All We Got Left Is The Beat - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: All We Got Left Is The Beat
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Frank Waddy, Walter Morrison, Garry Shider, William Collins, Bobby F Ervin, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Ey, ey, check it out homie
Man, you need to get up out of this spot man
And get a job man before you get smoked man
I know you don't wanna hear it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got company man
Where's my guns?

When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots, rare shots
Swear crack niggas 'cause they're moms missed flips
So black man really care about politics
In the ninety's, our governments so slick

I watch CNN sometimes and I realize
They're playin' tricks on my mind
They want a man to work with his hands
Too young to die, and they don't give a damn

Rare-momma got down on her knees
But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese
I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove
You might cry to my political groove

Rest in peace, sauce brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beat's like a reef
In the middle of the night on the city streets
The only thing we got left is the beat

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

Who brings guns into the USA?
And then makes sure that they come around the way
Gain the points until the whole race traps
And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops

The projects are hell, wait a, minute
There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator
Say the clubs, I can't get a job
Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed

I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs
You ever seen a man-shelter? Check out the bombs
Brother of pain, their whole lives are over
They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober

And all the ladies got bags of clothes
They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows
The streets are like a nightmare
While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon
When you need a toga-black, hire black linen
Your ripper's man applause when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob

The black women don't understand
'Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man
In the mornin' a brother feels like a jerk
Seein' black women and white men go to work

So all women fear, the brothers ain't real
'Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal
Hold my hand while I get it all together
They don't deserve me at times of bad weather

'Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls
And there's another way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do what I do
I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin' I'm standin' on the corner
And you can get robbed if you wanna

Paybacks a mother on the street
You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats
Brothers ride by real slow
You get leary when they got tinted windows

Sittin' on the steps with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't raised up front
My aunt Ellie always talked about God
Tell me you never cried 'cause it's so hard
Government got a hell of a plan
But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

Uh, uh ,uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
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Animal - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: Animal
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude
Freaky, fre-fre-fresh
We gon' bring it to you somethin' like this

Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal

How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein' rich
You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you bitch
I was thinkin' about rockin' Arribas, but the gators look nice
Nigga was talkin' about they was comin' out like players tonight

They won't let me in with my pistol, I'm okay with the knife-a
Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts
Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar
Get the wife and she could [Incomprehensible] light stars

She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is
Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids
For instance, I can come through bouncin' in this bitch like what
And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up

Wonderin' how do it feel to be with G's like us
Be in a better situation than that all night bus
You're wild hoe be fuckin' up my G's
You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me?

Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal

Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it

I see you watchin' how the boy comes to Grover
And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne
Your potnahs rockin' with you 'til they find out who it is
Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone

I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish
They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with
I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts
I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage

Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq
I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap
If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back
They like it when a gangster take control like that

She feels protected when she in that Lexus
Givin me head, got me takin' all wrong exits
I'm not the people you should be upset with
I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist

Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal

Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it

A gangsta still fightin' charges but he totes that glock
Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot
I be in every hood, see I knows the block
From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops

Nope, I ain't rockin' with them boys I was with
But I'm still blingin' and showin' off my toys in this bitch
When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games
Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names

Claimin', she ain't nuttin' like them boys be sayin'
Shit I'm only tryin' to knock the pussy outta the frame
Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills
Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal

I got my hand wrapped around the steerin' wheel
Hoes like eww, they can't understand the grill
Skip called me up he got them all on chill
Well, let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know

Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal

Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it

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Cuttin' - Lyrics - Who Is Mike Jones? - Mike Jones

Title: Cuttin'
Album: Who Is Mike Jones?
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Salih Williams, Mike Jones

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Lyric:
Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones!
Who? Mike Jones, Jones!
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'

Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now
Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now

Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now
Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Two ladies on the covers now

I keep that purple stuff, in my cup
Diamonds shine from princess cuts
I stay on the grind, stackin' bucks
I'ma major now fin' to fuck it up

Twenty-fo's when I roll up
Purple drink gon' po' it up
Find a block then sew it up
You claim a set then throw it up

Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk
Got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk
Like Pastor Troy I'm ridin' big
To the club, blowin' skunk

Mike Jones and I'm on the rise
Eighty-four's pokin' out of my ride
My name alone can't be denied
My name alone can't be denied

281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low
'Cause Mike Jones about to blow

281-330-8004
Hit Mike Jones up on the low
'Cause Mike Jones about to blow

If you don't work, you don't eat
You don't grind, you don't shine
So the next time you come up to me
And ask how I blew put that on yo' mind

If you don't work, you don't eat
You don't grind, you don't shine
So the next time you come up to me
And ask how I blew put that on yo' mind

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
When my album doubles, roll it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You know me, I'm 'bout that paper
No time to deal with haters
Screens fall in Navigators
'Cause Mike Jones a paper chaser

A hater I will erase
If he come trippin' to my face
Back then look in my do'
I was flippin' yapes for the papes

I swang from lane to lane
With one hand on the woodgrain
The other hand on my cup
Sippin' that purple stuff

H-Town, Houston Texas
We jam music screwed up
You better throw your shades on
When I show my princess cuts

'Cause I used to hustle hard on my block
Laws got hot so I shook the spot
Started rappin' to stack a knot
Seven months later name got hot

Now I'm fin' to take it to the top
I'ma run this shit when my album drop
All you haters hatin' on me
Thanks a lot y'all helped me out

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
So all you haters hatin' on me
Thanks a lot y'all helped me out

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
So all you haters hatin' on me
Thanks a lot y'all helped me out

I come through on all four's
Cartier tic-tac-toe
Candy red with the butter flows
I got friends but mainly foes

I got candy color on butter non-stoppers
I call 'em cutters
From 12 to 12 I'm a hustler
That came up, from a struggle

I hustle from noon to night
When I step in a room you see ice
I'm on my grind puttin' it down
So I can live my life right

I stay on the scene, lookin' clean
24's roll while I'm droppin' screens
Befo' I got a major deal
I was underground stackin' green

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
When my album doubles, roll it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up

You got drank, well, po' it up
You claim a set then throw it up
You got drank, well, po' it up
When my album doubles, roll it up

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Deal With The Ladies - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Deal With The Ladies
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): John Deutschendorf

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Lyric:
I like to deal with the ladies
I like to give ?em a real hard time
Like to make ?em sigh
Like to make ?em cry over me

I like to swing with the good times
I like to have me a real live ball
Doin? what I can like a dirty old man
(Tee hee)

Like to have ?em just hangin? around
Wondering where I?ve been
Like to see ?em with their big brown eyes
Just a drinkin? me in

I like to deal with the ladies
I like to hang ?em up on my line
Treat ?em kinda rough
But they never got enough of me
Rat a tat tat tat tat

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All Wrapped Up - Lyrics - Grandmaster Flash

Title: All Wrapped Up
Artist: Grandmaster Flash
Composer(s): Larry Dukes, Nathaniel Glover, Joseph Saddler

Lyric:
All wrapped up
All wrapped up

You're entangled in a great big ball of confusion
Trapped in a world that is just an illusion
You're thinking it's real but that's not what's happening
Well, we're here to let you know the real deal
(That's why we're rappin')

(Yo)
Life's just a game, one great big riddle
And we're all wrapped up, smack dab in the middle
Play the Lotto everyday in hopes you're gonna win it

But it's just another game and you're wrapped up in it
You haven't won it yet but you ain't had enough
'Cause you know it like a poet, you're
(All wrapped up)

All wrapped up
All wrapped up

We're gonna rap about the game that people are playin'
(Yo)
If you're ready, just listen to what I'm sayin'
Talking about homeboys and the fly young ladies

Men, woman, sons, daughters and the little-bitty babies
Speaking on the Def Jams everybody's be-bopping
Super stupid, cold chillin' and the party is rockin'

Soap opera in the day got the ladies cold illin'
One life to live and all my chillin'
(You know it)
You know you gotta have it, too much ain't enough
Because the fact of the matter is you're all wrapped up

All wrapped up
All wrapped up

Doctors wrapped up in the ill and the sick
We got wrapped up in politics
Some wrapped up in living long
(And you're)
All wrapped up in the beat of his song

Gamblers wrapped up in making bets
And the lovers wrapped up in this game called sex
(Now trouble's)
Out there and it won't ignore ya

Don't look for any trouble, it'll surely look for ya
If you try to play tough then it's just your luck
That it'll call your bluff and then trouble's gotcha
All wrapped up

All wrapped up
All wrapped up

You're seen hanging on the corner nine days a week
(You gonna blow)
You don't know you're wrapped up in the streets
Sporting 50-dollar sneakers and all the money's spent

While Mom's, trying to pay rent
(All wrapped up)
We got the weekend girls and all you fly guys
Wrapped up in a world of 9-to-5
We got the sly, slick and wicked, ain't it funny

(Yo)
How they're cold trying to take money
(All wrapped up)
If you get it, you're with it you don't, that's tough
(If)
And you know the real reason is you're
(All wrapped up)

All wrapped up
All wrapped up

All wrapped up
All wrapped up

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Dream Team Is In The House, The - Lyrics - L.A. Dream Team

Title: Dream Team Is In The House, The
Artist: L.A. Dream Team
Composer(s): Rufus Perison, Michael Perison

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Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen in the house
Ladies and gentlemen in the house

Yes, they're here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here

Ladies and gentlemen
Have you heard?
The Dream Team is back
So spread the word

Well, hit me on the one
And don't delay
'Cuz the Dream Team is here
And gonna make your day

We came here to kill
And this our deal
But the music don't kiss it
Then the fly looks real

We gotta give it what we got
Even get us up wide
And what you need you could jive alive
So without hesitation
You'll see what we're about
The Dream Team is in the house

Yes, they're here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here

Well, I'm over your radio once again
Pretty Par D, I'm your best friend
Let's take it to the stage
Feel better by the pound
My name is Par D
And I'm gonna throw down

In case you don't know who I be
I go by the name by a snake
But I judge faces to the fact
That I'm proud to be black
Do the best that I can with my fly girl band

So ladies and gentlemen
Boys and girls
Take this funk into your world
Remember make the situation with
Steady concentration

Then you know what we're talking about
But nevertheless, you got the best
The Dream Team is in the house

Yes, they're here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here

Can you say?
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo

Join us here, each week my friend
We're sure to make you rock
With me Par D and snake, puppy
Our rhymes will never stop

Fly girls, fly girls and the whole damn crowd
With a simple scream and shout
We want you all to know that
The Dream Team is in the house

Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house

Everybody in the place before we go
Is for those of you who did and did not know
The Dream Team is here
We're about to make noise til the party ends

For all the fine ladies
Let me hear you shout
(The Dream Team is in the house)

Fresh young guys
Let me hear you shout
(The Dream Team is in the house)

Now guys and girls
Let me hear you shout
(The Dream Team is in the house)

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Caffeine - Lyrics - Neighborhood Watch - Dilated Peoples

Title: Caffeine
Album: Neighborhood Watch
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Chris Oroc, West Plischke, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Taylor

Lyric:
Yeah, play for keeps, I've to tell you my name, here we go

Yo, I got twenty-four bars to heal these scars
I'm an underground cat but still like money and cars
I'll introduce myself, check it out, ladies and gentlemen
The one and only Evidence, servin' up your medicine

Varsity letterman 'E' on my coat
Every time I touch the paper, it's murder he wrote
I'm from a real big city called 'Watch where you go'
A place you think you know only to find out you don't

Born in L.A., it's hard to get star struck
Born in L.A., so I always keep my guard up
Born in L.A., plus deal where I stay
Everyday cats like Julio G pave the way

My crews thick, all sharp, take a pick
All ready to spit or sit down and write a hit
We learn both from the best on both coasts
Couldn't stress enough for the times, we kill chose

Problem here, problem there, got through 'em
Label here, label there, politics and bullshit, we rip
The mic's cocked back, a full clip
I don't preach, I rap, I'm on stage, this ain't a bull pit

This is it, we're up and running, torch is lit
Prepare for marathons, we don't sprint
I save my crew's name for last, injections lethal
It's L.A.'s finest y'all, it's Dilated Peoples

And y'all can't sleep now, play for keeps
We play for keeps now, y'all can't sleep
And y'all can't sleep now, play for keeps
We play for keeps now and y'all can't sleep

There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close
There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close

I got that flow for the street
Stay ahead of the time, stay behind the beat
It's not what you know, but what you can prove
Everyday they keep chasing me down with little clues

It's Dilated from Los Angels
You didn't know friends make better music than strangers
So far, I've been misunderstood
Wherever I fall, I make the category look good

Twenty-six years young when I wrote this down
My whole life ahead of me, I was known in my town
Things started to change and started to stretch
The farther away I went the closer to home I started to get

My actions cause reactions
Some love and hate shit, I don't ask, it just happens
Either or we came to get it started
Before the show find me at the bar drinkin' Bicardi

This is it, the cats worked hard to have things
Here to keep the party up, I rap caffeine
I save my crew's name for last, injections lethal
It's L.A.'s finest, it's Dilated Peoples

And y'all can't sleep now, play for keeps
We play for keeps now, y'all can't sleep
And y'all can't sleep now, play for keeps
We play for keeps now and y'all can't sleep

There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close
There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close

There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close
There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close

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Fire (Remix) - Lyrics - More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape - Fabolous

Title: Fire (Remix)
Album: More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Joseph Anthony Budden, Melvin Glover, Nathaniel Glover, Al Jr Mclaran, Eddie Morris, Frank Ski, Justin Gregory Smith, Trevor Smith, Robert Keith Wiggins, Guy Todd Williams

Lyric:
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear, Jersey's here
Hey, Ja, Joey
Triangle offense do it like

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Maybe it's the dipped deuces, the twin Jesuses
With diamonds in them, that's clear they break gooses
Maybe 'cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices
I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of these chicks
Is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked
I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums
That's pocket change, you call that an income?

Tell the way I walk that I'm doin' my thing
A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin' a thing
Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring
See, I told y'all I'm doin' my thing
And I'm winnin' by a landslide, damn right
Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride?
Now, look at here, I took it there
I'ma make this statement loud and clear, Brooklyn's here

That fire
Problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look dog, it's on fire
That's when you turn it up, you wanna burn it up
Come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see fire
When it all hits the wire, we gonna light it on fire

We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire

Here with the white and the Canary cross
Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss
Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche
I'm young but I'm damn near a boss
And of course your boy ride with a thing in the stash box
Quick to hit the button, even quicker to blast shots
Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see chips
This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks

My waiters make ladies see sick
I'm "So So Def" like a J.D. remix
I got enough whips to keep switchin' up flavors
Drafted outta high school, straight into the majors
These haters, fake smiles, but they hardly like me
They hate to see me in a party icy
Clean white T, sippin' on Bacardi lightly
Suede low cut Force One caramel nightly

That fire
Problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look dog, it's on fire
That's when you turn it up, you wanna burn it up
Come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see fire
When it all hits the wire, we gonna light it on fire

We gonna light it on fire

I got a ear for your amp it up with Jersey's answer
The chancellor standin' up for ten minutes
Man, it's tough plan, plan that's what the camma does
And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the cameras
You pop lip like you got shit
That's a minor congestion, you not sick
Now you wanna call names like Tupac did
Home boy here's a few glock clips

Still Junior like Lou Gossett, Joey, right back on
Overcharge New York to cut the lights back on
Before Bloomberg to come get me all
I send the goons that make the bad things happen in city hall
All, K's spray cats, we don't play that
She allowed to sway, why don't you say that?
Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot
Make your lungs stop, breathe easy

That fire
Problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look dog, it's on fire
That's when you turn it up, you wanna burn it up
Come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see fire
When it all hits the wire, we gonna light it on fire

We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

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Ghetto Girl - Lyrics - A Day In The Life - Eric Benet

Title: Ghetto Girl
Album: A Day In The Life
Artist: Eric Benet
Composer(s): Jeffrey Young, Eric Benet, Demonte Posey

Lyric:
Ghetto baby, lady
Lady

So tell me what's up with y'all
Can you keep it real?
Let me tell you what I feel
Man, let me set your mind at ease

I'm in need of something
That I lost along the way
You know that money's cool
But it makes my world so strange

Now I got ladies talking to me
But they ain't got shit to say
It's like I've come this far
Just to miss simpler days

I need to feel her tonight
Deeper love with honesty
I've seen a million girls
But there's just one kind for me

A ghetto girl, living in a ghetto world
I like her 'cause she keeps it real
She lets me know just how she feels

A ghetto girl, living in a ghetto world
She's the only one I need
She's the only one for me

She won't never leave me guessing
Always let me know the deal
You know that ghetto love
Is always on the real

She got inner city struggles
And her blood runs deep in me
So when we make love
We feel mad history

Well, I'm not trying to put nobody down
In this superficial world
But if you need deeper love
You better find you a ghetto girl

A ghetto girl, living in a ghetto world
I like her 'cause she keeps it real
She lets me know just how she feels

A ghetto girl, living in a ghetto world
She's the only one I need
She's the only one for me

Girl, if they tried
They would see you like I do
Hold your head up high
There's no one above you

With you by my side, girl
There's nothing that I can't do
I've been around the world enough for me to see
Boy, you best believe, it's going to be ghetto girls for me

So tell me what's up with y'all
Can you keep it real?
Let me tell you what I feel
Man, let me set your mind at ease

A ghetto girl, living in a ghetto world
I like her 'cause she keeps it real
She lets me know just how she feels

A ghetto girl, living in a ghetto world
She's the only one I need
She's the only one for me

A ghetto girl, living in a ghetto world
I like her 'cause she keeps it real
She lets me know just how she feels

A ghetto girl, living in a ghetto world
She's the only one I need
She's the only one for me

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Ghetto Love - Lyrics - Ghetto Love - Jaheim

Title: Ghetto Love
Album: Ghetto Love
Artist: Jaheim
Composer(s): E Williams, W Hogges, J Drakeford, J Hoagland

Lyric:
You got me baby
This here going for all the ladies, oh
All I really want is your ghetto love
24/7 we'll be makin' love

I'll take it downess, if you want me too
Just one and many things I wanna do to you
Girl, don't you get scared
I'm gonna take my time

Whatever it takes that'll make you mine
It's getting late save a thing for J
Let me love you my ghetto love way, yeah
Baby, 2 weeks ago I might you at that party

You was knockin' by and rockin' lookin' my way
Standin' at the crossing at the party
I was tempting to slide across the floor
(Tempting)
To drop my digits

Then you looked and turned away
Like you weren't with it
But I knew in my heart that I
Could rippin' girl
I'm givin' you what you wanna do

All I really want is your ghetto love
24/7 we'll be makin' love

I'll take it downess, if you want me too
Just one and many things I wanna do to you
Girl, don't you get scared
I'm gonna take my time

Whatever it takes that'll make you mine
It's getting late save a thing for J
Let me love you my ghetto love way, yeah
Baby, 2 weeks ago I might you at that party

You was knockin' by and rockin' lookin' my way
Standin' at the crossing at the party
I was tempting to slide across the floor
(Tempting)
To drop my digits

Then you looked and turned away
Like you weren't with it
But I knew in my heart that I
Could rippin' girl
I'm givin' you what you wanna do

Stop frontin' it's time to give a
Nigga what he wanted
You know I got that flavor
Don't you want it?
(Don't you want it)

While I'm lookin' in your eyes
As you kissin' on my lips
Girl I'm rubbin' on your thighs
You got me slippin'
(Slippin')

To find a tahj got a nigga chicken, yeah
So all I wanna do, what you wanna do?
While you persistent upon
I got's to tell the truth

All I really want is your ghetto love
24/7 we'll be makin' love

I'll take it downess, if you want me too
Just one and many things I wanna do to you
Girl, don't you get scared
I'm gonna take my time

Whatever it takes that'll make you mine
It's getting late save a thing for J
Let me love you my ghetto love way, yeah
Baby, 2 weeks ago I might you at that party

You was knockin' by and rockin' lookin' my way
Standin' at the crossing at the party
I was tempting to slide across the floor
(Tempting)
To drop my digits

Then you looked and turned away
Like you weren't with it
But I knew in my heart that I
Could rippin' girl
I'm givin' you what you wanna do

(Flippin' up)
Stop the fake keep it real
What's the deal
(Wanna tear it up)
You know just where a man
Ain't trying it right for you

(Wanna wipe it up)
Slide up to my crib
That's where I penetrate
(Wanna tear it up)
Shawnalay by the fire place you ridin'
(Wanna wipe it up)
JaJa's gonna freak you know

How you want it girl
(Gonna tear it up)
Gonna put in work
Until you see the sun
Come up
(Gonna wipe it up)

Hands up in my back
She done it like that
That's all I really want
Tell me can you handle that?

All I really want is your ghetto love
24/7 we'll be makin' love

I'll take it downess, if you want me too
Just one and many things I wanna do to you
Girl, don't you get scared
I'm gonna take my time

Whatever it takes that'll make you mine
It's getting late save a thing for J
Let me love you my ghetto love way, yeah
Baby, 2 weeks ago I might you at that party

You was knockin' by and rockin' lookin' my way
Standin' at the crossing at the party
I was tempting to slide across the floor
(Tempting)
To drop my digits

Then you looked and turned away
Like you weren't with it
But I knew in my heart that I
Could rippin' girl
I'm givin' you what you wanna do

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Gold Digger - Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

Title: Gold Digger
Album: Out Of Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Ronald Miller, Charles Reid Bertram, Parrish Smith, Dwayne Mcknight, Jr., George Clinton, Phillippe Wynn, Peter Bishop

Lyric:
Brothers things done got too far gone
(Tell 'em 'bout it)
We got ta let the girls know what they gotta do for us

Oh, what the heck, let's get married and have a son named Erick
No big deal, no sweat, I was in for a big surprise
And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes
Brainlocked my whole damn head was malfunctional
'Coz I forgot to co sign a prenuptial agreement
Now her case is hard like cement
I have no files on all the money she spent
She has a car, nineteen ninety brand new Jaguar

Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
That she bought when I was away on tour
Hittin' my bank account, gettin' more and more money
She got paid, it wasn't funny
Talkin' to myself, oh, you big big dummy
Just my luck that I'm stuck with a marriage
And a baby who lays in a gold carriage
Now I can't leave, if I do she gets half
(Not the cash)
Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money

So I chill and act so sweet
Kiss her feet, can't picture bein' in the street
So I give a fake smile and a fake laugh
Fake everything so I can keep all my cash
Fake talk, like I love you so much
But wishin', she gets hit by a Mack truck
Next time, if there's one I'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
They're called gold diggers

'Coz she's a gold digger
'Coz she's a gold digger
'Coz she's a gold digger

The P had a close call, quiet as kept I dated this
("Fly girl")
Yeah, and almost got vicked
She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body
(So what cha sayin')
Top it off, she drove a black Maserati
Chrome kit, with a smile I couldn't resist
I tapped E on the shoulder and said, "Yeah, I gots to get this"
(P cool, she could be a gold digger)

Not with that smile and that stupid boomin' figure
'Til one day, she spent the crazy dough
Ten G's on Levi's, cold went Rambo
But then she smiled, gave me a back massage
Gassed my head up and said
(Oh, P you're so large)
Like a jerk, I went for the line like a fish
But she was far from dream girl, and more like a death wish
She likes to sit back, lamp, walk on plush rugs

Whip my five-sixty sip Moet and bug
(So did you flip?)
Tried to but she cut me off
And said, "Guess what?"
(What)
"I'm pregnant"
(Pregnant? Damn)
Yeah, and the child is yours
So to fellas, who wanna keep they cash
Or beware of the jack hammer and the helmet that glows
'Coz she's a gold digger

She's a gold digger
She's a gold digger
She's a gold digger

That's why, men in the 90's must watch themselves
'Coz ladies of the 80's got hip and went for self
With the new divorce laws, which entitles them half
That means the house goes
The car
You and half your cash
What a price to pay, but if you play you pay
'Coz women of the world they got smart today
They flash a smile and profile
A pucker with a strut

Try to move in
Knock the boots
And got stuck with alimony payments
Time to meet Judge Wapner
You try to flip and cut, but she smiles 'coz she gotcha
You get a flashback to wedding, when you vowed the vow
Said the two deadly words
I do
But look now, you lost the house
The car

Eatin' TV dinners in a one bedroom apartment
Boy you picked a winner
But what goes around, comes around
That's why she wheels the Benz
And you ride Greyhound
Oh, just your luck, they on strike
Take off the wedding band, put out the thumb, time to hitch-hike
And the more you walk the pain from your corns get bigger
(Now you know)
Not to mess with a gold digger

'Coz she's a gold digger
'Coz she's a gold digger
'Coz she's a gold digger

Yeah, EPMD's in effect, DJ Scratch runs flex boy
Hit Squad in effect in the house
Large
Yeah, she get half

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Jealous Guy - Lyrics - Harlem World - Mase

Title: Jealous Guy
Album: Harlem World
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Jeffrey Walker, Quinnes Parker, Mason Betha, M Johnson, L Johnson

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Lyric:
You know, there's a lot of jealous guys in this town
And many other towns I go to
But I'm afraid, right now, I'm so hurt
I'ma need 112 and Puff, to help me explain how I feel
So, come on fellas, help me out

Ladies, there's some jealous guys in our town
Oh, baby
Ladies, there's some jealous guys in our town
Oh, baby
(Well, well, well)

Now, would you be mad if I gave back your girl?
Or would it still be a problem with the entire Harlem World?
At first you were singing that she was your ex
But you was ready to kill me when you found out we had sex

When I came and told you the deal
You wouldn't admit how you feel
Now, you know your girl love me
Why can't you just let it be?
(Just let it be)

Ladies, there's some jealous guys in our town
Oh, baby
Ladies, there's some jealous guys in our town
Oh, baby
(Well, well, well)

Girl, I really hope you find a new lover
'Cuz Mase can't take no more of you fuckin' him and his brotha
And girl, what make you think you could do what you do
And think that we'll be standing here fighting over you? Come on

When I came and told him the deal
He wouldn't admit how he feel
Now, he know his girl love me
Why can't he just let it be?
(Just let it be)

Ladies, there's some jealous guys in our town
Oh, baby
Ladies, there's some jealous guys in our town
Oh, baby
(Well, well, well)

As I said before, I go by the name of Puffy Daddy
And I'm a Scorpio and I'm not a jealous guy
Come on, sing for me, Mase

Ladies, there's some jealous guys in our town
Oh, baby
Ladies, there's some jealous guys in our town
Oh, baby

Ladies, there's some jealous guys in our town
Oh, baby
Ladies, there's some jealous guys in our town
Oh, baby

You see if we had more pimps, it wouldn't be no jealous guys
See me, I live by the four pimp rules
Number one, you control the situation
You get in they head before you get in they bed

And number two, girls run like buses, you may miss one
Catch another one every hour on the hour, promptly
And number three, what that girl ain't willin' to do
You got a hundred more girls more than willin'

And number four, is a new rule to the new pimp testament
You can't be a playa and hate the playas
That don't make no sense

I don't wanna see no more jealous guys at the end of this song, y'all
I really don't wanna see no more jealous guys after this song, y'all
So, can y'all sing along with me
I mean put your hands together, sing along, y'all, sing along everybody

I just really wanna come and let you know
Girl, you just got to let them go
'Cuz they're jealous guys, jealous guys, in our town
And it's gonna show, love is gonna show
It's gonna show, oh, baby, it's gonna show, oh, oh

It's gonna show, it's gon', it's gon', it's gonna show
And you is a jealous guy in our town
In our town, in our town

Ooh, baby, ooh, yeah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh
Well, well, well, well, well, well
Well, well, well, well
Where do you go when there's jealous guys in our town?
(Now, that's the end of our discussion)

To all the player haters and player hatas
Mase, Harlem World, Puff Daddy and 112
Telling you to be a lover and not a hater

You'll get further in life
May God bless you and good night

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Jeeps, Lex Coups, Bimaz &Amp; Benz - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Jeeps, Lex Coups, Bimaz &Amp; Benz
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Osten Harvey, Terrance Kelly, Tim Patterson

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Lyric:
Yeah, LB fam finally up in this piece
Got my mans that put me on, you know what I'm sayin'
Want a shout out to the Uptown, you know man
Word up

MCA, this is how we do everyday
Me and Freaky Tah hah
Pretty Lou, my man, Spigg Nice
We be gettin' down representin'
So this is how we go, let me let you know, how
It be, in da, G H E, double T O, rhyme name ho
They be runnin' down the line
Hey, if you hear a mistake rewind

Whose the best? Whose the worst in this here rap game?
For those who claim to be the best, I tear them out the frame
I'm representin' puttin' Queens on the map
Double springs, wit some baggy jeans when I rap
Come up with a style to make con-versital
Don't treat me like no lame, I've been in this game for awhile
I've seen alot ta come, I've seen alot a go
I've seen alot ta break, I've seen alot to blow, a yo

It's a trip to see a nigga slip
Get a grip nigga, nigga get a grip, get a
You don't even know the half of my crew
To be talking, but you're talking and you act like you knew
Yo set it, you fuckin' crossed the line and hit the border
LB fam start attacking some attacking outta order
Put on your leather gloves, and hats and get your picture mats
And get the gats just in case you take it to the stacks

Shout out to the Jeeps
It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up
And to the hoods
East Coast, West Coast and World Wide
Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai
And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right

Now a dayz, niggaz frontin' like they ill
Now bustin' caps and got a muthafuckin' things to do to show his skill
Recognize, nigga what you frontin' for
I know your style, you neva hit a blunt before
Oh, your just another in the race
Fakin' gats, takin' up space
To me your nuttin' but a needle in the hay stack
Listen kid, I've been doing this since from ways back

In the day, Ace Duce Tre
At the best, up to Zimbabwe hey
Whose the best? I want the best to come test me
So I can release some stress from my chest G
Is you down to go pound for pound
Toe to toe, blow for blow, round for round
I'm wonderin' 'coz I bring the thunder and the rain
'Causin' confusion to your brain

Shout out to the Jeeps
It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up
And to the hoods
East Coast, West Coast and World Wide
Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai
And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right

Keep the shit live for the year 95
I got more niggaz in my tribe than there's beez in the bee hive
LB Fam everyday stay high
Mr. Cheeks, everyday high
Concentrate to get my shit straight
Make us wait, before it's too fuckin' late
The Lost Boyz, yeah that's who I be's wit
That's who I runs wit, who I smoke trees wit

Pack your bags, head outta town
I'll be back around so be gone before sundown
From Jamaica comes a nigga named Cheeks
With techniques of the streets over rough neck beats
This room is going bounce about the Cheeks can't remember
I'm the muthafucker choppin' crews like a chainsaw
Talk what you wanna, do what you gotta
Well let me tell you something man you can't do me nadda

Shout out to the Jeeps
It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up
And to the hoods
East Coast, West Coast and World Wide
Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai
And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right

Shout out to the Jeeps
It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up
And to the hoods
East Coast, West Coast and World Wide
Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai
And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right

Now if you listen to my album
You see we only deal wit the real deal street life

Shout out to the Jeeps
It's the Lex Coups, Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
To all my peoples in the pen, keep your head up
And to the hoods
East Coast, West Coast and World Wide
Ain't nuttin' wrong with puffin' on lai
And if you're with me let me hear you say "Right", right, right

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Joy - Lyrics - Cookbook - Missy Elliott

Title: Joy
Album: Cookbook
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, Mike Jones

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Lyric:
Joy
Joy
Joy, so sick
Joy

Timbo, what they do, they try to be like Missy but they have no clue
On how I'm spittin' over beats the way I move
I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes
Now put the needle on the record, show 'n' prove

Since ninety-two, I came to win and never lose
They try to stop a chubby chick from comin' through
My belly out and sellin' out these venues
My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze

My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued
And those who fake, I take on you and your dudes
I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools

Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news
And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose
'Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like, ooh
When I come out get your release dates moved

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
When I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
This year you hear a real MC, when I
Break, break, b-b-break, break, break

I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow
And those who try to compete to the wall I throw
So I drop it low, 808 kick low
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Mr. Mos', this beat he compose
While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed
Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show

Spit on break beats, make rappers lose sleep
Make labels unable drop they artists on leak
I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me
Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow

I'm slowin', the track down, so you don't miss the shit
That Misdemeanor talkin' like that chronic get you super high

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
This year you hear a real MC
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
When I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
This year you hear a real MC
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'

See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time
I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind
My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around
Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted

'Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat
Wherever you talkin' noise is where you gon' lay at
I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy
Before the fame majors used to diss me

But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop
Before my deal came my shows was sold out
House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill
I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real

I'm who, Mike Jones, Who? Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned
2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 0 0 4
That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low, I got

Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight
If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies
Be proud of yo' big-big feet
We came to party up in this bitch

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Happiness - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: Happiness
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): Arlene Delvalle, Lavonne Alford, Curtis Mayfield, Jean Claude Olivier, Mary J Blige, Sean Combs, Loren Dechalus, Gil Askey, C Gavin

Lyric:
Yo, it's a beautiful day, and everybody's feelin' wonderful
The ladies is out, lookin' fly, dressed comfortable
I love to wake up and feel the breeze through my window
Slip on a fatigues, grab a dutch and roll some indo

It be days like these that make life so much easier
Fish thawin' out, Guinness Stout in the freezer
Walk the block at my leisure
(My leisure)

Summertime is like a anesthesia, so many pretty things to please ya
The greenery, beautiful birds, natural scenery or even just a infinite sky
We be forever puffin' lah on the block
Or tellin' jokes in the ride
(Ha ha ha)

When the weather be hot, everybody be outside
(Whut)
Havin' fun, eatin' fresh fruits and vegetables
(Aight?)

And good food put me in the mood for a festival
Some say the summer make a woman more sexual
(S'up, boo)
It's instinct, that's why my game be right on schedule

I put the great Mother Nature on a pedestal
She always fly, but today, she's exceptional
If I had a chance to make a wish
Every day would be just like this, full of happiness

I feel great even though we got mad things to deal with
Happiness is all in the mind
Let's unwind, and find a reason to smile
I'm just glad to be livin', feelin' fine
Leavin' my bad times behind

Feels great and no, we can't escape from the realness
Happiness is all in the mind
Let's unwind, and find a reason to smile
I'm just glad to be alive, feelin' fine
Livin' life one day at a time
Feelin' great

Yeah, knaw'msayin'?
I just wanna give a shout out
To everybody who got a birthday today
Happiness
(Happiness)

Have you ever heard the children play?
Sometime, I feel the same way, roll up a J
And get away, put some food on the grill
And just chill, maybe build with my elders
(Uh)

Never know the things they could tell ya
Learnin' why the caged bird sings
(Why it do that?)
'Cuz it's the vital things you know

That separate the men from the Kings
The flowers that bloom and the Sun
(Uh)
And everybody singin' the tune 'cuz it's time to have fun
We out, rollerbladin' a day where no one coulda stayed inside
(Uh, uh)

Wash the car, now it's time to take a ride
Me and my crew hangin' out, all night to sunrise
Celebration of life 'cuz every day is a surprise
Think of the rich countryside on the land of Jamaica

Mountains, springs and green acres
Or any other place in the world your mind takes you
It's the good times in life that everybody can relate to
(Uh)

And you can leave your troubles behind and have a wonderful time
Lay back and just ease your mind
(Whut)
You can leave your troubles behind and have a wonderful time
Lay back and just ease your mind

I feel great even though we got mad things to deal with
Happiness is all in the mind
Let's unwind, and find a reason to smile
I'm just glad to be livin', feelin' fine
Leavin' my bad times behind

Feels great and no, we can't escape from the realness
Happiness is all in the mind
Let's unwind, and find a reason to smile
I'm just glad to be alive, feelin' fine
Livin' life one day at a time
Feelin' great

Yeah, knaw'msayin'?
I just wanna give a shout out
To everybody who got a birthday today
Happiness
(Happiness)

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Keep Ya Head Up - Lyrics - The Phoenix - Lyfe Jennings

Title: Keep Ya Head Up
Album: The Phoenix
Artist: Lyfe Jennings
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Stan Vincent, Daryl L. Anderson, Roger Troutman

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Lyric:
Little somethin' for my godson Elijah
And a little girl named Corinne

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care

And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up

And when he tells you you ain't nutting don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
'Cause sista you don't need him
And I ain't trying to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em

You know it makes me unhappy, what's that
When brothas make babies
And leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman

Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women

Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one

He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up

Keep ya head up, ooo child things are gonna get easier
Ooo child things are gonna get brighter
Keep ya head up, ooo child things are gonna get easier
Ooo child things are gonna get brighter

Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feeling like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough

I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right

And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
I'm trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent

And in the end it seems I'm headpin for tha pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowing in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity

It seems tha rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still keep from getting wet up
You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor

Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
It ain't no hope for tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby

We ain't meant to survive, 'cause it's a setup
And even though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep your head up

Keep ya head up, ooo child things are gonna get easier
Ooo child things are gonna get brighter
Keep ya head up, ooo child things are gonna get easier
Ooo child things are gonna get brighter

And uhh, to all the ladies having babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feeling all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em

'Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
'Cause ain't nutting worse than when your son
Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'

You can't complain you was dealt this
Hell of a hand without a man, feeling helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless

While tears, is rolling down your cheeks
Ya steady Chopin things don't all down this week
'Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it

And now my son's getten older and older and cold
From having the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is driving Benz
I'm still trying to hold on to my surviving friends

And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
Please you got to keep your head up

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