Crawl - Lyrics - White Hot Blues - Johnny Winter

Title: Crawl
Album: White Hot Blues
Artist: Johnny Winter
Composer(s): Rodney Price, Moroder Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson, Tajaun Perry, Nasheim Myrick

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Lyric:
I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down
And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown
Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone
Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well
[Unverified]

Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under
Big pipes soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week

Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes
Wrong nigga for threats
Lone nigga wit long chrome

And we can dance till one of us drop
You score points fallin' wit good formation
I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn
The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun

To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war
Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher
Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod
That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard

But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night
And you can't come outside without fear
Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?

Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner
Keep me on your mind and don't slumber
Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass
[Unverified]

M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn
Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn
Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit
Squeeze off, let em know how real this is

M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer
No other gun runners keep a round like this
From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death
Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block

Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen
We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'
The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake
Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it

You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets
Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies
Still nuttin' pop but the shells
These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel
A gun runner nigga for real nigga

Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle
Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip
Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit
While you layin bloodied up in the Six

Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce
Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out
Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet
You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us
Everyday is like Fourth of July to us

Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch
Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched
Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched
Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge

While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head
Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray
Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way
[Unverified]

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Coming From - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Coming From
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): A Fields, E Simmons

Lyric:
Believe me when I say
Before light there was dark

Where you going, where you going?
Where you going, where you going?
Where you going?

And if I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?

If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?

Places that I've have been, things that I have seen
What you call a nightmare, are what I have is dreams
Bad as that may seem, I know is only going to get worse
Love, a slug, which one am I gonna get first?
My journey's been a rough one, I'm not sure when it began
But the way it's looking, I kind of know when it's gonna end
What say love
Hold me down, baby, it's gonna be a rough ride
Niggas give us plenty of room 'cause I guess enough died

Let me travel 'cause my intentions are to travel in peace
Don't fuck around, I lay you down, you hit the gravel and cease
I could be a beast or I could be a gentleman
But if you ain't my dog, you gonna be like, 'Oh, it's him again'
Niggas will never win, this whole rap game is mine
Hot as you ever been, I was that in eighty nine
Seek and you shall find, look within and you will know
Where you coming from and where you gotta go

Come on

If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?

If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?

I will spend mad time in one spot, plotting my next move
Trying to figure out what is it that X do what X do
Some questions go unanswered, that's what I'm afraid of
Sometimes I can't show but I know what I'm made of
They made love or should I say they made lust
Bound, there didn't have to be love there, but they made us
I got quite a few sisters, I was the only boy
But being with my dog was my only joy

Like a kid with a new toy, I forgot about the ground
Escaped the misery, didn't think about the crime
Lost all track of time, was in another world
Everybody knew Earl but there was another Earl
Like the side of the dark, riding the park but wouldn't want to
[Incomprehensible] when they jump me, became a good runner
One by one they all went under, so I had the last laugh
They all thought it all was a joke but I had the last laugh

Come on

If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?

If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?

I feel the ghost from within, coming back to haunt me
Stay love in my peoples even though they don't want me
When I was bad, I was forgotten, like I was dead and rotten
Should've been getting love but instead was plotting
Shit wasn't right and it was all blamed on me
Didn't know that I was special till this rap shit came to be
Gave me a way out, showed me it was better to teach
Than bust niggas with the fo-fo, leave them dead in the streets

Over beef that was worth less, than the cost
Of the slugs that I bought to kill 'em
And that's because I thought I ought to kill 'em
Little did I know, death wasn't right
Didn't always show every breath was a life
It was to be captured in suspended animation
To be felt by all, understood by every nation
What's the sense of hating, when I can show love
What's the sense of faking, when I can show blood

Now what's the moral to this story?
Come on

If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?

If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?

Yonkers is where we grew
Trials we got through
On top is where we staying
Till the end as long as we'll pray
[Incomprehensible] everyday
On Hot '97, ya hear
DMX all through the year

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Guard Your Grill - Lyrics - Greatest Hits: Naughty's Nicest - Naughty By Nature

Title: Guard Your Grill
Album: Greatest Hits: Naughty's Nicest
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Anthony Criss, Vinnie Brown

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Lyric:
Has this ever happened to you?
Can you name this tune?
These victims knew how to guard they grill, this would've never happened

I put two and two together and I came up with four
You are forever, forgot, forbid, shouldn't have to say much more
I been through more crews than a flute, yeah I'll show ya
This is so damned scrap I betcha bro don't know ya

You tried to get cool and say peace, save that peace for a jigsaw
Stay back and watch a real MC get raw
I never know, never know when another will come to diss this
But if and whenever they come I'm runnin' this merry fist miss

I shooker the crook and shaker the fake to get like a quick stick
It's just another one dud and is dismissed
Kitty guard your grill, well be for real, you ain't built
I'm silly ho smackin' MC's on a ninety degree tilt

The reason that it's tilted 'cos you're guilty, too hard to guard
It's not you're tryin' too gay, you're tryin too hard
How hard can your guard be, I say wassup?
Guard your grill, knuckle up, put 'em up, yup

Guard your grill, knuckle up
I ain't the type to give up
Guard your grill, knuckle up
I smoke first, so what's up
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Put em up, you ain't tough
Guard your grill, knuckle up

I give em much business, an Aspirin
Damn, I love a glass chin
What are ya askin' for mercy, I'm laughin'
Huh, you know the game, you know the name and you know the rep

You know the Kay, you know the Vin and you know the Treach
There's no sleepin', no nothin', no rest and hey
No snoozin', no dozin', no f'in way
Heapin' things up like a Coke cup

Wind me up but y'all I gets the low wits tha rough stuff
And after enough to cut ya off a piece, still have enough
Then go around to them and him because [Incomprehensible]
I, I got posse full a fighters all fly like a chopper

Use to couldn't take em out 'cos they was rowdy hip hoppers
There's so much gold for roast, the nuts don't knock us
My nuts are my only homies that can hang proper
At school I had a lot, I filled with VCR's and Vodka

I had two grills, one a runner, one a trotter
Back then I wore briefs, tella starter, gettin' hotter
Then I grew yea long so I had to switch to boxers
How hard can your guard be, I say what's up?
Guard your grill, knuckle up, put 'em up, duck

Guard your grill, knuckle up
I ain't the type to give up
Guard your grill, knuckle up
I smoke first, so what's up?
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Put em up, you ain't tough
Guard your grill, knuckle up

I don't lay, I lie, who knows like Pinnochio
Never been to Tokyo or Keeper's Day Bolochio
Guard your grill, here's a feel, I rush hard
I got the fliest ride out here, the '91 bus card

So callin' me for a ride ain't the answer
Huh, you want a lift ya better pick up a transfer
Sayin' we will go for one cut, now we're dead
Oh yeah, that's 'bout as funny as Barbara Bush in a bobsled

Now how wrong can you be to think we play
Even a broken clock is right at least twice a day
So now ya feelin' real low, ya no flow crow
You slow hobo, stiffer than Robo

Oh, here's another side of bein' real quick
You might speak it fulla cracks, but you still ain't shh
So don't try at those same style battle cry
I rock the U-train, the routes that I battle by

I listen to sister shit, it 'til they quite slow
No matter that white rap, shoot a pharaoh with a psycho
Put down ya handgun, up with'cha hands son
Look cops they come, I ain't the damned one

I was only three steps from a peace prize
Pieces laid, piece of his eyes and his left thigh
Knuckle up, put 'em up, yeah guard your grill
And that's comin' from Illtown, down the hill

Guard your grill, knuckle up
I ain't the type to give up
Guard your grill, knuckle up
I smoke first, so what's up?
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Put em up, you ain't tough
Guard your grill, knuckle up

This goes out to the 118th Street Posse
My man scratch in the house, y'know what I'm sayin'?
And oh yae, pss pss pss pss
Don't forget, guard your grill, knuckle up

A strong what up to my man Kid Capri
This goes out to my man Jack Don
I gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza
What's up to Clark Kent and my man face?

This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The Hill
'Cos they know how to definitely guard they grill
I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and Easy in the house
This goes out to my man Tamere he's definitely in here

What's up to my homey Kool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers
Special shoutout to my man Grand Puba, one of the fiercest MC's out there
Peace goes out
Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta here, peace!

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I Gotcha - Lyrics - Food & Liquor - Lupe Fiasco

Title: I Gotcha
Album: Food & Liquor
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Wasalu Jaco, Pharrell L Williams

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Lyric:
Lupe, Chicano man
You know I have ya
Right, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right

They call me Lupe, I'll be your new day
They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet
But they can't, they accented like the U.K.
Turn that Ude Lupe to Pepe Le Peu spray

Flagrantly fragrant and they can't escape it
My perfume pursued them everywhere that they went
You don't want a loan, leave my cologne alone
It's a little too strong for you to be puttin' on

Trust me, I say this justly
I went from musty to musky and y'all can't mush me
I warned y'all cornballs, I hush puppies
The swans in the pond called my duck ugly

But now they hug me because it's lovely
They love the aroma of a roamer of the world
Got the shakers and the skaters and the player and the girls
Keep the fakers and the flakers and the haters in a twirl

You want the flava, ma, hey, I gotcha
You want the realness, well, I gotcha
I know you sick of them niggaz, big car and watch ya
Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters

You want the real shit, hey, I gotcha
You see my niggaz here, you know we proper
You know we do it, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right, right

And I'm from Chi-Town, that's where I flies 'round
Keep some Cartier frames over my eyes now
We used to gangbang, a lot of that done died down
Children of the hat tiltin', keepin' hope alive now

All with no high, I do it so fly
Bank Caesar, Tack helicopter with the bow tie
I love my city, really hope that God bless it
Have my mind movin' faster than that hog in the hedges

Welcome all of y'all to my dark recesses
This is where I keep the bars like bathtub edges
My ivories and my Doves, my levers and my zest's
It takes half of your bubble bath to match the freshness

'The Belly Of The Beast', you know I'm from it
I wrap it in a towel, here go my pal in the stomach
And I be on my green like Irish spring and I coast
Fudge wit it and get a mouth full of soap

You want the flava, ma, hey, I gotcha
You want the realness, well, I gotcha
I know you sick of them niggaz, big car and watch ya
Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters

You want the real shit, hey, I gotcha
You see my niggaz here, you know we proper
You know we do it, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right, right

And so to sign off, this beat, I rhyme off
Is from the looniest P and Hugo Mind Boss
You feel it in the air, it's such a fine force
But you don't hear me though, just like a mime's thoughts

That's 'cause I'm in Europe, me and my friends tour'a
I'm on my pimp, my temperature is temperer
I take it easy on my watch, I'm watchin' TV
Am I as clean as Maharishi? See, the hare is tryna beat me

As I continue to do Lu's pace
They say him got two heads and four eyes just like Screwface
But see my secret's safe, it's in my secret safe
That's in my secret room, on my secret base

So from the runner of the FNF crew
Come in hip hop, we've come to resurrect you
You, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you

You want the flava, ma, hey, I gotcha
You want the realness, well, I gotcha
I know you sick of them niggaz, big car and watch ya
Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters

You want the real shit, hey, I gotcha
You see my niggaz here, you know we proper
You know we do it, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right, right

Yes, sir, FNF, Lupe

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I'M A Roadrunner - Lyrics - Jr. Walker & The All Stars Ultimate Collection - Junior Walker And The All Stars

Title: I'M A Roadrunner
Album: Jr. Walker & The All Stars Ultimate Collection
Artist: Junior Walker And The All Stars
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland, Eddie Holland

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Lyric:
Money, who needs it
Let me live my life free and easy
Put my toothbrush in my hand
And let me be a traveling man
Cause I'm a road runner, baby

I'm a road runner, baby
Can't stay in one place too long
I'm a road runner baby
You might look at me and I'll be gone

You can love me if you wanna
But I do declare
When I get restless
I got to move somewhere

I'm a road runner baby
Any where's my home and love the life I live
And I'm gonna live the life I love
Road runner, baby

Don't want no woman to tie me down
Got to be free, baby to roam around
All my life I've been like this
If you love me it's your own risk
When the dust hit my shoe I got the urge to move

Says I'm a road runner baby
Got to keep on keeping on ,hey
And I live the life I love
And I'm gonna love the life I live
Says, I'm a road runner, baby

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Highway Runner - Lyrics - I'm A Rainbow - Donna Summer

Title: Highway Runner
Album: I'm A Rainbow
Artist: Donna Summer
Composer(s): Giorgio Moroder, Donna Summer

Lyric:
Highway lead him to where he's never been
Show that drifter what he's never seen
Introduce him to this, acquaint him with that
Gotta keep searching like a stray stray cat

Highway runner
Chasing time since the day he was born
Highway runner
Racing time around the world one more time
For one more time

It ain't even you can hold him down
Country's just a breath from town to town
He got restless feet and a restless mind
Never wanna travel through the same place twice

Highway runner
Chasing time since the day he was born
Highway runner
Racing time around the world one more time
For one more time

Highway runner
Chasing time since the day he was born
Highway runner
Racing time around the world one more time
I said one more time

Highway runner, highway runner
One more time, one more time
You're gonna meet your match
Highway runner

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Hungry For Heaven - Lyrics - Sacred Heart - Dio

Title: Hungry For Heaven
Album: Sacred Heart
Artist: Dio
Composer(s): Jimmy Bain, Ronnie James Dio

Lyric:
You're a dancer
But you're dancing on air
Just a matter of time till you fall

You're a dreamer
One night at the fair
But still you want it all

You're in danger
The last of a line
But the vision lasts forever

So just hold on
You can make it happen for you
Reach for the stars and you will fly

You're hungry for Heaven
Hungry for Heaven
Hungry for Heaven
But you need a little Hell

You're a runner
But you're chasing yourself
Feel the hot breath on your shoulder

You're emotion
Running cold running warm
The young just getting older

We are sunlight
We can sparkle and shine
And our dreams are what we're made of

So just hold on
You can make it happen for you
Reach for the stars and you will fly

You're hungry for Heaven
Hungry for Heaven
Hungry for Heaven
But you need a little Hell, hungry

You're hungry for Heaven
Hungry for Heaven
Hungry for Heaven
Hungry for Heaven

You're hungry for Heaven
Hungry for Heaven
Hungry for Heaven
So hungry for Heaven
You're hungry for Heaven

You're a dancer
But you're dancing on air
You're a dreamer
One night at the fair

You're hungry
Hungry for Heaven

[Incomprehensible]
Just a dreamer for better life

You're hungry
Hungry for Heaven
Yeah hungry
Hungry for Heaven
Hungry for Heaven
Hungry for Heaven

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On Fire - Lyrics - The Hunger for More - Lloyd Banks

Title: On Fire
Album: The Hunger for More
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Harry Palmer, Kwame Holland, Curtis Jackson, Marshall Mathers, Christopher Lloyd, Luis Edgardo Resto

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Lyric:
New York City
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks
G-Unit

We on fire up in here
It's burning hot, we on fire
Shorty take it off, if it get too hot
Up in this spot, we on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire
Uh, nigga what you say?
We get loose in this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire, fire, fire

Now I ain't putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
Twenty-six inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat gon' last for the whole summer
Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist, rose gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
I'm buying diamonds by the pair
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear

Yeah, I'm riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
I'm 80's man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention I ball packed clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting wrong deals
I'm only twenty-one, sitting on mills

We on fire up in here
It's burning hot, we on fire
Shorty take it off, if it get too hot
Up in this spot, we on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire
Uh, nigga what you say?
We get loose in this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire, fire, fire

If you know anything about me, then you know I'm a baller
If I don't hit the first night, I ain't gon' call her
I'm trying to play, you trying to have my daughter
But I can't blame her for what her Momma taught her
And I don't care what the next nigga bought her
'Cause I ain't putting no baguettes in her abuela
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I ain't spending quarters

So cut the games Ma, let's go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I ain't bias when I'm riding through the town
Like 'em small, like 'em tall, like 'em black, like 'em brown
She gotta be able to cum when I need her
Tight ass pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B diva
Bitch say something, I ain't a mind reader

We on fire up in here
It's burning hot, we on fire
Shorty take it off, if it get too hot
Up in this spot, we on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire
Uh, nigga what you say?
We get loose in this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire, fire, fire

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Set It Off (Radio Remix) - Lyrics - Project English - Juvenile

Title: Set It Off (Radio Remix)
Album: Project English
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
Kick ass
(Mmm hmm)
C'mon
(Uh huh, mm hmm)
Y'all boys don't know nuttin' 'bout me
(Mm hmm, uh huh)
Ya heard? Ladies and gentlemen

I'ma T.C. soldier, New Orleans stunna
If a bitch leave me, I'ma take everything from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up
I'ma find me some new pussy and buy a Four-Runner

I walk with a limp, 'cause my nuts heavy
And I like it from the back so hold your butt steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'
And momma I love pussy, but I ain't lickin'
Now prepare yourself for a smooth dickin'
You don't want it girl? You don't know, what you missin'

I'm the baddest boss nigga walkin', you ain't heard?
I got a team of head busters waitin' to give 'em the word
I gotta few in the East Coast, a few in the West
Down-South to Mid-W, whattup to the rest
Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin' in debt
No matter what I do dawg, I love my set, ladies and gentlemen

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker

The niggidy, niggidy Nile's in this bitch, get right
Fuck what you heard on the street it's CMR for life
Still ridin' on dubs, sippin' brown and white
Jump stupid if you want bitch we gon' clown tonite

We got twenty-five choppers in the V.I.P.
Cristal and 40 yack and a pound of weed
I know you wait for me to get drunk and follow me home
Picture what I'ma give you though, a shot to yo' dome

Fuck it if your boys gon' be talkin' they gon' get hit too
I'm really not givin' a fuck, long as I get you
Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba
Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a motherfucker

I'ma general, executin' the plan
Got a vision of the 3rd Ward, rulinn the land
Runnin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van
Mommy please come break off just me and my man

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker

55 percent of these niggaz is fake
The other 45 percent be handlin' they weight
55 percent of these women is hoes
The other 45 percent be playin' they role

Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer
Take these motherfuckin' cuffs off of us
We ain't kill nobody in this car, for us
And ridin' on 20's is the law for us

I ain't from France but excuse my French
Fuck ya if ya hatin', nigga save that then
I been dealin' wit you bitches from way back then
Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay back in

You say my momma played me and J be tight
'Cause Juvie takin' care, so everything alright
Bitches see the sliver seraph wit them phat ass pipes
Bein' followed by some niggaz on some bad ass bikes

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie, wassup
Set it off in this motherfucker

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The Runner - Lyrics - Manfred Mann

Title: The Runner
Artist: Manfred Mann
Composer(s): Ian Thomas

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Lyric:
Through the night, through the dawn
Behind you another runner is born
Don't look back, you've been there
See the mist as your breath hits the air

And it's underneath the moonlight, passing some
Still your heart beats in the moonlight like a drum

Through the night, through the dawn
Behind you another runner is born
Don't look back, you've been there
Feel the mist as your breath hits the air

And it's underneath the moonlight, passing some
Still your heart beats in the moonlight like a drum

And you will run your time, a shooting star across the sky
And you will surely cross the line to pass on the flame

Sun come up, sun go down
Hear the beat, see the sweat on the ground
Watch your step, keep your cool
Though you can't see what's in front of you

And it's underneath the moonlight, passing some
Still your heart beats in the moonlight like a drum

And you will run your time, a shooting star across the sky
And you will surely cross the line to pass on the flame
Pass on the flame

Through the night, through the dawn
Behind you another runner is born
Don't look back, you've been there
Feel the mist as your breath hits the air

And it's underneath the moonlight, passing some
Still your heart beats in the moonlight like a drum

And you will run your time, a shooting star across the sky
And you will surely cross the line

And it's underneath the moonlight, passing some
Still your heart beats in the moonlight like a drum

And you will run your time, a shooting star across the sky
And you will surely cross the line

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Trust Me - Lyrics - Anthology - Janis Joplin

Title: Trust Me
Album: Anthology
Artist: Janis Joplin
Composer(s): Bobby Womack

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Lyric:
Trust in me baby, give me time and gimme time, gimme time
I heard somebody say, "The older the grape
Sweeter the wine, sweeter the wine"

Oh, my love is like a seed, baby, just needs time to grow
It's growing stronger day by day, yeah
That's the price you've got to pay

Trust in me baby, give me time, gimme time, please, a little more time
Takes a road runner just a little bit a longer, dear
Oh, to make up my mind, I gotta make up my mind

Oh, my love is like a seed baby, just needs time to grow
It's growing stronger day by day, yeah
That's the price that we both got to pay

I gotta know, know that I'm ready, oh ready to settle down
'Cause I think too much of your loving, baby
Yeah, I don't wanna mess your life around

So if you love me like you tell me that you're doing, dear
You shouldn't mind paying the price, any price, any price
Love is supposed to be that special kind of thing
Make anybody want to sacrifice

My love is like a seed, baby, just needs time to grow
It's growing stronger day by day, yeah
That's the price we both gotta pay

Trust in me baby, trust in me baby
Trust in my love in my heart
Keep the faith, baby, keep the faith in me, dear
In my arms, in my love

Don't turn your face away from me, dear, oh you leave a lost girl,
Oh, don't turn your love away, no no no no no no no,
You gotta believe in me, baby, yeah, trust me dear, oh

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This Train Revised - Lyrics - 1200 Curfews - Indigo Girls

Title: This Train Revised
Album: 1200 Curfews
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Amy Elizabeth Ray

Lyric:
It's a fish white belly
A lump in the throat
Razor on the wire
Skin and bone
Piss and blood
In a railroad car, 100 people
Gypsies queers
And David's Star

This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
(This train)

Measure the bones
Count the face
Pull out the teeth
Do you belong
To the human race
Doctor doctor are you unkind?
Do you shock the monkeys?
Cover our eyes with clear blue skies

This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory now
This train

Here is a dancer
Who has no legs
Here is a healer
(Here is a teacher)
Who has no face
(Who has no hands)
Here is a runner
(Who has no feet)

Here is a thinker
(Here is a builder)
Who has no head
(Who has no back)
Here is a writer
(Who has no voice)
These are the questions
(These are the answers)
Stacked like wood

This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory now
This train

This train is bound for glory
(This train gonna carry my mother)
This train is bound for glory
(This train gonna carry my father)
This train is bound for glory now
(This train gonna carry my sister)
This train
(This train gonna carry my brother)

(Here is a teacher)
(Stacked like wood)
This train gonna carry my sister
(Here is a healer)
(Stacked like wood)
This train gonna carry my brother
(This is a builder)
This train gonna carry my sister
(Gypsies queers and David's Star)
This train is
This train is bound for glory

These are the questions
Stacked like wood
These are the answers
Here is potential gone for good

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Twisted Heat - Lyrics - Ryde Or Die: Vol.2 - Dmx

Title: Twisted Heat
Album: Ryde Or Die: Vol.2
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Mel Jason Smalls, Kaseem Dean, Carl Terrell Mitchell

Lyric:
We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' your hood
But how many y'all kill

Bounce that ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that talk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be scummy
And'll go for the money

Ready to ride when they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks
The real gun runner never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt

Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from side to side
Niggaz if it's static then pass me the strap

Gonna ride 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi
Let's get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, fall out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the block

Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, they bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them dice and win
Girls with 'fits that show the skin

Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen
Real hoes let your best friend know about men
'Cause I be squeezin' ass
And'll make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and Beanie

While them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes
If you want herb we got bombs

Twista
(Drag-On)
Twista
(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna kill me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla feel me

By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit fire light
And the bitch I don' fucked like last night
I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine that I read
Is when I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach?
I suggest y'all run from it

And the click-click from the Calico, I gotta go
Make it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' that dough
Cookin' that coke to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is every color top that crackhead cop
I don't care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got enough money to cop me
A drop, pop enough glocks

Drag, open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on leavin' is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the white T
All I really do is argue

Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin'
With your insides open

Twista
(Drag-On)
Twista
(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow down
Drag, Twista, listen up
These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out here
(They damn sure don't)
This is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get ignorant

Twista
(Drag-On)
Twista
(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
When I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry there's nothin' I could do

Should not've fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up
Lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out
Especially when I tell her turn around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come back and I think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit

You gon' make me pull a all nighter
Standin' in front of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won't miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)

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Loneliness Of A Middle Distance Runner - Lyrics - Jonathan David - Belle And Sebastian

Title: Loneliness Of A Middle Distance Runner
Album: Jonathan David
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Richard William Colburn, Christopher Thoma Geddes, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Stuart Lee Murdoch, Isobel Campbell, Michael Cooke, Sarah Ann Martin

Lyric:
I'll take a second of the day to think
About the things that we have done this year
The dog lies down, the pouring rain
I'm underneath the smokers railway arch again

The future's looking colorful it's the color of blood
Chaos and corruption of a happy soul
A happy soul will ride in the field
Ride in the field, ride in the field
Till the rain dies down

The railway ticket states the destination
But it doesn't mean that we will show
There's a fork upon the line
We'll pay the guard to switch the sign off

We go to future's looking wonderful
It's the wonder of the businessman's conspiracy
To sell you wares, no one cares, oh, you care I know
You care I know, you care I know I forgot for a while

On a sulky afternoon spent in dispute
You'll give yourself a headache, yeah
So I spend the day in stories and in dreaming
Of the time when we're on stage

Have you seen the loneliness of a middle distance runner
When he stops the race and looks around
I like the stage, I've seen it now, I'll walk to the station
Walk to the station, walk to the station won't you follow me?

Walk to the station
Walk to the station
Walk to the station
Won't you follow me?

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Third Rock From The Sun - Lyrics - Joe Diffie

Title: Third Rock From The Sun
Artist: Joe Diffie
Composer(s): Anthony Jerome Martin, Tony Martin, John Greenebaum, Sterling Whipple

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Lyric:
Welcome to Earth, third rock from the sun

She walks into Smokey's one hip at a time
Like a broken field runner, slippin' through the line
He likes the way she looks so he calls the liltle wife
Says, don't wait up for me, I'll be workin' late tonight

Wife hangs up the phone bursts into tears
Calls her sister up and cries get over here

Sister tells her boyfriend be back in a while
Boyfriend wants a beer, the store is just a mile
He leaves the motor runnin', he'll only be a minute
His car drives away with teenagers in it

The driver tells his buddies got one life to live
They scream into the night, let's get it over with

Cause and effect, chain of events
All of the chaos makes perfect sense
When you're spinnin' 'round, things come undone
Welcome to Earth, third rock from the sun

The kid guns the gas, car starts to swerve
Heads for the semi truck jumps the curb
Truck hits the big boy in Schoney's parkin' lot
Who flies through the air takes out the bank clock

Clock strikes a light pole transformer sparks
Lines go down, the town goes dark

Waitress calls the cops says, she saw it all
Swears a giant alien has landed at the mall
Cops ring up the Mayor, say there's panic in the streets
We hate to wake you up but we can't find the chief

Mayor says, use your head if he ain't in his car
He's hidin' from his wife down at Smokey's bar

Cause and effect, chain of events
All of the chaos makes perfect sense
When you're spinnin' 'round, things come undone
Welcome to Earth, third rock from the sun

Cause and effect, chain of events
All of the chaos makes perfect sense
When you're spinnin' 'round, things come undone
Welcome to Earth, third rock from the sun
Welcome to Earth, third rock from the sun
Welcome to Earth, third rock from the sun

Welcome to Earth, third rock from the sun

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52 - Things I Like - Lyrics - Behind The Music - Kj

Title: 52 - Things I Like
Album: Behind The Music
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Jonah Sorrentino

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Lyric:
Heres a few things that I like now, making beats on my MPC
Picking up an underground CD or mix tape
Diggin' through record crates
Goldin' stay looking for the perfect break to sample and truncate

Raw raps on a raw track
Copping mad timberlands like the mall that you shop at
Combat fatigues a notebook full of rhyme schemes
That I keep in my backpack

Anthem of a life rockin' the mic
Spending a little time showing love to my wife
The way Christ loved us sacrificed His life
Bore them stripes restoring the life

Doing shows on the stage seeing souls getting saved
Hearing this track being played in your escalate
As you roll through the hood sitting on blades
Cats gonna bug when they hear they mom say

I'd like the hands up, keep ya hands up
Party people in the front I need ya hands up
And when ya hands up leave your hands up
See there's a lot of thing I like but only one thing I love

I'd like the hands up, keep ya hands up
Party people in the front I need ya hands up
And when ya hands up leave your hands up
'Cause there's a lot of thing I like but only one thing I love

I like Saturdays and just waking up late
I like things right away 'cuz I don't like to wait
I like tasty cakes, and Philly cheese steaks
And the Tampa Bay bucs and Miami hurricanes

Now I like my shoes clean with a fresh pair of jeans
And some rice and some beans and a box of krispy kremes
And I like mt dew 'cuz I like the caffine
And the pistons and wolverines is my sports teams

I like the double double at the in and out burger
But I don't like Mc Donalds always mess up my order
I like my man spongebob and home star runner
I like flip flops and tank tops in the summer

I like to make goofy faces when I smile for the camera
I like to rock old school hip hop and MC Hammer
I like X box clean socks I like Canada
But there's I want and this is what I'm asking ya

I'd like the hands up, keep ya hands up
Party people in the front I need ya hands up
And when ya hands up leave your hands up
See there's a lot of thing I like but only one thing I love

I'd like the hands up, keep ya hands up
Party people in the front I need ya hands up
And when ya hands up leave your hands up
'Cause there's a lot of thing I like but only one thing I love

I love the way that God just takes a man
And then changes him gives him strength to stand
And I love when the world says I ain't got a chance
See I'm loving that you're the one that tells me I can

And I just love the fact that you just loved me first
And you erased the past freed me from the curse
And even at the times when I just act my worse
I love that ya take me back that I don't deserve

And I love every time that I open your word
That I see in every line every chapter and verse
That your love made you die and that love that occurred
It left you crucified 'cuz your love for the world

And I love how you just love me so much
And I love how you provide just more than enough
With the rhyme that I say now that I bust
See I like a lot of things but you're the one I love

I'd like the hands up keep ya hands up
Party people in the front I need ya hands up
And when ya hands up leave your hands up
See there's a lot of thing I like but only one thing I love

I'd like the hands up keep ya hands up
Party people in the front I need ya hands up
And when ya hands up leave your hands up
'Cause there's a lot of thing I like but only one thing I love

See there's a lot of thing I like but only one thing I love
'Cause there's a lot of thing I like but only one thing I love

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Prayer - Lyrics - Weekend in the City - Bloc Party

Title: Prayer
Album: Weekend in the City
Artist: Bloc Party
Composer(s): Gordon Moakes, Matt Tong, Russell Lissack, Kele Okereke

Lyric:
Lord, give me grace and dancing feet
And the power to impress
Lord, give me grace and dancing feet
Let me outshine the moon

Is it so wrong to crave recognition?
Second best, runner-up
Is it so wrong to want rewarding
To want more than is given to you?
Than is given to you

Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice
I will dazzle them with my wit
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice
I will dazzle, I will outshine them all

Standing on the packed dance floor
Our bodies thrown in time
Silent on the weekdays
Tonight I claim what's mine

Is it so wrong to crave recognition?
Second best, runner-up
Is it so wrong to want rewarding
To want more than is given to you?
Than is given to you

Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice
I will dazzle them with my wit
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice
I will dazzle, I will outshine them all

Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice
I will dazzle them with my wit
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm, I will slice
I will dazzle, I will outshine them all

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Strike A Nerve - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature

Title: Strike A Nerve
Album: Naughty By Nature
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Anthony Criss, Vinnie Brown

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Lyric:
(Strike a nerve)
Yo bitch, it was some bitch in a seminar
Talkin' 'bout you, had to get up early to wax this
(Strike a nerve)
Them other motherfuckers said, you couldn't even wax that dirty bitch
So wassup y'all?
(Strike a nerve)

I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the fuck up, ho"
Shit, shaved and bathed a day, then I must go
Ugh, this is Everyday All Day, let's all say
Pluckin' enough and roughin' 'em up and fuckin' 'em up always

Bet, let's talk about a back flash, ya jackass
That fast you flash witta match, your fast rap
And even though you didn't know me before the flow solo
It's no slow way to go, bolos I throw or sold

Let's pick a bitch to pick with peekaboo
I see you through your crew, now whatchu wanna do?
After that, caps off to the black frost
My pants always sag 'cause I rap my ass off

You wanna talk about a badboy 'Sanchoi'
I'm bad as they come, chum, and nasty like [Incomprehensible]
To Vin Rock and KayGee, I'm the baby
Droppin' the ladies, cravin' ya maybe, I have the right to be lazy

Got more stretch to my swing and the stretch of a chicken wing
The flavor is bacon and it's cravin', is ice cream
I'm too trucked to be fucked and too live, otherwise
Ya drive by's smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed

Runnin' and comin', drama starin' wit a stellar
I need so many lumps, I'll use your head as a braille book
Many friends ships ink, quick, fast
It'll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your little tired ass

You tried to swing this way, you little swifty
Ha, ha, ha, slum bitches still miss me
I do the dumpin', humpin', clappin' like thunder
And that's comin' from a land down under

Yo, I'm sick of dis shit, man
Niggas tryin' to cut, they rocks none
(Strike a nerve)
Yo, they tryin' to make us drop
Vin Rock sayin' he don't rock enough
Yo, kick that shit

Prepare for the worst 'cause I ain't livin' lose
I wouldn't just give a fuck 'cause givin' is free and my fuck's cost
[Incomprehensible] your loss in The Source 'cause I know no way
I been there before, maybe 5-6 times a day

Sometimes I put my hands on my head when I'm done, from
And wondered to myself where did dat def shit come from?
And then I think about the Naughty and the Nature in it
And then the Flavor, then the figures, while I'm flowin' wit it

So I won't give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten
You can't touch this, fuck what them throats written
I got tracks, better known as snaps, far forbidden
And the warm do, I know, I know how to make ya feel it

I'll take a head, I'll make ya spread and now lay back
I tell you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie don't play that
So don't start, there will be none is the lesson, folks
I hate cigarettes but my Smith-N-Wessun smokes

From anywhere, from any corner, anytime that's right
Who you bashin'? I go blast in broad daylight
You stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figure's soft
I got nuff props from buckshots that niggas caught

Ya say you can't go to the takin' me out close
Huh, in that case, you shoulda named your album 'Almost'
I wouldn't rely on the try if I was you, yo
'Cause I'm turnin' tries into 'Oh, oh's' and 'Hell no's'

I wouldn't be caught dead witchu up in tryin' it
And if I was goin', I get my stiff ass up and rip shit
I can't go out like a wooden sock with padlocks
I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots
I write a day, to me it's a common caper
Say so much shit, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet paper

Yeah, Vin Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, y'knowI'msayin'?
(Strike a nerve)
That's right, so everybody sleepin' on the up, stay off of my dick
(Strike a nerve)
We're gonna stomp this time around, word up
(Strike a nerve)

Look who's mother's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters
Mrs. Happy Thing is in the back, catchin' quarters
Come and try to run wit it, never in a lifetime
Thirty [Incomprehensible] could act at Caesar's, still I bet I get mine

I heard your girl's havin' a baby, now will what she have?
A bag of dope, a bottle or crack or a sess bag
There ain't a part of me with 'Sorry' written on it, slick
You couldn't rock a crooked cradle, you fuckin' prick

The way I rock could shit, you just often like it
My style's so fat, I had to throw it on a water diet
Bullshit, ya not, I ain't the type to be fuckin' with
Wreckin' with and if I mic attest it, I'll be neckin' it

Onslaught at an encore, you stinkin' rat
You're so dumb, you tried to buy a fuckin' thinkin' cap
Now that tells us in a sec, right where your head is at
In between some bitch's legs, lookin' ass and lap

My name is Treach, remember this and don't you ever 'fess
That's a shame, I get two minutes just to say, "Next"
Fuck, who follows you, you and them could help each other
I treat you both like any other motherfuckin' runner
This is the Flavor, tasty although sugar-free
So have a Coke, have a smile and have a booger, G

Why? 'Cause you don't mean shit to me
I'ma take you [Incomprehensible] where good shit's meant to be
I rock a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track
Droppin' more shit than white castles and neck slacks

A studio to me is just a chance to rock, G
I rock and rock, goddamn, call me VinRocky
It's just what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
I say one thing and your whole crew's walkin' out

So do the lyric here, this is one lyric less
If I were you, I'd take and throw 'em on his fuckin' neck
Something that flow should come straight from the horse's mouth
Mr. Ed's dead, so his ass is the best way out

Shit, man for hire, this hitman is the law
I run more tracks than a San Francisco trolley car
Prepare for the winter, oh, yeah
I could write your fuckin' album and you'll soon be the last one there

I start to heat up and rip shit in one, see
You couldn't get it hard, if the eyes were on Broad Street
So don't you ever never tell me, I'm not good enough
I got more stuff than a teddy bear, from ass to gut
This is a solid, you could never outlast
If bullshit was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ass

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