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D.s.g.b. – You Got Tha Heart Lyrics

D.S.G.B.
You Got Tha Heart Lyrics

[Nature Boy:]
The life I live is so beautiful
And exquisite so everybody wanna live it
They choose the lifestyle for the glamour
And for the dreams of making cream like a freelancer
Without considering what it’s about how maintaining
How I keep my bank account from draining
So many niggas want to take my place
The feds want a case
Who can I trust on this paper chase
They got my partner in the precinct making deals
Thought he was real, we been snuffing snakes for years
Came to me wired up the feds got me tied up
Facing so much time I can’t buy it up
Made bond now I’m on the run
Can’t get no worse since the case though
They say you hot son
Finally captured and offered life from the start
Give up your boss or tote your cross
You got tha heart?

[Chorus: x2]
A lot of niggas want to join the click
Cause we rich
They never think about what we do to keep this shit
When the feds prosecute you as a street guard
What you gone do?
You got tha heart?

[Nature Boy:]
It’s after midnight
You coming home from the boss
Your car phone rings obscene phone call
Now you greeted by a strange voice
Squeeze your steering wheel
Great feel knock you off course
The desperate voice say I got your son
With his pretty face taped to the barrel of my shotgun
Whether he lives or dies that’s up to you
I need a million cash fast what you gone do
Tell you what, have your butt home in and out
Prove your power or show your son you’s a coward
And watch him die after I molest him
Teach you a lesson that’ll keep your ass from flexin’
You call the cops your son drops
Your little boy will be sent to death by his own pops
Now what you think they got your ass in the path
And your boy dead, if you ain’t got tha heart

[Chorus: x2]
A lot of niggas want to join the click
Cause we rich
They never think about what we do to keep this shit
When dirty niggas catch you slippin and pull your card
What you gone do?
You got tha heart?

[Nature Boy:]
I got a call from a watcher says it’s going down
We checking ground clean up and get out of town
Remember those 5 tricks who robbed the click
And cops found 3 dead in the trunk of precious’ shit
He finna snitch this shit ’bout to hit the fan
I just left the can I can’t go back man
So what you gone do, chill let me think this through
Round up the click and meet me at the shack quick
Where Precious at? On his way to the precinct
We got to hit him or it’s life in the clench
Let’s move quickly before interrogation starts
And peel his cap before he tells the facts
I grab my vest two nines and hit the floor
Asked God for protection and hit the door
I reached the crew and said listen up from the start
We killing cops and all you got tha heart?

A lot of niggas want to join the click
Cause we rich
They never think about what we do to keep this shit
When it’s time to kill a cop and stay on top
What you gone do?
You got tha heart?
A lot of niggas want to join the click
Cause we rich
They never think about what we do to keep this shit
When dirty niggas catch you slipping and pull your
Card
What you gone do?
You got tha heart?
A lot of niggas want to join the click
Cause we rich
They never think about what we do to keep this shit
When the feds prosecute you as a street guard
What you gone do?
You got tha heart?

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Alica Keys And Kanye West – Dope lyrics

That’s Dope, by Angela K Brown
D o p e, D o p e, D o p e, that’s dope
Keep it on the down low, its dope
We all have problems, the dope we hide
We Cry, we keep our true feelings
Bottled up inside. We fail to reason
To understand why. A penny for
Your thoughts? When trouble
Arrives, to know the naked truth
We learn to lean on to Origins
Our palms itch with greed, painted faces
Nurturing relationships of sexuality
Lean on to the relationships that bond us
And gravitated us. We lean to someone
To listen. lean on, to hear. The light I am in
That one empty chair, thoughts suicide
Memories of the moment, and that
One blank stare. It was the look of regret
The darkness of sin. My conscious regret
Came back at me; Of who I am
My blackness, my pride and
My point of view; the affirmation of my
Roots. From the company we keep, the
Uncertainty of truth. I became open
About my spirituality, to reveal the nature
Of my ethnicity, to abandon my roots
Of my cultural identity with regret of
Losing my sexuality outside the creed of public
Scrutiny. It’s the culture we’re in. We are what
We Eat. Fried fish and cole slaw, collard greens
And hot water corn bread and spaghetti. We
Asked God’s mercy for the family tradition. It
Is from the love personality and forgiveness
That transitions. Rough times of making
Difficult decisions, a beacon of hope
Defining our position. I’ll meet you half way
Upon making a decision, my hommie
Let’s keep it down low. That’s dope
Keepen it real on the down low
Lean on lean on lean on me

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Kodak Black – Real N*gga Files (Institution Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
*Police sirens*
Real nigga files (hell yeah)
Project files (yes sir)
(everything 1k dawg)
Yeah (institution, for real man)
(you gotta stand firm, dawg, you gotta stay solid)
Project baby two, comin’ out soon (for real)
(look, Kodak, Kodak)
Aye man, nigga got this lil burden off my back, dawg (for real)
Time to celebrate (weight off a niggas shoulders)
(got my feet back on the ground a lil bit)

[Verse]
Look, I’ve been in this shit for a lil minute, I’m gettin’ lonely now
Constant conversations with my lady, she gon’ hold it down
My nigga, he just got out of the gram, he got locked up again
I be feelin’ like it’s my fault that he right back in
He just wanted a lil money, and I knew a way how
I told him to pack his bags, we goin’ out of town
And shit, I knew the best option for us to stay down
But fuck all that, we young niggas, we need it right now, man
Shit get crazy, when you in these types of places
Shit don’t even feel the same no more, everybody changin’
It’s amazin’, when you make it, made it out your situation
And surprise everybody, you should see these niggas faces
I done took a lot of losses
I done caught a lot of cases
Had to cut my nigga off, man I just couldn’t shake it
Used to treat him like a brother, but that nigga so shady
I hate it, but this the life of a project baby
I’m here, and I’m plannin’ on blowin’ this year
Disappear, into spirit, wrist shine like chandelier
They tellin’ lies like Pinocchio, they don’t even know me though
But they wanna ride for me, they ain’t even rode before
Rollin’ like a roller-coast, backwood, I’m rollin’ dope
Told my future bright, yesterday I read my horoscope
I remember, I was in a jam, they said “it’s over for”
Young nigga, addicted to them bands, I’m bout to overdose
Institution, this that project music
Paper chase, on the interstate, stick and movin’
Throwin’ rocks at the chain gang
Out here tryna slang Caine
Asked God to forgive a nigga, but I just do the same thing
Cause I’m still on the same shit
And I’m still with the same clique
My girl is still around with me
I’m still with the same bitch
I’m still on the same strip
I’m still on the same corner
Now a young nigga smokin’ crip
Remember I used to slang zona
I get in the booth and spit that fire, I put that flame on you
Rollin’ off a monkey girl, come let me put this thing on you
Your niggas ain’t your niggas, catch a charge and they gon’ sing on you
They gon’ turn the state on you
Switch, and put the blame on you
Now you want this head, don’t you?
Now you wan’t em dead, don’t you?
I will pop a chance on em
Could of went fed on em
Back on my feet, my muscle up, it’s time to flex on em
If a nigga slippin’ with that pack, I go finesse, homie
(finesse homie, finesse homie)
*Police sirens*