100,000 Years - Lyrics - Alive! (Live) - Kiss

Title: 100,000 Years
Album: Alive! (Live)
Artist: Kiss
Composer(s): G Simmons, P Stanley

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Lyric:
I'm sorry to have taken so long
It must have been a bitch while I was gone
You mind if I sit down for a while?
You'll reacquaint yourself with my style

Well, how could you have waited so long?
It must have been a bitch while I was gone
All this time you put up a fear
For a 100,000 years

I'm sorry to have taken so long
It must have been a bitch while I was gone
All this time you put up a fear
For a 100,000 years

Baby, won't you let me?
I think I'm goin' out of my head
I'm just about to, ooh yeah

I'm sorry to have taken so long
It must have been a bitch while I was gone
You mind if I sit down for a while, would you babe?
You'll reacquaint yourself with my style

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10 Million Ways - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: 10 Million Ways
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Dedrick Rolison, O'Shea Jackson

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Lyric:
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars

Tick tock around the clock for the rock ya come see me
Just knock at the door I'll grant your wish like a genie
Strait out to get paid stack the loot that I made
Been slangin' dope out my mammas' house since the 10th grade

Never tried it can't deny it in the tiots was a looter
Used to hang with drive by shooters, stick 'em up for Honda scooters
Never was a scholar make you throw yo hands and holla
Wolla went to Jr. High slangin' joints fo a dollar

Finger waves was the new fad so they spoted a due rags
Niggas got dumped on fo the red or blue rags
Down with the G's so them niggas never serve me
Bellin' through the hood in my honeycomb Jersey

Painter pants cuffed so I fix it on my biscuits
Till my hair get long enough to brade my bitch I'll keep it twisted
It's that nigga runnin' wild punch the pedal to the meadow
And everywhere I go it's a must I keep it ghetto

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it

24/7 on a 211
Fresh out the county I hunt like a bounty
From 10 to midnight make sure my shit tight
Map out the lick right so that I hit right

I strike to stay alive to be exact need a sack
Can't hack this monkey on my back
So I shot it now you plot it I got it
Exotic to erotic money ho's to narcotics

No preachin' knowledge of self or religion
I'm too busy raisin' pit bulls and pigeons
Put the hustle down steady for the summer
I'm ready way tighter got two birds and a rider

But I'm out fo mo nigga can't get enough doe
Place my hands on the fo fo
Arm robbery is my hobby
So I gotta sickum then lickum now who's my next victim

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it

Got the plak in the back straight rag top
Peepin' the scene with the gangsta lean
Super clean in and out make you weak at the knees
I watch fo the thieves on my hunt spoke D's

Stereo type foe life from the streets where the palms trees sway
And the money parlay
Fo block niggas got the hoes like sewed up
Bitches on my nuts every since I first showed up

BG nigga with my though skins hangin'
Tryin' to look like my big homies that was bangin'
Slangin' like 90 goin' north with the cavey
Twistin' through the hood in a 83 caddy

Coupe Deville I packs my big still
'Cause it's sittin' on white ones with the two way tight ones
And as I floss I keeps my Nina Ross
Cocked with the clipin' to catch a nigga slippin'

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

(Let me [Incomprehensible] the way)
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it
(Let me [Incomprehensible] the way)
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

'Cause if you fuck with us
We leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays
In 10 millions ways

(Let me [Incomprehensible] the way)
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it
(Let me [Incomprehensible] the way)
Choose one, choose one
Choose one, choose one
1 2 3 4, hit it

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125th - Lyrics - Ghetto Classics - Jaheim

Title: 125th
Album: Ghetto Classics
Artist: Jaheim
Composer(s): Jaheim Hoagland, Wesley Allen Hogges, Eric Jay Williams, John Jr. Drakeford

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Lyric:
Ooh, ooh yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh
Well, oh shorty, baby, listen girl, ooh

She was standing on 125th
Waiting on the 6, one hand on her hip
Puffing a split, post up on the block
Like the baddest chick

So I asked her one question like
Wait a minute, who you wit'?
I'm in a flyest whip, rims spinning and shit
I pulled over on the curb, had to represent
Hey girl, it's not safe out here walking alone
Hop your pretty ass in, I'll take you home

Shorty, what's your name, I'm in love with your stance
You got me wide open, I'm feeling your game
I know that other cats might tell you the same
I'm not your average guy, girl I'm far from a lame

Let's hit the LQ, cop whatever you drink
And we can get open right in back of the Range
Or hit the hotel, turn out the penthouse suite
It won't be the last time I promise I'ma holla again

She got ass like whoa, couldn't keep that on the low
The girl was straight blazing from head to toe
(Yeah, you gotta be careful, she might be under age)
Girl, lets see some ID, no you won't get me

As a fact on that, I'm about to fall back
I can easily replace you, I'm not trying to get locked up
She said she's riding shot gun, her license says twenty plus
Bring your pretty ass on, girl, let's get it on

Shorty, what's your name, I'm in love with your stance
You got me wide open, I'm feeling your game
I know that other cats might tell you the same
I'm not your average guy, girl, I'm far from a lame

Let's hit the LQ, cop whatever you drink
Girl, we can get open right in back of the Range
Or hit the hotel, turn out the penthouse suite
It won't be the last time I promise I'ma holla again

Baby, come inside, mommy, close the door
Take off all your clothes, tell me what you waiting for
Let me rub your back and your stomach too
Stretch your toes, turn around, love, I got you

Did I warn you yet, I'm a rough neck, damn good in bed
I promise I'm gone make you sweat
Would you mind if I want to squeeze you, tease you
I just want to please you

Shorty, what's your name, I'm in love with your stance
You got me wide open, I'm feeling your game
I know that other cats might tell you the same
I'm not your average guy, girl, I'm far from a lame

Let's hit the LQ, cop whatever you drink
And we can get open right in back of the Range
Or hit the hotel, turn out the penthouse suite
It won't be the last time I promise I'ma holla again

Shorty, what's your name, I'm in love with your stance
You got me wide open, I'm feeling your game
I know that other cats might tell you the same
I'm not your average guy, girl, I'm far from a lame

Let's hit the LQ, cop whatever you drink
And we can get open right in back of the Range
Or hit the hotel, turn out the penthouse suite
It won't be the last time I promise I'ma holla again

Shorty was standing on, standing on
Standing, I know, I know, I know
Feeling her game, yeah

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12 O'Clock - Lyrics - Naked - Marques Houston

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Da, da, da

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

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19 Somethin' - Lyrics - Mark Wills

Title: 19 Somethin'
Artist: Mark Wills
Composer(s): Chris Dubois, David Lee

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Lyric:
Saw Star Wars at least eight times
Had the Pac-Man pattern memorized
And I've seen the stuff they put inside
Stretch Armstrong (yeah)
I was Roger Staubach in my backyard
Had a shoebox full of baseball cards
And a couple of Evil Knievel scars
On my right arm
I was a kid when Elvis died
And my momma cried

It was nineteen seventy somethin'
And the world that I grew up in
Farrah Fawcett hairdo days
Bell bottoms and eight track tapes
Lookin' back now I can see me
Oh man, did I look cheesy
But I wouldn't trade those days for nothin'
Oh it was nineteen seventy-somethin'

It was the dawning of a new decade
We got our first microwave
Dad broke down and
Finally shaved them old sideburns off
I took the stickers off of my Rubik's Cube
Watched M-TV all afternoon
My first love was Daisy Duke
And them cut-off jeans
Space Shuttle fell out of the sky
And the whole world cried

It was nineteen eighty-somethin'
And the world that I grew up in
Skatin' rinks and black Trans-Ams
Big hair and parachute pants
And lookin' back now I can see me
Oh man, did I look cheesy
I wouldn't trade those days for nothin'
Oh it was nineteen eighty-somethin'

Now I've got a mortgage and an SUV
But all this responsibility
Makes me wish
Sometimes

That it was nineteen eighty-something
And the world that I grew up in
Skatin' rinks and black Trans-Ams
Big hair and parachute pants
And lookin' back now I can see me
Oh man, did I look cheesy
I wouldn't trade those days for nothin'
Oh it was nineteen eighty-something
Nineteen seventy-something
Oh, it was nineteen somethin'

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1 In The Morning - Lyrics - The DEFinition - Ll Cool J

Title: 1 In The Morning
Album: The DEFinition
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Damon Blackman, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
It's one in the mornin'
You know what time it is
It's one in the mornin'
It's one in the mornin'
You gonna have come out your clothes on this one

Yeah I'm still at it, the microphone addict
You get your dome splattered, cause homie will not have it
Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic
For actin' like you a teenage chick with her bra padded
You might laugh at it, but if you do the knowledge
It's really a tad tragic how they runnin' through they cabbage
You know my track record, L battle like a savage
I think and grow rich, that gives me the advantage
Uncle L L, I got product for sale
So I can bail Al Sharpton out of jail
Somebody gotta do it, somebody in the black community
Gotta get this money while y'all march for unity
So march on, I'ma get my Bentley park on
Then get my dogs a platform to bark on
The realest brother, you Nicole Kidman, one of the others
Children shiverin' under the covers
The man in black, the tilted fedora hat
I'm bringin' it raw, you never want your money back
I'm focused baby, livin' like a quarterback
Playin' in the wishbone, L keep options black
Systematically, burn you like calories
Watch your mouth, go earn your lil' salary
I'm a classic like Nike Airs and wallabies
You could catch it like the flu, homie follow me

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

That's right sleeping beauty, wake up see the light
That Tylenol P M got you caught for your B M
Everybody can see, I'm the king of rippin' coliseums
C'mon, use a male groupie beggin' for per diem
A fruitcake laid out in the mausoleum
I'm the richest man in Babylon, nobody could see him
Money's my slave, it do what I say
It cry for me, like Denzel in glory
But I broke the cycle, no more poverty
I wonder if you hatin' on the low, probably
But cats know I'm real, I keep 'em on they heels
Damn, look at my body, could have been a navy seal
But you lack the discipline to do what I do
Reinvention, I'm in the eleventh dimension
I'm a value stock pop, get it while it's hot
'Cause once I blow, I'ma split and that's it

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
Aiyyo E's, it's one o'clock
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
Time to get one and bounce baby
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's time to get one and bounce, you know what time it is?
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

Your honor, last week he punched me in my face
I want twenty million, you know he liftin' weights
Last week, me and the President was takin' flicks
Last week, my video dropped and you was sick
Last week, I copped my lil' shorty some kicks
That cost twenty nine hundred, homie you don't want it
My ears stay flooded like your man stay blunted
My American Express is black, I'm at the summit
The Benjamin Grier of Def Jam, y'all know
My portfolio was sicker than polio
For real God is good, he took me out the hood
Got me livin' in a mansion like a big boy should
And I never do cribs, I ain't gonna have y'all fruitcakes
Knowin' how I live, bed extra big
You sit around, run your mouth, potbelly on the couch
Claimin' you hot but honey what you wove out
When she alone, pump l, I make her bounce
You on the corner riskin' your life to sell a ounce
Wish you was Pablo, lay in the carbo
With a chick named Margo who flew from Chicago
But no, in real life cats catch it
It's not what you expected huh? Life kinda hectic huh?

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's the definition
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
Definition
It's one in the mornin', go
Definition potna, eleven in a row

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1st &Amp; 10 (Back For The First Time Album) - Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Title: 1st &Amp; 10 (Back For The First Time Album)
Album: Back For The First Time
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Arbie Wilson, Michael Richard Bull, Christopher Bridges, Shondrae Crawford, Jean Paul Maunick, Bobbie Sandmanie

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Lyric:
Click, click, click, click
Yeah, click, click
DTP nigga

I started with ten mack tens, ten clips and ten pens
Got ten times richer in the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men

At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs
Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs
Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves
Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs

Man I ate eight clips with eight chicks watching eight flicks
You's 8-6 if you ate pussy with fake lips
I figure eight when my mind goes in circles
Did I Do That or was it Mystikal and Urkel?

On to seven AK-47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep

It goes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score

I got six hoes distributing on six blocks
It's blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributing
Six gun shots left, one pint of Vodka before this pimp will hit
It's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket

Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus
Then smack you so hard that you have to come with 2Pacalypse
Five stars, twenty rims, five cars
I'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars

I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floor
For you niggas talkin' shit, I'm finish, so you what for
I did four months in the bing instead of a Hearst
Now it's DTP for life, dog for better or worse

I fuck three best friends, ran on all three the same game
In these streets I'm a murderer, I got three alias names
I'm three times insane, three shots will cave your brain
On three fire and ready, cock back and aim

It goes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score

I'm packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunition
But at Friday the 13th, what's up now superstition?
I'm a two timer with a couple of twins, double jeopardy
With a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz

I got one motto get dough till your gone
I got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoes
I'm Numero Uno with one more before I go
If you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow

And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to me
Because I chop up O's, move dro', and chop keys
0-6 is my clique along with PC
Pretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Shondrez

It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze and that nigga I-Twain
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze and that nigga I-Twain

It goes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score

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1st Quarter The Commentary - Lyrics - I Got Next - Krs One

Title: 1st Quarter The Commentary
Album: I Got Next
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Anybody in here right now with tape decks turn 'em on
And put 'em on record, I'll give you a second
I want to add authenticity to your tape, so when it's sold out in the street
You all can know this was a real party

These are poems circulating throughout the nation
Everybody's bad and everybody's tough
But how many people are intelligent enough
To open up their eyes and see through the lies

Discipline themselves, yourself to stay alive? Not many
That's why the universe sent me today on this stage
With this to to say, the rich will get richer and the poor will get poorer
And in the final hour many heads will lose power

What does the rich versus the poor really mean?
Psychologically it means you got to pick your team
When someone says the rich gets richer
Visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture

The rich get richer, 'cause they work towards rich
The poor get poorer, 'cause their minds can't switch from the ghetto
Let go, it's not a novelty
You could love your neighborhood without loving poverty

Follow me, every mother, father, son, daughter
There's no reason to fear the New World Order
We must order the whole new world to pay us
The new world order and the old state chaos

The big brother watching over you, is a lie you see
Hip-Hop could build it's own secret society
But first you and I got to unify
Stop the negativity and control our creativity

The rich is getting richer, so why we ain't richer?
Could it be we still thinking like niggas?
Educate yourselves, make your world view bigger
Visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture

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2000 Miles - Lyrics - Mest - Mest

Title: 2000 Miles
Album: Mest
Artist: Mest
Composer(s): Tony Lovato

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Lyric:
Did I miss your call again?
No, you never called
It was a thought inside my head

Did I take the fall again?
I shoulda payed attention
To all the words you said

'Cause I lost today
I'm not okay
Heartbreak, a fake smile
And 2000 miles

I check my caller id
Now there's every number
But the one
I want to see

I've been falling apart
Since you been gone
I don't know
Where I need to start

'Cause I lost today
I'm not okay
Heartbreak, a fake smile
And 2000 miles

Away she is
I can't live like this
Heartbreak, a fake smile
And 2000 miles
Heartbreak, a fake smile
And 2000 miles

If I told you that I love you
Would it matter at all?
If I told you that I need you
Would you catch me if I fall? Fall

'Cause I lost today
I'm not okay
Heartbreak, a fake smile
And 2000 miles

Away she is
I can't live like this
Heartbreak, a fake smile
And 2000 miles
Heartbreak, a fake smile
And 2000 miles

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20th Century Man - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: 20th Century Man
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
This is the age of machinery
A mechanical nightmare
The wonderful world of technology
Napalm hydrogen bombs biological warfare

This is the twentieth century
But too much aggravation
It's the age of insanity
What has become of the green pleasant fields of Jerusalem

Ain't got no ambition
I'm just disillusioned
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't want
I don't wanna be here

Mama besides she can't understand me
She can't see my motivation
Just give me some security
I'm a paranoid schizoid product of the twentieth century

You keep all your smart modern writers
Give me William Shakespeare
You keep all your smart modern painters
I'll take Rembrandt, titian, da Vinci and Gainsborough

Girl, we gotta get out of here
We gotta find a solution
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't want
I don't wanna die here

Girl, we gotta get out of here
We gotta find a solution
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't want
I don't wanna be here

I was born in a welfare state, ruled by bureaucracy
Controlled by civil servants and people dressed in gray
Got no privacy, got no liberty
'Cos the twentieth century people
Took it all away from me

Don't wanna get myself shot down
By some trigger happy policeman
Gotta keep a hold on my sanity
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't wanna die here

My mama says, she can't understand me
She can't see my motivation
Ain't got no security
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't wanna die here

This is the twentieth century
But too much aggravation
This is the edge of insanity
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't wanna be here

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21 Concepts - Lyrics - The Graduate - Mc Lars

Title: 21 Concepts
Album: The Graduate
Artist: Mc Lars
Composer(s): Andrew R Nielsen

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Lyric:
I wrote a song about a fetus named Cletus who tried
To run for governor before he died
He lived in California but traveled worldwide
It was a big huge hit, just kidding I lied

There's the song about the 90's, I sampled Ace of Base
But kept it off the album in the interest of taste
'Cheyenne Rock City', a song about touring
But rhymes about Wyoming are really very boring

As for the Churchill song, give me a break
How many songs about England could my listeners take?
There was a track about women and the drama they bring
'Hot Girls Make Guys Do Really Stupid Things'

Remember 'Geeked Out'? You don't but I do
'The geek shall inherit the Earth', it's true
I rapped about nerds being cooler than jocks
But if I wanted biased news, I would have just watched Fox

I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you, son
I've got a list of songs here, I once thought were the bomb
But when I laid them down in ProTools they all came out wrong

'Las Vegas Invasion' was a sci-fi track
About aliens addicted to playing blackjack
I wrote a song about a kid who made his own flick
But got a bad review in Ranger Rick

I didn't want to get lynched or punched in mouth
So I didn't do that song making fun of the South
I did a song about how girls at Stanford are whack
Called 'College Is Where Girls Go to Get Fat'

There was the KRS slash Nirvana debut
But the mash-up thing was so 2002
I did an anti-Bush track and then I did five more
But 'Rock Against Bush' was so 2004

I wrote a song about China, how could I go wrong?
I rapped in Cantonese about Mao Zedong
It went um goy, neh ho ma? Nehih sik ying mun ma?

I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you, son
I've got CD-R of tracks, I once thought would be tight
But when I played it for my girl I slept alone that night

Write a song about a can that gets crushed a lot
Write a dental hygiene jam that says, brush a lot
Write a Bill O'Reilly track that says hush a lot
No, I'm not a player I like Rush a lot

I've got 21 concepts but a single ain't one
If you're still referencing Jay-Z I feel bad for you, son
So what's the secret to hip hop, jazz, blues and rock?
Step one, get out a pad and kill your writer's block, start

I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you, son
I've got a list of songs here I once thought were the bomb
But when I laid them down in ProTools they all came out wrong

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23 - Lyrics - Futures - Jimmy Eat World

Title: 23
Album: Futures
Artist: Jimmy Eat World
Composer(s): James Christopher Adkins, Richard E Burch, Zachary Michael Lind, Thomas Darrell Linton

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Lyric:
I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know
These lonely dreams
No one else will know
That part of me

I'm still drivin' away
And I'm sorry everyday
I won't always love
These selfish things
I won't always live
Not stoppin'

It was my turn to decide
I knew this was our time
No one else will have me
Like you do
No one else will have me
Only you

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hopin' for?
I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready
Holdin' on tight
Don't give away the end
One thing that stays mine

Amazing still it seems
I'll be twenty three
I won't always love
What I'll never have
I won't always live
In my regrets

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hopin' for?
I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready
Holdin' on tight
Don't give away the end
One thing that stays mine

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hopin' for?
I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready
Holdin' on tight
Don't give away the end
One thing that stays mine

You'll sit alone forever
And wait for the right time
What are you hopin' for?
I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready
Holdin' on tight
Don't give away the end
One thing that stays mine

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24 Hours To Live - Lyrics - Mase

Title: 24 Hours To Live
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): David Styles, Casey James, Rob Ross, Nashiem Myrick, Earl Simmons, Mason Mase Betha, Sean Puffy Combs, Deric Angelettie, Jason Phillips, Leroy Bell, Carlos Broady, Sean Jacobs

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Lyric:
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had 24 hrs. to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too

I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto

Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request

Yo, yo, if I had 24 hrs. to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson

Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball

Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different floors
And I'm gon' play Lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what?

You know when I was close to the ledge
I'd probably be in the wedge
With this bare Spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds

Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend, so, I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor

Jump in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six
Went home, took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my last hrs. wit my son and my daughter

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

What? Hey, yo, if I had 24, nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an' he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself

So Papi, fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a book bag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe and have her take me to my place

We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit, his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me

If I had 24 hrs. to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan
Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant

Back to the twenty four, I make it out the precinct
Shootin' niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every so called Don
Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone

I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent, get stocks and bonds

Twenty four left until my death
So, I'm gon' waste alot of lives but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin' but I'ma send you there first
And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'ma send you there worse

I've been livin' with a curse and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say hello to my little friend
But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her

C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn like three buildings on Wall Street into a fog
Out with a bang, you will remember my name
I wanted to live forever but this wasn't fame

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go?

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25 Minutes - Lyrics - Michael Learns To Rock

Title: 25 Minutes
Artist: Michael Learns To Rock
Composer(s): Jascha Richter

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Lyric:
After some time I've finally made up my mind
She is the girl and I really want to make her mine
I'm searching everywhere to find her again
To tell her I love her and I'm sorry 'bout the things I've done

I find her standing in front of the church
The only place in town where I didn't search
She looks so happy in her wedding dress
But she's crying while she's saying this

Boy, I've missed your kisses all the time
But this is twenty-five minutes too late
Though you traveled so far
Boy, I'm sorry you are twenty-five minutes too late

Against the wind I'm going home again
Wishing me back to the time
When we were more than friends

But still I see her in front of the church
The only place in town where I didn't search
She looked so happy in her wedding dress
But she cried while she was saying this

Boy, I've missed your kisses all the time
But this is twenty-five minutes too late
Though you traveled so far
Boy, I'm sorry you are twenty-five minutes too late

Out in the streets
Places where hungry hearts have nothing to eat
Inside my head
Still I can hear the words she said

Boy, I've missed your kisses all the time
But this is twenty-five minutes too late
Though you traveled so far
Boy, I'm sorry your are twenty-five minutes too late

I can still hear her say

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2nd Quarter Free Throws - Lyrics - I Got Next - Krs One

Title: 2nd Quarter Free Throws
Album: I Got Next
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Anybody in here right now with tape decks turn 'em on
And put 'em on record, I'll give you a second
I want to add authenticity to your tape
So when it's sold out in the street
You all can know this was a real party

These are poems circulating throughout the nation
Everybody's bad and everybody's tough
But how many people are intelligent enough
To open up their eyes and see through the lies

Discipline themselves, yourself to stay alive?
Not many
That's why the universe sent me today on this stage
With this to to say

The rich will get richer and the poor will get poorer
And in the final hour many heads will lose power
What does the rich versus the poor really mean?
Psychologically it means you got to pick your team

When someone says the rich gets richer
Visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture
The rich get richer, 'cause they work towards rich
The poor get poorer, 'cause their minds can't switch from the ghetto

Let go, it's not a novelty
You could love your neighborhood without loving poverty
Follow me, every mother, father, son, daughter
There's no reason to fear the new world order

We must order the whole new world to pay us
The new world order and the old state chaos
The big brother watching over you, is a lie you see
Hip hop could build it's own secret society

But first you and I got to unify
Stop the niggativity and control our creativity
The rich is getting richer, so why we ain't richer?

Could it be we still thinking like niggas?
Educate yourselves, make your world view bigger
Visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture

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30 Days - Lyrics - Bring Your Own Stereo - Jimmies Chicken Shack

Title: 30 Days
Album: Bring Your Own Stereo
Artist: Jimmies Chicken Shack
Composer(s): James R Davies

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Lyric:
If I don't kid myself
If I don't care about a thing
Would I be light enough to fly?

And if I just rid myself
The weight of memories and doubts
Would I be light enough to fly?

And if the world was flat
Would you jump off?
I think I'd float down like a feather

She lights the stars in the sky
You know, angels can see them clear
Through foul weather

And when the race ends
Will we all fall down
Safe and sound?

For 30 days

As she wakes up
And I'm caught starin' again, she asks me
"What did you dream?"

I haven't stopped
And isn't this part of it, as we lay rivers
Where once were streams?

And when the race ends
Will we all fall down
Safe and sound?

If we lost our way
Would we trade it now for the way we found
The ground and how?

30 days
30 days, without the sun for 30 days
30 days, just a little scared of what we might become

And we're home when we're together
Home when we're together
We are home when we're together, home when we're together

For 30 days, 30 days

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3 Days Ago - Lyrics - Hurt No More - Mario Winans

Title: 3 Days Ago
Album: Hurt No More
Artist: Mario Winans
Composer(s): Tony Aliperti, Michael Carlos Jones, Mario Mendell Winans

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Lyric:
Time is taken a toll on my life
These days keep on passing me by
I want to see you, but there's no time
So I sit here and stare at the sky
And I'm hopin' that you realize
I want to feel you, but there's no time

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

Time, just won't see me eye to eye
I'm still waiting for you to reply
I need to hear you, but there's no time
So I'll skip this line
I can't deny I miss you
Can we spend more time?

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

I've waited so long to wait for you
And spend all my food, will I ever get through?
What can I do to get this through?
My love is for you, your love is for me

I just can't waste any more time
So tell me what's with you and I
I waited for you so give me time

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

Baby, baby, baby
Oh will I ever get through to you baby?

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400 Degreez - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: 400 Degreez
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
400 degreez

You see me, I eat, sleep, shit and talk rap
You see that 98 Mercedes on TV, I bought that
I had some felony charges, I fought that
Been sent to no return but still was ball back

Nigga, threw some slangs at me, Whodi, I caught that
I punished them lil' bitches before they get car jack
Now I'm lookin' for they family and padnuh's to war back
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that?

Niggas disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
'Companied by some niggas 'bout killin' and all that
Me, Cory, and Mer-C, gettin' ducked off
Ride top down, so, we let the trucks pause

In the Jeep, ridin' four deep, I booted up
(You don't want to fuck with me)
At these niggas claimin' they know me, uh?

Bitch, what? I'll bust ya' ass up
Don't even go there, Whodi, 'cause I'm ready to mask up
I heard about the money, that's some nice change
For the right price, I'll bust the right brain

If must a nigga try, I can't do the right thing
Only God knows what the future might bring
Nigga, might be shot, nigga, might be tri-flamed
Nigga, might survive, if he 'bout that right flame

With somethin' that'll stop a nigga from playin'
Somethin' like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy, look, nigga, don't play no games no mo'
Nigga'll bust ya' head if you bang his ho'

Attitude adjustments, do y'all need?
Don't call in the enforcements, nigga, call me
I bet'cha, I'll get them niggas off yo block
I bet'cha, I'll show them niggas, this boy hot

You don't want to fuck with me
Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot
Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot

Alright stop it, 'cause I done had enough
When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust
Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, brah

Ain't no bitches here, I'm from the 'Nolia, brah
Bust yo' beef's head, is what was told to us
How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down
How I'ma look in front of my people, like a clown

The G-Code is what we live by and we die by
The book is what we will never abide by
Niggas drive by, gettin' loose
Beefin' with each other like a checker board in use

Up in Compton or the Watts, nigga
Up in New York, ya keep 'em open watch, nigga
Fo' y'all played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females stallions

Give me the keys to yo' car and ya medallion
You far away from ya home, you's a alien

See
You don't want to fuck with me
You don't want to fuck with me
(Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy)
(Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy)
You don't want to fuck with me, with me

400 Degreez
400 Degreez
400 Degreez

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52 - 47 Pop Stars - Lyrics - It's Pronounced Five Two - Kj

Title: 52 - 47 Pop Stars
Album: It's Pronounced Five Two
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Jonah Sorrentino, Todd V Collins

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Lyric:
Hey yo, as if 47 MCs wasn't enough
I got 47 pop stars, rock stars comin' at you
Yo, count 'em, here we go

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

Sometimes I feel weird throw verbal Spears like Britney
That literally go from here to Houston, be just like Whitney
Battle me ya kiddin' me you a funny cat
I bet 50 Cents for Eminems ya won't get a Nickelback
The track I'm rippin' ain't really that hard
See Jesus gives destiny to every child of God

I'm battle scarred kind of raw but what did you, you think?
No matter race religion or the color or the Creed
If ya black brown pink or in or out of sync
Or hang with the Beastie Boys just on the backstreet
You can live in Linkin' Park no matter just to me
See the Prince of peace is guaranteed to give ya what you need

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

One day these peep they were goin' past me
Walkin' with a limp eatin' Bizkits they hair was all Shaggy
I said, "What's all y'all name?" That's the question that I'm askin'
I'm Michael, that Celine, that's Dion, that's Jackson
That's Rickey, that's Martin, that's Tony and that's Braxton
Dru is on the Hill just chillin' and relaxin'
Alicia lost her keys and she's really kind of sad and
I said, "U2 no doubt I know how that be happening"

But I need all the Dixie Chicks to gather in
And let me explain just the reason why I'm rappin' and
So I told Mariah, he carried my sin and died for me
My faith is in Christ who on hill called calvary
Gave his life for mine so Genuine I try to be
If the world tries to stop me, I Rage Against The Machine
So I turn ya radio up and head to the spot
Get loose like a Slipknot watch the Kid Rock

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

My uncle was eatin' Korn on a Cracker all alone
It was 98 Degrees out he was out Counting Crows
And it was just then when my papa saw a roach
He dropped his Red Hot Chili Peppers and then he ran home
And just went and called up John the Mayor on the phone
It's a 311, 3 doors down now don't be slow
But he was like wait a second hold up a minute bro
Before I Usher over their's somethin' you should know

Jesus is the firm rock not a Rolling Stone
With Him Heaven not Nirvana is where you'll go
I try to show and let ya know but ya Third Eye is Blind
So need to open them up real wide
Even if you have to Blink 182 times
It's just so obvious that it can't hide
TLC tender lovin' care he'll provide
From girls to boys to men need to let him inside

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

Just do it, just do it
Just do it do it do it
Just do it rock to it
Put ya hands up high and move it

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4 My Man - Lyrics - Cookbook - Missy Elliott

Title: 4 My Man
Album: Cookbook
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Izzy Avila, Craig Brockman, Jig Iriandaise, Alan Stivell, Bobby Ross Jr Avila

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Lyric:
Like your name is Missy Elliot
My name is Fantasia Barrino
And what I can give, is Fantasia Barrino
Holla at your girl
Two thousand five, whoo

Wake up in the mornin' with my man next to me
Up all night like we've been on that ecstasy
Mixed with Hennessey, he got the remedy
Yeah my nigga into me, I can't say it simply

We, take a quick shower for the hour conversation
Time to have relation, love makin' in the basement
Smack it up, flip it up, crush it
One minute, two minute, I was no question

Who would ever think that I'd be givin' up the goodies
Walkin' 'round naked in a pair of pink footies
Just like them hoes at the shows
Half-dressed clothes doin' whatever, who knows

Nah, I only get freaky with him
No menage-a-trois, not freaky with them
It's just me and my man
Yes, said me and my man

4 my man, I'll do whatever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it make me do thangs
4 my man, I'll last forever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it won't never change

I'm never insecure when we not together
Even though he tell me he in love with Ciara
I'm from a new era and I bring terror
To any chick who check my fella when we together, so

He treat me like a Cinderella, yup
Protect me from the storm like he my umbrella
This fella deserve primo stellar, he be a Roc-A-Fella
Not to Jay-Z and Dame but the charm on the chain be platinum

Jacob Roley lookin' sporty, [Incomprehensible]
Money stackin' keep track and I fax him
If I can't find his ass then his ass out of gas
He only gettin' one pass

My man, is my man and nobody else's
Damn right, I hope y'all felt this
Old ladies 'round the coast-es
You better get focuses 'fore you ever try to approacheth

4 my man, I'll do whatever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it make me do thangs
4 my man, I'll last forever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it won't never change

See when you in love you might have to say it
Don't say you won't, never say you won't
You might get real mad, wan' act all bad
Act up in the street, a few chicks you gotta beat

'Cause they disrespect
Clockin' your man from his feets to his neck, uhh
You gotta let her know that's a no-no, slap her real slow
With a right blow whichever way it go and keep it gangster

Show these bitches that you can't come
Yank 'em, point blank 'em, top rank 'em
I ride for my nigga and I'm happy with the trigger
Scared how you figure?

My man, say it time again
Say my man, my man again
I say my man, it's just me and my man
Said for me and my man

4 my man, I'll do whatever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it make me do thangs
4 my man, I'll last forever
'Cause what I feel, this love, it won't never change

That's my man
Yes it is
This love

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