Angelic Wars - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Goodie Mob

Title: Angelic Wars
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Fred Bell, Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Jamahr Williams, Robert Barnett, Patrick Brown, Rico Wade

Lyric:
No ego trippin', just growin' old
All up when I'm feelin' cold
'Cause pain up on my soul seems to be all I feel
Watchin' my family fall apart was all I never wanted to see

'Cause I got love for one another
I'd kill for my only brother
Even though he might be wrong
At times, I'm gon' do what I got to do

To come through every scary moment
Just brought us closer which kept us down
Remember them days
When southwest Atlanta wasn't even 'round

So out the reds to wet it
And say they actin' brains, relaxin'
And steady stackin' and pistol packin'
And trackin' is tired, I set it off

I don't be sittin' in a trap slangin' lil' peewees
Tell Mike, "Damn I'm 'bout to mess up my re-up money"
See, I used to wear my shoes until I couldn't no more
Now I hit the store, when the lace get old

I wear Calhoun jeans 'cause I don't like Calvin
I relate to my folks
To make you think this 'bout my third album
This supposed to be the times
When the moon and the sky turn purple
So watch this full circle

Black wire touch red
Red wire touch black
Me and Big Slate got this drop wit some gator backs
And I'm thinkin' 'bout how much I make

He get the rims, I get the system and we leave him the tapes
Ya know what I'm sayin'
Who gives a damn about catchin' a charge
It's been a while since I seen my boys

One time for my potnas who got out today
Back on the grind, did that time, got that hide-away, okay
(That's right)
I just got to say
Two times for the crook who just got away

It done got so quiet now, I can here a rat piss
On cotton, one apple sport the whole
Barrel rotten
What it mean when you see the sun and the moon shinin'

At the same time
This God's way, you dug your own grave
The righteous path was laid
But you chose to go astray

Ay, out the war shit
Wakin' up in a cold sweat
Through the same ol' skit
Genocide from the inside, look a pit

You lie, never killed nobody
Let's take it to the ol' school, no you can't
Hands shakin' like a dog shittin' fish hooks
Don't stare

Can't help the crooked look
It came with the face
I used to steal from my folks
But now I'm straight

Went through the neighborhood rat's pockets books, ooh
You missin' somethin' of value
We have you, got you
Jumpin', dumb bitch, you gets nothin'

Nobody knows the trouble I have seen
My homeboy MD write me from the [unverified]
24-7, hell or heaven, it ain't no tellin'
Will it be mo' sunshine for the due time felon
They gave him 10, do 3, self year, probation
Law leaders not, unto no temptation

Yall know how it be
You make a monkey move, lay yourself on the street
You'll understand me
They don't care nuttin' 'bout you

In that cold cell
Can't do nuttin' but take what them folk give me
I'm dead serious
Them folk givin' away time
Just to show us the good Lord keep lettin' the sunshine

One time for them niggas who got out today
And my folks on stokes
[Unverified] just westward on Olympian Way
Uh, huh and I just got to say
Two times for the crook who just got away

Uh, huh, believe that
Uh, huh, believe that

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Down South Camp Meetin' - Lyrics - Manhattan Transfer

Title: Down South Camp Meetin'
Artist: Manhattan Transfer
Composer(s): Fletcher Henderson, Irving Mills

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Lyric:
Saints and sinners, come one, come all
(Have a little revival)
Losers, winners, answer my call
'Cause right now the tent's up
(Really it is)

The word's out
(Truly, it is)
An' has been since the dawn
(Hear me tell ya)

The call's out
(Really it is)
An' we're 'bout
(Tendin' t' biz)

To get this meetin' on, hear me tellin' you
Brothers n' sisters who want to repent
(That's right)
You'll find what you've been lookin' for
Right here in the tent

Lend an ear an' you'll see
'Cause when it comes t' needin' savin'
Ain' nobody knows it better than me
I was so low that I know
That only a miracle like this
Is the only way t' heavenly bliss

It's really the truth, Lawdy, I know it
I know it 'cause I been taken through it
Now the spirit's in me
An' allowed the Lord t' win me
I can testify to it

Sweet, sweet the angel's song
Sweet the feelin' I been searchin' for
For ever so long
I never again imagine livin' life
Like I was livin' when I lived wrong

Get ready
(Sing)
Here they come, the choir's all set
Be steady
(Pray)
See the people fillin' them pews

Be willin'
(All)
To announce without a regret
It's thrillin'
(Day)
Tell the world the wonderful news

Folks are troopin' in from far 'n near
F' news that they can hardly wait to hear
They're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin'
For food for the soul, yeah
Starved 'cause they're waitin'
For what will not grow old

Preacher's openin' up the book
He's gonna pause awhile an' take a look
'N then he'll start tellin' everyone
Jus' how t' do, yeah
Start tellin' everyone jus' what's true, yeah

Sister Emmy Lou done gone t' shoutin'
An' jumpin' 'cause she feels the spirit
The congregation's stompin' its feet
An' everybody's movin' outta their seat
They really gonna get this meetin' on
An' praise the Lord until the dawn

Hear that preacher spread the word
(Hear that Preacher)
'Cause it's the greatest word you ever heard
He's our teacher when he says

"I'm callin' sinners right now you hear?
I'm callin' sinners right to me
When ol' Satan grabs your soul
When he grabs you, it takes the Lord's true word
To break his hold, trouble nabs you

So I say, you got to listen mostly to me
You got to listen closely
Don't let the devil catch y' nappin'
Gotta' keep the vigil every minute
Or the devil surely get you

Watch your step 'n how you act
Watch what you do
Mister Scratch is here, an' that's a fact
He wants you too, if anyone can stop him, I can
That's why I'm the Preacher Man"

We hear the word, we hear your voice
We know there really isn't any other choice

Head f' heaven t'day
(We're on the gospel train)
We can show you the way
(Relieve all strain)
Leave your cares and your woes
(Yes)

Heaven knows
(Yes)
Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes
(Yes)
Come get aboard
(We still got space)

Hear the word of the Lord
(We saved your place)
Save your soul while y' can
(Yes)
Sinner man
(Yes)
Get on as fast as you can

Head f' heaven t'day
(We're on the gospel train)
We can show you the way
(Relieve all strain)
Leave your cares and your woes
(Yes)

Heaven knows
(Yes)
Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes
(Yes!)
Come get aboard
(We still got space)

Hear the word of the Lord
(We saved your place)
Save your soul while y' can
(Yes)
Sinner man
(Yes)
Get on as fast as you can

You've heard the sermon sublime
Down south camp meetin' time

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Unit - Baby U Got - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Baby U Got
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Christopher Lloyde, Curtis James Jackson, David Darnell Brown, Dorsey Wesley

Lyric:
Baby you got, you got
You got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got
You got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

It's somethin' about your style
It's somethin' about your smile
It's somethin' about you making me want you right now
If you don't like me, then don't listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G
That have you coming out your clothes
I'm a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don't it sound like phone sex
Kinky when I talk switch the slang

Partner tell that nigga from New York
Shorty, come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin'
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying "Slow down baby"

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

Baby it's hard to look and don't touch
Girl the way you strut and dressed in your Von Dutch
I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I'm parked outside in the blue Denali
There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl

You need a thug that can handle that
One dose'll make you go
And put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell 'em you my boo
And show 'em your tattoo
Ooh! Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

Baby you've got a hell of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal question
Like, "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?"
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
'Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the okay
You got a body like Nicole Ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance
Yeah, just like that

It's late, I have to score
"This blue drink tastes good, don't it?"
"Sure it does, now have some more"
I'm deep, but she got her ladies with her
So bring 'em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent
'Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

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Extortion - Lyrics - Hell On Earth - Mobb Deep

Title: Extortion
Album: Hell On Earth
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Muchita, Clifford Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah, time to let these niggaz know, son
Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin' understand
Know what I'm sayin'? Time to hit 'em with the third degree
Yeah, you know the QBC here to drop a G, yo

Look into the eyes, 'True lies', your whole click despise
Especially me, H A V O C, don't want your chick
'Cuz she's burning third degree, plus you snitchin', you ain't got
No ties on me, I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond

Lying through your teeth, swearing on your first born
Your word is weak, go hold a wake in this
Hit you up quick strictly shit that I'm livin' in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious, well you sin
Fuckin' with the Mobb, Infamous to the end

I hold a nine Ruger with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin', pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford truck with Speed

Like the motion picture, this nigga 'Gone with the wind'
My crime work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing
Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss

Of the Mobb killing is like an 'Unsolved mystery'
Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never fails it's always something

No rest, daily gotta rock my vest, I shoot at your best man
Yeah your MVP, he played the front line, got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps
When heavy load my military hold ammunition

Far from animation, it's real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot
I put the green light on your whole click, Island shit
Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting

Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up

Extortion is the key, I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous laws enforced in
You married to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it

'Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes
If you scared, get a dog, don't got a click then recruit
You're weak troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin'
The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits
You fuckin' with, top contenders

Official to the bone gristle
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar, motherfuckers you ain't heard of me

Just peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin'
On top of that we hip-hoppin' and don't stoppin'
Out-of-state drawers-droppin', the panty-raiders

Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch back out
And then played her but that ain't nothin', crossin' this dog walkin'
Native New York and Shaolin slang talkin', rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver, What? Young, black and don't give a fuck
If the next crew get the scissor

Extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion

Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do?
You eyin' me, at the same time I'm eyin' you, punk
Wanna pop the most junk
Be the same motherfucker with the most lumps

Chew on that shit, punk faggot
(Word up)
Burn his ass like a book of matches
(Yeah, that's just about it)
Under pressure like fat bitches

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Lena Is A White Table - Lyrics - Jane Siberry

Title: Lena Is A White Table
Artist: Jane Siberry
Composer(s): Jane Siberry

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Lyric:
First you go up the hill
(Don't forget to say the church)
The church why? I don't think
(In case they miss the turn)

Let me do the talking
(You make mistakes sometimes)
Well, so do you too
(Never let me talk)
Yeah, drink your beer

This is no surprise
They're always arguing
They're from down in
(Darts my friend)

And when you reach the top
Out on the scraggy backs just there
Say, you must be new, a movie camera
(Ooh)

Well, I wouldn't go
(Darts?)
Don't
(Over his shoulder, as he goes to play darts)
Who is that with you?
(Darts my friend)
How does she hang the clothes climb up on herself?

There's a house
(White)
A back porch
(Grey)
Just a table there
(Don't forget the laundry line)

Yes, nobody knows how far it goes
(Many men have died)
Baloney, phooey, past the fishing banks
Probably past the edge of the earth maybe
Oh, come on

And sometimes there is a chair
The table legs they never
Move waiting and pressing
And the clothesline stop don't move

Well, maybe she should go to school
No, no, she's a table
Lena's a white table

And in the afternoon, and in the autumn air
The porch is bare and still there is a waiting there
And flint the laundry line, apples rolling down the hill

I hope that she's here, what if she's not here?
I don't think she's here, I hope she's not here
Don't you think she's here, I don't think she's here

And sometimes there is a chair
The table legs they never move
Waiting and pressing,
And the clothesline stop don't move

Well, maybe she should go to school
No, no, she's a table
Lena's a white table

Well, maybe she should learn to pray
No, no, she's a table
Lena's a white table

We saw her waiting by the line
Which line? The laundry line
Waiting for the clothes to dry
What if she freezes in mid-air?
No, no, no, no, no

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Mourn You Til I Join You - Lyrics - Greatest Hits: Naughty's Nicest - Naughty By Nature

Title: Mourn You Til I Join You
Album: Greatest Hits: Naughty's Nicest
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Vinnie Brown, Anthony Criss

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Lyric:
It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat

Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot
Over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop
So I thank you for my life and all that I got
I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac

I was sittin' here lookin' at your picture my nigga
Puttin' hash with the weed wit a mixture of liquor
We can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure
Nigga I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya till I'm wit cha'

It was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
Doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
Both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene
You did the Humpty with the u I did the walk wit the queen

Was a dream smokin' and drinkin?
Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums
[Unverified] the flip up make them lift they shit up
Get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up

Think of all the times that I rolled wit mine
Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge
They was blinded when the good shined through they were on you
Just know I'm gonna mourn you till I join you

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

We was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke
Happy if we scrap pennies for smokes
Tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news
You was over in New York to film this movie called juice

Called you back up you told me pack up
Me and you and stretch could shack up
The thug luv back up the act up
Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss
'Cause they know we all kicked up dust

You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race
You beat his ass then you spit in his face
I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels
And Big Stretch punched him out his shoes

Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'
That's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen
We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks
Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and lemos

You was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still
Said you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill
Nigga I felt you
We was back an forth borough to projects for forts

Damn I wish they knew how much you loved New York
Shit and can't nobody dis my nigga
Mothafuck that I miss my nigga
I'm a mourn you 'til I join you

You ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya
I'm gonna keep your name on the streets

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

I'm ya true motherfucker thug nation alert
Keep his name on the street 'til ya lay in the dirt
This shit hurts 'cause we went from poor to rich
You're supposed to see a lot more than this

They brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim
They let you out you called us up we came as thugs again
We were here ah ha rapist they shout
Y'all was talkin' shit that y'all didn't know a damn thang 'bout

You was going through your stress while your enemies laughed
Ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass
Fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die
Fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied

A little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked
My lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
Soon as I get there I find Afeni urgin' me
Think I missed my baby, don't leave after surgery

So I'm lookin' in her eyes while they walkin' me through
Thinking Pac hard head what the hell I'm a do
So we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need
You say a pound for comin' nigga and a hit of some weed

So I asked you not to go over and over God knows
You done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes
So we got over that, you held up got locked
[Unverified] they had you caged when I stopped

Yeah, the chain remains plus you a part of my link
They fucked up by givin' you too much time to think
I remember your release and we met up in L.A.?
At the [unverified] gettin' blazed hand me down with the hay

After that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus
Addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs
Now we in these savage ages
Even yourself predicted that last night in Vegas

I heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged
And a part of his heart right here in Venice
At the same time you was both loved and feared
M.O.B. and fuckin' thug of the year
I'm a mourn you 'til I join you

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

We'll mourn, that's what we'll do
We'll mourn, 'till we're with you

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Pancho And Lefty - Lyrics - Merle Haggard

Title: Pancho And Lefty
Artist: Merle Haggard
Composer(s): Townes Van Zandt

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Lyric:
Living on the road my friend
Is gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath is hard as kerosene

You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boy
His horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel

Pancho met his match, you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
Ah but that's the way it goes

All the Federals say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose

Lefty, he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth

The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows

All the Federals say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose

The poets tell how Pancho fell
And Lefty's living in cheap hotels
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
And so the story ends, we're told

Pancho needs your prayers it's true
But save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do
And now he's growing old

All the Federals say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose

A few grey Federals say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose

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Beware, Brother Beware - Lyrics - Let the Good Times Roll: The Music of Louis Jordan - B.B. King

Title: Beware, Brother Beware
Album: Let the Good Times Roll: The Music of Louis Jordan
Artist: B.B. King
Composer(s): Dick Adams, Morry Lasco, Fleecy Moore

Lyric:
Hey, fellas, yes you fellas, listen to me
I got somethin' to tell you
And I want you to listen to every word
And govern yourselves accordingly

Now, you see these girls with these fine diamonds
Fine furs and fine clothes
Well, they're lookin' for a husband
And you're listening to a man who knows
They ain't foolin', and if you fool around with them
You're gonna get yourself a schoolin'

Now listen, if she saves you dough
And won't go to the show, beware
If she's easy to kiss and won't resist
Beware, I said beware
If you go for a walk
And she listens while you talk
She's tryin' to hook you

Ain't nobody lookin' she asks you to taste her cookin'
Don't do it, don't do it
And if you go for a show
And she wants to sit back in the back row
Bring her down front, bring her home down front
If you wanna go for a snack
And she wanna sit in a booth in the back
Beware, brother

And listen, if she's used to caviar and fine silk
And when you go out with her
She want a hot dog and a malted milk
She's trying to get you brother
If you're used to goin' to Carnegie hall

But when you take her out night clubbing
All she wants one meatball
You better take it easy, [Incomprehensible] take it easy
If she grabs your hand and says
"Darling, you?re such a nice man"
Beware, I?m telling you

Should I tell 'em a little more?
Tell 'em a little more? Alright
You better listen to me ?cause
I?m telling you what?s being put down
And you better be [pickin'] up on it

If her sister calls your brother
You better get further
I?m telling you, you gotta watch it
You better get on [down]

And if she?s acting kind of wild, and says
"Darling, give me a trial"
Don?t you do it, don?t be weak, don?t give it to her
And if she smiles in your face
And just melts into place
Let her melt, forget it, let her melt

Should I tell 'em a little more?
Tell 'em everything? Alright

Now listen, if she calls you on the phone, and says
"Darling, are you all alone? "
Tell her, "No, I've got two or three women with me"
Don?t pay no attention to women
Stand up for your right, be a man, be a man
Are you listening? Are you listening?

Put on that [lotto] step and listen to me
If you turn out the lights and she don?t fight
That?s the end, it?s too late now
She?s got you hooked, you might as well stick with her

Should I tell 'em a little more?
Give 'em a little more? Alright

If you get home about two
And don?t know what to do
You pull back the curtains
And the whole family?s looking at you
Get your business straight
Set the date, don?t be late, yeah

Brother, beware, beware, beware
Brother, you better beware

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Nobody Knows You When You'Re Down &Amp; Out - Lyrics - Eric Clapton

Title: Nobody Knows You When You'Re Down &Amp; Out
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): Jimmie Cox

Lyric:
Once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spent all my money, I just did not care
Took all my friends out for a good time
Bought bootleg whiskey, champagne and wine

Then I began to fall so low
Lost all my good friends, I did not have nowhere to go
I get my hands on a dollar again
I'm gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins

'Cause no, no, nobody knows you
When you're down and out
In your pocket, not one penny
And as for friends, you don't have any

When you finally get back up on your feet again
Everybody wants to be your old long-lost friend
Said it's mighty strange, without a doubt
Nobody knows you when you're down and out

When you finally get back upon your feet again
Everybody wants to be your good old long-lost friend
Said it's mighty strange
Nobody knows you
Nobody knows you
Nobody knows you when you're down and out

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Desolation Row - Lyrics - Highway 61 Revisited - Bob Dylan

Title: Desolation Row
Album: Highway 61 Revisited
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
They?re selling postcards of the hanging
They?re painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town

Here comes the blind commissioner
They?ve got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants

And the riot squad they?re restless
They need somewhere to go
As lady and I look out tonight
From desolation row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
It takes one to know one, she smiles
And puts her hands into her back pockets
Bette Davis style

And in comes Romeo, he?s moaning
"You belong to me I believe"
And someone turns and says to him
"My friend you'd better leave"

And the only sound that?s left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On desolation row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars they're just pretending to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside

All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everyone is makin' love
Or else expecting rain

And the good Samaritan, he?s dressing
He?s getting ready for the show
He?s going to the carnival tonight
On desolation row

Ophelia, she?s ?neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid

Now to her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession is her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness

And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah?s great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into desolation row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, some jealous monk

Now he looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed his cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet

You would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On desolation row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Locked inside of his leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They?re trying to blow it up

Now his nurse, some local loser
She?s in charge of the cyanide hole
She also keeps the cards that read
"Have mercy on his soul"

They all play on the penny whistle
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From desolation row

Across the street they?ve nailed the curtains
They?re getting ready for the feast
The phantom of the opera
In a perfect image of a priest

They?re spoon feeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they?ll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words

And the phantom shouts to skinny girls
"Get outta here if you don?t know
Casanova he's just being punished for going
To desolation row"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do

Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene

Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that no one is escaping
To desolation row

Praise be to Nero?s Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody?s shouting
"Which side are you on?"

And Ezra Pound and T.S. Elliott
Fighting in the captain?s tower
While Calypso's singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers

Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About desolation row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
About the time the door knob broke
When you asked me how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?

All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they?re quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name

Right now I cannot read too well
Don?t send me no more letters, no
Not unless you mail them
From desolation row

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Turn On Some Music - Lyrics - Marvin Gaye

Title: Turn On Some Music
Artist: Marvin Gaye
Composer(s): Marvin P Gaye

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Lyric:
Dreams of you my darling still
Are so fine, so fine, baby
Since I woke up so is my state of mind
Since we've been apart
Oh I miss you, miss you with all my heart
Oh baby, what else can I say
Put on three albums and let's fly baby
I've got to know how much I love you so

I'm gonna make you feel
That my love is stronger for you tonight
Baby, I'm gonna make it right
Put three albums on baby
We're gonna make it long, long, long

Now when the music starts
I'm gonna groove you slow and quiet
And when the first side's through
I'll still be into you

I'm getting sober
Let's get high and turn the record over
'Cos baby it's time for phase two, yeah
That's how it is, yeah
That's how it goes, hey
Just why it is, yeah nobody knows

'Cos music's been my therapy
Taking the pain from all my anatomy
Oh and my anatomy
It's my symphony, always stay with me
You know that the world ain't right
Baby, lots of people stay uptight

I'll go crazy
If something ever happened to my musical thrill
And darling, your love is just like music
The second jam, girl is falling down
We've been one hour, still I got the power
Turn up the sounds
Sounds drown out the screams
Come rock with me straight into Side B

The time has passed an hour and a half
I love you baby, I'm strong enough to last
You, you and your music
Are more precious than gold baby
Two albums later baby and I'm feeling great
You said, "Wait, oh baby let's take a break"

Before you play the last side
Are you fit enough to ride, I said "Yes, baby"
Just let me catch my breath, honey, honey, honey
Oh baby, I'm not through yet
This is one night honey, that you won't forget
I love you darling, I'm gonna prove it tonight
Put on some music
Turn on some music baby
Turn on some music
I got some music
I love the music

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The Gutter Shit - Lyrics - War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc - Ice Cube

Title: The Gutter Shit
Album: War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Terrell Anderson, O'Shea Jackson, James Savage, Terry Gray, Marcus Moore

Lyric:
I've been servin' niggas since 1985
Niggas want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play for it your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

Keep it gangsta y'all, I want to thank you all
Niggas comin' with that bullshit, it's gankin' y'all
We can ride to this kinda shit and bank them all
Nigga ball till you fall, motherfucker that's all

Can't none of y'all hang with me puttin' in work
Turn this motherfucker up unless you goin' to church
Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid
But can't even make a good thang of Kool-aid

But chicken heads get chicken feed
Lil' dick and weed
Everything that a chicken need
Tryin' to pot I get real as Chris Rock

Make a bitch hot, turn into Fort Knox
(Bitch know)
It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags s-s-stutter

There is a lethal in the gas chamber
I'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the house
But you still in for some danger
And when I'm thru, I take your bitch and fingerbang her
But if she looks tossed up, I'll slang her

Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger
'Cuz the gang a niggas be tryin' to spit
But you can't spit it like this
I come equipped to rip any battle
And leave him strung in his crew
But they put me in the twist like Trump

I can collapse or puncture the lungs of anyone
Give him a chance to spit his last word
Unnerve then he done, 20/20 ain't good enough
Rappers ain't seein' me, this Jay-O Felony
And nobody can stand three of me

Caution keep MC's out of my reach, I'm on a mission
And be gettin' to your fuckin' hide to be called a physician
Immediately, I puts it down at a show
(Jay-O)
But looked to choke the shit out a fool, nigga dat's on doo low

Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(Keep it gangsta)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(Keep it gangsta)

Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(All my life)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(All my life)

I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they rich
(What?)
Lyin' 'bout they bitch
(What?)
Lyin' 'bout they dick
(What?)

I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they hits
(Huh?)
Lyin' 'bout they whips
(Huh?)
Lyin' 'bout they six
(Yeah)

I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they clothes
(Brrrmph)
Lyin' 'bout they hoes
(Uhh)
Lyin' 'bout they rows
(Uhh)

I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they house
(Punk)
Lyin' about they clout
(Yeah)
Lyin' up in they mouth
(Yeah yeah)

It's the Maharaji, my niggas kamikaze
Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in they body
We the riders, we push like Maseratis
Do karates on haters, and you hotties

Fuck the party, come on, my niggas focus
We the richest, pretend that we the brokest
Niggas notice, as soon as you're checking quotas
We the coldest, so go and tell the rollers
(Bitch)

Who dat? Next out the game in blue khaks
Gangsta's the name, niggas wonderin' how I do that
By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way

I'm on grates when I'm grindin'
I'm on steaks when I'm dinnin'
And on Sunday's on the wine
Is you can't calm the savage beast
(Never)
And I can make your birds rise like geese

K-Mac tell 'em, you sell 'em, I swell 'em, loc
(Swell 'em loc)
Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell 'em for
We got the fish scale texture
(Fish scale)
Now if you cook it yourself you get extras
Dub that shit to death with this dub thang
Only a few niggas left with this love mang

So we cop together
(Yeah)
Put it in the beeker
Rock together
(Uhh)
Claim blocks together
And fuck cock together, nigga
(Brrph)

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

Squeek Rule
Look in my eyes
I see the dollar sign dog, and my dick start to rise
Got to handle money, got to stack the money
(Tell 'em)
Buzzin' like a bee 'cuz I crave for the honey

Million dollar tickets make bitches look wicked
So you innocent hoes, ain't got to lie ta kick it
I know you knows
(Uhh)
'Cuz now my decimals
(Yep)
Done fiend for the green, keep you itchin' in your panty hose

Your eyes full of gleem
(Brrmph)
You wanna get on my team and live my dream
Captain of the ship is what I'm boastin'
Hit the three wheel motion, I'm the shit when I'm coastin'
(Uh huh)

Down the boulevard, flossin' hard
Lights hit the chrome, dog I'm lickin' like a movie star
Money makes me a savage
(What it do?)
Shit, I break down the world for the cabbage
(Squeek Rule)

Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(All my life)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(All my life)

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

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Thought Process - Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

Title: Thought Process
Album: Soul Food
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Andre Benjamin, Thomas Decarlo Burton, Willie Edward Knighton, Patrick Leroy Brown, Cameron F Gipp, Raymon Ameer Murray, Rico Renard Wade, Robert Terrance Barnett

Lyric:
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas
From da down underground are hangin' around the A-Town
Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5
Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive
Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do
Nobody from my crew will I forget
And if I start to get large and come up on some change
I won't change, everybody know they down

It's not the same, everyday life can be different
These laws got me ready to ball
'Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows
To make 'em meet, each and every day as I comb my city streets
Sometimes I wish I never had been apart of this mess
'Cause the system got us fucked up

It put us to the test, women and men if you black you in
Food for the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter
Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose
We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes
We're trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go
So how you feel?

Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I don't know myself I be too numb
To feel something sometimes, so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee
Let my mind fly free into the wilderness so I can get this shit
Off my mind, that's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes
It keeps me from snappin', keeps me calm, keeps my mind open
Keeps me firm of what I gots to do off in the studio
To get my old burd back on her feet

And my little bro' in Statesboro and my little cuz Mark Twain, all my
Folks that hang with me when I was out in the trap or when I was goin'
Through one of our episodes, only God knows, what I go through
So I get down on my knees, sometimes I come home
Too high to pray, but I get on my bed lay on my back and meditate
Anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls, it's like cell therapy
I got nothing to do but write about my L I F E, put it down on paper
So what you feel?

I live for today, mother fuck another hour, it might be sour
Never know my day, so I'm prayin' in the shower
Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad
I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest, God bless my neighborhood
It's people killin' in da street to eat surviving the day
Is the only goat that I set just to make it home, I'm not alone
Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong

My head felt swoll, mist couldn't see past my mouth
What route did you take man caught me by that loops of my pants
Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by
No questions I said nothing lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin'
Tha law naw, man Gipp show him my shit close my mouth then I dip
See to me G is a person who understand tha plan
Can't make no moves when you in tha hands of tha man
They got some new suites down Peachtree

Left wing for tha Feds, right wing for tha hard heads
Makin' more deals than Buddy Folks made with Harts field
Somebody don't want my face in tha place, for 96 shits slick
Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest
Under the order of who? Guess who ain't non-iller than miller
Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past
'Cause ain't no future wanna milliamp your case
Disgrace your face, make it seem to be safe ain't no place to run

Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gonna eat
'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street
Shit, you might see a nigga on TV but hell it's almost like
I'm rappin' for free that little money be gone, got dammit, I'm grown
Gotta help keep the heat and lights on
It would be nice to have mo' but I kinda like being po'
At least I know what my friends here fo'

I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I can't
I wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain't
It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they gon' make it or not
That's why we got nigga's killing, feelin like they coming up
Off a little dope they sold you can get some gold
But we won't make it as a whole 'cause without you there'd be no me
And without no unity there will never be any happiness
You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress
God bless my thought process

The thought process
Now, now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm
That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done
Sent me through a lot of ups and down like it ain't nothing'
Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons
I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one
They said it skipped from 12 to 14

Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M.
Thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas
We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers
And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have
The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the broken glass
But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside
Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right

Huh, the only thang we feared was Williams, Wayne
Never though about hittin' licks or slangin' caine
Didn't think I'd be the one to give in to abortion
Label me murder because my ass is scorchin'
Hot from the Glock that sits under my seat
Yeah, it's real fucked up that my folks come to get me
And it's like dat, yeah, and it's like dem

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Waiting For The End Of The World - Lyrics - My Aim Is True - Elvis Costello

Title: Waiting For The End Of The World
Album: My Aim Is True
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
The man from the television crawled into the train
I wonder who he's gonna stick it in this time
Everyone was looking for a little entertainment
So they'll probably pull his hands off when they find out his name

And then they shut down the power all along the line
And we got stuck in the tunnel where no lights shine
They got to touchin' all the girls were to scared to call out
Nobody was saying anything at all

We were waiting for the end of the world
Waiting for the end of the world, waiting for the end of the world
Dear Lord, I sincerely hope You're coming
'Cause You really started something

Things got back to normal as the train began to roll again
We got to the station about twenty minutes later
The legendary hitchhiker says that he knows where it's at
Now he'd like to go to Spain or somewhere like that

With his two-tone Bible and his funny cigarettes
His suntan lotion and his castanets

He was waiting for the end of the world
Waiting for the end of the world, waiting for the end of the world
Dear Lord, I sincerely hope You're coming
'Cause You really started something

And then the bride, the groom, the congregation and the priest
All got onto the train when we were three stations east, yeah
Hiding from a scandal in the national press
They had been trying to get married since they stole the wedding dress

You may see them drowning as you stroll along the beach
But don't throw out the lifeline till they're clean out of reach

Waiting for the end of the world
Waiting for the end of the world
Waiting for the end of the world
...

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Whatta Man - Lyrics - The Best Of En Vogue - En Vogue

Title: Whatta Man
Album: The Best Of En Vogue
Artist: En Vogue
Composer(s): Cheryl James, Herby Azor, Dave Crawford

Lyric:
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(You gotta say it again, now)
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(Yeah he's a mighty, mighty good man)
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(Yes, he is)
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(Oh uh yeah)

I wanna take a minute or two and give much respect due
To the man's that's made a difference in my world
And although most men are hoes, he flows on the down low
'Cuz I never heard about him with another girl
But I don't sweat it because it's just pathetic to let it
Get me involved in that he-said, she-said crowd

I know that ain't nobody perfect
I give props to those who deserve it
And believe me you all, he's worth it
So here's to the future 'cuz we got through the past
I finally found somebody that could make me laugh
You're so crazy, I think I wanna have your baby

Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(Alright, yes he is)
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(Oh he's a mighty, mighty good man)
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(Ooh ooh you gotta say it again, now)
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(Oh uh yeah)

My man is smooth like Barry and his voice got base
A body like Arnold with a Denzel face
He's smart like a doctor with a real good rep
And when he comes home, he's relaxed with pep
He always got a gift for me every time I see him
A lotta snot nose, ex-flames couldn't be him

He never ran a corny line once to me yet
So I give him stuff that he'll never forget
He keeps me on cloud nine just like the temps
He's not a fake wanna be, tryin' to be a pimp
He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans
He's a God sent original, the man of my dreams

Yes, my man says he loves me, never says he loves me not
Not to rush me good and touch me in the right spot
See other guys that I've had, they've tried to play all the mac
But every time they tried, I've said, "That's not it"
But not this man, he's got the right potion
Baby, rub it down and make it smooth like lotion

Yeah the ritual, highway to heaven
From seven to seven, he's got me open like seven eleven
And yes, it's me that he's always choosin'
With him I'm never loosin' and he knows that my name is not Susan
He always has heavy conversation for the mind
Which means a lot to to me 'cuz good men are hard to find

Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(He's a mighty, mighty good man)
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(Alright, say it again now)
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(Uh oh oh)
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(Oh I said whatta mighty good man)

Know what I'm saying?
He's a mighty, mighty good man
Ya'll, ya'll don't hear me, now check him out

My man gives real lovin', that's why I call him killa
He's not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, he's a thrilla
He takes his time and does everything right
Knocks me out with one shot for the rest of the night
He's a real smooth brotha, never in a rush
And he gives me goose pimples with every single touch

Spends quality time with his kids when he can
Secure in his manhood 'cuz he's a real man
A lover and a fighter and he'll knock another out
Don't take him for a sucker 'cuz it's not what he's about
Every time I need him, he always got my back
Never disrespectful, 'cuz his momma taught him that

(I got a good man)
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(Uh, a mighty, mighty good man)
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(Yes, he is)
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(Whatta mighty good man)
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man
(He's a mighty, mighty good man ya'll)

Whatta mighty, mighty good man ya'll, yeah
Whatta mighty good man
I'm breakin' down, I'm breakin' down one time

God, God
(Whatta man, whatta man)
God, God
(Whatta man, whatta man)
God, God
(Whatta man, whatta man)
God, God

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What Part Of The Game - Lyrics - Mcgruff

Title: What Part Of The Game
Artist: Mcgruff
Composer(s): Herb Brown, Tony Dofat, Cameron Giles, Born Teddy Cubia

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Lyric:
I'm the greatest rapper in the world, you who tryin to kid man
I will slam dunk on your big man
Been rappin for years, crackin them bears, the sound of platinum chairs
Predict future cash and it's near, my speech is dittly
I bust shots until the heat gets heavy
Fuck bitches until the sheets get sweaty
Beats and melodies, will make me blink
I'll pull my shank out, and give a warrior's cry
If you ain't down wit my crew, all you die
You can tell I'm real, by lookin in the ball of my eye
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby and my baby
Can my some dough on Teem Summit
Countin the loot, fountain the youth, the young God
Here's the inside thug, like a Marmashad
Some wanna have emotions and kill me
Put the toast to my kidney, when I speak most of them feel me
So, keep my name off ya breath
'Fore my nigga Gruff take the chain off ya chest
All guaranteeing, blaow, take the brain off ya neck
Off the top of the dough, one shot and you'll blow
Fuckin wit Panama P.I., guarantee I'll take ya outta ya zone

Ayyo me and my nigga Hais, ride, lay loose
Case ya try to play Zeus, got the tray deuce
Hidin right inside the bubble, face goose
Not to quickly to make to make news
I'ma ace deuce, caught cases, I got Gotti and O.J. juice
And my crew, you're very stackless, very cock now
Phase of every Rocky, turn your caviar ass into, um
Chicken teriyaki, Spanish nigga try to front on me
I say papi Rocky, wish he would of shot me
'Cause I don't care if he frail or cock D
When I got the glock, B, can't stop me
And no judicial system could affix me, try to lock me
Over papes on mine, Mr. D.A., someone to lace ya dime
And tell P.H. that the camera job, come on, that's a waste of mine
'Cause I got my girl Curry, live in D.C
Work the spring court, you know for me, that just scary
How Harlem nigga do, get in the building bitch hurry
Before my girl see, back to top, so she can give me one on jury
Says hung, got her sprung, she fell that I'm young
Her little toy boy, make her lick my ass wit a tongue
She's so smart, she's dumb, but I keep, tomorrow ain't promised
Now I might need a one way flight to St. Thomas
And at the same time I got a JAG fetish
And who knows, I might have bad credit
I can't borrow from niggas I ass betted
Go to your girl, I pop my truck faster
Don't make me Flex on you ghetto style like Funkmaster

You got money, what it look like?
You got crack, what it cook like?
You got a song, wit the hook like?
Word is bond, when P.I. hit the microphone, niggas took mics
You got crack, what it cook like?
You got a song, wit the hook like?
You got some money, what it look like?
What part of the game is that?
You fuck around wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming stat

I live the God knowledge, my book of life, he read like twice
Five percent shine, today the grease like, my attribute's like
Paretic chrome, I thrown, throw it at your dome, blown
It be known, like Sa Salasi clone, connect wit one zone
Cybernetic, verbal buck slang, king ebonic
Nickname Farad, all of ya dude, rock me Muhammad
I came swift, wit off as the shit, they couldn't catch it
Define this, got drawn so swift, couldn't detect it
Thug covert, sip Scotch drink, just like an Irish
Move like the infamous full blown antivirus
Apollus, mad Olympic, fragile fitness
Supreme gymnast, ancient decent, homey scriptures
Equilibrium, catch me at the Wimbledon, thug gentlemen
Guess jeans, Wu shirts, construction Timberland
You're nobody wit nothing and your name shall be Nathan
Who you facin, slugs blazin the amazin

Ayyo check it, I used to live reckless
Snatch kids necklace, nigga respect this
A nigga catch this, blaow, trigga specialist
Is your death wish, leave you rib and chestless
Gun ho, real life thug, every one know
From the Bumjo, to the kids, to Colombo
My niggas locked down doin state, did you rumble?
Twenty five to L, on the humble, real thug shit
Plug shit, catch you, wouldn't dare fuck wit
Care rugged, from the skulls down to the Timb's
Surroundin your Benz, wit niggas houndin your gems
Yo pump this jam in your joint
All my thug niggas cruisin wit the mamas on points
City wise guys, gritty high guys, pretty mamas
I even make boricua, shake the titty tatas
Harlem World slugger, watch it explode like Pearl Harbor
Screw ma, get a girl's Vodka
And get them hotter, slide 'em off, twist 'em proper
Yo I'm a sex fiend, fuckin in my 400 hundred Lex' ring
Flex cream, presidential rolly wit Gets gleam

You got money, what it look like?
You got crack, what it cook like?
You got a song, wit the hook like?
Word is bond, when P.I. hit the microphone, niggas took mics
You got crack, what it cook like?
You got a song, wit the hook like?
You got some money, what it look like?
What part of the game is that?
You fuck around wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming stat

You got money, what it look like?
You got crack, what it cook like?
You got a song, wit the hook like?
Word is bond, when P.I. hit the microphone, niggas took mics
You got crack, what it cook like?
You got a song, wit the hook like?
You got some money, what it look like?
What part of the game is that?
You fuck around wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming stat

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