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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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10 Million Ways - Lyrics - Mack 10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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10 More Minutes With You - Lyrics - For Never & Ever - Kill Hannah

Title: 10 More Minutes With You
Album: For Never & Ever
Artist: Kill Hannah
Composer(s): Matt Devine

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Lyric:
I don't know who you are
But now somehow you're breaking my heart
And I don't know where you are, are
But like a drug lift me up to the stars

It's why I'm feeling alive, it's the first time
Here's hoping this day won't end

I don't know, now, what to do, I don't care
I need 10 more minutes with you
10 more minutes with you
10 more minutes with you

I don't know what you are
But one look and I'm hooked from the start
Now I'm falling apart
That's what you get for falling in love

Tonight I'd look in her eyes for the first time
Here's hoping this pain will end

I don't know, now, what to do, I don't care
I need 10 more minutes with you
10 more minutes with you
10 more minutes with you
If you want to then you've got to

It's what you live for, it's what you live for
So what you lived for it, would you die for it?
I'm alive for 10 more minutes, oh

If you want to then you got to
10 more minutes with you
If you want to then you got to
10 more minutes with you
If you want to, now you got it all
10 more minutes with you

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1 2 3 - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: 1 2 3
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Raymond Rogers, Vern Smith

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Lyric:
1, 2, 3 thousand problems
1, 2, 3 thousand problems
1, 2, 3 thousand problems
1, 2, 3 thousand problems

It's a cool summer night
My 4 4's on my waist, gotta half a stick of dynamite
Got some beef with some niggaz across town
Keep my man to the ground, I gotta shut it down

They pull up on my block, I'm in my little brown hooptie
So they guess I want the white rock
They walk close towards my ride
Surprise motherfucker, it's a handful of South side

1, 2, 3 thousand problems
1, 2, 3 thousand problems

I put two to his head, I jumped on the southern state
Then I'm rushin' out to Hempstead
One down and one to go, I heard the next nigga's on
And he's gotten a ball of dough

I kick in the nigga's door
I sat the nigga in the door with my nickel plated fo', fo'
And word up that shit is soft
The way this nigga hit the floor when the freaky got raw

Some bitch tried to burst but I shot her in the back
Aiy yo, Money, where your stash at?
He took me back inside this room
Beside the safe full of G's, he had mad bags of booze

1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

A lot to do
I call up the underground
let me speak to that nigga Lu
He said, "Taliq, whats up my man?"

I got this nigga locked down wit my joint to his gun
And word up he got a mail press
Aiy yo, Money, what's this address?
1, 2, 45, Boulevard Queens and I tell my man, they try to caravan

Understand, I'm on a mission
And just be nice to pack some extra ammunition
And get some phillies from the store
And park the van on the corner and you're comin' through the side door

1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

They get robbed, they wanna go
Money, beggin' and repeatin', they don't want trouble
I told that Lu to move the chairs
Aiy yo cheeks, help me take this damn bitch down the stairs
I come back up for the session, money still tied the fuck up confessin'

I blow some smoke into his eyes
"Here nigga, take two more puff before you die"
Yo, I stood up, about faced him and yo lost boys waste him
Aiy yo queens boys waste him and yo south side waste him

1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

It's 3 o'clock in the morn, shit is on motherfuckers, shit is on
Yeah, yeah, I gotta get this nigga, Shawn
I'm drivin' in a stolen car with no motherfuckin' lights on
I heard, Shawn got crazy ends
But before I do this thing, I go and pick up my best friends

A 40 ounce and let the fields right
I got to see the boy hillside
Understand, now he's in court
I roll all my windows down, pull my shit on the corner

But I still bein' sneaky 'cause I'm freaky, Taliq, I'm freaky, Taliq
But right now I got beef wit this nigga named Shawn
Shit is on, word is bond, money is gone
He's with his bitch, in bed

I pull out my 44, and I don't wanna do his head
'Cause this shit is too easy
Even though he can go in one squeeze, G, it's it's it's crazy
Mr.B's LB's, a people 1, 2, 3, 3, thousand problems

1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

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12 O'Clock - Lyrics - Naked - Marques Houston

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Da, da, da

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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22,000 Days - Lyrics - Long Distance Voyager - Moody Blues

Title: 22,000 Days
Album: Long Distance Voyager
Artist: Moody Blues
Composer(s): Graeme Edge

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Lyric:
Even though I know it's only
Me and my dreams
That drive me so let me go please

Let me go onto tomorrow
One day at a time
Now I know the only foe is time

22,000 days, 22,000 days
It's not a lot, it's all you've got
22,000 days

22,000 nights, 22,000 nights
It's all you know, so start the show
And this time, this time, this time feel the flow, get it right

Now the time when I first saw you
Is over and gone
Then I knew my life with you would go on

Knowing you so much longer
I've change in mind, changed you
You have changed to mine

22,000 days, 22,000 days
It's not a lot, it's all you've got
22,000 days

22,000 nights, 22,000 nights
It's all you know, so start the show
And this time, this time, this time feel the flow, get it right

Everybody knows, it always shows
Wasting time's an aggravation
Got no time for confrontation

You want to take a lot
By love, by law or stealth
Time's the only real wealth you have got

Even though I know it's only
Me and my dreams
That drive me so let me go please

Let me go onto tomorrow
One day at a time
Now I know the only foe is time

22,000 days, I've got 22,000 days
It's not a lot, it's all you've got
22,000 days

You've got 22,000 nights, 22,000 nights
It's all you know, so start the show
22,000 days

22,000 days, 22,000 days
It's not a lot, it's all you've got
22,000 days

22,000 nights, 22,000 nights
It's all you know, so start the show
22,000 ways

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24 Hours To Live - Lyrics - Mase

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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37 Hours - Lyrics - Kristin Hersh

Title: 37 Hours
Artist: Kristin Hersh
Composer(s): Kristin Hersh

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Lyric:
By now, I should know where you're going
By now, I should but I don't
You're better off, wherever you are off to
Agile or stoned

By now, I should wake you when I'm hungry
Right now, I should but I'm not
We could be a silkworm tightrope
We could but we're not

I don't want this to be over, you're what I do
Every day the only thing that makes any sense
Your liver twisting logic's far and away the smartest thing

I don't know where I am
Plus I don't know when I am
'Cause you insist on using fucked up military time
'Cause you are better off alone

I've been right here for 37 hours
I've been right here for 37 hours

I dropped a cigarette in my shoe
And dove in the water
Then I swam until my hair dreaded
Like flying on fire

That day I quit smoking and swimming
I heard some advice from above
Ducking under cramming it in
Isn't falling in love

I don't want this to be over, you're what I do
Everyday the only thing that makes any sense
Your lover twister logic far and away the smartest thing

I don't know where I am
Plus I don't know when I am
'Cause you insist on using fucked up military time
'Cause you are better off alone

I've been right here for 37 hours
I've been right here for 37 hours

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400 Degreez - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

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

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Lyric:
400 degreez

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

400 Degreez
400 Degreez
400 Degreez

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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4 Ever - Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Title: 4 Ever
Album: 4:21...the Day After
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): David Lewis, Jonathon Lewis, Clifford Smith, Wayne Lewis

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Lyric:
K one

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only
That don't fuss or fuck around on me or leave me lonely
Not just a honey but a homey, just wanna hold me
'Cuz she got a lotta love for me and put it on me

If I need that, plus she understand me when I beat that
It's sweet like candy, this time I might just eat that
You steal my heart, sweetheart then you can keep that
Let's bar hop and find us a spot where we can chief at

Push the seats back, you got the kinda body
Niggaz beep at, try to speak at but get no feedback
Sophisticated, miss highly edumicated
Living well lady, that made it, type of woman you stay with

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

Give me a queen that respects a king just like Coretta
Get everything except the ring for worse or better
Even through the stormy weather, rain, sleet, snow
Whatever, see if it go down, we go together

Like Twix bars, ain't no problem that we can't fix, ma
You ain't gotta sugar my tank or key the kid car
'Cuz broken hearts leave big scars, when emotions get hit hard
Niggaz get drunk and hit the strip bar

But that ain't even ya man's style, even back as a manchild
That's where I stood and where I stand now
I'm throwing rocks at your window pane
Trying to bang, girl, like injure pain, you know the game

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

No matter what we go through
(What we go through)
I'll be there for you
(There for you)

I'll never let you down
I'll just hold you down
Oh, ooh

No matter where we be
(Where we be)
I'll do it all again
(All again)

The ups and down
I'll hold you down
Oh, ooh

Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only
She don't fuss or fuck around on me or leave me lonely
Not just a honey but a homey, just wanna hold me
'Cuz she got a lotta love for me

And now I gotta lotta love for her, might even take a slug for her
And everywhere we go, pull out that red rug for her
Yeah, them back rubs in the bathtub, got me cleaning my act up
I'm ready to shack up, now that's love

Nobody can love you like me, boy
I'll promise to be your only girl
Don't ever leave, just stay
You will be down for me, anyway

Ah, you and me together, baby

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

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5150 - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: 5150
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Jerold Jr Ellis, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Behold your highness the Luniz are here
Bring them in
Man where the fuck we at, who the fuck are you?
It is I Jesus, Shock Jesus
And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?

Man no what the fuck man
Niggaz just shot me man what the fuck man
How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty
Fuck you
You shall perish, beitch

It is my judgment that you shall burn in hell for eternity
Man no, no
The Luniz are here Jesus

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

I wish I had cot, what? I wish I had some cot, why?
So I can sky and have a place to lay my head and plot
A broke nigga boney
Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies

I play acts and make scratch from table scraps
And always end up fucked watchin' other niggaz backs
I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds but in the mist of funk
Would they really bust rounds?

I get woozie when I inhale all the badness
I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem
I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz
I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor

I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64
And now I don't smoke weed no mo'
And I ain't knowin' where I'm headin'
Most likely it's the scene of creamery

I'm petrified of the whole scenery
The game is some shit you either roll wit
Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it
For less is what I was wishin' for it never came true

So it came to plannin' missions damn near shittin' in my drawers
I gotta play my part though and take what I can
From the niggaz I don't got scarface nigga I feel ya
By any means necessary, that's why they find scary niggaz buried

Carried to a whole 'nother place
If you'se a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face
So much drama, I put my best in it
Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it

Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love
I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above
I'm still takin' shit day by day
Survin' off a nifty, that's why I'm goin' 5150

Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin' down the block
Tryin' to scoot out, carry the bloody glock
'Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out
Tryin' to take the loot out my pocket
But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket

Then I split runnin' down the block
No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a gage
Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed
On the ground hella bleeedin' ass out
I remember seein' somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out

Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old
No more bullet holes in my chest
A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin'
The Lord [Incomprehensible] playa hatin'

I'm facin' Shock Jesus 'cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right
Because I'm trained up in that mob life
Come back tonite, strapped tonite
He said if I succeed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life

A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out
Flyin' through the cuts goin' the secret hill route
The whole scene was a disaster, Friday the 13th the final chapter
Lookin' niggaz wit Casper The Ghost

But I float until I smoked the big man
Slipped in quick sand, he's gonna kill me
But my spirit slipped in my body, I yelled watch out he's gonna get me
They didn't get me, huh, they labeled my ass 5150

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

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5 Boroughs - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: 5 Boroughs
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Ryan Corwin, William Broady, Cameron Giles, Jeremy A Graham, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Joseph Ward Simmons, Albert Johnson, Keith Murray, Reggie Noble, Kenyatta S Blake, Walter Reed

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Lyric:
KRS-One representing Ma 6T va Crack er, Cercle Rouge KRS-One
Droppin' on 'em like this, pick it up, pick it up
You know what time it is when KRS-One comes through
Representing all true hip hop culture, you know how we do

How can they throw you in prison now for long years
If in reality the black man doesn't belong here?
Have you forgotten how we got to this place?
Why then are all the jails predominantly the black race?

If you don't teach me my culture, I don't know who I am
I don't know the difference between my enemy and my friend
So I'm robbin' and killin' I got nothing to live for
You turn my father into a boy, my mother into a whore

Now I'm hardcore on the Ave
Watching while people that got me to walk fast
After beatin' us, rapin' us and robbin' us
400 years of that's what's inside of us

Take a look at me now I'm really your creation
A technological anti-human mutation
A mutation of a better way of life
You first pulled the knife
But to heal it will take my whole life

I fought no force on this level
I listen to bass and treble
Thinking that the white man is the devil
'Cause who could be so cruel like this?
So heartless, so senseless?

But I'm taught by the devil
To grow up and be a devil
To do the same devilish things on another level
However when I act out the mission
You turn around and throw me in prison
You a sucker

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

You can kill a man by taking him out of his land
And putting him in a land he really doesn't understand
Then teach him to respect Greek mythology like
Pythagoras, Ptolemies, Socrates, these people are thieves
They stole us astronomy, mathematics, all tactics of biology

Even the concept of democracy stolen from the King Akhanoton
Put down the book, use your brain
If you don't know who you are you are clinically insane

The board of education can't see that
Well it deserves to get beaten and robbed by black
Give me my frame of mind back, give me my culture
But you don't understand that 'cause you a sucker

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

I see Beauval in the house, Collinet in the house
Sarcelles in the house, Cercle Rouge in the house
KRS-One rocks the mike without a doubt
Turning parties out, you know what I am about

'Cause we will be here forever I told you
Soldier floods your mind like Noah
As you get older you've got to pay attention
At how you livin' hardcore

You ain't a kid anymore grow up
To blow up the spot you're at
Learn the skill and go to the top of that
Cercle Rouge definitely rockin' in rap
KRS-One I got your back

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

KRS-One with the freestyle rhyme
Representing Cercle Rouge in France, all the graffiti artists
We like to break dance to the MC, yes, you know that's me
KRS-One down with the BDP

From way back you know we take it like that
Kenny P and Zizwe, Will-Dee, gods of rap
We do it like this, do it like that

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5 Minutes - Lyrics - Lil' Mo

Title: 5 Minutes
Artist: Lil' Mo
Composer(s): Gerard Thomas, Kelly Cherelle Price, Melissa A Elliott, Donald L Holmes

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Lyric:
Yes
You have just entered the year 2000
And they've just arrived
Ready to take us outer space
To another planet

Where there's only one club
And one disco, ooh
And they wanna show us how
They boogie

Got a strange call from a girl in the midst of the night
She said, you better call your man 'cause he sleepin' right here tonight
So I put on my coat and my hat and then put on my shoes, yeah yeah
I said, "Bitch don't you move 'cause I'll be seeing you soon"
It only took me

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it and I told his tail to scram

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it and I told his tail to scram

Saw a few scratches on my car just the other day, yeah yeah yeah
Neighbor around my way, said she saw you drivin' away
So I put two together and I found myself ready to go, whoa whoa
Before she even knew it, I was comin' down the road
It only took me

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it, and I told his tail to scram

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it, and I told his tail to scram

Be a hoe, I'm kickin' you up out the door
I hope you know like Coolio, you gotta go
Don't even think I'm gonna let you hang around
Got your drawz down lookin' stupid like a clown

Be a hoe, I'm kickin' you up out the door
I hope you know like Coolio, you gotta go
Don't even think I'm gonna let you hang around
Got your drawz down lookin' stupid like a clown

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it, and I told his tail to scram

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it, and I told his tail to scram

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it, and I told his tail to scram

In five minutes, I was knockin' at the door
In two minutes, I had her on the floor
In one minute, I was fightin' wit' my man
Yes I did it, and I told his tail to scram

Freaky freaky, yes
It's the year 2000
And they will be back
To take us to outer space
To their planet

Where there's only one club
Where there's only one disco
And you know what they wanna show us
Ooh, you know what they wanna show us
How they boogie
(Yo, yo, yo)

Yo, don't know what they told you, but they done told you wrong
Bet I go back and tell 'em again and make sure you here it all
Don't come up in my Mellinium talkin' 'bout girl, this my song
If you don't know how to bounce to this then try to play it off

It's just like a movie, everybody wanna see
In the 2 G, how she dress like me
They say, "Who's she?", She's fly as can be
Got a groupie, off a hoochie

I got lucci, mad cheese in the bank
And my crew be, straight flossin' wit' me
Even hootie, wanna blow like me
Heard he wanna be a Lil' mo like me, what

Check it out now
Break it down now

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7-1-3 - Lyrics - Undaground Legend - Lil' Flip

Title: 7-1-3
Album: Undaground Legend
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, David Hobbs

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Lyric:
Junior talked that old husslin' talk
I was no [Incomprehensible] daddy
But I found out his daddy was a damn hussler

Lil' Flip
Represent
7-1-3

Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin' screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip number 2"
I use to skip summer school and hit the block and move work
That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt
Now I'm shinin' like Puff, wearin' diamonds like Puff
We got everybody else music sounding like us
So hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been bumpin' screw down here for a while!

And when you see me at the mall, just me and my dawgs
I'm shoppin' with them, 'cause I ain't trickin' for a broad
I do shows and rock crowds, and then I get paid
Summer time, I'm on dubs, winter time, I'm on blades
My whole click livin' laid, man we all got Vets
My crib so big, I ain't even see my room yet
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been buyin' six-figure homes for a while!

Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source
And the XXL, standing next to a Porsche
I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these beats
I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these streets
You don't work, you don't eat, that's a known fact
I don't just rap, nigga I know how to act
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been fuckin' with magazines for a while!

'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers y'all never goin' be!
We makin' money y'all never goin' see!
'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

Now when you see me with Tigga, on B E T
Or 106 and Park, with AJ and Free
Or MTV, come take a look at my house
And after that, come take a look at my mouth
Yeah, I represent the South, like Pastor Troy
And I'm still fresh and clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been talkin' shit on TV for a while!

Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose
9 times outta 10, I'm probably blowin' hydro
So don't blow my high, just leave me alone!
'Cause I get high like Cheech and Chong
They call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't braided
I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still educated
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been smokin' high-time weed for a while!

And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on
Technomarine shinin' and I got my cross on
I gotta brand new phone, 'cause I'ma rich nigga
And when people call, you can see they picture
I'm still Lil' Flipper, but my money got taller
And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got smaller
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been acting bad, drivin' cars for a while!

When you see me Big Pimpin' like UGK
I'm choppin' on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey
I'm sittin' on Twenty's, but I'm twenty-one
I'm ridin' with an AK, you still got a B-B Gun
So you need to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet
'Cause you ain't sellin' records like Sucka-Free
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been ridin' around with straps for a while!

'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers y'all never goin' be!
We makin' money y'all never goin' see!
'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers y'all never goin' be!
We makin' money y'all never goin' see!
'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

[Incomprehensible] 7-1-3
Nigga that's Sucka-Free [Incomprehensible] Texas,
We represent that
That's me Flip [Incomprehensible]
Humpty Hump, CEO down south
7-1-3, we are

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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