Up Hill - Ian Post

[B-real] Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood Who's up to no good, and wishes a man would Come up and give him a reason to blast on. I wouldn't put it past him! He's got juice, how long will it last him? He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him Ask him (hey!) what's ya main hobby? He'll say there ain't, nothin like the motherfuckin robbery So don't crowd me, cause yo I run shit You know, homey that old top gun shit I got a slug comin straight out the barrel For your ass, if you wanna ask a dumb question Cause I'm quick on the draw, click-click, punks drop Now your lifes ain't worth shit! Chorus: b-real, sen dog (repeat 2x) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (shoot 'em up!) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (shoot 'em up!) [Sen dog] Sen dog, never again will I bend No letters of death, no threats, will I send So I'm puttin an end, to all your dumb shit (Dumb shit) dumb shit. that, homes where you from? shit Cause I run shit, my way, all day, I don't play Cause it won't pay Niggaz wanna play with the pistol, you make me get pissed though (You get a fistful!) Make you eat knuckles, feel your knees buckle Still feelin great when you're sleepin on the pavement? Save it! the beatdown, who gave it? Sen did, no one will explain it Chorus [B-real] I've had it up to here, with all the bullshit Finger's on the trigger, and I'm about to pull it Gank hardrock, up the block, you know I rule it To the punks around the corner someone's gonna catch a bullet To the crew, that wants, to get with my program I'm out to get mine, and ain't takin shit from no man In the neighborhood, cause there ain't no brotherhood In other words, good, if you heard, that we're comin up We're out to make a quick buck, that's what I'm thinkin And I'm smokin any punk who even thinks of finkin Chorus

It doesn't hurt me (ye-yeah, yeah, yo) Do you wanna feel how it feels? (Ye-yeah, yeah, yo) Do you wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me? (Ye-yeah, yeah, yo) Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm making? (Ye-yeah, yeah, yo) You It's you and me And if I only could I'd make a deal with God And I'd get him to swap our places Be running up that road Be running up that hill Be running up that building If I only could, oh-ooh You don't wanna hurt me (ye-yeah, yeah, yo) But see how deep the feeling lies (ye-yeah, yeah, yo) Unaware, I'm tearing you asunder (ye-yeah, yeah, yo) Oh, there is thunder in our hearts (ye-yeah, yeah, yo) Is there so much hate for the ones we love? (Ye-yeah, yeah, yo) Tell me, we both matter, don't we? (Ye-yeah, yeah, yo) You It's you and me It's you and me, won't be unhappy And if I only could I'd make a deal with God And I'd get him to swap our places Be running up that road Be running up that hill Be running up that building (eh-yo) Say, if I only could, oh-ooh You It's you and me It's you and me, won't be unhappy Come on, baby Oh, come on, darling Let's exchange the experience Oh-ooh, ooh And if I only could I'd make a deal with God And I'd get him to swap our places Be running up that road Be running up that hill With no problems And if I only could If I only could I'd be running up that hill If I only could I'd be running up that hill

I'ma take a Bud Light break, ah, ah I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright How you expecting awards when you ain't put in work? And I just got off the phone, yeah, with my realtor And I've been eating so good that, bitch, my belly broke And I might cop that Mulsanne cause, bitch, that Bentley talk Put that sauce on that bitch real quick Put that ice on that wrist real slick Girl, I know you know my wallet's real thick And I'm wonderin', wonderin' what you're drinking I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright We don't fucking fuck with y'all, do we? We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we? Bring that money back to yours truly When I'm rocking all my goddamn jewelry, yeah Hey, I just hopped out the foreign, looking so pretty, yeah And yeah, that watch on my arm look like a trillion You know that White Iverson, no, keep that jewelry tucked And I just bought out my brain, I feel like Bubba Chuck Girl, I'm zoned out, I feel my Xans Ain't nobody understand It's you and I, go and call your friends Let's get a lot of kerosene You gon' ride that bump-and-grind Yeah, let me see that double-time You ain't gotta tell them hoes because they know, yeah I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright We don't fucking fuck with y'all, do we? We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we? Bring that money back to yours truly When I'm rocking all my God damn jewelry Tell me, who do you call? When the night gets long And you're sitting by the phone 'Cause all those drugs wore off I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright High of my life High of my life High of my life High of my life High of my life

Those beneath us are the ones who need us You've let somebody else take our place Cry us a river Cross your little fingers You've let somebody else take our place I'm addicted to conception of affectionate narration Hang the king, elect the bleak reflection of perfection A bald man's statue in the middle of a square I love this land, dog Express the extraordinary need for demonstration Build the bigger and balder piece of bloody meditation A black building, white building, green building, people singing: I love this land, but Mother of god Was all of it worth it? Don't stand in the doorway Oh, don't block up the hall WE ARE DONE Christmas present Life is not that pleasant All those idols are not worth your time The words are forgotten They're drowning in the water Where's the beauty in your ordinary life? We're fallen idols Begging for your kindness Do you remember all the songs we used to play? We bow in your presence Hope you buy our record Don't let somebody else take our place