Always True To You In My Fashion - Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald

Title: Always True To You In My Fashion
Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Cole Porter

Lyric:
If a custom tailored vet
Asks me out for something wet
When the vet begins to pet, I cry, "Hooray!"

But I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my way

I've been asked to have a meal
By a big tycoon in steel
If the meal includes a deal, accept I may

But I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my way

There's an oil man known as Tex
Who is keen to give me checks
And his checks, I fear, means that Tex is here to stay

But I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my way

From Ohio, Mister Thorn
Calls me up from night till morn
Mister Thorn once cornered corn and that ain't hay

But I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my way

From Milwaukee, Mister Fritz
Often dines me at the Ritz
Mister Fritz invented Schlitz and Schlitz must pay

But I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my way

Mister Harris Plutocrat
Wants to give my cheek a pat
If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, pay, pay

But I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my way

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Night Alone - Lyrics - Mest - Mest

Title: Night Alone
Album: Mest
Artist: Mest
Composer(s): Jeremiah Rangel

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Lyric:
This wasn't just another night alone
My mind has cornered me against the wall
Bleeding, scratching fingernails are gone
The scars on my wall tell this all
I'm feeling like the worst is yet to come
Because the night has just begun

Please let me breathe
You're choking me and my feelings
This is my fault, downward I fall
My mind slipping, my mind slipping away

I'd never thought this night could come again
My mind has proven me wrong in the end
The confidence in me is wearing thin
No matter what my mind will win

Please let me breathe
You're choking me and my feelings
This is my fault, downward I fall
My mind slipping, my mind slipping away

Please let me breathe
You're choking me and my feelings

Please let me breathe
You're choking me and my feelings, my feelings
This is my fault, downward I fall
My mind slipping, my mind slipping away

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Lone Wolf - Lyrics - Hank Williams Jr.

Title: Lone Wolf
Artist: Hank Williams Jr.
Composer(s): Hank (Jr) Williams

Lyric:
There ain't no man
Gonna invade my territory
There ain't nobody out there
Gonna mess with me

Because I'm big and hard and battle scarred
And gettin' long in the tooth
Desperate and hungry
And got nothin' to loose

Yeah, I'm a lone wolf
I've been chased and I've been bit
Yeah, I'm a lone wolf
They like to shoot at me but they missed

Yeah, I'm a lone wolf
And I ain't never been trapped
And God help the people
That think they got me cornered at last

I've been huntin', I've been trackin'
I've been runnin' since I was three
Born in Louisiana Swamp
Moved with the pack to Tennessee

Raised by black and white dogs
To some country's summer rock-n-roll
They said now, boy
You're gon' have to quit your houlling soul

Stayin' up all night
And chasing lassies by the moon
Layin' up all day
On the porch playin' guitar tunes

Yeah, I'm a lone wolf
And I no longer run with the pack
Yeah, I am a lone wolf
I don't ever look back

Hey, I am a lone wolf
Out here on the prowl
And most of us have been penned up
But I'm still runnin' wild

Hey, I'm a lone wolf
I've been chased and I've been bit
Yeah, I am a lone wolf
This old dog knows all the tricks

Hey, I'm a lone wolf
Still hungry and I'm on the prowl
And most of us have been penned up
But Bocephus is runnin' wild

Better watch out
If I'm hungry and I'm on the prowl

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Quiet - Lyrics - Inside Wants Out - John Mayer

Title: Quiet
Album: Inside Wants Out
Artist: John Mayer
Composer(s): John Mayer

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Lyric:
Midnight, lock all the doors
And turn out the lights
Feels like the end of the world
This Sunday night

There's not a sound
Outside the snow's comin' down
Somehow I can't seem to find
The quiet inside my mind

Three O two
The space in this room
Has turned on me
And all my fears
Have cornered me here
Me and my TV screen

The volume's down
Blue lights are dancing around
And still I can't seem to find
The quiet inside my mind

Daylight is climbing the walls
Cars start and feet walk the halls
The world wakes and now I am saved
At least by the light of day
At least by the light of day

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Brownsville Girl - Lyrics - Knocked Out Loaded - Bob Dylan

Title: Brownsville Girl
Album: Knocked Out Loaded
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan, Sam Shepard

Lyric:
Well, there was this movie I seen one time, about a man riding 'cross
The desert and it starred Gregory Peck, he was shot down
By a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself, the townspeople
Wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neck

Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp
As the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath
Turn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square
I want him to feel what it's like to every moment face his death

Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in
And you know, it blows right through me like a ball and chain
You know, I can't believe we've lived so long and are still so far apart
The memory of you keeps callin' after me like a rollin' train

I can still see the day that you came to me on the painted desert
In your busted down Ford and your platform heels
I could never figure out why you chose that particular place to meet
Ah, but you were right, it was perfect as I got in behind the wheel

Well, we drove that car all night into San Anton' and we slept
Near the Alamo, your skin was so tender and soft, way down in Mexico
You went out to find a doctor and you never came back, I would have
Gone on after you but I didn't feel like letting my head get blown off

Well, we're drivin' this car and the sun is comin' up over the Rockies
Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that
Dark rhythm in her soul but I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the mood
Anymore to remember the times when I was your only man and she
Don't want to remind me, she knows this car would go out of control

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
Teeth like pearls, shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you're my honey love

Well, we crossed the panhandle and then we headed towards Amarillo
We pulled up where Henry Porter used to live
He owned a wreckin' lot outside of town about a mile
Ruby was in the backyard hanging clothes, she had her red hair tied
Back, she saw us come rolling up, in a trail of dust, she said
"Henry ain't here but you can come on in, he'll be back in a little while"

Then she told us how times were tough and about how
She was thinkin' of bummin' a ride back to where she started
But you know, she changed the subject every time money came up
She said, "Welcome to the land of the living dead"
You could tell she was so broken hearted, she said
"Even the swap meets around here are getting pretty corrupt"

"How far are y'all going?", Ruby asked us with a sigh
"We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn
'Til the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade
And the water moccasin dies", Ruby just smiled and said
"Ah, you know, some babies never learn"

Something about that movie though, well, I just can't get it
Out of my head but I can't remember why I was in it
Or what part I was supposed to play, all I remember about
It was Gregory Peck and the way people moved
And a lot of them seemed to be lookin' my way

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
Teeth like pearls, shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you're my honey love

Well, they were looking for somebody with a pompadour
I was crossin' the street when shots rang out
I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran
"We got him cornered in the churchyard", I heard somebody shout

Well, you saw my picture in the Corpus Christi Tribune
Underneath it, it said, "A man with no alibi"
You went out on a limb to testify for me, you said I was with you
Then when I saw you break down in front of the judge
And cry real tears, it was the best acting I saw anybody do

Now I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass
But sometimes you just find yourself over the line
Oh, if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now
You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain't sayin' much, I could feel
A whole lot better If you were just here by my side to show me how

Well, I'm standin' in line in the rain to see a movie starring Gregory Peck
Yeah, but you know, it's not the one that I had in mind
He's got a new one out now, I don't even know what it's about
But I'll see him in anything, so I'll stand in line

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
Teeth like pearls, shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you're my honey love

You know, it's funny how things never turn out
The way you had 'em planned
The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter is that
His name wasn't Henry Porter

And you know there was somethin' about you, baby
That I liked that was always too good for this world
Just like you always said there was something about me you liked
That I left behind in the French Quarter

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger
Connections than people who are most content
I don't have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I'm gone
You always said people don't do what they believe in
They just do what's most convenient then they repent
And I always said, "Hang on to me, baby
And let's hope that the roof stays on"

There was a movie I seen one time, I think I sat through it twice
I don't remember who I was or where I was bound
All I remember about it was it starred Gregory Peck
He wore a gun and he was shot in the back
Seems like a long time ago, long before the stars were torn down

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
Teeth like pearls, shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you're my honey love

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Cornered - Lyrics - State Of The World Address - Biohazard

Title: Cornered
Album: State Of The World Address
Artist: Biohazard
Composer(s): Evan Seinfeld, William Daniel Graziadei, Daniel Schuler, Robert Scott Hambel

Lyric:
Sometimes I feel it's a waste of time
To listen to your shouting, a wordless pantomime
Can't you see it falls on deaf ears?

Filling me up with your point of view
Your opinions are your own, I got mine too
What I think don't mean nothing to you

When the shit hits the fan, and you're faced by the man
Who holds the key to our promised land?
Don't misunderstand what's in the man's hand
'Cause it's all been laid out in the new world plan

Makin' me feel like a laboratory rat
Without a mind of its own, diseased and fat
I can't let my life go out like that

'Cause I'm an extra skeptic, a true eclectic
I find it hard to trust all the people we've elected
Take a look around, do you feel protected?
Like garbage in a dump, our lives have been rejected

A blind man leading the not so blind
Creating false truth to fill our minds
To listen to yourself would be a crime
It all comes back to you sometime

Like it or not, they got a number on me

I will not break for your demands
Rabid, defensive, in the corner I stand
Caught in a trap, the bait was free
Like it or not, they got a number on you

Like it or not, they got a number on you
Like it or not, they got a number on you

I can't trust anyone, they're all out to get me
Gonna run until I can't run from the laws that ruin me
Faster and harder, so God help me flee
From the lies that we're free and the powers that be

That push the rich forward between you and me
But agree to agree with no guarantee
Of something to live, for I'll die if need be
I stand up for all, as I fight to be free

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Tweeter And The Monkey Man - Lyrics - Headstones

Title: Tweeter And The Monkey Man
Artist: Headstones
Composer(s): Bob Dylan, George Harrison, Jeff Lynne, Roy Orbison, Tom Petty

Lyric:
Tweeter and the Monkey Man
Were hard up for cash
They stayed up all night
Selling cocaine and hash

To an undercover cop
Who had a sister named Jan
For reasons unexplained
She loved the Monkey Man

Tweeter was a Boy Scout
'Course he went to Vietnam
Found out the hard way
Nobody gives a damn

Thought that they'd find freedom
Just across the Jersey line
Hopped into a stolen car
Took Highway 99

And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they standin'
Never saw them when they fell

The undercover cop
He never liked the Monkey Man
Even back in high school
Wanted to see him in the can

Jan got married at fourteen
To a racketeer named Bill
Made secret plans with the Monkey Man
From a mansion on the hill

It was out on Thunder Road
Tweeter at the wheel
Pulled into paradise
You could hear the tires squeal

It was Jan who'd told him many times
"It was you to me who'd taught
In Kingston everything's legal
As long as you don't get caught"

And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they standin'
Never saw them when they fell

Some place by Rahway prison
They ran out of gas
The undercover cop cornered 'em
Said, "You didn't think that this could last"

Jan jumped up out of bed
Said, "There's some place I gotta go"
She took the gun out of the drawer
And said, "It's best that you don't know"

An ambulance rolled up
State Trooper close behind
Tweeter took his gun away
And messed up his mind

The undercover cop was found
Face down in a field
The Monkey Man was on the bridge
Using Tweeter as a shield

And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they standin'
Never saw them when they fell

The town of Jersey City
Is quieting down again
I'm sitting in a gambling club
Called The Lion's Den

The TV set is blown up
Every bit of it is gone
Ever since the night
When they showed
That the Monkey Man was on

Maybe I'll go to Florida
Set myself some sun
There ain't no more opportunity here
And everything's been done

Sometimes I think of Tweeter
Sometimes I think of Jan
Sometimes I don't think about nothin'
But the Monkey Man

And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they standin'
Never saw them when they fell

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U Can'T Fuck With Me - Lyrics - G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) - Ll Cool J

Title: U Can'T Fuck With Me
Album: G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time)
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): George L Spivey, James Savage, Calvin Broadus, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z
Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers

Pour your dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me
Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
L.A. think about your broad, all I want is the stacks

Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
So you made a little dough but watchu doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black?
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back

On my lap, in the jet to Miami an' back
When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack
I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers an' you know I deliver
The double N, enough ammo for every nigga

S, that spell Queens, stupid ass, run it back
That HBO shit, I must address that
Once an' for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
He pussy, pussy ain't funny as Chris Rock

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

No, go, who you thought it was?
Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle
'Cuz one does up dick, the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em 'In Living Color' on 'Any Given Sunday'

They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
An' if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
An' get 'em with Juvenile, feed pitbull puppies
Bologna in the projects, you wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna live an' he loves his kids

We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your spot
Like you on your belly, gimme the key
What is it gon' be, what it's gon' see?
When your blutter don't mean an' if he keep tryna wipe it off
Like, "Nigga, what's this song mean?"

L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that?
Tattooed 'Def Jam' under your wing like that
What, you a rider? Not in my house, mouth
Glad to escape down south to my Miami house
An' fifty spring in the couch

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

Let's play a game of 'Big bank take little bank'
Big dank take little dank
I average ninety-five in the paint
We comin' down like a shank

I know you wanna ride but you can't
We all up in your shit like a shank
Don't make me stop an' pull brakes
Ya two downs are lookin' cool, freakin' a sound
Yo, I get fucked up an' terrorize the town

I'm the circus ring master, so fuck the clowns
I bust lyrics an' rounds at the Lyricist Lounge
'Lost an' Found', a new identity, from here to infinity
God have mercy on all my enemies

Don't even test, waste your breath or your energy
Knock ya whole family off like the Kennedy's
I'm pledge, sicker than age with no type of remedy
Makin' niggas retire but reclaim disability
Agility, keepin' y'all outta the state penitentiary

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

U can't fuck wit me
I don't care about your imagery
Give a fuck who you claim to be
U still can't fuck wit me

Look, nigga, I regulate, bake the cake
Shake the fake, while keepin' my faith
Demonstratin' from the funk shit to the H
I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate

You weedin' at my table, did you say your grace?
You say the wrong thing an' Imma smack your face
Chase these niggas, erase these niggas
You done fucked up 'cuz I'm break these niggas

Spray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all
Suckers, I hate 'em, laws, I pay them off
Big Dogg in this motherfuckin' bar
Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes, y'all"

We do this with no flaws
I love my bitch wit no drawers an' no bras
No laws, we break 'em from the get-go
Slidin' by, ridin' high when we get-go

Love it or leave it, we love livin' illegal
Servin' or swervin' in a '85 Regal
Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' Beagel
I take off on your ass like an eagle

Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples
Just in case a motherfucker wanna G Funk
Two of the homies an' one of 'em got a piece on
An' they never hesitate to dissolve

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Tight A$ - Lyrics - Mind Games - John Lennon

Title: Tight A$
Album: Mind Games
Artist: John Lennon
Composer(s): John Lennon

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Lyric:
Well, just as tight as you can make it
Hard and slow ain't hard enough
Just as tight as you can shake it
Girl, get it on and do your stuff

Tight as you can get it
Tight as, got it made
Uptight's alright but if you can't stand the heat
You better get back in the shade

Well, just as tight as an Indian rope trick
Long and tough ain't hard enough
Just as tight as a dope fiend's fix
My friend, get it on and do your stuff

Tight as you can boogie
Tight as, got it laid
Uptight's alright but if you can't stand the heat
You better get back in the shade

Well, alright, alright

Well, tight as you can make it
Hard and slow ain't hard enough
Just as tight as you can shake it
Girl, get it on and do your stuff

Tight as you can get it
Tight as, got it made
Uptight's alright but if you can't stand the heat
You better get back in the shade

Well, tight as an Indian rope trick
Hard and long ain't hard enough
Just as tight as a dope fiend's fix
My friend, get it up and do your stuff

Tight as you can boogie
Tight as, got it laid
Uptight's alright but if you can't stand the heat
You better get back in the shade, well

Well, tight as got me cornered
Tight as got me laid
Tight as strut your stuff so tough
Just a sitting in the midnight shade

Tight as she can boogie
Tight as she got laid
Uptight's alright but if you can't stand the heat
You better get back in the shade, well, oh

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The Wreck Of The Barbie Ferrari - Lyrics - John Hiatt

Title: The Wreck Of The Barbie Ferrari
Artist: John Hiatt
Composer(s): John Hiatt

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Lyric:
Saturday night he comes home stinkin'
Sunday mornin' she wakes up thinkin'
And thinkin' and thinkin' and thinkin'
Does she need to get the kids dressed to go to church?
He's pulled a shotgun out of the lurch
He heads for the TV room and starts to search
His problems swollen like a river and his reality's shrinkin'
He finds them huddled by the toy box and splatters 'em all
The ken and the midge and the skipper doll
They look like a family but they're really not at all

Well he's sad but he ain't sorry
It ain't the end of the world
It's just the wreck of the barbie Ferrari

He wonders if he ever said "I do"
To that little blonde plastic voodoo
And his mind's gone fishin'
Well it started just as plain as the nose on your face
Now it's in a thousand pieces all over the place
He thought she was drivin' but it's twisted beyond recognition
All the diapers and the tutus and the basketballs
She was givin' them a lift to the promised mall
But somewhere by the TV that V twelve stalled
As he loaded the chamber her eyes got starry

It ain't the end of the world
It's just the wreck of the barbie Ferrari
It's just the wreck of the barbie Ferrari
It's just the wreck of the barbie Ferrari

When they get home from church, won't they be sorry?
He's cornered 'em all on his urban safari
It ain't the end of the world
It's just the wreck of the barbie Ferrari

He's played with cars and guns since he could crawl
Now he wishes he'd never met that doll with her face gone
There wasn't nothing he ever thought about
He couldn't drive through or shoot his way out
As he surveys the family room littered with dolls
He can't find one leg to stand on
He aims the gun at his head now he's startin' to cry
Lookin' for the courage to let it fly
Can't live without his family now that something has died
He's not sure who's hurt, not sure who's sorry

It ain't the end of the world
It's just the wreck of the barbie Ferrari
It's just the wreck of the barbie Ferrari
It's just the wreck of the barbie Ferrari
It's just the wreck of the barbie Ferrari

What he said what he ain't sorry
It ain't the end of the world
It's just the wreck of the barbie Ferrari

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Survival - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Survival
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Christopher Charle Lloyd, Ralph J. Rice Jr.

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Lyric:
So you say you a gangsta, right?
Are you really a rider, yeah?
You don't take shit from no one, no
And got your mind on your muthafuckin' dough, let's go

I'll be a South Side nigga till I rot
Even though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot
Superman armor on the 69 drop
Out of every 70 rappers 69 flop

I blowed a buck in the corner just to get the feel
So my head light smooth when I move the steering wheel
I ain't clubbing from nothing, its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real with pop artists that kill

I move to mill, my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack y'all for real
Go head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later
I'm hood like butter holes and pissy elevators

I went from playing the same block to Bangkok
So I can get money between raindrops
And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week
And get so much pussy I cant sleep

Poppa was a rollin' stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things 'bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom

If you scared don't come around here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper to try it
A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrow

I ain't even got a license yet and got 7 cars, yep
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopper
White fan base 'cause Eminem is my partner

I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper
I ain't a regular nigga, all the promoters pay 100 more
To bring your boy to Singapore

My dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'em
Elvis's and Red Monkey with the monkey on 'em
Shelves'll leave a niggaz food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in your shampoo

We don't tolerate the cock blocking out the bricks
We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
Watch your mouth bitch there's rocks popping out the wrists
And my outfits, a eye stopper for the chicks

Poppa was a rollin' stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things 'bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom

If you scared don't come 'round here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper to try it
A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrow

A nigga throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmed
And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
Then pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm
I got a chunky arm, I'm a fucking Don

I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong
I don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone
I'm in a class all by myself
I'll whoop your ass all by myself

I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
I've been patiently waiting to get on my shit again
So this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in

I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by you
And burn your eyelashes off like a crack lighter
Nigga you stupid riding by trying to blast me
'Cause my window got the glass from a taxi

Poppa was a rollin' stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things 'bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom

If you scared don't come 'round here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper to try it
A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrow

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Sunshowers - Lyrics - Arular - M.I.A.

Title: Sunshowers
Album: Arular
Artist: M.I.A.
Composer(s): August Darnell, Ross Orton, Maya Arulpragasam, Steve Mackey, Stony Browder

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Lyric:
I bongo with my lingo
And beat it like a wing yo
To Congo, to Colombo
Can't stereotype my thing yo

I salt and pepper my mango
Shoot spit out the window
Bingo I got 'em in the thing yo
Now what? I'm doing my thing yo

Quit bending all my fingo
Quit beating me like you're Ringo
You wanna go? You wanna win a war?
Like P.L.O. I don't surrendo

The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
All over you, my baby
And some showers I'll be aimin' at you
'Cuz I'm watchin' you, my baby

I bongo with my lingo
And beat it like a wing yo
To Congo, to Colombo
Can't stereotype my thing yo

I checked that mouth on him
Fuckin' check my gas on him
I had him, cornered him
Fuckin' shut that gate on him

Why would you listen to him?
He had his way, I'm bored of him
I'm tired of him
I don't wanna be as bad as him

It's a bomb yo, so run yo
Put away your stupid gun yo
'Cuz we see through like a protocol
That's why we blow it up 'fore we go

The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
All over you, my baby
And some showers I'll be aimin' at you
'Cuz I'm watchin' you, my baby

The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
All over you, my baby
And some showers I'll be aimin' at you
'Cuz I'm watchin' you, my baby

Semi 9 and snipered him
On that wall they posted him
They cornered him
And then just murdered him

He told them he didn't know them
He wasn't there they didn't know him
They showed him a picture then
Ain't that you with the Muslims?

He got Colgate on his teeth
And Reebok classics on his feet
At a factory he does Nike
And then helps the family

Beat heart beat
He's made it to the Newsweek
Sweetheart seen it
He's doin' it for the peeps peace

The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
All over you, my baby
And some showers I'll be aimin' at you
'Cuz I'm watchin' you, my baby

The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
All over you, my baby
And some showers I'll be aimin' at you
'Cuz I'm watchin' you, my baby

The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
All over you, my baby
And some showers I'll be aimin' at you
'Cuz I'm watchin' you, my baby

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Tell It Like It Is - Lyrics - Fame And Fortune - Bad Company

Title: Tell It Like It Is
Album: Fame And Fortune
Artist: Bad Company
Composer(s): Brian Anthony Howe, Mick Ralphs

Lyric:
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

You got me cornered
There's no getting out alive
So wait a minute, woman
I need to switch out that light
We're a bad match, babe
You never know what's good for you
There's somethin' not right
I'm gonna tell you what to do

For 24 hours, you been comin' on so strong
Baby, I'm gettin' nervous, and pretty soon
I'm gonna prove you wrong

I've gotta tell it like it is
I know it's down to me
Can't go on like this
Our love is history
I'm gonna burn this bridge
You just wait and see
Tell it like it is, uh huh, hey

Face to face, a day I will never forget
Well I was beggin' for your love
You said you're not ready yet
Hey we've come a long way, babe
There's nothin', nothin' I won't do
And well I warn you tonight
My love is hot, I'm comin' for you

Yeah, for 24 hours, you've been puttin' me on
Maybe I'm gettin' nervous, and pretty soon
I'm gonna prove you wrong

I've gotta tell it like it is
I know it's down to me
Can't go on like this
Our love is history
I'm gonna burn this bridge
Just you wait and see
Tell it like it is, uh huh, hey

For 24 hours, you been comin' on so strong
Maybe I'm nervous, pretty soon
I'm gonna prove you wrong

I'm gonna tell it like it is
Yes it's always down to me
I can't go on like this
Watch your step, it's history
Gonna burn this bridge
You just wait and see
Tell it like it is, yeah uh huh

Tell it like it is
You wait and see
Can't go on like this
Our love is history
I'm gonna burn this bridge
I'm gonna burn you down
I'm gonna tell it like it is
I'm waitin', I'm waitin'

Tell it, tell it, tell it, tell it
Tell it, tell it, tell it like it is
No, you know it's still down to me
Tell it, tell it, tell it, tell it
Tell it, tell it, tell it like it is
You're history

You've gotta tell it, tell it, tell it

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Pop U - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: Pop U
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Terius Gray, Christopher Bridges, Mike Dean

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Lyric:
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

Who that nigga is
What that nigga claim
Juve wild magnolia
It's an uptown thing

Soulja watchin' over me
So I'ma let it rain
Just give me the weed, the mic
And I'ma let it off the chain

Y'all actin' like, that nigga lost it, I ain't have no money
Now I'm back, what the cost is
[Incomprehensible] on my wrist lookin' gooey
These ain't Birdman's, these is real Gucci's

Turn around the corner
Motherfucker tryin' to sue me
Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece
We rock, we he roll, where he got control

Me and my mans and them
Get the brains out these hoes
If she can dance, then
She can romance nice and slow

Be in a trance like it was
Your man's pipe in the hole
I've been sippin' a little somethin'
Just stop servin' the game
It feel good to be an OG, I'm deservin' it mayne

I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, the nigga
The nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey

You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

Now ain't no tellin' where I might be
'Cause there's a million other creeps
Prancin' around these streets lookin' like me
Call 'em my stunt doubles

So if you think you hit Luda' with the Krueger
I'm up in Cuba blowin' blunt bubbles
On the double, lookin' for trouble we started
The eye on my gat is cocked it's retarded

I'm sippin' lean, smokin' green and I'm so hot
I told machine's people call me 'I Robot'
Bang to the boogey boogey, bang bang
Let my little partner borrow my necklace
And hit bitches with the same chain

Its not computer love, I'm gettin' great brain
Got a hard drive but they blow me out my mainframe

Now how you like that?
I got your momma pitchin' quarters
On the corner gettin' cornered
And come right back

I'm makin' tight stacks so if it ain't Juve or Luda
Then can it nigga, we don't even like rap

I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, the nigga
The nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey

You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

Got the Mack in the grass
And the nine in the dumpster
Duck when they pass
One time wanna dump ya'

Hunger, that's what I got in my veins
Take shots from the Henny
Just to straighten my aim

Now, I raise my middle finger, "Fuck the world"
And them donuts in that car better make ya' hurl
Yeah, I'm 'bout my paper mayne
I'm fully loaded like them niggaz in Jamaica mayne

I know you know this is Crack
And he's back and you mad
'Cause we did and they yack-ity yak

In the sack when we slid in
Mommy shakin' they ass
She want some big bills
Tip drill, she wants a tip drill

It's ya' nigga crack
Live with some fresh cut
Side of the highway
Ridin' that's the best fuck

And you can keep them hotel keys
'Cause we gon' fuck these bitches
Wherever we please

I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, the nigga
The nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey

You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

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Say What You Say - Lyrics - The Eminem Show - Eminem

Title: Say What You Say
Album: The Eminem Show
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, Ronald Feemster, Andre Young

Lyric:
So I'm out the game huh?
Huh? Yo Dre, we ridin'
Whatever
Haha! Well I'm witcha homies
Okay, let's handle the small shit

I was born to brew up storms and stir up shit
Kick up dust, 'cos 'til I slur up spit
Grew up too quick went through too much do too much shit
Corrupt, and I'm a pour it on like syrup bitch!
Thick and rich, sick and twisted, Mr. Butters worth
Dre told me to milk the shit for what it's worth
'Til the cow just tilts and tips and stumbles to earth
And if I fumble the verse, keep goin'

First take, I make mistakes, just keep it
No punches pulled no punches that's weak shit
Fake shit, if I ever take shit I'll eat shit
Wasn't for him, wouldn't be shit

Creep wit me, as we take a lil' trip down memory lane
Been here longer than anyone in the game
And I ain't got to lie about my age
(But what about Jermaine?)
Fuck Jermaine!
He don't belong speakin' mine or Timbaland's name
And don't think, I don't read
Your lil' interviews, and see what you're sayin'
I'm a giant, and I ain't gotta move 'til I'm provoked
When I see you I'ma step on you and not even know it

You midget, Mini-me with a bunch of little Mini-yous
Runnin' around your backyard swimmin' pools
Over 80 million records sold
And I ain't have to do it with ten or eleven year olds

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

Second verse, it gets worse, it gets no better than this
Amateurs drink veteran piss
From a Dixie Cup, if you ever mix me up
Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a duori
We'll rub it in, every club you're in will have you
Blackballed and make sure you never rap a-fuckin' gain
Dre ain't havin' it, long as I'm here to play Devil's Advocate

If there was some magic shit
I could wave over the industry that could save it when I'm gone
And buried to make sure the tradition carries on, I would
If I could only use this power for good
I wouldn't, not even if I could
From the hood and I'm a hornet
And I'ma only sting when I'm cornered

And I'ma only sucka punch and swing without warning
And swing to knock somebody's fuckin' head off
'Cause I know if they get up I won't get a chance to let off
Another punch I'm punk rock, no one's punk
Don't give a fuck! White 'Pac, so much spunk
When I was little I knew I would blow up and sell a mill'
And grow up, to be Atilla, go nuts and be a pillar

And I'm, somethin' of a phenom'
One puff of the chron', I'm unstoppable
I'm alive and on top again
There's no obstacle that I can't conquer
So come along with us
(Come on!)

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

Now anybody who knows Dre
Knows I'm about fast cars and Aliza, partyin' all day
But I handle my business 'cause it's work before play
Don't look for trouble but I'll serve you gourmet
However you want it, you can have it your way
You fuck my night up I'ma fuck up your day
Bullet with your name, sendin' it your way
That goes for anyone who walks through that doorway

'Cause this is my space, you invade it, live to regret it
And you die tryin' to violate it
Fuck around, get annihilated, eyes dilated
Heh, like my old lady
'Cause what you say is what you say, sometimes what you mean
Is two different things, dependin' on your mood if it swings
Think too many things
Little hit of Dre's weed, I can do anything
Catch a contact then I'm gone and I'm back
I speed right and my loose leaf's my launchpad

And I can pull any string
Don't have to prove anything, catch a contract on your head
You headed West, talk shit about Dre?
You better get a vest, and invest
In somethin' to protect your head and neck

And it's back and forth all day like Red and Meth
I joke when I say I'm best
In the booth, but a lot of truth is said in jest
And if I ever do live to be a legend
I'ma die a sudden death
Five mics in the source? Ain't holdin' my fuckin' breath
But I'll suffocate for the respect
'Fore I'll breathe to collect a fuckin' check

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

Watch your fuckin' mouth
Yo this Timbaland, tell them I said suck my dick!

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Thug Luv - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Thug Luv
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Tupac Shakur, Tony Cowan, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mc Cane

Lyric:
Nigga we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A.
Nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga what time is it?

I don't give a fuck where you lay at
It's time to slay these bitch made niggas
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is

Where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time
Well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it

Well I must be close to the Armageddon
Lord You know that I won't fly that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson
You brought and am I stressing it softly

Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted
Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level
They can't stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all

I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war

Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror for what the did it all pause for the cause
And I fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga
Wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on

All y'all fall Bizzy gettin' bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me Lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps

Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin' up over Cleveland

Ha ha ha what's poppin' nigga? Put your motherfucking
Hand on your strap nigga, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or be like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby

I'll probably be punished for hard livin' blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in Gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to Father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life

Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse

My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home
Thug Luv playas tell these bitch niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now

Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a
Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep
Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me

Little thug from the land nigga never ran
Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand
It's the number 1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put in some work do some dirt

Fuckin' round with the band Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya

So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust
For the love of the lust niggas bustin' on us
Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt
It's the Art Of War putting niggas on the floor

When I'm comin' through the door
Bringin' nothin' but terror
Causing much to the nigga that dared us
Trying to put a twist in this thugsta era

Paired up with a nigga like Pac
And a nigga like me gotta stay high
Thug Luv till I die keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood smoke and fry

So I beg the Lord to save us all escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century

Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down
Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing
Through then hit the ground
And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga

Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fuckin' with this
I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend
I reload buck a little more flee the scene
'Fore the po-po even know what you lookin' for

They don't know a motherfucker with a Leatherface hey
Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way
You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah

A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes
So get high and analyze your crime
Directly organized with results you'll be surprised

Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride?
Playa hating niggas you gots to die
It's over wit Bone better leave it alone
Mo Thug I'm cracking' fuckin' domes

Still in the hood where the thugs play
Fuckin' wit nothin' but thugs man
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses
We crackin' them domes around my way

Give it to 'em on another level nigga
Get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead
Infrared to the head you can beg
But still gone bleed bloody red

Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight
'Cause we out ridin' looking for you
Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust
Straight got the Infrared

Put it on his forehead make some moves
Send flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

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New Medicines - Lyrics - New Medicines - Dead Poetic

Title: New Medicines
Album: New Medicines
Artist: Dead Poetic
Composer(s): Chad John Shellabarger, Zachary Aaron Miles, Brandon Travis Rike, Joshua Alan Shellabarger

Lyric:
These are the words that tear you apart
And these are the words that take you away
And these are just words, they'll tear you apart
When no one here will say what needs to say

New medicines should ease this pain
They're the only ailment for it

It's this air and time that's bringing me home again
A lame attempt at playing the part again now
In a place you don't know

And this stance as sturdy as leaves in a storm
The premise and motive fueling blank faces
The fool in a place you don't know
In this place, you don't

New medicines should ease this pain
They're the only ailment for it all over again

New medicines should ease this pain
They're the only ailment for it all over again

These are the words that tore me apart
And these are the words that'll take me away

I'm not in the business of faking to please vain opposers
A dead legion of new cloned followers
You're cornered in a place you don't know
In this world, you don't

New medicines should ease this pain
They're the only ailment for it all over again

New medicines should ease this pain
They're the only ailment for it all over again

New medicines should ease this pain
They're the only ailment for it all over again

New medicines should ease this pain
They're the only ailment for it all over again

All over again
All over again
All over again
All over, all over, all over, all over, all over

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Gun - Lyrics - John Cale

Title: Gun
Artist: John Cale
Composer(s): John Cale

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Lyric:
Me and my partner we work on the run
The quick try to get quicker and the creepers get hung
Now it's you that got wasted tonight on the job
One lost his liquor and the other lost his hand

Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink
But nothin' saw nothin', just smell the stink
Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one
Four forgotten and the rest just won't come

When you've begun to think like a gun
The rest of the year has already gone
When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone

(Well)
Blood on the windows and blood on the walls
Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls
And the papers keep downing on everything I burned
And the people getting restless but they'll never learn

I picked up a doctor, he's good with a knife
Says anesthetic's a waste of his time
Works in a hurry but always worthwhile
Knows they won't be back for a long long time

Top of the staircase was ready to fall
We were still waiting downstairs in the hall
Watch out for big mama, she'll set you on fire
Or go for your neck with the chicken wire

When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone
Once you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have already gone

Mother of plenty, mother of none
You've got me cornered and still on the run
I don't care nothing about you anyway
Stuck in this hole I'm on my way

Yeah, when you've begun to live like a gun
The days of the year have already gone
When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone

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