W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Shadiest One (featuring CJ Mac) Lyrics"
So Much Lyrics
so much for you and me, so much you cant be free. their life is circling down we fall down to the ground my life for a million dollars, your life for a fucking nickel. all eyes are bleeding red, all eyes are bleeding red. we all just stare at the sky, and wonder why we're here. all over, all over. all eyes see for you, all eyes see right though, all eyes are focused on, all eyes are waiting for their life over, all over again, ohhhhh , I can see, a nightmare begins for my uh sign is falling, to the ground. on my crown. dead dog that crawls, that crawls out to out. crawling, our night tomorrow, stupid mic arg, check, t
so much for you and me, so much you cant be free. their life is circling down we fall down to the ground my life for a million dollars, your life for a fucking nickel. all eyes are bleeding red, all eyes are bleeding red. we all just stare at the sky, and wonder why we're here. all over, all over. all eyes see for you, all eyes see right though, all eyes are focused on, all eyes are waiting for their life over, all over again, ohhhhh , I can see, a nightmare begins for my uh sign is falling, to the ground. on my crown. dead dog that crawls, that crawls out to out. crawling, our night tomorrow, stupid mic arg, check, t
(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit
(other man)
lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit
(man)
hey, look, nigga
get out there, nigga
these niggas ain't sho' ta riz-ayd, right
we gon' get in and get out
(other man)
we on a roll, nigga
[continues, indistinct]
[Verse 1: WC]
I'ma walk it down, now
fuckin' wit deez out-a-town niggas
got me watchin' up on my back and strappin'
pistol packin'
who ever thought dem fools would catch on
and we was sellin' rock while up in the back of the broll
see da plan was to make a transaction to match
three calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash
you know da deal, nigga you know da outcome
dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run
[CJ Mac]
We gettin' close, hot as fuck
burnin' up in his drive
two pace, mirror checkin' doin' sixty-five
I seen the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
he make this stop, better have 9 lives
nigga speak
[Man's Voice]
Where you at?
[CJ Mac]
Close nigga
you just have tha cash right so we can go's, nigga
I never tell no
nigga when I'm comin' through his town
set us up, get a crew, gun his town
[WC]
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Second Fiddle (to An Old Guitar) Lyrics
Once we were so happy you were my very own Then you bought that guitar and ruined our happy home You told me that you're gonna pick you're gonna be a star I'm tired of playin' second fiddle to an old guitar You gaze at that guitar on your knee in a way that you never look at me This love affair of yours has gone too far And I'm tired of playin' second fiddle to an old guitar [ ac.guitar ] You say it wouldn't be long till you'd be Number One That we'd have lots of money and we'd have lots of fun Well all you've done is pick and grin and sing off key so far I'm tired of playin
uck that, I dun dis shit befo'Once we were so happy you were my very own Then you bought that guitar and ruined our happy home You told me that you're gonna pick you're gonna be a star I'm tired of playin' second fiddle to an old guitar You gaze at that guitar on your knee in a way that you never look at me This love affair of yours has gone too far And I'm tired of playin' second fiddle to an old guitar [ ac.guitar ] You say it wouldn't be long till you'd be Number One That we'd have lots of money and we'd have lots of fun Well all you've done is pick and grin and sing off key so far I'm tired of playin
after we twist deez niggas, we gon twist some mo'
(CJ Mac)
Out-a-town nigga havin' a pistal in hand
whatcha paper, you fuckin' wit some jackets, player
shit happens
[Chorus: CJ Mac]
Don't fuck wit a niggas cash
niggas blast, when it come to cash
niggas mash, on dat ass
Don't fuck wit a niggas cash
niggas mash, on dat ass
fo' a niggas cash, niggas blast
[WC second half overlaps]
(T'is da season to be janky falalalala lalalala)
[Verse 2: CJ Mac]
Hits J, sit straight, dey ain't even check
swiss suitcase, jit
we ain't stop to count da cash, nigga
shit, nigga, I remember
It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla straight heata
[WC]
fake twista, took her ass back to da piz-ad
sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ad
to make some mo trick-climbin'-blatant-nigga loot [wooh!]
cuz baby need new shoes and daddy need a coupe
[CJ Mac]
Call my nigga, Fred, yo friend
he set up da link
gave his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n' shit
told him 'Shut the fuck up', niggas try sweating
and have to take his ass out there, he bound to wetting
[WC]
Uh huh, two months passed, I found his ass trashed out
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Bring Me Down Lyrics
Don't load me up with stones Load me up with gold Weight on the shoulders Weight on the bleeding soul So you wanna break me So you wanna break my will Now I know you shoot to kill Now I know you only wanted Bring me down Crush me under your heel Bring me down Break every bone in me Bring me down Tear off my self esteem Bring me down Bring me all the way down, down, down... These days are murder These days are darkest days Faces surround me All turning to one big mess Words are like little knives Slicing me piece by
strated on his porch, with his dick in his mouthDon't load me up with stones Load me up with gold Weight on the shoulders Weight on the bleeding soul So you wanna break me So you wanna break my will Now I know you shoot to kill Now I know you only wanted Bring me down Crush me under your heel Bring me down Break every bone in me Bring me down Tear off my self esteem Bring me down Bring me all the way down, down, down... These days are murder These days are darkest days Faces surround me All turning to one big mess Words are like little knives Slicing me piece by
What the fuck? I know these niggas ain't here in L.A.
I went and grabbed the AK n' called my nigga CJ
{[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ Mac}
(What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit deez niggas (what?)
Hey CJ nigga I just found this nigga Fred fucked up
(slow down, nigga) on the porch (Fred?)
Hey nigga it's goin' down
Hey nigga meet me at cho bitch spot, nigga (what?)
Fuck that, let's bring these in hea
Fuck these niggas!
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: CJ Mac]
Goin' 110 on da 110, exit slow
shit my stomach uptight, sumthin' ain't right (fuck that)
How da fuck they found where Fred stay
they ain't never been out there, hold up, what the fuck?!
[WC]
CJ, don't trip, nigga, dey just killed yo bitch
left her bleedin' in the porch wit' screwdriver's in her head
ramshacked the house, took the work and the money
[CJ Mac]
I could see that shit, but why the fuck you so bloody?
[WC]
They took the hundred thousand we stole plus two mo' (right, right)
and if I know that nigga Bo he checked a in mo {motel}
[CJ Mac]
Bo, hard nigga, who parted the game
you didn't know that motherfuckas name!
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Sinner's Blues Lyrics
Once there was a man and Jesus was His name He made the blind to see and He healed the poor and lame He walked upon the earth He lived and died like any other man But on the third day He did something no other man can You see Jesus was the Son of God He never knew a sin He came down from the Heavens so that we could make it in He taught us how to love and then we hung Him on a rugged tree But death it could not claim Him and the Savior won the victory Well once there was a woman who was drawing from a well Her evil deeds were many and her soul was bound for Hell But Jesus h
t you found Fred dead, then you found my bitch wit her wig splitOnce there was a man and Jesus was His name He made the blind to see and He healed the poor and lame He walked upon the earth He lived and died like any other man But on the third day He did something no other man can You see Jesus was the Son of God He never knew a sin He came down from the Heavens so that we could make it in He taught us how to love and then we hung Him on a rugged tree But death it could not claim Him and the Savior won the victory Well once there was a woman who was drawing from a well Her evil deeds were many and her soul was bound for Hell But Jesus h
nigga I ain't stupid, you did that shit
[gunshot]
Motherfucka shot me in my shoulda
reached for my strap, and started dumpin' back
{gunshots continue}
[WC]
Nigga, lifes a bitch and then you die
you only get one chance to check, nigga, trust no nigga
shoulda known from the start, ain't no love in my heart
fuck this 50-50 shit, this is where we depart
[CJ Mac]
I'll be damned if I let this nigga walk wit' da dough
kill my hoe, boy, kill my hoe?
Five, fo' rounds, hit him twice, hit him in his stomach
see me vomit blood,
nigga eat slugs!
{gunshots continue}
[WC]
On my knees, I'ma see da bust back, fuck that
somehow I managed, ta raise wit da wicked carriage
ain't no rules to dis shit, we jackers
ain't no love in this game, mothafucka, shit happens
[Chorus x2]
I feel sorry, nigga
just like every dog has his day,
every loc get his nights
I'll be back at ya, my nigga (ain't no thang)
I can't believe yo ass did some shit like that to me, nigga
it ain't nothin' (hu, hu)
it ain't nothin'
It's goin' down
I'ma get that motherfucker
It's on!