American Dream Music ProjectJustin Jones
Growing Pains-DTPDo it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . [Verse: Fate Wilson] (let's do it again) Okay, I remember the days (let's do it again) High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades (do it a) Troops, Lottos, and BK's, those was the days (let's do it again) High tech boots spray painted witcha names (do it a) T-shirts airbrushed that read the same (let's do it again) Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo' initial (do it a) Harry's Photos, group shots, can you remember? (let's do it again) Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die (do it a) Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5 (let's do it again) When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed (do it a) Just to reiterate dog those was the days (let's do it again) Fore the invasions of haters, man crews from all around (do it a) Used to get down at True Flavas, bumpin Kilo (let's do it again) Rockin Damage, Cross Colour and Paco (do it a) While playboys stepped in talent shows (let's do it again) Prom night, tux and Kangol was so cool (do it a) Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school) (let's do it again) [Verse: Shawnna] It used to be all good when we played Double Dutch in the hood (do it a) On the softball team I was swingin' that wood (let's do it again) I remember eatin' Kool-Aid and sunflower seeds (do it a) Jelly shoes, hair braided wit 1000 beads (let's do it again) Mama sittin' on the porch ?till the lights come on (do it a) And when I woke up in the mornin' and my bike was gone (let's do it again) I was sick to my stomach, couldn't eat for days (do it a) Sweepin' beauty shops, saving, making minimum wage (let's do it again) Then I cop the 10-speed and got back on my feet (do it a) A whole pack'a girls ridin' 20 deep in the street (let's do it again) We playin' catch a boy, freak a boy, switchin' up the rules (do it a) A summertime splash party get you in the pool (let's do it again) Ladies if ya feel it - holla back cause you wit me (do it a) Shout my nigga Keya, Tony Mack, Jalay, Nikki (let's do it again) This for all them hood parkin' lots in every city (do it a) Ludacris, Face, Lil' Fate, Shawnna you wit me (let's do it again) [Chorus: We were tryin so hard (do it a) Hard to survive (let's do it again) Cause even though we were young (do it a) We had to stay strong (let's do it again) No matter what we went through (do it a) It was me and my crew (let's do it again) And that's how it went (do it a) When we were kids (let's do it again) [Verse: Ludacris] I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat (do it a) I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back (let's do it again) With two sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches (do it a) And set fires in garbage pales and cabbage patches (let's do it again) A child of the corn been wild since I was born (do it a) Climbin' over barbed wire, clothes got torn (let's do it again) Shoes got muddy and my click turned cruddy (do it a) Wherever I go they went they my buddies (let's do it again) I brush teeth, brush naps and calm streets (do it a) Dreamin' of Cadillacs, wood wheels and plush seats (let's do it again) Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats (do it a) Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf (let's do it again) When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for ac-tion! (do it a) Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one (let's do it again) Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys (do it a) And be with the people makin all that got damn noise, man (let's do it again) [Verse: Scarface] I remember, Swatch Watches, Izod, Berries (do it a) Levi Denims, dried eyed jerry-curls (let's do it again) Back when the girls wore striped chick jeans (do it a) Straight leg Lee's on, sewn at the seams (let's do it again) Borrowing dope paint was all good if ya head-bang (do it a) Long as you was ridin, you ain't need to have game (let's do it again) And even back then chicks were starvin' touch status (do it a) You either had a car, favorite Jordan, or kept static (let's do it again) Old school homies did nothin but block rag (do it a) Stay gone off the Olde E and pop James (let's do it again) Moms had to monitor the niggas ya hung around (do it a) To the point when you came in the house when they came around (let's do it again) And - My dad was dead so these streets had to raise me (do it a) And even back in 1983 shit was crazy (let's do it again) Young, black, broke, drunk, beer, smoke (do it a) It's good they kicked my ass outta' the school, fuck the principal (let's do it again) [Chorus (2x)]
Hard Knock Life-Jay-Z[Jay-Z] Check the bassline out, uh-huh Jigga (bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeahh Let it bump though["Annie" sample] It's the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life!![Jay-Z] From standin on the corners boppin to drivin some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen For droppin some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock fleein the murder scene, you know me well from nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck naw Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby! You know it's hell when I come through The life and times of Shawn Carter nigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready["Annie" sample] It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life!![Jay-Z] I flow for those 'dro'ed out; all my niggaz locked down in the ten by fo', controllin the house We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks Burn em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd rather that I flow for chicks wishin, they ain't have to strip to pay tuition I see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshots All my ballers that's born to clock Now I'ma be on top whether I perform or not I went from lukewarm to hot; sleepin on futons and cots to King Size, dream machines, the green fives I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills Then I put it down type braile I'm tight grill with the phony, rappers y'all might feel we homies I'm like still, y'all don't know me, shit! I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improvin I'm tryin to murder everything movin, feel me?!["Annie" sample] It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life!! [Jay-Z] I don't how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes Gotta a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress you'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out Didn't really appreciate it, til the second one came out So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh!["Annie" sample] It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life!!
Why-JadakissJadakiss] Aha It's dat real Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt And why them dudes ain't ridin' if there part of your set And why they never get it poppin' but they party to death Yea, and why they gon give you life for a murder Turn around only give you eight months for a burner, it's goin down Why they sellin' niggaz CD's for under a dime If it's all love daddy why you come wit your nine Why my niggaz ain't get that cake Why is a brother up North better than Jordan That ain't get that break Why you ain't stackin' instead of tryin' to be fly Why is rattin' at an all time high Why are you even alive Why they kill Tupac n' Chris Why at the bar you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin Crist' Why them bullets have to hit that door Why did Kobe have to hit that raw Why he kiss that whore Why [Chorus: Anthony Hamilton] All that I been givin' Is this thing that I've been living They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that Try'd to make it my way But got sent up on the highway Why, oh why Why they gotta do me like that [Jadakiss] Why would niggaz push pounds and powder Why did bush knock down the towers Why you around them cowards Why Aaliyah have to take that flight Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari Why he take that bike Why they gotta open your package and read your mail Why they stop lettin' niggaz get degreez in jail Why you gotta do eighty-five percent of your time And why do niggaz lie in eighty-five percent of they rhymes Why a nigga always want what he can't have Why I can't come through in the pecan Jag Why did crack have to hit so hard Even though it's almost over Why niggaz can't get no jobs Why they come up wit the witness protection Why they let the terminator win the election Come on, pay attention Why sell in the stores what you can sell in the streets Why I say the hottest shit but we sellin' the least [Chorus] [Jadakiss] Uh, yea, yo Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get a Oscar Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it Why they didn't make the CL6 wit a clutch And if you don't smoke why the hell you reachin' for my dutch Why rap, cause I need air time Why be on the curb wit a "why lie I need a beer" sign Why all the young niggaz is dyin' Cause they moms at work, they pops is gone, they livin' wit iron Why they ain't give us a cure for aids Why my diesel have fiends in the spot on the floor for days Why you screamin' like it's slug, it's only the hawk Why my buzz in L.A. ain't like it is in New York Why you forcin' you to be hard Why ain't you a thug by choice Why the whole world love my voice Why try to tell 'em that it's the flow son And you know why they made the new twenties Cause I got all my old ones That's why
Ghetto Rich-Rich boy[Polow Da Don] Shit, we tryna get it for real... OH! Rich Boy! You niggas better get focused... Get money muthafucka! Get money muthafucka! [Verse 1 - Rich Boy] Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's Heavy guns and dope boys harrassed by the police Still gettin' pulled over and asked by the police 'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win See the color of ya skin get'cha put in the pen It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone Sendin' niggas to the pen or the funeral home I be feelin' like the Lord'll never answer me back So I'm holdin' on my gat just in case they attack Bullet holes in ya house'll make it hard to sleep Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap 'Lotta niggas doin' life from undercovers and fake friends It's real how them penitetiary bars'll break men Niggas doin' life from undercovers and fake friends It's real how them penitetiary bars'll break men [Chorus - John Legend] It's where ya live, it's where ya play It's where ya learn, ya favorite slang Your world is, ghetto It's where I live, it's where I'm from It's where ya had, to tote your gun Your world is, ghetto [Verse 2 - Rich Boy] Can't explain how I feel growin' up in the gum Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her Doin' crimes, a hard time for food on the plate Know a couple of niggas ain't never comin' out the gate Movin' weight the only thing them street niggas know Servin' thangs at school, they never teach 'em, don't show But a .44'll get'cha money fast from robbin' Do or die situation when ya tired and stavin' Government'd never send me a dime for school So I went and started workin' like my nine my tool I'm a leader for the south, pa, open ya ears Young kids where I'm from wear permanent tears [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Rich Boy] I'm a product of the block, watch the fiends come back Got a couple white packs, 'cause they fiend for that Early five in the mornin' pigs showin' they badge Real niggas in the street still showin' they rags Speedbumps in the road start slwoin' me down See them fake niggas actin' like they know me now Got a chance to advance so I'm makin' my move Couple people still thankin' they got somethin' to prove Pay the card for the south, yeah the hood my home Told my mama I'mma leave the dope game alone On my knees every night conversatin' wit' God Niggas dyin' everyday 'cause they wanna be hard Still totin' my piece 'cause it ain't nothin' like the movies I'm wearin' my vest in case they hit me wit' the uzi Even if I take a trip around the world and back I'm representin' for the hoods, where they feel me at [Chorus] [Bridge - Polow da Don] Throw 'em up if you know what the hood like Throw 'em up if you lookin' for that good life Throw 'em up if ya... ghetto life Shit
Slippin-DMX[Chorus:] Only thing that keeps me up when I'm feelin' down I don't know about you but I gotta keep mines around cause I done looked out and searched and it's hard to find another shorty like mine baby yes I'm addicted to how we kick it everything you say to me Never knew it could be so wicked hopin' that you stay wit me search around the world but you will never find another shorty like mine shorty like mine [Hook:] I tell my niggas that uh you got a girl but she ain't nothin' like (mineeee) Cute face nice size like (mineee) Stay kitted hood wit like (mineee) mean walk talk Chris help me tell 'em what's up [Verse 1] I knew when I ran into this one she would be the redrum of my pimpin' Knew she would be the one to make me stop caring about other girls on my jock and gettin' them she was the one to slow me down hold me down I roll wit her know go wit it now I'mma grow wit it now I'ma go get her that's how I got her don't be mad you can't get one hotter broke them up when they made lil' momma I don't care what my niggas say she been there everyday for my drama Some of the homies hate cause they want her wish they the ones that's datin' my woman gone get a good look cause she fine and I don't mind cause she mine [Chorus] [Hook] [Bridge (Chris Brown):] I got all this love inside of me and all I wanna do is give it to her I don't care what the fellas say bout it cause I got somethin' to say bout it Wat I'm about to say is straight up real talk no cut I don't play bout' it There ain't a pr...