Aw yeah, word up, word to mother.
Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all
We going to swing this like this...
I'm right in front of my front steps thinking of a plan
Looking like Raggedy Ann, no dough in hand, kicking a can
Thinking of a plot to pull some bank in
Because I'm dead and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is shrinking
Who's that with you, chick? Bill Blass my sidekick
What's up, black? Give his hand a smack
Then up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to this other section
Of town where the clowns there be paying for protection
They want us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money, next you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up short cause he snorts
He owes some Benjamin Franklins, every last bit of em
But Jimmy's pockets are empty, so now we gotta get rid of him
But Jimmy's wife is with him and they don't want to involve her
Blass, you distract him while I go and whack him
Entered through the back side of the bar and then attacked him
He's screaming for his life, reaching for his wife
Shot him in the back of the head and shanked him with a knife
And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
So I got to get with the business and hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick slick
Hold it right there, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Hit the deck, I got the Tec right on your neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveler's check
But if a vic' tries to choke me
I'll have to smoke him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good journey
Don't even try begging for your life, that don't concern me
So to the next weasel that freezes
Your begging and your pleases only getting ya closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck
Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a ****
Hyper as a sniper piping *****s like a plumber
Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the numbers
Or even a bigger score, the lady in the liquor store
Go inside then kick in the door, pull her then I'm stickin her for
Money or your life, honey hurry and choose
But you lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
Extra extra read all about it in the papers
The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
Get us, but none of them did us, he must be trying to kid us
But that's dead, I'll thank God in the red, 'cross the bread borders
So nobody can short us, he fled down to headquarters
Ready to put some work in, we're not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two
But yo, the man can't even stick me with some Krazy Glue
Ready to tore him even more because she saw him
We took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door in
What's up snake, why'd you violate?
They called him a chazer (What's that?)
Yo, that's a pig that don't fly straight
Getting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye
You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down
But you lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:02.14]Aw yeah, word up, word to mother.
[00:05.32]Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all
[00:07.90]We going to swing this like this...
[00:10.80]I'm right in front of my front steps thinking of a plan
[00:13.29]Looking like Raggedy Ann, no dough in hand, kicking a can
[00:16.17]Thinking of a plot to pull some bank in
[00:18.20]Because I'm dead and stinking
[00:19.43]Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is shrinking
[00:24.32]Who's that with you, chick? Bill Blass my sidekick
[00:27.05]What's up, black? Give his hand a smack
[00:29.52]Then up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
[00:34.89]Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
[00:38.14]The drove us down to this other section
[00:40.32]Of town where the clowns there be paying for protection
[00:43.07]They want us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender
[00:45.78]Lend a friend the money, next you're ripping off his car fenders
[00:49.00]He's coming up short cause he snorts
[00:53.81]He owes some Benjamin Franklins, every last bit of em
[00:56.40]But Jimmy's pockets are empty, so now we gotta get rid of him
[00:59.20]But Jimmy's wife is with him and they don't want to involve her
[01:04.56]Blass, you distract him while I go and whack him
[01:07.23]Entered through the back side of the bar and then attacked him
[01:09.86]He's screaming for his life, reaching for his wife
[01:12.45]Shot him in the back of the head and shanked him with a knife
[01:15.30]And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues
[01:18.01]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[01:20.61]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[01:23.40]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[01:26.17]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[01:28.70]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[01:36.98]So I got to get with the business and hit quick
[01:39.62]Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick slick
[01:42.40]Hold it right there, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
[01:47.97]Hit the deck, I got the Tec right on your neck
[01:50.25]And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveler's check
[01:53.32]But if a vic' tries to choke me
[01:55.37]I'll have to smoke him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie
[01:58.39]Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good journey
[02:01.02]Don't even try begging for your life, that don't concern me
[02:03.78]So to the next weasel that freezes
[02:05.75]Your begging and your pleases only getting ya closer to meeting Jesus
[02:09.13]Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck
[02:11.31]Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a ****
[02:14.56]Hyper as a sniper piping *****s like a plumber
[02:17.15]Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the numbers
[02:19.89]Or even a bigger score, the lady in the liquor store
[02:22.77]Go inside then kick in the door, pull her then I'm stickin her for
[02:25.50]Money or your life, honey hurry and choose
[02:27.62]But you lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues
[02:30.59]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[02:33.20]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[02:35.77]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[02:38.40]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[02:41.45]Extra extra read all about it in the papers
[02:44.03]The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
[02:49.36]Get us, but none of them did us, he must be trying to kid us
[02:52.08]But that's dead, I'll thank God in the red, 'cross the bread borders
[02:55.09]So nobody can short us, he fled down to headquarters
[02:57.81]Ready to put some work in, we're not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two
[03:00.40]But yo, the man can't even stick me with some Krazy Glue
[03:03.14]Ready to tore him even more because she saw him
[03:05.66]We took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door in
[03:08.54]What's up snake, why'd you violate?
[03:10.47]They called him a chazer (What's that?)
[03:11.95]Yo, that's a pig that don't fly straight
[03:13.86]Getting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
[03:16.47]Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye
[03:19.12]You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go
[03:21.79]We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
[03:24.59]Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
[03:27.39]Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down
[03:32.36]But you lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues
[03:35.25]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[03:37.71]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[03:40.51]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[03:43.12]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
Aw yeah, word up, word to mother.
Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all
We going to swing this like this...
I'm right in front of my front steps thinking of a plan
Looking like Raggedy Ann, no dough in hand, kicking a can
Thinking of a plot to pull some bank in
Because I'm dead and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is shrinking
Who's that with you, chick? Bill Blass my sidekick
What's up, black? Give his hand a smack
Then up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to this other section
Of town where the clowns there be paying for protection
They want us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money, next you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up short cause he snorts
He owes some Benjamin Franklins, every last bit of em
But Jimmy's pockets are empty, so now we gotta get rid of him
But Jimmy's wife is with him and they don't want to involve her
Blass, you distract him while I go and whack him
Entered through the back side of the bar and then attacked him
He's screaming for his life, reaching for his wife
Shot him in the back of the head and shanked him with a knife
And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
So I got to get with the business and hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick slick
Hold it right there, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Hit the deck, I got the Tec right on your neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveler's check
But if a vic' tries to choke me
I'll have to smoke him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good journey
Don't even try begging for your life, that don't concern me
So to the next weasel that freezes
Your begging and your pleases only getting ya closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck
Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a ****
Hyper as a sniper piping *****s like a plumber
Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the numbers
Or even a bigger score, the lady in the liquor store
Go inside then kick in the door, pull her then I'm stickin her for
Money or your life, honey hurry and choose
But you lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
Extra extra read all about it in the papers
The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
Get us, but none of them did us, he must be trying to kid us
But that's dead, I'll thank God in the red, 'cross the bread borders
So nobody can short us, he fled down to headquarters
Ready to put some work in, we're not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two
But yo, the man can't even stick me with some Krazy Glue
Ready to tore him even more because she saw him
We took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door in
What's up snake, why'd you violate?
They called him a chazer (What's that?)
Yo, that's a pig that don't fly straight
Getting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye
You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down
But you lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:02.14]Aw yeah, word up, word to mother.
[00:05.32]Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all
[00:07.90]We going to swing this like this...
[00:10.80]I'm right in front of my front steps thinking of a plan
[00:13.29]Looking like Raggedy Ann, no dough in hand, kicking a can
[00:16.17]Thinking of a plot to pull some bank in
[00:18.20]Because I'm dead and stinking
[00:19.43]Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is shrinking
[00:24.32]Who's that with you, chick? Bill Blass my sidekick
[00:27.05]What's up, black? Give his hand a smack
[00:29.52]Then up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
[00:34.89]Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
[00:38.14]The drove us down to this other section
[00:40.32]Of town where the clowns there be paying for protection
[00:43.07]They want us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender
[00:45.78]Lend a friend the money, next you're ripping off his car fenders
[00:49.00]He's coming up short cause he snorts
[00:53.81]He owes some Benjamin Franklins, every last bit of em
[00:56.40]But Jimmy's pockets are empty, so now we gotta get rid of him
[00:59.20]But Jimmy's wife is with him and they don't want to involve her
[01:04.56]Blass, you distract him while I go and whack him
[01:07.23]Entered through the back side of the bar and then attacked him
[01:09.86]He's screaming for his life, reaching for his wife
[01:12.45]Shot him in the back of the head and shanked him with a knife
[01:15.30]And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues
[01:18.01]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[01:20.61]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[01:23.40]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[01:26.17]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[01:28.70]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[01:36.98]So I got to get with the business and hit quick
[01:39.62]Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick slick
[01:42.40]Hold it right there, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
[01:47.97]Hit the deck, I got the Tec right on your neck
[01:50.25]And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveler's check
[01:53.32]But if a vic' tries to choke me
[01:55.37]I'll have to smoke him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie
[01:58.39]Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good journey
[02:01.02]Don't even try begging for your life, that don't concern me
[02:03.78]So to the next weasel that freezes
[02:05.75]Your begging and your pleases only getting ya closer to meeting Jesus
[02:09.13]Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck
[02:11.31]Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a ****
[02:14.56]Hyper as a sniper piping *****s like a plumber
[02:17.15]Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the numbers
[02:19.89]Or even a bigger score, the lady in the liquor store
[02:22.77]Go inside then kick in the door, pull her then I'm stickin her for
[02:25.50]Money or your life, honey hurry and choose
[02:27.62]But you lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues
[02:30.59]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[02:33.20]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[02:35.77]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[02:38.40]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[02:41.45]Extra extra read all about it in the papers
[02:44.03]The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
[02:49.36]Get us, but none of them did us, he must be trying to kid us
[02:52.08]But that's dead, I'll thank God in the red, 'cross the bread borders
[02:55.09]So nobody can short us, he fled down to headquarters
[02:57.81]Ready to put some work in, we're not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two
[03:00.40]But yo, the man can't even stick me with some Krazy Glue
[03:03.14]Ready to tore him even more because she saw him
[03:05.66]We took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door in
[03:08.54]What's up snake, why'd you violate?
[03:10.47]They called him a chazer (What's that?)
[03:11.95]Yo, that's a pig that don't fly straight
[03:13.86]Getting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
[03:16.47]Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye
[03:19.12]You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go
[03:21.79]We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
[03:24.59]Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
[03:27.39]Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down
[03:32.36]But you lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues
[03:35.25]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[03:37.71]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[03:40.51]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
[03:43.12]You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues
"Voices Of The Voiceless"
(with Immortal Technique)
From West 10 to the West Bank,
I write righteous rhymes with my right and wrestle the devil with ...
Aw yeah, word up, word to mother.
Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all
We going to swing this like this...
I'm right in front of my front steps th...
baila me (gipsy kings)
Cuando sei maria dolores
Cuando sei quei mal d'amore
Cuando sei quei mal a su vera
Cuando sei me va al dottore
Baila baila bail...
Standing in the rain
Thinking of a way
To keep these feelings inside
Walk away from here
Before the words appear
I will be silent
I hide behind the wa...
Fear of the sacred
We're blurring lines between the real and the fake here.
And so I scream, "Return to me.
Return to me. Return to me."
Fear of the s...