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PERFORMING ARTISTS
P.O.D.
P.O.D.
Lead Vocals
Boo - Yaa T.R.I.B.E.
Boo - Yaa T.R.I.B.E.
Additional Vocals
Glen Ballard
Glen Ballard
Keyboards
Jason Truby
Jason Truby
Guitar
Joel Shearer
Joel Shearer
Guitar
Sick Jacken
Sick Jacken
Additional Vocals
Traa Daniels
Traa Daniels
Bass Guitar
Wuv Bernardo
Wuv Bernardo
Drums
Amy Terrin
Amy Terrin
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Boo - Yaa T.R.I.B.E.
Boo - Yaa T.R.I.B.E.
Songwriter
David Aveau
David Aveau
Songwriter
Glen Ballard
Glen Ballard
Songwriter
Jason Truby
Jason Truby
Songwriter
Joel Shearer
Joel Shearer
Songwriter
Sick Jacken
Sick Jacken
Songwriter
Sonny Sandoval
Sonny Sandoval
Songwriter
Traa Daniels
Traa Daniels
Songwriter
Wuv Bernardo
Wuv Bernardo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P.O.D.
P.O.D.
Producer
Glen Ballard
Glen Ballard
Producer
Jason Truby
Jason Truby
Producer
Traa Daniels
Traa Daniels
Producer
Wuv Bernardo
Wuv Bernardo
Producer
Dmitar "Dim-e" Kmjaic
Dmitar "Dim-e" Kmjaic
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Greg Fidelman
Greg Fidelman
Recording Engineer
Travis Wyrick
Travis Wyrick
Recording Engineer
William Malina
William Malina
Recording Engineer

Letras

Psycho Realm P.O.D. Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. What? What? My soul is payable on death, the flow I'm layin' here is deaf Mics come with a teflon vest, my words wreck I'm a psycho, ill with the voco-loco Heard a sick pedo noco noco by coasta logo Gas mask with the gangsta strollo Got a piece that will match the chrome D's on my low-low Total chaos, you think that I'm a rapper your way off I'm a killer that be murderin' these tracks, so stay off Serial rhymin, convicted of driving and beat the hymen And breaking the hymen on ears that never heard of the line that I'm in The danger zone is common City blocks got the demons mobbin' I'm a con-artist, starvin', strong armin', Jason's guitar and Traa's bass while Wuv is bombin' Bring the streets to the booth It's my therapy from mental scarring From the hell when I dwelled in them L.A. Projects Ever since the day the streets be callin' Do what it takes to keep from fallin' All I know is how to hustle man So I'll stay on it Somewhere in the world the sun is shinin' Down on my face there's someone tryin' Tryin' to grind it out these streets we live And I'm not dying My soul is payable on death, home grown out the west My words be leapin' from the grill leaving you holding your breath So who want next, and who gon' test? Come get this lyrics beating, I'm out the frame like graffiti It's so misleading, but I make it look easy And everybody out the box trying to cop my steezy So my crew roll through, you know quite is kept But my level is next so bet it all on dread I break bread with hustlers, conversate with kings Conquer kingdoms with warriors and preach to the fiends Partake communion with dealers, love the least of these Ask forgiveness from a priest and keep my ears to the streets Some of my people still fightin' thei' own demons And some of my people still shootin' until it's even Some kill you just because, and I'll leave it at that But I choose to use this mic to push these platinum plaques Ever since the day the streets be callin' Do what it takes to keep from fallin' All I know is how to hustle man So I'll stay on it Somewhere in the world the sun is shinin' Down on my face there's someone tryin' Tryin' to grind it out these streets we live And I'm not dying Ever since the day the streets be callin' Do what it takes to keep from fallin' All I know is how to hustle man So I'll stay on it Somewhere in the world the sun is shinin' Down on my face there's someone tryin' Tryin' to grind it out these streets we live And I'm not dying When it drizzle, come the storm And when you born, you see that rappers die where I come from You thankin' gangsta, thank the game West full circle and it finally came From the waters runnin' how the west was won How them candles flamin' for my brothers to find home Broken halos and clipped wings Though we birthed of the west coast, we'll talk in them real things Did ya'll know that gangstas don't cry? Did ya'll know all thugs don't ride? We gangsta pimpin' but we had to You ever touch my sister! Got you! I'm keepin' it gangsta 'cause keepin' it's worth keepin' And paid for being processed with sleeping worth leaking The streets ball callin' me out of control I'd rather be fifth in love before I let it go Ever since the day the streets be callin' Do what it takes to keep from fallin' All I know is how to hustle man So I'll stay on it Somewhere in the world the sun is shinin' Down on my face there's someone tryin' Tryin' to grind it out these streets we live And I'm not dying Ever since the day the streets be callin' Do what it takes to keep from fallin' All I know is how to hustle man So I'll stay on it Somewhere in the world the sun is shinin' Down on my face there's someone tryin' Tryin' to grind it out these streets we live And I'm not dying I stay on the grind I do this all the time For all it's worth, I'll keep on searching for My piece of mind I stay on the grind (P.O.D.) I do this all the time (Psycho Realm) For all it's worth, I'll keep on searching for (Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.) My piece of mind I stay on the grind I do this all the time For all it's worth, I'll keep on searching for My piece of mind
Writer(s): Hal David, Burt Bacharach, Leslie Pridgen, Paul Wall, Leroy Williams Jr, Crystal Slayton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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