Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Give It Up, artist - Doujah Raze. Album song Past, Presence, Features, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.05.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Trilogy
Song language: English
Give It Up |
It’s over, that’s what they told me |
But sorry no sir, that doesn’t fool me |
A lot of cats talk, a lot of cats spit |
But I got love for this hip hop shit |
And I just won’t (give it up) |
Even at the end of a show |
When the crowd tired as fuck and ready to go |
Half of them gone, the sound sucks, monitors blown |
Got my fist raised high in the sky but they just won’t (give it up) |
I don’t care, I stand right here and |
Spit it in your eye until your cheer or either cry tears |
I’d fucking die here than run up in your nightmare |
Shouting and shaking and shooting just so I can make you (give it up) |
It’s too hard to stop me its gone too far to mock me |
You can’t delete me dog you only got a carbon copy |
I’m on your floppy, discard and clock me |
Unleash the bloodbath on earth shattering words |
And you’ll see you need to (give it up) |
Yeah, motherfuckers need to give that shit up man |
Tell me to give that up? |
you must be crazy |
I shouldn’t give it up, I wouldn’t give it up |
I need to give it up, I’m free to give it up |
I gotta give it up I try to give it up |
I wouldn’t give it up I couldn’t give it up |
It’s hard to give it up I’ve already given up |
I gotta give it up, I try to give it up |
And I’ve been going through these whole motions |
This hammerhead shark alone in these cold oceans |
Looking for landmarks |
Its strange but you get the picture |
Kinda hard to shake the image when descriptions fit you |
Why even try ill never (give it up) |
Cause I’m too abusive |
My bodies used to bruises |
Screws is loose and my juices blew the fuses |
Dedicated my time to pussy blues and boozing |
Should’ve been at home writing music |
I swear I need to (give it up) |
But lets get aggressive |
Cause I’m getting restless |
I’m in the club this bitch is hanging by my necklace |
Back at the Resch, shorty acting hesitant |
But if I bring her to my residence |
I think its pretty evident she’d (give it up) |
That’s the beauty of it, and I truly love it |
But then I hate it in the morning when the room is sunlit |
Waiting so long to reach what I believe the summit |
Now all I do is plummet |
I think I’ve overdone it, I should (give it up) |
I light a spliff by myself daily |
And three or four more depending on the mind state |
And if its straight or if its crazy |
Things are hazy it makes me lazy |
Everybody telling me to slow down |
But I don’t think ill ever (give it up) |
Lets start the shooting |
I’m talking vodka motherfucker not the revolution |
Bottles of that head pollution |
Execution, retribution, too much liquor in my system |
My stomach feels sick it wants to (give it up) |
Control the substance but I’m so compulsive |
My obsessive ways know no bounds exploding drug use |
Devoted soul to cold and holy abuse |
Took chemicals when sick, man |
My friends stepped in they said to (give it up) |
Just stick to rapping and all these things that happen |
Four years later got my fourteen on the map with action |
Now I’m addicted to the crowds reaction |
It gives me satisfaction, beyond what I imagine |
I will never (give it up) |