10 Commandments - Lyrics - Meet The Girl Next Door - Lil' Mo

Title: 10 Commandments
Album: Meet The Girl Next Door
Artist: Lil' Mo
Composer(s): Kim Jones, Christopher Martin, Cynthia Loving, Chucky Thompson, Khary Kimani Turner

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Lyric:
Ladies, I wrote me a manual
How to keep your man
These rules you must follow
My 10 commandments
(Oo, oo, oo)

Let me break it down for you
Rule number 1
Never give him some on the first night
Rule number 2
Never bring your man around your crew

Rule number 3
Never call him first let him call you
Rule number 4
Never let him know your every move

Rule number 5
Never tell him about your past
How many other lovers you've had?
How many other lovers went bad?
Make no exceptions
If you want it to last

Girl, you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more

Rule number 6
Never mix business with pleasure
Rule number 7
Never move in unless he tell ya

Rule number 8
Never tell your friends about your bedroom
Rule number 9
Never let them know his shoe size

Rule number 10
Should have been rule number 1
'Cos If you give in on the first night
Make sure you ride that thing

Scream his name
And he'll be yours for life
'Cos you know your excited
('Cos you know your excited)

And you just can't fight it
And you wanna tell all your friends
But you've got to make sure loves intact
Because you want him to keep coming back

Girl, you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more

Girl, you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more

There's never no such thing as giving him to much
'Cos if you want to wed with your man
You can never give enough
'Cos you get excited

And wanna tell everybody
But you've got to make sure
Loves intact
Then it will help you bring him back

I've been in this thing for years
It made me an animal
Me and my girl
Mo wrote you'll a manual

Step by step booklet for you to keep
Your man in his place
And out the next girls' face
Rule number 1

Never give a dude money
Girl, don't be a dummy
Let the homie, stay bummy
'Cos once he start, he won't stop, that's it

And all he gonna do is spend it on the next chic
Rule number 2
Before you give him some
It's your way

Shoppin', a new car
That's what I call foreplay
Now don't get me wrong
Respect your man

But if dude gets out of line
Then check your man
Rule number 3
Should have been rule number 1

Never go down
Till he licks you round
Your neck, your back, your pussy and ass crack
Rule number 4, 5 and 6

Very important lessons
Keep your man guessing
Never let him see you stressing
And if you love heres 7, 8, 9 and 10

Never ever, ever mess with his friend
See if you follow these
You'll have mad bred
To breaka house on the beach

And mad trips to jacob
He'll be home at night cooking you a steaka
And he'll keep coming back for more
On the wake up

Girl, you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more

Girl, you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more

Understand
If you want to keep your man
And you want to hold on to him
Keep your man whipped

Follow my 10 commandments
Ha, you got it
Ha, keep coming back for more
Understand

Keep your man
My command
More and more and more
More and more and more

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12 O'Clock - Lyrics - Naked - Marques Houston

Title: 12 O'Clock
Album: Naked
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Joe Budden, C Bold, C Stokes, Marques Houston

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Lyric:
It's ya boi, M.H.
Joe Budden
(Joey)
We at it again

Ok, I got my bathin' apes, check, outfit, check
No need to iron, might need to iron
Wit these jewels on, it?s likely they'll be iron
Ask mami dancin' beside me if she ridin'

Or what she sippin' on, mink got my fitted on
She somethin' vivid on, we came to get it on
Came to get it on, drink a lil' here
Everybody throw a drink in the air
It's goin' down, come on

I stepped in da party like whoa
What's da deal wit it? Ain't no hands in da air unless it's a drink wit it
Honeys lovin' 'cus they know I rock da bells in here
Thugs wit me 'cus they know I roll wit Kells and dem

Then I spot mami shakin' like a tambourine
Wanna eat it just like a jelly bean
Mami's givin' me all these nasty dreams
And I'm glad I brought my ass to the right party

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no going home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Stack my chips, make dem hits and
I can tell that y'all love my shit
And got my shirt off, wit my Timbs on
Here all night so you know it's going on

Mami shake it like a tambourine
Wanna eat it just like a tangerine
Mami's givin' me all these nasty dreams
Glad I brought my ass to the right party tonight

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

No more excuses, now in the two doors exclusive
And everything is all inclusive
We can do it all if my boys included
On da phone wit her friends invite 'em all, let's do this

Get things juicy, it's more than enough room in da jacuzzi
For you to lose the feeling of a groupie
Leave ya dude lose the feeling of a hoopty
New Kells playing feelin' on yo' booty

Keys to the Ferrar, leave in the garage
Starts wit a massage, ends wit ménage
Ends in me gettin' da skins to some DeBarge
Just 'cus she tellin' her friends it was garbage

Four a.m., gotta a babe on the cell
Five a.m., on my way to the tel
But then around six, same thing, different chick
XL mag, perfect fit, now to the bridge, let's go

Baby showin' me all these crazy things
Got me nibblin' on her belly ring
'Bout to get into the swing of things
She keep rubbin' againist my swinga thing

We off up in the other room so hot
Shorty's about to take off that pink tank top
All I wanna say is, shorty drop it like it's hot
(Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot)

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Da, da, da

Rocafella records
MH, Joe Budden
(Joey)
TUG, Chris Stokes, I see you boy
(It's the Roc, you bastards)

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3 Sheets To The Wind - Lyrics - The Polyfuze Method - Kid Rock

Title: 3 Sheets To The Wind
Album: The Polyfuze Method
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie

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Lyric:
What's my name?
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

What's my name?
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

What's my name?
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

I'm here an' it's clear, I'm gonna flow, so, yo, black
Just get on up or you get the bozak
'Coz it ain't Kojak or Dr. Zeus
It's the Kid, motherfucker an' I'm gonna get loose

'Coz I got the juice to spruce an' get nice
An' so enticin', strong like a bison
Ruff like Brandy an' no one knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads

Smash, slash an' when I trash, I bash
I get ill, I chill but you don't know the half
I trip, I rip an' though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin' but a funky country hick

But I still get down with a sound that pumps
An' you can hear me from the trucks an' the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high

L.S.D. is what I'm trippin' on
An' O.E., bitch, is what I'm sippin' on
A big fat booty's what I'm grippin' on
But for now I'm gonna rock an' keep rippin' on

Down to the motherfuckin' A.M.
As I co bump an' jump an' keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain, no pain
Now c'mon y'all an' tell me what's my name

Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin'
Taggin' hoes, gettin' lots of trim
Gettin' jocks an' props for all the spots I rock

I'm true' I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo
An' for the few who knew, yo, I'ma bang for you
Because the Kid Rock ain't no bitch, yo
An' I ain't no radio, wanna get rich, ho

So count my props, you can't get with me
An' fuck all you cops, you ain't shit to me
But hoes with guns, playin' hard for fun
So stay off my dick because I ain't the one

An' for anyone tryin' to bust me up
You better chill with that tryin' to fuck me up
An' if you're talkin' shit, I'm gonna shut ya up
An' all ya whack DJ's, I'm gonna cut ya up

'Coz I don't give a fuck about no one
An' when I wax, I tax an' that's just how it goes, son
Yo, I ain't no sucker
'Coz I'm the Kid Rock, motherfucker

Straight from Motown an' I won't slow down
I cease an' the cheese MCs, I mow down
An' I show no shame 'coz I'm down for mine
Now tell me, what's my name

Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

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4:20 - Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Title: 4:20
Album: 4:21...the Day After
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): P. Charles, Clifford Smith, Robert Jr. Diggs, C. Fisk

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Lyric:
Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll, roll, roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it

Yeah, fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing
Call the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling
N***** no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though
Good p**** put a hump in my back like Quasimoto

Hah, my sex ain't h*** season vet, hold the adobo
Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough
I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get s**** out
Put hands on these n*****, then put the roach out

Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good
Man, this Tarzan s*** in the woods, my s*** is hood, b****
That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies
Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bulls***

Real s***, money come first, and even worse
You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, t****
So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint
D****, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa

It's 4:20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out
No seeds, California w*** have you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out
4:20 mean you either roll up or roll out

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it
Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it

So on and so on, I flow on, power to our people
Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d*****
Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney
With that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb

The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the kitchen
With that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision
Not a good look, told ya my n****, Tical deliver
Hook or crook, lots of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger foot

Yeah, taking it there, hating who care
Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here
To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals
Fuck it, y'all n***** is p****, so is the d*** that sent you

RZA, we done it again, Co-D occasion
Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then
Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping
The big and rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten

It's 4:20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out
No seeds, California w*** have you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out
4:20 mean you either roll up or roll out

It's 4:20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out
No seeds, California w*** have you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out
4:20 mean you either roll up or roll out

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it

The rap game won't like me
You can tell that a n**** is shiesty
If I die, my second born'll be like me, slide d*** to your wifey
Never know your baby boy just might be

Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill
From the Hill, never ran, never will
Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point
This is not a rap song, you get clapped on

B****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name
Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame
Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the fact
Where you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that

Caught your verse for sale, but real n***** don't shoot and tell
We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell

Roll that s***

The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker
Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma
Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster
Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up

Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano
Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle
And pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow
I'm still alive and still the sun'll come out tomorrow

Shine, shine, shine and grind, 'cause it's money on my mind
And I'm moving like my life is on the line
For the bulls***, I really got no time, a full clip
Really gon' let ya n***** know what's on my mind

When ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up
You won't need a camera phone to get the picture
Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up
Carlo Verrazano, you can call me mister

It's 4:20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out
No seeds, California w*** have you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out
4:20 mean you either roll up or roll out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Unverified]

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About You - Lyrics - The Breakthrough - Mary J Blige

Title: About You
Album: The Breakthrough
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Anthony Newley, William Adams, Mary J Blige, Keith Ernesto Harris, Leslie Bricusse

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Lyric:
Mary J, Will, I Am in the place with the love
Yeah, it feels, it feels good
Mary J, Will I Am, tell 'em how ya feel

Boy you got me goin' crazy
I don't know what to say anymore
'Cuz still I wanna be your lady
You know that I would never walk out that door

I'm not giving up on us but
Things can get a little hard in this life
But you know, you know I love you

You're everthing I ever wanted
Everything I've never wanted
In a man, can't you see
What you're doing to me?

I'm sayin' yes and sayin' no
Because I don't want you to know
How I really feel, how I really feel

About you
(You know how I feel)
About you
(You know how I feel)
About you
(How I feel, you know how I feel)
So very happy with my life
(It's a new life for me, yeah)

You, you're the one for me
I don't wanna be free
Boy, you have rescued me
But sometimes I don't want to be bothered

Baby, don't think I am shady
Just adjusting to ya
I don't wanna confuse ya or even misuse ya
But I love ya, I love ya, yeah, yeah, yeah

You're everthing I ever wanted
Everything I've never wanted
In a man, can't you see
What you're doing to me?

I'm sayin' yes and sayin' no
Because I don't want you to know
How I really feel, how I really feel

About you
(You know how I feel)
About you
(You know how I feel)
About you
(How I feel, you know how I feel)
And so very happy with my life
(It's a new life for me, yeah)

(So very happy with my life)
So glad to have someone to hold me
(So very happy with my life)
I'm so glad, so glad, so glad, so glad

Baby, you a soul mama
Love's what I'ma bring to you
Quick don't pause like a comma
Won't stall on ya when it's time to put it on ya
Don't call on another chick I'm callin' on ya

Won't trip on ya, I don't bring the drama
I won't dip out when it's trauma
I'm holdin' on mama, hold up, wait a minute
We've been through the downs ups but stayed in it
So glad that I've got you, that I got you
So glad that I got you, that I got you

You're everthing I ever wanted
Everything I've never wanted
In a man, can't you see
What you're doing to me?

I'm sayin' yes and sayin' no
Because I don't want you to know
How I really feel, how I really feel

About you
(You know how I feel)
About you
(You know how I feel)
About you
(How I feel, you know how I feel)
So very happy with my life
(It's a new life for me, yeah)

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Ain'T Gonna See Tomorrow - Lyrics - Let's Get Ready - Mystikal

Title: Ain'T Gonna See Tomorrow
Album: Let's Get Ready
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): A Patton, M Tyler, David Sheats, A Benjamin

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Lyric:
Listen, Listen
Huh listen

Government got it where you can't do shit no mo'
The water ain't no good, the grass don't grow
Never mention schools ain't safe no mo'
Killing in the first grade, six years old
Ask yo self this
In what kind of world is that to raise yo children
Then again it really don't matter, where you gone go
You still gotta live it
Let's face reality, stop talking 'bout peace
That's a thing of the past
But then again that's a bald face lie
'Cause a few years ago you was hanging my ass
Be no presidents
Sometimes the whole world just pressed up against me
Think about it, young black man, come up set up for penitentiary
Do the math, all on you
Choose yo path, be a leader, pray for strength
Know when to cap and when to blast
Get back on track, we damn near got past crack
Then every dope dealer got snatched back
We all wit the black on black that's sad
Is it really in our nature what make it so bad?
But I ain't no better then the rest of y'all
Plus I came up in a house without no dad
I knew that you left, couldn't be there
[Incomprehensible], you didn't won't to
But that how it is, Lord help us
You know what we going through

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
I know some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

Somebody tell me what you get in a relationship [icnomp]
We ain't married so we can't get divorced
So the only thing left is domesticated violence
When a man uses a woman to take out his problems
He abuses that woman, then man must recognize his assignment
We got two kids and you pregnant again so how can we profit
That's bullshit
That ain't no reason to pull her arm out the socket
Baby I'm so sorry
You know that I love you and didn't wanna hurt you
When I put my hands on ya, I was wrong so I don't deserve ya
I never thought I'd see the day when they scrap a nigga
When they talk about 'em on the T V
Now my sister flipping in the grave
'Cause that's a cheap shot and I know this can't be me
Lord help her forgive me, God give me my purpose
Jesus break these chains, you know this is a vicious circle
But I got my trust in you
I know there will be light at the end of the tunnel
Had it been in many situations
She was there each and everyone of 'em
Keep me humble, I wanna take time out write down
And thank ya, thank ya
Trying to make it wit out you is something we can't do

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
I know some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

Lord tell them you difference
Between having eternal life or forever burn, burn
Lord tell 'em You was wit' me when I had my accident
And my truck started flipping and turnin'
When it feel like I was dying from the moment of impact
We rolled ten times
I was down on my best, that fool came on my side of the line
But when the truck did finally stop moving I was just fine
My little brother that was on the passenger side
Must of got hurt 'cause he was unconscious
We then had our tragedies
We was just talking so this can't be happenin'
But before I could say anything else
I saw the helicopter and the ambulance
My little brother came back through
First thing he said was "What is going on"
But the next thing he said was
"Watch over me Lord and keep me strong"
And right then and there, I knew every thing was gone be alright
But we ain't promised nothing
So thank you my Lord for saving his life

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water
It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your daughters
We struggling trying to get it together
But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Lord some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow
Lord some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow

It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God

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Z - Ain'T No ***** - Lyrics - Unplugged - Jay

Title: Z - Ain'T No *****
Album: Unplugged
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert, Tyrone Thomas, Shawn Carter, August Moon, Brian Potter

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Lyric:
Foxy Brown
What? Jay-Z, what

I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me

You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You gotcha own '96 suh-in, the ride
And keep your ass tighter than Versace, that's why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me, they connivin' shit

The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent francs
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly, no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence

They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than eight seconds
Still poundin' in my after life laughin', my shit is tight
Who you askin', right?

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own
(Yea, yea)

Fresh to Def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surroudin' your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan

I keep ya dove but love
You know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep

I've been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken 'n'
You can't change a player's game in the ninth innin'
The chrome rim spinnin' keeps 'em grinnin'
So I run way the fuck up in 'em and wrinkle the face like linen

I play hard-eh till they say God
He's keepin' it real, jigga, stay hard
Lawd, don't even trip
I never slip, nigga, get a grip

What you don't see is whatcha get
Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel?
When you niggas play sick we can all get ill
(What the deal?)

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love, you know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B, so I stay deep

What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the French tub
Mackin' this bitch, wifee, nigga
So when you flip that coke, remember the days you was dead broke

But now you're style and I raised you
Basically, made you into a don
Flippin' weight, heroin and shit, you know the pussy is all that
That's why I get bagets five carats and all that

From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell, I'm ringin' bells
So who the playa? I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'
On how I fuck the best o' shit

Specially when I'm flippin' Baileys
Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was

I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters before this rap shit
When you was in levers and bullshit berettas
And eek classes with mo in the glasses, shows in Cali
Wit all the flavor suede Bally's

Now all your mens' up in your Benz's high post
I swear you be killin' me playin' inside my pubic hairs
I never worry 'bout them other chicks
'Cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin' that bitch

I took a little when you was up North, your comisary stay pilin'
How you livin' large on the island, all them collects have me vex
But when you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks

Now we on the rise, your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see half o' the dough
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone

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Z - Ain'T No Nigga - Foxy Brown - Lyrics - Bring It On: The Best Of - Jay

Title: Z - Ain'T No Nigga - Foxy Brown
Album: Bring It On: The Best Of
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert, Tyrone Thomas, Shawn Carter, August Moon, Brian Potter

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Lyric:
Foxy Brown
What? Jay-Z, what

I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me

You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You gotcha own '96 suh-in, the ride
And keep your ass tighter than Versace, that's why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me, they connivin' shit

The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent francs
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly, no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence

They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than eight seconds
Still poundin' in my after life laughin', my shit is tight
Who you askin', right?

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own
(Yea, yea)

Fresh to Def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surroudin' your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan

I keep ya dove but love
You know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep

I've been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken 'n'
You can't change a player's game in the ninth innin'
The chrome rim spinnin' keeps 'em grinnin'
So I run way the fuck up in 'em and wrinkle the face like linen

I play hard-eh till they say God
He's keepin' it real, jigga, stay hard
Lawd, don't even trip
I never slip, nigga, get a grip

What you don't see is whatcha get
Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel?
When you niggas play sick we can all get ill
(What the deal?)

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love, you know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B, so I stay deep

What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the French tub
Mackin' this bitch, wifee, nigga
So when you flip that coke, remember the days you was dead broke

But now you're style and I raised you
Basically, made you into a don
Flippin' weight, heroin and shit, you know the pussy is all that
That's why I get bagets five carats and all that

From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell, I'm ringin' bells
So who the playa? I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'
On how I fuck the best o' shit

Specially when I'm flippin' Baileys
Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was

I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters before this rap shit
When you was in levers and bullshit berettas
And eek classes with mo in the glasses, shows in Cali
Wit all the flavor suede Bally's

Now all your mens' up in your Benz's high post
I swear you be killin' me playin' inside my pubic hairs
I never worry 'bout them other chicks
'Cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin' that bitch

I took a little when you was up North, your comisary stay pilin'
How you livin' large on the island, all them collects have me vex
But when you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks

Now we on the rise, your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see half o' the dough
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone

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All Funked Up - Lyrics - Vicious Cycle - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: All Funked Up
Album: Vicious Cycle
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Jim Peterik, Hughie Thomasson, Johnny Van Zant, Rick Medlocke, Gary Rossington

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Lyric:
Tornadoes spinnin', I sit here grinnin'
I think we've all seen this movie before
This is confusin', almost amusin'
It's hard to tell up and down anymore

When did it get so crazy, how did we lose control
Everybody's shouting, how bad it really sucks

Situation normal
All funked up
We're all funked up

We had some leaders and they were cheaters
But they came out smelling like a rose
We should reject them, but we respect them
For what they do when the door is closed

Nothing in this world a simple man can do
Stand up and be counted, ain't you had enough

Situation normal
All funked up
Yeah, we're all funked up

We're functionally disfunctional
Though we're functionally, yeah, disfunctional
We're all funked up

Don't you know the meaning of the word snafu
Better known as trouble for me and you
Murphy's law will get ya, he's on his way
Same ol', same ol' shit, a different day

Tornadoes spinnin', I sit here grinnin'
I think we've all seen this movie before
This is confusin', almost amusin'
It's hard to tell up and down anymore

Everybody's shouting how bad it really sucks

Situation normal
All funked up
We're all funked up
We're all funked up
We're all funked up

All funked up

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All The Way - Lyrics - Lonely Grill - Lonestar

Title: All The Way
Album: Lonely Grill
Artist: Lonestar
Composer(s): Shelly Sterling, Stephony Smith

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Lyric:
Hey, we're walkin' through this together
And I'm holdin' onto you
Nothin' can separate this little twist of fate
You're the one my heart belongs to

Nothin's quite as sweet as the journey
So, let's go around the world
Takin' in everything no matter what life brings
We're gonna be chasin' forever

All the way to the end all my life and back again
Every day I'll be here loving you all through the years
And it's true there's so much freedom in knowin'
How sure we are that we're goin', all the way

People ask me, "Think ya'll can make it"
And I tell them honestly
This ain't no fleeting thing we're not imagining
This is it, we know it's meant to be

'Cause I love you, love you completely
I've never felt like this I don't want nothin' but
Something that's passionate
'Cause the only way I know how to love is

All the way to the end all my life and back again
Every day I'll be here loving you all through the years
And it's true there's so much freedom in knowin'
How sure we are that we're goin', all the way, hoo all the way

There's so much freedom in knowin'
How sure we are that we're goin' all the way
All the way, hoo all the way, all the way

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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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American Way - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: American Way
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): George Clinton, Kamaal Fareed, David Spradley, Nasir Jones, Garry Shider, Kelis Rogers

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Lyric:
Political, "Recently there has been an emergence of
Socially conscious and political rappers
It seems to be a new trend in the Hip-Hop world"

Nas is a rebel to America
Nas is a rebel to America
Nas is a rebel to America

Yeah, check it, uh, spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa
Beard lil' longer, feel strong enough stop ya
Drill sergeant, still thorough, wheelbarrows of distilled vodka
Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell

On cat tranquilizer rap guys get bank
And think they messiahs, but they liars
Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue
I'm American too, but I ain't with the President's crew

What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to?
You ain't got the ghetto with you
Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse
Talkin' 'bout Rap the Vote, you ain't thought about

The black vote mean Nathan
Who you gonna elect, Satan or Satan?
In the hood, nothin' is changin', uh
We ain't got no choices

Who to choose, ten years ago they were tryin' to stop our voices
And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites
Condoleeza Rice, I don't really get this chick

Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools
About poor children
Then she gotta prove
That she ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool

Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules
Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom, you confused
Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose

Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry
On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey
You MC's on that old slavery path
The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh

See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves
Cops brutalize us, get dealt with with shells
It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win
Need somebody from the hood as my councilman, uh

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
('Cause that's the American way)
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way

Up in the steam room chillin', ex foliating the skin
It's rarely men conversatin' on ends, probably businessmen
I sense good taste, and they watch us, the spot's an expensive place
Manhattan, New York, I'm try'na keep steamin', it's good for the lungs

Had plans for the evenin', this man leans in, his boy's laughin'
Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men
This always happens since all Black women care about is
Who got dough and all we do is call them either bitch or a Black hoe

I say first brotha, you ain't gotta be that cold
Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go
The biggest example in scandal of history
Were Monica Lewinsky or Donald Trump's pimpin' spree

Most woman who love Jeevanji of Gucci
Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies
But who are we to blame, not the dames
It's a man-made game, in all essence, our woman the same

Beautiful creatures, black girls birthed the earth
So they deserve to earn man's purse
Matter fact, I'm about to go shoppin' with my dime
Catch you cowards the next time, next rhyme, uh

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
(That's the American way)
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
('Cause that's the American way)

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
(What up, K? That's the American way)
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
(Ha, yeah)

I don't care about the runaways, I don't care about who's gay
I don't care about the dyin' of AIDS, but I care if I got paid
Who even cares about the President, I think we're makin' a mistake
I don't care about the hurricane as long as my baby's safe
I don't care about the candidates, they burnt this country into bits

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
Can we make a change, you know it's not overnight
Let's start the fight
(And ya don't stop, uh)
Can we make a change, you know it's not overnight
Let's start the fight

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
Nas is a rebel to America

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A Million &Amp; One Things - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: A Million &Amp; One Things
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
What, this, this here's real, nigga
It's real, nigga, too real
Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
Look, look

This one here's on tha up, dog
For all my people with bad luck, dog
Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog
For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog

For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills

If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill
If I got it ta spend, then I got it to give
But listen, man, I know ya see the ice glistenin', man
I know it make you wanna go get it bad

But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can't name one nigga like me

That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too
What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?
I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84

All tha hoes use ta jock ya, niggas use ta knock ya
Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya
Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies
Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky

Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth
And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten
I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men

I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday
I can't please everybody, but I love my folks
If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look, look, look, where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
Some of my rounds doin' bad, can't even much eat
Every time I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar
Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla

Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo'
I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure
Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo'

Niggas want me ta help 'em, ain't helpin' theyself
You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself
Ain't no love loss, I just gotta stay my distance
Gotta keep my mind straight, before I come up missin'

Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures
Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday
If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Every time I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
My niggas still my niggas, got love for 'em all
I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall

Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke
Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door
No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga
On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla

On the reala, if I could do it, then you could
Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear
Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear

They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga
Do yourself a favor, leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man
I mean every time we come through, man
I do somethin' for my people, man
I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin'

I try ta do things for tha football team
Try ta take care of my people
Try ta show them how ta help theyself

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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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Anything And Everything - Lyrics - Montell Jordan

Title: Anything And Everything
Artist: Montell Jordan
Composer(s): Danny Nixon, Montell Jordan, Anthony Crawford, Reggie Noble

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Lyric:
Another, another, another, another
Another number one hit
So get your groove on

Another number one hit
So get your groove on

Ah, anything I want boy
Ah, anything I need boy
Ah, anything I want boy

Another number one hit
So get your groove on

They say that money can't buy me love
But they don't know this Tenderoni
That I speaking of
She's so fly from her head to her toes
And I suppose
That's why I'm tricking off my dough

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

Anything she wants, everything she gets
She wants it all the time
So I'll provide and buy
Anything she wants and everything she gets
'Cause all her love is mine
When she's satisfied

Anything I want boy
Ooh, that's what she said to me
She's a material girl
But that don't bother me
Check books, credit cards, American Express
Financially I'm twisted and addicted, I confess

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

Anything she wants, everything she gets
She wants it all the time
So I'll provide and buy
Anything she wants and everything she gets
'Cause all her love is mine
When she's satisfied

Yo, yo
Hey yo, son I ain't trickin' off, bitch better trick me
Serving grade AD to A and TNC
Something like AK Nell
Better fuck me for free
'Cause when trickin'
I do stickin' like IV's
I told Montell spend your money like your
If she yells Cristal
Give her double duces
If she wants a mink
Get her ass a goose
She was shady before ya
Dropped This is How We Do It
Now my MO
Hydro with a bimbo
Da' CoCo got her Cabana's
Out da' window
I get deep like I stuck my feet in slow
You jump out of bed
Boggling, screaming timbo
When a broad want ice
Give her ass a ice pick
And then dismiss like Vibe did Chris
(But diamonds are a girl's best friend)
Yeah, yeah mine too
That's why the 44 cocked right behind you

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

I'll get your hair, nails, and toes done
I'll trick off all my dough
To let you know that you're the one
You'll like the car you drive
The clothes I buy
'Cause you're so fly
Tell me baby, Can Montell provide?

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

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