Ballin Out Of Control - Lyrics - Instructions - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Ballin Out Of Control
Album: Instructions
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Rahman Griffin, Nathaniel Hale, Jermaine Dupri, Bryan Michael Cox

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Lyric:
Chiti chiti, bang bang, Don Chi Chi, that's me
Rollin' with you nigga Nate D
You know these niggas straight bang, big game D
Ballin' with the 21st street

Chiti chiti, bang bang, Don Chi Chi, that's me
Still makin' tight ass beats, that's right
I'm rollin' in my brome, I stay sweet
Ain't nobody ballin' like me

It goes, mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the biggest baller of all
I got a 700, a Bentley and a Magine
The girls just die when I'm ridin' past

Live life like I'm sellin' pies
Arabian with two or three wives
Two or three houses to hide
Ten cars parked outside
And they all got bodies that's wide

Follow me as the Leer jet flies over Crimson Tides
Four bedroom duplex in the sky
Nicknamed Lottery 'cuz I don't stop spendin'
When the wheels stop, the chrome keep spinnin'

Like the six moon walkin', shit I ain't talkin'
I'm straight livin' it, it's a wonder I ain't shiverin'
I'm so frozen and you've been chosen
To roll with me and Nate D O double G, sing

It's five o'clock in the mornin'
I've already downed five, I've already downed five Mo's
See you around my block on the weekend
All we do is chase bad, all we do is chase bad hoes

Ask me, "What we did was crime?"
If not then I just say no, then I just say no
Three girls a date, that's my limit
We ballin' outta control, we ballin' outta control

Now whether you like me or not, whenever I drop
You know I give you number one hits, platinum hot
It's so much clarity in my rocks, I'm thinkin' like
It's gotta be somebody greater, maybe it's not

'Cuz I flow for those who get that dough
Hits for every chick with a size C tits
See it's like this, I don't mind wavin' at you kids
But I can't manage to raise my wrist

Jewels so heavy, y'all fools ain't ready
My twenty two shot the streets into confetti
Move like Andretti, red linin'
Whatever city I'm in, I'm headlinin'

At five a.m., I'm still lookin for Mo'
Still gettin' crunk, still lettin' it flow
Bar outta Cris', now I'm drinkin' Mo'
Stomach upset, I feel like I'm about to let it go

It's five o'clock in the mornin'
Got my pedal to the flow, got my pedal to the flow
It's time I test my 600
Wonder how fast this bitch go, wonder how fast this bitch go

Three girls and two of 'em sleepin'
One got her hands on my bow, one got her hands on my bow
Sun's comin up, we still drinkin'
We ballin' outta control, really ballin' outta control

Dance, everybody
And everybody just clap your hands, let me see y'all
Dance, everybody
Everybody just clap your hands, let me see y'all

Dance, everybody
And everybody just clap your hands, let me see y'all
Dance, everybody
Everybody just clap your hands

Chiti chiti, bang bang, Don Chi Chi
Rollin' with you nigga Nate D
You know these niggas straight bang, big game D
Ballin' with the 21st street

Chiti chiti, bang bang, Don Chi Chi
Still makin' tight ass beats
I'm rollin' in my brome, I stay sweet
Ain't nobody ballin' like me

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Ben - Lyrics - Number Ones - Michael Jackson

Title: Ben
Album: Number Ones
Artist: Michael Jackson
Composer(s): Walter Scharf, Don Black

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Lyric:
Ben, the two of us need look no more
We both found what we were looking for
With my friend to call my own I'll never be alone
And you my friend will see, you've got a friend in me

Ben, you're always running here and there
You feel you're not wanted anywhere
If you ever look behind and don't like what you find
There's something you should know, you've got a place to go

I used to say, "I", And "Me"
Now it's "Us", Now it's "We"

Ben, most people would turn you away
I don't listen to a word they say
They don't see you as I do I wish they would try to
I'm sure they'd think again if they had a friend like Ben
Like Ben, like Ben

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Big Girl - Lyrics - Nastradamus - Nas

Title: Big Girl
Album: Nastradamus
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Robert Douglas, Nasir Jones, Lamar Bryant, Roy Hamilton, Leshan Lewis

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Lyric:
(You're a big girl now)
Fully grown with your hormones now
Got your own home and you alone
Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
(No more daddy's little girl)

You a big girl now in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't wanna be around
(You're a big girl now)
She's sexy, she got it, she ride it

Every nigga wanna be inside it
(No more daddy's little girl)
I need her, I'll eat her
Do anything to please her
My ghetto queen of Sheba

I'm the type that'll get you by the fireplace
Get you hype when I lick it, put it in your face
Sipping red wine, is it bedtime
You can kick it with your nigga while we listen to Faith

I'm feeling richer today, I can hit it then stay
Lingerie make me take it to the kitchen and play
We got champagne, whipped cream, I'ma grab a bucket of ice
Bubble bath running and the candlelight feeling so right

It's your night, no stress, no fight
Mad at your ex 'cause his dough tight
Never go right when you're with him
Try you best to forget him 'cause it's easy to please me

CD skip when your head board hit the wall
Call for the Lord
Right when you cum, I'm biting your tongue
Make your legs cramp up, you can't stand up

You can hit a blunt if you want
I'ma pull my pants up
We can discuss a weekend of lust on top of the trust
Tell me what's the reason for us to love or to fuck

I'm the thug that you want
If it's gangster we can't front
If you want me I can stay around
If you need me, I'm here for you

How that sound?
Now it's up to you
Depending on how you wanna get down
'Cause you're a big girl now

(You're a big girl now)
Fully grown with your hormones now
Got your own home and you alone
Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
(No more daddy's little girl)

You a big girl now in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't wanna be around
(You're a big girl now)
She's sexy, she got it, she ride it

Every nigga wanna be inside it
(No more daddy's little girl)
I need her, I'll eat her
Do anything to please her
My ghetto queen of Sheba

Got your name and your number in my cell phone
Hear your voice and I wonder where you are, if you all alone
If you in a good mood, if you not
Or you thinking 'bout, you was at my spot

What we did when we got hot
Is you dreaming you had me?
Is you creaming your panties?
Like a king fed me grapes and you fanned me

On the couch to the floor, to the bed, to the sink
And we ate each other like candy
Under the covers, two intimate lovers
You fuck a nigga like you mad at me

Throw the ass to me, you should be glad to be
In the presence of a real thug as bad as me
While I'm in the streets with my murdering squad
You talking to your friends that I'm hurting it hard

How I'm making my rod, how I make you say, "Oh God"
Every hoe that you know wanna know Nas
Gotta dodge all the blow jobs, getting hard
'Cause you know how these girls are

Wearing tight shit, no panties, no bra
Running up to my car with menage a trois suggestions
Starting to get an erection
Guessing, only if you knew how your crew stressing

Complexion chocolatey, fondle me, thinking it's time to leave
I need time to breathe
Wanna follow me, Ironically
You pop up, throwing bottles at my Tahoe

Like it's my fault
But you don't wanna talk
Don't wanna hear nothing, all of a sudden
You and the shorty start scuffing

Now shorty dumping you out
Can't let her get the best of you
So I rescue you

Only thing left to do was to grab her
So you can jab her, get a cheap shot
You don't wanna feel chumped
Now here the cops come

So we gotta run to the ride
Then we drive off through the traffic
Don't panic but you know how we gotta manage
Looking at your face

And the damage in your facial
Every angle, can't let it faze you
No reason to be insecure or immature
Baby girl see the world is yours

(You're a big girl now)
Fully grown with your hormones now
Got your own home and you alone
Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
(No more daddy's little girl)

You a big girl now in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't wanna be around
(You're a big girl now)
She's sexy, she got it, she ride it

Every nigga wanna be inside it
(No more daddy's little girl)
I need her, I'll eat her
Do anything to please her
My ghetto queen of Sheba

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Big Head - Lyrics - Girl Interrupted - Ms. Jade

Title: Big Head
Album: Girl Interrupted
Artist: Ms. Jade
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Rhonesha S. Howerton, Maryann Malena, Chevon Young

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Lyric:
One time, freak freaky, uh, uhm
Two time, ah two, uh, uhm
Three time, uh uh, uh, uhm
Freaky, four times, freaky, Ms. Jade

Ain't no other girl, girl
Representin' for the whole world, world
Make it my duty
Try'n show off thinkin' they can move me

(Here we go again)
One time
(Never take me off my grind)
And I do it true true
Do me is my number one rule, rule

Look I'm grown, grown
Haters I'm leavin 'em long gone, gone
Got 'em with they
(Hands up high)

Twisted at the bar I'm feelin'
(All right)
Show 'em
(What they need to ride)
Dancin' 'til they feet hurtin'
(All night)

'Cause I stack cheese, cheese
I'm whatever it's gonna be, be
Uh and it's all to the good
Never been Hollywood 'cause I stand for the hood

It's a different
(Day now)
Watch how I'm makin' the game
(Break down)
See me doin' it it

I'm 'bout as good as it's gonna get, get
Uh, Philly chick get it down
If the flood is comin'
I promise I ain't gon' drown

Make the music
(Move you)
Timb's hittin' you crazy so you can
(Groove to)
Uh, Beat Club on the rise
And I got, got, got my eyes on the prize

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

We done did it now, now
Why don't you put your money on me now, now?
Make you feel free, free
You ain't even on the same league, league
From the sky to
(House parties)

Sippin' martinis under the
(Palm trees)
You can light it up, up
Sick ceiling leave niggas thugs, thugs
What's really goin' on, on
Partyin' to the break of dawn, dawn

Uh, switchin' lanes in the truck
And we know it's gonna catch up
But we still gettin' drunk, let's get
(Rooms for the night)
This a Timb trick so you
(Know it's tight)

Uh, stackin' the ching, ching
And it's obvious I'm gonna get a little vibrant thing
Tear the floor
(Up in the club)
Rappers with
(Chicks and the thugs)

Move, from the bottom to the top
Got ya self a gun and get prepared for the glock
Uh and its all to the love
Twist up your drink get your drink for your mugs
Uh and its all to the love
Twist up your drinks get your drinks for your buzz

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

Uh, break it down for me
Uh, break it down for me
Break it down for me, hu, heh

Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me groove like this

Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me groove like this

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Bring The Pain - Lyrics - Tight - Mindless Self Indulgence

Title: Bring The Pain
Album: Tight
Artist: Mindless Self Indulgence
Composer(s): Robert Jr Diggs, Clifford Smith

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Lyric:
Lemme tell you now
I came to bring the pain
Hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

Find out my mental based on instrumental records
Hey so I can write monumental methods
I'm not the king, but niggaz is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream, check it

Just how deep can shit get?
Get deeper than your fists
And brothers is mad
Pissed, accept it

In your cross color, clothes are crossed over
Now ya totally crossed out and Kriss kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to da side
And I'm the dark side of the force, of course

It's the method man from the Wu-tang Clan
I be hectic and comin' for that headpiece, protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket
Niggaz want the ruckus?

So bust it at me, son, now bust it
Styles, I get buck wild
Method man on some shit
Fuckin' niggaz, foul, son, I'm sick

Insane crazy, drivin' miss daisy
How the fuck am I? Now I got mine, I'm swayze
Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real, son, lemme know it's real

Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
If it's really real

When I was a little stereo
I used to be the champion
I always wonder when I will be the number one
And now you listen to me, Dacron Dacron

And all you niggaz come and test me? Test me
I'm gonna lick out your brains
Mothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope
'Cos the only way you hang is by the neck, nigga, bump off a set

Comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise
Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit
You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it

And it'll get even worse
Word to God, it's the Wu
Comin' through, takin' niggaz 'fore they're gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

Movin' to your left
I came to represent and carve my name within your chest
You can come test, realize it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old Wild West

Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor
Lovin' all those goddamn funky rhymes galore
Check it, 'cos I think not when it's hip hop like proper rhymes
Be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka

No OJ, no
No straw
When you give it to me, yeah, give it to me raw, I burn
Give it to me raw, I burn

Chest hair

I don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho, no
All I need is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real, son, lemme know it's one, two, three, four

Kill one, fuck it up and kill one
Fuck it up and kill one
Lemme know it's real

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Z - Brooklyn'S Finest - Lyrics - Reasonable Doubt - Jay

Title: Z - Brooklyn'S Finest
Album: Reasonable Doubt
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Marshall Jones, Chris Wallace, Leroy Bonner, Shawn Carter, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marvin Pierce, Gregory Webster, Rodolfo Franklin, Ralph Middlebrooks, Norman Napier

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Lyric:
Okay, I'm reloaded
You motherfuckers, think you big time?
Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time
Here come the, "Pain"

Jigga, jigga, bigga, bigga
Nigga, how you figure, how you figure
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo

Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us
The number one question is can the feds get us
I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters
And niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that witcha

Hit ya, back split ya, fuck fist fights and lame scuffles
Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle
Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related
Most hate it

Can't fade it while y'all pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me
But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli
Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics
Breathin' soft on him
What's ya name?

Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Tryin' to push 700's, they ain't made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit, rings too
Niggaz 'round the way call me Igloo Stix, who?
Motherfucker

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls
Nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from?
Brooklyn, goin' out for all
Marcy, that's right, you don't stop
Bed-Stuy, you won't stop, nigga

What, what, what?
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you fold
You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me?
I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
Jigga, Jay-Z

And Bigga baby
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62's, gem stars, my moms dishes
Gram choppin', police van dockin'
D's at my doors knockin'

What? Keep rockin'
No more, Mister Nice Guy, I twist your shit
The fuck back with them pistols, blazin'
Hot like cajun, hotter than even holdin' work at the
Days Inn with New York plates outside
Get up outta there, fuck your ride

Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper here comes
The Grim Reaper, Frank Wright, leave the keys to your
In-tegra, that's right, chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me
You're holdin' more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin' me
So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the place
And here's six shots just in case, Brooklyn

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from? Brooklyn goin' out to all
Crown Heights, you don't stop
Brownsville, you won't stop, nigga, Brooklyn
Hah hah, Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where we from? Brooklyn goin' out to all
Bushwick, you don't stop
Fort Greene, you won't stop, niggaz

Yeah, yeah, yeah
For nine six, the only MC with a flue
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryin' to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, China white heron
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms
Stay out my way from here on clear? Gone

Me and Gutter had two spots
The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin' "Too Hot"
If Fay' had twins
She'd probably have two-Pac's
Get it? Tu-pac's

Time to separate the pros from the cons
The platinum from the bronze
That butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond from a eye class don
A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh?
Brook-Nam, sippin' on

Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather
The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons
In they Marc Buchanans usually cuatro cinco
The shell sink slow, tossin' ya
Mad slugs through your Nautica
I'm warnin' ya, hah, what the fuck?

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from? Brooklyn goin' out to all
Flatbush, you don't stop
Redhook, you won't stop, nigga, Brooklyn
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from? Brooklyn goin' out to all
East New York, you don't stop
Clinton Hill, you won't stop, nigga
Is Brooklyn in the house?

Roc-A-Fella, y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Superbad click, Brooklyn's finest
You rewind this
Represetin' BK to the fullest

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Cereal Killer - Lyrics - Tical 2000 Judgementday - Method Man

Title: Cereal Killer
Album: Tical 2000 Judgementday
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Willie James Clarke, Clifford Smith, Clarence Henry Reid, Reggie Noble, Robert Diggs

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Lyric:
Yeah, murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
I'm going to kill

Slowly I turn, step by step through the back window, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set while everybody in the house slept
I disconnect the phones and the rest find a butcher knife
Cut the power lines to the lights now a nigga wild for the night
I come like the living death, straight from the dirt
Back to avenge his own death on this earth

Ever heard of Jason, then you know my work
Down to the basement, the dog get it first
I can't help myself, my thoughts ain't my own
The voices in my head just won't leave me alone
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Pissing on the car seats, flattenin' the wheels
So there's no escape from the fate that awaits
No one to witness the horror taking place

Yeah, now I'm on my way up the stairs
To the bedroom on my prey unaware
Heads will be hung from the chimney with care
With hopes that the police soon will be here
I'm a killer

Yo, yo
Fuck knocking, kick the door, evict the four
Yell out, "It's a stickup, hit the floor"
You fish cake niggas, stay Lipton off
Did your mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's
Battle in session, what's up with it?
I talk like I walk with a fucked up pivot
Niggas scream out, "It's just us bitches"
Don't shoot, out the phone booth

I aim at your party, hit the wrong group, "Happy birth"
Niggas done snap, runnin' hunch back
Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked
So run laps, for I body you
Bust out the size, like karate shoes, Doc
Turn Velcro, when night falls
Central park joggers, wear bright clothes
Tae Bo, five flo's lizard, centipede, snake
I'm a killer, I'm a killer
This is the sound of a cow

Yo, yo
I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley, after P P P strips you empty
Gather around, for rapid sound fourth of July was three months ago
Shoulda pad 'em down no one will fold both thumbs
And eight fingers to square with Joe Young
Tongue below one, spit dumb, moron
For white boys to snowboard on
So whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?

Chew spearmint gum two double pump
Two cannons, piece by piece
Your school get dazed like G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, payin' no bills
Body, you and supermarket, no thrills

Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill

Doc hold my coat, I'm 'bout to go low
Titanic MC rock the boat meth
Tone deaf rhyme, microphone sex line
Next time don't forget the TEC-9 step
Five digital, context is critical
Bomb threat these individuals thats on deck
So you the ill est nigga in Nebraska? Hell naw
It's the master, number sixteen, party crasher, Flex

I think too much, I drink too much
My crew don't really give two fucks, about you ducks
We over here Shaolin', what, spontaneous combust
When I smoke a bag of dust, what a rush, cigar be the dutch
Method Man and Redman, Starsky and Hutch
I crush MC's can't trust niggas, niggas can't trust me
I'm a killer

Cereal, cereal killer
Cereal, cereal killer
Cereal, cereal killer
Cereal, cereal killer

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Crybaby - Lyrics - Mariah Carey

Title: Crybaby
Artist: Mariah Carey
Composer(s): Trey Lorenz, Gene Griffin, Aaron Hall, Timothy Gatling, Teddy Riley, Calvin Broadus, Howie Hersh, Mariah Carey

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Lyric:
Yo what's happenin'?
What you're cryin' for?
You know you look too damn good to be cryin'
Come here
How about a player
DPG style, you know, you know

When I think of our untimely end
And everything we could have been
I cry, baby I cry

Okay so it's 5 a.m and I still can't sleep
Took some medicine but it's not working
Someone's clinging to me and it's bittersweet
'Cause he's head over heels but it ain't that deep

I finally changed my number got a different pager
Then last Saturday your cousin called to say you're
Tryin' to reach me probably because you see that
I'm with someone new

Late at night like a little child
Wandering 'round alone
In my new friend's home
On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry baby over you and me

Sipping Bailey's Cream by the stereo
Trying to find relief on the radio
I'm suppressing the tears but they start to flow
'Cause the next song I hear is a song I wrote

When we first got together early that September
I can't bear to listen so I might as well drift
In the kitchen pour another glass or two
And I try to forget you

Late at night like a little child
Wandering 'round alone
In my new friend's home
On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry baby over you and me

Baby hear me when I say let that man be on his way
Don't even waste your time and worry how he handle thangz
Baby hear me when I say a playa feelin' good today
Don't even waste your time watch how I handle thangz
Man you's a fool for this
But on the real dog I'm cool with this we do and this
D O double G Y
Kiss the girls and make them cry

Late at night like a little child
Wandering around alone
In my new friend's home
On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry baby over you and me

Late at night like a little child
Wandering around alone
In my new friend's home
On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry baby over you and me

I don't get no sleep, I'm half awake
Can't stop thinking of you and me
And everything we used to be
It could have been so perfectly

I cry, I cry, I cry
Oh I gotta give me some sleep
And I cry, cry, cry, cry
On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry
You and I
Over you and me

Late at night like a little child
Wandering around alone
In my new friend's home
On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry baby over you and me

Late at night like a little child
Wandering around alone
In my new friend's home
On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry baby over you and me

On my tippy toes
So that he won't know
I still cry
Baby and I

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Z - Diamond Is Forever - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Diamond Is Forever
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Charles Stanton, Shawn Carter, Ronald Feemster

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Lyric:
Hear me now? Good

(Blueprint 2, baby)
The best times, it was the worst times
It's 'The Gift & the Curse'

R O C, yeah, number one, click here
If you represent us, throw them diamonds up, yeah
Now let's be clear, I ain't goin' no where
Now that you know, holla at your boy
Hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov'

Standin' in my B boy stance
Free, Beans, Memphis where you at nigga?
Right here, snatch Cam and it's a rap
This here, rap belong to us, nobody strong as us, it's a fact
Hold up, I'm just warmin' up, gimme a second to get it back

Young Chris, Neek, what? Oschino and Sparks
Next summer's yo' summer, tear this motherfucker up
Young is eternal, my young'uns'll burn you
"The Blueprint" birthed, nigga, I earthed you, you can't be serious

Young 'cause I'm thirty-two, dressed like I'm twenty-two
Flow like a eighteen, do what I wanna do
Goin' on my eighth ring, got Phil Jackson's and
Flow is black magic, I'm at it again

Rose Bowl with black karats, 'Horse & Carriage' to spend
Like Mason Betha, chasin' this cheddar, to the end
Of the road because the end I'm told, is nearer than we know
What can I say but live for today, hov'

R O C, yeah, number one, click here
If you represent us, throw them diamonds up, yeah
Now let's be clear, I ain't goin' no where
Now that you know, holla at your boy
Hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov'

Yeah, 'The Blueprint 2' homey, follow the moves
You put on two tube socks, you couldn't walk in my shoes
I was dealt a bad hand, fuck, what else could I do
But keep somethin' up my sleeve, that'll help me through

But can you believe, everywhere I'm at, models come through
Cat fightin', cat walkin', it happens often
It's true, how society don't want me to move
Into the penthouse building with spectacular views

They're like uhh, "He's a menace he could never be a tenant"
I'm like ooh, what's a young nigga to do?
I bring the brothers to the building, give a feeling that I don't
Give a fuck, we just chillin', watchin' chandelier ceilings high as fuck

Old lady, don't blow my high
'Specially if you don't know my life, don't make me bring
Sharpton in it 'cause I'm dark skinneded or
Dude, with the 'fro and the Rainbow Coalition, I'ma

Victim of a single parent household, born in a mouse hole
Mousetrap, niggaz wanna know
How so, how Jay get up out that, here, yeah
I snatched purses I persevered, yeah

I had work, fiends purchased, it was clear
I was out there sellin' hope for despair, but stop there
I swear, I only make good from my mouth to God's ears
Had to get out the hood

And I can't justify genocide
But I was born in the city where the skinny niggaz die
Born in the city, where the skinny niggaz ride
And as a skinny nigga, I had beef with high size

R O C, yeah, number one, click here
If you represent us, throw them diamonds up, yeah
Now let's be clear, I ain't goin' no where
Now that you know, holla at your boy
Hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov'

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Dog - Lyrics - Jhene

Title: Dog
Artist: Jhene
Composer(s): Dreux Frederic, T Oliver, J Stokes, M Houston, Kelton Kessee, J Jones

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Lyric:
Platinum status bringing you the heat
You were playing games on me
I'm your new enemy
Now you will never be you're a dog
Why you go and do that no it didn't work
You were playing game on me, you're a dog

You thought I was in the dark, baby boy from the start
I was askin' questions to see if you was creepin', at all
I am accusing you of cheatin' no matter what you sayin'
So irritatin' so baby stop playin'

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

You were playing games on me
I'm your new enemy

I heard you say you were gonna push up on her
I played along boy you think I'm stupid
I'm on point, no, I don't miss a damn thang

Fed up but Jhene ain't fallin'
Play I don't know but she is my dog, yeah
I got my friend on you tellin' her to call
You got caught now I know that you're a dog

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

I'm a D O G from the T U G
It's hard tryna be the F I double Z
I'm the Jay-Z of my generation
So sick I'm every hospital's number 1 patient

Girls be killin' me with they fantasies
When all I really wanted was the G T Ds
Two minutes of conversation and you outta control
I'm a D O G ain't no change in me

You think I didn't know you
How you played me for a fool
Barking at the wrong tree
Now you turn into my enemy

I planned it all like
I tried to test you

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

I'm your new enemy, yeah
Now this will never be
You're tryin' to test me
I'm so disappointed
You're tryin' to test me
And now I'm so disappointed

You're a dog
You're a dog
You're a dog

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Don'T Know How To Party - Lyrics - Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Title: Don'T Know How To Party
Artist: Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Composer(s): Nate Albert, Dicky Barrett, Dennis Brockenborough, Tim Burton, Benn Carr, Joe Gittleman, Kevin Lenear, Joe Sirois

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Lyric:
I've heard all the stories, the failure and glories I havn't had either
Boast and toast I'm the best and I'm a mess. I know I'm not neither. Thought
I was down as far as any man could go, thought my highs were giant size. I
Know now that's not so. I know you heard, know you heard, know you heard
Don't believe a word, not a wrod, one word

It's been overblown, the truth
Should be known 'til now I couldn't see. Put my cards on the table while I'm
Still able, I guess I really don't know how to party

It's blown out of whack
The truth is what's lacking, 'til now I couldn't see. The long and the short
I'd like to report, I guess I really don't know how to party. Really don't by
Any shape or form. Whether straight up in the sunshine or passed out in the
Storm don't know how but now I know I don't will it help me out? No, it
Probably won't. Ten nine ain't no hero number one at bad behavior. Five, four
Three, two, what? not zero. Don't go counting on a savior. I was playing it
Safe when I'd fall on my face. Entertainment was what I was after, harmless
Fun, no damage done. I was out and about for the laughter. Thought I was some
Thing really something no one was gonna touch. Ace in the place, kingpin of
Sin I didn't know too much. Don't believe everything you've heard, don't
Believe a solitary word

It's been overblown, the truth
Should be known 'til now I couldn't see. Put my cards on the table while I'm
Still able, I guess I really don't know how to party

Really don't by any shape and form. Whether
Straight up in the sunshine or passed out in a storm, don't know how but now I
Know I don't. Will it help me out, no it probably won't. I don't have a notion
And I don't have a clue, an iota or an inkling where to start or waht to do
The foggiest, the faintest, the slightest I ain't got. Will it help me out?
Nah, probably not

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Down South Posted - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: Down South Posted
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): C Nicholas, Terius Gray, D Grison, S Arrington

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Lyric:
Ayo we down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

I pledge allegions with the four nickel you niggas no pickle
Cock the pistol point my issues at you and whodi who wit you
Your body ain't nothing but grizzle, I can see through the tissue
They gon' think you was in gymnastics how the chopper gon' hit you
I might have to crash the party if niggas gets me started
Better watch this nickel forty 'cuz this bitch gets retarded
Fuck with me shorty, I could teach you how to be flawless
NOPD wanna see me up in Dora Delawless

Hate fighting them charges, take a nigga regardless
Fuck 'em and duck 'em and tell them to suck on a hard dick
When we was wilding in the Nolia they was callin' us babies
I guess the same shit went on in the 80's
But still crazy, I'm with it too, kinda sneaky know how to get at you
Not trying to have momma crying and miserable
I'm already knowing what guns could do
I've seen some of the worst niggas get blown in two

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

Yes she say she love me, every time she fucks me
But then she sayin' fuck me, every time we fussing
Skip I'm sick of hustlin', boy you just disgustin'
Na na na na, bitch, don't you tell me nothing
All you know is dollars, Dolce and Gobanna
Gucci, Fendi, Chanel, Milono, Prado
All you is is problems, I can't help you solve them
So when you think, just think, nah don't involve him

Hang up when you callin', caller ID all 'em
If it's your number I don't answer, ain't no sense in callin'
Bitch I'm back to ballin', like I fell off
Like if I was doing bad I'm gonna tell y'all
What could I tell y'all except suck dick and swallow
Yeah you look good, but can you walk like a model?
Bitch I pop collars, and I clock dollars
So watch your watch and watch for the shock Bladah

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

Man look up over there, wilding, cursing bitches smoking Jo's now
Got two open charges niggas talking round dro now
Saw they so small they spin the bend in regular clothes now
But whodi and them so smart before they spin, lil' one close shop
Slim just got popped for douljer grind and a weed pipe
Guess they trying to sock it to my dog with them three strikes
Fuck that, we got buying money nigga we tight
UTP, six coat, cut throat nigga we right

Trying to get you niggas to understand this a new day
New jewels, new shoes, new twos, new pay
New trips, new clips, new whips, new K
A million for my great grand children to my new day
You straight? I'm just trying to make sure you straight
Keep them nappy head bitches out ya face cousin and move weight
Every nigga working with something thick they do take
Don't you fall off over a fat ass and a cute face

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

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Area - Lyrics - Buhloone Mindstate - De La Soul

Title: Area
Album: Buhloone Mindstate
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Paul Huston

Lyric:
I can just remember the number
I just, the number


For me to patrol
Just another area
That shows I got soul
Just another area
For me to patrol
Just another area
That shows I got soul

I got soul, you see, I'm swimming in the De La
I'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya
I'm known for sampling of soul food
Off the old school plates
When I met up with my niggas from the 718
One the Jungle Bro, the other Questers from Queens
Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans
So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call

For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804
(You're runnin' on an empty tank)
But still get paid in full
(And get the girls)
Man, I'm packing gravitational pull
Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes
I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen
(What?)

Well, many, many digits had me seeking in my Wizard
Man, who's ringing up my area
(Oh)
Oh, I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone
Like the 718's out of Vietnam
Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged
(Man, I knew a psycho)
703's on my love bug
I made mates with the brothers up in 215
Crazy buddhas in my mind
My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp
And my 202 keeps me marvellous
I guess Mars was my hideaway
But if the stars for a getaway

Since I'm capable I conjure up a walk in this way
I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester souffle
I be the 919 seeker, 'cuz ain't off logic
So when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit
Due to this a brother tries to play
(Yeah, like one in 514)
Yo, some kid tried to flip on
They instigated a brawl
(So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)

Then I just laughed
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)
(We whooped that ass)
And put the feelings aside, I know who I am
I cast the grain by the pound
I make sounds with the horn
When I colour the corn, caught the fit
And sit the two when honey slung the tip

Well, I'm taking my finds to the 301's
While I'm playing my flute in the rear kibbut
My man from the 908's, he don't like it like that
So I pipes till the sunshine hikes
A kettle of the master plan makes a Malibu idol
(God forgive me)
Well, it's a hook
The third to the 0 to the 5 had to feel the vibe
When the 516 played convicts

The man Maseo is here to put the habit along
And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code
Is it 908?
(No)
Is it 212?
(Hell, no)
Speakin' on 404?
(No)
What about 516?
(I dunno)

And what is it?
(Not tellin' ya)
And what is it?
(Not tellin' ya)
And what is it?
(Not tellin' ya)
And what is it?
(Not tellin' ya)
(Huh? What?)

Just another area for me to patrol
I got status 'cuz I'm baddest with the paint
Giving upside down frowns to London wood 703
Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be
For the fact I lays bricks
'Cuz my semen ends with the letter T
My seed is hard to submerge
I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched
'Cuz some knuckle might just head for the urge

But I got Prince Paul in the Area
(Oh, it's like that now)
I got Hot Dog in the Area
(Heh heh heh)
I got the Violators in the area
(Aaah)
I's got the Violators in the area
(Aaah)
It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall
Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud
Clear my area

I'm going home now, I have been up all night
I been up all night, it's still Friday to me
Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home
Bob to the Bob, D-dang, D-dang diggy-diggy

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52 - For The Ladies - Lyrics - Behind The Music - Kj

Title: 52 - For The Ladies
Album: Behind The Music
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Jonah Sorrentino

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Lyric:
This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

Alright, I don't care I wanna say this on the mic
Right now right here in the place it's ladies night
I know I might just sound crazy right
There's some things that's goin' down and it's time to make it right

The world will tell you you gotta be a certain type
Look a certain way and just be a certain size
Do what they say and it'll just be alright
Girl, the only thing you gotta be doin' is servin' Christ

Six years ago I was blessed with a wife
She was sweet and lovely and beautiful and nice
But the one thing that just made her my type
Was the fact that Christ was number one up in her life

So take my advice forget them Hollywood stars
And them Hollywood hair and them Hollywood cars
Next time you thinkin' that you ain't up to par
Remember God made you beautiful just the way you are

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

Sick of BET, sick of MTV
I'm sick of the sex that they always used to selling me
I'm sick of the messed up images they showin' me
I'm sick and tired of the messes that they say to me

That women are nothing more than sexual property
It's time we come back to treatin' women properly
So what I gotta say, I'll say it real loudly
We oughta be treatin' all women like royalty

Only God should be speakin' what you gotta be
Only God can give you the love you gonna need
Ladies, if a guy won't treat you as you ought to be
Tell him goodbye, show him the door and where to leave

Don't be afraid just to tell a guy to wait for me
Don't be ashamed just to live your life in purity
See what I say, I just say it now with certainty
That God has so much more if you'll wait and see

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

On a final note I wanna dedicate this song
To all the Godly women that just keep on seeking God
Just keep on movin' and continue standin' strong
Keep doin what you doin', girl, you got it goin' on

And the single moms that's just barely holdin' on
And you're workin' two jobs tryin' to make it on your own
No one is home 'cause the kid's dad is gone
God promises to never ever leave you alone

The final thing that I'll say then I'm gone
To the female singers tryin' to get their pose on
Now I ain't tryin' to be a hata but wrong is just wrong
Now Britney and J-Lo, please put some clothes on

Whether y'all are red-headed or just a blond
Make sure that the Son is the one you focus on
And with that said, I'm gonna say so long
So get your hand up in the air, ladies and sing along

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

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Clothes Off! - Lyrics - As Cruel as School Children - Gym Class Heroes

Title: Clothes Off!
Album: As Cruel as School Children
Artist: Gym Class Heroes
Composer(s): Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo, Narada Michael Walden, Sam Hollander, Travis Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley, Preston W Glass, Dave Katz

Lyric:
See here's the thing

We have to take our clothes off!
(So sexy!)
We have to party all night
We have to take our clothes off!
To have a good time, oh no

Excuse me miss
I couldn't help but to notice how alone you are
I dig the attitude and how you acting like you own the bar
Got me flashing keys and I don't even own a car
Front like you ain't feeling my charm, because I know you are

I'm trying to see how your lips feel
Oh I'm sorry, my name is Travee and I'm pretty much a big deal
Oh, you never heard of me, hmm, that sounds absurd to me
The way you stole my attention was flat out burglary

What do you say let's exit stage left so me and you can
Possibly reconvene and play some naked peek-a-boo?
'Cause after all, the blouse you're wearing is kinda see-through
And it's obvious I'm heading wherever you're leading me to

Such an angel with a devilish angle
I'm quite the certified sweet talker
And you're buying every line of it girl and I don't really blame you
If I was in your shoes I'd probably do the same too

We have to take our clothes off!
(So sexy!)
We have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off!
To have a good time, oh no

Now here's another barn-burner for the slow learners
Put your helmets on and take a seat on the short bus
Next stop, right around the corner from your momma and them
No turning back so you better buckle up

Shit, don't be concerned with mine
I feel like a Speak and Spell way I got you learning my lines
Fine, pull the string, replay that shit
I change my name to, "Did he really just say that shit?"
Yep

I'll take a mile if you let me
Six-five, two hundred plus and so sexy
My leg's going numb from keeping my phone on vibrate
To hide the fact your girlfriend keeps textin' me

And I've been tryin' to never mind it man
But every time I get a new number, she finds it, damn!
And you thought you had it sewn up
Until right around amazing o'clock when I showed up

We have to take our clothes off!
(So sexy!)
We have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off!
To have a good time, oh no

Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie rock chicks, and hip hop chicks
Thin chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow and brown chicks

Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie rock chicks, and hip hop chicks
Thin chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow and brown chicks

Good grief girl, you're giving me goose bumps
Standing there in your underwear and new pumps
It's like the more time we waste the less time I get to taste you
Honestly I could easily replace you

It's not a scam girl that's how I am girl
Peter Pan, I'm a sucka for Smucker's jam girl
It's clear I'm only here for good clean fun
Shut up and kiss me like the antidote's under my tongue, whoa!

We have to take our clothes off!
And we have to party all night
We have to take our clothes off!
To have a good time, oh no

We have to take our clothes off!
(So sexy!)
And we have to party all night
We have to take our clothes off!
To have a good time, oh no

Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie rock chicks, and hip hop chicks
Thin chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow and brown chicks

Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie rock chicks and hip hop chicks
Thin chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow and brown chicks

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Health Wealth Self - Lyrics - KRS-One - Krs One

Title: Health Wealth Self
Album: KRS-One
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yup
You know what, I was just downstairs
And I was on my way up here to the studio and
A guy bumped into me
And he said, he said, "Yo Kris
How is it that you stay in this music?
You know, this rap music especially for so long, so long"

I said, "Well, you know years ago I made a deal with the Goddess"
He said, "The Goddess?"
I said, "Well yeah, you might know her as God
But I know her as the Goddess"
The Universal Mother
The Mother of everything you see in existence

I asked her for assistance
In lyrical persistence
And she gave it to me, under one condition
She said, "I'll give you the gift
But use the gift to uplift"
I said, "Okay Mom"

So I tell you the truth, really
Me nah gon' need nothin' else
But health, wealth and knowledge of myself
Me nah gon' need nothin' else
But health, wealth and knowledge of myself

In the beginning was the word, the word was made flesh
Knowledge K., Reigns R., Supreme S.
Some of us guess while others of us are blessed
Take heed to the word, that I manifest
I manifest the future, the present, followed by the past
Everything in nature, rules by kickin' ass
What they tellin' me, but yo, you a friend to me
So I'ma tell you the secrets of MC longevity

Secret one, if it ain't fun, you're done
And about your career, huh, well, choose another one
If you don't like what you do, you're through
Lesson two, make sure you got a dope crew
Not some crew, that's like an anchor on a shoe
A mad crew, that's of some benefit to you
Lesson three, might be contradictory or funny
But MC's should have other ways of gettin' money

That's to say learn other things beside music
Make money elsewhere, hip-hop you won't abuse it
Too many MC's, just emcee
So their longevity, is based on an Uncle Tom at the record company
Lesson four, sell your image, never sell a record
Image is respected, records come and go and get collected
Even the records of platinum artists, that used to rip shop
Can be bought, for a quarter at the thrift shop

Which brings me to lesson number five, the illusion
Has me thinkin', the minute they drop a record
They'll be cruisin' in the Acura, slow down, you're still a amateur
What separates the pro from the amateur is stamina
Not how long you can rhyme but how long you've been rhymin'
Changin' with the times, and findin' yourself still climbin' for wealth'
Blow for blow, you're still growin', still showin'
Now that's a pro at it

Me nah gon' need nothin' else
But health, wealth and knowledge of myself
Me nah gon' need nothin' else
But health, wealth and knowledge of myself

Thank you Mother, I'm out

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Help - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Help
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Christopher Charle Lloyd, Michael J Clervoix, Rondell Edwin Turner

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Lyric:
G-Unit
Uh, a one two, a one two
Uh, a one two, a one two
Yeah
Uh, a one two, a one two

Excuse me miss, you must be some kind of a model
Enough to make a shopper run out of the column
Enough to make a weak nigga go mano y mano
Guess what you strong as rum out of the bottle

God bless you when he made me
I mean he blessed me when he made you I got a little game to
They know me everywhere I go that's what fame do
Where we can get it on the low what's your name blue?

You stuck in your ways but I know how to change you
Arrange you tell you things like your my angel
There's no rules when it comes to this, write down your number miss
They call me Banks, my government is Chris

They feel me in the burbs, love me in the bricks
Four inch whips, on a buggy six
First class trips and the bubbly's Cris
I work so hard to live like this

My past make me so weak
But you make me stronger
'Cause everything was upside down
Now I'm right back where I belong

Help, I think Cupid got me
Shock me all over my body
I think I'm losin' my cool
So I'm doin' things I don't do

Yeah, I got it hop in the ride so I could holla
My favorite girl outside of my Impala
I ain't gon' say you a dream I don't gotta
You could walk around in the street with no problems

I pick up all the G that he speaks so don't bother
The innocent role ain't workin' work harder
I ain't tryin' to lock you down I'm no father
But maybe we can go for it if you just listen

It's hard as hell for a man in my position
They pickin' your girl out you gotta know the difference
I wonder if it's even in one in existence
Enough to keep my attention to go the distance

And I'm have to look hard to find a better one
'Cause you sex is a 187 'hon
You get a nigga doin' shit I ain't never done
So now even when I'm on tour I let her come

My past make me so weak
But you make me stronger
'Cause everything was upside down
Now I'm right back where I belong

Help, I think Cupid got me
Shock me all over my body
I think I'm losin' my cool
So I'm doin' things I don't do

You're not the ones like I'm used to
I see us happy in our future
I'm givin' you all I have
My heart, my soul, my laugh

'Cause you are the only thing I need
I could have everything and more
Give you the feelin' you can't ignore

My past make me so weak
But you make me stronger
'Cause everything was upside down
Now I'm right back where I belong

Help, I think Cupid got me
Shock me all over my body
I think I'm losin' my cool
So I'm doin' things I don't do

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