Blackout - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Blackout
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): David Styles, Jayson Phillips, Earl Simmons, Shawn Carter, Kasseem Dean, Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Jay! Fuck that, this is it right here baby!
You know what it is

Yo, I used to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R T with the matchin' bandanna
38-snub blue steel with no hammer

And I see y'all niggaz tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Phonin' your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green

I need to boogie, even though I look, right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggaz throw us on they album, try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label

'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
They call me Raspy, tell you what I want you to know
Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't, want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip

Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, a 100 for The L.O.X.
And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck

Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheik Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you all alive in the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine

I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I got niggaz my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed
It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
Make car money, check with Sheik, go fuck with a hoe

I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's Sheik in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes
And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told

I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine?
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in your spine
Fuck with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?

Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
Order to go, always got a box of L's
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig

I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father
'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver

If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin' legit
You hold your nine if you holdin' a brick
Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent

L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from 'Bronx Tale'
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all niggaz eager to die?
I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't leave with a dime, motherfucker

I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us

It started from hunger, till it all went insane
Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done came

I suggest niggaz stop speakin' my name
'Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin'
Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'

Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes not
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell them jump through the top
Where the sun roof used to be, I could see y'all not used to me

Nigga flows like none other, I'm the meanest
Toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya motherfuckers
Y'all niggaz 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other

I'm headed nowhere fast run in the place, gat in my waist
Niggaz wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face
So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again
So now what I do? Start namin' names again, what?

All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart
Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggaz
Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin' with like four niggaz, aight

Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin', it'll be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth, got my dogs covered
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered, what?
'It's Dark,' and I love it, get him boy, let him loose, c'mon
You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot, c'mon

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I'Ve Changed - Lyrics - Todd Smith - Ll Cool J

Title: I'Ve Changed
Album: Todd Smith
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Ryan Toby, Samuel J Barnes, Jean-Claude Oliver, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Just starin' at these four walls closin'
In on me, feelin' like time's frozen
Fadin' in and out, noddin' and dozin'
Guilt tearin' up my brain like erosion

What I did to you was wrong, I admit it
I regret that I did it like a junkie when he's jonzin'
All alone in what used to be a home
But you packed up our joy in that bag you put your clothes in

The voice mail that you left me was scoldin'
Hot enough to burn a hole in a cauldron
'Cause it was all true, that's why we all through
Now your girl's pickin' up the cell when I call you

Talkin' slick like she ain't here
She don't want you no more, punk disappear, click
I need to hit her with a brick
But that'll only lead me to a worse predicament

I hope your girlfriend ain't got you on a liquor binge
With her bitter attitude just 'cause she's sick of men
But I'ma keep on callin', fightin' 'til the end
On my knees 'til they bleed, to prove my love again

I sit in front of yo' crib in the pourin' rain
Whylin' out screamin' yo' name
And keepin' ringin' yo' bell 'til you mad as hell
And call the po'-po', I ain't afraid
(Yeah, yeah)

You can get yo' folks and yo' cousins and them
And try to run me off yo' blocka
But I ain't scared, I ain't goin' nowhere
And I ain't stoppin' 'til I gotcha to show you I changed shawty

I seen you at the movies with some tall cat
So I bust his headlights with a ball bat
When I was with you he would give me dap and all that
Now you in his arms in the mall, what you call that?

That's what I get for creepin' and crawlin'
Every other weekend gone until the mornin'
Sneakin' out to my dirt, dead wrong
Comin' back past dawn with the guilty mask on

And I never counted the cost, took heed to warnings
Try to hurt a rose you get pricked by a thorn
And it don't feel nice, when you wake up nights
Shakin' in cold sweats and your whole life's a wreck

That was the old me, the one I still regret
The one you couldn't respect, the one you should forget
But I'ma keep on callin', fightin' 'til the end
On my knees 'til they bleed, to prove my love again

I sit in front of yo' crib in the pourin' rain
Whylin' out screamin' yo' name
And keepin' ringin' yo' bell 'til you mad as hell
And call the po'-po', I ain't afraid
(Yeah, yeah)

You can get yo' folks and yo' cousins and them
And try to run me off yo' blocka
But I ain't scared, I ain't goin' nowhere
And I ain't stoppin' 'til I gotcha to show you I changed shawty
To show you I changed shawty

I really did change shawty
(I'm tellin' you I've changed)
I wanna show you I changed shawty
(I still love you)

I don't care if the cops got me surrounded
SWAT teams whatever, tell 'em to send the hounds in
My mind's in an altered state
Like I'm headed for a wall, top speed, foot off the brake

I make a fool of myself, girl whatever it takes
I already played the fool when I let you escape
You're as, good as it gets, your friendship your sex
Everything about you and yours connects

From your, beautiful smile to the scent of your skin
The sheets smell different, this is not livin'
It feels like dyin', and God knows I'm tryin'
Ain't no sight sadder than a grown man cryin'

Please find it in your heart to forgive me
Realize only God can convict me
We all make mistakes, so have you
If God show mercy on me, then you should too

I sit in front of yo' crib in the pourin' rain
Whylin' out screamin' yo' name
And keepin' ringin' yo' bell 'til you mad as hell
And call the po'-po', I ain't afraid
(Yeah, yeah)

You can get yo' folks and yo' cousins and them
And try to run me off yo' blocka
But I ain't scared, I ain't goin' nowhere
And I ain't stoppin' 'til I gotcha to show you I changed shawty
To show you I changed shawty

I really did change shawty
(I'm tellin' you I've changed)
I wanna show you I changed shawty
(I still love you)
Oww
(I'm tellin' you I've changed)

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I Was - Lyrics - Neal Mccoy

Title: I Was
Artist: Neal Mccoy
Composer(s): Charlie Black, Phil Vassar

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Lyric:
I drove up form a river town it was late September early October
Thought maybe I could clear my mind and see the leaves turn red
The tune's up and the window down
On a sky line drive when she bagged me over
Hallelujah what a beautiful morning
Were the first words that she said

Her eyes were blue as the sky on a perfect blue ridge day
She said I could use a lift if you're going my way and

I was, I was headed south I was headed out
Headed nowhere or anywhere we wanted to go
The road stretched out in front of us
And she was ready to run it just like I was

Told me she was twenty-two
And she'd just broken out of William and Mary
Another summer under her daddy's roof was all that she could do
Her boyfriend she cut him loose
Too cold for a wedding in January
She said thats enough about me tell me about you

I rambled on about broken harts and staying too long
She said I'm sorry but you were right to move on and

I was, I was headed south I was headed out
Headed nowhere or anywhere we wanted to go
The road stretched out in front of us
She was ready to run it just like I was

Ain't it funny how everything hinges on a twist of fate
She held my hand and said aren't you amazed and

I was, I was headed south I was headed out
Headed nowhere or anywhere we wanted to go
The road stretched out in front of us
And she ready to run it just like I was

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Moto Psycho - Lyrics - The World Needs A Hero - Megadeth

Title: Moto Psycho
Album: The World Needs A Hero
Artist: Megadeth
Composer(s): Dave Mustaine

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Lyric:
Responsibility, an anchor around my neck
Dependability, made me a nervous wreck
Accountability, I live from check to check
Volatility, neglect and no respect

Got my wheels in motion
And I got a path to beat
I hit the road to I don't know
And look for Tough Shit Street

One-way ticket nowhere
There's no windows on this train
Can't see where I'm headed
But I'm going there again

Moto psycho
(Going nowhere)
Everybody is a
Moto psycho
Move it or lose it baby
Moto psycho
(Going nowhere)
100 miles an hour
Moto psycho
I'm a moto psycho
Moto psycho

You know you can't resist to tell me what I mean
You gave my mind a twist said that I was unclean
The actor runs the play and ad-libs in between
You're all that I resent my thoughts were so obscene

Got my wheels in motion
And I got a path to beat
I hit the road to I don't know
And look for Tough Shit Street

One-way ticket nowhere
There's no windows on this train
Can't see where I'm headed
But I'm going there again

Moto psycho
(Going nowhere)
Everybody is a
Moto psycho
Move it or lose it baby
Moto psycho
(Going nowhere)
100 miles an hour
Moto psycho
I'm a moto psycho

One-way ticket nowhere
There's no windows on this train
Can't see where I'm headed
But I'm going there again

Moto psycho
(Going nowhere)
Everybody is a
Moto psycho
Moto psycho
(Going nowhere)
Move it or lose it baby
Moto psycho

Moto psycho
(Where I'm headed I don't know but [Incomprehensible])
Moto psycho
I'm showing off I hit the road
(Moto psycho)
(Going nowhere)
Anywhere I'm going there

Moto psycho
Moto psycho
Moto psycho
...

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A Trip Out Of Town - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: A Trip Out Of Town
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): D Sloan, Dominick Lamb, Eugene Raskin, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City 'bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of things they want em to flip
I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip
Travel safe, you know that I'm a hold it down on the strip
Good lookin', word to mother son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I'm a bounce straight to your crib
On the strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta town

Now, three days pass I'm still on the strip
Doin' hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips
With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project
When police come we stick the clips in any metal object
Throwin' a nigga on the walls and try to search me down
I laugh knowin' that my stash'll never be found

Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip
Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip
My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest
He told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date is
He said he fuckin'' wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is
What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz
How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American
And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans

And how they stay wit four pounders
And speak American to try to blend in
Like they ain't obvious out of towners
Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin five G's pay
For trips that last for only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese niggas be eatin' pasta but they love Zucchini
Rockin Valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
Rockin' baseball fitters with wild animal skins on 'em

How they rock silks and tailor made pants
And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to step in the dance
Washrags hangin' from every one of our back pockets
From every fine wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop it
And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was residential
Rock laced whips while the workers'll floss the latest rentals
How they fuck with arrogant bitches who act pussy
And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they pussy

After all of that I wanted ones
The way my nigga was talkin' so next trip I went to bounce with son
So now we out of town with Guyanese cats
Up in they gates bubbling packages and layin' wit gats
Shit was slow until the main fiend was offed
Just like a thief in the night
And spread the word that we was back with the white

Ayo why don't you tell that crack head
To close the fuckin' door and shut the fuck up
Yeah man and clean the motherfucking spot up, smell like
Break the fuckin'' breakdown in the working city
Yo go get the plates and the gym star
Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that
Fuck this shit

Yeah, see how we blowin' pa
The lookout niggas holdin' fort like they was watchtowers
Buggin' on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours
So on and so on, shit is good and we eatin'
First nigga to short a package will catch the most brutal beatin'
The whole town, see we now own it
Carryin' on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best moments
We stackin' cheddar now and shit is all clear
And we was growin' as workin' niggas wit aspiring ideas

We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shit
But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love to have they own shit
Now these niggas was really ready to swell up
We decided to separate from them niggas and make our shit develop
Off in to the wilderness of the wicked Husid
We set up shops and watched the games begin
So now we ballin' like a motherfucker, money was sick
Gas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin' the dick

Fuckin' everything from the local McDonald's bitches
With the biggest ass
To attorney bitches that'll beat a charge fast
We used to takin' niggas' custies and leave they set up on tilt
And watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we built
Ain't it funny how shit transpire in fact?
Not too long after our ride we took the winner's stash, house was at
Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they palm
Not a problem so immediately reach for the John

Right away the gun bust! Straight lifted a nigga
How we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a nigga
Wild shots fire, everybody scatter like rats
Leavin' nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats
Now we got this faggot nigga blood on our hands
But fuck it, determined to fulfill the best of these plans
Shit was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall
My son said he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at all

Word, I started buggin' when my nigga said he feel cold
Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole
So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth
Flame the iron, not giving a fuck, y'all niggas wanna rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to judge
One nigga slid and think he got off the hook
Now let me find out one out of them three niggas we bodied
Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up for the party

He was the nigga to flood the table with champagnes
Stupid motherfucker tried to front, we had to leak his brain
Suddenly my nigga fell to the floor
And said his legs feel like them shits ain't got no feelin's no more
More the actin' up the more the shit I felt in my gut
The shit was all over as soon as the director said, "Cut!"

That's a wrap, good actin' motherfuckers, good actin'
That's the shit I'm talkin' about
Y'all ready to watch the playback?
Fuck around, that shit'll be a box office smash motherfuckers

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Brasilia Crossed With Trenton - Lyrics - Bob Mould

Title: Brasilia Crossed With Trenton
Artist: Bob Mould
Composer(s): Bob Mould

Lyric:
Now I walk through the day
Through the open fields
And I walk to my truck
To my truck and drive away

To the road
Through the broken road and trusted road
Well, I was headed for that road
The road that runs that way

And I, I see the train
The trains that run to Brasilia
I walked through the fields
Through the fields, the fields to Brasilia
Well, my ticket stub says I'm going
I'm going to Trenton

When my friends stop by
I try to impress them, no buildings over two storeys high
Except my house, oh, my, my, I see
See crossed lattice work made out of brick

And I see buildings
With laundry hanging out of the window
Never in my wildest dreams would I think I'd see
Brasilia crossed with Trenton

When you live in the middle of nowhere
Your imagination runs away and wild
You are ready to play games, [Incomprehensible]
Well, I pretend Brasilia turned to Trenton
Brasilia crossed with Trenton

Department store
The only place that I buy clothes anymore
Oh, I used to be a big shopper 'round the world
Big credit cards, they don't matter anymore

'Cause I can't pay any money that I owe
To these cards anymore
Oh, they don't take these things down at the bank
Oh, they just take money

Well, imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere
Your imagination runs away for a while
Well, I play games about once a day or so
Well, I know that's where I'd rather go
Brasilia crossed with Trenton

Well, I wish that I could tell my story
To all the people that listened to my stories long ago
Well, I know that this would happen sooner or later

Oh well, I get disillusioned with it all
Just throw my hands up to the sky and say
Oh Lord, what happened? What happened
To make things run this way?

Well, imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere
Your imagination runs away for a while
Well, I play games about once a day or so
Well, I watch
Brasilia crossed with Trenton

Brasilia crossed with Trenton
Brasilia crossed with Trenton
Brasilia crossed with Trenton

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Brick - Lyrics - Whatever & Ever Amen - Ben Folds

Title: Brick
Album: Whatever & Ever Amen
Artist: Ben Folds
Composer(s): Jesse Ben Folds

Lyric:
6 a.m. day after Christmas
I throw some clothes on in the dark
The smell of cold, car seat is freezing
The world is sleeping, I am numb

An' up the stairs to her apartment
She is balled up on the couch
Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte
They're not home to find us out

And we drive
Now that I have found someone
I'm feeling more alone
Than I ever have before

She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly

They call her name at 7:30
I pace around the parking lot
Then I walk down to buy her flowers
And sell some gifts that I got

Can't you see
It's not me you're dying for
Now she's feeling more alone
Than she ever has before

She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly

As weeks went by it showed that she was not fine
They told me son it's time to tell the truth
And she broke down and I broke down
'Cause I was tired of lying

Driving back to her apartment
For the moment we're alone
And she's alone and I'm alone
And now I know it

She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly
Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly

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Christine - Lyrics - Give it All Away - Ben Jelen

Title: Christine
Album: Give it All Away
Artist: Ben Jelen
Composer(s): Lauren Christy, Alspach Ben Jelen, David Scott, Graham Edwards

Lyric:
Christine, she tells me
That she's in love again
Christine, she says
That she still loves me

She stands there calling my name
In her boyfriend's jacket in the rain
I guess she's in love with the whole damn world

And the whole world loves her
Won't turn without her
It has to have her
I can't live without her

Just one moment with Christine
You know exactly what I mean
She stays a night and then she leaves
Just a little hope in between

One more moment with Christine
It's like a lifetime, where've I been?
I want to live to the extreme
I need another taste of Christine

Oh, I need another taste
Another taste of Christine

Christine, the touch
Of another human touch
There whispered breath
Falling on your skin

I don't know where to begin
Well, I just arrived, now I'm locked in
And now I'm caught in your mixed up world

And the whole world loves you
Won't turn without you
It has to have you
I can't live without you

Just one moment with Christine
You know exactly what I mean
She stays a night and then she leaves
Just a little hope in between

One more moment with Christine
It's like a lifetime, where've I been?
I want to live to the extreme
Won't you tell me, where is Christine?

And how many times will it take for me to learn?
Tell me, are we headed for nowhere, Christine?
And how many times will it take for me to learn?
Tell me, are we headed for nowhere?

And the whole world loves her

Just one moment with Christine
You know exactly what I mean
She stays a night and then she leaves
Just a little hope in between

One more moment with Christine
It's like a lifetime, where've I been?
I want to live to the extreme
I need another taste of Christine

How many times does it take to learn?
How many times does it take to learn?
How many times does it take to learn?
And how many times does it take to learn?
Another taste of Christine

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Stormy Sky - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Stormy Sky
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Oh, oh darlin', little darlin'
Did you ever see such a stormy sky?
It's never been like this before

All the people, they're runnin'
Everybody's tryin' to hide
To get away from that stormy sky
Perhaps it's a sign of what we're headed for

We're under a stormy sky
Watchin' the clouds roll by
But won't you let me keep you warm
And leave the storm outside?
It's only a stormy sky

I feel it, do you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Feels like we're in for a stormy night
But I can't see a cloud in sight

I see it, do you see it?
Can't you see it
See that warning in that stormy sky
But perhaps its gonna pass us by
So don't you cry, there's nowhere we can hide

But if you hold me tight
I know that we'll be all right
Tomorrow we'll laugh about it
Greet the mornin' light
It's only a stormy sky

We're under a stormy sky
Watchin' the clouds roll by
But there'll be another dawn
To clear the storm away
And we will be all right

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Say Hi To The Bad Guy - Lyrics - The Predator - Ice Cube

Title: Say Hi To The Bad Guy
Album: The Predator
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Sylvester Stewart, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, O'Shea Jackson, Bernard G. Worrell

Lyric:
Good evening. Police, do not attempt to adjust your radios. There is nothing
Wrong. We have takin control over this city as to bring you this special
Bulletin and we will return this motherfucker to ya as soon as the National
Guard move in

The cops wanna catch the nigga that won't fetch
But I'll blast ya, never call ya master
Who is that kickin up shit much faster?
Rollin on a scooter, you know I might do ya
See a black clock and my buckshots run right thru ya
I never knew ya
Cause I'm not a trick
You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm not the piggity-pig
I get away quickity-quick
On the plane to South Central
Never get played by the monkey wrench ho
Steady mobbin I'm just like Robin Hood
Up to no good, so many bitches on my wood
To the right of me and to the left of me
Bitch, I got so much game I need a referee
Throw a penalty of ass interference
Damn, y'all over me, so bitch get on the bitch
Here comes the cops so I better hit the fence
Better run fast cause the dobermans pinch
And I won't play mine in the daytime
Goddamn, here comes the canine
Four legged copper that wants to use Ice Cube as a whopper
But who's the first nigga to outrun a chopper?
No lie say hi to the bad guy

Fuck! (Hey guys, where ya headed?)
Nowhere, man (Got your licence and registration?)
Yeah, hold up, right here (Hey, what's in that box back there?)
Nuttin, aah, nuttin (They happen to be donuts?)
(Ya got a glazed donut? How bout a bearclaw?)
Aaah (If you don't have one, I got to gaffle ya)
What? You gon' gaf Yeah

See one-time, hit em up
Cos you know the Lench Mob is down to get em up
People think Ice Cube roll with the gangs
Cos I'm in a coupe de sittin on thangs
Ain't gotta tell me twice about the jack
See a got a 9 in my lap ta take care of that
Caps get peeled on the regular
Cause niggas try to get me for my cellular
Knick knack paddy wack, the mack daddy's back
Kidnappin hos like the Patty Hurst jack
Have the white ho, with a fo'-fo'?
Go rob a liquor store, they can't blame it on a negro
Bring the money to the rooster
Had the bitch and the Mob bein the booster
Damn, can't stand when the bitch get sent to sample brand
And come back up man
You wanna point the finger at me cos the OG
Is souped like Chef boyardee
Humpin, jumpin, had the place jumpin
Goddamn, gotta break you off somethin
You wanna know why I bust in half
Now look at you now
Huh, and I'm out real fast
Get the paper out yo' ass, baby
Yo, here we go, listen to the po'
Shoot the bo-bo and act like ya know, ho
Fuck with the flow and die
When I walk by say hi to the bad guy

Ai yo man, there's just one left (I'll make a deal with ya)
What? (Aah, ya got one of those powdered donuts?
(How bout that twister? If it have cream in the middle, I'm gonna have to
Gaffle ya!)
You gon' gaffle us? (Hey, can I reach back there and get one?0
Aaah yeah homie, go on and reach ahead here
Duck ya head in here man
(What kind of cop killer are you?)
(What kind of cop killer are you?)
(What kind of cop killer are you?)

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Slippin' - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Slippin'
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): M Gomez, G Jr Washington, E Simmons

Lyric:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha uhh
See to live is to suffer but to survive
Well, that's to find meaning in the suffering

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

I been through mad different phases like Masons
To find my way and now I know that happy days are not far away
If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids
Doing something more constructive with they time
Than bids I know because I been there now I'm in there
Sit back and look at what it took for me to get there
First came the, the drama with my mama
She got on some fly shit till I split
And said that I'ma be that seed

That doesn't need much to succeed
Strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed
I'm ready for the world or at least I thought I was
Baggin' when I caught a buzz
For thinking about how short I was
Going too fast it wouldn't last but yo I couldn't tell
Group homes and institutions, prepare my ass for jail
They put me in a situation forcin' me to be a man
When I was just learnin' to stand without a helpin' hand

Damn, was it my fault, somethin' I did
To make a father leave his first kid at 7 doin' my first bid?
Back on the scene at 14 with a scheme
To get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
And by all means I will be living high off the hog
And I never gave a about much but my dog
That's my only, I had offered my last
Just another little, headed nowhere fast

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

That ain't the half get's worse as I get older
Actions become bolder heart got colder
Chip on my shoulder that I dared a to touch
Didn't need a click 'coz I scared a that much
One deep went to gids startin' for kicks
Catchin' vicks throwin' bricks gettin by bein' slick
Used to get high just to get by used to have
In the morning before I get fly

I ate something a couple of forties made me hate somethin'
I did some now I'm ready to take something
3 years later showing signs of stress
Didn't keep my hair cut or give a how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side livin' the cruddy life
Like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
Wanna make records but I'm fuckin' up
I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom
Like damn look how that rock got him
Open like a window no more Indo look at a video
Sayin' to myself that could've been yo nigga on the TV
Believe me it could be done somethin's got to give
It's got to change 'coz I've got a son
I've got to do the right thing for shorty
And that means no more getting high drinking forties

So I get back lookin' type slick again
Fake jump back on my again
Nothin' but love for those that know how it feel
And much respect to all my that kept it real
Be strong kept a nigga from doin' wrong
Who they is and this is yo song
And to my boo who stuck with a through
All the bullshit you'll get yours because it's due

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Can't get up, I gots to get up
This is from the heart baby, don't get it twisted
Ahh X rated!

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Trainwreck Of Emotion - Lyrics - Lorrie Morgan

Title: Trainwreck Of Emotion
Artist: Lorrie Morgan
Composer(s): Alan Rhody, Jon Vezner

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Lyric:
I can see it all so clearly as I'm lookin' back
I was headed down the wrong way on a one-way track
There must be a million chances that a fool could take
Well, this fool took every one and never hit the brakes

I'm lyin' in the rubble cinder, smoke and ash
My heart still poundin' from the impact of the crash
I can see tomorrow's headlines, 'Heartbroke from blind devotion'
Just another victim of a trainwreak of emotion

We were burnin' like a furnace as he poured on the coal
Drive wheel a churnin', I mean love was on a roll
Faster and faster I swear we left the ground
But when that smoke had cleared he was nowhere around

I'm lyin' in the rubble cinder, smoke and ash
My heart still poundin' from the impact of the crash
I can see tomorrow's headlines, 'Heartbroke from blind devotion'
Just another victim of a trainwreak of emotion

Rumors are flyin' about how our love had failed
But I know it was him that pulled the switch
And left me derailed

I'm lyin' in the rubble cinder, smoke and ash
My heart still poundin' from the impact of the crash
I can see tomorrow's headlines, 'Heartbroke from blind devotion'
Just another victim of a trainwreak of emotion
Just one more victim of a trainwreak of emotion

Trainwreck of emotion, trainwreck of emotion

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The Fine Line - Lyrics - Carrying On - Montgomery Gentry

Title: The Fine Line
Album: Carrying On
Artist: Montgomery Gentry
Composer(s): Rick Tiger, Anthony Smith

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Lyric:
I told my mom goodbye when I was eighteen
She told me bye for good at age sixty-three
She was an angel right here on earth
There was sure a fine line between heaven and her

I went and married the woman I loved
Three years of me later and she'd, had enough
Just one more angel I didn't deserve
There was sure a fine line between heaven and her

Feels like everything I love, I lose
God giveth and He takes away
Prayin's the right thing to do
But I don't fell like prayin' today

So I think I'll just sit here and drink for a spell
'Cause there's sure a fine line between heaven and hell

Now I'm headed nowhere ninety-nine miles an hour
In a '62 Dodge with three hundred horsepower
If she holds together I might get the nerve
To cross that fine line between heaven and her

Feels like everything I love, I lose
God giveth and He takes away
Prayin's the right thing to do
But I don't feel like prayin' today

So maybe I'll just slow down and think for a spell
'Cause there's sure a fine line between heaven and hell

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Unknown World - Lyrics - Fu Manchu

Title: Unknown World
Artist: Fu Manchu
Composer(s): Scott Hill, Brad Davis, Brant Bjork, Bob Balch

Lyric:
A million years ago
I headed down the road
A million years ago
I headed down

Drivin? for the south, nowhere down I got the news
I figured it out a secret search when at last
A shrunked moose, we could use since we found
Said, no big deal, next time we leave watchin? them go

A million years ago
I headed down the road
A million years ago
I headed down

Five months still now our turn just like before
It broke in two straight to earth or so we thought
The so-line read like it should, of course we knew
We left a trail, there was no sign they went through

Green lights were beginning to fade
Chevalier runnin' were on our way
Straight at us from either side
Looks like we'll run it one more time

A million years ago
I headed down the road
A million years ago
I headed down the road

A million years ago
I headed down the road
A million years ago

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Shut The Eff Up! - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Shut The Eff Up!
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Kirk Robinson, Lana Moorer, Nathaniel V Robinson Jr.

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Lyric:
I think it's time I start feeling bitchy
I've been too nice, too long
Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty

Gon' be some shit
Hot damn hoe
Gon' be some shit
Hot damn hoe
Gon' be some shit
Hot damn hoe
Hot damn hoe
Gon' be some shit
Hot damn

Before this jam starts, I'm simply stating
You have all waited, now you can stop waiting
Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or shall I got straight to 80%?
Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed
The party's not over, it's just beginnin'
Because Lyte is winning, what are you winning?
Any battle in any competition

'The Gangstress' ha, you're on a wack journey
Hoe headed for nowhere, with time to spare
So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here
I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame
And I ain't out to give you what you don't have
So, I sit back and relax, 'cause it makes me laugh
I could diss, call you names and make fun of you

Hoe but me the Lyte, I'm into speakin' the truth
Like a watchtower, hour by the hour
Lyte is rhymin', perfect timin'
Milk keeps the beat, I keep the beat
With the tap of his feet, with the tap of my feet
When he count it down
When I count it down, 6, 7, 8, Lyte'll start the debate

Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Here we, here we
Gon' be some shit
Here we go again

The first thing you ask yourself is why do I bother?
When you should really ask
?Where is the father of your child, aren't we wild??
You get around like a cab, now that's too bad
Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad, bodily vibrations?
Don't make me laugh, weight watchers is waiting
Here's a free pass, you ain't gettin' loose, you fuckin' jerk
And you ain't gettin' paid, you're just gettin' laid

Sexin' and suckin', yeah, that is your trade
Put on this earth just to distract me
Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me
You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too blinding
Tell me, why must I keep reminding
You to step back, let the Lyte shine
Do not take shit till you write your own rhymes

Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Here we, here we
Gon' be some shit
Here we go again

Your mold is fake, Crayola, crayon
Don't dare to sleep or even prey on
The Lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
And the rhymes I create are made to last long
Let me wise you up, rappin' isn't a sport

You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught
And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own
The ones that write your rhymes might
As well hold your microphone
Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're large
Step aside, Lyte Thee MC is in charge

Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from dumb
So roll correctly if you decide to come
MC sucker, this is what you waited for
I'm sick of the battle, let's go to war
Why do you challenge me, Lyte Thee MC
Did not you know that I am crazy?

My screws are quite loose, in fact I don't have any
But when it comes to rhymes, I've got many
Like I said and will have to say
Over and over, 'cause you disobey
Here on this earth, I reign superior
One of these days, I will have to get with ya
Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb
'Cause I am the Lyte, and you are just paper thin

Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Here we, here we
Gon' be some shit
Here we go again

I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen
You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin'
Now it is my duty, to all MC's
To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please
Now I was quite polite, nice I may add
But you insist on stayin', that makes me mad
But then again I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on

Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on
You ain't really down, you wig-wearin' clown
Burrowin' money to buy an outfit
Not even good enough for a Sunday picnic
I ask you, do you know who you're fuckin' with
With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips?

I'm MC Lyte a.k.a. MC Payback
Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin' you no slack
Unfinished business, that shit was wack
So Lyte made no attempt to strike back
But here we go again, what is Light's Out?
Let me ask what the bomboclut you a chat about?
Let me say next time that you feel pissed
I suggest that you don't try to diss

Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Here we here we
Gon' be some shit
Here we go again

You better watch what you say to me, 'cause I can get evil
The things that I'm capable of are unbelievable
In 10%, I popped your head in a microwave
I'm into blenders now, so you better behave
Or put you in a toaster, because you're gettin' toasted
Better yet an oven, because you're gettin' roasted
Don't listen to your rhyme writers, 'cause yo, they souped you

You ain't dope, you can't cope, they musta dooked you
You musta had some wack crack real wack crack
Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin' back
But let me school ya, Lyte is runnin' this show
So yo, hoe, I think you oughta go
Before Lyte Thee MC gets into it
But remember, you forced me to do it

Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Hot damn hoe
Shut the fuck up
Here we, here we
Gon' be some shit
Here we go again

Yo, now you know
And no one's have to battle
Slime

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Talkin' New York - Lyrics - Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan

Title: Talkin' New York
Album: Bob Dylan
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Rambling out of the wild west
Leaving the towns I love the best
Thought I'd seen some ups and down
'Till I come into New York town
People going down to the ground
Building's going up to the sky

Wintertime in New York town the wind blowing snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the bone
I froze right to the bone, New York Times said
"It was the coldest winter in seventeen years"
I didn't feel so cold then

I swung on to my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side
Greenwich Village

I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said, ?Come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folksingers here?

Well, I got a harmonica job begun to play
Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said, ?He loved my sound?
He was raving about he loved my sound
Dollar a day's worth

After weeks and weeks of hanging around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the Union and paid my dues

Now, a very great man once said
?That some people rob you with a fountain pen?
It don't take too long to find out
Just what he was talking about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks and knives
And they gotta cut something

So one morning when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And headed out for the western skies
So long New York
Howdy, East Orange

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On The Other Side - Lyrics - Michael W. Smith

Title: On The Other Side
Artist: Michael W. Smith
Composer(s): Michael W Smith, Wayne Kirkpatrick

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Lyric:
I'm not how I used to be when we hung around
Back when it was you and me tearin' up this town
We used to live our lives running from change
Now we don't see eye to eye, I am not the same

And you wonder where I've gone well, I've found where I belong
I'm on the other side
True, I used to walk your shore but I'm not there anymore
I'm on the other side

Years fade like the setting sun turning us loose
They give us many ways to run and many roads to choose
Well, I ran into saving grace headed for nowhere
Love showed me another place and brought me there

And you wonder where I've gone well, I've found where I belong
I'm on the other side
True, I used to walk your shore but I'm not there anymore
I'm on the other side

And you wonder where I've gone well, I've found where I belong
I'm on the other side
True, I used to walk your shore but I'm not there anymore
I'm on the other side

Why is it hard for you to see all the changes made in me?
Here on the other side
Oh, I could help you understand and you could join me where I am
I am on the other side, other side I am on the other side

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100 Miles And Runnin' - Lyrics - Nwa

Title: 100 Miles And Runnin'
Artist: Nwa
Composer(s): George Clinton, L Dozier, B Holland, E Jr Holland, G Hutchinson, L Patterson, E Wright, A Young

Lyric:
You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?
We haven't spotted them yet
But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity

A 100 miles and runnin', MC Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a motherf*** and it's done in
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a ***

Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood
And gettin' jacked by the 'You-know-who'
When in a black and white, the capacity is two

We're not alone, we're 3 more brothers, I mean street brothers
Now wearin' my dyes 'cause I'm not stupid, motherf***
They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past
Point blank, they can kiss my black ass

I didn't stutter when I said 'F*** Tha Police'
'Cause it's hard for a n*** to get peace
Now it's broken and can't be fixed
'Cause police and little black n*** don't mix so

Now I'm creepin' through the fall
Runnin' like a team, well, see, I might have slayed y'all
So for now pack the gun and hold it in the air
'Cause MC Ren has a 100 miles of runnin'

Into this news, four fugitives are on the run
FBI sources tell us that the four are headed
100 miles to their homebase, Compton
Lend me a motherf*** ear so I can tell you why

Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the homebase
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced
The road ahead goes on and on
The s*** is gettin' longer than the motherf*** marathon

Runnin' on but never runnin' out
Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out
Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do
But nobody's pickin' up a N*** Witta Attitude

Confused, yo but Dre's a n*** with nuthin' to lose
One of the few who's been accused and abused
Of the crime of poisonin' young minds
But you don't know s*** 'til you been in my shoes

And Dre is back from the C P T
Droppin' some s*** that's D O P E
So f*** the P O L I C E
And any motherf*** that disagrees

Stuck and runnin' hard, haulin' ass
'Cause I'm a n*** known for havin' a notorious past
My mind was slick, my temper was too quick
Now the FBI's all over my d***

Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock
That's when the E jumped off the startin' block
A 100 miles from home and yo, it's a long stretch
A little sprintin' motherf*** that they won't catch

Yeah, back to Compton again
Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen
'Cause n*** been runnin' since beginnin' of time
Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my motherf*** mind

Runnin' like I just don't care
Compton's 50 miles but yo, I'ma get there
Archin' my back and on a straight rough
Just like Carl Lewis, I'm ballin' the f*** out

From city to city, I'm a menace as I pass by
Rippin' up s*** just so you can remember
I'm a straight up n*** that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo' ass, a 100 miles and runnin'

This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton
You're almost there but the FBI has a little message for you
Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide
Good luck, brothers

Runnin' like a n*** I hate to lose
Show me on the news but I hate to be abused
I know it was a set up, so now I'm gonna get up
Even if the FBI wants me to shut up

But I've got 10,000 n*** strong
They got everybody singin' my 'F*** Tha Police' song
And while they treat my group like dirt
Their whole f*** family is wearin' our T-shirts

So I'ma run 'til I can't run no more
'Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score
I got a urge to kick down doors
At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls

Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny motherf*** are ridin'
Started with five and yo, one couldn't take it
So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it

The number's even, now I'm leavin'
We're never gettin' took by a b*** with a weave in
Her and the troops are right behind me
But they're so f*** stupid, they'll never find me

One more mile to go through the dark streets
Runnin' like a motherf*** on my own two feet
But you know I never stumble or lag last
I'm almost home, so I better haul ass

Tearin' up everything in sight
It's a little crazy motherf*** dodging the searchlight
Now that chase, the s*** is done and
Four motherf*** goin' crazy with a 100 miles of runnin'

Stop, stop, stop, stop
Surprise, n***

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