Lyrical Gangsta and Chaos Dawg
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Lately I've been hard to find online
I've been too long on my own
In my private world
Where I can be alone
Are you texting me, are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me, cuz I can't hear you...
I'm just trying not to be so fuckin' depressed
I can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get off this couch and over this hump
I need something to pull me up out of this dump
I took my licks, took my lumps
Knocked down ten times and got right back up
But I need that spark to get me psyched up
In order for me to pick the code back up
I don't know how to pry away
And I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to click on this keyboard
and make another failed attempt to vent
I just can't admit or come to grips,
with the fact that I may be done with some "friends"
I need a new outlet I know some shit is so hard to swallow
I can't keep sittin' back and wallow in my own sorrow
But I know one fact, I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you didn't have to walk those 8 miles
[Lyrical Gangsta Chorus:]
In my shoes, just to see
What it's like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
I feel your pain, do you feel mine?
Let's go inside each other's mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes
Don't let 'em say you can't get past
They can all get fucked in the ass.
Just stay true to me and you
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
Oh they can go fuck the world. Just stay true to you.
I think people are losing their sense of humor
Everything is so tense and gloom
Lemme check the temperature in the room
Just as soon as I walk in
It's like all eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
'cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation
I don't want that... I'm done with being patient
I just want to find something new
Blend in with the rest of the room
Or maybe my life was meant to be doomed
Ken, I don't need no fucking man servant
to follow me around, and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of them ain't even funny like that
Ah Chaos, you're so funny man, you should be a comedian,
God damn, unfortunately I am,
but I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all fuck off, theres a new gangsta in town
Listen to the tale this website is about to tell
Hell, we don't have to trade our shoes
And you don't have to walk those 8 miles
[Lyrical Gangsta Chorus]
Nobody asked for life to deal us these cards
With these bullshit hands we're dealt
We have to arrange these cards ourselves
Or fold them, don't expect no help
Now I could have just
Sat on my ass and bitched and moaned
But take this situation I'm placed in
And get up and get by on my own
I was always the type of kid
That came flying through the door screaming
Sometimes sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a woman to take me under her wing, show me the way
I just wanted to fit in
Every single place
Every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid
Even if it meant acting stupid
Rappers always taught me to
Keep my dreams alive
Meanwhile I'm just standing there
Biting my tongue, trying not to talk
Put my foot in my mouth and
I learned my lesson
I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on this short description
'cause where you see it from is where you're sitting
Is probably completely different
I guess we would have to walk those 8 miles
In each other's shoes, at least
What size are you?
Let's see if my shoes can fit your feet
[Lyrical Gangsta Chorus]
Yea... To my babies. Stay strong.
Daddy will be home soon
And to the rest of the world, God gave you the shoes
That fit you, so put em on and wear em
And be yourself man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds ridiculous,
Don't ever let noone tell you, some of us "just aren't that smart"
American CEO's have the swagger of a sloth
Too bad they all don't have any consciences?
Guess when GREED makes you accustomed to making MILLIONS it makes it hard
BUT you are who you are, that’s just who they are
It could've been so easy
& they could've helped many families
Money blinded them and they couldn't see
But don't worry, karma's a bitch, just between you and me
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This website is a collaberation of raps, lyrics, poems, rhymes, and artistic talent. These lyrics on this website dictates the struggle of the world and one person who started at the bottom and through hardwork, determination, and patience, reached Number One. This website is still currently under development. This website is a Gangster's Paradise. Ice-T is the Original Gangster and he can keep the Original Gangsta title, we have no qualms about that, but I am the Lyrical Gangsta. We will be providing more information at a later time. Keep checking back in with us. Also be sure to read our music critic and music review page.
Snoop Dogg is just a dog from another dog pound. Chaos Dawg, the brother of the Lyrical Gangsta is thought to be distant a distant cousin of Snoop Dogg's. Chaos Dawg, who prefers to go by the stage name C. Dawg is 19 years old and says it is his dream to preform backup for Eminem. If you want the home address contact information for Eminem. C. Dawg says his ambition is to become one of the Top 10 Best Rappers of all time.
"O.G. Original Gangster" Lyrics by Ice-T
Ten years ago
I used to listen to rappers flow
Talkin' bout the way
They rocked the mic at the disco
I liked how that shit was goin' down
With my own sound
So I tried to write rhymes
Somethin' like them, my boys said,
"That ain't you Ice,
That shit sounds like them."
So I sat back, thought up a new track
Didn'T fantasize, kicked the pure
Facts. Motherfuckers got scared
Cause they weas unprepaired
who would tell it how it relly was?
Who dared?
A motherfucker from the West Coast
L.A. South Central fool
Where the Crips and the Bloods play
When I wrote about parties
It didn't fit
Six in the Mornin'
That was the real shit
[CHORUS]
O.G. Original Gangster
When I wrote about parties
Someone always died
When I tried to write happy
Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime
Why play ya blind?
A simple look
and anyone with two cents
would know I'm
A hardcore player fromhe streets
Rappin' bout hardcore topics
Over hardcore drum beats
a little different
Than the average though
Jet you thru the fast lane
Drop ya on death row
Cause anybody who's been there
Knows that life ain't sho lovely
On the blood-soaked fast track
That invincible shit don't work
Throw ya in a joint
You'll be comin' out feet first
So I blst the mic with my style
Sometimes I'm ill
The other times buck wild
But the science is always there
I'd be a true sucker
If I acted like I didn'T care
I rap for brothers just like myself
Dazed by the game
In a quest for extreme wealth
But I kick it to you hard and real
One wrong move, and you caps peeled
I ain't no super hero
I ain't no Marvel Comic
But when it comes to game I'm atomic
At droppin' it straight
Point blank and untwisted
No imagination needed, cause I lived it
This ain't no fuckin' joke
This shit is real to me
I'm Ice-T
O.G.
Two weeks ago I was out at the disco
Two brothers stepped up to me
And said
"Hey yo, Ice
We don't think you're down
What set ya claimin'?"
E drew the Glock, yo my set's aimin'!
Dumb motherfucker
Try to roll on me, please!
I'm protected by a thousand emcees
and hoodlums and hustlers
And bangers with Jeri curls
we won't even count the girls
Cause they got my back
And I got theirs too
Fight for the streets
When I'm on Oprah or Donahue
They try to sweat a nigga
But they just didn'T figure
What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger
"He's not your everyday-type
Prankster."
I'm Ice-T, the original gangster
So step to me
If you think that you're ready to
Got on your bullet proof?
Well mine's goin' right thru
This ain't no game to me
It's hollow fame to me
Without respect frome streets
So I don't claim be
The hardest motherfucker on earth
Catch me slippin, I can even get worked
But I don'T slip that often
there's a coffin
Waitin' for the brother
Who comes off soft when
The real fuckin' shit goes down
Take a look around
all them pussies can be found
they talk a mean fight
But fight like hoes
I'm from South Central, fool
Where everything goes
Snatch you out your car so fast
You'll get whiplash
Numbers on your roof top
For when the copters pass
Gang bangers
Don't carry no switch blades
Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a
Hand grenade
Thirty-seven killed
Last week in a crack war
Hostages tied up
And shot in a liquor store
Nobody gives a fuck
"The children have to go to school."
Well, moms, good luck
Cause the shit's fucked up bad
I use my pad and pen
And my lyrics break out mad
I try to write about fun
and the good times
But the pen yanks away and explodes
And destroys the rhyme
Maybe it's just cause of where I'm from
L.A. that was a shot gun!
[Lil Wayne]
Fo' fiv' shepherd, my muthaf-cking pet
I point it at them and tell that muthaf-cker fetch
I'm f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I just launched a missle, I call it triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'm a starve her to death
No Top down lately, I've been kinda upset
Been fuck the world but nigga I aint cum yet!
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight ain't too long, I don't need a bed on the jet
Guns are drawn but I aint even thinking bout being gone
I'm too busy payin' these niggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
The country's standards are like a crooked bitch
I got my hand up its' dress and feel the mess
The money don't sleep so Americans can't rest
1-AK47 is my ficking address, huh
[Rick Ross] I'm not a star, somebody lied
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh [Rick Ross] Big black n-gga, and an icey watch Shoes on the coupe, b-tch I got a Nike shop Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish! I'm swimming in the yellow b-tch, boss In the red 911 looking devilish Red beam make a b-tch n-gga sit down Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop Palmolive in a n-gga dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected, got killers off in Chicago [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/l/lil+wayne/if+i+die+today_20907398.html ] [Rick Ross] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car [Lil Wayne] Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh [Lil Wayne] Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther, b-tch I'm red fox Big bee's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks Your f-cking with a n-gga who don't give a f-ck Empty the clip than roll a window up P-ssy n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun I'm in a red b-tch, she said she finna cum 200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, YMCMB B-tch ass n-gga, p-ssy ass n-gga I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving If I died today it'd be a holiday [Rick Ross] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car So don't make it come alive Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever The bigger the bullet the more that b-tch gon bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my b-tch My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks Son of a b-tch, than I made a great escape Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y'all Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up [Lil Wayne] I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car Yeah
