theres eyes in every shadow (oh yeah)
You better take a look around you (come on down)
That equipment you gots so outdated
You cant compete with murder incorporated
Everywhere you look now theres murder incorporated
So you keep a little secret down deep inside your dresser drawer
From dealing with the heat youre feelin down on the killin floor
No matter where you step you feel youre never out of danger
So complicated you keep complaining some bones hurtin
I hear that you, you got dogged downtown, man it leaves your head cold (oh
Yea)
And everywhere you look life aint got no soul (oh yeah)
That apartment you live in feels like its just a place to hide
When your walkin down the streets you wont need nowhere there to hide
Now the cops reported you as just another homicide
I could tell that you was just frustrated from livin with murder
Incorporated
Incorporated
Everywhere you look now
Murder incorporated
Down on your knees
Murder
Everywhere that you turn its murder
Murder
Everywhere you look theres murder.
Aaaah, mmmmm, yeah, I said aaah, mmmmm, yeah
I said aaah, wooo, yeah
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Murderer
I murder in the morning
I murder late at night
l murder when the time is right
l murder my family
l murder my friends
l murder anyone who gets in my way
l kill you with a gun
l kill you with a knife
l kill you with poison
l'm a murderer
l'm going to kill you now
don't scream
don't yell
don't fight me
just sit there and
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Rebecca Succes
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Murder
Murder
Coming to get us
Theyre coming to get us for the way we are
Murder
See it all around us
See it all around us for the way we are
Murder
Coming to get us
Theyre coming to get us for the way we are
The way we hide
Tie me to a tree
Tie my hands above my head
Sing a song to me
Sing a song like what you said
Ohhhhh... (murder)
Ohhhhh... (murder)
Cause theyre gonna murder me
Theyre gonna drag me down
Even before I sleep
I cry murder
Come spit at us
Come and throw your weight around
Come and fight with us
Try and knock us to the ground
Cause theyre gonna murder me
Theyre gonna drag me down
Even before I sleep
I cry murder
Murder...
Oh now what can it possibly gain
Oh what could it possibly gain
Oh what could it possibly gain
And what could it possibly gain...
(Cry murder, murder, I cry murder)
Murder
Coming to get us
Theyre coming to get us for the way we are
Murder
See it all around us
See it all around us for the way we are
song performed by by Coldplay
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Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder” (The Billion-Dollar Question)
We must all stay aware…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder….,
It’s been increasing for years….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
Can’t dare turn our backs….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
It’ll sneak up and kill us…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
It’s hard to believe and conceive….
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
That’s why so many are blind….,
To the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !
We’ve seen the bloody attacks…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
So we must face the facts….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
Yes they’re after us all…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
Their radical religion condones it….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
Can we control it or stop it….,
So it won’t go any further….? ? ?
That’s the billion-dollar question….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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Moveing Things (feat. Master P And Samm)
I keeps a nine in my draws cause you know I like to ball nigga I ain't warren
G but sometimes I want it al flip half into a whole make a once into a brick
get it for $16 $5 me and muy niggas we onna be rich put them 20's on my benz
so you know I got some ends keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch
your friends seen the game it shyatie I got some niggas that don't like me
tell the ghettos trying to kill me, and the feds wanna indite me, on a murder I
didn't do, I'm still thugin with my crew, cause once you snitch your threw, if
you hustle then you true, but you live for the sh*t, but you die for the
clique', sle your soul to get rich, then run your mouth like a b*tch
(chorus) I know my man is moving things, (not a 5 baby, I got a job baby) that
one day my niggas gonna change (all the time baby I'm on the grind baby) repeat
1x !
Nigga we hustle the streets so it's like f*ck the police,my enemies don't
wanna see a nigga go up his feets, I got the crom for the hatas, and birds on
the table, give my life for the niggas and we splitting the paper, and say
thugging is the secret that help a nigga ball, O-Z's flippin quick and the cling
never fall, the grind got us strap with nines on our laps, crime is a trap,
choppin dimes and crap, henesi got your mind, if you slip you might give us
time, but I'm fighting for mine, if I die in this game, send my soul to God,
don't make it mine in this game eventhough it's hard
(chorus) repeat 3x's
song performed by by 504 Boyz
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The Fatha Figure
Hustlas, ballers, players
Yeah, uh
The father figure
It dont stop, it dont stop
Uh, it dont stop
One love, one love
[j.t. the bigga figga]
I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one thats only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold
And I was told to put it down, and keep it real
Like 3x krazy young player about the scrill
In this california lifestyle that I live
Them playas is havin money man in plushed out cribs
Survivin in the city is a serious task
Didnt know the (? ) wanted, didnt have time to ask
Cuz Im bout it bout it like the tru
One love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two
[hook:]
Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too
Baby youngsters wanna be like you
Youre the father figure of today
We need to find a better way
[j.t. the bigga figga]
We at the afterparty chillin cuz we aint no punks
Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts
With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin
Thinkin they got it crankin, playa we got it poppin
Now bitin over dirty work, that aint cool
With cats in drop vettes in mobs and old schools
We rob them old fools, wont you amount your scratch
Respect them young gs, they the ones thats strapped, ya know
[snoop doggy dogg]
Dogg pound, thats the sound, check around, we hold it down
Its the super duper, yes the snoop-a
Comin through, in all gray and blue
Kickin the game to the playas from the bay
All over the world and out the uk
Everybody around they love snoop d-o double to the g
Cuz Im what they love, you see
Ill break em, shake em and I make em and I take em
To the whale, leave em in a spell
And I got a little story to tell
For all my homies thats locked up in jail
I kick it to ya give it to ya for real
Cuz I know yall dealin with the reals every day and
To get killed aint nothin to laugh about
But some niggas goin out so sideways make me wanna get me a
Bulletproof
Hoo ride and slide around town in
But yet and still, if I get peeled
My niggas gon ride forver and thats real
Aint no stoppin we aint coppin no pleas
We spit game for all the real gs
Feel up the (? ) they love to have it
They love to take it to the dome, yeah its on
[j.t. the bigga figga]
Meanwhile back in the lab
Paper was gettin stacked, hatas was gettin mad
Confidential information exchanged up on the regular
One dead head, two steps a my competitor
Catch em slippin cuz they just been bought
Got directions to the house and the keys to the vault
Well let me open up this bundle of money, each off a half
Pullin capers with cousin snoop, kurrupt and young daz
In for the cash
Man this gang is thick
If one caught up in the track we can all get sick
And have em shook
The four o crook didnt leave a clue
Snoop d-o double g tell em what you gon do
[snoop doggy dogg] (both)
Ill keep doin what Im gon do
With my (nigga j.t.) the bigga figga, thats my nigga
Representin (frisco, in case you didnt know)
(we blow by like jerry rice
Come back with styles that are oh so nice)
Snoop d-o double to the g from the lbc
You gots to have (cash) to make it these days
You could make it at least a hundred different (ways)
I go the man and I get a (8 track)
Make me a beat, (smoke me a sack)
Roll up some fat ass uh uh uh
Blaze with my homies and its (on like that yall)
[hook] x 3
song performed by by Snoop Dogg
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Murder
Intro
Yeah its the p.o.d. right here
Coming straight from the s.d.c.-a
619s in affect, know what Im sayin
Givin you that hardcore sound, yeah
Comin up from the ground
Thats where it all started yknow what Im sayin
Yeah, this is hardcore, you know why its so hardcore
Cuz its built on the rock - what rock you ask
The rock of jesus christ, yeah thats right
Givin you the truth cuz the truth hurts yknow
But thats how we sayin its down
We aint got nothing to hide
And were breakin it down like that yknow what Im sayin
Hardlove, hardcore one way yeah, check it out
Abortion is murder
Theres nothing you can say or do
To justify the fact
That theres a living breathing baby inside of you
3x
Abortion is murder
8x
Abortion is murder
Theres nothing you can say or do
To justify the fact
That theres a living breathing baby inside of you
2x
Abortion is murder
12x
Murder
4x
Abortion is murder
6x
song performed by by P.O.D.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Murder The Government
I wanna see the constitution burn
Wanna watch the white hourse overturn
Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red
I wanna tar and lynch the kkk
I wanna pull and shoot the nra
I wanna pay the lobbyists to kill themselves
I wanna dose the dea
I wanna join the cia (not really)
Murder the government, murder the government
Murder the government, and then do it again.. yeah
Murder the government, murder the government
Murder the government, and then
Murder the government
song performed by by NOFX
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Murder Me
Kill me,
Jump Me,
End my life like I care,
Take this gun and shoot me,
Don’t look,
Don’t Stop,
Just murder me,
Just end my life tonight,
As I no longer care,
Or dare to speak of his name,
Or cry out his name in vein,
Murder me,
Murder me here,
Just end it now,
End my suffering,
Make it go away,
Just help me from feeling this rage inside of me bursting to get out,
Please kill me here,
Take this knife and murder me.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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It is murder
When you take away a life
With the aid of a knife
It is murder
While you extinguish the living with a gun
Without being able to recreate what was born
It is murder
If you feed someone dead tablets
Later have second acrimonious regrets
It is murder
You are taking away a life
It is clinging on to survive
Need I say anymore further
It is murder
Murder sprung by a fling
With ropes or a string
Your hands only bring
Death around a necks ring
Execution by suffocation
Condemned with abomination
Deliberate foetus termination
It is murder
Make no mistake,
Be careful
Asleep or awake!
Murder is unlawful
If death occurs because of the effects of an evil curse
I will say this with my lips pursed
'What a great loss, but this is not murder!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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