Kane And Able lyrics
Kane And Able lyrics
"Stress Lyrics"
Lady Onlie Lyrics
LADY ONLIE (Robert Burns) A' the lads o Thornie-bank, When they gae to the shore o' Bucky, They'll step in an' tak a pint, Wi Lady Onlie, honest lucky. ch. Lady Onlie, honest lucky, Brews guid ale at shore o' Bucky: I wish her sale for her guid ale, The best on a' the shore o Bucky! Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean- I wat she is a dainty chuckie, And
LADY ONLIE (Robert Burns) A' the lads o Thornie-bank, When they gae to the shore o' Bucky, They'll step in an' tak a pint, Wi Lady Onlie, honest lucky. ch. Lady Onlie, honest lucky, Brews guid ale at shore o' Bucky: I wish her sale for her guid ale, The best on a' the shore o Bucky! Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean- I wat she is a dainty chuckie, And
[Talking]
Hey Nigga
This is our last time bonita
After this, we out
I'm tellin you
We die together
An eye for an eye (In Italian)
A tooth for a tooth (In Italian)
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
All my niggas
Feel me
[Verse 1]
I can't rest
So much stress to live illegal
My uncle on death row
Waiting to get the needle
Holla if you hear me, people
This dope game is evil
A bloody river runnin through the ghetto
That new born baby
In the dumpster
She been dead for a week
While the dope fiend momma
Gettin high on the street
Gettin beat by police
Still prayin for peace
Niggas playin for keeps
Yellow tape and white sheets
And time is going by so slowy
I plead insanity
My family my homies
Sick of swallowing rocks
To avoid them cops on the block
Sic
If Hollywood Don't Need You (Honey, I Still Do) Lyrics
(Dave Hanner) Well, you know I'm not much good at writin' letters So I gave up and decided that I'd call No, there's really not much news to tell you Things back here, they never change at all It's cold today, it's cold here for November But I hear the weather's warm out there. Oh, and if you see Burt Reynolds Would you shake his hand for me? And tell old Burt, I've seen all his movies Well, I hope yo
k of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks(Dave Hanner) Well, you know I'm not much good at writin' letters So I gave up and decided that I'd call No, there's really not much news to tell you Things back here, they never change at all It's cold today, it's cold here for November But I hear the weather's warm out there. Oh, and if you see Burt Reynolds Would you shake his hand for me? And tell old Burt, I've seen all his movies Well, I hope yo
This ghetto got me thinkin about death
When will it stop
Either you punch the clock
Or you open up shop
Chorus
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
[Verse 2]
Gettin murdered by the hands of a buster
Over respect
Last night my little homie cought a bullet in the neck
Look in his eyes
He kinda looked surprised in
Acoustic 3 Lyrics
They painted up your secrets With the lies they told to you And the least they ever gave you Was the most you ever knew And I wonder where these dreams go When the world gets in your way What's the point in all this screaming No one's listening anyway Your voice is small and fading And you hide in here unknown And your mother loves your father 'Cause she's got nowhere to go And she wond
is last breathThey painted up your secrets With the lies they told to you And the least they ever gave you Was the most you ever knew And I wonder where these dreams go When the world gets in your way What's the point in all this screaming No one's listening anyway Your voice is small and fading And you hide in here unknown And your mother loves your father 'Cause she's got nowhere to go And she wond
But life goes on for niggas
Throwin up they set
In terror
In the ghetto when this shit ain't stoppin
Niggas run in your crib
And make references to why your momma
Washin fiends
Never with a fly
Chasin a high
And gettin AIDS from a bitch
Ain't no way to die
And everyday I'm seeing signs
Of the end of the world
My nigga Bobby killed himself and his lady
In front of his baby girl
Feds, watch a nigga
Tryin to make the bus
But niggas stay strapped
And gats, we trust (C'mon)
Chorus
[Verse 3]
Bill Clinton in the White House
Fucking hoes
Innocent kids gettin shot on my block
Casket closed
Hear the niggas in the cell blocks
Screaming for freedom
Tryin to cop a cigarette for stress
Cause they need them
Remember JJ got shot
In a high speed chase
Busted in
How Many Times? (1926) Lyrics
A fellow with his lady friend walking and talking of love A moon that has a silvery lining is shining above The girlie says you certainly do like to coo like a dove A nervous youth A jealous miss Who wants the truth Is asking this: How many times have you said, "I love you"? How many times have you said, "I'll be true"? How many wonderful sweeties have you told that to? How many times has a certain feelingthe back
Through the license plate
My reality is fatality
I verbalize pain before I be another casualty
Infared beam on the glock
Just aim and pop
You see me for a split second
And your dead and got
I try to tell these young kids
Go to school
They wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool
They don't hear me though
[Talking]
Yeah man
It's sad you know
We ain't got no jump shot
Can't play football
We ain't got no money for college
But I see these niggas on the block
Rolling with their fancy cars
Fancy gold
Fancy hoes
Nigga, I'ma get it how I live
You know
I'ma y'all young niggas some advice
Don't get greedy nigga
Get what you came for
To many niggas dying
Trying to prove something to another nigga
Be true to yourself
True to what you know nigga
Stay true to the gizzame
A fellow with his lady friend walking and talking of love A moon that has a silvery lining is shining above The girlie says you certainly do like to coo like a dove A nervous youth A jealous miss Who wants the truth Is asking this: How many times have you said, "I love you"? How many times have you said, "I'll be true"? How many wonderful sweeties have you told that to? How many times has a certain feeling
Through the license plate
My reality is fatality
I verbalize pain before I be another casualty
Infared beam on the glock
Just aim and pop
You see me for a split second
And your dead and got
I try to tell these young kids
Go to school
They wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool
They don't hear me though
[Talking]
Yeah man
It's sad you know
We ain't got no jump shot
Can't play football
We ain't got no money for college
But I see these niggas on the block
Rolling with their fancy cars
Fancy gold
Fancy hoes
Nigga, I'ma get it how I live
You know
I'ma y'all young niggas some advice
Don't get greedy nigga
Get what you came for
To many niggas dying
Trying to prove something to another nigga
Be true to yourself
True to what you know nigga
Stay true to the gizzame