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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3 Days Ago - Lyrics - Hurt No More - Mario Winans

Title: 3 Days Ago
Album: Hurt No More
Artist: Mario Winans
Composer(s): Tony Aliperti, Michael Carlos Jones, Mario Mendell Winans

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Lyric:
Time is taken a toll on my life
These days keep on passing me by
I want to see you, but there's no time
So I sit here and stare at the sky
And I'm hopin' that you realize
I want to feel you, but there's no time

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

Time, just won't see me eye to eye
I'm still waiting for you to reply
I need to hear you, but there's no time
So I'll skip this line
I can't deny I miss you
Can we spend more time?

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

I've waited so long to wait for you
And spend all my food, will I ever get through?
What can I do to get this through?
My love is for you, your love is for me

I just can't waste any more time
So tell me what's with you and I
I waited for you so give me time

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

Yesterday you said that we couldn't get away
The day before I was alone like any other day
3 days ago I wrote this song just for you
Will I ever get through, through to you?

Baby, baby, baby
Oh will I ever get through to you baby?

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A Bid Farewell - Lyrics - The End Of Heartache - Killswitch Engage

Title: A Bid Farewell
Album: The End Of Heartache
Artist: Killswitch Engage
Composer(s): Joel Stroezel, Justin Foley, Adam Dutkiewicz, Mike D'Antonio, Howard Jones

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Lyric:
Hey ahh

I will bid farewell
Sever the ties
Is this all I am?
Is this all thats left?
Turn from deceit, the love of self is death
Deliverance is given to you
Save you

I will bid farewell
Sever the ties
(Sever the ties)
Now your heart beats back with deception
You have been forsaken
Leave behind
(I will)
All reminders of you
Of you

I will bid farewell to all lies
I will bid farewell sever the ties

[Incomprehensible] searching always searching, hoping for a change
I will never be satisfied, I will never be
I will never be satisfied, I will now bid farewell

I will bid farewell to all lies
I will bid farewell sever the ties

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Actin' Up - Lyrics - MH - Marques Houston

Title: Actin' Up
Album: MH
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Dreux Frederic, Jerome Jones, Thabiso Nkhereanye, Patrick Smith, Christopher Stewart

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Lyric:
Yeah
Just let it ride
Check it

She's complicated, it's so frustrating
Sometimes I think that this girl is crazy
Can't explain it, [Incomprehensible]
Screams my name, I can't let her go

First we kiss and then we fight
[Incomprehensible] off the chain every night
Shorty knows what I like
And I can't get it off my mind

Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad
She treats me so damn bad
She's still the best I ever had
That's why she's got me

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

Infatuated, intoxicated
Got me buggin', gotta love her
I be stressed, I'm such a mess
I'm next to you, makes no sense at all

In the morning, in the evening
Sweating you 'cause I believe
What you give from head to toe
Me and you, girl, let's get it on

Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad
She treats me so damn bad
She's still the best I ever had
That's why she got me

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

FIZZ
Ay yo, ay yo, the great's is back
What?
Oh no, oh no, it's Fizz in the back
What?
The clock is tickin'
Y'all shouldn't have started slippin'
Puttin' us together, man, what was y'all thinkin'?

Now she got me finin'
Man, she got me thinkin'
The way that thing is shakin'
It's got me double blinkin'
Oh no man, she's so incredible
The way she bring it up and bring it back to the floor, oh

How she acting has got me reacting
If she is somebody's girl
I'm guess Fizz is jacking
Leaving us alone ain't no telling what could happen
All you fellas reppin', Lil' Fizz is packin'
What?

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

She's got me actin' up
She's got me actin' up
The way she backs it up
Can't stop actin' up

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Addicted - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Addicted
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Daniel Jones, Christopher Charle Lloyd, Michael J Clervoix, Adrian Jermaine Mobley

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Lyric:
Yeah, G-Unit
Yeah, ey, ey

I think I gotta' have it
And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
I'm goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block

Yeah, it's like c**** to an addict
It ain't too hard for me to grab it
Goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block

Man, I think I'ma dig it to to the life
That I had so I risk it runnin' the street
With the h*** more, three deep in the SUV
The bigger you blow, the less you see

The more you hear, the real n**** lost his life right there
It's hard to believe the flipper's the reason he's not here
So he came over somethin' that ain't his
That jeopardize the well being of him and his kids

That's how it is, Cig's in the whole crib
Dope that told pigs, live with broke ribs
Or went and got a dirt with the worms
With the result of the codes, packed funeral homes

Know the names 'cause we tattoo in the morn'
I'm gone, just cruisin' back to in the morgue
So f**** rap, we comin' at to you with a song
When you hear that pointed at you and your gone

I think I gotta' have it
And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
I'm goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block

Yeah, it's like c**** to an addict
It ain't too hard for me to grab it
Goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block

I got my pocket's right, my rocks are bright
The drop is blue and the watch is white, right
That's why they watchin' me as far as I can see
It's all mockery and I'm tryna' be all lockin' me

Now that my foot's in the door, there's no stoppin' me
It's pure poetry, I got a lil' pock' in me
Not internationally, they jockin' me
'Cause my money green and blue like Monopoly

They all left a name all around the globe
Get still South side, I was bought up by the curb
And I was told, everything ain't gold
It's to the glitter, they had to drain the pain with the liquor

The world don't turn, unless the money move
The early bird get the worm and the dummies lose, true
We hear the strugglin' in the grind when I talk
I breathe and I bleed New York, ey

I think I gotta' have it
And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
I'm goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block

Yeah, it's like c**** to an addict
It ain't too hard for me to grab it
Goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block

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A Design For Life - Lyrics - Forever Delayed - Manic Street Preachers

Title: A Design For Life
Album: Forever Delayed
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Sean Moore, Nicholas Allen Jones

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Lyric:
Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free
What price now
For a shallow piece of dignity

I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my dirty face
To wear the scars
To show from where I came

We don't talk about love
We only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end

A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life

I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my pretty face
To wear the scars
To show from where I came

We don't talk about love
We only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end

A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life

We don't talk about love
We only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end

A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for

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Affirmative Action - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: Affirmative Action
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Dave Atkinson, Anthony Cruz, Inga Marchand, Corey Mckay, Jean Claude Oliver, Samuwel Barnes, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
This is what, this what they want huh?
This is what it's all about
What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, you know I mean?

Niggaz comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet man
You know what I mean?
Niggaz don't understand the four devils
Lust, envy, hate, jealousy
Wicked niggaz man

Yo, sit back, relax, catchin' contacts, sip your cognac
And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler

Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch 'em and break, undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, Fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome

We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key heroin, they found his head on
The couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out

Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my people from Medina they will see you
When you re up on your heater all your cream go between us

Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin' niggaz to fiends

Yukons and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy
With mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just Wake
It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate

And now the projects, is talkin' that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me

"Life's a Bitch" but God forbid, the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so, hellfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin' Foxy at Demars
Movin' cars, your top papi Senor Escobar

In the black Camaro
Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions

In the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
He money bags got Moet, Sean Don
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we shittin' hard like Czar

Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge

My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jewel, sippin' Cristies
Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy

The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke

Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though
Flippin' the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin' villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait it's half and half

Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight

We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty

Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another KI
The Firm baby, volume one, uhh

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Afraid 2 Fly - Lyrics - A Little Deeper - Ms. Dynamite

Title: Afraid 2 Fly
Album: A Little Deeper
Artist: Ms. Dynamite
Composer(s): Hernst Bellevue, Nasir Jones, Niomi Maclean Daley

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Lyric:
In my heart the sharpest pain, the darkest clouds up in my brain, anger
So immense and rage so deep, each time he took one away from me
It's only now I see, they were angels too good to be, here in this Hell
On Earth and so he set them free, only now I see now I'm sure
I don't want no more brothers and sisters growin' up in this cold world of war

I ain't ready to die but I ain't afraid to fly
And go check my bros and sistas on da other side
I ain't ready to die but I ain't afraid to fly
And go check my bros and sistas on da other side

Everyday they still walk with me, every night they still talk to me
They spirit deep in my soul, they oh so, far but closer than close, it's only
Now that I see there are no more tears to shed, I done some crazy shit
To ease all the mad confusion and numbness in my head, only now I see
It's alright, good hearts don?t die they just fly to be in peace beyond the sky

I ain't ready to die but I ain't afraid to fly
And go check my bros and sistas on da other side
I ain't ready to die but I ain't afraid to fly
And go check my bros and sistas on da other side

Where there's no evil and no greed, no sign of war cos everybody's free
Where's only joyful tears are cried, there's no pain no tears no lies
He'll free your soul free you're mind, when its your time its your time

I ain't ready to die but I ain't afraid to fly
And go check my bros and sistas on da other side
I ain't ready to die but I ain't afraid to fly
And go check my bros and sistas on da other side

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A Little Past Litle Rock - Lyrics - Lee Ann Womack

Title: A Little Past Litle Rock
Artist: Lee Ann Womack
Composer(s): Jess Brown, Brett Jones, Tony Lane

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Lyric:
I had to leave my life in Dallas
That town will always be you
In every crowd, on every corner
In every face I'd see you

So with nothin' more than a tank of gas
I drove away without lookin' back
And I guess that's how I got where I am
Goin' anywhere as fast as I can

And I'm a little past, little rock further down the line
Too soon to know what's up ahead, too late to change my mind
I gotta keep my heart out of this and both hands on the wheel
I'm learnin' more with every mile just how leavin' feels

It's a lonely stretch of blacktop out into the blue
Don't know where I'll go or what I'll do
I'm a little past, little rock
But a long way from over you

These headlights on the highway
Disappear into the dark
And if I could have it my way
I'd go back to where you are

Oh, but I can't turn this thing around
And nothing short of breaking down
Is gonna get me off this road I'm on
Oh, and I'm still a far cry from gone

And I'm a little past, little rock further down the line
Too soon to know what's up ahead, tToo late to change my mind
I gotta keep my heart out of this and both hands on the wheel
I'm learnin' more with every mile just how leavin' feels

It's a lonely stretch of blacktop out into the blue
Don't know where I'll go or what I'll do
I'm a little past, little rock but a long way from over you
I'm a little past, little rock but a long way from over you

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All Because Of You - Lyrics - Naked - Marques Houston

Title: All Because Of You
Album: Naked
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Pierre Medor, J Cobb, Rufus Moore, Van Mccoy, Richard Preston Butler, Dwayne Nesmith

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Lyric:
Corner boys

I can't blame you if you wanna leave
'Cause I'm not the man that I once used to be
But there's a change that has come over me
So before you go, listen to my last plea

(All because of you)
Ooh, you're the love of my life
And I was doin' wrong but I wanna do right, girl

(All because of you)
No more stayin' out all night
I wanna make it right, wanna change my life, girl

(All because of you)
I don't wanna play no games
Wanna change your name to my name, baby

(All because of you)
Not gon' be the man that I used to be, no
I'm changed because of you

Can't take back the things that I did before
But baby, I'm promisin' that my heart is yours
(Yours)
I know it ain't easy, baby but you gotta believe me, baby
All I'm askin' for is one more chance, I'm changed because of you

(All because of you)
Ooh, you're the love of my life
And I was doin' wrong but I wanna do right, girl

(All because of you)
No more stayin' out all night
I wanna make it right, wanna change my life, girl

(All because of you)
I don't wanna play no games
Wanna change your name to my name, baby

(All because of you)
Not gon' be the man that I used to be, no
I'm changed because of you

I, I, I, I, I wanna do right by you, girl
I, I, I, I, I wanna spend my life with you, girl
I don't wanna play no games, wanna change your name to my name, baby
I'm turnin' in my player's card, all because of you

It used to be that you in the club poppin' bottles, wrists glistenin'
Shorty tried to tell me, 'Chill' but I wasn't listenin'
I can't deny, you knew me from bein' immature
One way of sayin' sorry, take you to the country store

You told me all you really wanted was to see me more
Then the stress hit me hard like a meteor
I hit rock bottom, you was there to pick me up
I neglected you, we didn't hug, didn't kiss enough

But you never threw nuttin' up in my face
Gave me all your love and your warm embrace
But now I see I'll neva find another like you
You the type boo, make a playa, wanna wife you

But me and you, this money's not a issue
When I miss you, when I touch you, I can feel it in my palm gristle
I'm still wit you and I'm sorry 'bout the way I did you
[Incomprehensible]

(All because of you)
Ooh, you're the love of my life
And I was doin' wrong but I wanna do right, girl

(All because of you)
No more stayin' out all night
I wanna make it right, wanna change my life, girl

(All because of you)
I don't wanna play no games
Wanna change your name to my name, baby

(All because of you)
Not gon' be the man that I used to be, no
I'm changed because of you

Hey Mike, that's how we getting sad, corner boys
[Incomprehensible]

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All Eyez On Me - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - Monica

Title: All Eyez On Me
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): La Shawn Daniels, Quincy Jones, Rodney Jerkins, James Ingram, Monica Arnold

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Lyric:
I see you girl, darkchild
I got my eyez on you
Monica, let me see what you workin' with
Let's dance, yeah come on, come on

When I step in the club
There's so much love
All eyez on me
All the girls and thugs
Glasses go up
It's that time, baby

If you're looking right
And your game is tight
Come chill with me
Get up on the floor
And dance some more
The night's just beginning

I can feel your eyez on me
You're watchin'
And off up in the club
Tonight it's poppin'
And I can tell that you're feeling it, too
Know you do, know you do

Now when I'm doin' my thang
You checkin' for me
Just step my way
Don't you be
Too shy or be ashamed
You get love from me

So when we movin' close
We're toe to toe
Just dance with me
And when we've come to an end
Me and my friends
We'll do it again

I can feel your eyez on me
You're watchin'
And off up in the club
Tonight it's poppin'
And I can tell that you're feeling it, too
Know you do, know you do

I can feel your eyez on me
You're watchin'
And off up in the club
Tonight it's poppin'
And I can tell that you're feeling it, too
Know you do, know you do

Come on let me see you work it out
I'm a pretty young thang, I'ma turn it out
Party all night, workin' it out, till the lights out
Till the early morn, till the morn

Don't you know now is the perfect time
I can make it right, makin' you all mine
Baby, tonight if you hold it down
I can give you all that I got

I can feel your eyez on me
You're watchin'
And off up in the club
Tonight it's poppin'
And I can tell that you're feeling it, too
Know you do, know you do

I can feel your eyez on me
You're watchin'
And off up in the club
Tonight it's poppin'
And I can tell that you're feeling it, too
Know you do, know you do

I can feel your eyez on me
You're watchin'
And off up in the club
Tonight it's poppin'
And I can tell that you're feeling it, too
Know you do, know you do

I can feel your eyez on me
You're watchin'
And off up in the club
Tonight it's poppin'
And I can tell that you're feeling it, too
Know you do, know you do

I see you
(Ah, baby)
You watchin' me
(Ah, baby)
I see you
(Ah, baby)

All eyez on me
(Ah, darling)
All eyez on me
(Ah, darling)

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All Good - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: All Good
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Jean Claude Olivier, Sean Combs, Kimberly Jones, James Mtume, Darrin Lockings

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Lyric:
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good

Every word I utter, I feel strictly gutter
That's why I touch more green than Tiger's putter
So you mad motherfuckers mutter what you wanna
I ain't worried 'bout none of ya and I'll say it in front of ya
I hear the snakes hiss, talkin' reckless
Thought I'd let it go and I wouldn't stress it
Haters in the street, y'all worse than the press is
And they all wanna hang like the charm on my necklace

I guess things just ain't the same for gangsters
How a snitch nigga make a record called "Wankstas"
Everything these haters do just to degrade ya
Only made me strong, I say thanks for the favor
Now the D.A. wanna give me time in the feds
I'm from Brooklyn, I could do that time on my head
Comes down with my weave straight sittin' on bread
At the gate, gettin' picked up in a new Coupe [Incomprehensible]

It's all good
If you drivin' or ridin' the bus
It's all good
In the struggle and the times is tough
It's all good
It don't matter, you can ride with us
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
If you hustlin' and huggin' the block
It's all good
Workin' 9 to 5, punchin' the clock
It's all good
It don't matter how you get that guap
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

See, I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, my nigga need bail
It's been a couple weeks and he been sittin' in a cell
The only way to reach him through phone calls and mail
Balloons stuffed with lah up in the chocha
Now my man in the can gettin' money and gettin' high

He used to keep me fly, he had the 6, I had the 5
So you know a chick gon' ride or die for her guy
At age 14, I was puttin' in work, at age 16, I was movin' that work
Gettin' paid for drivin' state to state
Smugglin' weight, prayin' I don't bump into jake
I traveled through a few places with the burners in the suitcases
Thank God for Big
Damn right, I love the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

It's all good
Niggaz run around stuntin' and frontin'
It's all good
Talkin' shit but ain't sayin' nuttin'
It's all good
It's aight 'cause they time is comin'
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
They hatin' on me but they copy my style
It's all good
Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
It's all good
You know you can't keep a good bitch down
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

Cowards huff and they puff but won't blow shit down
I come through like two airplanes in midtown
Nigga, my get back's the get down
Hit the big nigga first and make the rest sit down
They all talk loud, when they see you, they quiet down
Fagots violated, I wish they'd try now
Just watch how they bitch up, story start to switch up
Punks gettin' left off right where I pick up

Picture in Vogue, Spring-Summer issue
Shoot game official like a ref with a whistle
You know when I do it, I'm doin' it monumental
Leave you speechless kinda like an instrumental
They ask me if I know what true happiness is
Do I ever feel regret for all the things I did?
Hell no, I love the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

It's all good
Niggaz run around stuntin' and frontin'
It's all good
Talkin' shit but ain't sayin' nuttin'
It's all good
It's aight 'cause they time is comin'
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
They hatin' on me but they copy my style
It's all good
Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
It's all good
You know you can't keep a good bitch down
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good

It's all good
If you hustlin' and huggin' the block
It's all good
Workin' 9 to 5, punchin' the clock
It's all good
It don't matter how you get that guap
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

It's all good
If you drivin' or ridin' the bus
It's all good
In the struggle and the times is tough
It's all good
It don't matter, you can ride with us
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good

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Alone - Lyrics - MH - Marques Houston

Title: Alone
Album: MH
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Tony Oliver, Tony Scott, Marques Houston

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Lyric:
Alone
Na na na na na na
Alone
Na na na na na
I know
(Listen up)

Questions cloud my head with why
Tears on my pillow as I cry
Makes no sense for us too say goodbye
Impossible to hide this pain inside

Thinkin' 'bout the times we shared
Makes me wonder if you even cared
Contemplatin' should I let you go
Girl why'd you leave me?

Alone
I been seatin' here waitin'
By the phone
Give anythin' to hear
Your tone
It was all my fault
I know
Now I just stand here

Alone
Still remember the day when everything
Went wrong
Try to think how it would be if you hadn't
Gone
Away, shoulda made you stay
Now I just stand

Stormy nights and cloudy days
Can I fix it, what can I do, what can I say?
It feels as if I'm stuck in a maze
With no way out I think I'm goin' insane
So alone without you
Where'd you go I miss my baby boo
It's a shame 'cause I can't breath without you
Please come back girl, 'cause I'm missing you

Alone
I been sittin' here waitin'
By the phone
(By the phone)
Give anythin' to hear
Your tone
(Yeah, ooh)
It was all my fault
I know
(I know, I know, know, know)
Now I just stand here

Alone
Still remember the day when everything
Went wrong
Try to think how it would be if you hadn't
Gone
Away, shoulda made you stay
Now I just stand

Why, why, why
Did you leave out of my life?
Need you right here by my side
Why, why, why?
Oh why?

Alone
I been sittin' here waitin'
By the phone
(By the phone)
Give anythin' to hear
Your tone
(Give anythin')
It was all my fault
I know
Now I just stand here

Alone
Still remember the day when everything
Went wrong
Try to think how it would be if you hadn't
Gone
Away, shoulda made you stay
Now I just stand
(Stand)

Alone
I been sittin' here waitin'
By the phone
Waitin' by
Give anythin' to hear
Your tone
Can't leave you alone, can't leave you alone
It was all my fault
I know
Now I just stand here

Alone
Still remember the day when everything
Went wrong
Try to think how it would be if you hadn't
Gone
Away from me, shoulda made you stay
Now I just stand
Alone

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Alouette &Amp; Me - Lyrics - Go! - Letters To Cleo

Title: Alouette &Amp; Me
Album: Go!
Artist: Letters To Cleo
Composer(s): Stacy Jones, Scott Riebling, Kay Hanley, Greg Mckenna, Michael Eisenstien

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Lyric:
So you'd trade me in for them
When they're so mean
I wouldn't do that if I were you
Why would you say all those love things
When you knew you'd leave?
I wouldn't say that if I were you

Alouette and me
I don't wanna know you lately
Alouette and me
Why did you go ruin everything?

In a dream I held my head up
But I'm not brave
Let them see it, what you've done
Stultifier, you're such a liar
And you should be so ashamed
Let them see it, what you've done

Alouette and me
I don't wanna know you lately
Alouette and me
Why did you go ruin everything?

But it's alright and I'm not mad
Even though I'm not there for you no more

Alouette and me
Just mark off the territory
It's the strangest thing
It doesn't hurt but I won't forget the sting

But it's alright and I'm not mad
Even though I'm not there for you no more

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American Bad Ass - Lyrics - The History Of Rock - Kid Rock

Title: American Bad Ass
Album: The History Of Rock
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie, James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich

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Lyric:
Yeah and I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I played their game and as they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
And if I come off soft then chew on this, are you scared?

Devil without a cause
And I'm back with the Beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks
Thirty pack of Strohs, thirty pack of hoes
No rogaine and the propane flows

The chosen one, I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab from the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that

I'm going platinum, sellin' rhymes
I went platinum, seven times
And still they ill, they wanna see us fry
I guess because only God knows why, why why why

Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey, let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey, aah, gat, fuck y'all

I like AC-DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the Kings Of Rock
Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, The Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones

Pass that bottle around, got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown the underground stoned fuckin' pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass

But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock, The Clash, boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash

Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey, let me hear where your at and say, hey hey
I'm givin' it back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey, uh, uh, uh, gat

Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin' around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker, you just can't fuck with
Twisted Br-Br-Brown Brown, Trucker

I'm an, American Bad Ass, watch me kick
You can roll with rock or you can suck my dick
I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place

Super fly, livin' double wide, sidecar my glide
So Joe C can ride
Full sack to share, bringin' flash and glare
Got the long hair swingin' middle finger in the air

Snakeskin suits, Sixty-five Chevelle's
See me ride in sin, hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell, so if you do
Give the next generation a big, fuck you

Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said fuck highschool, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, check my hits, I know it stinks in here
'Cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit

Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
Say hey hey, let me hear where you're at and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say, hey hey, show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey

I'm a cowboy, bad ass in black, singin', hey hey hey hey
From side to side, from front to back, say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit City back on the map and singin
Hey hey hey hey, Kid Rock's in the house and that's where I'm at

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American Way - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: American Way
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): George Clinton, Kamaal Fareed, David Spradley, Nasir Jones, Garry Shider, Kelis Rogers

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Lyric:
Political, "Recently there has been an emergence of
Socially conscious and political rappers
It seems to be a new trend in the Hip-Hop world"

Nas is a rebel to America
Nas is a rebel to America
Nas is a rebel to America

Yeah, check it, uh, spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa
Beard lil' longer, feel strong enough stop ya
Drill sergeant, still thorough, wheelbarrows of distilled vodka
Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell

On cat tranquilizer rap guys get bank
And think they messiahs, but they liars
Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue
I'm American too, but I ain't with the President's crew

What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to?
You ain't got the ghetto with you
Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse
Talkin' 'bout Rap the Vote, you ain't thought about

The black vote mean Nathan
Who you gonna elect, Satan or Satan?
In the hood, nothin' is changin', uh
We ain't got no choices

Who to choose, ten years ago they were tryin' to stop our voices
And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites
Condoleeza Rice, I don't really get this chick

Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools
About poor children
Then she gotta prove
That she ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool

Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules
Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom, you confused
Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose

Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry
On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey
You MC's on that old slavery path
The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh

See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves
Cops brutalize us, get dealt with with shells
It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win
Need somebody from the hood as my councilman, uh

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
('Cause that's the American way)
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way

Up in the steam room chillin', ex foliating the skin
It's rarely men conversatin' on ends, probably businessmen
I sense good taste, and they watch us, the spot's an expensive place
Manhattan, New York, I'm try'na keep steamin', it's good for the lungs

Had plans for the evenin', this man leans in, his boy's laughin'
Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men
This always happens since all Black women care about is
Who got dough and all we do is call them either bitch or a Black hoe

I say first brotha, you ain't gotta be that cold
Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go
The biggest example in scandal of history
Were Monica Lewinsky or Donald Trump's pimpin' spree

Most woman who love Jeevanji of Gucci
Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies
But who are we to blame, not the dames
It's a man-made game, in all essence, our woman the same

Beautiful creatures, black girls birthed the earth
So they deserve to earn man's purse
Matter fact, I'm about to go shoppin' with my dime
Catch you cowards the next time, next rhyme, uh

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
(That's the American way)
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
('Cause that's the American way)

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
(What up, K? That's the American way)
Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
(Ha, yeah)

I don't care about the runaways, I don't care about who's gay
I don't care about the dyin' of AIDS, but I care if I got paid
Who even cares about the President, I think we're makin' a mistake
I don't care about the hurricane as long as my baby's safe
I don't care about the candidates, they burnt this country into bits

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
Can we make a change, you know it's not overnight
Let's start the fight
(And ya don't stop, uh)
Can we make a change, you know it's not overnight
Let's start the fight

Yeah, I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
Nas is a rebel to America

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A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): George Clinton, Salaam Remi, Chucky Thompson, Isaac Hayes, Nasir Jones, L.E.S

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Lyric:
Get ready get prepared
This is Prophecy, God is with us

I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y'all feds
Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hard heads
Abrochrombie and Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman
Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed
The project logic is still salute the dead, glocks spit
Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, View Mount
Otis Ville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale
Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk war hurts much to gain

Till the day we all say may your pain be champagne
Then we all blaze away at our enemies, may they die easily
Long as they perish forevers what freedom means to me
Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things
Thrown away, zonin' gray, GT, Diesel jeans airs and chucks
Solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts on some pretty tone shit
Haircut looks airbrushed and they're aware of us though
And we don't give a flyin' 747 fuck though stayin' on my hustle

A message to those who trapped us up
From Federal guys who backed them up
We never will die, we black and tough
Lead in your eye, we strapped to bust
Half of us been locked up inside the beast
Look at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton streets
Queens, even the Congo needs dreams
Our bullets and triggers our enemies pullin'
On innocent women and children

It wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke
And put guns in our buildings but I'm not gon' cry
And I'm not gon' just stand and watch you die
I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand come on let's ride
A message to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ
The same regime, what God has built you never can break
What God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws
You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting
You devils will run back into the caves you came from
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won
Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations

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Anarchy In The U.K. - Lyrics - So Far, So Good, So What - Megadeth

Title: Anarchy In The U.K.
Album: So Far, So Good, So What
Artist: Megadeth
Composer(s): Steve Jones, Glen Matlock, John Lydon, Paul Cook

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Lyric:
Right now

I am an Antichrist
I am an anarchist
I know what I want and
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy passerby

'Cause I wanna be anarchy
In the city

Anarchy for the UK
It's coming sometime maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme

'Cause I wanna be anarchy
In the city, the only way to be

How many ways
To get what you want?
I use the best, I use the rest
I use the enemy, I use anarchy

'Cause I wanna be anarchy
In the city, follow me

Is this the MPLA?
Or is this the UDA?
Or is this the IRA
I thought it was the UK
Or just another country
Another council tenancy

And I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchy
And I wanna be anarchy
Get pissed destroy

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Another Invented Disease - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Another Invented Disease
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore

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Lyric:
Drugs come out of boredom, babe
U.N. exports it everyday
Their armies feed the ghetto lame
Government approve it just the same

Daylight bores the sunshine out of me
I need to feel alone amongst the weeds
Daylight bores the sunshine out of me

I need to feel
(I need to feel)
I need to feel
(I need to feel)

We need and we will always need
Another invented disease
We need and we are taught to need
Another invented disease

Left alone in corporate slums
Where germs are free not amex fun
Healthy bodies in empty minds
Only exists in advert time

Daylight bores the sunshine out of me
I need to feel alone amongst the weeds
Daylight bores the sunshine out of me

I need to feel
(I need to feel)
I need to feel
(I need to feel)

We need and we will always need
Another invented disease
We need and we are taught to need
Another invented disease

Sunk deep in my TV
Maybe sucked the soul from within me

We need and we will always need
Another invented disease
We need and we are taught to need
Another invented disease

We need and we will always need
Another invented disease
We need and we are taught to need
Another invented disease

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Are You Satisfied? - Lyrics - Doubt - Jesus Jones

Title: Are You Satisfied?
Album: Doubt
Artist: Jesus Jones
Composer(s): Mike Edwards

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Lyric:
Are you satisfied?
Do you know what you want?
Will it go with you when you die?

Oh, the things I could do for you
If you want me to
If you want me to you've lost the point
Start again

All the things you want from me
Don't come easily
If I give them away they're worth even less
Than they are now

Are you satisfied?
Do you know what you want?
Will it go with you when you die?

When the time's gone by
Will you ask why?
There was so much left to try?

How do you do these things?
I don't see any strings
When you pull me in and everything is
All I want from you

Here before my eyes
You have set the prize
But as soon as I touch
It always turns to dust

Oh, how do you do it?
Oh, how do you do it?

All the things I could do for you
If you want me to
All the things you want from me
Don't come easily

Are you satisfied?
Do you know what you want?
Will it go with you when you die?

When the time's gone by
Will you ask why?
There was so much left to try?

How, how do you do it?
How, how do you do it?
How, how do you do it?
How, how do you do it?

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