lyfe: November 2012

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Lyrics To The Song “Game Tyme” From The Album “Rythmic African Poetry” By Point One And Writen By Justin David Myers (Ascap)

“

(Lead In)

Lace Up Ya Boots, In Ya Coup , Sa – Woop And Get Stupid,

Three Minutes To Touch Down, Its Game Tyme And We Do This,

32 On My Pinky My Nigga Im A Act Foolish,

This Key Around My Neck Is Sayin’,

This Playas On Some True Shiv,

(Chorus)

Open Up Your Doors,

So Let A Killa In

He’ll Protect Your Wife

But He Wont Let You Live

Now That’s Just How It Is

See I Wont Knock Again

Tre’,Point’s,Duce,Uno

Clocks Tickin’ I Begin

(Verse 1)

Suited Up, Booted Tough, Drank It Down

Threw It Up, Took A Puff, Hit The Clubs

Lights Off, Lets Touch

What You Want, Something Rough

Allways Clean, Call It Dubb

Put Your Mortgage ‘Round My Neck

Just So I Can Say I Done,

And I A’int Stopping For No Other Sucka

God Is Great

The Devil Is A Mother Funka

Youll Find Me Playing On The Corner With The Other Brother

Counting Bread From Your Women

Serving Hella Cluckas

(Break In Beat)

Let Me Let You In On Something

One’s, Five’s, Mostly Hundreds

If It Isnt About Money Then It Really Aint ‘Bout Nothing

These Other Artists Bluffing

There Just Tryina Twist You Up

I Cut My Ear Now Im Known

Strictly As Picasso’s Cuz

May Be Blood, Could Be Cuz

East Coast Or West Love

South Side Or Norte’

We All Throwin The Turf Up

It’s All Game, Cash Pays

Sounds Same, In All Ways

From Them High School Drop Outs

To Project Hall Ways

What Your Name, Whats Your Age

Hows Your Credit

We Gon’ Crunk

I Aint Got No Tyme For B-S

Do You Really Wanna Suck

Its All Love For A Playa

When He’s Counting Major Buck’s

See Im A Act Broke

No Seconds For These Sluts

(Break)

Gamen,

Just Sayin’ We Playin’ Im Takin’

Then Makin’ And Pushin’ To Countin’ With Savin’

Rapping The Bacon, No Wasten’ Stop Hatin’

You Vegan Style Bustars Need To Start Collaborating

Hold Up….

I Don’t Pocket Lint About All Yall,

You Don’t Like Me,

That’s Your Own Devil, Dog Damn Fault,

You Can Look Me In The Eyes And See Its Role Call Paw

You All Guppies

Im A Shark

Open Up My Jaws

(Chorus)

Open Up Your Doors

So Let A Killa In

He’ll Protect Your Wife,

But He Wont Let You Live,

Now That’s Just How It Is,

See I Wont Knock Again,

Tre’, Point’s, Duce, Uno,

Clocks Tickin’ , Im A End”

(Exit)

Lyrics To The Song “Divorced” By Point One From The Album “Rythmic African Poetry” Written By Justin David Myers (Ascap) Published By Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap) ©2012

“

(Women Vocal)

I Was Told I Couldn’t Do It So I Picked Up A Pen

Let The Beat Speak To Me, So My Lyrics Begin

Lyke The White And Yellow Lynes On The Freeway Im In

Ill Never Be Done And Never Get Out

That’s How It Is…

She Said That She Loves Me

All ‘Bout How She Needs Me

And That She Wants Me

Sleep And Touch Me

Breathin’ And Creepin’ Softly

Swearin’ That It’ll Cost

Pay It Or She Gone Rob Me

Help Me Or Double Cross Me

Its All The Same To A Boss B.

Never Seen Me Before But Still I Got Her In Awe

Something ‘Bout The Playa Fashion

And The Words Out My Jaws

Plus Her Eyes And Hips Got Me Hit

In The Club

As She Dance And She Shakes To The Kicks

Sing It For Me Baby

(Women Vocal)

Now That Thing That You Do Gave Me Goose Bumps

So Let Me Hear You Hit It One More Tyme Love

(Women Vocal)

Now I Never Meant To Be Rude Or Hurt Your Feelings

But Im Out Here Tryina Hustle Just To Stack A Million

Wheelin And Dealin’ With Killas

Who Can Make A Good Living

Underneath The Street Lights

Where You Don’t Leave Your Children

Word Up

So When I Don’t Come Home At Night

And You Textin Me Stressin Me

I Don’t Wana Fight

Just Want To Live My Life

Peacefully

Without Beef

Just Come Here Baby

And Kiss Me On

The Cheek

Real Talk

(Women Vocal)

Now That’s All I Ever Really Wana Hear From Ya’

All The Physical Emotions Got Me Boy Wonder

Lyke Thunder,

When You Wake Me Up At Midnight

Talking Bout You Want To Love Tell The Day Light

And Im Down

So Come Round

And Take A Niggas Hand

Points The Man

To Lace Ya Body Quick With Sand

Have You Dreamin And Speakin Like You From Other Lands

All Ways Down To Do What Ever

Only Understand

Im Not Ya Man Baby…

(Female Vocal)

I Never Knew It Would Get This Deep

And To God

I Don’t Want To See You Tear Your Cheek

I Could Hold Ya Hand Be Your Friend

Not Ya Man

I Hope You Understand

Its Not In My Plan

That’s Why Im Damned

I Don’t Feel I Give You What You Need,

Or You Deserve,

You’s A Princess In Street Clothes

That’s My Word

And My Whole Life Ive Been A Dog

Lookin For A Bone

No Home, So I Roam, Im Gone

(Female Vocal)

I Cry Now Cuz I Love Ya

Allways Want A Touch Ya

See Your Face When I Wake Up

With Or With Out Make Up

Your Smile When You Sleep Tough

That’s What I Dream Of..

One Thing Love..

I Can Only Think Of….”

(Women Vocal)

Lyrics To The Song “Money Dreams” By Point One From The Album “Rythmic African Poetry” Written By Justin David Myers (Ascap) Published By Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap) ©2012

“You Ready For This Now-----

(Chorus)

Ill Turn An Ounce Into A Quarter Keeka,

Kee-ka,

Make A Million Off These Girls And Strippers,

We Does,

Smell Like Money, louis Vuitton,

Sneakers,

Sneak Us,

You’ll End Up Getting Popped, Body Left In Bleachers,

Bleach It,

(Intro)

You Don’t Know Me,

Aint Met Me,

Don’t Test Me,

Not A Friend And Associate’s My Best Lesson,

If I Havent Seen The Cred’s, Then You Could Be The Fed’s,

I Already Lost One Crib To The Dope Game,

Your Dead,

(Bridge)

Your Dead,

Cant See No Games I Set These Traps For Rats,

These Two Strikes Aint Gonna Hold Me Back

If Comes To That,

And That’s The Truth, When In The Booth,

Im Only Shooting Facts,

Did Too Much Tyme To Play Atari With These Snitching Cats,

(Verse uno)

Im On The Grynd Daily,

Breaking P’S Down,

Maybe ?

Still On Parole,

The Commissioner And Board Hates Me,

That’s Why Im Still Weighing,

Triple Beam And Digi’ Scaling,

Point One To A Sixteenth,

From Ten To Big Facing,

Im Your Mason,

Got The Stones If You Wanna Taste It,

Don’t Waste It,

Cuz The Comeback Is Just So Amazing,

Ive Been Known To Shoot A Deal On A Rare Occasion,

Once In A Lyfe Tyme Player,

So You Gon’ Need To Take It,

(Chours)

Ill Turn An Ounce Into A Quarter Keeka,

Kee-ka,

Make A Million Off These Girls And Strippers,

We Does,

Smell Like Money, louis Vuitton,

Sneakers,

Sneak Us,

You’ll End Up Getting Popped, Body Left In Bleachers,

Bleach It,

(Bridge)

Your Dead,

Cant See No Games I Set These Traps For Rats,

These Two Strikes Aint Gonna Hold Me Back

If Comes To That,

And That’s The Truth, When In The Booth,

Im Only Shooting Facts,

Did Too Much Tyme To Play Saga With All These Snitching Cats,

( Verse Two)

I’ve Witnessed Allot Of Lie’s In The Game,

These Money Dreams,

Im Only Living ,Money Reality,

I Got A Nine To Five Hustle Pushin’ Crystiline Speed,

Im Not A Boss,

But Al Capone Speaks And Lives Thru Me,

Get That Game Tight,

Step Your Game Up,

Keep That Thang Tucked,

Tare The Scale,

Weigh It Out Cuz,

Get A Fast Buck,

Have A Couple Job’s To Wash Your Money,

Cuz The Task Watch,

Pay The I-R-S And The Judge Off Case You Get Caught,

(Chorus)

Ill Turn An Ounce Into A Quarter Keeka,

Kee-ka,

Make A Million Off These Girls And Strippers,

We Does,

Smell Like Money, louis Vuitton,

Sneakers,

Sneak Us,

You’ll End Up Getting Popped, Body Left In Bleachers,

Bleach It,

(Bridge)

Your Done,

Cant See No Games I Set These Traps For Rats,

My Two Strikes Will Never Hold Me Back

It Comes To That,

And That’s The Truth, When In The Booth,

Im Only Shooting Facts,

Did Too Much Tyme To Play Station With All These Snitching Cats,

(Outro)

Ha Ha,

Yeah,

1 More Tyme Right !! ,

You Asked For It…..,

Ha Ha”

(End)

Lyrics To The Song “Real Talk(Posted On The Block)” By Point One From The Album “Rythmic African Poetry” Written By Justin David Myers (Ascap)In 2006, Published By Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap) ©2012

Lyrics To The Song “Real Talk(Posted On The Block)” By Point One From The Album “Rythmic African Poetry” Written By Justin David Myers (Ascap)In 2006, Published By Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap) ©2012

(Chorus)

“Posted On This Block With The Hustlers And Killas Real Talk,

Where We Wheel And Deal To Make Money,

Stack Figga’s, Real Rock’s,

Nigga’s Start Out Poppen Bustars,

Suckas End In Bodies Dropped,

We On The Street So When The Police Knock Us,

Its Real Rough,

Not Slippin On This Grip Homie,

We Gon’ Keep Our Heads High,

Where Every Partner Lives Suicidal,

Or They Night Ryde,

We Stay Speakin’ On This Paper,

Or Emotions Laughen,

Cuz The Pain We Stays, Hear’s Feel’s Treal,

And Speak Real Talk

(Verse 1)

We Was Sixteen As Niggas Trapped In The Street,

Try To Look To God,

Say That We Steady Pushin’ Servin’ That D,

On The Streets As Young Playa’s,

We Had Our Hand Steady Holdin’ A Piece,

Looks Deceive,

Under Age Ten Livin’ Lyfe,

Trappin’ With Real G’S,

Playin’ Bone’s With Fellons, And Ex Con’s,

Grew Up Lookin’ Up To Them Thugs,

Flat Lyne’s In The Emergency Room, Is ‘Bout All We Knew That Lyfe Was,

Look Up At The Sky,

Realize All The Cry’s,

It Hurts Inside,

Momma Im,

Sorry I,

Homicide,

While The Base Hit’s,

Tweeter’s Kick,

And All Our Green Split’s,

Smoke It Up!!!!

(Verse 2)

Peaople Bout To Die,

So Prey To God To Stay Alive,

Six Feet Deep Under Dirt,

In A Casket,

Is Where We Arrive,

Tear’s Fallin’ Down All Our Eye’s,

We Hide Um Cuz All The Cry’s,

Here’s The Cry’s Of Lyfe,

Another Street Soldier Done Payed The Price,

Currency Wrapped In Rubber Bands,

A Hundred Grand Leaves Sweaty Palms,

Lyfe Incarceration’s What Were Facin’,

Use To Been A Dubb,

The D-A’S Hatin’,

Fuck Probation,

Shorty Could Have Been The,

Perfect Picture Of Perfection,

Through All The Liquor Drunkin’ Out,

And The Pain In All Our Direction,

(Bridge)

Now Look Main,

Lyfe Aint This Mother Fuckin’ Good,

You Need To Change Your Shit,

Through All The Murders,

Through All The Drugs,

Through Everything You’ve Been Thru,

It Aint As Important As Your Family And Your Lyfe Is Man,

Cuz One Day,

You Gonna End Up Getting Put In The Ground,

And You Gonna Be Looking Up From That Casket,

And You Gonna Say Damn!!!,

How’d The Fuck I Get Here,

And You Gonna Be Looking Down From The Clouds,

And You Gonna Be Saying,

Damn Nigga You Should Have Changed Your Lyfe When You Heard That Shit,

So Stop Playing Main,

Change That Shit,

It Aint As Important As You Think It Is,

Or You Can Just Go Get You A Gun And Shut The Fuck Up!!!!

(Chorus)

Posted On This Block With The Hustlers And Killas Real Talk,

Where We Wheel And Deal To Make Money,

Stack Figga’s, Real Rock’s,

Nigga’s Start Out Poppen Bustars,

Suckas End In Bodies Dropped,

We On The Street So When The Police Knock Us,

Its Real Rough,

Not Slippin On This Grip Homie,

We Gon’ Keep Our Heads High,

Where Every Partner Lives Suicidal,

Or They Night Ryde,

We Stay Speakin’ On This Paper,

Or Emotions Laughen,

Cuz The Pain We Stays, Hear’s Feel’s Treal,

And Speak Real Talk…..

(Outro)

Posted On This Block,

Posted,

Posted On This Block,

Posted,

Posted On This Block,

Posted,

Posted On This Block,

Posted,

Posted On This Block,

Posted,

Posted On This Block,

Posted,

Posted On This Block,

It’s Real Talk!!!!!!”

-----End-----

Lyrics To The Song “BallStreet” By Point One From The Album “Rythmic African Poetry” Written By Justin David Myers (Ascap)In 2006, Published By Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap) ©2012

“

(Chorus)

Im Never Stopin’

Congratulated

By Suckas That Hate It,

Stayin Faded

Whyle Getting’ Payment,

Grppin’ Mic’s On These Stages,

Livin’ These Triple Beam Dream’s,

Wearin’ Army Fatigues ,

Sleave’s

Is Rolled Up Clean,

Puttin’ Bustars At Ease,

Sceams

Collectin’ Mass Green,

Only Sleep In The Street,

Wake Up To Push More D,

So My Fiend’s Are At Ease,

Price And Quality Meet, As Im

Whippin’ The Cream,

Then Cook It Up And Bag It Up,

Tell Your Askin’ Me Please,-

(Verse 1)

Im That Nigga On The Corner With The Street Lights,

Bag It Up And Push It Out,

You Don’t Have To Ask Twice,

Lay A Marker Down,

Any Tyme,

If They Don’t Act Right,

This Is Fed Tyme,

So If We Slip,

Ice I’ll Ketch Lyfe,

Never Been A Broke Playa’

Subject To The Fast Lyfe,

Yellow Lynes,

High Speeds,

Tell They Flashing Red Lights,

Listen To The Led Pipes,

Peep The Sound A Trunk Bang,

Now We At The Trap Spot,

Breakin Down The Whole Thang,

!!! Holla At Me!!!

Known As Your Man,

If You Need It,

Then Im A Get It,

One Phone Call I’ll Bring

All The Thing’s,

In Your Dreams Are Permittin’,

Sittin’ And Watchin’ Berrys Kick It,

Call’d Ana Nichole Smith’in

Half These Girlies Want Dope,

Quick To Give You The Kittin’

Pimpin’ And Baking A Biscuit,

Devilish Hot In The Kitchen,

But Im Still Whiskin’ And Pinchin’,

When Profit Is All That’s Given,

Never Worry About Sinnin’,

Heard God Is All For Givin’,

So Im Cookin It Up,

Untell That Stuffs Finger Lickin’,

(Chorus)

Im Never Stopin’

Congratulated By Suckas That Hate It,

Stayin Faded Whyle Getting’ Payment,

Grppin’ Mic’s On These Stages,

Livin’ These Triple Beam Dream’s,

Wearin’ Army Fatigues ,

Sleave’s Is Rolled Up Clean,

Puttin’ Bustars At Ease,

Sceams Collectin’ Mass Green,

Only Sleep In The Street,

Wake Up To Push More D,

So My Fiend’s Are At Ease,

Price And Quality Meet,

As Im

Whippin’ The Cream,

Then Cook It Up And Bag It Up,

Tell Your Askin’ Me Please,-

(Verse Two)

Paroles Got Me,

But They Aint Bout To Stop Me,

I Been Doin’ It Lyke Robbery,

Never Quittin’ Tell They Pop Me,

Most The Judges Getting’ Salty,

Cuz My Lawyers Called Rocky,

Doesn’t Matter How Old,

He’s A Knock Um Out Softly,

They Took A House From Me,

But I See Me Gettin’ Back,

And I Don’t See The Price ,

Eye’s A Stay Blind To Dat,

Never Did

Really Care What You Think About A Mac,

Four Years

In The Pen

As A Youth Taught Me That…

(Chorus)

Im Never Stopin’

Congratulated

By Suckas That Hate It,

Stayin Faded

Whyle Getting’ Payment,

Grppin’ Mic’s On These Stages,

Livin’ These Triple Beam Dream’s,

Wearin’ Army Fatigues ,

Sleave’s Is Rolled Up Clean,

Puttin’ Bustars At Ease,

Sceams

Collectin’ Mass Green,

Only Sleep In The Street,

Wake Up To Push More D,

So My Fiend’s Are At Ease,

Price

And Quality Meet, As Im

Whippin’ The Cream,

Then Cook It Up And Bag It Up,

Tell Your Askin’ Me Please,-

Im Never Stopin’

Congratulated

By Suckas That Hate It,

Stayin Faded

Whyle Getting’ Payment,

Grppin’ Mic’s On These Stages,

Livin’ These Triple Beam Dream’s,

Wearin’ Army Fatigues ,

Sleave’s Is Rolled Up Clean,

Puttin’ Bustars At Ease,

Sceams Collectin’ Mass Green,

Only Sleep In The Street,

Wake Up To Push More D,

So My Fiend’s Are At Ease,

Price And Quality Meet, As Im

Whippin’ The Cream,

Then Cook It Up And Bag It Up,

Tell Your Askin’ Me Please,-

Nigga-----

(Laughing)”

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