Adrenaline - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: Adrenaline
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita

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Lyric:
Bring it to these niggas son
Yeah, it's that war shit
It's that war shit
[Incomprehensible]
And you know what Dun

It makes you sick to hear the Mobb bang like this
Infamous for the world to hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock with this
My dun's heads bop to this, we stand out like a tourist
And make more noise than them other rap niggas
No gimmicks, just pure adrenaline

Raw lyrics, incredible beats, don't mean to rub it in
But you're small time, beneath our feet
Straight ass cheeks, niggas be askin' for ass whippings
Guns kick like Pelle, my big shit be jumping like Jordan
Often lay a man down on the floor, when it gets like that
I'm not blowing off rounds, so you can hear sounds

So you can run back, actin' like you a vet
And swearin' you dead, you survived some real shit
Now what's this? It's not going down like this
Ground that nigga like punishment
Dumpin' out full clips when we dumb out
Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out

Dun you bugged out, I'm trying to walk a peaceful route
But niggas always got mouth 'til that piece come out
And niggas always gonna think something sweet
Until they least expect you bringing action exactly

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Feel the gat blow while your shit rips
My shit'll hit while you lettin' niggas go
So you can lower the wrist
That'll only put odds against any attempt
Any provoke uprise, you ain't got it in you
First of all, you too soft for fastball

Point game track, y'all merk like a jaguar nascar
And be out Buck 80 on the slow mar
Hennesy spillin' all over my radar
Stay charged, niggas getting amped off the Mobb shit
Have you wildin' out on some club shit
Fit to make you dance at the same time, stop and glance
Slap flames out the nigga with the wrong idea

Young niggas, young minds, but that quite contraire
Young niggas, smart niggas, who started from the stairs
How dare, you try to come around the way?
In fear like a nigga that been there for years
Shout words that we live, but don't play with it
'Cause when the shit go down, you be like they did it

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Taste test this, military shit, bitches love this
They mans wanna dub this, thugness
It ain't easy to find, shit like mine
I'm a rare species, you're a dime a gross
That's a dozen heist the least, keep silence the most
Regulate with the rest of my establishment
Blast out the pockets of coke, make the cops boat
I break down your whole background yo

Irons, a permanent flesh, your clothes soakin'
You feel the shot pain every heartbeat throbbin'
Don't get excited, you'll only make it worse fighting
Spent most of my nights graveyard shifting
Make burial grounds, be that man, grim reaper
With all pleasure, pick his feet up, pick the heat up
Let's do it like the crematory
Make it hot, make the temperature rise like mercury

When I feel like getting' bent
Yo don't fuck with it Dun
I'm a drink away the pain until the brain get numb
Can't take all my dogs getting lost in the fog
Never to return, I guess they heard God's call
And nature don't surprise me now
Prepare for the worst, and never believe the silver line clouds
Scrutinize crowds, my surroundings
Get suspect, we start four-poundin' shit

Picture me up in the mix
With the next man broke and is on my dick
A good man of plenty, but an enemy, it was clear
I just be another problem, that he feenin' to fix
But I can't have that, pull out, I try to grab that
Caught one nigga's like Mahadat

Guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Tonight we gon' get this party early
So let's get it right

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Afghan - Lyrics - Home From Home - Millencolin

Title: Afghan
Album: Home From Home
Artist: Millencolin
Composer(s): Mathias Lars Ake Farm, Frederik Larson, Erik Ohlsson, Nikola Sarcevic

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Lyric:
Just like the children's sand pit
Just like the wild, wild west
At random choose a target
It's not enough to be second best

So now you wanna fight him
The weaker one is always wrong
Yeah, now you wanna fight him
A real man's gotta show the world he's strong
So show the world you're strong

Stuck up, abuse of power
That's part of a leaders role
We only take what's ours
A slick line to stay in control

Hate breeds more hate
It's easy to understand to retaliate
To be a true macho man
Goes hand in hand

So now you wanna fight him
The weaker one is always wrong
Yeah, now you wanna fight him
A real man's gotta show the world he's strong
So show the world you're strong

The weaker one is wrong
And I know it won't take long
Until they're dead and gone

So now you wanna fight him
The weaker one is always wrong
Yeah, now you wanna fight him
A real man's gotta show he's strong

So now you wanna fight
The weaker one is always wrong
Yeah, now you gotta fight him
A real man's gotta show the world he's strong

So show the world you're strong
You gotta show the world you're
Show the world you're strong
You gotta show the world you're strong

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Ain'T No Reason - Lyrics - Meet The Girl Next Door - Lil' Mo

Title: Ain'T No Reason
Album: Meet The Girl Next Door
Artist: Lil' Mo
Composer(s): Dwight Myers, Cynthia Loving, Larry Gates

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Lyric:
Before you say I'm buggin', I'm tripppin'
I'm whilin', I'm slippin'
I'm different from the girl you thought you met
Baby, don't say this is it, 'cause sometimes we don't agree
That don't mean we call it quits, 'cause it not that serious

Ain't to hard for us to talk it out
Ain't no problem we can work it out
Ain't no reason for us fallin' out
'Cause I really love you

Ain't to hard for us to talk it out
Ain't no problem we can work it out
Ain't no reason for us fallin' out
'Cause I really, really love you

Boy you say you givin'
You bouncin' you out if I bounce and
You sick of it, baby don't give in to it
'Cause I want you to understand, love we have and argument
That don't mean all that troublin' and give up that easy

Ain't to hard for us to talk it out
Ain't no problem we can work it out
Ain't no reason for us fallin' out
'Cause I really love you

Ain't to hard for us to talk it out
Ain't no problem we can work it out
Ain't no reason for us fallin' out
'Cause I really, really love you

Baby you know that we'll never share a love, sit down
But that don't mean that it's to hard to work

Ain't to hard for us to talk it out
Ain't no problem we can work it out
Ain't no reason for us fallin' out
I really love you

Ain't to hard for us to talk it out
Ain't no problem we can work it out
Ain't no reason for us fallin' out
'Cause I really, really love you

Ain't to hard for us to talk it out
Ain't no problem we can work it out
Ain't no reason for us fallin' out
'Cause I really love you

Ain't to hard for us to talk it out
Ain't no problem we can work it out
Ain't no reason for us fallin' out
'Cause I really, really love you

Baby ain't to hard
Ain't no problem we can start
Ain't no reason to fall apart
'Cause I really, really love you

Ain't to hard for us to talk it out
Ain't no problem we can work it out
Ain't no reason for us fallin' out
I really love you

Ain't to hard for us to talk it out

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Teeq - Best Friends - Lyrics - Mis

Title: Teeq - Best Friends
Artist: Mis
Composer(s): Alesha Dixon, Sabrina Washington, Su-Elise Nash, Mushtaq Uddin

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Lyric:
La la la
La la la
La la la
La la la

Remember the time when we used to play, yeah yeah
Knock down ginger and we braid hair
Drunk slush puppies every day and
Now you're not around

A trip to the sweet shop, oh, was a treat
When your mama gave us 50p
What happened to those good old days
You ain't here with me

So how you been? I know I haven't seen you
I heard you were working, not as much as you do
Just keep trying, maybe I'll come and see you
You know I'm gonna be here

I know it's taken time, you felt I left behind
My ordinary life but it's the path I had to find
To get some peace of mind, I had to leave you for a while
I felt empty deep inside without my best friend by my side

La la la
La la la
La la la
La la la

Remember the time when we took the train, yeah yeah
Got home late, my mum had gray hairs
Sleepovers on Saturdays, yeah
Girl, I miss those days

Remember when Bobby Brown was the craze
We used to sing along like everyday
What happened to the pact we made
To never separate

What you doin' at 8? Coming round to see you
Don't be late, there's so much that we should do
Just like old days, got everything to tell you
Good friends don't come easy

I know it's taken time, you felt I left behind
My ordinary life but it's the path I had to find
To get some peace of mind, I had to leave you for a while
I felt empty deep inside without my best friend by my side

I know it's taken time, you felt I left behind
My ordinary life but it's the path I had to find
To get some peace of mind, I had to leave you for a while
I felt empty deep inside without my best friend by my side

Wherever we've been along the road
You've always been a friend to me, I know
I'll stick with you till the end through thick and thin
You'll always be my best friend

I know it's taken time, you felt I left behind
My ordinary life but it's the path I had to find
To get some peace of mind, I had to leave you for a while
I felt empty deep inside without my best friend by my side

I know it's taken time, you felt I left behind
My ordinary life but it's the path I had to find
To get some peace of mind, I had to leave you for a while
I felt empty deep inside without my best friend by my side

I know it's taken time, you felt I left behind
My ordinary life but it's the path I had to find
To get some peace of mind, I had to leave you for a while
I felt empty deep inside without my best friend by my side

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Best Things In Life - Lyrics - The Last Rebel - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: Best Things In Life
Album: The Last Rebel
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Thomas Carl Keifer, Johnny Van Zant, Gary Rossington

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Lyric:
I've got a sayin' in my life that's got me by so far
Well, it may not be right but nobody's gonna tell me I'm wrong
The first mistake is leave it up to somebody else
If you want somethin' done, you got to do it yourself
I'll do it myself before somebody makes a fool out of me

'Cause nothin' comes easy for a man like me
Everybody thinks the best things in life are free
If they'd open their eyes it'd be so plain to see
That the best things in life don't come so easily

I met a man who thought just a little bit different from me
He said you got it so easy but I just had to disagree
It would've been alright but he pushed me too far
If you're lookin' for trouble step outside of this bar
If it comes down to fistin', mister that ain't nothin' new to me

'Cause nothin' comes easy for a man like me
Everybody thinks the best things in life are free
But I'll open your eyes 'cause it's so plain to see
That the best things in life don't come so easily, no no no

You'll find in this life if there's somethin' that you believe
You got to get your hands dirty when it's somethin' that you really need
If they ever give you somethin' too easily
Can't be too good 'cause nothin' good's for free
Tell you straight from the heart, a bed of roses it will never be

'Cause nothin' comes easy for a man like me
Everybody thinks the best things in life are free
But I'll open your eyes 'cause it's so plain to see, no no no
Nothin' comes easy, nothin' comes easy

If you'd open their eyes it'd be so plain to see
Nothin' comes easy, nothin' comes easy
If you'd open your eyes it'd be so plain to see
That the best things in life don't come so easily, oh no, ooh

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Big Gay Heart - Lyrics - Lemonheads

Title: Big Gay Heart
Artist: Lemonheads
Composer(s): Tom Morgan, Evan Dando

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Lyric:
Take a look into some big gray eyes
And ask yourself, you wanna make 'em cry?
Lookin' out of them it's just as well
But you're gonna live to see, I'm gonna ask you why

Either way you got a bone to pick
Can't you leave that to somebody else?
I don't need you to suck my dick
Or to help me feel good about myself

Big gay heart
Please, don't break my big gay heart
Big gay heart
Please, don't break my big gay heart

Why can't you look after yourself and not down on me?
Do you have to try to piss me off 'cause I'm easy to please?
Why can't you look after yourself and not down on me?
Yeah, while I understand now you're not with the big gay scene

If you can find a way to add it up
It might be hard but it might be enough
I'd be grateful, I'd be satisfied
And you might find in time, it wouldn't feel so bad

After all it doesn't take that much
And it would mean the song to me
For you to lose the part that's still afraid
And not prepared to see

My big gay heart
In the dark, my big gay heart
Big gay heart
Please, don't break my big gay heart

Why can't you look after yourself and not down on me?
Do you have to try to piss me off just 'cause I'm easy to please?
Why can't you look after yourself and not down on me?
Yeah, while I understand now you're not with the big gay scene

Big gay heart
Please, don't break my big gay heart
Big gay heart
Please, don't break my big gay heart

My big gay heart
In the dark, my big gay heart
Big gay heart
Please, don't break my big gay heart

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Big Girl - Lyrics - Nastradamus - Nas

Title: Big Girl
Album: Nastradamus
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Robert Douglas, Nasir Jones, Lamar Bryant, Roy Hamilton, Leshan Lewis

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Lyric:
(You're a big girl now)
Fully grown with your hormones now
Got your own home and you alone
Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
(No more daddy's little girl)

You a big girl now in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't wanna be around
(You're a big girl now)
She's sexy, she got it, she ride it

Every nigga wanna be inside it
(No more daddy's little girl)
I need her, I'll eat her
Do anything to please her
My ghetto queen of Sheba

I'm the type that'll get you by the fireplace
Get you hype when I lick it, put it in your face
Sipping red wine, is it bedtime
You can kick it with your nigga while we listen to Faith

I'm feeling richer today, I can hit it then stay
Lingerie make me take it to the kitchen and play
We got champagne, whipped cream, I'ma grab a bucket of ice
Bubble bath running and the candlelight feeling so right

It's your night, no stress, no fight
Mad at your ex 'cause his dough tight
Never go right when you're with him
Try you best to forget him 'cause it's easy to please me

CD skip when your head board hit the wall
Call for the Lord
Right when you cum, I'm biting your tongue
Make your legs cramp up, you can't stand up

You can hit a blunt if you want
I'ma pull my pants up
We can discuss a weekend of lust on top of the trust
Tell me what's the reason for us to love or to fuck

I'm the thug that you want
If it's gangster we can't front
If you want me I can stay around
If you need me, I'm here for you

How that sound?
Now it's up to you
Depending on how you wanna get down
'Cause you're a big girl now

(You're a big girl now)
Fully grown with your hormones now
Got your own home and you alone
Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
(No more daddy's little girl)

You a big girl now in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't wanna be around
(You're a big girl now)
She's sexy, she got it, she ride it

Every nigga wanna be inside it
(No more daddy's little girl)
I need her, I'll eat her
Do anything to please her
My ghetto queen of Sheba

Got your name and your number in my cell phone
Hear your voice and I wonder where you are, if you all alone
If you in a good mood, if you not
Or you thinking 'bout, you was at my spot

What we did when we got hot
Is you dreaming you had me?
Is you creaming your panties?
Like a king fed me grapes and you fanned me

On the couch to the floor, to the bed, to the sink
And we ate each other like candy
Under the covers, two intimate lovers
You fuck a nigga like you mad at me

Throw the ass to me, you should be glad to be
In the presence of a real thug as bad as me
While I'm in the streets with my murdering squad
You talking to your friends that I'm hurting it hard

How I'm making my rod, how I make you say, "Oh God"
Every hoe that you know wanna know Nas
Gotta dodge all the blow jobs, getting hard
'Cause you know how these girls are

Wearing tight shit, no panties, no bra
Running up to my car with menage a trois suggestions
Starting to get an erection
Guessing, only if you knew how your crew stressing

Complexion chocolatey, fondle me, thinking it's time to leave
I need time to breathe
Wanna follow me, Ironically
You pop up, throwing bottles at my Tahoe

Like it's my fault
But you don't wanna talk
Don't wanna hear nothing, all of a sudden
You and the shorty start scuffing

Now shorty dumping you out
Can't let her get the best of you
So I rescue you

Only thing left to do was to grab her
So you can jab her, get a cheap shot
You don't wanna feel chumped
Now here the cops come

So we gotta run to the ride
Then we drive off through the traffic
Don't panic but you know how we gotta manage
Looking at your face

And the damage in your facial
Every angle, can't let it faze you
No reason to be insecure or immature
Baby girl see the world is yours

(You're a big girl now)
Fully grown with your hormones now
Got your own home and you alone
Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
(No more daddy's little girl)

You a big girl now in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't wanna be around
(You're a big girl now)
She's sexy, she got it, she ride it

Every nigga wanna be inside it
(No more daddy's little girl)
I need her, I'll eat her
Do anything to please her
My ghetto queen of Sheba

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Bionic Eyes - Lyrics - Liz Phair - Liz Phair

Title: Bionic Eyes
Album: Liz Phair
Artist: Liz Phair
Composer(s): Liz Phair

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Lyric:
I love my bionic eyes
I love my crystal vision
If there's anybody out there
Baby, I'm not gonna miss 'em

I watch the years go by
These are the same old guys I never had any use for
Beyond the feeling of pleasure
Or the thrill of the fight

I scored again last night
I said thanks for the drinks, nice party
Then I turned out the light

I've got timing and attitude
That can get to the baddest dude
That's when I hypnotize them
With my bionic eyes

As I got older, I had to step out of the lines
And make up my own mind
As I got light as a feather, they got stiff as a board
I can't feel any more but I can fake it forever

It's easy in the beginning
When I can dazzle them all night
Make 'em do what you wan' 'em to
Get 'em running after you
It's just the same old guys
Wearing the same old ties

As I got older, I had to step out of the lines
And make up my own mind
As I got light as a feather, they got stiff as a board
I can't feel any more but I can fake it forever

I love my bionic eyes
I love my bionic eyes
I love my bionic eyes

If there's a parallel nation
And I'm a secret weapon
Show me a man you cannot break
And I will show you heaven

As I got older, I had to step out of the lines
And make up my own mind
As I got light as a feather, they got stiff as a board
I can't feel any more but I can fake it forever

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Birdie - Lyrics - Kingwood - Millencolin

Title: Birdie
Album: Kingwood
Artist: Millencolin
Composer(s): Erik Hans Ohlsson, Fredrik Larsson, Mathias Farm, Nikola Sarcevic

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Lyric:
Everything is up to you, oh that you aware
Yeah, you know just what you gotta do, the heart must be fare
You got your advance
Forget about your worries now, we all make mistakes
You gotta make it anyhow 'cause you got what it takes right
Now here's your big chance you gotta make a move now

'Cause you're free to be all that you want to
So I'll never let the days pass by
There's not a thing in this world that you can't do
All you gotta do is try and you want to
Yeah, we all want to

You know you gotta have a goal, before it's too late
So come on, you just have to be careful
Just make your own fate now
You gotta make an effort, you gotta make your move now

'Cause you're free to be all that you want to
So I'll never let the days pass by
There's not a thing in this world that you can't do
All you gotta do is try and you want to
Yeah, we all wanna learn to fly

Yeah, I know it's not an easy mission
To keep your goals up and so high
'Cause I know you've got ambition
So don't deny, now all you gotta do is try

'Cause you're free now
Yeah, you're free to be all that you want to
But let it be now
So I'll never let the days pass by

'Cause you're free to be all that you want to
So I'll never let the days pass by
There's not a thing in this world that you can't do
Now all you gotta do is try and you want to
Yeah, we all want to

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Biz - Lyrics - The Leprechaun - Lil' Flip

Title: Biz
Album: The Leprechaun
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Eric Weston, Todd Berry

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Lyric:
Ay, this is for everybody
That wanna get in the rap game
This is for everybody
That think you just get in the rap game and blow up over night
This is for everybody that think it's easy to be on TV in front of limo's
And buy rolex's, ha, it's better known as bleed and suck look

I started rappin' when I was about thirteen
I was into basketball, not this hip hop thing
I started doin' talent shows, I was bein' curious
But I didn't know one day I would be serious
I use to always freestyle until the end of the beat
And I use to take my demo's to the end of my street

To another local rapper I thought could help
But in this rap game people all about thyself
So that made me work harder, I picked up my pin
All though I kinda felt bad I picked up my chin
I made my own rap group Hustlaz Stackin Endz
And I can't wait for me and Hump to drive a platinum Benz

It's the biz
(Where anything can happen)
It's the biz
(Everybody and they mama be rappin')
It's the biz
(Everybody gotta shine rule one
Read before you sign that dotted line)

So I started freestylin' every chance I got
The word on the street was Lil' Flip is hot
I'm the hardest B.G rhymin' in my state
That's when C-Note let me do, "Diamonds-N-Yo-Face"
Song was gettin' played like fifty times a day
Then we hit the road doin' shows, tryna get paid
I started doin' karioes, tryna get out there
It didn't take long for me to put another hit out there

Now I'm in the studio, tryna make dollar bills
Some people owe me fa sho since they live down the street
Rollers actin' like they broke
(Man, show us some love)
I'm tired of hearin' that shit all the time
Me and Hump puttin' it down, nigga, I ain't lyin'
I got record labels mad 'cuz I ain't sign
Some niggas stealin' my rhymes but I'm still gon' shine
If you can't see this biz dirty then you must be blind

It's the biz
(I'm tryna survive)
It's the biz
(Man, forget a ninety five)
It's the biz
(Boy, the game is cur sole sometimes
You just can't think like the rest)

It's a dirty game but who's to blame
I'm a stay independent, y'all choose the fame
Ain't nothin' changed, still workin' the clock
95 made outta wood and a sun roof on top

And when we sittin' on ya block y'all beez in shock
'Cuz Houston got Lil' Flip like caddie have crop
When you see Sucka Free give us our props
'Cuz we run this rap game, believe it or not

Now you got two choices
You can be a rapper or you can be a C E O
Either you can be with the devil or you can be with God
Which one you wanna be with

And if you ain't gettin' sued then you might be suin'
And if your fans ain't clappin' they might be booin'
And if you ain't gettin' paid then you might not get paid
I'm sorry, sometimes that's how the game gets played

And if you ain't on tour you might not have one
It's 90% business, the other half fun
Some niggas get raped for everything they earn
It's just like sex with no protection you get burned

It's the biz
(I'm Sucka Free)
It's the biz
(Everybody want luxury)
It's the biz
(You know what I mean, let's talk about
Contracts and get the green)

I heard you got jacked for your ride
It's the biz
I heard a nigga usin' your lines
It's the biz
I heard a nigga bought you a car
It's the biz

He said that he gon' make you a star
And you ain't seen no money so far
That's the biz and now you know
Knowin' is half the battle, that's the biz

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Black Devil Car - Lyrics - Dynamite - Jamiroquai

Title: Black Devil Car
Album: Dynamite
Artist: Jamiroquai
Composer(s): Sola Akingbola, Jason Kay, Derrick Mckenzie, Matt Johnson, Rob Harris

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Lyric:
I've got a lot of juice
I need to put to use
Let's bring this highway down

I'm going from Z to G
When it should be A to B
Nose so low it just scrapes the ground

Can't you see me over taking?
All the while I'm salivating
Won't you let me
Push a little thrust up you?

She loves riding around
In my black devil car
I can't hear a sound
Because her foot's pushing down too hard

And white angels cry
For her black devil heart
She wants me to stop
She should never let me start
She should never let me start

Talking to all those pretty girls
That I meet around the world
Her name was Gina
You should have seen her

She had the greenest eyes
And with those endless thighs
I've put my hands through
Some misdemeanors

Can't you see me, I'm not choosy?
You drive a black machine
And I think you're groovy
Won't you let me
Take a little ride with you?

She loves riding around
In my black devil car
I can't hear a sound
Because her foot's pushing down too hard

And white angels cry
For her black devil heart
She wants me to stop
She should never let me start
She should never let me start

She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine

Ooh, riding around
In my black devil car
You know I can't hear a sound
In my black devil car, yeah

Babe, you know
You got such a tight machine
Now let me drive your dream
Until your tank is dry

I'm shooting from the hip
Not running out of clips
Flames of love and licking high

You know she'll always be running free
A hot freewheeling honey bee
Won't you let me
Push a little thrust up you?
That's what I wanna do

Riding around in my black devil car
I can't hear a sound
Because her foot's pushing down too hard

And white angels cry
For her black devil heart
She wants me to stop
She should never let me start
She should never let me start

Strapped down, wrapped around
Breaking up the speed limits
Red lights, crazy nights
Hope she's coming back with it

Super charged devil queen
Stepping in my love machine
Twisted my metal
On the highway of desire

She's easy rindin' super flyin'
'95, it's still green
High heels, shiny wheels
Looking for a tight squeeze

Rocket fuel and jet juice
Now she's getting real loose
Can't stop, black heart
She should never let me start

She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine

She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine
She's just a

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Breakaway - Lyrics - Kidz Bop 7 - Kidz Bop Kids

Title: Breakaway
Album: Kidz Bop 7
Artist: Kidz Bop Kids
Composer(s): Matthew Gerrard, Bridget Benenate, Avril Ramona Lavigne

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Lyric:
Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window

Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray

Trying hard to reach out
But when I'd try to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me

Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I pray
I could breakaway

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes ?til I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I loved
I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean

Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jet plane, far away
And breakaway

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun
I won't forget all the ones that I loved
I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging 'round revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but
Gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, breakaway

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye
I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway

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Breaks My Heart - Lyrics - After The Storm - Monica

Title: Breaks My Heart
Album: After The Storm
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Carsten Shack, Shamora Crawford, Kenneth Karlin

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Lyric:
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah
Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh

When I think of what I've done
All the pain that I've brought
Baby, you should 've walked out on me
And when I turned away from you
Whenever there were hard times
How could you still be with me?

And it's no mistake, when I hurt you that day
And went out with somebody new
But still you forgave me like it was so easy
I should 've been better to you

Baby, it breaks my heart
To think that lovin' me is not easy to do
And I don't mean to make it hard
Sorry for all the changes I put you through

And it's hard to believe after everythin'
That you're still here right beside me
Wouldn't trade you for this whole world
Thankful just bein' your girl

Never gave you my heart
'Cause I never thought
You deserved any of me
I never told you how I felt
When deep inside I knew that
You're really what I need

And I always gave you up whenever I thought
Somethin' better came along
And right when I'd come back, you're waitin' for me
And you welcome me home

Baby, it breaks my heart
To think that lovin' me's not easy to do
And I don't mean to make it hard
Sorry for all the changes I put you through

And it's hard to believe after everythin'
You're still here right beside me
Wouldn't trade you for this whole world
Thankful just bein' your girl

And if it takes my whole life
I'll make it up to you 'cause I've been so cruel
And you've given your love to me in spite of everythin'
I, I don't deserve you

From this day forward, I'm truly yours
It took me a while to see
That we were meant for one another
Thank you for lovin' me

Baby, it breaks my heart
To think that lovin' me's not easy to do
And I don't mean to make it hard
Sorry for all the changes I put you through

And it's hard to believe after everythin'
You're still here right beside me
Wouldn't trade you for this whole world
Thankful just bein' your girl

Baby, it breaks my heart
To think that lovin' me is not so easy to do
And I don't mean to make it hard
Sorry for all the changes I put you through

And it's hard to believe after everythin'
You're still here right beside me
Wouldn't trade you for this whole world
Thankful just bein' your girl

Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Oh, I, I, I
Da, da, da

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Burnin Up - Lyrics - Hell Bent For Leather - Judas Priest

Title: Burnin Up
Album: Hell Bent For Leather
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Glenn Tipton, Kenneth Downing

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Lyric:
You stitch me up good, and you cut me down
So I string you up to keep you hanging around
You dish the hot stuff up but you keep me waiting
So I'll play it dirty 'til your body is breaking

We've got to make love, the time is right
We've got to make love tonight
'Cause we're burnin' up

You make me greedy, you won't feed me my food
But I'll make out easy, 'cause I see straight through you
You cool me off and hot me up and that's not right
'Cause you'll get hungry in the heat of the night

And then we'll make love, just when it's right
And when we make love tonight
We'll be burnin' up

I know you feel the same
I know you feel the flame
Staring deep inside of you
Burnin' you up, breaking you down
Breakin' you out in a cold sweat
And as you lose control, of your very soul
Your desire takes over
You'll feel the heat sway
You're round to my way
And suddenly you'll know that you're burnin' up

You stitch me up good, and you cut me down
So I string you up to keep you hanging around
You dish the hot stuff up but you keep me waiting
So I'll play it dirty 'til your body is breaking

We've got to make love, the time is right
We've got to make love tonight
'Cause we're burnin' up
We're burnin' up

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Causing A Commotion - Lyrics - Madonna

Title: Causing A Commotion
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Stephen Pate Bray, Madonna L Ciccone

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Lyric:
I've got the moves baby, you've got the motion
If we got together we'd be causing a commotion
I've got the moves baby, you've got the motion
If we got together we'd be causing a commotion

You met your match when you met me
I know that you will disagree it's crazy
But opposites attract you'll see
And I won't let you get away so easy

The love you save may be your own
Can't fight this feeling, aren't you tired of being alone
You won't admit it but you know it's true
It's not a secret how I feel when I stand next to you

I've got the moves baby, you've got the motion
If we got together we'd be causing a commotion
I've got the moves baby, you've got the motion
If we got together we'd be causing a commotion

Someday you'll see my point of view
You can't keep wishing on the stars baby
What works for me can work for you
You've got to make a compromise and maybe

Then we can keep our love alive
And when it falls we won't let it die
It doesn't matter if you win or lose
It's how you play the game so get into the groove

I've got the moves baby, you've got the motion
If we got together we'd be causing a commotion
I've got the moves baby, you've got the motion
If we got together we'd be causing a commotion

Causing a commotion, causing a commotion
Causing a commotion, causing a commotion

I hope you find what you're looking for
Is it mine, walk through that door
We're wasting time, make up your mind
And get into the groove

Then we can keep our love alive
And when it falls we won't let it die
It doesn't matter if you win or lose
It's how you play the game so get into the groove

I hope you find what you're looking for
Is it mine, walk through that door
We're wasting time, make up your mind
And get into the groove

I've got the moves baby, you've got the motion
If we got together we'd be causing a commotion
I've got the moves baby, you've got the motion
If we got together we'd be causing a commotion

Causing a commotion, causing a commotion
Causing a commotion, causing a commotion

I've got the moves baby, you've got the motion
If we got together we'd be causing a commotion
I've got the moves baby, you've got the motion
If we got together we'd be causing a commotion

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Changed - Lyrics - Now - Maxwell

Title: Changed
Album: Now
Artist: Maxwell
Composer(s): Davis Maxwell Gerald Menard

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Lyric:
Back when I was 4 or 3
Clouds came rushing round into my sunshine
Clouds got a hold of me they brought me way, way down
Clouds so my baby believed but you were not around

So, now, what you trying to be
What you trying to, trying to do to me
You got me catching feelings with an urgency
Now that I've changed my mind

Sorry, I wasn't sure of your love
Ooh, sorry so once afraid that you would figure out the crutch
Then make a move and come and go and go and leave me
Like the others left me, when things got deep
Before you make me go girl, promise you won't do that to me, baby

Now, what you trying to be
What you trying to, trying to do to me
You got me catching feelings in the third degree
Now that I've changed my mind

Everything was just fine
When you wanted to ruin my life
Now it's plain and easy for me to see
Now that I've changed my mind, oh

Now, that I don't want to settle the score game I ain't never felt so free
Now that I don't want to hurt no more, there's plenty more left for me
'Cuz everything was just fine you wanted to ruin my life
It's plain for me to see now, that I've changed my mind

So, now what you trying to be
What you trying to be, trying to do to me
Oh, feelings in the third degree
Now, that I've changed my mind

Now what you trying to be
What you trying to, trying to do to me
Feelings with an urgency
Now that I've changed my mind

So, now what you trying to be
Trying to do to me
Feelings in the third degree
Now that I've changed my mind
Changed my mind, changed my mind

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Club Song - Lyrics - Rest Is History - Jin

Title: Club Song
Album: Rest Is History
Artist: Jin
Composer(s): Jin Auyeung, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
{Aye yo Jin there's a couple things you gotta have
When you doin' ya club record
I got you don't worry, "Guru play the beat"
I always wanted to say that on a record
You gotta have that, you gotta have a ho, ho, ho
Gotta have two of those, hit 'em with a woo, woo, woo
I like that, thats not bad, come on
oh yea, you know what else you need?
Just blaze}

You can't help but love the way that he flow
When he leave the club ladies be like
"Did you see which way did he go?"
Battle raps are cool but not for radio though
When my single drop, I'm a charge like eighty a show
If you droppin' with me get ready for a pitfall
When my shit hit stores, I'm a charge a bit more
Man, I'm tryin' to corp my toys in two
And stay away from the boys in blue
It's 'cause I'm gettin' dough, the beast are mad at me
These cops are jokes like Police Academy
Too much stress and I ain't blew up yet
Went from the seven train to the Lex, got you upset
I never stress over a chick, I'm slick like Lou Rawls
If I was Papasmurf, you couldn't give me blue balls
Thick dick playa, rip through walls
Balls so large, it couldn't fit in two jars

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

Throw ya hands high reach for the sky
For my piece of the pie, I'm a beast, I ain't speakin' no lie
I'm frequently high, freak a bunch of freaks
In the back of the jeep, Alpines reachin' it's peak
I put them to sleep, ain't no reason to speak
Why I creep, got 'em sayin' that they'll leave in a week
Poof be gone, I won't miss you at all
Now you sayin', I did you wrong, I ain't Dich Whedo
Gotta passion, no for gassin' hoes
Live my life like everyday's a fashion show
I ain't playin', you know what I'm sayin'
I wasn't talkin' 'bout ya I.Q. when I told you, gimme some brains
Fam, you better play your part
'Cause ya girl, she 'bout to have a change of heart
When I come through, find me in the cut like the stitch
Gettin' wild love 'cause I'm Rick James bitch

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

I'm playin' Play Station braggin'
In the back of a gray station wagon
I need ya jeans saggin'
Ain't used to the club, what am I thinkin'?
Only tunnel I been to, is the Holland and the Lincoln
Problem when I'm drinkin', I get tipsy easy
Leave the bartender a hundred dollar tip, believe me
Shorty on the dance floor, down to get inside of it
Said she,"Celibate" I said,"Cool, I only buy a bit"

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

I'm in here pimpin' fam
Why else would I walk up limpin', man?
And me bein' the pimp, I am
Shorty order what you like 'cause it's on me

I'm in here pimpin' fam
Why else would I walk up limpin', man?
And me bein' the pimp, I am
Shorty order what you like 'cause it's on me

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

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Communication - Lyrics - Dream Street - Janet Jackson

Title: Communication
Album: Dream Street
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Paul Steven Bliss

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Lyric:
It's traveling faster than the eye can see
Information in the sky
Messages beamed across the atmosphere
Transmitted by you and I

Communication
Say the words
Are you there? Can I be heard?
First indication
Heart to heart
Come together worlds apart

Oh, thank heaven for the microwave
Can't ignore technology
It's so easy to communicate
How come you're not hearin' me

Communication
Say the words
Are you there? Can I be heard?
Station to station
Coast to coast
Face to face will tell you most

Now we're livin' in the computer age
The picture's on my video
I keep your number in my database
Turn it onto audio

Communication
Say the words
Are you there? Can I be heard?
(Why don't you say that you need me)
Person to person
Heart to heart
Come together worlds apart

Communication
Say the words
Are you there? Can I be heard?
Station to station
Coast to coast
Face to face will tell you most

Communication
Say the words
Are you there? Can I be heard?
First indication
Heart to heart
Come together worlds apart

Communication
Say the words
(Why don't you say it babe)
Are you there? Can I be heard?
(Why don't you say it babe)
Communication
(Why don't you say it babe)
Heart to heart
Come together worlds apart
Communication

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Crash - Lyrics - Lisa Germano

Title: Crash
Artist: Lisa Germano
Composer(s): Lisa Germano

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Lyric:
You could say I feel this way
'Cause it's the way I feel
Or you could say I make it up
I wanted to be real

I knew I'd go down today
And crash into myself
Repetitious habit-forming
Self-inflictedness

Inner, innermost, most person
It's so hard to be
Feeling good to not feel bad
Is way too weird for me

I wish and wish and wish
Someone else would come around
Habit-forming hang together
No one comes around now

It's no fair it takes so long
And comes around too late
Wonder why it's so easy
To feel the way I hate

It's so hard to turn around and say, yeah
Anesthetizing, never-minding
Fill yourself with crap
What goes in, is coming out

You can't escape that
Inner, innermost, most person
You could dare to be
Bigger than the biggest head
But not as empty

I wish and wish and wish
Someone else would throw me down
Like it's supposed to like I'm used to
No one comes around now

It's no fair it takes so long
And comes around too late
Wonder why it's so easy
To be the way I hate
It's so hard to turn around and say, yeah

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Creep - Lyrics - Blood Money - Mobb Deep

Title: Creep
Album: Blood Money
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): R. Pant, Curtis James Jackson, Albert Johnson, Bappi Lahiri, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
That's that creep, creep mode baby, we in creep mode
Don't come around here, baby, shining like that, yeah

It's crazy on this side, come through, gun through
Oh, ya man live out here, don't go and get comfortable
Don't know what he told you ain't sweet around here
And I don't care what he told you ain't sweet around here

See you riding that infinity, now that's not fair
What's that a 2006? Okay
Playboy we got balls that ain't made all day
You comin' through the hood straight dangling state, yeah

We takin' medium-rare, grilled debatin' us
Letting' that slide's not up for debate
Oh, you met, you a local guess what she bait
She don't know right now but trust me the bitch bait

I won't get all in the business that shorty is mad cool
My man was diggin' at but she a lil' bit nasty to
First time we catch you comin' out the building we snatch you
And takin' what's yours, first thing we ask you is

Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy
Fuck brought ya ass around here
This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah

Fuck brought ya ass around here
Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah
Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like niggas got something' to live for around here

You ask me all these rappers is bums
Have showed me the flow and I ran with it dun
I mean really, y'all got to be the most worst
Rap shit I ever heard compared to P verse

We emerge on the scene
Everything seems, stop, watch is very bling, bling
Nigga wanna swing swing, very much so
But once we get in the air that's a wrap bro

Our songs good to go straight to the radio
Flex easy on the bomb let these niggas hear to flow
We Americas most dangerous to have fans
New York, New York, we the kings of the dam

We party too much and smoke too much grass
And we never see the bright side we only see the bad
Fuck all that, it's a lot of niggas dead
And I wont let ?em get me how they got them

Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy
Fuck brought ya ass around here
This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah

Fuck brought ya ass around here
Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah
Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like niggas got something' to live for around here

Yeah, cock that, aim that, squeeze that, shoot the steel
Cadillac Coupe De Ville, wood grain on the wheel
Cocaine in the pot, baking soda water hot
When the ice cubes drop, look at that, that's crack

Bag that nigga stack, black hoody fitted hat
Grimy nigga with a gat screamin', "Where the money at?"
My hood Southside, riders ride that's right
Yayo he know, Banks know, Buck know

Shit it ain't about the dough I ain't really with it yo
Camouflage on the low, ridin' round with the heat
I ain't say wassup to you, nigga you don't know me
I'm on the grind all the time, heavy shine and a nine

Clip fill till the tip, stunt I get on some shit
Different day, different bitch, old hoody new kicks
Oldsmobile fuck that, no rims, hubcaps
Keep my eyes open for them niggas that dun buck that

Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy
Fuck brought ya ass around here
This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah

Fuck brought ya ass around here
Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah
Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like niggas got something' to live for around here

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