Me Against The World

Can you picture my prophecy?

Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin
There ain't no stoppin me 
Constantly movin while makin millions
Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Can't raise the children cause they're illin
Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin
Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted?
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he'll listen in his casket - the aftermath
More bodies being buried - I'm losing my homies in a hurry
They're relocating to the cemetary
Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world baby

Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself
See ladies in stores, Baby Capone's, livin wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreamin
Seein Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazy
And screamin I guess them nightmares as a child
Had me scared, but left me prepared for a while
Is there another route? For a crooked Outlaw
Veteran, a villian, a young thug, who one day shall fall

Everday there's mo' death, and plus I'm dough-less
I'm seein mo' reasons for me to proceed with thievin
Scheme on the scheming and leave they peeps grieving
Cause ain't no bucks to stack up, my nuts is backed up
I'm bout to act up, go load the Mac up, now watch me klacka
Tried makin fat cuts, but yo it ain't workin
And Evil's lurking, I can see him smirking
When I gets to pervin, so what?
Go put some work in, and make my mail, makin sales
Risking 25 with a 'L', but oh well

With all this extra stressin
The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
When will I finally get to rest? Through this supression
They punish the people that's askin questions
And those that possess, steal from the ones without possessions

The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons
Don't settle for less - even a genius asks-es questions
Be grateful for blessings

on't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded

And things don't go the way you planned it

Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference

Politicians and hypocrites, they d'ont wanna listen

If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change

It wasn't nuttin like the game

It's just me against the world

Impatient Jeremih

https://youtu.be/EnIR91t4qgY

Know your city, 

What you're used to

Know I Ain't Exactly What You're Used To
Know you're probably worried what I'm used to
I don't blame you, 

What you s'posed to?
Last time 

we felt like it was Our night
Now you got me thinkin' 'bout you All night
Me and You, seemed like it'd be alright
Long as we can keep it all night

Cup full, Yeah Mon
Poured up, she Ready!
Leave here, too on
Tell me where I'm headed
Tree leaf, a little O
You know I'm faded
Heart shape and I love that
Come here, down with it
I, Can't
I Can't keep my eyes off Your Face
Let alone talk bout your body
I've been waiting for so Long
Girl You Just Don't Know, no

Still dippin' through The City with the top down
Shawty got that show-me-what-you-'bout-now
I ain't waitin' for tonight, I'm talkin' right now
Still know my way right with the lights down
Set it down every time you go low
Ain't nobody worried if we on it SOLO
You know when we Creepin' it be alright
I kill it 'til you say it's all mine

Know your city, 

What you're used to

Know I ain't exactly what you're used to
Know you're prolly worried what I'm used to
I don't blame you, 

What you s'posed ta?
Last time we felt like it was our night
Now you got me thinkin' 'bout you all night
Me and you, seemed like it'd be alright
Long as we can Keep it all night

Cup full, Y3ah Mon (im on it)
Poured up, she ready
Leave here, too on
Tell me where I'm headed
Tree leaf, a little O
You know I'm faded
Heart shape and I love that
Come here, down with it
I, CANT
I can't keep my eyes off your face
Let alone talk bout your body
I've been waiting for so Long
Girl you just don't know, no

Tell the Bay I'm Ready,
bae I'm on It
I can go all the way until the mornin'
We could do all different type of positions
I'm a have you suckin' on my fingers while I Hit It
From the back,
You Like It like that
I know 50 different ways to make you climax
You got the flavored oil, girl you Nasty!
Rubbin' lotion on you, you ain't even ashy
Tryna get you to the room and take you down
Come give it to a Thug
Give it to a real one

Cup Full, yeah mon
Poured up, She Ready
Leave here, too on
Tell me where I'm headed
Tree leaf, a little O
You know I'm faded
Heart shape and I love that
Come here, down with it

I, can't
I can't keep my eyes off your face
Let alone talk bout your Body
I've been Waiting for so long
Girl you just don't know, no 

https://youtu.be/EnIR91t4qgY

Im HaShem Lo Yivneh Bayit

Unless the Lord builds the house,
Im HaShem Lo Yivneh Bayit

The builders labor in vain.
Shav Amlu Bonav Bo

Unless the Lord watches over the city,
Im HaShem Lo Yishmor Ir

the guards stand watch in vain.
Shav Shakad Shomer

Indeed, he who watches over Israel
Hinei Hinei Lo Yanum

will neither slumber nor sleep.
Lo Yanum v'Lo Yishan
Lo Yanum v'Lo Yishan
Guardian of Israel
Shomer Yisrael

Shira Choir Sings New Song At Bar Mitzvah - מקהלת שירה מבצעת את השיר החדש ׳אם השם לא יבנה בית
https://youtu.be/ckVYO9oI8vc 

Be Careful Bizzy

Bizzy ☼Bone/ "Be Careful"
☼
Little Layzie Made The Plan Up
And Wish said I wouldN't Bust
Til He Was Witness to my Sickness, 
START Pickin' em Off - WHAT?
When I Was a Boy, 
Pops callin' me Bitch, 
Hurting My Moms
Gimme the Reason 2 STOP UR Breathin
And I will leave him 
leaving lesions

I Ain't Even 
Drop Tha Bomb
In the 90's I'm at Juvi,
til I escaped in Cleveland, sinnin' and shootin' Uzis
You won't punk me, a stack don't front me
No crack, put it up and laugh
And get with the Bone Thugs mash
In the winter walkin', real weezy by myself
And dreams of hookin' with Eazy made me queasy
Maybe no food and bad health
You see, my forefathers left me no wealth, put it in my loins
And plus, my groins stay poised
And only count on yourself
Damn, who would've found thanks, swing I'm slick
And even though I'ma stick all of my shit, you better back off em, bitch
Remember crack them broads blastin' with Deuce
Deuce isn't missin' over some dick
I'm still laughin' on my mission

See, in the trenches with my henchmen
Respecting the blessings given on the commison
While my pops is all locked up in prison, I miss him
With no child hood tales, I was a daddy at twelve
Hell, I love my children all is well
Oh yeah, sell a key for payments
See my baby's need it daily
Lay Lay I see you're shady, huh
Niggas must be crazy
I love my lady but no way will she play me for pay, baby
And i'm down for mine, give up my money, money
Nigga, they can't fade me make it clear hustlin' year to year
Why don't you lend in need cause niggas is out here strugglin'
Holdin' back the tears, but it ain't nothin'
Somethin', somethin', but enough to blow up the functions
One of my homies that I buck with, oh

You know what I tell her with hella attitude, do what you gotta do
Go fuck who you wanna fuck
Smoke with whoever you want to
Wait a minute when it might haunt you
And while every nigga in jail found the Lord
Cause it's time to visit the parole board
I stay strapped down, hold the gat down, hit the floor
I'm comin' up outta this motherfucker through the door
Niggas come when the money's abundant
But then start runnin' when it ain't no fun
And when the war gets close, and niggas get gun-sick
Tellin' me to think about my kids
Big bitch, swear to God, they ain't punk
You can turn a ho into a house wife
Or fake niggas into real niggas
Where everyone wanna be in the limelight
Or they wanna be the niggas to kill on the frontline
Stickin to the message,
cause other motherfuckers have you thinkin like prison
They ain't tryin to go to Heaven
Might as well pull out your weapon and blast yourself
I had a vision of a little division
I'm on a mission traveling the world
Talk to all the little children, the adults is fake
And don't listen, watch your back
A nigga had a premonition
Pt.2 https://youtu.be/Ry2YNSOeQNA  

Thugz Cry

For Tha Ghetto Media
Don't Let The Light Skin Fool Y'all
I Will Fuck U Up

This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry [3X]
This is what it sounds like
when thugz cry, when thugz cry
This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry [4X]
This is what it sounds like
when thugz cry, when thugz cry

Nigga We Represent The Planet 

Get Schizophrenic N Panic
Maybe The Feds Would Understand
If They'd Get Off There Ass & Mash
How Do U Manage?

Paranoid, 

Don't Even Trust My Boyz
Watch For The Plotin 

Deploy

Them Boyz

Scopin Like A Dope Fiend

But I'm Smokin 

In Tha Alleys 

With These Ghetto Guns  

I Reign From North Watts

Niggas In Cali 

Take Bullets To The Brain

 Still Rowdy,

 

Jesus ...Really Never Died
Get Crucified 

Mutual Suicide, 

Who Am I?

Loco With Vocals 

Never Went To Court
Heaven

Now Move Me Right

 

Fo Sho

Deception Runnin My Brethren
but Sunny Days!

When They Parlay
Get Killed When They Get To Steppin
(Give Me Them Weapons Cuz)

& Tha Doctor Said
I Need Time To Myself 

On The Ocean
Those Frivolous Thoughts
Wheres Tha Bottle

Full Of This Independant Artist

Ghetto Relentless
Evil Intentions 

Nobody Knows Him
Even The Henchmen 

Warrior Or Poet ?

Never Ta Mention
Thats My Lady Rebel 

& We ...

We Keepin The Light On 

At Ruthless 

& I Ain't Fuckin The Boss (bars)

Lookin At Me Faggot?

Take Your Clothes Off
But My Dick'll Go Soft!

Never Mix Business With Your Sickness
Never See Me Creeping In the picnic
With Your Hood 

Divide and Conquer
But My Sister Was Ready To Bomb Her!

Get Off The Dizznik 

& Up Off My Voice

Me and My Boyz
Give Us A Choice
How Could U Ever Tell Sony

That I Was The Only One Making Noise

Ain't It A Breech Of Trust
Look In The Gutter,unh, 

Never Judge Jor

 Book By Tha Cover

Word To Tha Motherfuckahs
I....I Didn't Stutter 

But What If I Lost it

& Came In The Office 

& Nobody Noticed
With Liquid Explosives, 

On Top Of Versace Clothes
.. Give Up Tha Ghost

Krayzie's Picasso, lil' Layzie Like Caesar,
Stacks Like lil' Pesi N Casino  

& Wish Don't Give Ah Fuck! O
I'm Gambino -n- The Walkin Dead
Woke Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed 

Bible Of Survival 

Triple Six Rivals, 

Triple Six Rivals
Rember U Said 

I Read 

But Rode With Killas, 

Niggas That'll Bust In Tha Club 

U Gonna Feel Us

Strapped In The Bed
Strapped Pickin Up The Kids 

Its The Realist, the Realist, the Realist, the Realist.

It'll make your body shake 

when it's too late 

soon as
you flipped off the saftey 

baby this we all day
Don't tell me you crazy
Will they sell me? 

 Hell Naw!
For the reason this weepin widow be the demon
so cheap 

and at least she peepin 

go peep 

deep down

in yo pockets 

dont sleep
Rollin with my crucifix

 Lucifer usually uses
the rule of these wicked tricks 

in the school of 

these ghetto games 

and the fruit of

 these bitchs

Miss em!

Say Shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me
Actually I'm in the grain 

ask Mr. Majesty
These casualties 

well they're passin me by
but I hear death callin 

when it's so cold in the room
who's stalling better come after me
We say fuck y'all
all in the battle we, battle we, battle we.

When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz cry

my eyes

Bizzy:
Yeah. Supervision.

If you look into my eyes. 

If you look into my eyes 

Tell me what you see

If you look into my eyes,

 tell me what you see:

See, they don understand me.

 Ive been through him, and him, and him, and then
come at m again. 

I know niggas that in the pen, 

and figgas for you and them.
Evil creepin on my people.

 Chances are slim. 

Be married to the music. 

Boom! Hit the stage,

 ready to die for it, 

cry for it. Cut the games.

 Many tried for it,
lied for it,

 get a catchy chorus and fly for it.

 Take orbit, 

let gravity be your fortress tonight. 

Elevate your brain, 

hold your heart and just sing, 

cause
gracefully we age through all the pain.

 Sentiments in rain. 

Evidence of it
heavenly fangs distained for my explanation I'm Cain. 

The fame was the sum of our money, changed

 and a murder, murder shame, 

with a pistol 

and a pissed-off

bang! 

Well, then let me finish 

with thug love. 

Im out to hit tha club

 with the bud and the track,

 in the mud. 

Keep the gun, it my first love.

Tell me what you see, 

you see ... 

If you look into my eyes.......

Supervision:
I making love to my music, my music. My music makes me high.
(Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)

I making love to my music,

 like my music my lady. 

Sippin on Brandi,
intoxicated. 

Humm into __. 

And i chillin with Krayzie, 

and we high off that Thai. 

My reason why, like R. Kelly, I believe I can fly. 

And plus, around me I
can see, my vision clouded.

 Premeditate m or bust, and please label me 'out
it, 'out it. 

As I collect my thoughts, 

take me a breath. 

God bless my homie
[______], 

he took one in the chest. 

And yes, but he still here to rap a
song, 

just another day. 

While ya bullshhhhh,

 crack the top on that Alize! 

Cause
we don play in this land of the loc, 

where brothers,

 they smoke trees up with dust, and see, they bleed. 

Then they plead. 

Cuase i on top, 

straight ballin
Makin love to my woman,

 but my music steady callin

 and never stallin 

But it comes to me, you should please let me have prophecy, yes, I make love to my

music.

 I makinlove ...

Krayzie:
I love music.

 Any kind of music, as long as it pumpin

to keep me thuggin 

self in check. 

Maintain the mentality

 I got 

to keep my composure, 

and music the perfect potion. 

When i coastin 

roll a blunt up, roll m up. 

Put some of them jams on. 

And, nigga, we zonein so put on some old school, 

homie, let hit the dance floor. 

Music really makes me happy. 

When i stressin mental hot, I put on some instrumentals. 

Stop, I think about what I done been through.

 I put it to paper, then put it to wax, and kick some facts, sit back and relax, 

now everything is all right.

 If it wasn for this music, 

i'd be dead, 

fuck a jail,
cause a nigga aint never goin back to that hell. 

Feel me. 

Kill me. 

And if it wasnt for the man upstairs blessing me with talent,

 like the average thug nigga, 

would I vanish? 

But this platinum got us niggas established. 

Got us living lavish. 

Apply yourself, 

survival tactics, nigga, 

and yall can have it.

Even though it stress and strain in the game, one thing I cant do is ...

Is
stop the music.

Supervision:
I making love to my music, my music. My music makes me high.
(Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)

Layzie:
Nigga, it don't stop, and it won't stop ause i just can't quit. This game be
runninthrough my veins with nothinbut platinum hits. And nigga it don't stop,
ause it won't stop, ause it just don't quit. This game be runninthrough my
veins with nothinbut platinum shit. Nigga I gotsta have it. It like automatic
rounds when I put this down. Constantly fuckin up instrumentals, you remember
that thuggish ruggish sound. You can feel the love goin through the speakers,

creepin livinlife on the deep end. Better believe you won catch me sleepin
put up a beat and I heat, dismiss the flames. Nigga, cut the games, me and my
music we sleep and eat together. We hop in the Benz, get off in the winds, and
we run the streets together. And we on a mission to stick up the industry full
throttle. Mo Thugs, mo money the motto, so, nigga, the slugs that I bring come
hollow. Nigga we can do this in the song, or nigga we can do this in person.
Whatever you do when you cross the gunline boss, little Lay'll be puttinhis
work in. ause me and my music, nigga, we don't take that shit. Nigga, put the
pen to the pad, get mad and I break that bitch. Nigga, it's just the thug in
me, mixed up with the indo and the OlE. When I drop this thugsta poetry, I
make all y'all know who the fuck I be, niggas!

Supervision:

I making love to my music, my music. My music makes me high.
(Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)

Soldiers In Tha Summer

Yeah

Limos

What

 My Head Hurts
I Been Pacing Around Slow

I Gave Ya Drugs
& Your Mother Doesnt Know

You Could Shoot Dope
Imma Smoke My Droe

Minutes Go By Seconds
& Tha Hours Go By Slow

Ive Been High
 Ive Been Down
On My Lows

If They Knew That
 Ah Motherfucker Know

Momma I Could Stay Right Here
 Look At Death In Tha Face
 & Ya Know I Dont Fear

I
I Could See Through Clear
 Clothes Real Sheer
Curses Her Out
When She Shed Tears

Making Impressions On My Piers
NightMare
 We Dont Fight Fair

But Its Nice
 We Could Make a Tight Pair

All Black Vans
Or My White Nike Airs

Yeah
& It Dont Matter What I Wear

Imma Kick My Shit
Lit Since Tha Blunt Lit (lit)

All Tha Soldiers
March Around in THa Summer

If I Love Her
 Imma Take Her Pride From Her

All Tha Soldiers
March Around in THa Summer

If I Love Her
 Imma Take Her Pride From Her

Yeah
& Imma Get It When Im Gone
  Imma Get It
 Imma Get It When Im Gone

Yeah
& Imma Get It When Im Gone
  Imma Get It
 Imma Get It When Im Gone

Hesitant
Anxious When I Leave
Nothing THat I Need
xCept Ah 1/2 On Tha Weed

Im ah Fall But
Ull Never See Me Leap

I Was 14
& Addicted To Speed

Yeah
& They Do Good Deeds
But THey Filled Up With Greed
MOTHAFUCKER DONT U SEE?

Lifes Cheap
& I Died
Last Week
 Cause They Run A Huge Fee

Imma Use Her
Before I Let Her Use Me

I Cant Sleep
But I Dont Count Sheep

Give Me Ambien,
2 Zanex,
Still Trippin,
But I'll Never Ever Stand Back

Bad Dreams
Lost Hope
Wake Up
& I Think I Need Dope

Cold Sweats
Head Full Of Regret
Be My Sistas
They Aint Seen Me Yet

All Tha Soldiers
March Around in THa Summer

If I Love Her
 Imma Take Her Pride From Her

All Tha Soldiers
March Around in THa Summer

If I Love Her
 Imma Take Her Pride From Her

Yeah
& Imma Get It When Im Gone
  Imma Get It
 Imma Get It When Im Gone

Yeah
& Imma Get It When Im Gone
  Imma Get It
 Imma Get It When Im Gone
...What ............. Limos

 - Rickey Hil: Soldiers In Tha Summer