Ray Ca$h featuring Scarface BUMPIN´MY MUSIC

[Intro]
That's right, uh... recognize real ghetto vision, nigga
Cleveland... open up ya' doors

[Verse 1: Ray Cash]
I'm in the old school '84 Delta 88
Wit' a ounce, but I'm bouncin' like I'm out here movin' weight
Bone and Biggie in the Pioneer as I reminisce
Before that it was "D'evils" took 'em back to '96
I went down to houston for some face, Mary Jane
What a coincidence I'm blowin' Swishers doin the same thing
Six-hundred for some big "O's", *400 degrees*
I'm a ho, Playaz Club, *Ice Cube*, *Master P*
And since I'm movin' my yay, know I got "UGK"
Ridin' dirty lookin' for that high life pimp what more can I say?
I'm just stickin' and movin', under my seat is my tool, and I keep it for
any nigga wanna be trippin' or foolin'
I'm just bumpin' my music as I'm spinnin' the ben
I'm bumpin' *Pac*, picture me rollin' without spillin' my Henn'
Yeah... Yeah, now as I spin and I bend
I'm bumpin' *Pac*, picture me rollin' without spillin' my Henn'

[Hook: repeat 2X]
I'm just bumpin' my music... music... music..
bumpin' my music
Wanna hear my music? Well let me open up my door
Release my reefer smoke so you can hear my speakers blow..

[Verse 2]
Now back to the '84 big body 2 door
No blades on the muh'fucker but it still roll
Memba' what told you what I had stashed in the dash
Back in the past... well... now I got two "O's"
Ricky tells, two show, comin' out hard
Doors wide open, kids dancin in the yard
While I'm stuntin' like Evel Knievel man
Bumpin' Cutlass, Monte Carlos and "Rivas" man
Rollin' in "slow mo", like the whole block screwed
Black Ville '79, bumpin' *Devin the Dude*
On the way to the telly, we was bumpin' *R. Kelly*
And right before I cut her, it was "Confessions" from *Usher*
She ain't used to a thug, she love the way I ride
While I'm bumpin' "My Life" by *Mary J. Blige*
See I damn near cried day *Rick James* died
See that shit was "cold blooded", but the music keep pumpin'

[Hook]

[--Verbal--]
Yeah... Face Mob is in the builind
I'm in the area
Hey, I like that shit you on, ya dig?
And I got some shit I'ma put you on... I'ma put you on that shit I be on

[Verse 3: Scarface]
It was like FUCK THE POLICE comin' straight from the underground
A young nigga blowin' *Big* comin' down
A Nigga With the Attitude, *Easy*, *Ren*, *Dre*, and *Cube*
Creepin' up the avenue, that how you had to do
YES... I'm the rhythm, the rebel without a cause, never lowerin' my level
I'm on some *Chuck D* shit from P.E.
Six in the mornin' I hustle with *Ice-T*
Six in the evenin' I'm chillin' wit' *Willie D*
Leavin' out the nickel I'm bumpin' some *Kool G. Rap*
Back to the neighborhood, shoot me some craps
I'm fuckin' wit' that pluck wit' the kool aid pack
And now I got a brotha by the name of *Warren Lee*
Hot shot Regal illegal, like marley
I get down like I'm *BDP*
Ass blaster like blast faster cocked and squeeze

[Hook]

Ganksta N I P featuring Scarface, Willie D & Seagram ACTION SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS

( *phone rings* )
[ operator ]
Too black records
[ james a. smith ]
Yeah, this is jay
[ operator ]
Hold on, jay
[ too black records representative ]
Hey jay, long time no hear, man, what's up?
[ james a. smith ]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[ too black records representative ]
Is that right?
[ james a. smith ]
Yeah, it upsets me to hear a world class wreckin' crew-
? homosexual? disrespect some real soldiers
[ too black records representative ]
What time it is then, right?
[ james a. smith ]
It's time to mix 5th ward, south park and 69th curbs
And really let a muthafucka know

(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)

[ verse 1: scarface ]
Roll em up and I smoke em
Tried to break, so I broke em
Busted his ass in the head, that's when I grabbed him and choked him
I'm on revenge, a psychopath, the master of wreckin shit
Comes back with a body blow, hittin hard as a fuckin brick
Don't fuck with the mastermind, i'ma tell you like that
Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll still you with a bumper jack
Better yet grab a bat, apart from the pack
Then commence to beat on your head to the muthafuckin fact
I'm ragin like manson, I'm a muthafuckin thriller
Friday 13th's my birthday, so I was a born killer
Brought up as a trouble kid, devious shit's what I shoulda did
Mom had an abortion with me, but a nigga lived
I don't fear losin life, cause life just lost me
Shadow of death keeps followin me and I can't get him off me
2 years of my life were spent in a mental health
I'm a treath to society, then again to my fuckin self
I'm losin my fuckin mind, my veins begin swellin
'kill that muthafucka!' I hear voices in my head yellin
Me get caught in a cross, that's absurd
Your head is a tennis ball and I'm about to serve

(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)

[ verse 2: ganksta nip ]
Bodybags in the bushes, see, I tried to tell em
I just hope pretty soon that somebody smell em
My lyrics get deeper and deeper
Mack 10, 12-guage, tec-9 plus a street sweeper
Nigga, ganksta nip's in the house
Time I see a mouse automatic spaghetti sauce
Been poor all my life, so I reach for the sky
I regret I was born, I can't wait till I die
And leave blood on the curtain
Fatal thoughts of death, suicide is certain
I kill for a quarter, lyrics deep as the water
Peace to rodney king, I got they ass in slaughter
Insane is what I am
I'm like silence of the muthafuckin lambs

[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/action-speaks-louder-than-words-lyrics-geto-boys.html ]

Ganksta nip ain't no bragger-boaster
Migraine headaches made me sleep in a toaster
Step in my face, I'll commence the hittin
( *3 shots* ) 9 milli ain't bullshittin
Down with seag from the 69th curbs
Tell em, triple 6 (action speaks louder than words)

(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)

[ verse 3: willie d ]
Well, first of all..
I shock em and clock em and pop em and drop em, flop em, then I mop em
In they muthafuckin tracks is where I stop em
Unless you down with a bloody nose
Save the cussin and fussin and pointin fingers for them hoes
Talk is cheap, I catch your ass on the sneak
And hit you everywhere but under your feet
Think it's a game when it ain't
I'm lettin you talk, but bitch, I'll knock yo lips off
And get ready for your kinfolk
Your little sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody 5th and that's it, trick bitch
You don't know who you're fuckin with
I break this 10 1/2 so deep in your ass
That you'll be lookin like a faggot on the rag
I'm goin for bam like scarface and nip
What they leave of your ass willie d gonna rip
All of that muthafuckin talkin is for the birds
I do this ( *shots* ) cause action speaks louder than words

(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)

[ verse 4: seagram ]
Time to be accounted for the all-words spunk
Counterfeit gangstas, pranksters and chumps
Talkin real loud in front of a crowd, dare ya
I show your punk ass, nigga, better than I can tell ya
Signin checks that your punk ass can't cash
Got your album cover full of punks wearin ski masks
Who ain't never felt froggish, you won't leap
Barkin like a bear and bitin like a flea
Busters, straight suckers, muthafuckas
Donald goines-readin-ass wanna-be hustlers
It's seag from oakland, the one who lays order
Quit lyin to kick it and make a run for the border
Willie d, bushwick, scarface and ganksta nip
Gave me the tip on the niggas yappin lip
Too black hooked me, lil' jay booked me
Shakin em, breakin em, makin and takin em fakin fuckin rookies
And all that loud shit, nigga, don't start
They'll find your ass chopped and stuffed in a shopping cart
Fools awake and give praise to the dark lord
Bring on the chalice, voodoo dolls and the oujia boards
Straight from the alleys of cali, 69th curbs
Is actions spizzeaks lizzouder thizzan wizzords

(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)

Diana Ross LOVE HANGOVA

Ah
If there's a cure for this
I don't want it
Don't want it
If there's a remedy
I'll run from it
From it

Think about it all the time
Never let it out of my mind
'Cause I love you

I've got the sweetest hangover
I don't wanna get over
Sweetest hangover

Yeah, I don't wanna get over
I don't wanna get
I don't wanna get...over

Ooh, I don't need no cure
I don't need no cure
I don't need no cure

Sweet lovin'
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love

Don't call a doctor
Don't call her momma
Don't call her preacher

No, I don't need it
I don't want it

Sweet love, I love you
Sweet love, need love

If there's a cure for this
I don't want it
I don't want it no
If there's a cure for this
I don't need it
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love

D-Nice GLORY

"When they gon' give us the blue suits?"

[D-Nice]
Back in the civil war days of 1863
was the year that free
blacks would try to adapt as soldiers
Live as equals and get what's owed us
And in this time they had yet to find inner peace
Which comes from the heart and mind
So listen close as I explain the story
of the regiment of blacks on the path to find Glory

"Courage, spirit, and honor" .. on the path to find Glory
"Courage, spirit, and honor"

[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
Here's an example of courage and strength
that dwelled in the men that went the whole length
To prove that each can stand as a man
And demonstrate, he can carry his own weight
But there was some tryin to add to the plight
of the black man, denyin his right to fight
as an equal, for self-esteem
Ran through the crew or so it seemed
Cause even in times when life seemed colder
He still remained proud to be a black soldier
Waitin for the chance to advance
and under the circumstance, managed to enhance
his courage, and when put to war
he'd do much more than what's bargained for
And each man, that can tell the story
knew from the start deep down in his heart they'd find Glory

"Courage, spirit, and honor" .. on the path to find Glory
"Courage, spirit, and honor" .. break it down

{*scratch: "here's an example of courage and strength"*}

[D-Nice]
These brothers have died and cried, for power and freedom
But now look what we've done
We're robbin and killin our own race
Black and rap will be lost without a trace
So take heed to the knowledge I'm bustin
You're sellin yourself short, that's "Self Destruction"
The song I sing to let freedom ring
So listen to the knowledge I bring as I speak about Glory

"Courage, spirit, and honor" .. as I speak about Glory
"Courage, spirit, and honor" .. yeah

"Courage, spirit, and honor"
"Courage, spirit, and honor"

The Spinners LOVE DON´T LOVE NOBODY

Sometimes a girl
Will come and go
You reach for love
But life wont let ya know
That in the end
You'll still be lovin her
But then she's gone
You're all alone

Sign of pain
Is on my face, well
My hearbeat stops
But I wont take the blame, no no
I gave her all the love I had within
My love was strong
Somethin went wrong, no! no!

It takes a fool to learn
Yes sir
That love don't love nobody
Love love love love love love
It takes a fool to learn
Yes it does, girl
That love don't love no one
That love don't love no one
It takes a fool to learn
Stop to think about it, well
That love don't love nobody
Oh! Oh no!
It takes a fool to learn
When you're down and out, shout about it
That love don't love no more
Tell the world, oooh babe
No more...
Ohhhhhh, babe
It takes a fool to learn
Gotta be more careful about myself
That love don't love nobody
It takes a fool to learn
Woah baby, took me a long time to learn, to learn, well

That love don't love no one
It takes a fool to learn
I was a fool, you were a fool
That love don't love nobody
Now we got love, we need love
It takes a fool to learn

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_spinners/#share

Kam IN TRAFFIC

[Verse 1: KAM]
Rise and shine, it's a brandnew day
They say: Awww it's pour rainin, no lay
And cloud in sky so I can't play
I gotta get dressed and escape
Though traffic is callin' yes y'all in weep skirts
To the Swap Meat for some white T-Shirts
Plus, I just been paid
So let's roll up to R.P, for a skin fade
And go under the Triple-X as we exit
I gotta have that tie around the neck shit
I'm about to check this naggin' guards
So we all mad doggin' and saggin' hard
Lay back, pull this whore card, I ain't finna stop
For no wannabe raw gorilla cop
Time to hop, so let's get loose
If the street lookin' need full tank
Let's loose in traffic

[Chorus: KAM X3]
Watchin' the cars drove-by, nobody's catchin' Who-ride
Wanna test us I don't know why
I'm in traffic

[Verse 2: KAM]
Now, I'm fresh out the chair
So what y'all wanna do? - we gotta go somewhere
Cause I feel like givin' it up.. "FEEL LIKE GIVIN' UP"
Awww yeah, One Time just barkin' like Hounds
It's too hot, left the Parking Lot bumpin' the sounds
Damn, a nigga can't even kick it
Tried to defile it, and got a Hydrolic ticket
I'm takin' off of this clown and skated
Court sent me a bill and I still ain't paid it
Made it back to the tilt for a minute
Forgot the heat pack, now, I'm back up in it
Because I gotta go get gas
And I'm already knowin' how long that shit last
Had to pump like ascend and duck
But at last cents pumpin' slow as fuck
No, I can't be stuck out like that
Cause fools out here no doubt might gap the toys
Lookin' fat in this detail, rounded up the boys
And then we bailed, in traffic

[Chorus: KAM]

[Verse 3: KAM]
So what's really goin' on?
I got the Ride that hoppin' like the bonny ass money gone
Thinkin' it's funny roam, cause I ain't want the jokes
So trip, cause I dipped on the 100 Spokes
To the city, I can't understand it
Sounded just like the motherchip landed
And didn't no quit, cause I got one more switch I'll get in
To get y'all tweakin
They're sayin' that's the fool that made Every Single Weekend
And other niggaz don't care
When I be in the cut sayin: So Well, I see that nigga everywhere
Then go and switch on the tube
And now, they're thinkin' I'm rich cause they see me with Ice Cube
But while they groove through them screens
I'm out rollin' the Chevy' with heavy starting on my Jeans
Dependin' on us, to hit y'all up while we're bendin' corners
Cause I'm known as a peace maker, on the L.A. streets
Wakin' black people up over gangster beats
I'm in traffic

[Chorus: KAM]

Vaughan Mason BOUNCE, ROCK, SKATE , ROLL

CHANGE DRIVIN´

Ey! que decís Crooks?
ya visteis que me puse a poner temas , y asi voy a seguir un rato (no mucho) por la simple razón de que son unos temazos, y me mola ponermelos time after time!
Yo creo que a todo el mundo de donde sea le va a molar algun tema, y estarán guay pero por si alguno quiere odiar, le diré que es algo que a mi me mola que comparto, paz!

13 DEEP Seagram featuring Gangsta P

ONE ON ONE Nas

In the Rotten Apple, take a bite taste the worm
Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn
Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest
I keep my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance sold
Roll mob deep, guns in the black Jeep
Mac-11's and legends, cracks in the streets
Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers
Never sober takin over, my blood is colder
Niggaz respect violence so I become it
I'm from it, I even done it blunted so run it

Yeah son, you know what this is
Take it off [come on dunn, don't even come at me like that]
[dunn, come on dunn]

Chorus:

Imagine this, no guns no knife
It's a one on one so now we gots to fight, son
Imagine this, no gun no knife
It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine that, no gun no knife
It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this, no gun no knife
It's a one on one, son

Verse Two:

Yo I'm a cream fiend, with a mean dream
Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin fresh out the greens
Give you what you never seen, the ips on the Mac-10
It's 2:10 in the A.M. in the streets of Queens
Try hard and die hard
Chances of survivin the game is like tryin to feed Allah lard
A walk a piece with a deadly shadow
They want to blow me with the double barrel, found no sorrow
I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in a thinker
Don't make hell your new home, with the blue chrome
Mistakes want me, sauve fellow but raunchy
The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the country
But only to shed tears for years
Too wild for my own self, hopin help is near
Street Fightin was cool but in school I brought a new tool
Toolin with the devil, a rebel, a fool

Chorus:

Imagine this no guns no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one, a one on one

Yeah, take it to the bridge -- Queensbridge

Yo whassup money? [Yo yo do you remember this face?]
[Yeah yeah yeah, run these, run these]
*sounds of brawl* [Break you down! Get broke!]
[No hands, run that, run that, run that, no hands]

Verse Three:

I hear Jake walkie-talkies in my sleep
Marked money I keep, play the bitches all week
I visualize Coups, alligators in suits
Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof
Sippin eighty proof, watchin Juice, but hold up
I see some brothers tryin to roll up, wishin I could fold up
It's hard to see their faces in they hoodies, I better boogie
Too late, I tried to swing when they jigged me, I'm out...

Yeah yeah kid, don't front, 360 degrees, knowhatI'msayin?
That's how it comes back at you. Queensbridge, that's how we live.
South side, all that. New York, light it up, light it up.
Yo yo you saw how I snuffed that kid? [Yeah I saw that, I saw that]
You know how we steppin. That's how we do out here in the street fight!

SETTLE FOR MY LOVE Patrice Rushen

Your love means the world to me
Words could not express the joy you bring
Your love moves me tenderly
To have you by my side means everything.. I sing
Your love has the best of me
If I could give you more then that would be...

Settle for my love, settle for my kiss
Settle for my love, that you'll never miss

So give to me, darling take my hand
Settle for my kiss
Cause it's all I can give
Settle for my love, that you'll never miss

Your love means the world to me
Like the ocean wide your love runs deep
Your love.. oh baby.. has the best of me
Like the birds outside my window sing

Settle for my love, settle for my kiss
Settle for my love, that you'll never miss

So give to me, darling take my hand
Settle for my kiss
Cause that's all I can give, baby
Settle for my love, that you'll never miss

I can't bring you precious stars or paradise
And all these things are really on my mind
All that I can give to you is love so true
From the heart... oooh

Your love means the world to me (means the world)
No words, no words, express the joy you bring
Your love has the best of me
If I, if I could only give you everything.. baby

Settle for my love, settle for my kiss
Settle for my love, that you'll never miss

So give to me,dalring take my hand
Settle for my kiss
Cause that's all I can give, baby, yeah-yeah...
Settle for my love, that you'll never miss

Settle for my love.. settle for my love
Settle for my love.. settle for my love
[repeat with adlibs to end]

WAS IT LOVE Paul Hardcastle

SERENE Paul Hardcastle

AIN´T NO FUTURE ´N YO FRONTIN´ MC Breed

(To the beat ch'all) --> Flavor Flav

Ah yeah

(Ya don't stop) --> Flavor Flan

Sound good to me

[ VERSE 1: MC Breed ]
This sound hard, somethin funky people gon' dance to
Give the record a second and a chance to
Hittin people like a scene of amazement
While they slippin back my feet is planted in the pavement
Crumble I can never do
So now I'm lookin dead at you
What are you gonna do?
You listen to the knowledge of a scholar
You say 'Hi Breed,' tell em how I holler
I'm the E Double, and I proclaim my name
Straight up good game, peeps all game
I'm like a rhino runnin through the roughest pack
They figure I'm a trigga-happy nigga, so they step back
Breed, the microphonist
Boot last the longest
The noose's the strongest
It ain't a game, that's plain to see
You listen to the sounds of Breed (and the DFC)

There ain't no future in your frontin

[ VERSE 2: MC Breed ]
I never got caught with a kilo
And if you ever do, yo, it will never be with me, yo
Servin in a Cherokee or maybe it's a GTO
Black-on-black Benzo, I get it at [Name]
Never have to worry bout my posse gettin jumped
Cause if we ever do, yo TB, pop the trunk
Cause we don't go for playin, when I play go grab a ball
When I'm on the mic I ain't for playin, not at all
Cause I clock 10 g's a week boomin at my peak
Always seek E sober, but I do get geeked
I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty
Meet your homeboy Marty at a b.o.b. party
Takin over, barkin like a dog named Rover (woof!)
I'm pickin suckers like a four-leaf clover
They're bitin lyrics on the mic, I diss these cobras
So now they're sayin, "Eric Breed is gettin over"

There ain't no future in your frontin
Ha-ha-ha
There ain't no future in your frontin

[ VERSE 3: MC Breed ]
I'm the B, the r to the double e-d and
Down with my homie G-a-s and O.E. and
Suckers causin static, cause they still be disagreein
I don't give a - cause I'm from F-l-i-n-t'n
A city where pity runs low
If you ever shoot through my city, now you know
Cause we are strictly business and we also got our pride
And if you don't like it, I suggest you break wide
Suckers steady lookin for the m-o-n-e-y and
Thinkin that illegal is the best way, so they dyin
I ain't got time to see a fiend fiend out
To give up all his money, and he givin what he got
That's the way I am, MC Breed cannot be different
Never change my ways for the world or the government
If I was the president, then I would state facts
You leave it up to me, I paint the white house black
It ain't no future in your frontin

There ain't no future in your frontin

[ VERSE 4: MC Breed ]
Yeah, I got dollars in my pocket, not from rollin
If I was a fiend, then my gold would be stolen
Put my name Breed on everything I own
And when I get my jeep I'm puttin 'Breed' on the chrome
Shine it up good, kickin through my neighborhood
Motorola phone, fat rims and a Kenwood
Quick to get around it, and then i'll have it drop
Simply cause I'm ridin people think I'm sellin rocks
But ain't no future in your frontin

Yo Flash man, drop that, man
Won't you drop that

(Keep on)
(To the beat ch'all)

[ VERSE 5: MC Breed ]
Cruel to the rules of the world
Live my life raw, cause I never liked the law
Wear top tens, on my ass use jeans
Sellin big 8ths and tit-for-tat to the fiends
Clock much dollars, but I never break a sweat
Time to move out, my posse sayin (bet)
You got my back, and I got yours
What time is it? Hm, Tear down the doors

Man
There ain't no future in your frontin
Never was, cuz
There ain't no future in your frontin

Hey man, let's start this party up, right?

(Beat y'all)
(Keep on)

SUPA STAR Group Home

Intro:
Lil' Dap: Damn son
Melachi: What the fuck is wrong with you man? Shit shouldn't be happening
out here man. Niggas don't be realizin' the shit man but yo tell 'em what
you be seein' out your window.
Lil' Dap: Yo I be seeing out my window gunshots everyday.
Melachi:Man yo I be seeing sex money and drugs too but yo tell 'em how duke
said.
Lil' Dap: The world's about to end.

Melachi the Nutcracker:
Born in the ghetto it's hard to survive
Some have achieved and many brothers tried
But I realized which life to choose
I wanna make money so I gotta pay dues
But there's no rules and you only have one chance
If ya fuck up kid you face the circumstance
At night I use to scream and shout
Livin' in the ghetto trying to get the hell out
So I would try as I watch my friends die
But all I could do was sit back and cry
These are feelings I'm expressing through my rhymes
I been through hard times so many problems on my mind
I wasn't living rich and I also wasn't poor
I try to appreciate but I deserve more
Yeah superman supa star
Give me super fat doe like Pablo Escobar
"Super duper star"

Lil' Dap:
Feared by bandits hated by chicks
Loved by kids I never did a bid
Yes the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef cause get dizzy if ya think shit is weak
Yo I work hard and hard my man trace it down to the car
After that keep it movin' have no time to be foolin'
Around town A&R's you get down with the hype sound
The things I say will make a grown man dream
I speak sayings "Go by yourself, be by yourself"
Let my lyrics vibrate and shake the earth
I travel ghetto to ghetto back streets to street
Kick a rhyme or crime with this ill mastermind
Mom dukes use to tell me with these tears in her eyes
Now I'm out on my own survival with the dime
Like an African tribe little Dap will blow your mind
Check it out like this

Melachi:
And then like that

"Super star"

Hook:
"So what the fuck y'all movin' on up" -Melachi
"Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this" (x3)
"So what the fuck y'all movin' on up"
"Yo check it check it out like this here we go"-Melachi

Melachi:
Walkin' the tunnels of hell the next level
It's the Nutcracker givin' hell to the devil
Playin' the game the New York pain
Makes me wanna bust but I just maintain
Cause now-a-days I talk to a brother
Always love your mother cause you'll never get another
In the streets bustin' off shots fuck the cops
I got super small props
Big time doe, money is a thriller
I'm gettin' more iller than the Zodiac killer
No lie but before I say bye
You can't take money with cha when you die

"Super duper star"

Lil' Dap:
Yo I got niggas flippin' they wig
Chicks grabbin' they cunts
As they rhyme they get doper and then they greet me with blunts
One times for your mind before I brake these streets
Ain't nothin' holdin' me back hip hop track
Yo son you know the feelin' shit will get revealed
As the times will get better
And you know I got skills I seen the days turn into nights
As the stars shine bright
Motherfuckers Moet and chicks they keep steppin'
Like Dom Perrion one day will live large
Word to Allah and it don't seem hard
No more jealousy and envy
Curse is put apon me
Watch me live free at the clink
With my niggas you'll see
Raisin' to the top like a rocket shit yo I go far
"Super star"

DOE DOE & A SKUNK Suga Free

Chorus:
Smokin' on that doe doe and a skunk
As I bump with the humps in the trunk
I'm sippin' on that Hennesey because it's all good
As I bounce to a party in the hood
(x2)

Verse 1:

[Suga Free]
Slide, slide, slippety slide
Because I heard it was a party jumpin' on the Westside
Ride, Dogg, show me your eyes
So I'ma drink this Hennesey and give my head a real drive
Now the rat-tat-tat-tat strapped on my back-back
Nothin' jacked but the cracker playa hater talkin' smack
'Cause the party that I'm headed fo' is oh so deep
And it's a Tony Lang thang so I'm bound to creep
Now Suga Free don't dance, but I'd like to now
And my hoes can't go until my money is right
Now I'm about to get go after I G up from the feet up
And roll this weed up, like ?, speed up with the beat up
And roll. Baby hold that stearin wheel while I roll this indo
Better known as the magic wand, the bomb, the antidote
The twilight smoker, 'fore smoke
As I swerve by the curb on some herb gettin' smoked
Hittin' 16 switches is the life
While your girl send you to players anonymous, I perform like the Macs
I sell her dreams to her like a quiet storm
The only reason why they be worth pennies is to keep her ankle from her
As I tip top out the Cadillac
I see my homie DJ Quik and Tony Lang with that sticky green thang

[?Tony Lang?]
?? up in a planatary temper high
Tryin' to prevent a player from gettin' his pie, so let me fly

Chorus

Verse 2:

[Suga Free]
Sway, as I begin to hit the Chronic I see birds
I'm paranoid but I still want that herb
Somebody ??? cause my cotton mouth is back but I'm feelin' superb
I'm in la-la land and I'm tweaky
I'm in la-la land, but I see these girls freaky
I'm in la-la land, time to start creepin'
One two three, I emerge as a G
The Chronic got my membrane stuck
I'm Suga Free and I don't give a huff
And my eyes are oh so loaded
That I can barely focus in on my folks
Sway, it's reserve, as I tip-toe
Slip and slide to the flow where the ?heatho?
Really though, here we go ho
Foe everytime I look around I see hoes
So many different freaks to be chose
So what you sayin'? What you sayin'?
Spit that game and bust these hoes
?? caught me for a dog, how?
Got you niggas slippin' with this freak in, bow wow
That ? was to, her skirt got hooked, her man got shook
Cause that's the way it's written down in a players book
To a bitch thinkin' just like blue
Don't let her bounce off me, so we can stick on you
Now if you got a sack of weed say "Right, right"
Now hold it up and wave it from side to side
Cause your party ain't a party if you ain't got weed
Woman cloud and contact smoke that I can book breath
Yeah I can feel my heart beat
It's Suga Free, come take this weed from me
And something's wrong, I think I'm sprung, off of that twee.. Suga Free
And I feel so high, my mouth is dry
But I wanna fly in the sky and say goodbye as I rise
Seems.. As I take a deep breath from that boo-boo AKA the chronic
Not that boo-bop that you got
Seperate mine from yours, fool, I want the pie
That every other bud head do
The certain general has just informed you and I
To inhale and exhale, to breathale my bale well

Chorus 4x

Smokin on that doe doe and a skunk...

THE DAY YOU´RE MINE Big Daddy Kane

Talk about ever meeting Ms. Right
But one thing I know is this girl is hype
Not a crab I see but such a lovely female
And if looks could kill, she would be in jail
For raving all over with exotic beauty
And to captivate her love is my only duty
There's not a single feature that this girl lacks
Sweetheart, you're my aphrodisiac


You've got me waiting for you day by day
Fantasies of you has got me drifting away
And I know, a love like yours would be so hard to find
So I'll just keep on waiting for the day you're mine

Now I've talked to young girls and sophisticated ladies
But I swear my dear, none appear on your level baby
Maybe, it's just me imagining
Then again, I probably just haven't been
With the right female and in detail
I'll probably never will be, girl if we fail
Cause every time I appear to be pleased
You know what happens?
I just get skeezed



The girl that I admire, one that I desire
And no one can stop the feelings that you inspire
The way that you leave me in this obsession
With the chambers of my heart in your possession
We were meant to be together, always and forever
For that engagement, I shall endeavor
Pray for the day that we combine
And I can say for sure that you're truly mine
In benevolence and reverence
As soon as our relationship commence
But for now, I wait impatiently
For the day that you can give your all to me

The moment of truth is what I really should call it
I worked so hard for it so please don't spoil it
Yeah it's a lot that I'm asking you to give me
That's only because I need you with me
Side by side, hand in hand
You as my girl and Kane as your man
Bust it, ever since the first time that I seen her
I wanted her to step inside my arena
I'd be the champion of love, wear the golden glove
And show you what a real man is made of
My feelings I'm sharing because I'm caring
My heart'll tell you why I am so endearing
For a chance at romance I would love to enhance
I would be your man under any circumstance
Just as long as I can say that you're my own
Your feelings for me and mine alone
We can cherish every moment of the time we spent
Try to take our love to the full extent
The point that I'm trying so hard to get through
Is girl, I'm in love with you



A dramatic fanatic for our relation
Cupid has me stupid with infatuation
And a fashion of passion so tenderly
With vibes I can't describe you send to me
This personal attachment in which I feel
To you my dear, I will try to reveal
All over and over, I'll try and try
Because to see you with the next man makes me cry
I feel that I should be the only man to side you
Cause no one can love you the way that I do
No one deserve the love you can give
So allow me to show you how I'm out to live
With something very special, palliative and pure
And anything that you want, I can give you more
I'll be calm and gentle, loving and sentimental
Oh so much emotion, I'm talking devotion
Cause when I get involved, I get involved so deep
That you would know that my love is something special to keep
But for now, I guess I'll be fine
And keep waiting for the day that you'll be mine

MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT Eightball & MJG

Ahh yeah mic check 1, 2
Eightball and MJG space-age forever

[Eightball]
It was some what early, I was on my way
To get me some hay from my nigga in the Tray
And a four of that drank to go with my dank
It makes me lean all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog wanna hunt for a pack of fleas
Can I get me a freezy please
These H-Town freaks be a hundred degrees
It felt like a dream, sittin' on the lot at Dairy Queen
Very clean, in my dirty three pullin' machine
Jeans with tightly packed booty caught my eyes
My mind started to wonder about the prize between her thighs
She caught me lookin' grinnin'
Sharing my thoughts of late night sinnin'
Hey baby can I speak to you (Naw, naw you probably got plenty women)
Damn, how you gonna shoot a playa down
Before the conversation gets started baby
Ain't you done seen me and MJG on BET with J-O-E
Anyway, I wonder if we could set this thing off properly
Jet to one of my properties and blow a bag of that broccoli
Possibly, we could be, more than friends if you let it be
Imagine it, you and me, in the middle of the night

[Hook]
In the middle of the night, you can do it so right
You could feel real good, lay your head back
Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good
And tell me lil' something that I really wanna hear, baby have no fear
I'll be oblige to the side of the mack of the year so bring it over here
In the middle of the night, you can do it so right
You could feel real good, lay your head back
Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good
And tell me lil' something that I really wanna hear, baby have no fear
I'll be oblige to the side of the mack of the year so bring it over here
In the middle of the night

[MJG]
I was chillin' at the bar, girl gave me the eye
So I had to start a conversation took by vision of my bone
Made me feel this chick was on
She said (I'm bored I ain't did nothin but lay round the house all week)
And so I said in my mind
That's a line of a flat down straight up ho down freak
Then I pulled her to the side and I asked her what's up
She said (What's on ya mind)
I said well if ya thinkin' what I'm thinkin'
We straight ya ain't gonna waste my time
Then I shuffled to the bar
Done missed the stuff that was goin' at the affair
Then as I came to the corner of the wall
I noticed that the girl was just standin' there
And then she gave me a look
Not an ordinary look but a look that made me thank
Did she wanna romance, did she wanna hit and run
Man, she out to try to count my bank
Now I was sippin' on the Hen and she approached me again
Choosin' on the playa with a grin, telling her friend
(Girl, I'ma be a lil' late gettin' in)
Now I was feelin' kind of hot in the spot
Gotta figure out a way to get my temperature down
Hit the town, ran a red to the hip without a flip
Without all these windows is around
Let's me and you do what we gotta do to get through
The rest of this episode, hold on tight
Let's re-write in the middle of the night

[Hook]

[MJG]
I'm on late night mission top let down
That's the way I gotta flip when I be
Feelin' 'ike I wanna take a dip in the wind
Night-life livin' all the way to the end
It's just something bout the moon and the stars
And the dark blue sky that turns me on
I be chillin' in the day by the time somthing down
Gotta get better believe I'm gone
Now you can call me the vampire type
Batman livin' in a cave no lights
Seem too bright MJ outta sight
Never gotta fuss plus I never gotta fight
I might make another round through the Mound
Gotta get a sack of hay to make my trip complete
Look at all the women still hangin' in the streets
Temptation is an animal hard for me to beat
But as I creep through the midnight
Checkin' out the few tail I'd like to get right quick
Got my hand on my tone if a crook try to get me
Then a crook gonna wind up sick
I need to find a way to spend my time
Situation dirty, gotta erase my mind
Hangin' out to dry like clothes on a line
Everything fine, just like wine
Ain't nothin' shakin' but the leaves in the trees
Young women knees in a fresh set of keys
Now I'm fixin' to break em' to the birds and the bees
MJ put the P in tha ABC
In the morning I'ma stay up in the bed
Reaching for the cup filled up with ice
Blend it in with that H2O coolin' me off from my flight

[Hook x3]

O.G. Dat Nigga Daz featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg & Nate Dogg

Snoop (Daz):
Yeah, what I'ma do right here is take my time,
and dedicating this one to my niggas resting in peace,
and my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there, you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go down memory lane.

Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener,
(1-8-7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up,
some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a East Side thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we bang to the boogie than we boogie to the bang).
I bring you the motherfucking .38,
(just get the MC and the homie Nate).
So we can slide, slide, slipperdy slide,
as I take you on a trip nigga ride (East Side).

Nate (Daz):
Do you remember back on the East Side?
Where all us niggas used to love to ride.
We didn't care what we did,
time was nothing to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you still get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I just don't give a fuck.
So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me,
keep this in mind: I'm a motherfucking O.G.

Snoop:
Lets speed the clock up and pass some time,
June 17th, 1979.
That's my first time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to this shit.
I learned than from the G's,
a G is an overseer, the overseer sees.
More than you do 'cause he gets experienced,
and besides I'm just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (???).
She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb,
We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I didn't need to do what I done,
she said: "playing football should be your only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we enter the house,
come up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I couldn't do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I looked at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch?"
They put me on punishment but that didn't work,
now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a T-shirt.
And throwing up the neighborhood gang sides,
I do my first robbery and now I gotta do time.

Nate:
My homie told me one day he had a jack move,
he said: "come on Nate Dogg, it'll be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, let's go and jack them fools",
next day we were draped in the county blues.
I went and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen years),
saying to myself "I'll never fuck with that nigga again".
'fore I'm locked down I learned to be
what I am now and that's a motherfucking O.G.
Original gangsta

Daz:
I grew up in the city as a chap, faced the trials,
never smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile.
You'd find me swearing and lying, trying to be an O.G.,
beating the shit out of niggas for guess, some Hillfigers.
The man behind the trigger, committing robberies,
with the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me.
Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
because we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more.
Do your wear nigga and kick in your front door,
to let you know we can't take no more.
Feeling revenge, killing enemies, family and friends,
and let you pay the cost for my homie's life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
and ask myself: "who the fuck should I really fear?".
I ran around with the best killers,
thug criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they come near us,
(???) with evil spirits, no one could help us if we could.
Knock on wood for good luck,
serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now you've been struck.
Stood gangsta in a static gangsta mack,
a grown child laying niggas the fuck down.

Nate (Daz):
Original gangsta (original gangsta),
coming from Long Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...

You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
C-O-B.'s can't see the D-O-double G's, [O.G.'s... repeat 5 times]
shout outs to my nigga Mr. D-A-Z,
shout outs to my nigga Mr. Warren G,
shout outs to my nigga S-N-double O-P,
shout outs to my niggas C, Style and me.

Snoop (Nate):
Yeah, straight up, based on a true story.
you know what I'm saying? It's a G thang baby (original gangsta)
You trick ass bitch!

ONE DAY AT A TIME Devin The Dude featuring K-Dee & K.B.

Devin:
Uh, rollin' car not stolen
Probably never will be it's much too old and
Smokin' weed feelin' fine
In my Nightville '79

I smoke weed I drink brew
That's all I rap about cause shit that's all I do
Some people get mad cause I smoke in front of my kids
Well I also wipe they ass when they piss and shit
I treat a woman like a queen and a bitch like a slut
But I tend to make 'em both wipe off my dick when I nut
I keep a whole bunch of bitches from Brawlway to Bisanet
A bitch to buy me weed a bitch to buy me beer and cigarettes
A hoe to help me with music have her ass jacked up
In my vocal booth throw my mic doing backups
She likes my old school Porshe
She like my old school knowledge
But most of all she like my special gold tooth polish
And she's bout it
If I want it then I got it
We'll be goin' off to college
I be givin' that pussy plenty mileage
I be nuttin' on your bitch while I'm rubbin' on her tits
She be suckin' on my dick
I stuck it then I split

Hook
Keep in mind
Peace of mind
Takin' it a day at a time
Stayin' high
To ease my mind
Wavin' at every bitch that goes by

K-Dee:
Ya see my organization is gettin' stronger
See we ain't for that bullshit no longer
Devin and K-Dee
Never the less we
Keep the bud handy sip the finest French brandy
Jewels be imported don't fuck with the rinky dinky
Rock Ice like Berg Slim a couple stones on each pinky
Never fakin' but makin' boyfriends becomes exs
Kick to the curb see we swerve in a Lexus
Ta-dow
How ya like us now
Got niggas sayin' "God DAMN" got white boys sayin' "Wow"
The way we put it down,hum, quite impressive
A cheese by the pound, damn so obsessive
You niggas need to stop thinkin' I'm a hater
Mad because I spit more game than a commentator
As long as your heads bobbin'
Your girls hearts throbbin'
Hit me with the dub when you see me out mobbin'

Hook

K.B.:
I fuck these hoes skinny or swole
He bitchin' bout ugly toes
You ain't fuckin' her feet fuck the hoe with your eyes closed
Shit, I showed these bitches what they pussy made for
Especially a big ? Carter lookin' ass hoe
Bitch name ? fuckin' pooh big Shiela
Big country ass hoe with a body like a two liter
I feed her peter
She give me everything I need
I get beer by the cases and a big ole' bag a weed
Cause she love hustlin' Kelvin
I leave her with more blue notes than Melvin
Makes me a hamsandwich then I'm bailin'
Out like a felon
Something metal lock lemon
These hoes got tricks but from me all they get is dick
And a whole bunch of lies that I spit
? flew up in these bitches I leave them hoes sick
We all know they ain't shit
And so I'm out to get rich
And if I hit
The bitch thick

LA POLICIA Mariano José de Larra

Hola, Crooks!
Como hace mucho tiempo que no me acuerdo de nuestros amigos los guardias, (Y eso que ellos lo mismo salvan a un perro de morir atropellao que evitan que den un golpe en el Vizcaya-Bilbao) aca dejo uno de los artículos que escribió el colega Larra en memoria, tributo, simpatia y respeto por la más impune institución que se le haya ocurrido a quien hizo la trampa, Fuck peace & da police.




LA POLICIA Mariano josé de Larra






Así como hay en el mundo hombres buenos, también hay cosas buenas: no citaremos nombres propios en la primera clase, por no ofender a la mayoría; pero en la segunda preciso será citar si queremos que nos crean. Cosa buena, por ejemplo, es la previa censura, y para algunos no sólo buena, sino excelente. Que manda usted y que manda usted mal, dos cosas que pueden ir juntas. ¿Pues no es cosa buena y rebuena que nadie pueda decirle a usted una palabra? Que manda usted y que no manda mal, pero que es usted hombre de calma; y como había usted de mandar algo bueno, no manda usted nada, ni bueno ni malo. ¿Pues no es un placer verdaderamente que si hay algún escritorzuelo atrevido que sale a decir: “esto no marcha”, salga por otra parte el censor que usted le pone y le escriba en letra gorda y desigual al pie del folleto: Esto no puede correr? Vaya si es cosa buena.

Que es usted un sujeto de luces por otra parte, amigo del Gobierno, y que tiene usted poco sueldo, o no tiene usted ninguno, como suele suceder; vaya si es cosa buena que le den a usted 20.000 reales de sueldo u opción a los primeros que vaquen, sólo por poner: Esto no puede correr, que al cabo es decir una verdad como un templo… Cosa buena es y muy buena.

Replicaránnos los que viven de disputar que la tal previa censura no es igualmente buena para el que escribió el artículo que no puede correr, ni para el país que de él pudiera sacar provecho; pero en primer lugar, que al sentar nosotros la proposición de que hay cosas buenas, no hemos dicho para quién, y en segundo añadiremos que ése es el destino de las cosas de este mundo, en las cuales no hay una sola buena para todos.

Países hay donde se cree que la perfección consiste en que las cosas sean buenas para los demás; pero también hay países donde se cree en las brujas, y no por eso son las brujas más verdaderas. Dejemos por consiguiente este punto, que entra en el número de los muchos que no son oportunos todavía para nosotros, y convengamos únicamente en que hay cosas buenas.

Sabido esto, pocas hay que se puedan comparar con la policía. Por de pronto, su origen está en la naturaleza; la policía se debe al miedo, y el miedo es cosa tan natural, que poco o mucho no hay quien no tenga alguno; y eso sin contar con los que tienen demasiado, que son los más. Todos tenemos miedo; los cobardes a todo; los valientes a parecer cobardes; en una palabra, el que más hace es el que más lo disimula, y esto no lo digo yo precisamente; antes que yo lo había dicho Ercilla, en dos versos, por más señas, que si bien pudieran ser mejores, difícilmente podrían ser más ciertos:
“El miedo es natural en el prudente,
Y el saberlo vencer es ser valiente”.

Preclaro es, pues el origen de la policía. No nos remontaremos a las edades remotas para encontrar apoyos a favor de la policía. Trabajo inútil fuera, pues ya nos lo dan hecho; un orador ha dicho que en todos los países la ha habido con este o aquel nombre, y es punto sabido y muy sabido que la había en Roma y en el consulado de Cicerón; no se sabe si con este o con aquel nombre, no precisamente con su subdelegado al frente y sus celadores al pie; pero ello es que la había, y si la había en Roma es cosa buena; si a esto se añade que la hay en Portugal, y que el pueblo da a sus individuos el nombre de morcegos, ya no hay más que saber.
Venecia ha sido el Estado que ha llevado a más alto grado de esplendor la policía; pues ¿qué otra cosa era el famoso tribunal pesquisidor de aquella República? A ella se debía la hermosa libertad que se gozaba en la reina del Adriático, y que con colores tan halagüeños nos ha presentado un literato moderno en la escena, y un célebre novelista en su Bravo. La Inquisición no era tampoco otra cosa que una policía religiosa; y si era buena la Inquisición, no hay para qué disputarlo. Aquí se prueba lo que ha dicho el orador citado, de que siempre ha existido en todos los países con este o aquel nombre.

Otra prueba de que es cosa buena la policía es su existencia, no sólo en Roma y en Portugal, sino también en Austria; y sobre todo, en la parte de Italia sujeta a aquel Imperio, donde es delito a los ojos de la policía haber a las manos un papel francés. Así son los italianos tan felices, así se hacen lenguas del emperador de Austria. Óigase otro ejemplo. Ahí está la Polonia, que debe su actual felicidad -¡vaya si es feliz!- a la policía rusa. Que la policía es, pues, una institución liberal, se deduce claramente de su existencia en Austria y en Polonia; y si nos venimos más acá, veremos que en Francia la instaló Bonaparte, uno de los amigos más acérrimos de la libertad, y tanto, que él tomó para sí toda la que pudo coger a los pueblos que sujetó; y a España, por fin, la trajo el célebre conquistador del Trocadero el año 23 (Angulema), y fue lo que nos dio en cambio y permuta de la Constitución que se llevó; prueba de que él creía que valía tanto por lo menos la policía como la Constitución. Pues luego, si ha hecho bienes al país, no hay para qué ponerlo en cuestión.

A la policía debió el desgraciado Miyar su triste fin; y como ha dicho muy bien otro orador, a la policía se debió sin duda alguna aquella inocente treta por la cual se sonsacó de Gibraltar a un célebre patriota para acabarlo en territorio español, con toda nobleza y valentía (Torrijos). Pero ¿a qué más ejemplos? De cuantos liberales han muerto judicialmente asesinados en los diez años, acaso no habrá habido uno que no haya tenido algo que agradecer a esa brillante institución. Ahora bien: continuador el año 35 y heredero universal, como se ha pretendido, de los diez años, mal pudiera rehusar herencia tan legítima; así hemos visto a nuestra policía recientemente hacer prodigios en punto a conspiraciones.

La policía se divide en política y en urbana. Y es cosa tan buena una como otra. Por la primera, supongamos que sabe usted que se habla en un café, en una casa, o que no se habla, pero que tiene usted un enemigo -¿quién no tiene un enemigo?-. Va usted a la policía y con contar el caso, y con añadir que en la casa tienen pacto con isabelinos, y que detrás del viva de ordenanza está tapada la anarquía, hace usted prender a su enemigo (la sociedad isabelina fue creada por los liberales fieles al constitucionalismo gaditano, con el propósito de derrocar el Estatuto moderado de Martínez de la Rosa y restablecer sin restricciones el Código político de 1812). ¿Pues no es cosa excelente? Luego, para cualquier carrera se necesita saber algo, suponiendo que no haya favor o parentesco; para médico, por ejemplo, alargar la enfermedad; para abogado, embrollar el asunto; para militar, ir a Vizcaya… para cura, todos sabemos ya lo que se necesita saber, y por ese estilo; pero para ser policía, basta con no ser sordo. ¡Y es tan fácil no ser sordo! Ahora, si fuera preciso hacerse el sordo, ya era otra cosa: era preciso saber entonces casi tanto como para ser ministro.

Por otra parte, decía un ilustre amigo nuestro que la España se había dividido siempre en dos clases; gentes que prenden a gentes que son prendidas: admitida esta distinción, no se necesita preguntar si es cosa buena la policía.

Acerca de los premios destinados a la delación, y para cuyos gastos será sin duda gran parte de los millones del presupuesto, esto es indispensable: primero, porque uno no ha de delatar en balde, y segundo, porque no se cogen truchas… etc. En una palabra, o se ha de prender, o no se ha de prender; si se ha de prender es preciso que haya quien delate; y si ha de haber delatores, éstos han de comer, porque tripas llevan pies. Por consiguiente, no sólo es cosa buena la policía, sino también los ocho millones.

En los Estados Unidos y en Inglaterra no hay esta policía política; pero sabido es en primer lugar el desorden de ideas que reina en aquellos países; allí puede uno tener la opinión que le dé la gana; por otra parte, la liberad mal entendida tiene sus extremos, y nosotros, leyendo en el gran libro abierto de las revoluciones, como ha dicho muy bien otro orador, debemos aprender algo en él, y no seguir las mismas huellas de los países demasiado libres, porque vendríamos a parar al mismo estado de prosperidad de aquellas dos naciones. La riqueza vicia al hombre, y la prosperidad le hace orgulloso por más que digan.

La otra policía es urbana. Ésta es todavía más cosa buena que la otra. Entre las ventajas que produce nos contentaremos con los pasaportes, con los cuales va usted adonde quiere y adonde le dejan. Paga usted su peseta, y ya sabe usted que tiene pasaporte. Suponga usted que, a imitación de Inglaterra, no hubiera pasaportes. En verdad que no se concibe cómo se puede ir de una parte a otra sin pasaporte; si fuera sin caminos, sin canales, sin carruajes, sin posadas, ¡vaya!, pero ¡sin pasaportes! Por el mismo consiguiente saca usted su carta de seguridad, y ya está usted seguro de haber gastado dos reales; pero en cambio hay otro que desde que usted los tiene de menos, los tiene de más. De modo que para éste, sobre todo, la carta de seguridad es cosa buena, tan buena por el pronto como dos reales. Hay cosas mejores, es verdad, pero siempre es cosa buena.

Probada, pues, hasta la evidencia la bondad de la policía, ¿cómo pudiéramos no agregarnos al voto de los 50 señores procuradores que han perdido la última votación? Poco vale por cierto nuestra opinión; no somos desgraciadamente ni procuradores ni inviolables, pero en cambio tendremos policía por lo menos; pagaremos en compañía de nuestros compatriotas ocho millones para que nos averigüen nuestras conversaciones, nuestros pensamientos, nuestros… y si algún día la policía nos prende, como es probable, por anarquistas, exclamaremos con justo entusiasmo: “¡Buena cárcel nos mamamos! ¡Pero buen dinero nos cuesta!”.

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