1916 - Lyrics - 1916 - Motorhead

Title: 1916
Album: 1916
Artist: Motorhead
Composer(s): Ian Fraser Kilmister

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Lyric:
16 years old when I went to the war
To fight for a land fit for heroes
God on my side and a gun in my hand
Chasing my days down to zero

And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died
And I never did get any older
But I knew at the time that a year in the line
Was a long enough life for a soldier

We all volunteered and we wrote down our names
And we added two years to our ages
Eager for life and ahead of the game
Ready for history's pages

And we brawled and we fought and we whored till we stood
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder
A thirst for the hun, we were food for the gun
And that's what you are when you're soldiers

I heard my friend cry and he sank to his knees
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother
And I fell by his side and that's how we died
Clinging like kids to each other

And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood
And I wept as his body grew colder
And I called for my mother and she never came
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame

The day not half over and ten thousand slain
And now there's nobody remembers our names
And that's how it is for a soldier

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3 Days Ago - Lyrics - Hurt No More - Mario Winans

Title: 3 Days Ago
Album: Hurt No More
Artist: Mario Winans
Composer(s): Tony Aliperti, Michael Carlos Jones, Mario Mendell Winans

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Lyric:
Time is taken a toll on my life
These days keep on passing me by
I want to see you, but there's no time
So I sit here and stare at the sky
And I'm hopin' that you realize
I want to feel you, but there's no time

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

Time, just won't see me eye to eye
I'm still waiting for you to reply
I need to hear you, but there's no time
So I'll skip this line
I can't deny I miss you
Can we spend more time?

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

I've waited so long to wait for you
And spend all my food, will I ever get through?
What can I do to get this through?
My love is for you, your love is for me

I just can't waste any more time
So tell me what's with you and I
I waited for you so give me time

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

Baby, baby, baby
Oh will I ever get through to you baby?

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4 My Man - Lyrics - Cookbook - Missy Elliott

Title: 4 My Man
Album: Cookbook
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Izzy Avila, Craig Brockman, Jig Iriandaise, Alan Stivell, Bobby Ross Jr Avila

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Lyric:
Like your name is Missy Elliot
My name is Fantasia Barrino
And what I can give, is Fantasia Barrino
Holla at your girl
Two thousand five, whoo

Wake up in the mornin' with my man next to me
Up all night like we've been on that ecstasy
Mixed with Hennessey, he got the remedy
Yeah my nigga into me, I can't say it simply

We, take a quick shower for the hour conversation
Time to have relation, love makin' in the basement
Smack it up, flip it up, crush it
One minute, two minute, I was no question

Who would ever think that I'd be givin' up the goodies
Walkin' 'round naked in a pair of pink footies
Just like them hoes at the shows
Half-dressed clothes doin' whatever, who knows

Nah, I only get freaky with him
No menage-a-trois, not freaky with them
It's just me and my man
Yes, said me and my man

4 my man, I'll do whatever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it make me do thangs
4 my man, I'll last forever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it won't never change

I'm never insecure when we not together
Even though he tell me he in love with Ciara
I'm from a new era and I bring terror
To any chick who check my fella when we together, so

He treat me like a Cinderella, yup
Protect me from the storm like he my umbrella
This fella deserve primo stellar, he be a Roc-A-Fella
Not to Jay-Z and Dame but the charm on the chain be platinum

Jacob Roley lookin' sporty, [Incomprehensible]
Money stackin' keep track and I fax him
If I can't find his ass then his ass out of gas
He only gettin' one pass

My man, is my man and nobody else's
Damn right, I hope y'all felt this
Old ladies 'round the coast-es
You better get focuses 'fore you ever try to approacheth

4 my man, I'll do whatever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it make me do thangs
4 my man, I'll last forever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it won't never change

See when you in love you might have to say it
Don't say you won't, never say you won't
You might get real mad, wan' act all bad
Act up in the street, a few chicks you gotta beat

'Cause they disrespect
Clockin' your man from his feets to his neck, uhh
You gotta let her know that's a no-no, slap her real slow
With a right blow whichever way it go and keep it gangster

Show these bitches that you can't come
Yank 'em, point blank 'em, top rank 'em
I ride for my nigga and I'm happy with the trigger
Scared how you figure?

My man, say it time again
Say my man, my man again
I say my man, it's just me and my man
Said for me and my man

4 my man, I'll do whatever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it make me do thangs
4 my man, I'll last forever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it won't never change

That's my man
Yes it is
This love

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911 - Lyrics - The Rebirth Of Kirk Franklin - Kirk Franklin

Title: 911
Album: The Rebirth Of Kirk Franklin
Artist: Kirk Franklin
Composer(s): Kirk Franklin

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Lyric:
Hello
Hey, it's me, Kirk, I need to speak to bishop
Sure, hold on
Hello
Hey, I got some stuff I need to talk to you about
Lately, pastor I've been having all these crazy kind of dreams
It's hard to sleep, I can't eat scary, you know
I know what you mean

I mean, every since that Tuesday
Seems like life's just getting real strange
I hear ya Anthrax, terrorist attacks
And I ain't even trying to get on no plane
I feel ya
And you know when I try to pray
There's a voice that telling that God's not real

You know that's just the enemy
Yeah, but you ain't feelin' me
No son, I know just know you feel
See, just because I preach and teach don't mean
I don't get scared sometimes

Yeah, whatever, but you TD Jakes
Well, then I don't make mistakes
Well
Now, let me tell you what's on my mind
When your smile is gone
(He cares)

Yeah, but I feel so alone
(He's there and)
Although, your heart is heavy
God said
(Every burden I will bear)
See, but you don't know my
(My pain)

And I'm getting so sick and tired of all
(This rain)
I just got laid off, and to top it off the rent's due
So tell me what I got to gain?
Well, see, trials come to make
(You strong)
Storms won't last
(Last long)

But how can I trust God in all this mess?
Well, see that's the reason for the song
See, wherever you go there's one thing ya got to know
God, is right there by your side
(Weeping may endure for a night)
And he told me to tell you everything
(Every thing's Egon' be alright)

So thank you for calling it's always good to hear from you
Yeah, but
But I gotta go now
Wait a minute
I got another call on line 2
But I ain't through

See I'm sick and tired of all these church folk talking
About stuff ain't as bad as it seems
See, y'all don't feel my pain
I don't have pain?
I don't see how you on the cover on Time magazine

See, but you're looking at now and you don't know
How I struggled and what I've been through
Yeah, whatever
Now, you crossed the line
I'm just speaking' my mind
Okay, so let me speak mine, too
(Hmm)

I've made some mountains, I've seen some valleys
I've even had to cry sometimes
Like when I lost my mother
Your mother?
My mother
I'm sorry

No son that's fine
See life is full of ups and downs but God said
(The storm won't last long)
But how's you make it through?
Boy, I thought you knew it was His
(Love that kept me strong)

When your smile is gone
(He cares)
But I feel so alone
(He's there and)
Although, your heart is heavy, God said
(Every burden I will bear)
Yeah, but see y'all don't feel
(My pain)

And I'm getting very sick and tired of all this
(This rain)
Just got laid off, and to top it off the rent's due
So tell me, bishop, what I gotta gain?
Didn't I tell you trials come to make
(You strong)
And those old storms won't
(Last long)

How can I trust God in the midst of all this mess?
See that's the reason for this song
Wherever you go there's something ya got to know
(God still cares)
(Weeping may endure for a night)
And he told me to tell you
(Every thing's gon' be alright)

Thank you, pastor
Any time
I think I can make it now just tell me what I need to do
Just pray this prayer with me

Say, father
(Father)
Forgive me
(Forgive me)
I'm sorry
(I'm sorry)

Please help me
(Help me)
I love you
(I love you)
I need you
(I need you)

Hold me
(Hold me)
Jesus
(Jesus)
My heart
(My heart)
My soul
(My soul)

Please take
(Please take)
Control
(Control)
Right now
(Now)
Now
(Now)
Now
(Now)
(Right now)

When you ain't got no smile
(He cares)
And even when you feel so alone
(He's there and)
Although your heart is heavy, God said
(Every burden I will bear)
And even in the midst of all ya
(Pain)
And when you're sick and tired of all the rain
(This rain)

Remember that the rain won't last always and in Christ Jesus
You got so much to gain
You see your trials come to make you
(Strong)
And the storms won't last
(Too long)
Remember my brother, my sister it's only temporary
See that's the reason for this song

Wherever you go
There's something you've got to know
God is still there
(Weeping may endure for a night)
And told me to tell you
(Every thing's gon' be alright)

[Unverified]

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Adrenaline - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: Adrenaline
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita

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Lyric:
Bring it to these niggas son
Yeah, it's that war shit
It's that war shit
[Incomprehensible]
And you know what Dun

It makes you sick to hear the Mobb bang like this
Infamous for the world to hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock with this
My dun's heads bop to this, we stand out like a tourist
And make more noise than them other rap niggas
No gimmicks, just pure adrenaline

Raw lyrics, incredible beats, don't mean to rub it in
But you're small time, beneath our feet
Straight ass cheeks, niggas be askin' for ass whippings
Guns kick like Pelle, my big shit be jumping like Jordan
Often lay a man down on the floor, when it gets like that
I'm not blowing off rounds, so you can hear sounds

So you can run back, actin' like you a vet
And swearin' you dead, you survived some real shit
Now what's this? It's not going down like this
Ground that nigga like punishment
Dumpin' out full clips when we dumb out
Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out

Dun you bugged out, I'm trying to walk a peaceful route
But niggas always got mouth 'til that piece come out
And niggas always gonna think something sweet
Until they least expect you bringing action exactly

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Feel the gat blow while your shit rips
My shit'll hit while you lettin' niggas go
So you can lower the wrist
That'll only put odds against any attempt
Any provoke uprise, you ain't got it in you
First of all, you too soft for fastball

Point game track, y'all merk like a jaguar nascar
And be out Buck 80 on the slow mar
Hennesy spillin' all over my radar
Stay charged, niggas getting amped off the Mobb shit
Have you wildin' out on some club shit
Fit to make you dance at the same time, stop and glance
Slap flames out the nigga with the wrong idea

Young niggas, young minds, but that quite contraire
Young niggas, smart niggas, who started from the stairs
How dare, you try to come around the way?
In fear like a nigga that been there for years
Shout words that we live, but don't play with it
'Cause when the shit go down, you be like they did it

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Taste test this, military shit, bitches love this
They mans wanna dub this, thugness
It ain't easy to find, shit like mine
I'm a rare species, you're a dime a gross
That's a dozen heist the least, keep silence the most
Regulate with the rest of my establishment
Blast out the pockets of coke, make the cops boat
I break down your whole background yo

Irons, a permanent flesh, your clothes soakin'
You feel the shot pain every heartbeat throbbin'
Don't get excited, you'll only make it worse fighting
Spent most of my nights graveyard shifting
Make burial grounds, be that man, grim reaper
With all pleasure, pick his feet up, pick the heat up
Let's do it like the crematory
Make it hot, make the temperature rise like mercury

When I feel like getting' bent
Yo don't fuck with it Dun
I'm a drink away the pain until the brain get numb
Can't take all my dogs getting lost in the fog
Never to return, I guess they heard God's call
And nature don't surprise me now
Prepare for the worst, and never believe the silver line clouds
Scrutinize crowds, my surroundings
Get suspect, we start four-poundin' shit

Picture me up in the mix
With the next man broke and is on my dick
A good man of plenty, but an enemy, it was clear
I just be another problem, that he feenin' to fix
But I can't have that, pull out, I try to grab that
Caught one nigga's like Mahadat

Guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Tonight we gon' get this party early
So let's get it right

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After The Ceasefire - Lyrics - Marianne Faithfull

Title: After The Ceasefire
Artist: Marianne Faithfull
Composer(s): Marianne Faithfull, Daniel Lanois

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Lyric:
After the ceasefire that they swore would last
She had the bright idea, to hell with the past
That's where love lay bleeding licking at its wounds
The times were never changing sticking to their guns

She thought she really meant it, that's the honest truth
She felt it in her marrow, she felt it in her boots
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire

The man she married, he was something else
He adored the chaos, smashing all the delft
The man she married, he was something else
He had the sudden notion, it's time to call a truth

It's time to lead a quiet life for the love of Jeeze
Let's sit down together and engage in talks of peace
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire

He was Irish Catholic, she had English blood
They met in a good restaurant, they gave the secret knot
She ordered fish and lentils, he the kidney stew
She played with bold impulses, wine turned his lips blue

They left in separate taxis to the same address
In case someone was watching and there they did confess
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire

It was all the others' fault, they thought at any rate
After the ceasefire to put an end to hate
She was reaching for her knife, he a fork and spoon
They sat about devouring the poison of the moon

Shared a fatal cigarette neither one would light
Their breath was flame enough, nobody said goodnight
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire

After the ceasefire that they swore would last
They had the strange idea of living in the past
That's where love lies bleeding, licking at its wounds
The times are never changing, sticking to their guns

They sit about devouring the poison of the moon
The times were never singing the same tune
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire

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All I Need Is A Miracle - Lyrics - Mike &Amp; The Mechanics

Title: All I Need Is A Miracle
Artist: Mike &Amp; The Mechanics
Composer(s): Christopher Neil, Mike Rutherford

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Lyric:
1, 2, 3, 4

Go if you wanna go
Stay if you wanna stay
I didn't care if you hung around me
I didn't care if you went away

Knew you were never right
I'll admit I was never wrong
I could never make up my mind
I made it up as I went along

Though I treated you like a child
I'm gonna miss you for the rest of my life, ha

All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you

Never had any time
And I never had any call
But I went out of my way just to hurt you
The one I shouldn't hurt at all

Thought I was being cool
Yeah, I thought I was being strong
But it's always the same old story
You never know what you've got 'til it's gone

If I ever catch up with you
I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life, ha

All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you

Ever catch up with you
Gonna love you for the rest of your life, ha

All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need, all I need, all I need is a miracle
All I need is a miracle, all I need, yeah

All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you

All I need, all I need is a miracle
All I need, all I need is a miracle
All I need is a miracle, all I need, yeah, is you

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All The World - Lyrics - Masque - Kansas

Title: All The World
Album: Masque
Artist: Kansas
Composer(s): Robert Steinhardt, Steve Walsh

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Lyric:
All the world's forgiving the change is all around
And people everywhere have seen the light in what they've found
It's a happy place in the human race
When all our lives are lived forgiving

All the world's for living when love is what you find
Despair and loneliness you've got to leave them far behind
Tell the clouds to go let the feeling show
It's great when your life is full of living

Everyone's aware
They know to change the world we've got to care
And people all should know should have happened long ago
Or could it be that I just now found out

Life is meant to share
And it means the same thing everywhere
Living everyday, helping people on their way
'Cause sometimes life gives everyone some doubts

Can I have time? Is it right what I feel?
At times I doubt what I normally know is real
But right now I don't know what to do and it's all because of you
I could tell you if I knew that you'd believe

As slight and elusive as life sometimes is
Right or wrong as we both know we all can be
I could never have denied that I need you by my side
'Cause without you life don't seem that much to me

I can see an old man cry, it's his time to die
And life no longer gives him any breaks
He hasn't got a home, no one to call his own
Still he tells no one that it is more than he can take

Till the time is so unkind, an empty future plays in your mind
When the darkness cries out to you
Can you escape it? What can you do?
Oh, what can you do?

All the world's forgetting the hate that filled our hearts
The times of selfish reasoning that keeps us all apart
This world was meant to share, let them know you care
By making someone's life worth living

All the world's believing that this feeling's got to stay
Till all the world is living
Till all the world is giving
Till all the world is loving every day

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Apologize - Lyrics - Dance With My Father - Luther Vandross

Title: Apologize
Album: Dance With My Father
Artist: Luther Vandross
Composer(s): Rex K Rideout, Luther Vandross

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Lyric:
Yeah
Yeah
Oo yeah

Your love?s never been better
So good it?s a sin
But it?s time for a decision
Is it me or him?

Before you make your mind up, hear me
I just want you to see things clearly
This should be about love, not money
Don?t let him try to take you from me

I don?t wanna have to apologize
I don?t wanna feel I?ve been penalized
Just ?cause I can drive in a better car
Live in a bigger house just like a superstar

He says that I can only give you
Material things, but that?s not true
You see my heart is rich with love for you
Don?t let him make you doubt my love for you
Yeah, baby

I work hard for my money
No one gave it to me
But some fools think the deeper the pocket
The smaller the heart will be, not true

I?m only tryin? to share me with you
Look at all the lovin? we do
Find the meaning in the words I?m sayin?
I?m not just another player playin?

I don?t wanna have to apologize or give a damn
And I don?t appreciate being criticized for who I am
Just ?cause I can buy you a lotta things or take you any place
That?s just what money brings

He wants you to believe that I?m tryin? to buy your love
?Cause that?s what he would do
He thinks since he?s a man with nothing
That he?s got better love for you, no way

Tell him now, let him go
Or I can no longer be yours
Tell him how you feel about me
I can?t keep standing on the side
And let him fill your mind with lies about me

Leave him with his fallacies
I don?t care what bull he believes
Tell him that enough is enough
Just don?t return a disbeliever
You?ve always been a willing receiver of my love

I don?t think I have to apologize, I work for this
I don?t wanna feel like I?m penalized for being rich
Doesn?t bother me where he thinks I stand
I?m bein? my true self, just doin? what I can

He thinks I won you with materiality
But honey, you know that?s not so
And even if he understood me
It?s simply time for him to go, so let him go

I don?t wanna change you
?Cause I?m in love with who you are
So I don?t wanna apologize for bein? a superstar
Haven?t I proved that I?m here for you?
What am I guilty of? What did or didn?t I do?

Maybe I can?t be myself with somebody
Who believes such things are true
I?m losing self-respect from trying
I?m losing my desire too, I can?t do it

I don?t wanna have to apologize or give a damn
I don?t wanna feel I?ve been penalized for who I am
Just ?cause I can buy you a lotta things or take you any place
That?s just what money brings

He wants you to believe that I?m tryin? to buy your love
?Cause that?s what he would do
He says that he?s a man with nothing
That he?s got better love for you, no way

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Back Stage Passes - Lyrics - Matthew - Kool Keith

Title: Back Stage Passes
Album: Matthew
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton, Kurt Matlin

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Lyric:
Don't I know you? Do you? Well, I'm Laurie Kessler
Haven't we met before? Have we? Maybe not, back stage

See girl, after the show I'm not to be idolized
Overwhelmed by a new obsessed fan
No, I don't wanna answer your questions
Are you some kind of journalist, followin' me around?

Come on in the bathroom
Now you wanna see how Keith acts at home
Call your girlfriends, now you wanna see the way I P I S S
Beggin' me to get a magic marker to sign my name on your back

You're very young and giggly with pre-washed Levi's on
You don't know how to act, let's party, how about it?
I don't wanna party, drink Bacardi, what you think I look like?
The purple dragon, Barney?

Back stage, you're excited, back stage passes
You're excited, girls lookin' all around
Back stage, you're excited, back stage passes
You're excited, stop lookin' all around
Back stage, you're excited

I'm totally attracted to you but you turn me off as a fan
Approachin' me back stage with a guy that's not your friend
Lyin' to get a laminate, is that your man?
Some weird guy starin' at me like Peter Pan

There's no time to talk about how I got started in rap
I'm goin' straight home, you don't know, I'ma leave you alone
Why should I waste my time, get no sleep?
I just got off stage, you're still complainin'

You shoulda stayed on stage longer at the New Orleans Super Dome
What you want from me? You took my picture
You got my autograph, I'm not tryin' to crack any more Coronas
I hate the smell of beadies and you have a bunch of dinky friends
And a adolescent staff, you are immature

Back stage, you're excited, back stage passes
You're excited, girls lookin' all around
Back stage, you're excited

Laugh at yourself, put your whole world on the shelf
Do that stupid stuff with weird Al Yankovich
Go try to figure out somebody else, first of all
You're livin' through my CD, second, you don't know me

Base your life on fan magazines, I go shoppin' everyday
When I'm in a small borin' city, you don't see me
If I told you I had eighteen hands, you're so tuned
And tweaked out, your ass would believe me

Back stage passes, you're excited
Girls lookin' all around, back stage, you're excited
Back stage passes, you're excited
Girls lookin' all around, back stage, you're excited

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Z - Big Chips - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Big Chips
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven Williams, Robert Kelly, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter, Jean Claude Oliver

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Lyric:
Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, big trips to Vegas nigga
Big cribs and the whips is spacious
Any day they could dig your grave
Shit, so Big is my inspiration, dig

No reward that's the risk is taken
In which case you niggaz
Wouldn't wanna switch places
I on the other hand relish the situation
Thank the Lord for the gift, I'm gracious

I went overboard, look at this big bracelet
I overhauled it you wouldn't recognize it
From the time that I bought it I just replaced it

I risk cases for shit like this
Nigga I pray for some shit like this
Word to my Uncle Ray
Who gave us life for some shit like this
Ma you rollin' I'm as real as it gets

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, I can't take this
The way you move your ass slow like Matrix
You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas
Before I toss chips first, get naked

I can't fake it, girl you got the club shut down when you freak it
Superstar honey, so mean and vicious
Got a lot and comin', I'm so mean and vicious
Bark, bark farmer, this chicken layin' platinum ex-farmer

So go low mama, give it a go
As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio
Girl you so good I'm swervin' like whoa! whoa
Uh oh, uh uh oh, from the club to the stretch
Out the stretch to the hotel, into the hotel suite

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, I'm a boss I said
Tilt my hat and I cross my legs
Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread
And the pigeons start flockin', ballin' like Bishop Locklin'

And stick Cochran on any DA, to try to stop him
So any gunplay that is an option
I been doin' this since niggaz was woppin'
Rockin Izods with the matchin' socks, and
Slap boxin' in the back park and when the girls start watchin'
Try to get real, you had to drop 'em

See I ain't never been a fronter
Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don't want ya number
Either you're comin' or I one ya
Either you know what you want ma, I don't even want ya
You play pretty if you wanna

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin' big chips

All around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go you wanna go
Say we goin' around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go, do you wanna go?

Uh, come on, Tone, I see ya
Jigga, Kells, uh, yeah, Track Masters
What's really good, we in the islands chillin'
In the shade and shit you know

Blue waters, yellow sand, uh either I'm high or
I think I just saw a dolphin
What you drinkin' Jay?
Me, myself I'm drinkin' on this lemonade, make me some
I don't know what the shit it is
But you got me real nice right now
Taylor play this track now, good night

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Big Momma Thang - Lyrics - Hardcore - Lil' Kim

Title: Big Momma Thang
Album: Hardcore
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, James Sylvester, Adrian Bartos, James Kowan Lloyd, Harvey Fuqua, Kimberly Jones

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Lyric:
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha

I used to be scared of the dick now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yeah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands

Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thang
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty one
And another one, and another one, and another one

Twenty four carats nigga that's when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll and play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage, baby carriage? Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the time

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with me
Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
Pull a high power coup make, you jump ship
Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew

Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up
Spread a ill boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas
Pushin' backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
Rock Little Kim hats and shit

I gets down and dirty for the doe, I got love and Big know it
He must got the studio bug
Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street
With the mafia thugs and all types of heat

But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin to eat
Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet
And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's
Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me at high priced Beam's
Face on TV's, platinum CD's

Shit, I never fought saw a nigga wha, pussy greased up
Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin', half a million
Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down

Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
Never sixty eight and owe one, takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for pape's

Yeah, I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin' mine
And I'm married to this ya'll strategy misses still plannin' weddin's
Mafia also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull shit

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

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Birthday - Lyrics - Blurring The Edges - Meredith Brooks

Title: Birthday
Album: Blurring The Edges
Artist: Meredith Brooks
Composer(s): Shelly Peiken, Meredith Brooks

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Lyric:
When's your birthday? What's your middle name?
Who's you're hero?
What's your favorite flavor ice-cream?
Can you tell me, tell me this

Are you Aries?
Are you on the cusp of cancer?
Gonna get to know you better
What? No, it's not a quiz

Well, you can trust me now
We'll dig a little deeper
Let's trade numbers, let's trade beepers
I can't find you any place

Hey, why are you looking at your watch?
We haven't had desert
It's early just 8:30, only our first date

I wanna know do you love me yet?
Do you feel the same? Are you everything?
I wanna know, isn't true love great?
Come on tell me, when's your birthday?

Where ya going? Why ya leavin'?
After all we've been through
Can't you think of me, I'll think of you
Don't throw it all away

I'll quit my job, I'll have you're children
You'll work hard, I'll spend your millions
Hey, no pressure, you've got time
Just don't make me wait

I wanna know, do you believe in fate?
When you're moving in, be my everything
I wanna know, we are for always
Come on tell me, when's your birthday?
When's your birthday?

And it isn't just a oxytocin high
I never felt this way about any other guy before
I ain't getting any younger
I ain't fooling anymore

I wanna know, do you love me yet?
I wanna wear your ring, be your everything
I wanna know, isn't true love great?
Come on tell me, come on tell me

I wanna know, do you believe in fate?
Do you feel the same? Be my everything
I wanna know, isn't true love great?
Come on tell me, when's your birthday?

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Black Chick White Guy - Lyrics - Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - Kid Rock

Title: Black Chick White Guy
Album: Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Robert Ritchie

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Lyric:
Black chick, white guy
Does it mean shit, maybe?
I don't know, but yo it never phased me
But either way here's one tail

Of two like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the eighth grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class

Where everything he did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tail of a broken home
Her momma was an alkie and more like a friend

Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it, couldn't rearrange it so there it was
Anyway the two kept on

With the phone calls notes and so on and so on
And after the bullshitin' and whatten'
That day came the two started fuckin'
All the time you know kids habit's

Every single day fuckin' like rabbits
Sneakin' out the car when he was 15
Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night see
Fuckin' during lunch in the junior high bathrooms

Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms
His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet
Ninth grade came, I'm pregnant
Shit got frantic and man, oh Lord it was a tough decision

But they decided to abort it
It might have been right, it might have been wrong
But one thing's for sure, it really fucked his head up
Where is it, who is it, how is it, was it right?

These are the things he thought in bed at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chick with a real white accent

Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
Yeah, she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside

See all the first guy did was just love her
While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her
She was livin' all wild
I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child

She asked the first guy to have his baby
He looked at her like she must be crazy
He was makin' records and goin' on tour
20,000 people hip hoppin' on the floor

And all that while she sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line she got slapped
And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away
And he did, he got caught with a loaded gun

And went to jail, but first she had his son
Oh and now what to do
She had no man, no money, and no clue
Now the other guy came back from tourin'

And she called him up early one mornin'
They hooked up her mind was blown
As he began to raise her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with man

And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

Now for the next year there was some good times
A few bad times, mostly good times
See he was a ramblin' man to the bone
He liked women and wine and he loved to roam

Not like she was any kind of Saint
See in this story there's a lot of red paint
But time kept slippin' and made her crazy
And she talked about havin' another baby

The guy was like, oh Lord
We got one now that we can't afford
But she convinced she could handle even two
Said I want your child or I'm leavin' you

I can't figure out why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached to her and her son
All confused about what to do
That girl met another guy and was fuckin' him too

Slut, could barely pay her rent
And then the same old shit, I'm pregnant
And if that ain't some shit 'cuz
The girl didn't even know who the father was

And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the fourth of July

Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing
Kinda like a shooting star
He was happy told his family and friends

Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his
And that crushed him quick
Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick
But before he found all that out

From the same chic another kid popped out
And that shit's real I'll
Girl told him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill
She must have known all along

The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin' to latch on
Three different kids from three different men
History repeats itself again
And after some more shit got stirred

He kicked that bitch to the curb
And now from her, he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit
Huh, And he loves him
But still you don't know the fuckin' half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'

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Bullet - Lyrics - Bullet - Mat Kearney

Title: Bullet
Album: Bullet
Artist: Mat Kearney
Composer(s): Mathew William Kearney, Robert L Marvin

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Lyric:
Yesterday, I was sitting, recalling, reminiscing
Trying to remember whenever there was nobody listening
Before the hugging and the kissing, the booing and the hissing
All I had was just a vision, all I had was my ambition
Your love without condition kept me swinging when I'm missing
My eyes upon the prize kept me striving for the mission

When I was down for the count, falling out of commission
I can hear your voice now screaming out "Son, listen
Get on up, don't give up, though you struck opposition
Time to buck all that stuff, find out what's your condition"
Like a pull in my soul, like keys in my ignition
Call You all my commission, my love and my vision and

It doesn't matter if they call me wrong
Doesn't matter if they steal my song
Doesn't matter if we're all alone
It doesn't matter at all

'Cause I would take a bullet for You
I would take a bullet for You
I would cross any line, I'd swim across the sea
I would take a bullet for You
I would take a bullet for You
I would lose it all, I'd take my fall
To show you it's for real

Remember, when we used to flow together back in the park
You would sling guitar licks under the stars in the dark
You'd say let's grow together as this world falls apart
I was holding on to hope but hardly holding a spark
All the rhymes that I wrote You'd call dope from the start
I'd be like a pure note, like a quote on the mark

You'd go to every show and promote from the start
From the beginning we've been building much more than this art
Remember bearing scars in your car to impart your heart
You cared enough to call my bluff through the junk from the start
That's why You're holding onto half of my heart, You've been
There through the times, through the nights that were dark and

It doesn't matter if they call me wrong
Doesn't matter if they steal my song
Doesn't matter if we're all alone
It doesn't matter at all

'Cause I would take a bullet for You
I would take a bullet for You
I would cross any line, I'd swim across the sea
I would take a bullet for You
I would take a bullet for You
I would lose it all, I'd take my fall
To show you it's for real

It's for real now
It's for real
It's for real now
It's for real

It doesn't matter if they call me wrong
Doesn't matter if they steal my song
Doesn't matter if we're all alone
It doesn't matter at all

It doesn't matter if they call me wrong
Doesn't matter if they steal my song
Doesn't matter if we're all alone
It doesn't matter at all

'Cause I would take a bullet for You
I would take a bullet for You
I would cross any line, I'd swim across the sea
I would take a bullet for You
I would take a bullet for You
I would lose it all, I'd take my fall
To show you it's for real

And it's for real now
And it's for real
And it's for real now
And it's for real

And it's for real now
And it's for real
And it's for real now
And it's for real

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Busa Rhyme - Lyrics - Da Real World - Missy Elliott

Title: Busa Rhyme
Album: Da Real World
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Robert W Parissi, Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, Marshall Mathers

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Lyric:
Slim Shady
Slim Shady
Slim Shady

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes
There's three things I hate, girls, women and bitches
I'm that vicious to walk up, and drop-kick midgets
They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' pregnant chick in her stomach with luggage
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out
I'm lookin' for someone "Of" to beat the crap "Out"
I'm bringin' you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Yeah

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy

I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically
(One more time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity
Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following
It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic's world
Full of earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls

Covered in throw-up and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up
(Shut up!)
I made this rap game suspenseful, coz now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote with a pencil
(Bitch)
And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the oakwood
'Coz everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' your words together for nuttin'

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
What's the deal?
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Yeah, who?

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
What's the deal?
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want what you got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want
(Yo)
What you want
(Yo)
Ahh uhh yo

"A person from another planet might disagree with you"
"Well, if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth"

Slim Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim Shady
Misdemeanor

I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends
Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see your fuckin' legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin' next to you
(Ahh!)
Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin' at the couch

Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building
And shot every window out on the way down to the ground
(Keep filming!)
Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped 'em in half
Suffocated the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the east and west beefin' again
Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma watch you MC's die
Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and
Uhh, you will have to clean up the mess
(Uh-huh)

It's rainin' rainin' and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, 'coz pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me damnit? Bitch get down
Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile
(Uh-huh)
Lay 'em on down, like they lived underground
(Uh)
For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we found
Get your ass, kicked later, or get your ass, kicked now

Uhh, one-two
Misdemeanor, Slim Shady
Timbaland, motherfucker
Uhh uhh uhh
Cool, cool, cool
Triple zero

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Z - Can'T Knock The Hustle - Lyrics - Reasonable Doubt - Jay

Title: Z - Can'T Knock The Hustle
Album: Reasonable Doubt
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Jerome C Foster, Lesette Wilson, William Marcus Miller, Joyce Melisa Morgan, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Bounce, bounce, bounce, Jay-Z,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella, y'all
Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella, y'all
Check, check

Yo, I'm makin' short term goals, when the weather folds
Just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold
Chilly with enough bail money to Free a big Willy
High stakes, I got more at stake than Philly

Shoppin' sprees, copin' three
Deuce fever, IS's fully loaded, hehe, yes
Bouncin' in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like buddha
50 G's to the crap shooter, niggaz can't fade me

Chrome socks beamin' through my peripheral I see ya schemin'
Stop dreamin', I leave your body steamin'
Niggaz is fiendin', what's the meanin'?
I'm leanin' on any nigga intervenin'
With the sound of my money machine-in'

My cup runneth over with hundreds
I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and runnin'
Y'all niggas don't want it, I got the Godfather flow
The Don Juan DeMarco, swear to God, don't get it fucked up

I'm takin' out this time
To give you a piece of my mind
'Cause you can't knock the hustle
Who do you think you are?
Baby, one day you'll be a star

Last seen out of state where I drop my slang
I'm deep in the South kickin' up top game
Bouncin' on the highway, switchin' fo' lanes
Screamin' through the sunroof 'Money Ain't A Thang'

Your worst fear confirmed
Me and my fam' roll tight like The Firm
Gettin' down for life, that's right, you better learn
Why play with fire, burn?
We get together like a choir to acquire what we desire

We do dirt like worms, produce G's like sperm
'Til legs spread like germs
I got extensive hoes with expensive clothes
And I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows

What y'all don't know?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause you can't knock the hustle

But until the late thang, I'm the one who's crazy
'Cause that's the way you're makin' me feel
'Cause you can't knock the hustle
I'm just tryin' to get mine, I don't have the time
To knock the hustle for real

Yo, y'all niggaz lunchin', punchin' the clock
My function is to make much and lay back munchin'
Sippin' Remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin' to watch
Nothin' to stop, unstoppable

Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew
I gotta let you niggaz know the time like Movado
My motto 'Stack rocks like Colorado'
Auto off the champagne, Cristals by the bottle

It's a damn shame what you're not though, who? Me
Slick like a gato, fuckin' Jay-Z
My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me
Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what

Straight bananas, can a nigga see me?
Got the US Open, advantage Jigga
Serve like Sampras, play fake a rappers like a campus
Le Tigre, son, you're too eager
You ain't havin' it? Good, me either

Let's, get together and make this whole world believe us, huh?
At my arrangement, screamin'
All us blacks got is sports and entertainment
Until we even, thievin' as long as I'm breathin'
Can't knock the way a nigga eatin', fuck you even

I'm takin' out this time
To give you a piece of my mind
Who do you think you are?
Baby, one day you'll be a star

But until the late thang, I'm the one who's crazy
'Cause that's the way you're makin' me feel
I'm just tryin' to get mine, I don't have the time
To knock the hustle for real

Roc-A-Fella, y'all and we rule shit
Roc-A-Fella, y'all
For you can't knock the hustle

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Change - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Change
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Christopher Charle Lloyd, Jack Polo, Peter Rogers

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Lyric:
Yeah, uh, yeah
I like the way that sound
Now

Check, n**** ya feelin' like a frog in a jump
One weed will bring you from the bottom the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
I'ma rain on 'em, put the chump a slump

Like a rib shot
That's what the customers want
Don't cha, this ain't the typical story
Therefore I don't fall in the category

I'm cool calm and collective
You con'in a Lexus
Blew chronic for breakfast
It match with the necklace

Nines only down til' the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous warn specialist
Especially if you rest next to me
N**** come testin' me, you get the gun recipe

These old n****z want the new born sound
Actin' like they don't know who holdin' New York down
Yeah, I used to buy Nick's, ten years later now
I'm super-fly slick without a roof on my whip, s***

I sip a hundred proof til' I'm ripped
And wave at the haters who got a root canal sick
Tell n****z 'Like to make a scene' so the llama's close
That kind of s*** don't fly like mumma jokes

So they got 'em long-short, Old kinda toast
More out of left s***, trailers all around the coast
To places you get around by boat, I get a pound I smoke
I put 'em down them dope

I'm real scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop
A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot
This apple jacks, be long before the platinum plaques
The Pro Tools and the wax

Take a step back 'fore you catch a contact
The flows like an M-16 with an arm-strap
I'ma bomb on n****z until they can't bomb back
The Hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack

All of s*** changed since a came
A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn'

Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake, I can't wait

Until the curtains close
It's just me and Tony, in them purple O's
Indoor overload, drive like I own the roads
These n****z is p*** that's why my shoulders cold

M by the toted bow, I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer
'Cause I can have Lamina Calina bring to a mister meaner
You drown in deep water, any n**** around come
From the street corner, where you need your heat on ya

I'm on the climb while my next CD climbs South side
Greedy Dine, red wine, DB9, NYPD grind
Why? It ain't an easy grind
A n**** try to get mine, I'ma feed him nine

And it's graffiti time, n****az sprayin' ya mural
For try'na by a motherf***in' hero
I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on the nasty, n**** you in a taxi

All of s*** changed since a came
A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn'

Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake, I can't wait

Ha, ha, yeah, uh
G-Unit
Raw

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