5150 - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: 5150
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Jerold Jr Ellis, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Behold your highness the Luniz are here
Bring them in
Man where the fuck we at, who the fuck are you?
It is I Jesus, Shock Jesus
And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?

Man no what the fuck man
Niggaz just shot me man what the fuck man
How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty
Fuck you
You shall perish, beitch

It is my judgment that you shall burn in hell for eternity
Man no, no
The Luniz are here Jesus

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

I wish I had cot, what? I wish I had some cot, why?
So I can sky and have a place to lay my head and plot
A broke nigga boney
Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies

I play acts and make scratch from table scraps
And always end up fucked watchin' other niggaz backs
I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds but in the mist of funk
Would they really bust rounds?

I get woozie when I inhale all the badness
I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem
I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz
I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor

I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64
And now I don't smoke weed no mo'
And I ain't knowin' where I'm headin'
Most likely it's the scene of creamery

I'm petrified of the whole scenery
The game is some shit you either roll wit
Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it
For less is what I was wishin' for it never came true

So it came to plannin' missions damn near shittin' in my drawers
I gotta play my part though and take what I can
From the niggaz I don't got scarface nigga I feel ya
By any means necessary, that's why they find scary niggaz buried

Carried to a whole 'nother place
If you'se a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face
So much drama, I put my best in it
Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it

Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love
I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above
I'm still takin' shit day by day
Survin' off a nifty, that's why I'm goin' 5150

Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin' down the block
Tryin' to scoot out, carry the bloody glock
'Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out
Tryin' to take the loot out my pocket
But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket

Then I split runnin' down the block
No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a gage
Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed
On the ground hella bleeedin' ass out
I remember seein' somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out

Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old
No more bullet holes in my chest
A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin'
The Lord [Incomprehensible] playa hatin'

I'm facin' Shock Jesus 'cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right
Because I'm trained up in that mob life
Come back tonite, strapped tonite
He said if I succeed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life

A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out
Flyin' through the cuts goin' the secret hill route
The whole scene was a disaster, Friday the 13th the final chapter
Lookin' niggaz wit Casper The Ghost

But I float until I smoked the big man
Slipped in quick sand, he's gonna kill me
But my spirit slipped in my body, I yelled watch out he's gonna get me
They didn't get me, huh, they labeled my ass 5150

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

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Cry Babies - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Cry Babies
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chris Bridges, Kaseem Dean

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Lyric:
Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

I got people scared as fuck like when condoms break
Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of steak
So put your belly on a plate and watch your weight
You frostin' like a flake and Ludacris feels great

Who want come face me, face come want who?
And women give me face until they're face turns blue
They can't breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation
A tight squeeze witch stops the length to conversations

I play stations, duck cops and lose agents
I'm doctor love, I close curtains and fuck patients
When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable rhyme
My black ass is so hungry I'll take a bite out of crime

And it'll hurt if I swallow, but even more if I choke
Neighbors called the fire station off the blunt that I smoke
You see I crush cowards, funerals I'll send flowers
And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush hour

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

You see I'm ambidextrous, I slap ass with both hands
Delete your first steps, but I'll save the last dance
I just bought some new guns my mama said "It ain't worth it"
But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes perfect

Bullseye, I stunt growth and stop lives
And you run with niggas that's more chicken then pot pies
I'm shakin' your tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a Sac King like Chris Webber

Luda' will take you back to duck hunt and double dribble
When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels
My cars got big TV's and satellites
I got a wheel of fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White

And the survey says? Kill a muthafucka now
Could it be off with his head? Or shoot a muthafucka down
Ground round, ground chuck your ground beef
Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds around teeth

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

I kick niggas in they're ass reboot 'em like laptops
And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top
You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble
Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in scrabble

You see I'm from a small town called "Fresh out a cop's ass"
Where Mr. Head-potatoes are skinned they get mashed
I smell puss from fifty yards, y'all not playin' with full decks
As if I jacked out ya jacks and left fifty cards

Catch me in Vegas spinnin' the green
I re-up with more chips than a vending machine
Then you can catch me in Rome mackin' some brauds and sticking 'em
And you'll be at home picking your bougars and flicking 'em

A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
I'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies
Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

Oh no, I caught him with a blow to the chest
Oh no, my hollow put a hole in his vest
Oh no, I'm 'bout to send two to his dome
Oh no, cry babies go home

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730 - Lyrics - Broken Silence - Foxy Brown

Title: 730
Album: Broken Silence
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Dennis Deyoung, Inga Marchand, Michael Sandlofer

Lyric:
They say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
Can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

Yo how can we start this? My life is thorough never heartless
I laid it down from the gate to the St Louis arches
From the Windy city to the streets in Cali
To them streets in Houston, my niggas always boostin'
Some bitches always holla, how they don't spend a dolla?
But that's because they ain't got it now tell me where's the logic
And if I talk it, I've done did it or about to do it
I'm makin' anthems, got a million niggas bouncin' to it

Bust your guns
And if that ain't enough then bust again
I've been thuggin' since B I Z made 'Just A Friend'
Matter of fact ever since Flava Flav was rockin' clocks
And even then there was no bitch that could compare to Fox
Let me head knock, pretty you wit' me right
This Prada fit me tight, this Gucci fit me right
Who could quickly write like seven joints and it be tight?
You know how hood we sound, you know it's Boogie Brown

Yo they say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?
They say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

Yo my life is full of problems, sometimes it's hard to dodge 'em
So much you couldn't fathom, I wish, I didn't have them
They say I'm 730, pretty but I rap too dirty
The law is criticizin' me and probably never heard me
So what I crashed my range, my last name ain't changed
This time it's different though I'm not exploitin' names
Yeah I write my shit it's not a fuckin' game
So what he wrote some songs, I blew him up the same

I'm never duckin' dames, y'all know just where to find me
I would've killed her but it just wouldn't be fair to mommie
Imagine me doing time, Foxy behind bars
Not me the crime star, y'all bitches ain't worth it
Although my life ain't perfect, I'll never change a thing
Y'all want success but y'all don't know about the pain it bring
It's supposed to make you happy and keep your paper long
This beat is kind of ill, how could you hate this song?

Yo they say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?
They say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

Man some hoes is always yackin', like I can't make it happen
Like they don't know my cash, like they don't know my past
Especially pop star bitches with the soft image
So what I ain't with him, bitch he's off limits
Be where I always be see who I choose to see
Although we're not together, his heart belong to me
See at times I think y'all bitches be confusing me
Like I'm somethin' sweet, shorty I'm still street

You're not on my level, and I won't stoop
And I'm the one that got you, kicked out your own group
Chicks be always thinkin' that I'mma let it ride
I might not kill you but I'll hurt you till your dead inside
Third album and you still wanna test Brown
I'm so hood bitches know how boogie get down
It could be real drama It's still the ill na na
There ain't a bitch wilda, any beef? Holla

They say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?
They say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

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Destroy Rebuild - Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

Title: Destroy Rebuild
Album: Stillmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Scott Larock, L Parker, Nasir Jones, M Risko, P Hendricks

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Lyric:
This is a journey into the worlds most largest
And notorious projects, Queensbridge
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most
Cowardest rappers

He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile
Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories
First there's this arrogant fuck, his names Cory
Hung around my mans like he a big Trevor
Trevor's still locked up, likes getting his cheddar
Cory changed his name to Arr, whatever
Corn chip, buckwheat lookalike, its mega

Right Mega was his name sorry about that
But it's so hard to put a cowards name in my rap
Always acting tough, a jokester be fronting
He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothing
But that's Nas always looking out for breadrin'
'Cause when breadrin' they return love they don't stress him
'Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real
Still laughing to the bank and shit

Back to Cor, got him a deal but his rhymes was whack
Def Jam now that he signed a contract
Now he got jealous and mad at my shine
Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind
Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid
Mega, for the record, you could suck my dick
Bitch you from around the way it's sad what this do to me
But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill us
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

So now since we on the subject of traders and flunkies
Mega ain't the only faggot in my hood dummies
Theres plenty that wanna be me but cannot
It's like King Arthur and knight Sir Lance-a-lot
Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul
Before I woulda told you, Prodigy's my dog
Through the ups and downs, robberies and all
Though I always knew he wanted my downfall

He would say his little slick shit and act real funny
For what nigga you're butt and it got back to me
Asking a braveheart to get back your jewelry
You ain't from my hood, don't even rep Q B
Nature moved to Marcy
Man dick riding nature, nothing else to say
Man nature moved to Mars, back with ass niggas in fear
Fuck them niggas go head with the progam man proceed

Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief
Of course we ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks
Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas
Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger
Just fills me, when niggas let out of town to set shot
And get filthy rich, it's just not
No more morals, no loyalty, no more community
Queensbridge, we gotta have unity

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

So nowI put the name on the map after Marly and Shan
QB before the Roc had one jam
Before the Death Row and Bad Boy Beef
Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak
So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard
Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed
P how many times natures shamed that
Jungle was busting his gun to get your weak chain back

They don't respect you a check's due for me for your fame
Mega I hope you blow so I'm saying your name
Hoes play your position 'cause you'll never be king
Even Jigga want the crown, honestly poor thing
I'm representing Queensbridge U S A
Where two SK's go off every day new flesh lay
All you little roaches and rats
Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is back, so haters say

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

{So now they say the bridge is over my dick, bridge'll never be over
Long as I'm alive and breathing, Braveheart to the graveyard
I'm the William Wallace of this shit
Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man
You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal niggas
From out your circle, you can't save everybody
Niggas invited you to the hood, rep it right my nigga
Be untouchable my nigga, so it be Mobb for life for real}

{And thats real, ayo nature I can't hold your hand through this shit man
I'm not your father man, be your own man, stand on your own two
I believe in you, believe in yourself nigga or don't even rep this man
Ayo Mega you wanna be a gangsta? There's real gangsta
Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggas is in the grind
Where you be at man? Niggas be bucking
Why you never bucking, where you be at man?
All of a sudden you the motherfuckin' Neo Brown of the fucking hood
Its disgusting man, stay out the magazines}

{Keep my name out your motherfucking mouth
Theres no more room for jealousy, we destroying and rebuilding
That means the cowards get out and the real niggas stay
Niggas been hating me since I been nine, shining
With suede motherfucking ballets on in silks
I'ma always be the young don, don't be like the niggas on the other side
Hating me 'cause I'm beautiful, real niggas in Queensbridge
You niggas come up and get this money and move on baby, QB}

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Dirty Dirty - Lyrics - Thank You - Jamelia

Title: Dirty Dirty
Album: Thank You
Artist: Jamelia
Composer(s): Terry Ann Henry, Jamelia Davis

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Lyric:
We can be all cute, all sweet, and flirty, flirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Can be a princess for a night, real pirty, pirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Just when you thought it was safe and all prissy
Jamelia, back in your face but more gritty
Took tips from Diddy, switch my committee
Now some a y'all can't believe, how raw is she?

Now I'm in the drivers seat getting ya dizzy
Got ya tongue tied and ya eyes wide
I even heard a bubbling up in ya inside
When you swallowed ya pride

Truth can't be denied, I know you're probably expecting a ballad
But I can kick a rhyme round like I'm tossing a salad
Because this time round I be causing a hazard
Like if I threw a house party up in Buckingham Palace

I know you're catching your breath
On the floor, getting raw, 'cause it's hot to death
I come to violate your space like you're under arrest
And girls, what's a little bit of mud on ya dress?

We can be all cute, all sweet, and flirty, flirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Can be a princess for a night, real pirty, pirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

So, tell me why you're acting like you been KO-ed?
It's really not your fault
You never thought that I could flow though
Roll though, heat the place up like jalapeaos

Light up ya life like I was day glow
I make you feel good like I was a gigolo
Hypnotize ya eyes with my figure, yo
Disbelieving people convinced I'm digital
Ain't no shame, they just not familiar with original

Woah, ain't run of the mill
Just one of a million styles
That'll just kill you like Amytiville
Head down always writing, I'll be damned if I chill

While my names up in lights, and I'm topping the bill
Ooh slow down girl, what you mean slow down?
I'm on a roll now, my dirty-ism's outta control now
I couldn't even tell myself to hold it down now

We can be all cute, all sweet, and flirty, flirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Can be a princess for a night, real pirty, pirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Never though something like this
Would come your way, from J A M E L I A
You don't want me to leave now, begging me to stay
You love the way I got you bouncing all day

I know some of these girls wanna trip me up
Wanna see me slip up 'cause their man wanna, me up
Gripping his arm like you're holding him up
Like that's gonna stop him wanting me so much

I'm like tips in his cup, look at you
You need a couple nips and a tuck plus a comb and a brush
You need someone to drag your ass home in a rush
Standing up in here like you're looking so plush

Your mama shoulda named you what the, censored
Okay, okay, alright, alright
I got it man, you don't have to alert me
There's times in my life when I just gotta get dirty

We can be all cute, all sweet, and flirty, flirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Can be a princess for a night, real pirty, pirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

We can be all cute, all sweet, and flirty, flirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Can be a princess for a night, real pirty, pirty
But won't hesitate to get dirty, dirty
Ain't nothing you can do when we decide
It's about to get dirty

Flirty, flirty, dirty, dirty
We decide, it's about to get dirty
Pirty, pirty, dirty, dirty
We decide, dirty

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Everything'S Gonna Be Alright - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Title: Everything'S Gonna Be Alright
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Brown, Anthony Criss, Vincent Ford

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Lyric:
Smooth it out
This is a story about the drifter
Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
Who never planned on havin' so dick
Why me huh?

Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright now
Everything's gonna be alright

Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up
Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit?
They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent
I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough

I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a tech in the banana clip
Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crack head
I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did
Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none
Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one
And always wanted to live like just a fat one

Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright now
Everything's gonna be alright

A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
Livin' in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them
Do I have to be like this? Momma said I'm priceless
So I am all worthless, starved and it's just for being a nice kid
Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though
Last stop to hell, I would've ended things a while ago
I ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack
Four squad stolen cars in a black jack

Drop that and now you want me to rap and give?
Say somethin' positive, well positive ain't where I lived
I lived right around a corner from West Hell
Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
And only once or twice a week I would speak
I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome

Some life, it you ain't wear gold your style was old
And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble any game that you can't play
I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now
How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how
Why me, huh?

Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright now
Everything's gonna be alright

My third year to adulthood and still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night
Playin' hide and seek with a machete
[Incomprehensible] like Freddy swipe
Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now
I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week

Than I fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete
I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song?
So don't say jack and please don't say you understand
All that man to man talk just hot damn
If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?
And ill town fell like I stuck-up props, got shot

Don't worry, I hit Bob, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast
They changin' schools, I'm the misfit that will outlast
But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard

If you ain't ever been to the ghetto
Don't ever come to the ghetto
'Cause you ain't understand the ghetto
And stay the fuck out of the ghetto
Why me? Why me?

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Fa Ha - Lyrics - 10 - Ll Cool J

Title: Fa Ha
Album: 10
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): J T Smith, Daryl Hall, S Everett

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Lyric:
Don't you know, don't you know
See this is worldwide baby
That it's wrong Germany, Italy, France, Japan
To take what is given
Many foreign lands
Talkin' 'bout Queens
(Ha)
I'm talkin' 'bout, Brooklyn

I'm talkin' 'bout, uptown
I'm talkin' 'bout, downtown
Oh y'all with this too Jerz
The girl like, strong Isle they wild
The girl like, Connecticut
Yo they get them, they need to get more
Shutouts up there, word up
To take what is given
(Ha)

Breaker breaker one nine, I had a rendezvous
Pop vintage wine with this dime, hot as a barbecue
(Ha)
She was young, too wild without a curfew
(Ha)
Smile I hurt you, had me groin' berserk too
I'm guaranteein' she'll be leanin' in the coupe
Fiend in' for your loot, little demon schemin' for tiffany hoops
(Ha)
Her right there, Dominicans is doin' her hair
The jewels and gear, it's all there, fully equipped

Body sick, she never played fair yeah
(Ha)
Far from classy, walk real nasty
Talk real sassy, why you frontin'? Come smash me
I can't do it baby girl, your man might blast me for
(Ha)
I can't die for American pie
Hypnotized cause somebody combined thighs and lies, but it's
(Ha)
No surprise, your pipe will rise
Don't bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
(Fan ha)

Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
(Ha)
Blood streams the guillotine f'real yeah
(Fa ha)
Pop bottles with hot models and rock throttles
I guess your motto is I'm a desperado
Leave alone, end up like caste llano
(Ha)
Believe me, she flap her gums like Sammy Gravano
It's easy, child barely an Italiano
But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel
(Ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Fa ha)

She do it so fluid it's hard to see through it, till it's too late
You wanna time travel and re do it, but wait
You a inmate, or worse at the pearly gates
Damn, all because you and had an early date
(Ha)
Close your eyes, recognize, visualize
What's the real reason you really freezin' them pies?
(Ha)
Tan lines, strawberry oil on the thighs
Got you subconsciously contemplation suicide

Should I learned, remember how your man died?
(Ha)
Grabbed his iron, it was time to ride for
(Ha)
Multiple homicides, takin' life for
(Ha)
He's dead and gone, the next man's deep inside
(Ha)
Check one two, or I select a few
Jewels for those of you, who are still confused
She's an obstacle, hot and tropical
Fatty so rock able, that anythings possible with
(Ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Ha)

Cheese fantasies, dodgin' the D's to please
(Ha)
Livin' life on a flyin' trapeze to keep
(Ha)
Who's the one you want?
(Ha)
Who you wanna flaunt?
(Ha)
She haunted, but who's the only bird you ever want?
(Ha)
Why you sell drugs?
(Ha)
Why you a thug?
(Ha)
Why do fools always seem to fall in love with
(Ha)
More advances than technology
Every day I stack chips, whether music or flicks

All these transparent cliques full of devilish politics
Wish they could take my longevity and bottle it for
(Ha)
But they can't so they kill for grants
Smuggle iron in the party, pop ex for hot sex with
(Ha)
Love's an illusion, mental and emotional confusion
Instant gratification oozing
Exotic temptress, eyes just like a empress
Split game relentless, I had to represent miss
(Ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Fa ha)

No honey can set your body on fire like
(Ha)
Make you wanna get higher and higher with
(Ha)
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
(Ha)
Street dreams, you goin' hustle and retire with
(Ha)
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
(Ha)
S L, the rims and the tires for
(Ha)
Third strike and all of your priors for
(Ha)
Gave up your whole empire for
(Ha)

Yeah oh yeah
(Ha)
It's my 10th album
(Ha)
And you don't stop
(Ha)
I said this my tenth album oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ha)
And you won't stop, Knahmean?
(Ha)
10 baby, easy
(Ha)
We right baby

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Bitties In The Bk Lounge - Lyrics - De La Soul Is Dead - De La Soul

Title: Bitties In The Bk Lounge
Album: De La Soul Is Dead
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): David Jolicouer, Kelvin Mercer, Vincent Mason, K Mix, R Isley, Ronald Isley, Paul Huston, O Kelly Isley

Lyric:
Yo man let me make some Cpt.Krunch
Man alright
Yo man we have any milk?
Yeah, what time is it?
I don't know, what day is it?
Don't know, well I'll tell you

Well, it was a Wednesday
Me and Boss Hog was kinda hungry
Like two eggs, and a slop beef slice of lettuce
And a glass of milk and some cookies

Spotted in the mist was a BK logo
What we said, well what do you know
This chick thought I was trying to play fly
'Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on

Young girl, won't you take my order?
She said, "Yeah, but right now I'm sorta busy
Don't you see I'm trying to put this
Band Aid on my finger?"

Lingering, I can tell
She's a B-K mademoiselle
Ripped uniform and bottom bell
And some Jelly stuff on her sleeve

Look to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar
Could be pissed 'cause she's clocking 2.45 an hour
And then Boss Hog hollar
"Girl you better make this quick"

She said, "I ain't your girl
And I ain't your chick"
I had an idea and lickity split
Took my hat off and that was it

Dread locks fallen all over me and then I said, "Yeah, now we'll see"
And O' with quick velocity honey was mesmerized
"Ain't you that guy?", "Ain't you that girl"
"De La Soul, right?", "No Tracy Chapman"

Why don't you come over to the counter
And write me out an autograph?"
Ha ha ha, I had to laugh
She was quick with the Bic just to get that autograph

But me and Hogg just laughed, and laughed
"What's the name of that song you sing?"
"Living in a fast car," I said
Forget about the order I made, I'll go get a slice of pizza instead

Bitties in the BK Lounge, all they do is beg and they scrounge
Bitties in the BK Lounge, the bitties in the BK Lounge
Bitties in the BK Lounge, all they do is beg and they scrounge
Bitties in the BK Lounge, the bitties in the BK Lounge

Excuse me, would you take my order I have to go
Shashawna's got a real job, dag don't you know
Oh yeah, it's you, now I recognize
The real real bitty with the fake fake eyes
Yo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries?

Yes you can, but you can keep your lies
'Cause you know you can't diss me but your pissing me off
I know where you live and I know that your soft
You're as booty as they come and you dress like a geek

My shoes cost more than you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here
I can tell your fly by the weave that you wear but you must be aware
That a fly can be swatted by a BK tray by the way yo, here's yours

I know your just sweating me to kill the noise
Of your polyester pants and their oh so high waters
Look at what you do all day but take orders
You bow tie wearing, clocking and staring
I know your just upset because you cant get the rat/wrap
I think you Chubby for my man is living slack

Yeah, I know your man, the biggest punk in school
Selling devil rock to the fiends and the fools!
With one hand that punk I could snap, the kid is so skinny
But we be livin' fat

Speaking of fat, would you like a diet soda?
'Cause less fat on you would spare us all the odor
Better yet pour it down the pants and let the acid kill
The smell that should have been left to Masingel
Let me make you a deal, take the soda free and jet
I got to much family to heed your threats

Are you a family man?
Well I shouldn't be surprized
Your sister's flipping burgers and your momma's frying fries
Don't even try that shit, oh damn look, what?

Here comes one more
It's your father he just finished mooping the floor
Now give them a hand, its the BK clan
So you can't talk garbage about who I am

Well, aren't we living foul
Speaking of foul how bout some chicken for the cow?
Oops I meant you sorry for the mix up
But your stomachs always big from the sexual slip ups

I could buy you and sell you for pennies, young man
I think there's something you should understand
I try to be nice and help the poor make money
And since I know you need it, I'll go elsewhere dummy
Now B-K workers is too damn rude
I think I'll go get me some Chinese food

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Bout My Paper - Lyrics - Broken Silence - Foxy Brown

Title: Bout My Paper
Album: Broken Silence
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): M Tyler, Inga Marchand, D Willis, Friedmmann Joseh

Lyric:
If it ain't about my paper
(Paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
'Cause I'm about my motherfucking business
(My business)
So you can kill that talking
(Kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
'Cause I'm about to show you
What you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

Who could talk about that money better than me?
Who could stay so hood femininely?
Who stay on 5th Ave spending them G's?
Who's just as controversial as Eminem be?
F O X Y, East Coast, West Side
Who the fuck really want come test I
Don't start no shit tonight
You know them gangsta Brooklyn niggas is quick to fight

But we about our doe, you know how that go
You know Brown come through with the hot ass flow
And go straight at them, quickly go platinum
Still cocky, wrist still rocky
Real chunky niggas still want me
Still touring and shopping in every country
Fox, pooh and pretty run this city

If it ain't about my paper
(Paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
'Cause I'm about my motherfucking business
(My business)
So you can kill that talking
(Kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
'Cause I'm about to show you
What you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

I came here to take my dick out, look out
If you ain't 'bout that sucking, fucking, smoking or drinking
The hooker get out
I ain't come here for no foolishness
I'm cute as lil' bow wow but throw bows like Ludacris
Let me through here, let me bust something
Let me do this shit
The original booth, ain't no fucking duplicate
Passportin' when a pen on the pad

You gotta fuck me right now bitch, I'm the man
Dropping 12th ward B's on them
Bitch I'm loaded so don't ask me about no motherfucking weed aroma
Yeah I'm grammy nominated
When the 'Lou says James Brown ain't been this animated
Bitch I thought I told you
I'm the rappin' Ray Lewis, nigga I'll fold you
That's how these niggas get they shit knocked down
From fucking with mystikal and the chick fox brown

If it ain't about my paper
(Paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
'Cause I'm about my motherfucking business
(My business)
So you can kill that talking
(Kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
'Cause I'm about to show you
What you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

Foxy thing, watch yourself
Show me what you're working with
Foxy thing

Without that cash, what the fuck I'm gaining?
Stop your complaining
When rappers fade, fox is remaining
If you shoot just watch where you're aiming
This is real, it's not entertainment
The same way I ball I could quickly fall
But nah, I'm still here, till I retire

With them chrome things filling my tires
To my niggas in the slammer, with you all stiff hammer
Ain't nothing change, titties still bananas
Still slim, still the prettiest rap broad
No bra, nipples still hard
Yeah La Pearla strings and Belvedere
How the fuck that little bitch do that there?

If it ain't about my paper
(Paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
'Cause I'm about my motherfucking business
(My business)
So you can kill that talking
(Kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
'Cause I'm about to show you
What you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

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Break-A-Bitch College - Lyrics - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Break-A-Bitch College
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Marlon J Goodwin, Premro Vonzellaire Smith

Lyric:
Good morning, class
This is your teacher, MJG
Look at me as I write my name on the board
Class, do you see my name?
Do you understand my name?

Well, listen, okay
Class, today at Break-A-Bitch University
We will teach young bustas, playa-hatas
And all of these weak, narrow minded young sissies
How to break a bitch, now really, it's so easy

Mister G, I have a question
Yes?
Pimpology today is different than it was in the 70s
Aha

I wanna know how can anybody stroll today
And if so, what proceeds do we have to go through?
Well, check it out
First here's what you have to do

It's time to let the P I M P in the fuckin' front do'
One mo' nigga cuttin' paper on the down low
It's so twisted in this white man's society
Why it be hard for a nigga when he try to be
Independent, on his own with a plan
You hate it 'cause you can't understand how I can

Rearrange and change how your daughter was raised
And teach her how to constantly get paid when she's laid
Ain't no use in bein' the freak of the city
You still ain't got no ducats
You want a Rolex or ride buckets?

Bitch, listen 'cause you gots plenty of competition
From these other hoes who think
That you supposed to fall dead, short, lame to the game
Don't worry, put them bitches in your pistol range
MJ fuckin' G settin' your mind free with the type of knowledge
Class has started, day number one in Break-A-Bitch College

And today, class
We have a guest speaker, Mister Fat Mac
Please introduce yourself

Good evening, players, good evening
Eightball the Fat Mac here, I'm here to let you know
That these bitches, mean these bustas no good
You see what I'm sayin'?
Now first of all, class are there any questions?

Ah yes, Mister Eightball
You bein' a Professor of Pimpology
Tell me how these niggas let these hoes
Get 'em caught up in that fuck shit
Alright buddy, check this out

Once again here I come pushin' that funk into your ear
Do you recall Eightball, the player of the year
Calm 'cause I'm cool and I'm cool 'cause I'm calm
Leavin' hoes shell-shocked like they fall in Vietnam

Mayn, some have game, but most of them can't handle this
Those that I think are stars, end up bein' scandalous
Welfare recipients, crib full of rugrats
Boost a couple of shirts and now the bitch think she all that

Freakazoids have a nigga noid steppin' up to me
Hoes that'll fuck you fast might be packin' H.I.V.
Me, I'm packin' jimmy hats, so a hoe won't give me that
Shit about she on the pill, knowin' that her pussy kill

See, through my education illustrations were the key
See, where I'm from only bustas have to pay a fee
Now you might ask, what can a nigga do to get started?
Pull a hoe and go enroll in Break-A-Bitch College

Ah, yeah, now that was a very nice lecture
And as I walk back over to the middle of the bulletin board
I, I kinda figured, I wondered to myself and I looked at my class
And I, it seems that you have more questions
Is there any more questions?

Yes, yes, Mister MJG
I have a question
Yes?

Ah, in 94 do you think, ah
Any bitches are gonna come up?
Can, can any bitches be pimps?
Look here, look here, let me tell you

Now these bitches got a lotta game for a nigga
So that made me try to see how to break a hoe
What exactly would it take for me to make the bitch click
How damn quick could I make the bitch break a trick

How fuckin' long will it take to make my profit
And what kinda justice can this hoe do for my pocket
Talkin' space-age pimpin', similar to the oldies
In ways like keepin' our business tight, not by tryina be Goldie

These niggas gettin' they game picked down to the bone
If you listen on what these hoes have to say, your money's gone
Nigga, focus on your own rhyme, make 'em follow your own rules
Don't be a fool, nigga, bring that bitch on by to school

I got a class for that ass and it starts at seven
'I was a pimp' at ten o'clock, break till eleven
Future looks good for the smartest
Niggas in the school of Sir Break-A-Bitch College

Okay class, okay class
Everybody just needs to settle down
Everybody just settle down
We're gonna break in about 15 minutes

But we have one more lecture, one more lecture
Now ehm, eh, calm down, calm down
I'm gonna take one more question
I'm gonna take, are there any more questions?

Ah yeah, ah, I wanna know
How can a ordinary busta like me
You know, you know
Get in Break-A-Bitch College?

Not long ago I grew up as a youngster in this shit
When all I wanted to do is stick my dick up in a bitch
That dope made my ends and my ends bought me weed
And all I wanted to see was them young bitches on they knees
Uncle Sam, damn, can I get a job, see

I don't wanna sell this dope, and nope
I don't wanna get out and rob
Today I was coolin' like I usually do
I met this hoe after a show that wanted to chew me and screw

Now some busta-ass nigga woulda fucked the bitch
But at Break-A-Bitch College that's called trickin' off your dick
On the corner ain't no pimps, real players are low-key
I'm on the verge of a splurge, settin' up shop in Tennessee

Ain't no future for the lame, ain't no love in this game
Do you fuck them hoes and trust them hoes
And love 'em with no shame?
9 times out of 10, trick nigga, if you do
Break-A-Bitch College got a scholarship just for you

Ah, yes, damn good class
Damn good class, wonderful graduates
I love 'em all, I love 'em all

Now class can you all join in with me
For our school alma mater and let's sing it
I'm proud to be an alumni from Break-A-College
I'm proud to be

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Gethsemane - Lyrics - Jesus Christ Superstar

Title: Gethsemane
Artist: Jesus Christ Superstar
Composer(s): Tim Rice, Andrew Lloyd-Webber

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Lyric:
I only want to say
If there is a way
Take this cup away from me
For I don?t want to taste its poison
Feel it burn me, I have changed
I?m not as sure as when we started

Then I was inspired
Now I?m sad and tired
Listen, surely I?ve exceeded expectations
Tried for three years, seems like thirty
Could you ask as much from any other man?

But if I die
See the saga through and do the things you ask of me
Let them hate me, hit me, hurt me, nail me to their tree

I'd wanna know, I'd wanna know my God
I'd wanna know, I'd wanna know my God
Wanna see, I?d wanna see my God
Wanna see, I?d wanna see my God

Why I should die?
Would I be more noticed than I was ever before?
Would the things I?ve said and done matter any more?

I?d have to know, I?d have to know my Lord
Have to know, I'd have to know my Lord
Have to see, I?d have to see my Lord
Have to see, I'd have to see my Lord

If I die what will be my reward?
If I die what will be my reward?
Have to know, I?d have to know my Lord
Have to know, have to know my Lord

Why should I die?
Why should I die?

Can you show me now that I would not be killed in vain?
Show me just a little of your omnipresent brain
Show me there?s a reason for your wanting me to die
You?re far too keen on where and how and not so hot on why

Alright I?ll die
Just, just watch me die
See how, see how I die
See how I die

Then I was inspired
Now I?m sad and tired
After all I?ve tried for three years
Seems like ninety

Why then am I scared to finish what I started
What you started, I didn?t start it

God, Thy will is hard
But You hold every card
I will drink Your cup of poison
Nail me to Your cross and break me
Bleed me, beat me, kill me, take me now
Before I change my mind

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Hate Blood - Lyrics - Instructions - Jermaine Dupri

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Damien - Lyrics - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot - Dmx

Title: Damien
Album: It's Dark And Hell Is Hot
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Mel Jason Smalls, Damon Blackman

Lyric:
Uh Def Jam
Uh Ruff Ryders
The Snake the rat, the cat, the dog,
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
My nigga T P creep with me
The Snake the rat, the cat, the dog,
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?

Why is it every move I make turn out to be a bad one
Where's my Guardian Angel need one, wish I had one
I'm right here shorty and I'ma hold you down, what
And tryin' to fuck all these bitches I'ma show you how
But who? My name D like you but my friends call me Damien
And I'm a put you into somethin' about this game we in
You and me could take it there and you'll be the hottest nigga ever livin'
That's a givin', you'll see

Hmmm thats what I've been wantin' all my life
Thinkin' 'bout my little man so I call my wife
Well your dada is about to make it happen
What'chu mean my nigga?
I'm about to make it rappin' today I met this cat
He said his name was Damien
He thinks that we're alot alike and wants to be my friend
You mean like Chuckie? Ha Ha yeah just like Chuckie
Dada looks like w both lucky, yeah

The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?

Hey yo D
What up D
You a smooth nigga, I seen you
But nobody knew who pulled the trigger
Yeah, you know it's always over doe
You sure, I could've sworn it was over a hoe
Na, na that ain't my style
May you stay frontin' but you still my man
And I ain't goin' say nothin',
Got yo weed go 'head smoke it, what?
Go 'head drink it, what? Go 'head 'n fuck shorty
You know I can keep a secret, aight

I'm about to have you drivin'
Probably a Benz, but we gotta stay friends blood out, blood in
Sounds good to me, fuck it, what I got to lose
Hmm nothin' I can think of, any nigga would choose
Got me pushin' the whips, takin' trips across seas
Pockets stay laced, nigga I push G's
For that nigga I would bleed, give him my right hand
Now that I think about it yo, that's my man

The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?

You like how everything is goin', you like what I did, yeah
You know if you was goin' down I'd be the one to see it, true
But yo I need a favor, these cat's across town hate me
Plus they behave, they haven't been to good lately
What anything for you dog where them niggas at
38th and Broadway
Let me get the Gat run up on 'em strapped bust off caps on four niggas
Laid low for 'bout a month and killed two more niggas
Now I'm ready to chill but you still want me to kill

Look at what I did for you dog, come on, keep it real
Aight, fuck it, I'ma do it, who is it this time
Hey yo remember that kid Sean you used to be with in '89
Naw, that's my man
I thought I was your man
But yo, that's my nigga
Hey who's your biggest fan
Either do it or give me your right hand
That's what you said
I see now, ain't nothin' but trouble ahead

The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon' see them if you livin' in the fog?

In the fog, the fog livin' in the fog
How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in the fog?
How you gon' see 'em if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
To be continued motherfuckers

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Hold On - Lyrics - The Notorious K.I.M. - Lil' Kim

Title: Hold On
Album: The Notorious K.I.M.
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Nashiem Myrick, Willie Hutch, Kimberly Jones, Mary J. Blige, T-Bone Walker

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Lyric:
Oh, how it hurts, like childbirth
The wounds heal slow, you just don't know
At times, I don't know what to say
And all I do is pray, day to day

But still, I feel my strength might die
Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry
Even when I close my eyes, I still see it
Damn, I just don't believe it

The bad times I buried, like the cemetery
Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries
A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death
Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath

You killas, caused a lotta devastation
You have no idea what you did to this nation
I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration
But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just

Don't you give up, be strong
Hold on, hold on
Things are gonna get better
Tough times, they last so long
Hold on, hold on
If you believe, they will get better

Frank White, the man with the money and the fame
Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name
I been with my nigga before he came in the game
No one's, no V's, we used to take the train

Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties
I guess back then we was real nobodies
But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch
I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him

Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up
But still got love for your kids even wrote 'em in my will
And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal
No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill

Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal
If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels
Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married
Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried

So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes
Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'
Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo
'Cuz trust me, I know it's sad but you got to

Don't you give up, be strong
Hold on, hold on
Things are gonna get better
Tough times, they last so long
Hold on, hold on
If you believe, they will get better

So I guess you know the story of how it all ends
Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends
One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens
D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD

My whole B.I. family, remind me of you
We miss you so much, I love you so much
Never thought life without you would be so rough
But I know we gon' make it we ain't happy, but we fakin'

And to New York, thanks for the support
And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land
This is somethin' young kids just won't understand
How they took away this beautiful man

Who shared so many memories
I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long
It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight
So here's a long kiss good night, Frank White

Don't you give up, be strong
Hold on, hold on
Things are gonna get better
Tough times, they last so long
Hold on, hold on
If you believe, they will get better

Don't you give up, be strong
Hold on, hold on
Things are gonna get better
Tough times, they last so long
Hold on, hold on
If you believe, they will get better

Don't you give up, be strong
Hold on, hold on
Things are gonna get better
Tough times, they last so long
Hold on, hold on
If you believe, they will get better
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Ho Problems - Lyrics - Jt Money

Title: Ho Problems
Artist: Jt Money
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Harvey Scales, Jeffrey Thompkins, Al Vance, Don Davis

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Lyric:
Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho nigga let it go
Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho nigga let it go

Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho nigga let it go
Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho nigga let it go

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout niggaz need to let it go, ya know
Hearin' all these stories about, niggaz goin' to jail
Diein' 'bout these muthafuckin' ho's
You know what I'm talkin' about

Ho problems ain't no problems
Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em
Nigga you need to let that muthafucka go
Just like you got it you can find another ho

See ho's come a dime a dozen
What you is nigga hard up but lovin'
Pushin' and shovin' about's a woman
Who givin' up the ass homeboy ya buggin'

I told you bout trustin' them stankin' ass ho's
You gotta learn to work them bitches for the peso's
Stop trippin' bout that pussy 'cuz it ain't yours
Y'all niggaz need to learn how the game go

It's a trip and I will tell yo' ass no more
Young nigga put shit past no ho
For you cry like a sucka go solo
'Cuz them bitches damn sure call the Po-Po's
In any case bro

Ho problems ain't no problems
Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em
Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know
When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho
(My nigga)

Ho problems ain't no problems
Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em
Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know
When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho
(My nigga)

It's another one of them ho things niggaz be a addicted like cocaine
Straight up and down naw that ain't the way to go man
Quit trippin' 'bout them grabbin' ass gold diggers
Naw real niggaz fall just 'cuz you a ho nigga

Spend a lotsa loots just so you can knock the boots
Of a slimy ass scandolous prostatute
Nigga you betta try to fade dat bitch
'Cuz me and the boys straight slayed that bitch
(Mmm hmm)

And I ain't lyin' neither
Trippin' bout them ho's betta leave that shit to beaver
'Cuz a nigga run through yo shit
Fuckin' all these ho's and don't give a fuck who yo' bitch

'Cuz shit get bad for your health
And if you got ho problems betta keep 'em to yourself
Probably a lotta other niggaz that'll hit her
But you just a weak nigga that fell in love with 'em

Ho problems ain't no problems
Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em
Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know
When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho
(My nigga)

Ho problems ain't no problems
Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em
Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know
When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho
(My nigga)

What if your girl let another nigga hit it
Would you accept it our would you cry like a bitch
You'd probably try to kill her then kill yourself
Sayin' she wasn't real but you wasn't real yourself

'Cuz you knew she was a ho when you met her
But the pussy so good you just wanted it forever
And it hurt you to know another nigga got it
But tell me dogg what could you do to stop it
Nothin'

Ho problems ain't no problems
Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em
Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know
When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho
(My nigga)

Ho problems ain't no problems
Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em
Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know
When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho
(My nigga)

Know what I'm sayin'
Bout time for JT Money to get back off in this game
(You know)
Lotta niggaz was steering y'all wrong wit dis ho shit

Know what I'm talkin' about
But I'm in it to put it down for dat real you know
Let you niggaz knowa bout these ho's
Teach you 'bout this game fo sho, baby

Ho problems ain't no problems
Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em
Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know
When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho
(My nigga)

Ho problems ain't no problems
Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em
Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know
When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho
(My nigga)

Ho problems ain't no problems
Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em
Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know
When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho
(My nigga)

Ho problems ain't no problems
Don't hate the game 'cuz that ain't gone solve 'em
Niggaz fall in love but they just don't know
When you gonna learn to let a ho be a ho
(My nigga)

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