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Danju – Tag 1 Lyrics

(brrt)
Wenn sie keiner hör’n will, wer kann mir dann sagen, was die Wahrheit bringt? [Songtext zu „TAG 1“]
[Hook]
Wir rennen, rennen, rennen, rennen, rennen aber sag, wohin? (wohin?)
Wir denken, denken, denken, denken, denken, macht das alles Sinn? Gibt es Falsch und Richtig, gibt es Gut und Böse, was [?] als Kind (Kind)
Du willst was verändern, beginn bei dir selber, sonst macht’s gar kein’n Sinn (ja)
[Part]
Am offenen Herzen OP (okay)
Ursache: Lösung Problem (okay)
Das Große, das Ganze, der Weg
Ich prädige, bin kein Prophet
Brauche dafür kein Okay (ey)
Will dafür keine Trophä’n (ey)
Brauche kein Zeugnis, kein Stempel
Mein Körper für immer ein Tempel (hey)
Kein Raum für den Teufel (hey), sag mir, was das bedeutet
Kein Raum für den Teufel, sag mir, was das bedeutet
Viel leichter seh’n wir, was leuchtet (ja)
Tut gut, das ganze, ohne Zeugen (ohne)
[?] keine Fäuste (brrt)
Mach’ Freunde und keine Beute (ja)
Sag mir, wer da ist, wenn in deinem Leben heut alles zerbricht
Wenn das letzte Lichtlein, das für dich noch leuchtet dann plötzlich erlischt
Ich kann’s dir nicht sagen, weiß nicht, wie’s sich anfühlt, ich kann nur vermuten (vermuten)
Da blickst du nach oben, da willst du ‘ne Antwort, beginnst dann, zu suchen
Das scheiß Geld ist ‘n Fick Wert, trotzdem macht es uns zu Tätern
Nein, verdammt, es ist nicht schwer, nur du selbst bist dein Gegner
Warte nicht, bis das Para kommt, du hast in dir Liebe, gib was ab davon
Die Rückkehr des Königs, Aragon, ich bin immer noch auf diesem Marathon, du weißt
[Outro]
Alle auf Thug Life, fast wie im Dschungel
Zurück zu Tag 1, ich muss in Dschungel
Alle auf Thug Life, fast wie im Dschungel
Zurück zu Tag 1, ich muss in Dschungel
Fast wie im Dschungel (ey), ich muss in Dschungel (ey)
Fast wie im Dschungel (ey), ich muss in Dschungel (ey)
Fast wie im Dschungel (ey), ich muss in Dschungel (ey)
Fast wie im Dschungel (ey), ich muss— (ey, ey, ja)
Friss, oder sie fressen dich auf (sie fressen dich auf, fressen dich auf)
Friss, oder sie fressen dich auf (sie fressen dich auf, fressen dich auf, ey)
Friss, oder sie fressen dich auf (sie fressen dich auf, fressen dich auf)
Friss, oder sie fressen dich auf (sie fressen dich auf, fressen dich auf) Ooh, Gott, steh mir bei (oh), Gott, steh mir bei (oh, Gott, steh mir bei)
Ey, ey (brrt)
Wir rennen, rennen, rennen, rennen, rennen, sag, wohin?

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Pablo Skywalkin – Fast Money Lyrics

Whip that f**king Mag out, make that n**** back down
Bitches got excited at the table, brought them crabs out
[Hook] Pooh you a fool for this one
Beat Gang
[Verse 1]
I count money when I f**king wait
525 for the hat, that’s a f**king snake
Everybody in the squad eat, on a f**king plate
One thing a n**** never be, shit is f**king fake
And imma flex on them n****s, shit who say I can’t
All this f**king money in my pocket like a f**king bank
This a f**king foreign, 93 go in the f**king tank
Mama told me chill
Crib reeking all that f**king stank
N**** you ain’t never grind you ain’t never hustle
Skinny ass n**** I be buffed up like I got the muscle
In the club 50 deep and them goons will rush you
In the club 50 deep and them boys will bust you
I’m so tired of n****s dissing on they f**king song
N****s mad that I’m flexing they money ain’t long
N****s mad that I’m flexing with this f**king life
Take your bitch to Benihana, say she just love eating rice
I don’t give a f**k cause this that life I f**king chose
N****s get your bitch
Cause this Rich Lo, I’m known for dogging hoes
In Neiman Marcus or at Sax, shit I’m coping clothes
Damn all this jewlery on my body got a n**** froze
Im getting chose in that Beamer or that f**king Rove
I just stunted on a n**** that’s the way it goes
1,200 for the shoes, them expensive toes
And your bitch, she taking pictures let me hit a pose
[Hook]
Fast money
Cash money
N**** you can’t flex with your last money
f**k a bitch and make her leave, she say I act funny
Try to eat and end up like that last dummy
2x
[Verse 2]
I’m so tired of n****s talking all that shit they got
Boy that whip old as hell, it ain’t off that lot
I’m so blowed in this bitch I think I lost my top
Tatted up I’m screaming “Thug Life” shit I feel like Pac
On that dirtbike doing my thing shit I feel like Joc
If a n**** try to eat, then he getting shot
Five bands on your head then you gettin got
N****s all in your bushes and they hit your block
I be cashin, I be cashin til I’m cashin out
Damn I’m so blowed pouring 4’s damn near passed out
f**k a bitch and all her friends, she tell me that I act out
Told that bitch to bend it over, damn near blew her back out
N**** say he winning got no money, whip a stack out
Boy you ain’t no jacker shit I’m johnny, who you jack now?

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2Pac – Why U Turn On Me (Original) Lyrics

[Intro]
Ahaha niggas love turning this shit ol’ switcheroo-ass, bitch made motherfuckers, just be friends
Outlaw nigga, Westside, throw it up, get it up (never thought it would come through)
Hahaha.. used to had love for ’em, why you turnin’ on me?
Why me? Yeah nigga westside, how you do it boy?

[Verse 1]
I went from, nothin’ to somethin’ now they all wanna see me fallin’
And the player haters hate to see a thug nigga ballin’
They say we hate the East coast, but that’s funny
Got a lot of love for, any nigga gettin’ money
I made a song about my enemies and niggas tripped
It was hip-hop until 2Pac fucked Biggie bitch
Y’all niggas hypocrites and bitch made
Now either love me or hate me but real thug niggas get paid
Have me catchin’ cases all across the nation
I went from jail to bail to barely on probation
They got a player facin’ three strikes
And we might, just blast God bless the child, that can get cash
But all these niggas turnin’ and never learn
Got a long line of niggas player hatin’ me but gettin’ burned
Talk a lot of shit but you’s a trick in drag
Like the MAC make you fall back and stick yo’ ass for back stab

[Chorus]
Never thought it would come through
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Why y’all trippin’?
Heheha
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Verse 2]
It, started so innocent, but ended in the fifth precinct
Although two juvenile delinquents, we still decent
Playin’ catch and kiss, used to diss the herbs
Fuck school we was skippin’ drink a fifth on the curb
Me and you, no closer two, while drinkin’ brew
What you need nigga? Anything at all come to me nigga
You can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes
Gave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door
But then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, did you think I’d die?
I never got a single visit yet I carry on
All my old friends too busy now my money gone
Said I got raped in jail, picture that? {​*laughter*}​
Revenge is a payback bitch, get your gat
Fuck ​Wendy Williams​ and I pray you choke (fuck you, you fat bitch)
On the next dick down your throat
For turnin’ on me

[Chorus]
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Fat bitch can’t fuck with me
It’s Thug life biaatch
I used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Outro]
I fuck around and put a hit on your fat ass
I put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fat troll
Anybody ever seen Wendy Williams​ fat ass?
Why you always wearin’ spandex, you fat bitch?
I know your pussy stinks, you fat ho’
I’m puttin’ Jenny Craig on you bitch
I’m about to put a twenty-thousand dollar, hit
Through Jenny Craig to come find yo’ ass
And put you in a fat farm, you fat bitch!
Thug Life, Outlaw, Westside bitch
It’s 2Pac so you know who said it
And for everybody who didn’t like what I said about that other trick
And Mobb Deep, fuck you too nigga!
If a nigga didn’t want to get talked about
He shouldn’ta stepped in the fuckin’ ring
If Tyson don’t want to get knocked out
He don’t step in the fuckin’ ring, that’s how the shit go
When Tyson get in the ring, he knock motherfuckers out!
Well that’s what 2Pac gon’ do
When niggas come against me, I’ma knock they punk ass out!
One way or the motherfuckin’ other
This old motherfuckin’ nigga in the South told me nigga
It’s more than one way to skin a cat
It’s more than one way to shoot a gat
It’s more than one way to die nigga
When I’m through, everybody cry nigga
This is how we do it
Why y’all turnin’ on me? Why me?

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2Pac – Fuck All Yall (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

‘Pac in a slurred, drunken voice:

Ha ha ha, f*** all y’all, f*** all y’all, I don’t need nobody
F*** ’em, f*** all y’all

Money gone f*** friends
I need a homie that know me
When all these motherf***in’ cops be on me
I got problems ain’t nobody calling back
Now what the f*** is happenin’ with my ballin’ cats
Remember me I’m ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin’ Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
All we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
We had b****es by the dozens "huh" we f***in’ cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A n**** just got paid and we still was broke
It took time, but finally the cash was mine
All the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
Look around, and all I see is snakes and fakes
It’s like scavengers waitin’ to take a hustler’s place
And if you stuck, where the f*** is all ya friends
They straight busted and can’t be trusted f*** y’all

F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all

I’m sippin’ Tanqueray and juice and what’s the use
Cause I’m a hopeless thug
Ain’t no love reminiscing on how close we was
Way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
And hey how much money can you stack in a day
It’s gettin’ rough collect calls from my n****s in cuffs
I recollect we used to ball now just living’s enough
I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
Thug for life sprawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album sell a million give a f*** about tomorrow
I know it’s gettin’ crazy after dark
These marks keep on huffin’ and puffin’
Ain’t no fear in my heart
What’s going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
I still roll with the heater smokin’ chocolate Thai
In 94 I’ll be going solo
Too many problems of my own so I’m rollin’ dolo
F*** all y’all

F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all
F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all
F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all

I went from rags to riches
Quick to socializing with the baddest b****es
Went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I’m seein’ death around the corner
I’m bumpin’ Gloria doin’ 90 ’cause I wanna
I’m getting high and like I said it was some chocolate Thai
Mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
And even though I know the cops behind me
Hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
Until I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
F*** the law give a s*** I’m even worse than before
I know they wanna see a n**** buried
But I ain’t worried still throwing these thangs
Got me locked in these chains
And hey n**** what the f*** is you wailin’ ’bout
Soon as I hit the cell I’ll be bailin’ out
And when I hit the streets I’m in a rush to ball
I’m screaming Thug Life n**** f*** y’all

Ha ha ha, f*** all y’all, f*** all y’all, I don’t need nobody
F*** ’em, f*** all y’all

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Omega Crosby – Till We Gone lyrics

[Chorus]
We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone

We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone, We hot

[Verse 1]
In the MGM on my deathrow shit
MC Hammer but I don’t wanna go broke shit
I’ve seen it all like I lived twice
Fingers thru the sunroof, Thug Life

Hollywood, Paparazi’s straight star struck
I got bitches waitin on me like the mail truck
Its the land of the free but we feel cuffed
Loyal to the game even when it feel rough

Modesto California, i live it by the second
Everyone want the 411 no, april eleven
All i want is the bread like a toaster
Life ain’t fair but its full of rollercoasters

How we gon make it through if yo brain on quit
How you burnin my desire if that flame ain’t lit
How we gon make it even if that cake don’t split
Gotta put it all together if that piece don’t fit

[Chorus]
We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone

We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone, We hot

[Verse 2]
Life ain’t no vaycay but them hoes gon trip
New faces new places its the same old shit
I got an uncle in county, I got a cousin in state
Rest in peace Real but which one of us fake

I hear more talk then cell phones
I’ma count this paper like my nails long
My name could be right and I’m still wrong
I keep my Jesus piece till all the sin is gone

I got attitude like I’m Ruthless
I’m in that oldschool like I’m youthless
You ain’t even know how this shit ends
I stay in these bitches heads like split ends

My nigga Mak got a Tec, my nigga Tek gotta Mac
All the cases and fees they ain’t neva comin back
Modo two oh, nine, yea I put on like jeezy
This ones for them young ones who know livin life ain’t easy

[Chorus]
We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone

We hot, you cold, whats wrong
I just got the feelin we on
I’ma keep it lit till we gone
Till we gone, We hot

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PeeWee Longway – Jumanji

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 1: PeeWee & Young Thug]
I got the boots, I got a coupe
I got no roof
I got a boo, she got a boo with way bigger boobs
Longway and Thugger
We switcharoo bitches and we like to fuck em’ by the two
Jumanji, Jumanji, Giuseppe Zanotti
The leprechaun bitches move
I walk in the club and I dap it
My coupe is all filled with gadgets
Get way too much green like a salad
Wrap it and ship it the package
Young nigga’s trappin’ and rappin’
I got the pints stacked up in my cabinet
Young rich nigga live lavish
I [?] for the kids
I’m spending a hundred bands, just to fuck up my kidneys
Sneaking, geeking on the molly, know she feelin’
I got the juice, pull up Actavis too with your bitch
Rollin’ up the good fruit
Sippin’ and spillin’, pour 8 in the deuce
Lean, lean, lean
I’m Uncle Phil for the week
I got Pints only for me
Smokin’ on g
Tell uncle Snoop what It do, it is too plain to see
Long way lil bitch check my Feng Shui
I got the juice in the booth, we can turn the fuck up any day

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 2]
How the fuck I can’t afford
My molly white like a tourist
Her booty fatter than Norbit
I told your bitch that she was gorgeous
Just a little something to do when I get bored
Might pull up, get head in the Porsche
Light the fuck up leave the bitches, no torch
Hundred bricks stuffed in the Honda Accord
Hundred grand inside my pockets, San-Tan molly
Imma make your bitch snort it
Peewee Longway, the Blue M&M
Made a million dollar dealin’, food
My style is safari, she [?] my body
And put spikes on top of my Jimmy Choo’s
Got spikes on my Louie Vuitton’s
My diamonds they hit it and fight like a hadouken
That pussy so wet, I think she got shot in the coochie with the uzi
Young Thugga and Longway I don’t fuck with dude’s, playin’ with choppers making breaking news
No doctor prescription but we got the juice
Colossal livin’, Double R Peekaboo

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice