Be Without You - Lyrics - Kidz Bop, Vol. 10 - Kidz Bop Kids

Title: Be Without You
Album: Kidz Bop, Vol. 10
Artist: Kidz Bop Kids
Composer(s): Jason Perry, Johnta Austin, Mary J. Blige, Bryan Michael Cox

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Lyric:
I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you
I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you, hey

Chemistry was crazy from the get go
Neither one of us knew why
We didn't deal nothing overnight
'Cuz a love like this takes some time

People swore it off as a phase, said we can't see that
Now top to bottom, they see that we did that
Yes, it's so true that, yes, we've been through it
Yes, we got real, yeah, yes

See baby we've been too strong for too long
And I can't be without you baby
And I'll be waiting up until you get home
'Cuz I can't sleep without you baby

Anybody who's ever loved, you know just what I feel
Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it
Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby

I got a question for ya, see I already know the answer
Still I wanna ask you, would you lie? No
Make me cry? No
Do somethin' behind my back and then try to cover it up?

Well, neither would I, baby
My love is only your love
Yes, I'll be faithful, yes, I'm for real
Yes, and with us you'll always know the deal

We've been too strong for too long
And I can't be without you baby
And I'll be waiting up until you get home
'Cuz I can't sleep without you baby

Anybody who's ever loved, you know just what I feel
Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it
Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby

See this is real talk
I'ma always stay, no matter what
Good or bad, right or wrong
All day every day

Now if you're down on love or don't believe
This ain't for you , no, this ain't for you
And if you got it deep in your heart
And deep down you know that it's true
Come on, come on, come on

Well, let me see you put your hands up
Boys say your girl, she's the one
Put your hands up
Look him right in his eyes and tell him

We've been too strong for too long
And I can't be without you baby
I'll be waiting up until you get home
'Cuz I can't sleep without you baby

If anybody who's ever loved, you know just what I feel
Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it
Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby
Hey, ohh, hey oh

I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you
I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you

I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you
I wanna be with you, gotta be with you
Need to be with you

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Blowin' Up In The World - Lyrics - Kool G. Rap

Title: Blowin' Up In The World
Artist: Kool G. Rap
Composer(s): Anthony Best, Robert E Caldwell, Alfons Kettner, Nathaniel Wilson

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Lyric:
Back in the days was kinda crazy, kid I started out with nothin'
Wasn't livin' like thanks giving, I was turkey without the stuffin'
Sometimes I sweared to God that I was headed for the poorhouse
Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed tryin' to feed 4 mouths

Wasn't rockin' girbauds, I barely had clothes and when it snowed
And temperatures droppin' below zero, you know I froze
No Cd's, a black and white TV, a seat is a rubber tire
With a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers

Had nothin' in my cabinet, but cans of raid
I'm knockin' on my neighbor's door
To borrow a cup of sugar for my kool-aid
I wasn't freshly dipped, my gear was straight ripped, I'm trippin'

'Cause my winter coat got lost buttons
And zippers that wouldn't stay zipped
I never remembered the brother was straight fat cat
Not even a big mac black, I had kid castle topped with crackerjacks

Walkin' the streets, with the weak sneaks on my feet
And the freaks wouldn't speak, I never had lipstick on my cheek
So much for getting humped from the stunts, I always struck out
The one y'all likes is takin' hikes if you can't pull a buck out
So now I gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and girls
Straight up baby, I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines
I gotta get mines, I gotsta get mines, yeah

It seems like only yesterday, my moms was on my back
Get your butt up out the sack and find a job or hit the road jack
Black, I don't disown her, I'm just a kid from corona
With a G.E.D. diploma, with more ribs showin' than Tony rhoma's

In order to get straight, I gotsta to make a muscle
Learned to hustle and bustle and I gave the streets a tussle
Standin' down on the corner slangin' fat rocks to bottles
With the black tops, for cops got my shorty watchin' my back hobbes

Makin' mad Lucci, bought up Louis vuitton Gucci
Hoochies callin' me boochi, while they smooch me, givin' up the coochie
Now I'm a felon, started sellin' and splittin' melons
I started gellin', to tellin' police just 'cause I was swellin'

Hangin' out on the corner playin' cee-lo, rollin' for half a kilo
Yo you'll never see G-low a-goin' below
Yeah, straight gettin' fortunate, as long as fees was torchin' it
It started gettin' hot around the block, the cops was scorchin' it

But luckily I made out before the coppers could frisk me and diss me
'Cause business is drugs is gettin' too risky
So now I just lamp, collect stamps
Snatch up tramps diamonds and pearls
Straight up baby, I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines
I gotta get mines, I gotsta get mines, yeah

I got put on by DJ polo, cut the record, it's a demo
And started chillin' in limos with champagne and tinted windows
Hoppin', no time for pages, sportin' gold chains and rings
Clockin' money and fame, nothin' changed, I'm still the same

Just spendin' 20's and 10's at women pullin' on my linen
And grinnin' 'cause I was winnin' in this game from the beginning
The lyrical skills was kinda ill, gave you a slight chill
So I just let the hype build, known for rappers run and go write wills

I turned from a hobo to a solo bozin for dolos
Stole my dough, you still below, now I prefer cigars and blow mo'
So catch a flashback, of a G. rap track, attacked, like a head crack
That's smack, through your cap, with the lead black

And here's a new cut, for pooh-butt, rappers hangin' from off my
Two nuts like they was put there by members of the Ku Klux
So peep Kool G. rap, don't sleep, money unless it's witcha girl
Straight up kid, I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm blowin' up in the world

Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines
I gotta get mines, I gotsta get mines, yeah

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Bus To Birmingham - Lyrics - John Michael Montgomery

Title: Bus To Birmingham
Artist: John Michael Montgomery
Composer(s): Jess Brown, Tony Lane

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Lyric:
She didn't see me see her cryin'
As she sat there by the window
On a southbound Greyhound leavin' town
The hardest thing I've ever done
Was to walk away and let that woman go
'Cause she came close to turnin' me around

Now I know she missed her mama
'Cause that's the kind of life she comes from
Ain't no kind of life I'm ever gonna have
She said, she'd call me from the station
But I'll be gone before she gets there
And I'll see her every time I'm lookin' back

Heaven knows I ain't no angel
And I don't always do the right thing
And right now I know that she don't understand
But I'll sleep better knowin'
The only thing I ever loved
Is on that bus to Birmingham

Tonight I'll slip back in the shadows
And I'll sip a glass of whiskey
And I'll try to keep from whisperin' her name
But there's some highways I ain't driven
And there's some towns that I ain't lived in
And there's some times that I can't get out of the rain

And Lord I can't bear to break
Another promise that I made her
So I made out like I wanted her to go
And I'm better off believin'
That she's better off without me
'Cause I don't want her to see me do her wrong

Heaven knows I ain't no angel
And I don't always do the right thing
And right now I know that she don't understand
But I'll sleep better knowin'
The only thing I ever loved
Is on that bus to Birmingham

Heaven knows I don't always to the right thing
And right now I know that she don't understand
But I'll sleep better knowin'
The only thing I ever loved
Is on that bus to Birmingham

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Ci &Amp; Jojo - Crazy - Lyrics - X - K

Title: Ci &Amp; Jojo - Crazy
Album: X
Artist: K
Composer(s): Joel Lamonte Hailey, Darrell Allamby, Cedric R. Hailey, Lincoln C. Browder

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Lyric:
(I don't know why, what I'm doing, what I'm doing)
See, baby I, apologize
For all the things that I've done, that I've done
See I've known that I've been a fool for far too long
And baby you have it, I go around to wait
Just come back to papa, please baby, baby won't you stay
If you really love me then why are you leavin' me

I can't think, think about this crazy day
I lose sleep just to daydream about you baby

I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin' about you lately
(Crazy baby)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin' about you baby
(I don't know what to do)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, thinkin' about you lately
(Crazy, crazy, crazy)

I'm going crazy, crazy when I can touch you
(Crazy, crazy)
Crazy, crazy when I can hold you
(I'm going crazy)
Crazy, crazy when I can see you again
(I'm going crazy, said I'm going crazy)

(Said I'm going crazy)
I've finally realized that you are my true love
And I had a lot of time to think and you're all seem
To keep thinking, to keep thinking of, yeah
And now I know I need you each and every day
I can't live without you, so don't run away
Baby, you say that you love me, so why'd you leave me? Why?
(Why? Why? Why? Why?)

I can't think, think about this crazy day
I lose sleep just to daydream about you baby
(I'm going crazy)

I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin' about you lately
(Just to think)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin' about you baby
(I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, thinkin' about you lately

I'm going crazy, crazy but I can't touch you
(Crazy, crazy, I'm going crazy)
Crazy, crazy when I can hold you
(Crazy, crazy)
Crazy, crazy when I can see again

(If I can see you, if I can see you, if I can see you, if I can see you)
If I can see you, if I can see you again then I would go
If I could see you again, I'd go crazy

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Doing It Way Big - Lyrics - La Bella Mafia - Lil' Kim

Title: Doing It Way Big
Album: La Bella Mafia
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Kim Jones, J Garfield

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Lyric:
C'mon dice, c'mon dice

Throw on a Hollyhood Wear by Lil' Kim
You know the Queen Bee known for doin' it way big
We take trips to Mekenos, Greece
Just to shop, we don't stop doin' it way big
This is for my millionaire club golfers
Comin' up like Halle and Denzel, winnin' the Oscars
Y'all get y'all diamonds from Jacob, I ain't mad at ya
I get mine straight out the Kimberly Gold Mine in Africa
I smack niggaz 'cross the face with a Centurion card
Who don't believe, I'm doin' it way big
In the Continental T, Magnolia B, man, she doin' it way big
I'm comin' through Hummer stuntin', and I'm frontin'
Workin' that Burkein Ermez bag
Only multi millionaires who know about that
Be like damn, she doin' it way big

Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G
Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G

Pull out the G fifty five, Chevrolet
Oh by the way I'm doin' it way big
Eight Alpine speakers, custom made H.R.E rims
Uh huh, doin' it way big
The chinchilla blanket, the black diamond anklet
It's made out of rubbergut fagot, try to yank it
Got all glass, Benz in all class
I'm do it big, my first kid gon' have a crib all brass
This is, exotic y'all, I got it y'all
Every color lizard watch from Scotty y'all
Private jets, Tiffany silverware sets
I got shit department stores ain't even get yet
I drop thirty or more in Christian Dior
They gotta close the store and let me shop some more
We go to Broadway plays in six white Rolls Royce
Now that's what you call doin' it way big

Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G
Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G

As long as I'm here, I'm gon' keep doin' it, doin' it how I do it
When I do it best believe I be doin' it way big
We greet our guests at the door
With champagne and cigars that read doin' it way big
Chrome on the doors, stone on the floors
Fourteen karat gold paint on the walls
We swim in pools with marble waterfalls
Ball, baby or don't ball at all
My bathroom is Chanel, my bedroom Louis Vuitton
And office decorated in Ralph Lauren
I got a Versace couch and pillows I sleep on
With the matchin' robe and slippers, I beg to differ
La Perla lingerie, 'cause it fits my body
Get with us, we know how to throw a party
And you can't get in
Without a Queen Bee Members only jacket that reads doin' it way big

Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G
Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G

C'mon dice, one more time now, c'mon dice
And the best rapper's still B.I.G

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Z - Don'T Let Me Die - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Don'T Let Me Die
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Jean Claude Olivier, Alexander Mosley, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Dear God, bring our POW's home
And bring our brothers on lock down, home, Amen

Geah, he's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock
HOV' and this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin'

My nigga Kels, oh yeah, the niggaz is comin'
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, nigga
It's HOV' and none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

Whatever happen, Lord, don't send me back
And whenever I did wrong it was Your name I cried
I heard You forgave over and over again
But when I found that out I became immune to my sins

Lay wide awake in the middle of my sleep
I see dead people and sometimes it's me, Lord
I never wanted to be a Thugfather
I only wanted to be a son of a father

That's how it sounds, it's sad
Worse than the war in Iraq when it's me against I
I gave up the weed and somehow I'm still high
Three years, still seein' the weed in my eyes, Lord

Sometimes I don't know what You want from me
But I do know You know what I want from You
Give it to me c'mon, take away this Hennessey
Take away me runnin' the street
Stop people from hatin' me
Take away all of this jealousy and prejudicy

Thought You said, it was a better place
I grew up around pimps, hustlers hoes and project gangsters
Hard to believe in what I can't see
I gotta get this money and feed my family

Whatever guillotine guides my life
Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight
But if I shall before I wake what shall I say?
It's been a good run from hoodlum to Island estates

How could one, make such foul mistakes
Still be allowed to have a smile on my face?
Hell, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder
In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner

Now my life's straight like a perm
Try to take the spot I earned, muh'fucker better learn

It's Hov, he's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock
Kel and this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin'

Hov, oh yeah, the niggaz is comin'
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

Hey boy, hear me out, got a few mo' things to say
These niggaz be chasin' me like everyday
C'mere, no, my life on crutches, devils say
I'll never walk again but the Devil is a liar 'cause I believe within

You're the reason that I'm still here
Even though I don't act like it
Even though I hear my calling and fight it
Fools do me so wrong, it's hard to stay righteous
Pimping was a mountain to heaven, I'd hike it

Believe me, Lord, I want You
Got money and fame and still it just won't do
Sometimes I don't like who I am
When I look in the mirror, my reflection is Uncle Sam

And every night I have these weird dreams
That a creature's right beside me, wake up and can't breathe
I feel like it's twenty of me
Goin' twenty different directions on a one-way street, Lord

I got houses, money and cars and that
Everything single superstar, I got the whole music industry sewed
But it still don't matter when I'm gone and my casket closed, go

Whatever guillotine guides my life
Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight
But if I shall before I wake I'd accept my fate
I did what I did my heart was in the right place

I did so I could live to put food on my plate
You musta love me not to let it end by 3 that day
Well, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder
In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner

I guess I'm not finished with my journey
Please forgive me for my sins
Shit, I'm still trying to learn, meet Hov

He's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock
Kel and this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin'

Hov, oh yeah, the niggaz is comin'
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

[Incomprehensible]

Wrap your arms around us God
Let there be peace and no more war
And bring our soldiers home, let us pray

Hey, hey, hey

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And That'S What Hurts - Lyrics - Hall &Amp; Oates

Title: And That'S What Hurts
Artist: Hall &Amp; Oates
Composer(s): Ty Lacy, Desmond Child

Lyric:
Never let nobody know me
Never let nobody dare
Never let somebody hold me
Long enough for me to care
Till I found you, till I found you

Never let my guard down easy
Never let myself let go
I never knew the reason why
I never let my feelings show
Till I felt the pain of loving you

And that's what hurts when we say, goodbye
And that's what hurts on those sleepless nights
There's nothing I can do 'cos I'm lost inside of you
And that's what hurts

I never let nobody touch me
Never let nobody try
I never let somebody move me
Deep enough to make me cry
Till I found you, till I found you

I was strong and independent
I never needed anyone
I thought, I had it all together
Until you came and proved me wrong
Now I'm stronger with you in my life

And that's what hurts when we say, goodbye
And that's what hurts on those sleepless nights
There's nothing I can do 'cos I'm lost inside of you
And that's what hurts

Yeah and that's the catch
But the hearts not good at holding back
It's a blessing and a curse
And I don't know what's worse
And that's what hurts

Sometimes, I wanna run
Sometimes, I feel just like a fool
Sometimes I'm even sorry baby

That I felt in love with you
Oooh, that's when it hurts
It hurts so bad
Ooh, can't sleep at night

Nothing I can do
'Cause I'm lost inside of you
Ohh, it hurts
Oh, it hurts

'Cause I'm lost inside of you
I can't help myself, I can't help myself
Hurts without you baby
You're not here, you're not here

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Fuck You - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: Fuck You
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Chad Butler, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Wazzup? This Webbie
Trill Entertainment, Young Savage aka Lil' Baton Rouge
However you wanna call it, nigga
Now look at the bad bitches, nigga

Fuck them industry niggas, makin' it hard on me
Fuck that, I'ma keep it in the streets
Long as I got my cd, niggas, I'm straight, ya heard me?
Let's go, this is real gangsta shit right here, check this out, look

Damn nigga, how you do it like that?
Make the gangsta ass niggas bump to music like that
Make them big fine hoes shake they booty like that
Like 21 row scrap wit Lil Boosie it like that

Play mad games wit me, I'll do ya like that
I'm a grown ass man, bitch, pursue me like that
Smoke nothin' but the best when I'm cruisin', laid back
With some trill ass niggas that I knew since way back

Still young, I ain't caught my first murder case yet
Stay scrap and can't wait to push a nigga face back
Number 10106, still I rob a racetrack
Still hangin' in the mix where it ain't safe at

I'm on some foolishness shit with these rugers and shit
I'm on some run in your house, bitch, you move and get hit
I can't take out my grill 'cause I can't take out this reel
I'm the savage shit trill and from my heart, man, I feel

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Get your bitch outta pocket, put some dick in her ass
I got a '84 Baritz and it's sittin' on glass
I'm a young pimp nigga with a whole lotta swagger
And I roll like a stone like my name Mick Jagger

Pussy niggas can't fuck with the pimp in the savage
We gettin' sucked in every city, make a whole lotta cabbage
Gettin' head on the regular level, it ain't shit
Some real trill niggas for life up in this bitch

I never go to war without that motherfuckin' gun
Down South, bitch, we like DMC and run
Like Chuck D say, bitch, my Uzi weigh a ton
I might be on parole but bitch, I'll knock out ya lungs

I come from the city where they sell cocaine
Ya get caught sniffin', niggas knock out ya brain
Leave ya lump in ya lap, your tongue on your dash
So I bust 17 and I smashed the gas, biatch

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Fuck you, nigga, my bloodline sicker
Make a quarter outta nickel, been like that since I was little
From the hood where the killas keep them pistols smokin'
Swishas drink liquor, bang a nigga, Southside gangsta nigga

Fuck everythin' you goin' through, Bad Azz'll punish you
Show no love, love will get you killed, so here we come for you
Gat for gat, stack for stack, my click, they'll beast
It's goin' down where we roam in the hotel suite

Old lady gone crazy, caught me rollin' out 3
I beat that pussy out her drawers and I put her to sleep
You bullshittin' with me, boy, my nerves stay bad
Get one of my convicts out the hood and put that dick in yo' ass

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Fuck all y'all niggas
If you ain't rollin' with us, fuck you, nigga
Nigga makin' all these broad statements
You'll be on the motherfuckin' shirt, nigga

Nigga, face the shit, nigga
If your ass washed up, you washed up
It's a new eras, nigga, for this gangsta shit nigga
And we don't play no game

Y'all niggas be rappin' 'bout that shit, nigga
But we put that tool on yo' bitch ass nigga
Go shit yo' ass down, nigga
Garbage ass nigga, BFI ass nigga

Nigga, we got in this shit straight off you know
Real shit, we got in these streets our damn self, nigga
Nigga makin' all these, we goin' let that shit go though, man
But you know what? F U C K you, mothafucka, nigga, fuck you

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Get In Touch With Us - Lyrics - La Bella Mafia - Lil' Kim

Title: Get In Touch With Us
Album: La Bella Mafia
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): David Styles, Nadeem Shravan, Alka Yagnik, K Hassan, Kimberly Jones, Lamont Porter, T Hassan, Udit Narayan, Estate Of Christopher Wa

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Lyric:
Now you've seen this before don't
Don't tell me what's been happening
Okay, just let me sit here, enjoy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm back
Aw yeah, I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Aw yeah, I'm back I'm back
Yeah, yeah, I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats

If you see a 745 and a body that's wide
Take a peak and make sure ain't nobody inside
Fuckin' with the Bee you might not make it alive
'Cause it's murdah, ain't talkin' Irv and Ja

Y'all sleep on baby girl, I seldom frown
Spit the shank out my mouth and bust you down
Biggie left me the torch, so I'm holdin' it now
And you sick 'cause I'm a bitch and I'm holdin' it down

If Styles say get you, without no doubt
I'm a set you real good then I'm airin' you out
Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdosed
That shadow that you see, that's my motherfucker Ghost
(Whattup nigga?)

S.P., Lil' Kim, we in it to win it
Do a bid for my crimey, that's my co-defendant
And you snitch niggaz tryin' to get a nigga locked up
Come through in the ice and truck and tear your whole block up

Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm about to murder cats, aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(She Bonnie, I'm Clyde)
(I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized)

Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm about to murder cats, aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us

You know the Ghost'll steal your soul from you
Lil' Kim'll pull the four and leave a motherfuckin' hole in you
I need an antidote, to take away the pain
I gotta smoke weed or crack a nigga canteloupe

I used to dream of this, I used to but now I got
the money and the house and the shit seem meaningless
What's it all worth? If the grind don't ever stop, huh
Then my mind won't ever stop, nine won't ever stop, uh-uh

They say you too violent, fuck you I say you too silent
You scared to represent, I'ma make the news column
This is Holiday and Lil' Kim, yes it is
Bust your gun, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin

Go ahead, watch the drama ride, watch it she Bonnie, I'm Clyde
I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized
You can't fuck with us, sho' can't you think you could?
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us

Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm about to murder cats, aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(She Bonnie, I'm Clyde)
(I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized)

Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm about to murder cats, aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us

It's the Ghost and the Queen
I'ma shoot at most of your team
And I'm leavin' with most of your cream
Nigga knock off the riffin' shit, understand that
I'ma kill a made nigga and I'ma kill the witnesses

Y.O. nigga, crooklyn bitch
Nigga bust off your hammer and cook them bricks
If you really had dough like you said you did
We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit

If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin' the shit
And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth
It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight?
Yeah, Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White

And I ask niggaz who wan' dance
And I got his back like that bitch from, "True Romance"
S.P. the Mack Milli' Q.B. the Tech
Got the, money and the power, now where's the, respect?

Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm about to murder cats, aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(She Bonnie, I'm Clyde)
(I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized)

Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm about to murder cats, aw yeah
And I'm about to murder cats, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us

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Can'T Let You Go - Lyrics - Street Dreams - Fabolous

Title: Can'T Let You Go
Album: Street Dreams
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Justin Gregory Smith, Cynthia Loving, John David Jackson

Lyric:
Baby girl, you know my situation
And sometimes I know you get impatient
But you don't put on a show to get ovations
Take it to court and go through litigations
And I respect ya gangsta
Treat you like a princess and put some on your neck to thank ya
She's my pinch hitta when they startin' lineup
Ain't playin' right I come off the bench wit her

It might sound like I'm gassin' ya
But it takes time to get from the back seat to the passenger
We been creepin' and sneakin', just to keep it from leakin'
We so deep in our freakin' that we don't sleep on the weekend
Wifey's a little bit uptight
Wonder why I keep comin' home in the middle of the night
It'll be alright if ya bump heads it'll be a fight
But I said it'll be alright, c'mon

I really wanna be wit chu
But I gotta be real wit chu
I can't leave you alone
And I know I'm livin' wrong
But I can't let ya go
You're the one I want in my life
Already got a wife
Can't leave you alone
And I know I'm livin' wrong
But I can't let ya go

You ain't ever step out of line or get out of pocket
So I made sure Canary sent out your locket
To protect you, I'll get out and cock it
And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket, oh
You gon' play dumb if cops do come through
I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through
But I know the boutiques and shops you run through
So I cop her one, and cop you one too

You always get a daily page, weekly ring
Plus you ain't too shy to do them freaky things
I ain't gotta put a band on your finger
Or worry about you tellin' the whole world I'm your man while on springer
At first you was somethin' I denied, something I would slide
Just to do somethin' in the ride
But shorty there's somethin' you provide
'Cuz the entry ain't as good without somethin' on the side, you know

I really wanna be wit chu
But I gotta be real wit chu
I can't leave you alone
And I know I'm livin' wrong
But I can't let ya go
You're the one I want in my life
Already got a wife
Can't leave you alone
And I know I'm livin' wrong
But I can't let ya go

Uh oh, I might be leavin' the earth soon
My girl gon' kill me if she smell the scent of your perfume
Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back
Wit stains of your lip gloss on my throwback
She won't care if I'm a platinum rapper
If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper
So keep it on the down low call the car celly
You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R. Kelly

You know I care for you
Anytime this chick is there for you
These feelings I'm share wit you
Which makes it a little more clear for you

I really wanna be wit chu
But I gotta be real wit chu
I can't leave you alone
And I know I'm livin' wrong
But I can't let ya go
You're the one I want in my life
Already got a wife
Can't leave you alone
And I know I'm livin' wrong
But I can't let ya go

I really wanna be wit chu
But I gotta be real wit chu
I can't leave you alone
And I know I'm livin' wrong
But I can't let ya go
You're the one I want in my life
Already got a wife
Can't leave you alone
And I know I'm livin' wrong
But I can't let ya go

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How Do I Breathe - Lyrics - GO! - Mario

Title: How Do I Breathe
Album: GO!
Artist: Mario
Composer(s): Mikkel Eriksen, Phillip Lamont Jackson, Tor Erik Hermansen

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Lyric:
How do I breathe?
How do I breathe?
Mmm mmm

It feels so different being here, I was so used to being next to you
Life for me is not the same, there?s no one to talk to
I don't know why I let it go too far, starting over it's so hard
Seems like everywhere I try to go I keep thinking of you

I just had a wakeup call wishing that I never let you fall
Baby you are not to blame at all when I'm the one that pushed you away
Maybe if you knew I cared you?d?ve never went nowhere
Girl I should have been right there

How do I breathe without you here by my side?
How will I see when your love brought me to the light?
Where do I go when your heart?s where I lay my head?
When you?re not with me, how do I breathe, how do I breathe?

Girl I'm losing my mind, yes I made a mistake
I thought that you would be mine, guess the joke was on me
I miss you so bad I can?t sleep, I wish I knew where you could be
Another dude is replacing me, god this can?t be happening!

I just had a wakeup call wishing that I never let you fall
Baby you are not to blame at all when I'm the one that pushed you away
Maybe if you knew I cared you?d?ve never went nowhere
Girl I should have been right there
And I wonder

How do I breathe without you here by my side?
How will I see when your love brought me to the light?
Where do I go when your heart?s where I lay my head?
When you?re not with me, how do I breathe, how do I breathe?

Ooh, I should?ve brought my love home, girl
And baby I ain?t perfect, you know
The grind has got a tight hold, girl, come back to me
?Cause girl you made it hard to breathe when you?re not with me

Tell me, how do I breathe without you here by my side?
How will I see when your love brought me to the light?
Where do I go when your heart?s where I lay my head?
When you?re not with me how do I breathe?

How do I breathe without you here by my side?
How will I see when your love brought me to the light?
Where do I go when your heart?s where I lay my head?
When you?re not with me, how do I breathe, how do I breathe?

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I Love You - Lyrics - My Life - Mary J Blige

Title: I Love You
Album: My Life
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Carl Thompson, Mary J Blige, Duane Burress, Sean Combs, Percy Jackson, Isaac Hayes, Darryl Howard

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Lyric:
All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

When I found out that you were leaving me
I couldn't sleep thinking about
All the things that we've been through
Now all that I want to do is tell you that I miss you so much

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

Now that I'm on my own
I know that in time I'll find somebody new
So I'll go all alone without you but I still love you
You know I'll never live without you

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

I wish you'd change your ways soon enough
So we can be together
You just don't understand good enough
But now all we have is memories

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

Memories we shared
No one else could compare
Oh, I miss you, I miss you, oh I miss you

All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you
...

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Feel Like Home - Lyrics - The Rising Tied - Fort Minor

Title: Feel Like Home
Album: The Rising Tied
Artist: Fort Minor
Composer(s): Mike Shinoda, Takbir Khalid Bashir, Ryan Patrick Maginn

Lyric:
Yeah

These days are dark and the nights are cold
People acting like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go I see another person like me
Trying to make it all feel like home
These days are dark and the nights are cold
People acting like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go I see another person like me
Trying to make it all feel like home

Standing on the bridge in the dark and I'm seeing my breath
Trying to make it home without freezing to death
And my grandfather's face is stuck in my mind mind and how
Seeing him tonight's gonna be the last time
I should've brought a jacket
Blowing in my hands like it's really gonna stop the chill
I buy a cup of coffee with a five dollar bill
Thinking layin' in that box people look so still

At times like these you start thinkin'
Your first breath in and the clock starts tickin'
I'm not try to bum anyone out
Not tryin' to be dramatic just thinking out loud
I'm just tryin' to make sense in my mind
Some defense from the cold that I'm feeling outside
And for a minute this gig was some rhythm and rhyme
And get away from the gray just a bit at a time

Kinda funny how this world can treat you
Like a freak in a sideshow
A carnival creature climbing outta cans
I'm a diamond in the sand
But you cant tell the difference on a beach full of rhinestones
My life's like trying to swallow a pine cone
It's tough when you live fast just to die slow
Talk to dial tones my dreams are far-fetched
It seems so I sleep underneath this park bench

I know it don't make sense
And I don't expect you to know what it's like
Smoke, drink, piss sniffing everything in my sight
Push rocks in a pipe liftoff I keep puffin 'til my lips turn white
And my chest gets tight but who the fuck really cares
When you're so far left behind that even death looks right
All I can do is hope for the best and pray
That it gets a little better than yesterday

These days are dark and the nights are cold
People acting like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go I see another person like me
Trying to make it all feel like home
These days are dark and the nights are cold
People acting like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go I see another person like me
Trying to make it all feel like home

Pardon me I think I'm nect to url too many problems going on
That's why I left my girl packed my bags and traveled
With a pen and a notepad
Pissed that I was broke and all the things that I don't have
But still I try to find a way to escape
From all the hate planted in my head which lead to mistakes
But now I'm breaking the mold see I was patient and calm
Many sleep in the rain but I'm awake in the storm

Writing my life in a short film the rise and fall
How I managed to scorch hills and climb the walls
Pound pavement aimless in the cold existence
Even thought thangs are changing I'm going the distance
Overcoming the doubt that had controlled for so long
And put it all behind me 'cause life still goes on
Now I'm much stronger and know where I stand
While lost souls search over and over again

These days are dark and the nights are cold
People acting like they lost their soul
And everybody's trying not to cry
Trying to get by and trying not to feel out of control
And if you look hard enough sometimes you'll find a place
That might just remind you of home
But if it doesn't feel like home
You can do what I do just pretend you don't feel so alone

Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
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Fly Away - Lyrics - Dirty South Classics - Goodie Mob

Title: Fly Away
Album: Dirty South Classics
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Robert Barnett, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, William Knighton, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Uh-huh, one time
Yessuh yessuh

Now what they know about the banana and mayonnaise
Slices of toasted bread on the napkin
Straight up nuts with this country drawl
It ain't no reason lookin' for it ain't no fuckin' flaw
I didn't go to bed without my lucky bear claw
See, I'm a rare stud lookin' to bloom like a mushroom
In the jug, under hot lights, crystallize so nice
When I think twice, I love long summer nights
Four records deep, and I still get stage fright
From small towns to the big city night lights

If you don't like what I say, fly away, fly away
If you don't like where I stay, fly away

There's a ghetto in every city
Politicians slangin' slurs, high from the natural herb
Ain't no runnin' from niggaz everywhere you go, drankin' alcohol
Ready to call Earl, it's your world, black man
Them devils can't stand how we makin' moves, smooth
Avoidin' legal hassles goin' unseen like the hand that took
Then documented it in his book
How these niggaz shook the world with the hook
Now they back like jack in that red Cadillac

Now Git, don't let the doorknob hit ya where the good lord split ya
I'm hearin' rumors too that you so gone off that D and PCP
That thoughts of lettin' another man sample your wine
Haunts your mind look like the color pink
Rubbin' elbows with the wrong folks makin' kin breach they skin
Secretaries terminated after seein' the boss pack fudge
Dirty men need to do more than bathe, huh

How's about burned at the stake like the rest of those sodomites
Even though you had beautiful kids and a wife
He still bent both ways, ain't no due process
For boys that become gulls or verse visa
Field niggaz control this pin the hollow point tip
On this gay rights activists a ghetto game we all familiar wit'
Now how many licks, did it take, to get you wet
You ends today, fly away, fly away, now

If you don't like what I say, fly away, fly away
If you don't like where I stay, fly away

Yeah, well, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south
Some of you niggaz still think we soft
And I swore, I wouldn't never write no rhyme like this
But now you're startin' to piss me off
Oh yesh y'all, Sugah he got that silky southern drawl
Every tooth in my mouth, got gold on em' all
I'm 'eal strong, and we don't want no bad blood
But it is some, it is some

Nigga think he gotta, better mind frame then me
Nigga really think he got mo' game then me?
Gonna make me sick, they gonna think you slick
But fuck around and make me click like a magic trick
'Cause I'll prove your ass wrong bout me
We so deep and quick to stomp a nigga to sleep
And, uh, we don't like to kill, but we will
Oh Lord this south is sho' nuff trill, now shit
When we on your side of town, we don't ask why
We abide by the rules that y'all live by
And see, you're welcome to come, you're welcome to stay
But any disrespect, we will make yo' ass fly away

If you don't like what I say, fly away, fly away
If you don't like where I stay, fly away

If you don't like what I say, fly away, fly away
If you don't like where I stay, fly away

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Forget About You - Lyrics - Dierks Bentley - Dierks Bentley

Title: Forget About You
Album: Dierks Bentley
Artist: Dierks Bentley
Composer(s): Ronnie Rogers, Dierks Bentley

Lyric:
I'm gonna build a fire in the middle of July
Burn your pictures and go for a drive
Down to the river and watch the ink from your love letters fade
Come back home turn that old mattress over
Pour out the whiskey, try wakin' up sober
Gonna change it all tonight, gonna do whatever it takes

Yeah, 'cause I've lost weight and I've lost hair
And I don't intend to ever go back there
Drinkin' and a thinkin' 'bout a love that just wasn't true
And there's a good chance I'll end up insane
Without enough sense to come in from the rain
My mind might be the last thing you make me lose
But, I'll forget about you

I heard that ol' Jones song just the other day
'Bout a man who took a broken heart to his grave
But, I'll be damned if a memory is gonna lay me down
I might be walkin' around with a head full of air
Actin' kinda crazy but I don't care
This heart's barely beating, but I'll still be above the ground

Yeah, 'cause I've lost weight and I've lost hair
And I don't intend to ever go back there
Drinkin' and a thinkin' 'bout a love that just wasn't true
Yeah, and there's a good chance I'll end up insane
Without enough sense to come in from the rain
My mind might be the last thing you make me lose
But, I'll forget about you

'Cause, I've lost sleep and I've lost years
And there ain't no tellin' how many tears
My mind's gonna be the last thing you make me lose
But, I'll forget about, I'll forget about you
I'll forget about you

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Gone - Lyrics - The One - Frankie J

Title: Gone
Album: The One
Artist: Frankie J
Composer(s): Steven L. Russell, Mischke J. Butler

Lyric:
Damn, I miss you
Mmm, ooh

I toss and turn, it's so hard for me to sleep
I guess I'm not used to being alone, yeah
And I know it's because of me and I'm trying to face this reality
Past relations, they've made me into this man that I am
Knowing now that it's wrong, it's too late 'coz she's gone

Gone, gone, gone
Don't think she's ever coming back
It's killing me that I let her heart down completely
I should've gave her all of me

Gone, gone, gone
She ain't even thinkin' 'bout me, honestly
Being strong to carry on ain't easy
Gotta face it she's gone, gone

This house is cold, it's like doing time in the pen
Wondering where she is and who she with, yeah
But the hardest thing is there's no one else to blame but me
So I guess I have to take it like a man
But I don't know if I'll ever love again, yeah yeah

'Coz this pain I'm feeling inside is like a hollow point through my heart
I know that it's kinda crazy but I feel like I'm falling apart
Usually I'm so cool, but I lost it when she walked away
Lost without her and she's gone

Gone, gone, gone
Don't think she's ever coming back
It's killing me that I let her heart down completely
I should've gave her all of me

Gone, gone, gone
She ain't even thinkin' 'bout me honestly
Being strong to carry on ain't easy
Gotta face it she's gone, gone

Without some kind of intervention, I can't go on another day, oh
And I can't even bare to mention the very sound of her name
Without the sky turnin' into clouds, without the rain falling down
Falling down again, again
I can't face the fact that she's gone

Gone, gone, gone
Don't think she's ever coming back
It's killing me that I let her heart down completely
I should've gave her all of me

Gone, gone, gone
She ain't even thinkin' 'bout me honestly
Being strong to carry on ain't easy
Gotta face it she's gone, gone

Gone, gone, gone
Don't think she's ever coming back again
No, I should've never turned my back
On my lady

Gone, gone, gone
She ain't even thinkin' 'bout me honestly
Being strong to carry on ain't easy
Gotta face it she's gone, gone

Gone, gone, gone
Don't think she's ever coming back to me no more

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Holla At Me Baby - Lyrics - Dj Khaled

Title: Holla At Me Baby
Artist: Dj Khaled
Composer(s): Paul Wall, Armando Christian Perez, Khaled Khaled, Joseph Cartagena, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
You got the right one, it's wheezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let the woman taste me
Okay now I'm with Khaled, we wilin' in Miami
We got a bunch of bitches, we pile ?em in the Phantom

They follow us to mansion but I don't mean the club
I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to fuck
It's cash money baby, it's young money bitch
Now you can swallow that or you can suck a dick

Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't a Fresh Prince
Nigga I'm a young king, nigga I'm a Bun B

Yup, I go hard, ask my broad
Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin' at y'all
(She can't see)
The rest goes without me having to say
I say, go, go, go, go
(DJ)

Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist
(Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is??
(What it do?)

It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker
Chunk a deuce, sip a deuce, pourin' a big Goose vodka
Lone Star beast straight up out the H
Sure stoppin' all the hate, sippin' on the ski taste

I got the INS on my tail, immigration still harass
?Cause they see me in a foreign ridin' on imported glass
Gettin' cash is my number one task
Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class

I'm a grit boy lookin' for an ass like Ketoy
Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy
My boy toy IE got to sleep and eat
Got the sweets and who got the freaks?

Beat it up like an ass whipping
The album dropped and there's been a lot of ass kissing
But I ain't trippin', I'm trill
That's why I'm postin' with Khaled ?cause he real one
A hundred baby, like the bill
Holla at me baby

Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist
(Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is??
(What it do?)

Nah homie, you done got it fucked up
You ain't got as much money as us, nope
We sent Campbell in ?cause he got goggles on
And he's pushing something far and it's fucked

Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast
And the chopper come out of the stash
Yeah money ain't jewels, motherfucker you lose
I'll make you do the Fuck Sean Comb dance, follow me now

Who wanna come test the kid?
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that
She a motherfuckin' sex machine
Holla at me baby

Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist
(Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is??
(What it do?)

Stuntin' in a magnum, ridin' with my hat low
Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes
Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since
Know that I'ma veteran, million dollar residence

Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I want my shit bitch, go and check your senses

Known for the Benz's, chrome on the Bentley's
Smokin' on the Mentley's, Dade County big cheese
Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dawg, talk to ?em Paul Wall

Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist
(Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is??
(What it do?)

It's Mr. 3-0-5 a.k.a
Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in Dade
I owe my future to last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun-shine state where they shoot ya

Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is?
Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick?
That's all we talk about, well welcome to the South
We in, get the bread, then we out, no doubt

Harlas and priests, these boys dirty
They'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
Ahora loca, mueve la cadera
Abre la boca y viene la madera

Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist
(Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this
(Holla at me baby)
You can see me from afar, I'm the shit
Scream at me, ?What it do, what it is??
(What it do?)

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