Z - 99 Problems - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - 99 Problems
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Norman Landsberg, Leslie Weinstein, Felix Pappalardi, Shawn Carter, Alphonso Henderson, John Elias Ventura, Billy Squier, Tracy Marrow

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Lyric:
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's 'Money, Cash, Hoes'
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?

If you grew up with holes in your zapper toes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough
I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers

I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the motherfuckin' law
Got two choices y'all, pull over the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor

And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I pull over to the side of the road
Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?

'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?
Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four

License and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are
I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?

Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that
Aren't you sharp as a tack, you should try out
For lawyer or somethin', somebody important or somethin'

Child I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' push me

I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and
He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the Captain
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the system with the riff-raff again

Fiends on the floor, scratchin' again
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' them
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill' for bail 'cause I'm African

All because this fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharin'
But ain't nuttin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, ha ha
You crazy for this one Rick, it's your boy

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Abdul Jabar Cut - Lyrics - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast - Kid Rock

Title: Abdul Jabar Cut
Album: Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R J Ritchie

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Lyric:
Uh, kick on back to the rap I format
When it's through what you do is just play it back
Rewind it, find it
That's how I designed it

And fellas if you see a big butt get behind it
And grind on it
I mean push and bump
'Cause it's about time we made this party jump

Take a drink of your forty
And let's get naughty
Get on the floor
And just move your body to the sound

I found and also developed
Let's trip don't sit, come on get the hell up
Look at the black man, now what'd up
He's not a skin head that's the Abdul Jabar Cut

Yeah, yeah
Streets of Romeo
Mt. Clemens
Detroit
All over

Now people always me and KDC
If we take this activity a seriously
I reply, with a sigh rather uniquely
And say does Donald Trump have a lotta money

Yes a stupid question but I won't quote ya
'Cause I'm the Geraldo, Philmore, Oprah
I'm the K I D R O C K
Down with Jive, RCA

Hey how could you judge me 'cause what I am
Be blind to my mind and take a look and say fuck him
Look at the black man, now what up
He's not a skin head that's the Abdul Jabar Cut

Okay, yeah
Like I said
Top Dog
One, two to the three
And we always come back for more

Kenny wears a low fade
Danny wears no fade
I wear the high fade
And we all get paid

Tryin' to blow my rap down the sink
But go ahead 'cause my rap's made of brick
And it sticks, kicks
Hits and uplifts

At shows, it flows but never drifts
It's too swift and moves with quickness
Top Dog again and you say what is this
Its the under rated MC on top

The young six foot one Kid Rock
Look at the black man, now what's up
He's not a skin head
That's the Abdul Jabar Cut

Okay, yeah
Get down, come back
The black man from New Jersey
KDC, Kid Rock
It's the crew right here
Bitch

Now Patty keep it going with the guitar
Yeah, all you punk ass bitches
Ha, ha, ha, ha
This is Kid Mother fuckin' rock

The beast crew is in the house
All you suckers
This is a mother fuckin' party
You better ask somebody

So get your mother fuckin' hands up in the air
This ain't no joke
Yo this is the mother fuckin' east side
Detroit is in this mother fucker

Uh, ha, ha
Yo the black man
From parts unknown
Can you dig it?
You bitch
Yeah, yeah
For the nineties, hoe

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

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

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Lyric:
Listen, Listen
Huh listen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...And She Told Me To Leave - Lyrics - The Fake Sound Of Progress - Lostprophets

Title: ...And She Told Me To Leave
Album: The Fake Sound Of Progress
Artist: Lostprophets
Composer(s): Stuart Richardson, Lee Gaze, Michael Richard Lewis, Richard James Oliver, Michael Leonard Chiplin, Ian Watkins

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Lyric:
End to it all, falling down
Losing touch with everyone
Who ever stood their ground
If you could then even I know I do too
Lost inside a maze of problems with you

Is it so hard, every time I say
"Won't you come and fight with me?"
Because if I thought I'd win you
Every word that I say would come out wrong
And make you look the other way
You know, if I thought I'd win you
Time and time again and if I did we won't be friends

And tell me I'm brought down again
Never the one I explain

Can't you, woah, don't you lie there 've been times
When I've felt good because you're hurt inside
No, that's not true, I'm just acting tough
I don't know what it is I'm feeling
I don't know if you are enough

Is it so hard, every time I say
"Won't you come and fight with me?"
Because if I thought I'd win you
Every word that I say would come out wrong
And make you look the other way
You know, if I thought I'd win you
Time and time again and if I did we won't be friends

And tell me I'm falling down again
Never the one I explain

So answer that you never know
Don't want it back, it seems to go
It's so hard, so hard

'Cause I feel alive and it feels alright
Keep on telling me that it's over, please
And I feel the warmth lying in the sun
It's so hot in here, it's the clothes I wear
Don't you even ask, I won't let you pass
My guard is up and you stole this cage

Could I? Should I? Would I?
Could I? Should I? Would I?
Could I? Should I? Would I?
...

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Can I Stay With You - Lyrics - Make Him Do Right - Karyn White

Title: Can I Stay With You
Album: Make Him Do Right
Artist: Karyn White
Composer(s): Kenny Edmunds

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Lyric:
Never felt so good before
Never dreamed I would explore
Making love in the positions
That you've got me doing

Never thought I'd beg for more
Never thought I'd find a man
Who could do it again and again
And then even do it like once again

I've never trembled in my life
I've heard about it once or twice but now I'm shaking
And I swear this shaking feels so nice
And I don't know what I'm goin' to do

'Cause I don't wanna be away from you
You shouldna felt so good
Lord knows, I've never felt this good, it's wonderful
Well, there's only one thing I need to know

Can I stay with you, babe
For the rest of the night?
Can I stay with you, babe
For the rest of my life?

Can I stay with you, babe
Through the end of all time?
Oh, baby, please
Let me stay through the night

I've never been so weak before
Never met a man so sure
Sure of how and when and where to touch
And just how much

I've never been to ecstasy
But now I'm feelin' it, feelin' it
Over and over and over
And over and over and over and over

Whatever I can do for your love
You just ask, consider it done and I'll do anything
Whatever you want, whenever you need it
And I just want to give it all to you

More than you could ever expect me to
I swear whatever you do
I'll do it three times back to you, I'm good to go
Well, there's only one thing I need to know

Can I stay with you, babe
For the rest of the night?
Can I stay with you, babe
For the rest of my life?

Can I stay with you, babe
Through the end of all time?
Oh, baby, please
Let me stay through the night

One night of love
It turned me around, it turned me
One night of love
And Ill never be the same

I'll never ever be the same
One night of love
And I'm deep in love
Blew my heart away

Can I stay with you, babe
For the rest of the night?
Can I stay with you, babe
For the rest of my life?

Can I stay with you, babe
Through the end of all time?
Oh, baby, please
Let me stay through the night

Can I stay with you, babe
For the rest of the night?
Can I stay with you, babe
For the rest of my life?

Can I stay with you, babe
Through the end of all time?
Oh, baby, please
Let me stay through the night

Can I stay with you, babe
For the rest of the night?
Can I stay with you, babe
For the rest of my life?

Can I stay with you, babe
Through the end of all time?
Oh, baby, please
Let me stay through the night

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Can'T Come Back - Lyrics - Hey Kandi - Kandi

Title: Can'T Come Back
Album: Hey Kandi
Artist: Kandi
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, O Harper, Kandi Burruss

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Lyric:
A funny thing happened to me
Just the other day, a girl came my way
She called your name, she said some things
I thought it was just some hearsay
But then she showed me a picture or two
Of her with some dude in positions that weren't cool

And then I looked again and I saw that this dude was you
My first reaction was to snap on her but what good would that do
You know that I have better things than fightin' over you
So many times it seems that I refused to see the truth
But this time you know that I am through

So just walk right out the door
'Cause you can't come back here no more
You know we've been through this before
So you can't come back, you can't come back
You're in and out of my life, this time was your last try
You made your bed so there you lie, so, you can't come back

The last time you deceived me, you said give you one more chance
You blamed it on your weaknesses of just bein' a man
I was the fool to believe in you, put my heart in your hands
I should have known when you did me wrong, you'd just do it again

Please just leave, no convincin' me
You will ever be the man for me
I'm so sick and tired of hearin' lies from you
So just pack your bags, 'cause I am through

So just walk right out the door
'Cause you can't come back here no more
You know we've been through this before
So you can't come back, you can't come back
Oh you're in and out of my life, this time was your last try
You made your bed so there you lie, so, you can't come back

Did everything to please you, but still that wasn't enough
Gave you my heart and soul, total control, all I wanted was your love
See now time after time, I kept taking you back
Endless tears I spent on you and I'm tired of forgivin'
So, "Goodbye, good riddance", it's time for me to start living

So just walk right out the door
'Cause you can't come back here no more
You know we've been through this before
So you can't come back, you can't come back
And you're in and out of my life, and this last time was your last try

You made your bed so there you lie
Can't come back
Can't come back no more, no, you can't come back no more
Can't come back no more, no you can't come back no more

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Coward Of The County - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Kenny Rogers

Title: Coward Of The County
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Kenny Rogers
Composer(s): Roger Bowling, Billy Ed Wheeler

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Lyric:
Everyone considered him the coward of the county
He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong
His mama named him Tommy, but folks just called him Yellow
Something always told me, they were reading Tommy wrong

He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison
I looked after Tommy, 'cause he was my brother's son
I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy
"Son, my life is over, but yours has just begun"

"Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done
Walk away from trouble if you can
It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek
I hope you're old enough to understand
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man"

There's someone for everyone and Tommy's love was Becky
In her arms, he didn't have to prove he was a man
One day while he was working, the Gatlin boys came calling
They took turns at Becky an' there was three of them

Tommy opened up the door and saw Becky crying
The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand
He reached above the fireplace and took down his daddy's picture
As his tears fell on his daddy's face, he heard these words again

"Promise me, Son, not to do the things I've done
Walk away from trouble if you can
It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek
I hope you're old enough to understand
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man"

The Gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the bar room
One of them got up and met him half way cross the floor
When Tommy turned around they said, "Hey look! Old Yellow's leaving"
But you could've heard a pin drop
When Tommy stopped and locked the door

Twenty years of crawling were bottled up inside him
He wasn't holding nothing back, he let 'em have it all
When Tommy left the bar room, not a Gatlin boy was standing
He said, "This one's for Becky, as he watched the last one fall
An? I heard him say

"I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you've done
I walk away from trouble when I can
Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek
And Papa, I should hope you understand
Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man"

Everyone considered him the coward of the county

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Daddy'S Home - Lyrics - Montell Jordan

Title: Daddy'S Home
Artist: Montell Jordan
Composer(s): Anthony S Crawford, Montell Jordan

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Lyric:
Daddy's home
Do da da da
La da la
Play it, play it

I know, I'm not the man you thought I'd be
We started out so young, your mother, and me
I know that I hurt you, I was a child trying to be a man
I walked out on my only son, I left you in your mother's hands

And now I'm standing right here
With tears, with tears streaming from my eyes
See your mother raised a fine young man
And I know I missed so much of your life

Look at me, take a real good look at me
Don't turn away, don't you turn away like I did my son
I'm making no more promises
I'm trying to find the word to say

Daddy's home
(Yeah)
Daddy's home
(Been gone too long)
Daddy's home
(Said your daddy's back home)
Daddy's home
(And for every birthday that I missed my son)

Daddy's home
(I'm making it all up to you)
Daddy's home
(Every time I made your mother cry)
Daddy's home
(She laid awake at night, holding her pillow tight)
Daddy's home
(Oh oh)

Do you remember the day I walked out on you?
There was nothing I could say, nothing you could do
I missed your first words, I couldn't hear you talk
I missed your first steps, when you tried to walk, baby

Now I know and you know you can take care of yourself
(Daddy's home)
(Daddy's home)
You had to run, you had to run to somebody else
(Daddy's home)
Didn't be a good father, I wasn't there
But talk to me son, tell me how you feel
(Daddy's home)

Daddy why would you leave your only son
(I don't know)
Give me somethin', I could hold on
(No no no)
You left me here alone
(Alone)
Now you've decided to come back home

(Daddy's home)
And I realize
(Daddy's home)
That's it's gonna take a little time for you and me to get again
(Daddy's home)
I think we can do it, I think we can do it
Do you think we can do it? I think we can do it

If you wanna be my dad again
We've got to start all over, be friends
If you wanna be my dad again
We've got to start all over, be friends

If you wanna be my dad again
We've got to start all over, be friends
If you wanna be my dad again
We've got to start all over, be friends

Just look at me
Look at me

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1 Shot 2 Shot - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: 1 Shot 2 Shot
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Luis Resto, Rufus B Johnson, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Von M Carlisle, Marshall B Iii Mathers

Lyric:
I told ya'll mothafuckas I was comin' back
(Oh shit)
What now nigga, what now?
(What are you doin'?)
What?
Proof, the projects, nigga

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

Security's gone I'm dropped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my muthafuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about your wife?)
Nigga fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthafuckin' life
Oh shit, the shooter's comin'

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
That's the sound of the glock
Even DJ House fucked around and got shot
I done messed around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

(Kuniva you awright)
These niggas is trippin'
(Where's Bizarre at?)
I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin' killed
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield
And she got hit now she's yellin'
(Don't leave me)

I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my 38, I hope it's not too late

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

(I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, what the fuck was that
Damn somebody hit me from the back
(With they car?)
With a gat nigga and my tire flat
And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black Mitsubishi
(Shit, that's the clique we beefin' wit)
Man and I was on my way there

Believe me I'm leavin' a caucus today
I'ma park my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

I never seen no shit like this is my life before
People are still camped out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the door waitin' in line
Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform

The fire marshalls know, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And some cum-wad from out the parkin' lot
Gets in an argument over a parkin' spot
Decides to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off

Missed who he's aimin' for six feet away's the door
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off

I'm posted up at the bar havin' a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he usually tucks one on him

Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
No, I guess not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I never saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife

There she is on the ground bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just went another damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, it's too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop deep
Follow Bizarre's path ran through it

And made it to the front door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen Swift shootin' it out
But I can't see who he's shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right behind him squeezin' his four fifth

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

It's Friday night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my right
I ain't come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight

That's right bitches I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in
Swift told me to meet him here so it's clear that the schmuck that
Shot out the back of his truck is up in this mothafucka

So one shot for the money, two's to stop the show
Third's for the bartender
(There's plenty of shots to go)
(I just wanna know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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36 Days - Lyrics - Letters to the President - Hawk Nelson

Title: 36 Days
Album: Letters to the President
Artist: Hawk Nelson
Composer(s): David Lee Everett Clark, Jason Michael Dunn, Matthew Jacob Paige, Daniel Biro

Lyric:
Gone away far from home, the weekend's over
Let's pack up and start again
Twenty days on the road, just left port dover
With sixteen days to go

I just called my mom to tell her that I miss her
I just wrote my girl, man I can't remember
The last time I kissed her
Soon I'll be at home with all my friends
After thirty-six days on the road

Lights go down, the noise has faded
We'll leave this town anticipated
Soon we'll be back on the road again

All is lost, but not forgotten
One by one the fights we've fought
And soon we'll be back on the road again
For thirty-six days

We turn around, face the crowd
We're starting over, this time north of L..A
Once again here we are, it's a new beginning
I'd live this life any day

I feel so alive, though a part of me is gone
And this life I lead, is the life that I've dreamed of
Since I was the age of twelve
And while I'll sing with all that is within me
After thirty-six days on the road

Lights do down the noise has faded
We'll leave this town anticipated
Soon we'll be back on the road again

All is lost, but not forgotten
One by one the fights we've fought
And soon we'll be back on the road again
And soon we'll be back on the road again
Soon we'll be back on the road again for thirty-six days

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Dem Boyz - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: Dem Boyz
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Oscar Salinas, Wesley Eric Weston, Juan Salinas

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Lyric:
Play an' skills

Is it 'cause dem boyz is out there shinin'?
(Shinin')
Maybe 'cause dem boyz is out there grindin'
(Grindin')
Platinum pieces with Canari diamonds
(Diamonds)
But haters they're talkin' but never mind them
(Never mind them)

Is it 'cause dem boyz is out there shinin'?
(Shinin')
Maybe 'cause dem boyz is out there grindin'
(Grindin')
Platinum pieces with Canari diamonds
(Diamonds)
But haters they're talkin' but never mind them
(Never mind them)

Well I'm back up in yo ear once again 'cause I run this shit
And I want rap about it unless I done that shit
We catchin' flights to Vegas, we stay away from haters
We always chasin' paper, we ballin' like The Lakers
We steppin' out in our gators, nothin' but pimps and players
All my close taylor plus I got hoes that at bayla

I'm like Popeye the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach
(Why?)
And when my Benz pass by they'd be like I hope he in it
They'd know my shit ain't rented because I got two
(Why? I got to)
Yeah I got blue diamonds but these yellow rocks fool

Is it 'cause dem boyz is out there shinin'?
(Shinin')
Maybe 'cause dem boyz is out there grindin'
(Grindin')
Platinum pieces with Canari diamonds
(Diamonds)
But haters they're talkin' but never mind them
(Never mind them)

Is it 'cause dem boyz is out there shinin'?
(Shinin')
Maybe 'cause dem boyz is out there grindin'
(Grindin')
Platinum pieces with Canari diamonds
(Diamonds)
But haters they're talkin' but never mind them
(Never mind them)

I got baguettes in the middle of my chain
H2 in the middle of the lane doin' donuts in the middle of the rain
If you in a wreck can I get a little brain
I ain't gotta spend a thing for me to hit ya dame
I smoke so much dro hoe I might forget your name
Stop don't make me cock it and pop it and reload quick
I'm like Bone Crusher I ain't never scared bitch

I'm into makin' bread bitch and ridin' candy red shit
I'm doin' this for pimp C and my nigga head bitch
'Cause when the feds hit I don't wanna be around
I'm a be real with you, I don't wanna be in town
'Cause when I'm on the road, I'm gettin' more dough
(Road, dough)
I'm gettin' unreleased, Jordans straight from Tokyo

Is it 'cause dem boyz is out there shinin'?
(Shinin')
Maybe 'cause dem boyz is out there grindin'
(Grindin')
Platinum pieces with Canari diamonds
(Diamonds)
But haters they talkin' but never mind them
(Never mind them)

Is it 'cause dem boyz is out there shinin'?
(Shinin')
Maybe 'cause dem boyz is out there grindin'
(Grindin')
Platinum pieces with Canari diamonds
(Diamonds)
But haters they talkin' but never mind them
(Never mind them)

Whenever I'm buyin'
(Ice)
I'm like fuck the
(Price)
'Cause no matter how much I spend Johnny gon' have me
(Right)
Johnny gon' have me
(Right)

Yellas mixed with
(White)
Yo chain shinin' in the day but look at mine when it's night
You see the difference in the rocks, they look like blocks
Red, white, and blue diamonds got me lookin' like the cops
Everybody pullin' over 'cause they think they gettin' stopped
Oh my bad that's my chain and my mothafuckin' watch

Heh that's how we doin' it man, Lil' Flipper
Play an' skills on the track, this that shit that make niggas bounce
If you in a drop top make that mothafucker bounce
Stick ya mothafuckin' pinky ring out the window 'cause
Shinin'
(Southside)
Grindin'
(Northside)

Diamonds
(Eastside)
Never mind them
(Westside)
Haa haa that's how we do it man, Lil' Flipper underground legend
You gotta feel me, you gotta feel me
I ain't fuck off my budget you gotta feel me haa haa
Yeah y'all buyin' them old high ass tracks, I'm like fuck it shit I ain't settlin'
I'll fuck wit play an' skills haa haa bitch, bitch

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All Over Again - Lyrics - Time - Fleetwood Mac

Title: All Over Again
Album: Time
Artist: Fleetwood Mac
Composer(s): Christine Mcvie, Eddy Quintela

Lyric:
Well it's time to say goodnight
And finally turn out the light
How do I say in some simple way
How much you have been on my mind?

But I have to let you go
It's time to move on, don't you know?
But you can rely, on a love that won't die
For haven't I told you so

So let's stop before it's too late
And leave it all up to the fates
'Cause in spite of the heartaches
The troubles in love
I'd do it all over
(Do it all over)
Do it all over again

Each of us and everyone
Carries a burden of love
But as far as I go, in my heart I know
It's you I'll be thinking of

So what is there left to say
As I see us drifting away
You can always depend, on a love that won't end
Won't you think of me, think of me that way?

So let's stop before it's too late
And leave it all up to the fate
'Cause in spite of the heartaches
The troubles in love
I'd do it all over again

Well it's it's time to move on to the rain
And finally break the chain
In spite of the heartaches
The troubles in love
I'd do it all over
(Do it all over)
Do it all over again
Stop before it's too late

'Cause in spite of the heartaches
An' troubles in love
I'd do it all over again
(Do it all over)
I'd do it all over again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Incomprehensible]

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

Hey, hey, hey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Everybody Wanna Be Thugs - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: Everybody Wanna Be Thugs
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Everybody wanna be thugs
They really don't 'cause if they lived my life they'd understand
Niggaz for they self, no love
And it ain't nothin' better than a gun in hand

Everybody wanna be thugs
They really don't 'cause if they lived my life they'd understand
Niggaz for they self, no love
And it ain't nothin' better than a gun in hand

I'm lookin' at all my niggaz on the corner
Still trying to come up on something like some paper, cash money
Two-double-O-zero, niggaz is desperate to make it
Battlin' Satan, but the plate that he made us looks so tasty

Temptation over took my devils persuasion
Makin' me chase the paper while trying to break 'em, I blaze 'em
Then I raise up, nigga that's the way thugs do it
See it don't say nothin' just to find out we kinda stupid

In the streets we play for keeps, niggaz ain't comin'
Back for revenge or whatever, loc we havin' none of that
So scandalous, you better keep your protection
'Cause the grass and the blunts ain't the only thing we wet up

Everybody wanna be thugs
They really don't 'cause if they lived my life they'd understand
Niggaz for they self, no love
And it ain't nothin' better than a gun in hand

See, I've been runnin' from the po-po ever since I was 11
Nigga bellin', ain't tryin' to get kept and slept in the cell, man
A lot like my daddy, but then again I'm like myself
Keep my nose in my business and worry about nobody else

Got a mind of my own aside from Bone
So nigga don't think that you can run up
And test me when I'm alone 'cause I got the chrome
Talk mo' shit I'm still a street thug, but I make mo' hits
(Mo' hits)

Platinum packin' magnum never leave the house without it
And if he 'bout it don't sing about it nigga bring up out that shit
Thugline, frontline, nigga it ain't scared, we done time
Leatherface is on the rampage, murder mangler, strangler

What you came with it just ain't enough
To tame the thug, we aim to drain the blood from your skull
Rappin' but we dangerous, dangerous

Everybody wanna be thugs
They really don't 'cause if they lived my life they'd understand
Niggaz for they self, no love
And it ain't nothin' better than a gun in hand

Everybody wanna be thugs
They really don't 'cause if they lived my life they'd understand
Niggaz for they self, no love
And it ain't nothin' better than a gun in hand

Now to my youngsters with they guns
Out on the corner perfomin' tryin' to be soldiers
Just remember that I told ya, slow down, down, down
I know you wanna be a thug, and do what we done

But if it ain't inside your blood then this
Ain't the game that you tryin' to play
Just like one of my niggaz tried to hang
And he died in a day aw, shame, shame, shame

Bullet hit him in the brain
And he was a thug nigga, you get the picture?
Picture niggaz in a single file line
All crying, upset because their niggaz died, nobody know why

It's so many dying 'cause too many trying to shine
We all trying to swang on the same goddamn vine
It's about that time for the thugs to unite
And let this motherfucker burn tonight
(Tonight, night)

If you a thug get up and join this thug nation
(Thug nation)
We got guns waitin'
(Guns waitin')
Soon as the enemy run up, blaze 'em
(Blaze 'em)

Everybody wanna be thugs
They really don't 'cause if they lived my life they'd understand
Niggaz for they self, no love
And it ain't nothin' better than a gun in hand

Everybody wanna be thugs
They really don't 'cause if they lived my life they'd understand
Niggaz for they self, no love

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Big Wheels - Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

Title: Big Wheels
Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne

Lyric:
I've been thinking it over
So many times they say
You got it made
They never understand
The answer lies within your soul
'Cos no one know which side
The coin will fall

Big wheels turning
Baby, I know
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning, turning

Save it for a rainy day
For when the cold wind blows
To see how they run
I thought they'd know
I tried my best, all I could do
But somehow it was not enough for you

Big wheels turning
Baby, I know
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning, turning
Turning, turning

I remember the dead of night
A lonely light that shines upon the window
I see it all so clear
The tenderness, the silent tears

Out here in the pouring rain
Through cold dark waiting days
I see you standing there
I see the big wheels turning
Never ending, on and on they go

I think I'm going home
I think I'm gonna have to start again
It's rather sad because I've looked around
Can't seem to find whatever's
Always rolling through my mind

Big wheels turning
Baby, I know
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning, turning
Turning, turning

I remember the dead of night
A lonely light that shines upon the window
I see it all so clear
The tenderness, the silent tears

Out here in the pouring rain
Through cold dark waiting days
I see you standing there
I see the big wheels turning
Never ending, on and on they go

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Bitch Please Ii - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Bitch Please Ii
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, A Joyner, Melvin Bradford, Calvin Broadus

Lyric:
Yeah whattup Detroit?
Nu uh, nu uh nuh no he didn't!
Ahh! They didn't do it again
What what, wha what?
Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?
Oh fo' sho'!
Uh uh, na, you smell that?
This is special right here
What what, wha what what?
Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie baby
Uhh, to the boogie oogie oogie
Yeah, y'know! What's crackin Dre?

Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit
On Slim's shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit
(Limp Bizkit)
Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts
And watch mosh pits till motherfuckers knock each other unconscious
Some of these crowds that Slim draws
Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and full of cars
Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw is niggaz from Crenshaw
From Long Beach to South Central

Whoa, not these niggaz again
These grown ass ignorant men with hair triggers again
You and what army could harm me?
D R E and Shady with Doggy from Long Beach
(Eastside!)
Came a long way to makin' these songs play
It'll be a wrong move to stare at me the wrong way
I got a long UZ' and I carry it all day
(Blaow!)
Sometimes it's like a nightmare, just bein Andre but I

Somehow, someway, hello, nigga
You know about Dogg-ay
(Snoop Dogg)
Now let me cut these niggaz up
And show 'em where the fuck I'm comin' from
I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin' son
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run
Got about fifty guns and I love all of 'em the same, bang bang!

Damn baby girl what's your name?
I forgot, what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed
Hangin' in the club with my nephew Eminem
(Whassup Slim?)
Whattup cuz?
(Whattup Snoop?)
The Great White American Hope done hooked up
With the King of the motherfuckin West coast, baby!

And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

I'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move
You're found dead in your garage with ten o'clock news coverage
Gotta love it 'cause I expose the facade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God
All jokes aside come bounce with us
Standin' over you with a twelve gauge about to bust

It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the bodybag but never in cuffs
So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough
When things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with Puff
Bitch, please, you must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees, come on

And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

Aww naw, big Slim Dogg
Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long
Back up in the, heezy Baby
He's Sha-day!
He's so crazy!

Hahaha! Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White
Pickets outside the Interscope offices every night
What if he's right? I'm just a criminal makin' a living
Off of the world's misery, what in the world gives me the right
To say what I like and walk around flippin' the bird
Livin' the urban life like a white kid from the 'burbs
Dreamin' at night of screamin' at Mom, schemin' to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me

I just want you all to notice me and people to see
That somewhere deep down there's a decent human being in me
It just can't be found so the reason you've been seeing this me
Is 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean
So when you see me dressin' up like a nerd on TV
Or heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely
It's just me being me, here want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you fagot
You happy now? Look here

I start some trouble everywhere that I go
(That I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know
('Cause they know)
I start some shit they throw me out the back do'
(The back do')
Come back and shoot the club up with a fo'-fo'
(A fo'-fo')

And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

2001 and forever
Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, X To The Z, Nate Dogg
C'mon, yeah!

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Bitch Please Part Ii - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Bitch Please Part Ii
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, A Joyner, Melvin Bradford, Calvin Broadus

Lyric:
Yeah, whattup Detroit? Nu uh, nu uh, nuh, no, he didn't
Ahh! they didn't do it again
What what, what-what?
Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?
Oh, fo sho! Uh uh, naw, ya smell that?
This is special right here, what what, what what what?
Yeah, its a toast to the boogie baby, uhh, to the boogie oogie oogie
Yeah, yknow! What's crackin' Dre?

Just let me lay back and kick some mo simplistic pimp shit
On slims shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit
Throw on guilty conscience at concerts
And watch moshpits 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious

Some of these crowds that slim draws
Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when its packed and fulla cars
Some of these crowds me and snoop draw is niggaz from Crenshaw
From Long Beach to South Central

Whoa, not these niggaz again
These grown ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again
You and what army could harm me?
D R E and shady, with Doggy from Long Beach

Came a long way, to makin' these songs play
It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way
I got a long Uz, and I carry it all day
Sometimes its like a nightmare, just bein' Andre
But I

Somehow, someway, tell 'em, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay
Now let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin' from
I get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin' son
Hit and run, get it done, get the funds, split and run
Got about fifty guns, and I love all of em the same bang, bang!

Damn, baby girl, whats your name?
I forgot what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed
Hangin' in the club, with my nephew Eminem whattup 'cuz?
The great white American hope, done hooked up
With the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay bay!

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

I'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move
You're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage
Gotta love it, 'cause I expose the facade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with god

All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust
Its like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the body bag, but never in cuffs

So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough
When things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with puff
Bitch, please you must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees, c'mon

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

Aw naw, big Slim Dogg
Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long
Back up, in the, heezy bay bay
He's sha-day, he's so cra-zay!

Hahaha! gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White
Pickets outside the inter scope offices every night
What if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living
Off of the worlds misery, what in the world gives me the right

To say what I like, and walk around flippin' the bird
Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the burbs
Dreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me

I just want you all to notice me and people to see
That somewhere deep down, theres a decent human being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me
Is 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean

So when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV
Or heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely
Its just me being me, here want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you fagot, you happy now? Look here

I start some trouble everywhere that I go
(That I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know
('Cause they know)
I start some shit they throw me out the back do
(The back do)
Come back and shoot the club up with a fo fo
(A fo fo)

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

2001 and forever
Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg
X to the Z, Nate Dogg
C'mon, yeah!

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