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7A3
That’s How We’re Livin’ Lyrics

[ VERSE 1: Bret E.B. ]
Saw the homeboys from the days of delirium
’89 Benzes, guess who’s steerin em?
Hop into the ride, cold coolin with the crew
They’re puffin on the cheeba and guzzlin the brew
Doin 120 in the car lane
Girl in every lap, cause that’s the name of the game
Destination – come on, you know where we’re goin
Don’t get the wrong idea, nobody’s gigolo’in
We arrived, but what we did I cannot tell
Couldn’t play it on the air, cause it’s kinky as hell
When the boys come together, we do the wild thing
Birds and bees, birds sing as the bees sting
Screams of passion, voice is goin hoarse
Right in that butt with crazy force
In the morning take a shower, kiss the girl on the cheek
Slam the door shut as I enter the streets
That’s how I’m livin

Yo, that’s how I’m livin

[ VERSE 2: Bret E.B. ]
Always on the move since the age of the child
To keep my blood pumpin I live the wildstyle
Live, love and laugh from dawn to dust
Every day is a new day, to conquer is a must
Ask me any questions and I take the fifth
Not sayin where we been, or who we’re hangin with
My posse’s lurkin in the heat of the night
Look into the eyes and you never see fright
Treated like superstars, lifestyle bizarre
Ridin limos, and never drive a car
Ate seafood, hate burgers and fries
Then we trick a little, but I never tell lies
Wake up a 12 and hit the studio
Later on tonight we’ll be filmin the video
Pick up a check at the end of the day
And then I scoop up a lady, cause a man gotta play
That’s how I’m livin

Yo Muggs
Tell these muthaf**kas how we’re livin
( *Grandmixer Muggs cutting* )

For all the niggas chill in the east, you know what I’m sayin?

Brooklyn in effect

[ VERSE 3: Bret E.B. ]
Like The Enforcer named Frank Nitty
See the 3 on the marquee, cause we belong to the city
Caviar dreams, champagne wishes
Makin love to high class bitches
Take you how you want it, cause we are what we are
Makin millions, but on the faces no scars
You’re rollin with a posse, they seem to make you bolder
Talkin mess lookin over your shoulder
Don’t worry ’bout a thing, you won’t get snuffed
We pull a one-on-one and you get bumrushed
See, I live on the street, never carry a nine
Hit your heart and leave you staggerin like moonshine
Get ill as shit, shootin celo
Got so much money, think I’m sellin by the kilo
I ain’t with it, everybody sells drugs
Left it in the past, we’re educated thugs
Young (young) with an innocent look
Look at the cover, but never judge a book
Just 3, we don’t gangbang
Flip your heads and make your bells ring
So yo, Muggs, tell em what we’re givin
Cause this shit is over, man, cause this is how I’m livin

4LYN
Knukkohed Lyrics

Barrelminded, sorry baby that’s what I am.
A blindfolded fukker that just don’t give a damn.
Ignorant, bad vibes I got a lot.
Handsome, sorry baby that’s what I’m not!
Psychotic, on the edge of insanity.
Collidin’ with everyone that’s fukkin’ with me.
Attention! Boys and girls here I come.
Explodin’ 3 2 1, come and get some.
Chorus
Get outta, get outta, get outta my head!
Step outta, step outta, step outta ,my way!
Leave me, leave me, leave me alone!
My heart, my heart is made of stone!
(Get the fukk out!)
Unattractive at every hot spot.
Beautiful, sorry baby that’s what I’m not!
Blokkheaded, there is nothing I want to try.
Ignorant, that is how I live my whole life.
Attention! Boys and girls here I come.
Explodin’ 3 2 1, come and get some.
Chorus
Get outta, get outta, get outta my head!
Step outta, step outta, step outta ,my way!
Leave me, leave me, leave me alone!
My heart, my heart is made of stone!
(Get the fukk out!)
(Step out! Step out!)
So many of you made a joke about a boy like me.
What the hell did I do wrong?
(What the hell did I do wrong?)
You laughed and beat me up for fun.
But now I pay you back.
And no one laughs when I am done.

BIG SYKE
At Your Convenience Lyrics

*phone rings*
[Syke]: What’s up baby?, what you doing?
[Woman]: I’m just in the kitchen cooking you dinner
[Syke]: Hey?, you know what?, I ain’t even gon’ be able to make it
I got to take care ah some business
[Woman]: What, what the f**k is your problem?
I’m tired ah this shit, I can’t believ this shit…

Verse 1:
I was so in love with you
Did everything you want me too
Try my best to turn away
The temptation got ya here today
I really wanna let you go
But my mind and body’s telling me no
It’s at your convenience,
So I spend all my time waiting on you
It’s at your convenience
So I don’t know what to do,

Verse 2: Big Syke

Baby I’m bout my money and family and a woman that stands by me
So don’t get upset when you can’t find me
Don’t tie me down,
I’ll come around when my business is through,
I know you had plans and things for us to do but maybe you,
Think I’d rather be someplace maxin’
I’d rather be at your place relaxin’,
Can’t be no everyday quality time playa
I got bills and things to do so I’ll see ya later
Wit you it’s cool I’d be a fool not to get paid
Lay up under you and not pursue what needs to be made
Parlayin’ ain’t possible responsible for carryin’ the weight
Who you lookin’ at when the bills late, oh wait,
What about the trip you wanna take to the Bahamas
Ain’t gon’ be no trip wid all this drama
Ask your momma, about a man always around not wantin’ nothing,
Got to separate to get something,
It’s at whose convenience?

Chorus:

It’s at your convenience,
I spend all my time waiting on you
It’s at your convenience
And I don’t know what to do,
(2x)

Verse 3:

My girlfriends say I’m crazy
For wantin’ to have your baby
I tell ’em money’s not the issue
It’s all the time that I miss you
I wanna know why ya friends come before me
All the free time you get you ignore me
Breaking dates, you’re always late
You’re making my love turn into hate
Why does it have to be this way
I thought it was forever and a day
I want it all now

Verse 4:

So much trouble in the world baby
Can’t nobody feel my pain
The strain and pressure in life you had to sacrifice sometime,
To stay on point on a thin line,
Find the closest denominator to stay together
Whatever choice may be, I’m ready for whatever
Cause I slept alone and been alone many a nights
Wid no woman, why we argue over petty fights?
Alright I’m feelin’ what ya sayin’ okay,
Remember we did it in the Caddy on the highway
My way, I been used to for a long time
Souls are hard to combine, it takes time
Me and my homies have a bond and a plan
I’m your man, it’s just some things you don’t understand
Can we work it out and try to find a way?
Or never let it out and go our separate ways?…
I don’t know, huh-huh, but I can handle it baby….

Chorus (2x)

CRYSTAL SHAWANDA
I Need A Man Lyrics

I know I drive you crazy sometimes
I know I throw out words like they were knives
Real sharp knives

I know just how to push your buttons
Sometime I push them all at the same time
Just to mess with your mind

I need a man who will stand up to me when I wanna fight
I need a man who will hold on to me when I wanna cry
I need a man

Someone who just can’t wait
To take me home and love me good and strong
All night long

I need a man who wants to be more than just my friend
I need a man who aches for me again and again
And again and again and again
I need a man

I have misgiving and misconceptions
‘Til you love me just for who I am
Now I understand

I need a man
I need a man
I need a man who stands up to me when I wanna fight
I need a man who holds on to me when I wanna cry

I need a man
I need a man
I need a man
I need a man

CHRISTY MOORE
Biko Drum Lyrics

And they went home on an Easter road
On a silent night tryin’ not to show
Who goes where and who goes when
Thinkin’ some day soon they’ll get it back again

From the ghetto in Capetown to dig the gold
Little boy blue can’t be sold
Under tin roof and a plastic wall
Thinkin’ someday soon we’re goin’ to leave it all

And the renegades sing all the renegade songs
And the ones who know hope they’re doin’ wrong
The blacks and the coloreds play the Biko Drum
Listen to the Biko Drum

Transvaal Kids on a Transvaal day
Little by little the show the way
To a city of dreams and solid ground
Thinkin’ someday soon we’re gonna come around

Steve he’s livin’ in a prison cell
All the friends that know hope he’s doin’ well
Down here they listen to the Biko Drum
Down here they listen to the songs he sung

And the renegades sing all the renegade songs
And the ones who know hope they’re doin’ wrong
The blacks and the coloreds play the Biko Drum
Listen to the Biko Drum

Nelson listen to the people sing
Nelson Mandela the people’s king
Twenty-five years in a white man’s jail
Twenty-five years we couldn’t make him say

And the renegades sing all the renegade songs
And the ones who know hope they’re doin’ wrong
The blacks and the coloreds play the Biko Drum
Listen to the Biko Drum