Better Terms - DFC & M.C. Breed

No sense keeping my guard up You're in - past the blockade Accept terms of surrender You win - halt this crusade I love you anyway Do you really want to wait much longer? Are you certain that you don't belong here? You don't have to run from everything How much further do you want to wander? You aren't old, but you aren't getting younger You don't have to run from everything The end will be here sooner than you think Okay - thanks for the lecture Sue me - I'm not convinced Half truths - what makes you so sure? Hard pass - how long's it been? Since you really believed (Believed in this whole world) Since you really believed (Believed in this at all) Since you really believed (Believed in this whole world) Since you really believed (Believed in this at all) If the end comes today, I love you anyway Do you really want to wait much longer? Are you certain that you don't belong here? You don't have to run from everything How much further do you want to wander? You aren't old, but you aren't getting younger Come on darling, there's no harm in Giving up the cut and running We could have some fun if you could stay

Greed is on the lady It's on the bone Greed is on the lady oh It's time to fall Naked on the bedroom We died alone Breathing on my baby oh It's not my fault It's not the money It's not her fault Naked on the bedroom oh I should've known Oh my baby I've been a fool Now the sound of loving Is old and somehow gone And who said not to leave? Never known a boy to be so mean. Another soul lost in love Holding on and on Oh she lusts on me Not enough to last on love Oh greed got to me Holding on and on Its on the bottle Its on the cone Greed is in the waiting oh Waiting to fall Waiting in the bedroom I die alone Waiting on my baby oh It's not my fault It's not the honey Shes on her knees Naked in the bedroom oh I should've known Oh my baby I've been a fool Now the sound of loving Is old and somehow gone And who said not to leave? Never known a boy to be so mean. Another soul lost in love Holding on and on Oh she lusts on me Not enough to last on love Oh greed got to me Holding on and on.

If you want my love, then let's discuss the man you're required to be And if you tell me lies, you get three strikes, there's no coming back, boy, please If you look at her, consider bridges burned, you could call it petty, but see If you want a position, these are my terms and conditions, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, hello, hi How you doin' boy? Yeah, I'm doing fine Said you wanna be somethin' in my life Baby, are you sure you wanna cross that line? My girls gotta vet it (yeah) there's rules in place If you wanna play the games, then you don't get to stay My head is where my heart is, my heart is somewhere safe This is how it has to be, yeah Look at what they did to me None of those late nights crying alone 'Bout you like that (like that, like that) Exit strategy plan I ain't afraid of using, that's facts (that's facts) I ain't afraid to lose you, that's that (yeah) oh, oh, oh If you want my love, then let's discuss the man you're required to be And if you tell me lies, you get three strikes, there's no coming back, boy, please If you look at her, consider bridges burned, you could call it petty, but see If you want a position, these are my terms and conditions, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck around if you wanna see a magic trick One second I'm here, then poof, I'm gone You can think about it on the last train home Rest assured I ain't pressed, I ain't stressed about it Matter of fact, I'm in a dress about it Ice-cold with the step 'cause I iced you out of it You walking away and I like the sound of it This is how it has to be, yeah Look at what they did to me None of those late nights crying alone 'Bout you like that (like that, like that) Exit strategy plan I ain't afraid of using, that's facts (that's facts) I ain't afraid to lose you, that's that (yeah) oh, oh, oh If you want my love, then let's discuss the man you're required to be And if you tell me lies, you get three strikes, there's no coming back, boy, please If you look at her, consider bridges burned, you could call it petty, but see If you want a position, these are my terms and conditions, yeah, yeah, yeah (If you want my love) Huh, baby, if you want my love, oh (if you want, baby) Don't you lie, boy, bye-bye (if you look at her) Yeah, baby, if you look at her (oh) I won't say a word, no (oh) Don't you get it? I cut you off And I won't regret it, yeah, yeah If you want my love, then let's discuss the man you're required to be And if you tell me lies, you get three strikes, there's no coming back, boy, please If you look at her, consider bridges burned, you could call it petty, but see If you want a position, these are my terms and conditions, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, baby You could call it petty, but see If you-, huh Yeah, yeah, yeah Term and conditions, bitch, yeah Uh, if you want a position (want a position)

Big city lights, big city name Where the only thing you know is the dope-dealing game Makin' that money just as fast as you can And this pride is yours in bein' a dopeman Rollin' big cars and carryin' big knots Niggas pushin' Benzes with the drop-tops Bitches all around, all over the place Eyes open wide for a sap to chase They just lookin' for a fool to pay the rent But bitch, you're dead wrong, you won't get a cent Girlies out there, they don't know my name MC Breed and that's me and that's one and the same I went from pushin' ki's of pure d caine To writin' Def lyrics for the Underground Slang Money bustin' out my socks The U-n-d-e-r-ground Punk, don't make a sound DFC comin' through like, move 'Cause ain't shit for my posse to prove Poppin' caps don't matter, brain cells scatter We head away on a 20 feet ladder Free as a bird, time to pass go The posse break out, and T's drivin' real slow Lights start flashin' all in my face Red said, "Fuck it," and began to race Went 20 miles up, ridin' through T looked at me, said, peep the gas tank To hell with it, pull on the side of the road "Get our of your jeep", man, you are cold I yelled out the roof, "Fuck you hoes" We paid 20 grand for bullet-proof windows 2 ounces of dope in my fix-a-flat 2 rounds of ammo for my personal gat Killed a 8 Ball, I'm ready to go The sounds of flashing nine made my blood flow Jumped on the roof and sprayed the beam light 20 dead cops who ain't nothin' nice People don't know us and they call us a gang But we fo' raw niggas from the Underground Slang The Underground Slang Man, cold 40s, man Lay back, you know 'm sayin'? Some of these girlies out there, you know 'm sayin'? The homie Red, you know 'm sayin'? Cash T, Technology, me MC Breed The whole DFC posse, you know 'm sayin'? Standin' for the 'Dope Force Connection Peace

Eh yo! creep with the t double-e from flint This crazy mother fucker that's always been Fuckin' up as i bust shots and lots of clips And, breakin' these niggaz down fo' they shit See, i give a fuck about a bitch, switch Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch Which, won't take too much time So this stupid mother fucker can't drop the dime I'm, back to the street (With what nigga) With gangster shit and dope beats T double-e's fin to get my cash on So i get my blast on Grab my clip and dash home So it's on in the city where i slide Forget about the troubles and get nine to five and get high Chillin' with the dfc And i got nineteen niggaz behind me Ready to get busy Who is he I'm making it plain So you stupid mother fuckers won't forget my name It's like, murder, murder, and movin' up on my hits And always keep a nine up on my side and fuck that bullshit Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch Peep, i'm representin' to you, snipin' My nigga tee don't give no fuck about a fight It's the one, two, three, ghetto life sound Boom, boom, boom, they all fall down Now here's a little story about a nigga on the run Never leaves the pound without packing a gun Paranoid, unemployed, but making bank Strapped, standing up on the corner slangin' dank It's the dfc, in the c-i-t, y F-l-i-n-t, i Take these niggaz on the warpath Poppin' em, stoppin' em, drop em in the bloodbath Niggaz got to clown So, every since i got back i've been puttin' it down And straight fuckin' up shit And it don't quit Now i'm the mother fucker tellin' you to get to dig beyyatch! This is fo the husler's yo Capone with the light skin, tone with the flow Here we go, check one, two with this Dick in yo mouth as we do it like this beyyatch! Straight bumpin' in the '68 chevrolet impala Bitches wanna follow, swallow Deez mother fucking nuts! Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) I'm starin' at the corner in my room at night I picks up the pen so i make my shit tight And i write, daily to keep my rhymes dope And big man's think that can hang when i quote Choke ho's as i cough those with lots of dick To, let 'em know i'm down fo my shit Yo ho, ass i might blast But first i want yo cash Then yo bitch, no switch What it is, twitch No i don't want yo bitch Cuz bitches ain't shit But mother fucking ho's and tricks Roll where the streets meet at Where hood meets hood, with bat 'n strap Ready to peel a cap and rat tat tat tat goes the nine In the c-i-t-y where i slide I break a mother fucker when i gots to With my glock too Many niggaz ball and make it hot To stop, and grab your cock and pop And do the wok We cop thirty six and slang dope on our block And keep a down bitch in yo corner And if you disrespect then fuck nigga you's a gonna Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)