Z - 2 Many Hoes - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - 2 Many Hoes
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Yeah
I ain't tryin' to be rude dude
But give a nigga some space
I ain't tryin' to be rude dude
Just give a nigga some space
Just tryin' to talk honey dog
I ain't got time to waste
(Check it)

Why is you over here lookin' at me
While all these girls up in here?

What you gay? Nigga Jay straight like Indian hair
Y'all don't want me to spray the semi in here
I mean if you a fan I consider you fam'
But shake a nigga hand, but shit God damn
All that
("Do you remember me dawg?")
Nah I'm drawin' a blank
You got me feelin' like a fish, in a fish tank
Just think, if you came to a club
Tryin' to find a little hon for some one-night love
'Stead you got another nigga all up in your mug
You make me uncomfortable thug, go thatta-way

And kill the ice grill homes
'Coz I keep enough heat to melt that away
I came in some sweats, I came to get met
Tryin' to find a chick that make it hard for me to "Next!"
We exit stage left, hope in the Lexus
Treat me like a baby, mouth on her breast-es
May I suggest that it's
A lot of long-legged chicks in short-ass dresses
Go find you one
Go get your dance on, go grind on one, damn
Go find you one
Go get your dance on, go grind on one

Quick question, yo, why you over here?
So many hoes in here
My office hours 9 to 5, whyon'tcha call me there
It's so many hoes in here

I ain't tryin' to be rude dude, whyon'tcha disappear?
There's so many hoes in here
I understand you got issues but I really don't care
There's so many hoes in here

Yea, yea, yea, I know you rap and your sister spit too
You been callin' the office and you can't get through
I understand all that, but now ain't the time
I came to the club to get that off my mind
And all you thugs with your war stories startin' to bore me
I ain't tryin' to hear about your guts and glory
I'm tryin' to hear B.I.G. and some cuts from Nore
And you keep talkin' over the beat like Clue
("Do you remember?")

Go find somethin' to do
You're a janitor, go find somethin' to screw
Disappear like Copperfield, go cop a feel
Play hide and seek witchaself for real, huh
The chick came dressed up just to get messed up
She got her hair done, just to get it sweated up
Shit I'm tryin' to help her out
Whyon'tcha help me out and be out?

Quick question, yo, why you over here?
There's so many hoes in here
My office hours 9 to 5, whyon'tcha call me there
It's so many hoes in here

I ain't tryin' to be rude dude, whyon'tcha disappear?
There's so many hoes in here
I know you got issues homie but I really don't care
There's so many hoes in here

Jeah, jeah, jeah

You're invadin' my space
You need to be easy
You're invadin' my space
You need to be easy

You're invadin' my space
You need to be easy
You're invadin' my space
C'mon dawg, be easy

I don't know why they do that
I don't understand
What you need to do, is

Stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
Stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
Stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
C'mon dawg, stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
Be easy

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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

Uh, uh ,uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
...

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A Lot Like Me - Lyrics - Mary Chapin Carpenter

Title: A Lot Like Me
Artist: Mary Chapin Carpenter
Composer(s): Mary Chapin Carpenter

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Lyric:
He was a long tall stranger from way down south
Where he'd left his life behind
He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck
And Shenandoah eyes
And I remember him sitting in that local bar
Where I earned my pay each night
Singing my songs to empty chairs
And going home half tight

And so the nights rolled by like headlights
Shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his word of kindness close to me
Like a pick on my guitar
And we talked about the singers
And the songs we loved
And the songs we'd most forgot
In that rundown bar they'd make last call
And I'd never want to stop

'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
With my cowboy boots and my old six string
Hitching my wagon to a star
Dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be
He looked a Hell of a lot like me

Well he'd played a lot of places where
The only wages were food and beer for free
No fancy licks but he had him a gift
For the kinds of songs he'd ding
But you do what you can to be a satisfied man
Just to have your piece of mind
And so he gave it all up for a government job
Where the paychecks come on time

So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar
And to share a drink or two
And we sit swapping tales of where
We've been and what we'd rather do
Well there's a wealth of dangers
When you're talking to strangers
And I meet them all the time
But my heart knew better than my head
When I looked into those yes

'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
With my cowboy boots and my old six string
Hitching my wagon to a star
Dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be
He looked a Hell of a lot like me

Well maybe I'll quit when I've got me a kid
And a place to call my own
But tonight there ain't nobody there
Waiting up for me at home
It's a helluva way to live from day to day
Not knowing where you're bound
But the look in his eyes made me realize
I was glad for the life I'd found

'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
With my cowboy boots and my old six string
Hitching my wagon to a star
Dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be
He looked a Hell of a lot like me
Like the star that he longed to be
He looked a Hell of a lot like me

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A Million &Amp; One Things - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: A Million &Amp; One Things
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
What, this, this here's real, nigga
It's real, nigga, too real
Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
Look, look

This one here's on tha up, dog
For all my people with bad luck, dog
Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog
For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog

For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills

If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill
If I got it ta spend, then I got it to give
But listen, man, I know ya see the ice glistenin', man
I know it make you wanna go get it bad

But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can't name one nigga like me

That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too
What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?
I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84

All tha hoes use ta jock ya, niggas use ta knock ya
Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya
Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies
Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky

Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth
And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten
I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men

I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday
I can't please everybody, but I love my folks
If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look, look, look, where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
Some of my rounds doin' bad, can't even much eat
Every time I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar
Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla

Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo'
I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure
Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo'

Niggas want me ta help 'em, ain't helpin' theyself
You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself
Ain't no love loss, I just gotta stay my distance
Gotta keep my mind straight, before I come up missin'

Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures
Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday
If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Every time I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
My niggas still my niggas, got love for 'em all
I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall

Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke
Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door
No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga
On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla

On the reala, if I could do it, then you could
Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear
Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear

They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga
Do yourself a favor, leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man
I mean every time we come through, man
I do somethin' for my people, man
I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin'

I try ta do things for tha football team
Try ta take care of my people
Try ta show them how ta help theyself

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Apologize - Lyrics - Dance With My Father - Luther Vandross

Title: Apologize
Album: Dance With My Father
Artist: Luther Vandross
Composer(s): Rex K Rideout, Luther Vandross

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Lyric:
Yeah
Yeah
Oo yeah

Your love?s never been better
So good it?s a sin
But it?s time for a decision
Is it me or him?

Before you make your mind up, hear me
I just want you to see things clearly
This should be about love, not money
Don?t let him try to take you from me

I don?t wanna have to apologize
I don?t wanna feel I?ve been penalized
Just ?cause I can drive in a better car
Live in a bigger house just like a superstar

He says that I can only give you
Material things, but that?s not true
You see my heart is rich with love for you
Don?t let him make you doubt my love for you
Yeah, baby

I work hard for my money
No one gave it to me
But some fools think the deeper the pocket
The smaller the heart will be, not true

I?m only tryin? to share me with you
Look at all the lovin? we do
Find the meaning in the words I?m sayin?
I?m not just another player playin?

I don?t wanna have to apologize or give a damn
And I don?t appreciate being criticized for who I am
Just ?cause I can buy you a lotta things or take you any place
That?s just what money brings

He wants you to believe that I?m tryin? to buy your love
?Cause that?s what he would do
He thinks since he?s a man with nothing
That he?s got better love for you, no way

Tell him now, let him go
Or I can no longer be yours
Tell him how you feel about me
I can?t keep standing on the side
And let him fill your mind with lies about me

Leave him with his fallacies
I don?t care what bull he believes
Tell him that enough is enough
Just don?t return a disbeliever
You?ve always been a willing receiver of my love

I don?t think I have to apologize, I work for this
I don?t wanna feel like I?m penalized for being rich
Doesn?t bother me where he thinks I stand
I?m bein? my true self, just doin? what I can

He thinks I won you with materiality
But honey, you know that?s not so
And even if he understood me
It?s simply time for him to go, so let him go

I don?t wanna change you
?Cause I?m in love with who you are
So I don?t wanna apologize for bein? a superstar
Haven?t I proved that I?m here for you?
What am I guilty of? What did or didn?t I do?

Maybe I can?t be myself with somebody
Who believes such things are true
I?m losing self-respect from trying
I?m losing my desire too, I can?t do it

I don?t wanna have to apologize or give a damn
I don?t wanna feel I?ve been penalized for who I am
Just ?cause I can buy you a lotta things or take you any place
That?s just what money brings

He wants you to believe that I?m tryin? to buy your love
?Cause that?s what he would do
He says that he?s a man with nothing
That he?s got better love for you, no way

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Baby Don'T Stop - Lyrics - Everything - Joe

Title: Baby Don'T Stop
Album: Everything
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): Dave Hall, Joe L. Thomas, Denvil Tracey Gerrell

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Lyric:
Yeah, that's the way it is
Do it some, baby, ah yeah
Yo, my background singers

Baby, don't stop what you're doing, I like it
Baby, don't stop what you're doing, I like it
Baby, don't stop what you're doing, I like it
Baby, don't stop what you're doing, I like it

Poetry in motion, baby
That's the way you are, a very sexy lady
You know just how to make me happy
By working me over and over again, yeah

Get on top of me and give me what I need
Fulfill my fantasy, throw me up and down
Make me make all kinds of sound
Baby, don't stop, I'm begging you please

Baby, don't stop what you're doing, I like it
The way you love me to, baby
Baby, don't stop what you're doing, I like it
Can't seem to get you off my mind
It feel real good

I'm the vulnerable passion, baby
I have for you 'cuz of what you do
Can't seem to get you off my mind
And I'm never ever gonna try

You drive me, oh, so wild
With your kisses and your smile
And the love you give to me
Make love to me right now
Anyway and anyhow
I like the way you do it to me

The way you rub your nails
And cross my body, baby
Don't stop, I like it, baby
Make love to me right now

I want to get real nasty with you, baby
Make love to me right now
I want to get real nasty with you, baby
The way you want to, baby

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Back Back - Lyrics - Lil' O

Title: Back Back
Artist: Lil' O
Composer(s): Magnus Magnus-Lawson, Aswad W Sampson, W Malone

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Lyric:
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Hey, here's a little story 'bout a nigga like me
I fuck bad broads live large and drive V's
Some say I'm cocky and rude, I might be
But nigga fuck you, you ain't got to like me

I'm at the bar taking sips of long island ice tea
Wrist looking' blue or icy I'm pricey
Bitch niggas mean mugging' and starin' all shiesty
Don't make me pepper spray your face, have you lookin' all spicy

'Cause I know you niggas hatin' and wanna fight me
Thinking I'm all Hollywood like Spike Lee
Thinking I'ma steal you and fuck up your white T
When I catch you in your jaw I'ma fuck up your white teeth

But nigga I be ready to scuffle like dice peat
And y'all walkin' outta this tussle ain't likely
I hope you boys ready to rumble I'm quite deep
And I ain't friendly but I'ma tell you politely

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Say I'm the type of cat when I pull up in the place
You hates like a blow job put it in they face
I buy the goochie shoes matching belt lookin' great
Dubs sounding cool you can tell I'm pushin' weights

Courtier full of flakes snow storms in the peaks
Hoe taming nigga keep my bitch on a leash
You the typa cat that'll chase a chick for weeks
Then try to box a nigga when you hear, he hit your freak

But playa don't you know you outta line that shit is weak
And fightin' over broads will get you killed up in these streets
You running round here plexin' always thinking shit is sweet
Then have the nerve to wonder why them bullets hit ya cheek

Then wanna step to me talkin' but
(Oh, you foul)
All up in my face talking 'bout
(You hit my gal)
I'm looking at him stupid like man this shit is wild
You better give me space asshole I ain't ya pal

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

I keep my game on face when I'm riding on chops
Straight gorilla pimp don't even wave to the bops
Lookin' like a snail crawlin' slow through the lot
Fist full of grain other hand on the glock

'Cause when you want fee jackers want what you got
That's why I stay ready with the inferred dot
The first one to jump is the first getting shot
Put the beam on his head then I take off his block

You love to rob O like take off you rocks
Take off your shoes playa take off your socks
But I'm the type of cat before I take off my watch
Aim at your chest and try to take off you heart

You know how I do playa shake off tha marks
Hit him with the big guns that take off a part
Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark
Bitch you better mind stay in line play it smart

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet
...

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Ball Tongue - Lyrics - Korn - Korn

Title: Ball Tongue
Album: Korn
Artist: Korn
Composer(s): Brian Welch, Jonathan Davis, David Silveria, Reginald Arvizu, James Shaffer

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Lyric:
There you are alone
With no hope of ever having
Something to be proud of
Something earned without begging
Yes, I know you're a person
A person close to me
Who do think you are?
And what do you want from me?

(Ball tongue)
You got the dykes off I think they'll mind me
(Ball tongue)
The rag I'm on, we are justified
(Ball tongue)
Congrats you just fucked up my make-up and shit
(Ball tongue)
What have you done for me?
(Whoo, whoo!)

Why are you at home
Buried in your self pity?
Why do you insist on
Living the life clean out of me?
Yes, I know you're the person
The person that took time with me
Does it give you the right to expect
Your life revolves around me?

(Ball tongue)
You have come to take from your buddy
(Ball tongue)
You have never been so funky
(Ball tongue)
The higgle got sick of me
(Ball tongue)
Ahh, the dick is fine for the day
(Ball tongue)
Your brother took it from me
(Ball tongue)
Unidentified enemy
(Ball tongue)
Come fuckin back to save us, and give up, they've come to deliver me

(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my)
I'm not gonna give in

(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my)
I'm not gonna give in

How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
(Something to have)
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
(Something to have)
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again

(Ball tongue)
They've driven right by my friends
(Ball tongue)
They've taken the take above me
(Ball tongue)
And you're a psycho monkey
(Ball tongue)
They've come to enslave me
(Ball tongue)
They've jacked themselves onto me
(Ball tongue)
Your fuckin' gangster signs
(Ball tongue)
They've come not to same them but to take
(Ball tongue)
Fuckin' death to fuckin' me

You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths

(Ball tongue)
Jerome died at the technodrome
(Ball tongue)
You're right, he's dead, teargas dropped but who was it?
(Ball tongue)
It doesn't take the rhythm of the damn monger
(Ball tongue)
Can I die, can I die?
(Ball tongue)
And then, the men kept kicking me
(Ball tongue)
He gets them on, and they're cool
(Ball tongue)
He wasn't dead, and then they knocked him on top of the head
(Ball tongue)
No more, he's rid of you and you're a dyke

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Black Girl Lost - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: Black Girl Lost
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Reggie Lucas, Lashawn Lewis, Nasir Jones, James Mtume

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Lyric:
Hello, whassup girl?
Ain't nothin', this nigga in here stressin'
Talkin' that old off the wall back to Africa shit again
What, that God Body shit? Yeah, that dumb shit
I'm tryin to get up outta here, I hear that, but yo
You know the spot is pumpin' tonight, word f'real where?
You know, where the real niggaz is poppin' the Cristal
Not that white stuff, word where the real niggaz at?

Listen to reason
Pretty baby baby baby listen

A young wild beautiful love child
You like them thug style link rockin', then mink coppin'
Hit you on the sink a hundred dollar drink poppin'
The head'll make you take him shoppin', a foul doctrine

Reminiscent of my first time up in a chick
You was innocent, but now you rent-a-dick, wear the tightest shit
Chanel lookin' real, airbrushed nails
Hit the gym, hit the scales, heaven-sent but negligent

To see a prophecy, your ebony tone is lockin' me
The way you moan make me daydream of you on top of me
Wishin' I could be the one man, but you juggle
Way too many Willies all in one hand

You wanna run up in clubs, gettin' rubbed on
Niggaz pull your hair, shake your fat rear
Get your fuck on, followin' week, you back there
But what you stuck on, weed, clowns and cars

Puffin' with some lil' nigga, husband not knowin' she's out
Could you believe Eve, Mother Earth of the seas
Niggaz thirst you, you just let 'em hurt you and leave
What up mah, frontin' like you naive

Pusherman's whip, callin' police when you flip
Can't understand it, yo it should be a throne for us
But for now that's a whole different zone from us
Word

Diamonds all shinin', lookin' all fine
Pretty little face, get a little high
Young girl stugglin', tryin' to survive
Mother of the Earth, she made you and I
Just tired of playin' the same ol' games
Messin' with my mind, emotional thangs
And there goes, a black girl, lost

Like Isis, she got you heartbroke and felt lifeless
Grow up girl instead you want revenge so now you act the nicest
To who'sever gettin' down and trifless
To get his mind all you do is give him somethin' priceless

'Cause in time he'll realize the thighs is all he needs
More than weed, then you hit him off with lies and greed
There you go again, startin' wars, makin' me more yours
Seem to get a kick out of keepin' me on all fours

Face glistenin', I'm addicted to you
Original, Wisdom Body got me picturin' you
Igloos of ice trickin' on you, you never listen
To this nigga spendin' Franklins on tennis anklets

Must've had a bad deal in the past though
Can't even keep it real with a nigga with cash flow
Say men are all the same, what we need to do is break this chain
You got a job part-time and school's your night thing

With dreams to settle down, it ain't far from now
You gettin' interviewed, but your boss is into gettin' screwed
Typical day that the black girl sees
Comin' home wantin' more from a college degree

Diamonds all shinin', lookin' all fine
Pretty little face, you get a little high
Young girl stugglin', tryin' to survive
Mother of the Earth, she made you and I
Just tired of playin' the same ol' games
Messin' with my mind, emotional thangs
And there goes, a black girl, lost

Where are you focused, on legit niggaz and where the coke is
Nice and Thug Life niggaz, yo you seem hopeless
Your value, too much to be measured, I wonder how you
Could ever be played, your pussy worth gold amountin' to

More than the world, but not knowin' nothin' about you
You leavin' the crib, takin' all your kids out to
Drop them off, lettin' some nigga knock you off
So hot and soft, that's the same thing that got you lost

Growin' up seein' it, it should remind you, you bein' lied to
Everything that move be inside you
Sacred as you are, left with these wannabes to guide you
I watched you, hard to knock you, I tried not to

They spot you out dancin' topless in your drawers
Damn look, there goes a black girl lost

You should be ashamed of yourself
The way you carry yourself
The way you hang out all night long
Doin' silly things that is wrong
Black girl

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Braid My Hair - Lyrics - Mario - Mario

Title: Braid My Hair
Album: Mario
Artist: Mario
Composer(s): Warryn Campbell, Harold Spencer Jr Lilly

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Lyric:
When you look at me, I know you see
A 15 year old, gettin' his dough
Back and fourth to the studios
Hoppin' outta Limosines, rockin' the latest jeans

Jordan's, fresh, t-shirts, new
And even though these things are true
It's hard work and sometimes I just wanna go home
And tell my girl to

Braid my hair, c'mon and braid my hair
Back in my hood, feelin' good, no worries or no cares
Baby, use your hands to make me feel alright
And take away the stress and drama in my life
While you braid my hair

You may think that I'm complainin'
But that's not the case, all I'm sayin'
Is my body gets weak, my mind gets tired
I need sleep, but I gotta keep travelin' on the road

Doin' these shows, New York to Cali, Dallas to Philly
It's the rules of the game, that I chose to play
But sometimes I wanna say
Baby wont you

Braid my hair, c'mon and braid my hair
Back in my hood, feelin' good no worries or no cares
Baby, use your hands to make me feel alright
And take away the stress and drama in my life
While you braid my hair

Sit me down like you love me
Do it anyway you want, baby take it slowly
Front to back, side to side, criss cross
Get creative with it girl do your thang

Put it down like you love me, let your fingers do the walkin'
And your lips do the talkin' in my ear, tell me what I wanna hear
I swear, I can't wait for you to

Braid my hair c'mon and braid my hair
Back in my hood, feelin' good no worries or no cares
Baby, use your hands to make me feel alright
And take away the stress and drama in my life
While you braid my hair

Do what you wanna do, baby its up to you
Sit me between your legs, girl won't you braid my hair
Baby make me feel alright and make it last all night
And take away the stress and drama in my life
While you braid my hair

Braid my hair c'mon and braid my hair
Back in my hood, feelin' good no worries or no cares
Baby use your hands to make me feel alright
And take away the stress and drama in my life
While you braid my hair

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Z - Can'T Knock The Hustle - Lyrics - Reasonable Doubt - Jay

Title: Z - Can'T Knock The Hustle
Album: Reasonable Doubt
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Jerome C Foster, Lesette Wilson, William Marcus Miller, Joyce Melisa Morgan, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Bounce, bounce, bounce, Jay-Z,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella, y'all
Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella, y'all
Check, check

Yo, I'm makin' short term goals, when the weather folds
Just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold
Chilly with enough bail money to Free a big Willy
High stakes, I got more at stake than Philly

Shoppin' sprees, copin' three
Deuce fever, IS's fully loaded, hehe, yes
Bouncin' in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like buddha
50 G's to the crap shooter, niggaz can't fade me

Chrome socks beamin' through my peripheral I see ya schemin'
Stop dreamin', I leave your body steamin'
Niggaz is fiendin', what's the meanin'?
I'm leanin' on any nigga intervenin'
With the sound of my money machine-in'

My cup runneth over with hundreds
I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and runnin'
Y'all niggas don't want it, I got the Godfather flow
The Don Juan DeMarco, swear to God, don't get it fucked up

I'm takin' out this time
To give you a piece of my mind
'Cause you can't knock the hustle
Who do you think you are?
Baby, one day you'll be a star

Last seen out of state where I drop my slang
I'm deep in the South kickin' up top game
Bouncin' on the highway, switchin' fo' lanes
Screamin' through the sunroof 'Money Ain't A Thang'

Your worst fear confirmed
Me and my fam' roll tight like The Firm
Gettin' down for life, that's right, you better learn
Why play with fire, burn?
We get together like a choir to acquire what we desire

We do dirt like worms, produce G's like sperm
'Til legs spread like germs
I got extensive hoes with expensive clothes
And I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows

What y'all don't know?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause you can't knock the hustle

But until the late thang, I'm the one who's crazy
'Cause that's the way you're makin' me feel
'Cause you can't knock the hustle
I'm just tryin' to get mine, I don't have the time
To knock the hustle for real

Yo, y'all niggaz lunchin', punchin' the clock
My function is to make much and lay back munchin'
Sippin' Remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin' to watch
Nothin' to stop, unstoppable

Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew
I gotta let you niggaz know the time like Movado
My motto 'Stack rocks like Colorado'
Auto off the champagne, Cristals by the bottle

It's a damn shame what you're not though, who? Me
Slick like a gato, fuckin' Jay-Z
My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me
Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what

Straight bananas, can a nigga see me?
Got the US Open, advantage Jigga
Serve like Sampras, play fake a rappers like a campus
Le Tigre, son, you're too eager
You ain't havin' it? Good, me either

Let's, get together and make this whole world believe us, huh?
At my arrangement, screamin'
All us blacks got is sports and entertainment
Until we even, thievin' as long as I'm breathin'
Can't knock the way a nigga eatin', fuck you even

I'm takin' out this time
To give you a piece of my mind
Who do you think you are?
Baby, one day you'll be a star

But until the late thang, I'm the one who's crazy
'Cause that's the way you're makin' me feel
I'm just tryin' to get mine, I don't have the time
To knock the hustle for real

Roc-A-Fella, y'all and we rule shit
Roc-A-Fella, y'all
For you can't knock the hustle

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Da Bichez - Lyrics - The Sun Rises In The East - Jeru The Damaja

Title: Da Bichez
Album: The Sun Rises In The East
Artist: Jeru The Damaja
Composer(s): Kendrick Davis, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
I'm not talking about the queens
But the bitches
Not the sisters, the bitches
Not the young ladies, the bitches
The bitches, the bitches

Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt
You can tell who's who by the things they want
Most chicks want minks, diamonds, a Benz
Spend up all your ends probably fuck your friends

High-post attitudes, real rude with fat asses
Think that the pussy is made out of gold
Try to control you by slidin' up and down on the wood
They be givin' up sex for goods

Dealin' with bitches is the same old song
They only want you 'til someone richer comes along
Don't get me wrong, strong black women
I know who's who so due respect I'm givin'

While queens stand by you and stick around
Bitches suck you dry and push you down
So it's my duty to address this vampire's
Givin' the black man stress

Recognize what's real and not material
Or burn in hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, dumb bitches

I'm not talking about the queens
But the bitches
Not the sisters, the bitches
Not the young ladies, the bitches
The bitches, the bitches

My man had a chick an' thought she was finger-lickin'
I knew her style that's why I'm vegetarian
I told him she was out to get what she could get
He didn't believe me, so she bagged him up in the end

Made the pussy do tricks then she sucked his dick
He got caught up in the grip now he's payin' the rent
Black Widow, she even killed dead presidents
That he'd owe, shouldn't have got one red cent

I body slam her but I'm not a misogynist
When I see a brother gettin' nabbed it makes me pissed
Cosmetic enchantress, scandalous temptress
The way my man went out you'd think she was a pimp stress

Bitches come my way, I make 'em hop
'Cause I'm hip to the game
I'm not a slave so I don't get pussy-whipped
Bear in mind you'll lose em' to end material riches
Fuckin' around with those bitches

I'm not talking about the queens
But the bitches
Not the sisters, the bitches
Not the young ladies, the bitches
The bitches, the bitches

Since I've been club-hoppin', you've been ho-hoppin'
You've seen them pop up in every spot that I'm in
Any nigga with a record could get your butt naked
So your man got a Lex'[unverified]
You live in the projects

Tryin' a flex but you ain't the smartest
Your ass ain't the fattest
Fuck around, play yourself and get dissed
I know your status, you can't touch my status

Deep down you want this
Dyin' a be famous but you can't attain this
Poppin' that coochie for Gucci
Bitches like you ain't shit to me

And don't talk about R E S P E C T
'Cause I treat my black sisters like royalty
Now go in peace, don't make me get raw
And treat you like the harlot that you are filthy bitches

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All Night All Day - Lyrics - 100% Ginuwine - Ginuwine

Title: All Night All Day
Album: 100% Ginuwine
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Johnta' Austin, Teddy Bishop, Elgin Lumpkin

Lyric:
Yeah, all I am baby
Swear I'm gotta have you
All night, all day
Do you want me?

The time is cool, whatcha gonna do?
The bachelor is calling you, yeah
The mood is right with the fire side
And that song you like with your favorite wine

Baby, just relax and let the atmosphere take over you
Keep it in your mind that I'm here to do what you want me to
Ain't no need to rush because the both of us can go all night
Girl, let go and I'll do you

All night, all day
I wanna love you, in every way
Tonight, I wanna play
I can love you baby girl if you stay with me

All night, all day
Wanna love you in every way
Tonight, wanna play
I can love you baby girl if you stay with me tonight

Doing all I can and all you like just to let you know that
(I got what you need so if you wanna get freaky
(You should be with me, girl)
Baby, I'll take care of you, I'll do it nice and slow I can
Feel the heat when the bodies meet

Said I wanna make love tonight
Baby, I just wanna do you right
Tell me, can we take a ride tonight?

Top down with the sounds pumped loud
Bodies rollin' round as we both go downtown
That's what I like, and it feels so right
Baby, open wide, and take it

All night, all day
I wanna love you in every way
Tonight, I wanna play
I can love you baby girl if you stay with me

All night, all day
Wanna love you, in every way
Tonight, I wanna play
I can love you baby girl if you stay with me tonight

I'll treat you nice
I'll treat you right if you come to me oh, come to me
I'll do you right
And all I know is that I gotta have you

All night, all day
Wanna love you, in every way
Tonight, I wanna play
See us G's like it wild and I can make you smile

All night, all day
I wanna love you, in every way
Tonight, I wanna play
Up and down till you leak us G's like to freak

All night and all day
I wanna love you, in every way
Tonight, I wanna play
All I know is I gotta have you in my arms tonight

All night and all day
I wanna love you, in every way

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All Nite/ All Day - Lyrics - Ginuwine

Title: All Nite/ All Day
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Johnta' Austin, Teddy Bishop, Elgin Lumpkin

Lyric:
Yeah, all I am baby
Swear I'm gotta have you
All night, all day
Do you want me?

The time is cool, whatcha gonna do?
The bachelor is calling you, yeah
The mood is right with the fire side
And that song you like with your favorite wine

Baby, just relax and let the atmosphere take over you
Keep it in your mind that I'm here to do what you want me to
Ain't no need to rush because the both of us can go all night
Girl, let go and I'll do you

All night, all day
I wanna love you, in every way
Tonight, I wanna play
I can love you baby girl if you stay with me

All night, all day
Wanna love you in every way
Tonight, wanna play
I can love you baby girl if you stay with me tonight

Doing all I can and all you like just to let you know that
(I got what you need so if you wanna get freaky
(You should be with me, girl)
Baby, I'll take care of you, I'll do it nice and slow I can
Feel the heat when the bodies meet

Said I wanna make love tonight
Baby, I just wanna do you right
Tell me, can we take a ride tonight?

Top down with the sounds pumped loud
Bodies rollin' round as we both go downtown
That's what I like, and it feels so right
Baby, open wide, and take it

All night, all day
I wanna love you in every way
Tonight, I wanna play
I can love you baby girl if you stay with me

All night, all day
Wanna love you, in every way
Tonight, I wanna play
I can love you baby girl if you stay with me tonight

I'll treat you nice
I'll treat you right if you come to me oh, come to me
I'll do you right
And all I know is that I gotta have you

All night, all day
Wanna love you, in every way
Tonight, I wanna play
See us G's like it wild and I can make you smile

All night, all day
I wanna love you, in every way
Tonight, I wanna play
Up and down till you leak us G's like to freak

All night and all day
I wanna love you, in every way
Tonight, I wanna play
All I know is I gotta have you in my arms tonight

All night and all day
I wanna love you, in every way

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Don'T Gotta Go Home - Lyrics - After The Storm - Monica

Title: Don'T Gotta Go Home
Album: After The Storm
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Ryan Bowser, Antoine Macon, Monica Arnold

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Lyric:
Grr yeah
I mean we all men, we all men
We know how the shit go love one, fuck another
I mean, it is what it is, it is what it is
I mean, we knew what it was, when we became a part of it (yeah)
Ain't no sense whinin' about it now, feel me?
It's like

There's something on your mind (What!)
I can see right through you
I know your girl been treatin' you wrong (Yea!)
But she ain't no good for you
Why do you hold it inside (Uh!)
Boy you should let me know
I just want to make you right
Wanna be the one you could cry on

Baby, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight
You got time for a nigga, or is he still with you?
Wanna meet at the same spot, or should I come and get you?
Aight, I'll be there in 10, be in the front
I been gettin' what I need so I'ma give you what you want
One-on-one, cause you know how to talk to Dog
You walk the dog and understand New York is hard, baby

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

It's kinda strange, that when you call (mmm)
She's never home
Now you're there all alone
And, you deserve so much more baby (What!)
I can treat you better than she can (What!)
It doesn't make sense
To keep on loving, and keep on trusting
When, in return all you get is nothing

Damn, you got me fucked up and I'm feelin' it more
Never had a mis-tress dis-tressed before
Oh come on ma, like it ain't that deep
Like ain't no love there, like I don't hate that I gotta creep
We go to sleep in each others arms (Yea!)
And I feel like this is where I belong
If lovin' you is right then I ain't wrong
This is the same ol' song, wife and fam
Gotta be a father and husband but I'm still yo' man, baby

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

This situation's getting critical (uh-huh!)
I watch so many tears fall (uh-huh!)
I know she's not what you want (uh-huh!)
So why you keep on holding on? (GRR)
When I'm right here (What!)
All you need to do is call (What!)
Don't be afraid (Yea!)
'Cause she won't know at, Alll

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uhh I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm gon' be right there
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
But we goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?

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Do What You Like - Lyrics - The Notorious K.I.M. - Lil' Kim

Title: Do What You Like
Album: The Notorious K.I.M.
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): James Lloyd, Jamel Fisher, . Larceny, Kimberly Jones, K. Raphael

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Lyric:
QB ya shit shit is crazy yo, can't fuck wit' you fo' real
They can't fuck wit' you, they can't fuck wit' you
What's wrong wit' ya'll niggas man?
The fuck is wrong wit ya'll niggas, where you at nigga
C'mon nigga, yo, where you at, where you at nigga
Check 'em out, yo yo yo

When it's murder on my mind, I do it all the time
Got tombstone flow, wit' a casket rhyme
Your gats is plastic, I got platinum nines
With gold shells Banger Vegas tap ya spine

I'm the type to spaz out and take back what's mine
Rep for my hood niggas slingin' crack and dimes
Half is mine so you know it's half my time
In the pen or the box wit' my man on the ox

We gon do it like we did it on the block, let's roll
Like wit 60's 30's, 40 niggas wit' me
Rep ya hood, rep ya block, rep ya city
This is me talkin', without the Remy in me

I kick it from the heart, that's why niggas feel me
Show ya'll the true meanin' why Banger act Willie
'Cause I start to spaz and smack a bitch silly
They call Leo Ganza wit' the twin nine millis, yeah niggas

Do what you like, we don't give a fuck
Go head and fight, all my bitches grab a nigga
And fuck tonight, it's ya muthafuckin' world
Do what you like, do what you like

Do what you like, you got a muthafuckin' gun
Bust of the nine, all my niggas grab a bitch
And fuck tonight, it's ya muthafuckin' world
Do what you like, do what you like

This is for them niggas frontin', don't really want it
My 32 bullets got all ya names on it
Hit 'em in the brain, niggas slain, layin' dormant
Iced out grenade, wit' the big chains on it

New Years blimp wit' big name on it
Iceburg sweaters wit' Kim name on it
Cease-A-Le Tee wit' big blood stain on it
Every time I sign a check, I sign a thug name on it

Niggas got rhymes but they flow's so borin'
No stage shows, so forget about tourin'
Mad at my team 'cause my niggas stay scorin'
All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warnin'

My guns bust, niggas get wet when it's pourin'
Rain down long like Kim gettin' dressed in the mornin'
Five star general, spit a Uzi at ya coffin
Run up in ya crib without a search warrant

Do what you like, we don't give a fuck
Go head and fight, all my bitches grab a nigga
And fuck tonight, it's ya muthafuckin' world
Do what you like, do what you like

Do what you like, you got a muthafuckin' gun
Bust of the nine, all my niggas grab a bitch
And fuck tonight, it's ya muthafuckin' world
Do what you like, do what you like

Once again it's on, the muthafuckin psychos M.A.F.I.A.
Bitches feel us, we the realest
My Bed Stuy niggas is who I ride for
Send that ass slow like I ride a six four

I'm what ya kids admire, don't wanna see retire
Got bitches in the pen and in the church choir
Got a new attitude for the Y2K
Same shit nigga, try me I'ma blow 'em away

Ayo move out the way Bris, I'm about to hook off
Sick of muthafuckas tryna play us lick we soft
You have any idea, how many words I shook off
I'm not havin', uh, no, I'm not havin' it

You heard what I said, don't make me raise my voice
And I know ya'll don't want me to call me boys
M.A.F.I.A. we break rules in the club
My whole crews in the club

And girl, don't you hate when bitches be wit' the friends
Dancin' all wild, bumpin you again and again
Yeah, I know that some real punk shit
Fuck that, I ain't tryna hear that drunk shit

Bitches like that get stomped out
You know the rules, beat a bitch till she conk out
Lady what we fear nigga you like, give 'em a pussy invite
It's aight maybe get ya pussy sucked tonight

And do what you like, we don't give a fuck
Go head and fight, all my bitches grab a nigga
And fuck tonight, it's ya muthafuckin' world
Do what you like, do what you like

Do what you like, you got a muthafuckin' gun
Bust of the nine, all my niggas grab a bitch
And fuck tonight, it's ya muthafuckin' world
Do what you like, do what you like

Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out
Yeah muthafuckas
All my niggas get high and fuck tonight
It's our muthafuckin' world

Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out, yeah
Big shout from the house, yea Queen Bee
M.A.F.I.A. style, B.I.G., forever baby Brooklyn
We gonna let ya'll know

Do what you want, do what ya like nigga, it's 2000
YaknowwhatI'msayin', all Hell to the Y2Kim baby
GB, it's yo turn, all you hoes make a U-turn
Aiight, aight represent niggas

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As I Grow - Lyrics - Eve-Olution - Eve

Title: As I Grow
Album: Eve-Olution
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Eve Jihan Jeffers, A Wyche

Lyric:
Turn your negative into a positive
This one is for the kids
Hmm

People hear me when I talk to yea
(As I grow)
People try to break me but I
(Still stand strong)
'Cuz this life that I live it's
(On my own)
And can nobody can take me off this
(Path I travel on)
People hear me when I talk to yea

Yo
I'm in a position to help a lot of people
When I love it, but people that claim that they love me
Want to take advantage of it
I duck 'em, I can't lie that toss a lot of lies
Can't trust the story tears swellin' in my eyes
Let my pen stab the page, times I feel raged
Sometimes I feel trapped got me locked in a cage
But I break free
Won't never let the anger overtake me
'Cuz actions of another never make 'e or break 'e
(Hum)

I never let 'em shake me
And no matter what I always wish excessive thos' who hate me
The ones they call my enemies
Who only will be wanna be friends of me
On the other hand surrounded by the greatest team
Who wouldn't trade mind for nothin' not for anything
(Hum)
Thank you for giving me your bless
And I appreciate giving you everything and nothing less

(As I grow)
People try to break me but I
(Still stand strong)
'Cuz this life that I live it's
(On my own)
And can nobody can take me off this
(Path I travel on)
People hear me when I talk to yea

I live my life through what's in my chest
My heart beat strong, sometimes contaminated by the pest
And yea I know I'm livin' blessed
And if I didn't make it here, my life would be a mess
Can't live a life of fear
All that get you is nowhere surrounded by a bunch of stress
And I always had a hard head

Had a choice to play around wit life or listen to a gossip
So I straightened up and I'm doin' right
Growin' every year, hey yo' this thing ain't happen' overnight
But I still got a lot to do
And never givin' up 'cuz anything I feel I know is possible
Don't never let people discourage
Plant yo'll see the dream, baby and let 'em flourish
Lettin' you in on what I know
Hum, as I live my life an' as I grow

(As I grow)
People try to break me but I
(Still stand strong)
'Cuz this life that I live it's
(On my own)
And can nobody can take me off this
(Path I travel on)
People hear me when I talk to yea

(As I grow)
People try to break me but I
(Still stand strong)
'Cuz this life that I live it's
(On my own)
And can nobody can take me off this
(Path I travel on)
People hear me when I talk to yea

{All I want to live life is
We love you Eve}

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