U-God Album

[Intro: crowd]
Start the fuckin' show! (G-O-D, baby!)
Yeah, G-O-D, U-G-O-D
Uey!! Yeah U-G-O-D!

[U-God]
Who the bad mother brother with the super sperm
That's waiting in the corner, for his return?
Ya'll step back cuz the trigger is lethal ---
He's a cool cool cat, you know where he's at
Fast on the fate, don't pull your blade
Cool dude, now here is the sequel ---
He ride the rhyme with new releases
And rock you deep, and hold you tight
Crack your back in a million pieces ---
Whoooo, he sly as a fox, cause major pain
And fly when he box, when he play the game
Slide from the cops, and grab your dames --
Whoooo, he sly in the sequel, and your eye ain't quicker than
Cut your posters, zero, nine
He freak you out, til you down right simple
He's bad, he'll blow yo mind...

(feat. Leathafase)

[Intro: Leathafase]
Roll up, (pop them motherfuckers)
(It's a wrap), yeah, (it's a wrap)
Short story, (actual actual)
For y'all faggots, (homo niggaz)
Get in line, (stand up)
Throw your hands up (fire in your ear)
Yeah, knowhatimsayin, (true indeed)
God, you the first, (sing it baby), spit!

[U-God (Leathafase)]
The hot fly shit, do or die forces
Motion detectors, alarmed in the fortress
(More of this, blow the door frame off the henges
Columbian drug lord) Part time business
Ties with the civic, build a house out in Venice
Six A.M., will have the heart to playin' tennis
(His name was with jealous, they finance the figures
Attended your figure) Close the book on the sinners

[Chorus: U-God (Leathafase)]
When the hammer snap, heat claps (it's a wrap)
Niggaz want the streets back (it's a wrap)
Son, we off the meat rack (it's a wrap)
Slick slang, speak that (it's a wrap)

[Leathafase (U-God)]
When the smoke clears, the hell fire flares
Twenty gorilla killas, runnin' down spiral stairs
To the bible I sware to complete the contract
(Slugs in slow motion, pierce and contact
Fierce in combat, killin' flow level
Runnin' up your threshold) Gunnin' down rebels
Plottin' down revenue, a score to settle
Post it up by the door with the gorgeous metal

[Chorus]

[U-God (Leathafase) {both}]
Now you're paranoid, sniffin' the yae (clippin' the SK)
Clip a cigar hash (in a marble ashtray)
Grip these chains and kiss the cross on his necklace
Pop the rocket launcher, blew a new engine
(If it's all respected, how we deaded the suplier
He's wired up, bullets don't phase, and we fired up)
Return fire, blew over toothpaste, scalped 'em
Off the balcony {he face down in the fountain}

[Chorus]

[Leathafase (U-God) {both}]
With his last breath, this die hard villain
(Let off a hundred shots, took a chunk out the ceiling)
Revealing the coke stash, with snow in the mansion
(Reflections of the fire base, glowed on his hand gun)
Shots flyin' random, let the lead spray
(Sun, he shot me) But I aimed for his head
(Flame off lead, point the sword into his ribs)
Spoke his final words (He held a picture of his kids)
In the mixture of the biz (the shotgun impact)
{Blew his brains back, then cancel the contract}

[Chorus]

[U-God (Leathafase)]
Fool, you can't beat that (it's wrap)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Leathafase]
Motherfucker, it's a wrap

(feat. Leathafase)

[Leathafase]
What's the outcome when your testing mines?
Snatch spies when the weapon reclies
The headlines read the man of steel made him bleed
Shooting a trigger, super nigga called Christopher Reeves
No tricks up my sleeve, what lies in my fist, won't permit you breathe
Hit you with three, now when you piss you bleed
A risk indeed, my format can kill, on a warpath
Thoughts crashed, fasten your grill
Mastered the skill of tongue lashing, and still
I unfasten my Jordans, spill out the raw
Peel out the four, with the fifth attached
The impact, was forced, you caught the kick back
Clap the star, where the bullet was lodged in the boulevard
It's hard crash, blow your car
Oddjob, some rob, some resort to God
Some snort the import, they got lost in the fog
Afford your cars, Lamborghinis, bikini's, pinky rings blingy
Blowin' the stinky, drink with me
Bang to the fullest respect, stay in check
Or lay down, when I'm pullin' the tech
I jet on your set, to disconnect it
Life support system, direct, your wreckless
The Texas Chainsaw, sever you brains off
To hang the cost, when I flame the torch

[Chorus x2: Leathafase (U-God)]
We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
(Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out)

[U-God]
The sharp and expensive, blinding ya senses
Lean back in the stretch Lex'
Crack the treasure chest, it's one of the best
Now, feel the force of the full court press
I apply the kiss of death, something for real
The realness, untouchable Elliott Ness
Yo select a vet, take me off the bench, I'm supposed to lynch
The angel in the air, you can smell the stench
Soldiers in the trench, moving east to west
I gave you a note, you can keep the rest
Rip the whole coast, when I heat the flesh
At the Greek Fest, hit a couple of bars
Smash whips and strips like bumper cars
Your amongst the odds and what lies in the pelly'
The baby glock nine, the size of a celly
Now it's a "Dilemma" like Nelly and Kelly
Milk Pirelli tire, when I put that in a hurry
With a fist of fury, martini with a cherry
Very necessery when I make it to the top
On my cock, Halle Berry
Staten Island Ferry where the legends were made
In the staircase, throw a rap grenade
Take it back in the day, get clapped for ya chain
Left your bloodbath on behalf of the pain
He's a high grain bullet, women call him daddy
Fish tank shoes, jumped out the Caddy
Grand finale, yo, the champ is here
The cameras glare under the chandelier
Why you standing there, like you can hold it down
There's nine of us, only one can wear the crown
Tear it down, down to the last compound
New York mix with a Compton style
Go bonkers wild on ya stomping ground
Lay down the carpet when I walk down the aisle
Telephone, he keep stalking the child
For a misdemeanor, now I'm going to trial
Secluded in exhile, like my sex wild
Private jet style, who the livest vet now?
Pass me a wet towel, don't get vexed, now
Beat onto your chest when I let the tech growl

[Chorus x2]

(feat. Boo Kapone, Squeak Ru and MC Eiht)

[Hook: U-God (MC Eiht)]
I'm a bonified g, g, g, g, g, g (Chea, chea, chea, chea)
I'm a bonified g, g, g, g, g (Chea, chea, chea, chea, come on)
I'm a bonified g, g, g, g (Where ya at? East coast, west coast)
Vicious, vicious, viciously (come on!)

[Chorus: U-God]
Get down, get down, brah', I'm in your town, brah'
That's how we do it, I'm a stone cold rider
And now, I bust a round off, I'm a survivor
This is how we do it, for you snake ass conivers around

[Boo Kapone]
For you conivers, bust a round
Look around, lay ass down with the fo' pound
Shady spots for eighty blocks
I keep a bitch eyes closed like Jamie Foxx
Off the chain, niggaz saw I'm off the chain
Nigga, stay in ya lane, so I'm off your face
It don't stop, I'm on the block
Lickin' shots, with the twelve gauge
Hit a nigga up, have you rapping for the front page

[Chorus]

[Squeak Ru]
When them 24's park, them big dogs bark
You don't wanna get down when them big dogs start
Moving through the crowd, making glocks get loud
Lettin' suckers know we'll take yo town
Flip a little ass, stack a little cash
Quick on the smash, I'm always on the smash
What these niggaz gon' do with the Wu and the Ru
Them Timbs and them chucks, gon' put it on them dudes

[Chorus]

[U-God]
I'm down for the get down, earnin' my stripes
Hillside, real guys, burn burners for life
Put slugs through yo vest, or blood on my knife
Yo I'm up in here, where it at? Throw the dice
The chrome device, still layin' on my hip
Lettin' my nuts swing, we bang for the strip
I'm up in this bitch, I bounce around the west coast
Hollerin' at hoes, lookin' for the best smoke

[Chorus]

[MC Eiht]
I'm a gangsta-gangsta brah', straight up menace
And I don't stop shootin' til the clip is finished
Ya'll ain't heard about me, still a boy in the hood
AK in the trunk, brah', it's all good
One time try to gaffle, the work, no hassle
C.P.T., kingpin of the castle
It's Compton, you see the bulge in the waist
T-shirt go up, y'all about face, chea

[Chorus]

[Hook w/o MC Eiht]

[No lyrics]

[U-God]
I'm that warlord that's out for the gold
Let your scandal leak out, now your cover gets blowned
Shit ain't sweet, son, my mind stays grown
The thirst alone, makes me, burst my chrome
It hurts when I see you, you're my first clone
But, daddy's home on some violator shit
We annihilator, out the alligator pits
Show 'em your strength, breathe easy on them hits
Niggaz get rich, with homes on they head
Throw me in the streets, that's where our grown men bred
On the corner with the dred, dusty Leon
Fatman in jail, five hundred pound penitentiary still
From the Hills, slapped on the scale
High honor, Shaolin bomber
With the rockstar persona, connect with the largest
You play me, you payin' fifty cent chargers
Put this log in your noggin, he's on a rampage
Cuz he keeps charging, fuck all the arguing
Like bitches, ain't no I in team
That's why we can't get the riches, play your position, nigga

[Chorus x2: U-God]
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you...
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you...

[U-God]
On my solo destiny, try to shit on me
When I break you chains, all you lames gonna plead
Greed and lie just to get what you need
Feed off my rhymes and my recipe
Can you see that my eyes, I need an extra squeeze
Or a Beck's to relieve all the stress you need
Stop testing me, then set me free
The street fatigue, two keys and a jeep
Buckshot, nine niggaz tried to replace me
I'm a prime time figure to the next degree
Now it's bye-bye, nigga, too weak to play deep
Afraid in your sleep, up the charts I creep
Monologues I speak, stay blowin' out the nostril
Inside you're weak, portrayin' that you're hostile
Swallow your pride, keep my name out your tonsils
I bury you, til they, find your fossil
The rap O.J., in the dusty Bronco
Bang on my chest like the King of Kongo
You and your brother is a dirty combo
You bird ass niggaz, catch thirty, pronto

[Chorus x2]

[U-God]
Big ballers never quit, what can you tell me
But a belly full of lies, stranded on a battlefield
Too many times, with nickel and dime rhyme
One of your best killers, you know that I feel this
Pushin' near my weakness, just Air Max sneakers
Keep feedin' lyrics on big ol' speakers
Peep that performer on the humble, I'm comin' for you
Watch these young boys rumble, what you gonna do?

[Chorus x2]

[U-God]
Driving down the strip, and you see my spokes
And I rip off my shirt, like he's the Hulk
And I squeeze off volts, just to please your folks
And hip hop, yeah, needs a jolt
Then you fall to your knees, when I squeeze your throat
Cuz these hip hop fiends, they need they dope
And I puff on weed, then I blow out smoke
He's so feroc', now here's a dose
Now throw it to the left coast, whatchu expect, bro?
I let my tech blow, no, it ain't techno
You get your neck broke, python strong
You want problems, now bring it on

[Chorus: U-God]
Hear the sounds of the titans clash
Sucker M.C.'s try to bite this fast
Jody gon' put it on smash
It'll happen so fast, kick ass
The rap world thought that Wu won't last
Sucker D.J.'s keep playin' that trash
Jody gon' put it on blast
It'll happen so fast, kick ass

[U-God]
I been through 'nuff shit, and I paid the cost
Now I wear big hats, like I'm the boss
Knock you off your high horse, with no remorse
In hip hop, there's no need to floss
Those who don't believe, I leave you scorched
Peel out in the porsche, with dual exhaust
U-God is the name, the game is torched
Upside your head, you get banged with force
Throw it to the left coast, whatchu expect, bro?
I let my tech blow, no, it ain't techno
You get your neck broke, python strong
You want problems, now bring it on

[Chorus x2]

[Intro: U-God]
Motherfucker, you don't know me, motherfucker
I be gettin' down for a long time, bitch
I be gettin' money since '88
My gun been going off, I been doing mad shit in the streets
My history is swell, motherfucker
That's why I can talk this shit, for real
This is real nigga shit, and motherfuckers know
My name ring bells in jail, bitch, what?

[Chorus: U-God]
You don't have a chance, you don't want to dance
My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta
You don't understand, niggaz ain't playin'
First time around, I come back swinging
You and your mans, you better just scram
My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta
You don't understand, niggaz ain't playin'
Fuck around now, I come back sprayin'

[U-God]
Your gun cry tears of lead, one in the head
High grain, rhino shell, dum-dums, tear you to shreds
The armor piercin' slug shit, scare off the feds
Kid, I'm that fearsome, my hammer's a sled
Pledge allegience to my conquest, prepare for the bomb fest
Right and left connect like twin jumbo jets
I can feel the blood bubblin', under your flesh
I'm coming down here rollin' in my snowball effect
Put sugar in your ears and sweet talk you to death
My voice alone, don't have to force you for sex
Pop an ecst', get jumped off, the madness all in me
Flushed out my kidney's, with a half pint of Remy
Dust off the semi', with the speed of the centipede
Move on my enemy, and clear the vicinity
Feel my energy inside tearin' out
Clear it out, flame thrower's airin' out, baby

[Chorus]

[U-God]
Come get a glimpse, the magnificent pimp
Leave your face prints stiff, and graved in cement
Invent the daily manuscript, return of the dragon fist
You pissed? Then seek anger management
Cuz my cannon kick back, with a gangsta metal
Went right through your rib rack, and kissed the devil
From the slang, now your brain is a twisted pretzel
In the empty hallway, you can hear the echo
Don't get petro', U-Godzilla stomped in the metro
Get wild like techno, collect the dough
For wreck, the side ball and better check your hoe
Don't get mad, cowboy, just respect my glow
Just another episode, powerful breath control
Explodes in your ear, you can't hear me in death mode
In retrospect, you best Protect Ya Neck
Or get slapped the fuck up, by my next cassette, hear me?

[Chorus]

[U-God]
This - is - the - warrior's anthem
Pose, in the pictures with the golden guns, handsome
Phantom of the opera, frantic in the mansion
The head banger boogie got 'em dancin' in the Hamptons
You panickin', one strike, get murdered up quick
And the mic's my life, and I'm surgical with this
Swift and wreckless, smoke blunts for breakfast
Master the game, this is chess, not checkers
Feel me? Bone collector, just, vision my art
In the darkness, vulture's come and, pick you apart
One rusty steel spike pierce, straight through the heart
I bleed for my Clan, don't let 'em, break us apart
Strong as Noah's Ark, in the Biblical age
Still, holdin' the Clan, in it's critical stage
Engage in combat, beyond shadows of doubt
Wu-Tang claim supremacy, son, I'm airin' out

[Chorus]

[Outro: U-God]
Yo, man, if you was real, nigga
You would say niggaz names, man
You ain't real dude, man, stop playing, man
You scared of niggaz, niggaz is runnin' with yo fuckin' name
You ain't doing shit, bitch, worry about your own shit
Talkin' about niggaz can't talk this shit
Fuck, I've been doing this, nigga
I don't know what the fuck you talking about
Take over projects, and set up shop, quick fast

[Intro: U-God]
Yeah, this one right here
Is for those fly motherfuckers
All those motherfuckers get money
All those money makers
When you look in the mirror
And you confident, your cologne is on right
You smelling good, youknowhatimsayin'
You ready to go out on the town, knowhatimsayin'
It's all like this, go get pretty like me

[U-God]
I rock Dolce and Gabbana, Pierre Cardan frames
Please, sunset windblows, pictures in the breeze
Diamond cufflinks on, banging on my sleeve
The studded engraved, solid gold L.A.'s
Turn up my nose, to all those people that hate
Cuz I create the dinner plates, the things they cant
Mona Lisa's on my wall, I splash the Rem', brand
Then dance the tango, with a rose in my teeth
See this Spanish fly mami, with a rosary bead
Hold her close to me, then I scuff my Gucci loafers
Through money on the oochie, she fuck me in the Rover
I bent her over, the butter soft ostrich
After that, we had, some, sushi with some chopsticks
We blew the Grand Canyon, the mansion with the tropics
The house was made of marble, waterfall, walk-in closets
She had the red hots, had me coming out my boxers

[Chorus: U-God]
There's no one in the city like me
No one gets gritty like me, homey
Big wheels spinnin' on D's
Go get pretty like me, Goldie
You're messin' with a real O.G.
Ya'll niggaz, y'all gon' see, homey
No one gets gritty like me, Goldie
Go get pretty like me

[U-God]
In the Rolls, vintage clothes like the mobster
Take my hat off, hit the mic stand like Sinatra
Seats at the opera, whose the man behind the suit
Fireplace, on the mantle, the head of a moose
Analyze the truth, still slicin' all you snakes
The lady killer, license plate, icing on the cake
Drop, anchors of weight, more paper, acres of states
Exquisite taste, cigars dipped, in that
You're strong back, Dom raps, time to bomb back
In fact, I'm giving hoes a back hand slap
Ain't that, one of the ten commandments of rap
My feet tap like Sammy, drop your donation
Black and white bitches, Puerto Ricans and Haitians
With Playboy titties, in heavy rotation
Getting that paper, is my motivation
In the palm of my hand, I control the nation, baby

[Chorus]

[Hook 2X: U-God]
Don't fuck with my bitches
Or you'll leave in stitches, homey
Silky silky silk, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Goldie

[Chorus to fade]

(feat. Ebony Burke)

[U-God]
My mother said my father was a real livewire
Hustled on the avenue of Lennox
That he was a don, shot dope in his arm
Paid visits to the methodon clinic
A straight womanizer, no religion
He just leaned on bitches
His name rung in the slums, niggaz run for they gun
Blood thirsty, he was so vicious

[Chorus: U-God (Ebony Burke)]
Poppa was a rolling stone (he left a long time ago)
Poppa was a rolling stone (he never ever was at home, no, no)
Momma said daddy's dead (stop messing with the baby's head)
One day he'll grow up strong (one day he'll be a man)

[U-God]
Momma said father was a mean muthafucka
A clean muthafucka, a lean muthafucka
Got money in the pot, got his pops in the block
For sellings rocks, a dope fiend, muthafuckas
He struggled all his life, got blood on his knife
Light skinned, he had your eyes
But my mother couldn't handle him
The liquor, the gambling, plus he had four wives

[Chorus]

[U-God]
My mother said my father had a real bad temper
Loud, wild, he was too foul
With no hesitation, he would kill you
With no education, he was still proud
With his brother Big Harvey, he did a bank robbery
A car flipped, all the money spilled out
Before it was done, police caught him with some
Riddle of bullets, he died in a shootout

[Chorus x2]

(feat. Ebony Burke)

[Intro: Ebony Burke]
I know you think you struggling
And everything looks bad
Over the hug, you can't get
And that just makes you mad
Can't trust the man beside you
And got no real true friends
Keep waiting on the day
When all your drama's gonna end

[Chorus: Ebony Burke]
Stop, look and listen
Life, is a blessing
Stop, all your stressing
You'll, find what's missing
Just carry on, just carry on, just carry on

[U-God]
Life's so short, but I'm suppose to do it
Sit back, relax and enjoy the view
Smell the fresh air, the morning dew
Let the sunshine come beaming through
Broken rules, beneath the crimes
We all god's creatures, the streets is mine
Forget your stress, release your mind
Take all your worries, leave 'em all behind
Now, peep my rhyme and you see my cause
We all got problems, we all got flaws
We all got heartaches, we all got sores
Just make sure you take care of you and yours

[Chorus]

[U-God]
I got jewels for the mind, more fruit to eat
You are exceptional, you are unique
You are truly special, to be on earth
You are really blessed, it can be more worse
Now feel my hurt, hear my lions roar
Reach for your dreams and try to soar
Push through the door, the lord's thy sheppard
Lean on the shoulders, when times is hectic
People got problems, try to accept it
No food to eat, baby need pampers
People in the world need cures for cancer
I got questions, I need answers

[Chorus]

[U-God]
This one right here, I compose this lyric
For your self esteem, to up lift your spirit
Take my kindness for weakness, and you try to smear it
All you dumb, deaf and blinds, ain't trynna to hear it
It's the jealousy, envy, lust and greed
Care less for what ya want, or more of what you need
And it's hard to believe and have faith in people
When you stuck in the battle over good and evil

[Chorus]

[Outro: U-God]
Yo, don't worry ya head, sweetheart
Everything is gonna work out fine
If it was meant for you to have it
You'll have it, don't give up ya dreams, never
Ever, ever, give up ya dreams, keep on pushing

[Chorus: U-God]
She get down right crunk, ahh
She love an east coast thug, right
She got a down south bump, ahh
She looking nice iced up, now

[U-God]
All that I know is I rock and roll
Do you tell, I got hellafied breathe control
Let it go, get bowl, strip clothes
Slip slow, down to the poles
Dip low, get dough, let put these dollars between yo legs
Bounce off the walls, careful on my balls, cuz they fragile as eggs
Got rhymes for days, heatwaves, that's what you want
I'm that Kid with the Golden Arms, In the all black Saint Laronz
He bowls, he flaws on these broads, miss, put on yo lip gloss
So much junk in yo trunk, a monster dump, keep breaking my stick on

[Chorus]

[Hook: U-God]
Bump-bump, yo body-body, bump yo body-body
Bump yo body-be, bump-bump, yo body-body
Bump yo body-body, bump yo body-body
Bump yo body-be, bump-bump, yo body-body

[U-God]
She's a cold dirty dirty, a cold dirty dirty
She gets right down to it, owww, she's a flirty
She's a fly young lady, down talk to strangers
She lives in Atlanta, rock platinum danglers
She's so outrageous, she's such a freak
She throw that game, better bow to her feet
She shake that ass, you want that sex
She so independent and she wants her respect

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[U-God]
I know what type of girls I like
Big bump on the motor bike
Better tell her, I'm going fast
Better tell her, hold on tight

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[No lyrics]

[U-God]
I don't know where to begin, or where to start
All I know is I broke my mother heart
It started way back with a little weed
Then it grew into acid, coke and speed
I became that monster with a need to feed
Was it greed? No, I just needed to freeze
Then I dibbled in this, then I dabbled in that
Then the next thing you know, I was exposed to crack
And I guess curiosity killed the cat
And the way that it look, ain't no turning back
And I used to have the hook up, g'sll splurge
Now, I just cook up to feed my herbs
Now, people just look up, like he's the third
Cuz he walk around town like he's a bird
Instead of money it was drugs that he prefered
Say no to the substance, heed my words

[Chorus x2: U-God]
I don't love the drugs, drugs love me
It's the coke, and the weed, and the ecstasy
It's a terrible disease, that go down down deep
And all day long it be calling me

[U-God]
My father, he had dope fiend arms
Lord, thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus for moms
Damn, I did her wrong, not a pot to piss in
And the, TV's missing, couldn't stop the addiction
Damn, that cause friction, I broke the trust
Huh, how could I tell her that I smoked it up
And I smoked the red dust, to fight the demons
And I need a head rush, cuz tonight I'm fiending
Not for the nicotine, the pipe I'm screaming
And the monkey on my back, can't fight the feeling
And I did a robbery, I broke the clip
And I caught a lottery ticket and smoked the dip
Life fucked up, nigga, I choked my bitch
Police tried to cuff me and I broke the stick
I'm as low as I can get, low as I can get, nigga
Low, low, need another hit, nigga

[Chorus x2]

[U-God]
I love getting high, throwing dick to dames
Lived life to the fullest like my name Rick James
I don't know what's more addictive, the chicks, the fame
Damn, I done shamed my family name
One foot in the rain, one foot in the flame
Ugh, rich or poor, whatever you call it
I'm a cigarette smoker, two sips from alcoholic
Got to change my ways, flush drugs down the toilet

[Chorus x2]

[Chorus: U-God]
I got a heart of stone, flesh and bone
Red skin tone, rap syndrome

[U-God]
I'm that street sweeper, dope beat finder
Forty four piece, keep on pushing with a meat grinder
Heat mizer, to all you competitors
You regular, regular, I'm ten steps ahead of ya
Return of the predator, let me demonstrate
Make niggaz spill blood like women menunstrate
And I'm, fresh out the gate, guess who trunkin' through
If he fight to the death, I'mma buckle you
Yea, I'm all stressed out, I'm not confortable
I don't play by your rules, I stick and move
Everyday that you do, catches up to you
I want my cake and eat it too, stop the game
Leave bruises on your neck, when I pop your chain
Yeah, the hunger/pain, make me an awesome thug
I'm my own verdict, fuck the jury, the judge
Yeah, hear me loud, I bring fury to clubs

[Chorus]

[U-God]
I rap gritty, cuz the city's infested
I got the city trapped, trapped in my deathgrip
When the tech spit, we bang out excedrin
Yeah, you wet kid, the aftershock's around ya
Can't wait to let off, the eighteen pounder
The bulldog growler, potato on the end
I don't turn belly up, or jelly on a friend
They held me in the pens, twenty three hour options
Locked in, now I'm in the top ten
I'll never bend, heads give up
When I, see ready for, dead in the dust
I throw up the crust, then I shatter they mask
It's a must, it's a must, that I shoot fast, come on!

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[U-God]
The streets is like Satan, I'm from the Hill
Cuz people keep hating, cuz I score at will
Don't fuck with new niggaz, I figured they wired
I set 'em on fire, like the name was Pryor
I'm a livewire brother, that's something superb
Want a glass room mansion, up in New Jers'
Puff a dutch and an herb, stay in touch with ya bird
In an all black Phantom, crushing the curbs
Spill my guts on my word, cuz my measure is lethal
From the Oooh Building, my Resident Evil
Throw consecutive free throws, I'm poppin' the Don
Better, clear the way, another blow from the Arm
And don't be alarmed, when I'm scrappin' this CREAM
With knicks the size of ice cubes, taking your fiends
And I popped out the rifle and M-16
You see me on the screen with the Charlie's Angels
All in the closet, keep nothing but Kangols
Catch him in Bahamas eating all the mango's
Call in for drama, bring on the pay load

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[Chorus: U-God]
I'm sorry, Jenny, I made you cry, I tried
I'm sorry, Jenny, all the pain inside, I lied
I'm sorry, Jenny, I made you cry, I tried
I'm sorry, Jenny, for all the pain inside...

[U-God]
We started as friends, you had a boyfriend
I took you from your man, that's the way we began
I didn't think it would come back to me in the end
That wasn't part of the plan, you had my heart in your hands
I guess broken wings, are hard on a man
You ran back to scrams, had me stuck in a jam
I didn't understand, where we went wrong
I tried to block you out, but you call on the phone
I want to, bad to the bone, all to myself, all alone
You sighed on the line, then I heard a dial tone

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[U-God]
Yo, I stayed up so late, just, thinking of you
I wish that I can take back, all the pain we been through
On the path by myself, my back's on the wall
Sometimes I want that I shouldn't have met you at all
I told you if you just, leave the man you was with
I'll take you back in my life, and we'll seek happiness
Then you finally did, I took your heart for a ride
I didn't tell how, I had a chick on the side
It's been a couple of months, in this triangle of love
I didn't realize, she was the one that I want

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[U-God]
Now was I young, was I dumb? Was I wrong?
I had thought we had a special bond
Come back, run, come back, run
I thought we was tight as a blood
What is love? What is love?

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