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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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20,000 Seconds - Lyrics - Cocoon Crash - K'S Choice

Title: 20,000 Seconds
Album: Cocoon Crash
Artist: K'S Choice
Composer(s): Gert Bettens, Sarah Bettens

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Lyric:
Twenty thousand seconds since you've left and I'm still countin'
And twenty thousand reasons to get up
Get somethin' done, but I'm still waitin'
Is someone kind enough to pick me up and give me food
Assure me that the world is good
But you should be here, you should be here

How colors can change and even the texture of the rain!
And what's that ugly little stain on the bathroom floor
I'd rather not deal with that right now
I'd rather be floatin' in space somewhere or
Worry about the ozone layer

And it's almost like a corny movie scene
But I'm out of frame and the lighting's bad
And the music has no theme
And we're all so strong when nothing's wrong
And the world is at our feet
But how small we are when our love is far away
And all you need is you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Unverified]

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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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A Chance - Lyrics - I Will Stand - Kenny Chesney

Title: A Chance
Album: I Will Stand
Artist: Kenny Chesney
Composer(s): Dean Dillon, Royce Porter

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Lyric:
Girl, don't you know it's all I can do
To keep my hands off of you
Anytime you're around

An' when the stars come out at night
I dream of holdin' you tight
Every time I lay down

It feels so good to me to have you this bad
The only other thing I wish I had was

A chance, a chance
To tell you how I feel about you
How it feels to live without a chance

A chance
To tell you I'll love you forever
Knowin' that I'll never have a chance

Sometimes reality hurts
And you wonder if life's worth
Livin' at all

Knowin' no matter how much you care
You'll never have a prayer
Of havin' what you want

At least I've been close enough I could taste
Beauty at it's best but never a trace of

A chance, a chance
To tell you, how I feel about you
How it feels to live without a chance

A chance
To tell you, I'll love you forever
Knowin' that I'll never have a chance

A chance, a chance
To tell you, I'll love you forever
Knowin' that I'll never have the chance

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Across The Border - Lyrics - Mase

Title: Across The Border
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Stason Betha, Andre Hudson, Julio Colon, Mason Betha, Chauncey Hawkins, Michael Foster

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Lyric:
Uh, uh
It was the middle of June, me and my grandmama
Had some free time, flew to Panama
I was playin' the bar, sippin' a Margarita
When this chick from Argentina, her name Armenita

She told me, "You could make some fast cash
You help me change my name from Vasquez to your name"
"Take me to your domain"
"Trick, you must be out yo' brain"

She said, "It's no game, my pops got tons of cocaine
And you could have some if you get me on your plane"
I said, "Here the dealie, you sound silly
Think hard, there gotta be another way to get you a green card"

Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

"Rosalie, you don't know who I suppose to be
But whatever you wanna be you can come go wit' me"
Her last thoughts thinking I'mma get her a passport
"Whatever you need ma, just ask for"

Now she lunch meat, she look at J like she home free
"J, can you really get me in your country?"
"No lie, I can do whatever I mo' tie, so fly"
Mami started offering me chochas

Certainly the way she flirt wit' me
If I get her in the US she work for free
Though she nice to me, I'm runnin' twice the G
For the right price she could be a wife to me

Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

Hey girl, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
But if you cross me, you lost me forever, baby

I got a girl out in Asia, name Malaysia
Who was a real bad chick that owns a bodega
She wanted me to save her and make her life greater
'Cuz her dad hates her and rapes her
She tried to get some paper

"When you wanna leave, I'mma take ya
In fact, pack ya things, I got a crib in Jamaica
Mami, mi casa a su casa
We could do the salsa so, que pasa?"

She said she had money but it was all in trust funds
But I could get a lump sum if I can get her through customs
"So bring the cake, we gon' swing outta state
I'mma make you dream when you awake"
Yo loon, sing the break, what?

Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

In the middle of Nicaragua, met a mami named Talia
Weren't plain, then I caught a boat wit' this dumb dame
An immigrant, marry her, make her legitimate
Illiterate mess wit' Hud, she don't consider it

She said, "Pa, llevame contigo
Lean dough and I'mma pay yo' peoples"
This retard chick started looking at me hard
She gassed up thinkin' I'mma get her a green card

And she don't know that she ain't coming wit' me
And I don't stuck up for some hundreds of G's
And while I see her standing there lookin' around
Huddy took the money, slid outta town, what? Uh?

Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

Hey girl, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
But if you cross me, you lost me forever, baby

I mean this
Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

Hey girl, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
But if you cross me, you lost me forever, baby

I mean this
Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

Hey girl, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
But if you cross me, you lost me forever, baby

I mean this
Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me?
I promise you, we gon' see the world
It'd be like paradise, baby

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Actin' Up - Lyrics - MH - Marques Houston

Title: Actin' Up
Album: MH
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Dreux Frederic, Jerome Jones, Thabiso Nkhereanye, Patrick Smith, Christopher Stewart

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Lyric:
Yeah
Just let it ride
Check it

She's complicated, it's so frustrating
Sometimes I think that this girl is crazy
Can't explain it, [Incomprehensible]
Screams my name, I can't let her go

First we kiss and then we fight
[Incomprehensible] off the chain every night
Shorty knows what I like
And I can't get it off my mind

Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad
She treats me so damn bad
She's still the best I ever had
That's why she's got me

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

Infatuated, intoxicated
Got me buggin', gotta love her
I be stressed, I'm such a mess
I'm next to you, makes no sense at all

In the morning, in the evening
Sweating you 'cause I believe
What you give from head to toe
Me and you, girl, let's get it on

Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad
She treats me so damn bad
She's still the best I ever had
That's why she got me

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

FIZZ
Ay yo, ay yo, the great's is back
What?
Oh no, oh no, it's Fizz in the back
What?
The clock is tickin'
Y'all shouldn't have started slippin'
Puttin' us together, man, what was y'all thinkin'?

Now she got me finin'
Man, she got me thinkin'
The way that thing is shakin'
It's got me double blinkin'
Oh no man, she's so incredible
The way she bring it up and bring it back to the floor, oh

How she acting has got me reacting
If she is somebody's girl
I'm guess Fizz is jacking
Leaving us alone ain't no telling what could happen
All you fellas reppin', Lil' Fizz is packin'
What?

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

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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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Ain'T No Stoppin' This - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: Ain'T No Stoppin' This
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Tony Hester, M Smith, Robert Ervin, B Ervin, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?

Newcomers, step on back and if you hid last summer
Catch a heart attack 'cause I'm back
I'm bad, you write rhymes made are blad
I'm mad 'cause they said I wasn't bad

No recognition 'cause they said I'm from the ghetto
Carryin' nine millimeters and stilettos
I guess I need a TV show to get mine
But I don't feel like kissin' no director's behind

That's too soft for L
I'ma write a rhyme fighter inside of the rebel 'Yell'
Hour jack loops and dancer troops
Watch out for the gangsta machine gun lose

Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, no way, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this

Last year pop rappers got awards
And don't know a damn thing about a block party mic cord
They see LL, they know the brothers real
But the flies can tell you exactly how they feel

When I come in the door it's like I'm made of dynamite
I gotta blow up more and more
Shakin' the rafters from here on after
Puttin' an end to all the laughter

There ain't no way they can win
With the band all in plus the turntable spin
Strip searchin' competition, you can call 'em competition
But there ain't no competition 'cause I'm on a mission

I'ma rip this game, I want the soul train families
And anybody with a name, superstars step aside this year
And all you other little crumbs that wanna try to come near
I'm sick and tired of political setbacks
Too much red tape the box so forget that

Ain't no stoppin' this, ain't no stoppin' this, ain't no stoppin' this
I'm comin', ain't no stoppin' this, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nuh uh, no, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no,
Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, don't stop

Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?

I started in the basement of my grandmother's house
My rap got gashed, your whole body's' gettin' doubts
Burnt to a crisp, lead from the mist
Third degree and God's my only witness

When I shocked the world, hold the prince hostage
For the diamonds and pearls Maker Mike will return
The time tellin' Madonna black love ain't a crime
I'm like a shogun, I ain't scared of no one
Born and raised in New York, that's where I come from

Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this

Yeah, I rip downtown, uptown
I love the way the bass sound, when I'm underground
Boulevard to boulevard, avenue to avenue, I'll be havin' you

Playin' a scene to a song so mean that'll get
Your whole car rockin' like a war machine
Neighbors downstairs call current affairs
'Cause the party got ripped and yours truly was there

Ain't no stoppin' this, 1984, ain't no stoppin' this
1985, ain't no stoppin' this, 1986, ain't no stoppin' this
1987, ain't no stoppin' this, 1988, ain't no stoppin' this
1989, ain't no stoppin' this, 1990, ain't no stoppin' this
91, ain't no stoppin' this, 92, what to do?
1993 and all that infinity, power of God rules

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All Funked Up - Lyrics - Vicious Cycle - Lynyrd Skynyrd

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

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

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

Situation normal
All funked up
We're all funked up

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody's shouting how bad it really sucks

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

All funked up

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All In The Family - Lyrics - Follow The Leader - Korn

Title: All In The Family
Album: Follow The Leader
Artist: Korn
Composer(s): Fred Durst, Brian Welch, Jonathan Davis, David Silveria, Reginald Arvizu, James Shaffer

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Lyric:
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
I say what, say what?

My dick is bigger than yours
Ooh, say what, say what?
I say what, say what?
I say what, say what?
My band is bigger than yours

Too bad I got your beans in my bag
You stuck-up sucka, Korny motherfucka
Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp
Need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis

I'm gonna drop a little east side skill
Ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill
So, whatcha thinkin?, Mr. Raggedy man?
Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann

Check you out, punk, yes I know you feel it
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video
You little fagot ho', please give me some shit to wank with
'Cuz right now I'm all it, kid, suck my dick kid like your daddy did

Who the fuck you think you're talking to?
I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you
All up in my face with that, are you ready?
But halitosis is all you're rockin' steady

You little fairy, smelling on your flowers
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers
I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes Clyde
But you said it best, there's no place to hide

What the fuck ya sayin'? You're a pimp whatever, Limp dick
Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's sayin?
Wannabe funk doobiest when you're playin'
Rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin', plus your bills I'm payin'

You can't eat that shit every day, Fred
Lay off the bacon
Say what, say what?
You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon

So, you hate me and I hate you
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family

I hate you and you hate me
You know what?
It?s all in the family

Look at you, fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice
Throwin' rhymes at me like, oh shit alright, Vanilla Ice
Ya better run, run while ya can, can never fuck me up
Bisc Limpkit, at least I got a P.H.A.T. original band

Who's hot, who's not?
You best step back, Korn on the cob
You need a new job, time to take them mic skills
Back to the dentist and buy yourself a new grill

You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye
Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters
But you just can't get away
Because it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday

So, I hate you and you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family

I hate you and you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It?s all in the family

You call yourself a singer?
You're more like Jerry Springer
Your favorite band is winger
And all you eat is Zingers

You're like a Fruity Pebble
Your favorite flag is rebel
It's just too bad that you're a fag
And on a lower level

So you're from Jacksonville kickin' it like Buffalo Bill
Gettin' butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck
While your sister's on her knees
Waitin' for your little peanut

Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?
Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako
Where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother
It's just too bad your father's mad, your mother's now your lover

Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie?
You love it down south and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth

I hate you and you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It's all in my family

And I hate you and you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It?s all in my family

And I love you and I want you
And I'll suck you and I'll fuck you
And I'll butt-fuck you, can I eat you?
And I'll lick your little dick, motherfucka'

Say what, say what?

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All Over My Head - Lyrics - Blue Sky On Mars - Matthew Sweet

Title: All Over My Head
Album: Blue Sky On Mars
Artist: Matthew Sweet
Composer(s): Matthew Sweet

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Lyric:
Bad blood set you up for a fall
You think you're so smart that you're fooling us all
But it seems, you must have done something wrong

You say you'll get back if you have to crawl
Well, it's a fat chance you could make it at all
And it seems, you must have done something wrong

And I remember of what you said
It was all over my head
But now it's coming back to me

You don't have the system beat, no
You're traveling down a one way street like the rest of us
You must have done something wrong

And I remember what you said
It was all over my head
But now it's coming back to me

And I remember what you said
It was all over my head
But now it's coming back to me
It was all over my head
But now it's coming back to me

You must of done something wrong
It was all over my head
You must of done something wrong
It was all over my head

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All We Got Left Is The Beat - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: All We Got Left Is The Beat
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Frank Waddy, Walter Morrison, Garry Shider, William Collins, Bobby F Ervin, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Ey, ey, check it out homie
Man, you need to get up out of this spot man
And get a job man before you get smoked man
I know you don't wanna hear it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got company man
Where's my guns?

When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots, rare shots
Swear crack niggas 'cause they're moms missed flips
So black man really care about politics
In the ninety's, our governments so slick

I watch CNN sometimes and I realize
They're playin' tricks on my mind
They want a man to work with his hands
Too young to die, and they don't give a damn

Rare-momma got down on her knees
But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese
I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove
You might cry to my political groove

Rest in peace, sauce brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beat's like a reef
In the middle of the night on the city streets
The only thing we got left is the beat

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

Who brings guns into the USA?
And then makes sure that they come around the way
Gain the points until the whole race traps
And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops

The projects are hell, wait a, minute
There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator
Say the clubs, I can't get a job
Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed

I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs
You ever seen a man-shelter? Check out the bombs
Brother of pain, their whole lives are over
They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober

And all the ladies got bags of clothes
They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows
The streets are like a nightmare
While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon
When you need a toga-black, hire black linen
Your ripper's man applause when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob

The black women don't understand
'Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man
In the mornin' a brother feels like a jerk
Seein' black women and white men go to work

So all women fear, the brothers ain't real
'Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal
Hold my hand while I get it all together
They don't deserve me at times of bad weather

'Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls
And there's another way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do what I do
I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin' I'm standin' on the corner
And you can get robbed if you wanna

Paybacks a mother on the street
You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats
Brothers ride by real slow
You get leary when they got tinted windows

Sittin' on the steps with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't raised up front
My aunt Ellie always talked about God
Tell me you never cried 'cause it's so hard
Government got a hell of a plan
But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

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