Another Story To Tell - Lyrics - Double Up - Mase

Title: Another Story To Tell
Album: Double Up
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Harold Beatty, Anthony Best, Brian Holland, Mason Betha, Edward Jr Holland

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Lyric:
Yo, since I've been in this game, yo
A lot of funny shit that happened with these hoes, man
And this shit I?m ?bout to tell you Mase
Is a true story, Puff know the bitch, uh, yo

You know I don?t wanna come across foul
I?m only telling you about my lifestyle
I had a girl named Kate I date in Georgia State
Girl named Samantha I met in Clark, Atlanta

I even knew these girls named Laura and Yvette
Switched up giving me head in Georgia Tech
Now flip the script, mess with girls that strip
Give ?em tips just so I can feel I?m they his

They like, Mase I like your eyes and I love your lips
I?m like, that ain?t enough to make you sit in the six
She said Mase, lot of things I wanna teach you ?bout
If I tell you my past, it?ll freak you out

Save your dough, you know I wanna treat you out
Fuck sucking your dick, I wanna eat you out
I?m like whoa now, slow down
You remind of these young chickens I knew from uptown

Got a butt like this girl that worked in Motown
So if we ain?t gonna fuck then where we go now
I don?t move too fast, you move too slow
You wasn?t saying this just a moment ago

You was sitting at the bar just spending my dough
You owe me something bitch, you gon? blow me or something
She said this thing you need to know before we fuck
I ain?t like all these other sluts

And if I told you I was a virgin you wouldn?t believe me
I know getting pussy for you is easy
You hit every bitch from Antee to a Tuskegee
Plus you know I know your girlfriend Kiki

And for a moment honey tried to freak me
But being the man I am I?m still in pimp mode
Could tell she was Harlem ?cause I seen her zip code
And then she started showing me pictures of Flip Mode

So I?m with my man and you know we gon? discuss her
All I could hear is him saying, don?t trust her
You know her lil? cousin fuck with Usher
Plus her best friend got a baby from Busta

So I layed back and peeped the ho?
It?s her word against his, I can?t believe the ho?
Yo, I only knew this girl from a weekend ago
And I figure she a freak, Cease would know

So I called up my nigga, I?m like Cease what up, what up
Is she a freak, nigga?
Cease been fucked, but Cease admitted
Yo, that he ain?t even hit it, now y?all I really don?t get it

And she tried to play mike like he?s some nigga in a Civic
And sucked Puff dick for some Budweiser tickets
Yo, you believe this bitch, yo?
She sucked his dick for some Budweiser tick

That bitch gonna give me my shit B, word up
I?m not even fucking playing
I bet you she give me my watch back though, I bet that
And all my fucking ice better be in it, too
Matter of fact, I want my fucking couch out that shit B
Word up, tell your sis get my fucking couch B, I ain?t fucking playing

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Claire - Lyrics - Static Prevails - Jimmy Eat World

Title: Claire
Album: Static Prevails
Artist: Jimmy Eat World
Composer(s): James Christopher Adkins, Richard E Burch, Zachary Michael Lind, Thomas Darrell Linton

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Lyric:
One chance to show your face
There's one shot all you get
Pass by your one good thing
Lift your head back shoot and chase

Never hear you laugh like that, so full
Not since you were nine

Unsettled, severing always severing old ties
One last goodbye may last the rest of your life

Learn your restricted ropes
Paint a Cross on your left hand
One good thing signed away
And with it your only hope

Attention focused on today
So quiet slip behind my back

Unsettled, severing always severing old ties
One last goodbye may last the rest of your life

One way trip can work both ways
Loose ends kept untied make better friends
The things you buy may someday leave you
(Can you say full ride?)
I can still see you
(Can you say?)
I can still see you
(Can you say full ride?)
I can still see you around
(Can you say?)
Around

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Club Song - Lyrics - Rest Is History - Jin

Title: Club Song
Album: Rest Is History
Artist: Jin
Composer(s): Jin Auyeung, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
{Aye yo Jin there's a couple things you gotta have
When you doin' ya club record
I got you don't worry, "Guru play the beat"
I always wanted to say that on a record
You gotta have that, you gotta have a ho, ho, ho
Gotta have two of those, hit 'em with a woo, woo, woo
I like that, thats not bad, come on
oh yea, you know what else you need?
Just blaze}

You can't help but love the way that he flow
When he leave the club ladies be like
"Did you see which way did he go?"
Battle raps are cool but not for radio though
When my single drop, I'm a charge like eighty a show
If you droppin' with me get ready for a pitfall
When my shit hit stores, I'm a charge a bit more
Man, I'm tryin' to corp my toys in two
And stay away from the boys in blue
It's 'cause I'm gettin' dough, the beast are mad at me
These cops are jokes like Police Academy
Too much stress and I ain't blew up yet
Went from the seven train to the Lex, got you upset
I never stress over a chick, I'm slick like Lou Rawls
If I was Papasmurf, you couldn't give me blue balls
Thick dick playa, rip through walls
Balls so large, it couldn't fit in two jars

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

Throw ya hands high reach for the sky
For my piece of the pie, I'm a beast, I ain't speakin' no lie
I'm frequently high, freak a bunch of freaks
In the back of the jeep, Alpines reachin' it's peak
I put them to sleep, ain't no reason to speak
Why I creep, got 'em sayin' that they'll leave in a week
Poof be gone, I won't miss you at all
Now you sayin', I did you wrong, I ain't Dich Whedo
Gotta passion, no for gassin' hoes
Live my life like everyday's a fashion show
I ain't playin', you know what I'm sayin'
I wasn't talkin' 'bout ya I.Q. when I told you, gimme some brains
Fam, you better play your part
'Cause ya girl, she 'bout to have a change of heart
When I come through, find me in the cut like the stitch
Gettin' wild love 'cause I'm Rick James bitch

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

I'm playin' Play Station braggin'
In the back of a gray station wagon
I need ya jeans saggin'
Ain't used to the club, what am I thinkin'?
Only tunnel I been to, is the Holland and the Lincoln
Problem when I'm drinkin', I get tipsy easy
Leave the bartender a hundred dollar tip, believe me
Shorty on the dance floor, down to get inside of it
Said she,"Celibate" I said,"Cool, I only buy a bit"

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

I'm in here pimpin' fam
Why else would I walk up limpin', man?
And me bein' the pimp, I am
Shorty order what you like 'cause it's on me

I'm in here pimpin' fam
Why else would I walk up limpin', man?
And me bein' the pimp, I am
Shorty order what you like 'cause it's on me

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

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Crush On You (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Crush On You (Remix)
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): James Lloyd, Christopher Wallace, Andreao Shaunee Heard, Jeff Lorber

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Lyric:
Undeas
Lil' Ceaser, Queen Bee
That's me
Check it, Lil' Kim

Yo, I'll be buyin' MV's, so all my girls be eyein' Cease
Comin' backstage, dyin' to get pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin' wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist
Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage
While you walk the street until your feet get calloused

Take you on a natural high, like a pilot
It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad
When it's all over put your vote in my ballot
It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice
Spend a night, in lil' Ceases' palace
It'll be all good as long as you don't act childish
While you standin' there with the Crist' in your cup
The worse come to worse keep this on the hush

I know you seen me on the video
I know you heard me on the radio
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

Aiyyo shorty, won't you go get a bag of the lethal?
I'll be undressed in the bra all see through
While you count your jewels thinkin' I'ma cheat you
The only one thing I wanna do is freak you
Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes
And I'll be doin' things that you won't regret
Lil' Kim the Queen Bee, so you best take heed
Shall I proceed? Yes indeed!

I'ma throw shade, if I can't get paid
Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade
You can slide on my ice like the Escapade
And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade
Who me? Not you, oh yes, who's he?
I even dig yo' man's style, but I love yo' profile
Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up
But don't blush, just keep this on the hush

I know you seen me on the video
I know you heard me on the radio
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

While you tryin' to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, 'cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
I told you before, when I first pursued
I want a interlude, in the nude

You know I love the way you feel-a, sip my tequila
Works from the dealers, all in chinchila
Heat up the clutch, seven-fifty deluxe
Then we speed down the hutch, breakin' trees in the dutch
I'm not the one you sleep wit, to eat quick
Want a cheap trick? Better go down to FreakNik
You got to hit me off, buy this girl gifts of course
So I look slick, in my six, with my Christian Lacroix

I know you seen me on the video
I know you heard me on the radio
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
...

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After Love - Lyrics - Press Play - Diddy

Title: After Love
Album: Press Play
Artist: Diddy
Composer(s): Nate Hill, James Washington, Keri Lynn Hilson, Jacoby White, Sean Combs, Timothy Z Mosley

Lyric:
I'm used to him all around
Feelin' kinda stuck these days because of you
And I'd be on the highway
If only I could leave my place because of you

I used to be on top
But I ain't got nothin' better to say because of you
And I've been tryin' to hide it
But it's written all over my face

So I, I really thought you were the one, the only one
I guess that I was wrong
But it turned out you weren't it, the opposite
Of everything I thought

What do you do after love?
What can you say when it's said and done
'Cos you can't hide a heartbreak
When you can't stop these tears from fallin' down
So what do you do? What do you do after love?
After love, after love, after love, after love

I remember first day that I saw her face
The feelin' I had, sorta felt like my birthday
Beautiful, I must say, she was my earthquake
Cute face, nice shape, she made my earth shake

I'ma try and keep the faith, do it like the church say
She the one for me and I don't care what him or her say
Thought I had a home run but I'm just at first base
I found out in the long run, just another heartbreak

So how much can my heart take? You was like air to me
You know I wouldn't leave, I needed you to breath
See life is but a dream, so is love and I believe
If you ever been in love, you would know what I mean

So Lord, help me please, I wanna see the light
She keep tellin' me I'm wrong but I know I'm right
I'm tryin' to ignore her 'cos I don't wanna fight
I know I make mistakes but still I need her in my life

Tell me how I'm supposed to heal this open wound
And tell me who would've thought that I'd be tryin' to get over you
I'm stuck in the moment of memories of me and you
And I can get over it but I ain't sure if I want to

Because you done made your bed
Now you gotta lie in it
Now all the things you said
Don't mean a thing

I can't believe I gave you one last shot
I let it ride, now baby, it's your stop
Oh, so silly, now the joke's on me
It took a while to finally come to my senses

What do you do after love?
What can you say when it's said and done?
'Cos you can't hide a heartbreak
And you can't stop these tears from fallin' down
So what do you do? What do you do after love? After love

But this is what you need to do, pay attention
'Cos you know who I'm talkin' to and I know you listenin'
I think about you all the time, if not every minute
I promise hurtin' you was never my intentions

There's somethin' 'bout your style, the way that you present it
Every fantasy I ever had, you was in it
I apologize for every time that you might've cried
There's not enough words to describe how I feel inside

Guardian angel, sent from the skies
I always knew you would have made a beautiful bride
And that's why I wish you could've stayed, so much
But I fucked up and went and betrayed your trust

You know there's no more Dolce & Gabbana
Gucci, Prada, trips to Nevada
And I admit what you heard is probably true
But outta all these girls, the only one I loved was you

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Desperado - Lyrics - Kenny Rogers

Title: Desperado
Artist: Kenny Rogers
Composer(s): Don Henley, Glenn Lewis Frey

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Lyric:
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Ben out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one but I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
But it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones you can't get

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom
Well that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walkin' through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the nighttime from the day
And you're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feelin' goes away

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from those fences, open the gate
It may be rainin' but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, let somebody love you
You better let somebody love you before it's too late

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Alison - Lyrics - My Aim Is True - Elvis Costello

Title: Alison
Album: My Aim Is True
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Declan Mcmanus

Lyric:
Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl
And with the way you look I understand
That you were not impressed but I heard
You let that little friend of mine
Take off your party dress

I'm not gonna to get too sentimental
Like those other sticky valentines
'Cause I don't know if you are loving
Somebody, I only know it isn't mine

Alison, I know this world is killing you
Oh, Alison, my aim is true

Well I see you've got a husband now
Did he leave your pretty fingers lying
In the wedding cake? You used to hold him
Right in your hand, I bet he took all he could take

Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking
When I hear the silly things that you say
I think somebody better put out the big light
'Cause I can't stand to see you this way

Alison, I know this world is killing you
Oh, Alison, my aim is true, my aim is true

Alison, I know this world is killing you
Oh, Alison, my aim is true, my aim is true

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All I Have To Offer You Is Love - Lyrics - Dusty Springfield

Title: All I Have To Offer You Is Love
Artist: Dusty Springfield
Composer(s): C Wiseman

Lyric:
If all you want's a good time, baby
There's a party down the street
If you're trying to fight an old flame
Well, I can't take the heat
If you're looking for a game to play
Well, I wish you luck

'Cause all I have to offer you is love

If you only want a keeper darling
I don't hold the key
If you're searching for a savior, better
Get down on your knees
If you're looking for the answers, well
Hell, I don't know that much

'Cause all I have to offer you is love

Oh darling, there's a whole lot of things
I've found that I just can't be, no I can't
But if you're looking for a real love, baby
I've got all that you'll ever need
And it might be more than you're after
Or not nearly enough

But all I have to offer you is love

Oh darling, there's a whole lot of things
I've found, I just can't be
But if you're looking for a real love, baby
I've got all that you'll ever need
And it might be more than you're after
Or not nearly enough

But all I have to offer you is love

Sweet love, baby
'Cause all I got to offer you is love
Sweet love
Oh baby, sugar
All I got to offer you is love

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Z - Don'T Let Me Die - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Don'T Let Me Die
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Robert Kelly, Jean Claude Olivier, Alexander Mosley, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Dear God, bring our POW's home
And bring our brothers on lock down, home, Amen

Geah, he's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock
HOV' and this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin'

My nigga Kels, oh yeah, the niggaz is comin'
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, nigga
It's HOV' and none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

Whatever happen, Lord, don't send me back
And whenever I did wrong it was Your name I cried
I heard You forgave over and over again
But when I found that out I became immune to my sins

Lay wide awake in the middle of my sleep
I see dead people and sometimes it's me, Lord
I never wanted to be a Thugfather
I only wanted to be a son of a father

That's how it sounds, it's sad
Worse than the war in Iraq when it's me against I
I gave up the weed and somehow I'm still high
Three years, still seein' the weed in my eyes, Lord

Sometimes I don't know what You want from me
But I do know You know what I want from You
Give it to me c'mon, take away this Hennessey
Take away me runnin' the street
Stop people from hatin' me
Take away all of this jealousy and prejudicy

Thought You said, it was a better place
I grew up around pimps, hustlers hoes and project gangsters
Hard to believe in what I can't see
I gotta get this money and feed my family

Whatever guillotine guides my life
Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight
But if I shall before I wake what shall I say?
It's been a good run from hoodlum to Island estates

How could one, make such foul mistakes
Still be allowed to have a smile on my face?
Hell, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder
In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner

Now my life's straight like a perm
Try to take the spot I earned, muh'fucker better learn

It's Hov, he's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock
Kel and this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin'

Hov, oh yeah, the niggaz is comin'
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

Hey boy, hear me out, got a few mo' things to say
These niggaz be chasin' me like everyday
C'mere, no, my life on crutches, devils say
I'll never walk again but the Devil is a liar 'cause I believe within

You're the reason that I'm still here
Even though I don't act like it
Even though I hear my calling and fight it
Fools do me so wrong, it's hard to stay righteous
Pimping was a mountain to heaven, I'd hike it

Believe me, Lord, I want You
Got money and fame and still it just won't do
Sometimes I don't like who I am
When I look in the mirror, my reflection is Uncle Sam

And every night I have these weird dreams
That a creature's right beside me, wake up and can't breathe
I feel like it's twenty of me
Goin' twenty different directions on a one-way street, Lord

I got houses, money and cars and that
Everything single superstar, I got the whole music industry sewed
But it still don't matter when I'm gone and my casket closed, go

Whatever guillotine guides my life
Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight
But if I shall before I wake I'd accept my fate
I did what I did my heart was in the right place

I did so I could live to put food on my plate
You musta love me not to let it end by 3 that day
Well, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder
In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner

I guess I'm not finished with my journey
Please forgive me for my sins
Shit, I'm still trying to learn, meet Hov

He's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock
Kel and this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin'

Hov, oh yeah, the niggaz is comin'
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, niggas
Kel and none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

[Incomprehensible]

Wrap your arms around us God
Let there be peace and no more war
And bring our soldiers home, let us pray

Hey, hey, hey

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Everything'S Gonna Be Alright - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Title: Everything'S Gonna Be Alright
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Brown, Anthony Criss, Vincent Ford

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Lyric:
Smooth it out
This is a story about the drifter
Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
Who never planned on havin' so dick
Why me huh?

Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright now
Everything's gonna be alright

Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up
Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit?
They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent
I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough

I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a tech in the banana clip
Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crack head
I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did
Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none
Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one
And always wanted to live like just a fat one

Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright now
Everything's gonna be alright

A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
Livin' in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them
Do I have to be like this? Momma said I'm priceless
So I am all worthless, starved and it's just for being a nice kid
Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though
Last stop to hell, I would've ended things a while ago
I ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack
Four squad stolen cars in a black jack

Drop that and now you want me to rap and give?
Say somethin' positive, well positive ain't where I lived
I lived right around a corner from West Hell
Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
And only once or twice a week I would speak
I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome

Some life, it you ain't wear gold your style was old
And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble any game that you can't play
I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now
How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how
Why me, huh?

Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright now
Everything's gonna be alright

My third year to adulthood and still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night
Playin' hide and seek with a machete
[Incomprehensible] like Freddy swipe
Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now
I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week

Than I fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete
I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song?
So don't say jack and please don't say you understand
All that man to man talk just hot damn
If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?
And ill town fell like I stuck-up props, got shot

Don't worry, I hit Bob, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast
They changin' schools, I'm the misfit that will outlast
But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard

If you ain't ever been to the ghetto
Don't ever come to the ghetto
'Cause you ain't understand the ghetto
And stay the fuck out of the ghetto
Why me? Why me?

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Caffeine - Lyrics - Neighborhood Watch - Dilated Peoples

Title: Caffeine
Album: Neighborhood Watch
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Chris Oroc, West Plischke, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Taylor

Lyric:
Yeah, play for keeps, I've to tell you my name, here we go

Yo, I got twenty-four bars to heal these scars
I'm an underground cat but still like money and cars
I'll introduce myself, check it out, ladies and gentlemen
The one and only Evidence, servin' up your medicine

Varsity letterman 'E' on my coat
Every time I touch the paper, it's murder he wrote
I'm from a real big city called 'Watch where you go'
A place you think you know only to find out you don't

Born in L.A., it's hard to get star struck
Born in L.A., so I always keep my guard up
Born in L.A., plus deal where I stay
Everyday cats like Julio G pave the way

My crews thick, all sharp, take a pick
All ready to spit or sit down and write a hit
We learn both from the best on both coasts
Couldn't stress enough for the times, we kill chose

Problem here, problem there, got through 'em
Label here, label there, politics and bullshit, we rip
The mic's cocked back, a full clip
I don't preach, I rap, I'm on stage, this ain't a bull pit

This is it, we're up and running, torch is lit
Prepare for marathons, we don't sprint
I save my crew's name for last, injections lethal
It's L.A.'s finest y'all, it's Dilated Peoples

And y'all can't sleep now, play for keeps
We play for keeps now, y'all can't sleep
And y'all can't sleep now, play for keeps
We play for keeps now and y'all can't sleep

There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close
There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close

I got that flow for the street
Stay ahead of the time, stay behind the beat
It's not what you know, but what you can prove
Everyday they keep chasing me down with little clues

It's Dilated from Los Angels
You didn't know friends make better music than strangers
So far, I've been misunderstood
Wherever I fall, I make the category look good

Twenty-six years young when I wrote this down
My whole life ahead of me, I was known in my town
Things started to change and started to stretch
The farther away I went the closer to home I started to get

My actions cause reactions
Some love and hate shit, I don't ask, it just happens
Either or we came to get it started
Before the show find me at the bar drinkin' Bicardi

This is it, the cats worked hard to have things
Here to keep the party up, I rap caffeine
I save my crew's name for last, injections lethal
It's L.A.'s finest, it's Dilated Peoples

And y'all can't sleep now, play for keeps
We play for keeps now, y'all can't sleep
And y'all can't sleep now, play for keeps
We play for keeps now and y'all can't sleep

There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close
There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close

There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close
There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close

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Candyman - Lyrics - Dirty

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Get Me - Lyrics - Amerikaz Nightmare - Mobb Deep

Title: Get Me
Album: Amerikaz Nightmare
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Tajuna Perry, A. Bryant, Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
(Get me)
Uh huh
(They pretty)
Uh huh
(Wit me)
Uh huh
(It's crispy)
Yeah
Whoo! Uh huh, uh huh, yo

Y'all just blowin' smoke, fan in the fire
Your wife is gettin' curious homie you better hide her
Keep it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me, I don't like to get stared at
Niggaz only mad 'cause they asses can't rap
Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped
Yeah, sealed signed delivered, Anthrax
You got a thousand niggaz I'll do numbers with half that

Catch me whylin' out with a mami in Club Black
Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed
Yeah, if it's something I'm feelin you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing slide baby, what's up with that?
Talk on the jack like feds, got the phone tapped
Havoc make tracks, didn't know, just hold that
Career ain't goin so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga it's a wrap

See the cats in the whips wanna
(Get me)
But I got the pounds and them 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, them gorillas they
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, know them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all niggaz pussy son
Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
So for the 9, I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us, don't get carried away
Call the coroner

Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I talk to him
I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin' four pounds, I walk through them
Either you shook or your 9 spray
You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the head around my way
Fuck with my money you be shot the fuck up
The name Littles got the streets locked the fuck up
Dumped off the bridge, body mopped the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the fuck up

There ain't a nigga that can cramp my style
15 get money, livin' frozen out
You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe
Before I show you what the 9 or three-eighty like
Want beef motherfucker come and get me
All this rap in the booth, or whassup in the street
Not a nickel get sold in the park 'less I eat
Think different the mac'll spin you like the G-Unit piece

See the cats in the whips wanna
(Get me)
But I got the pounds and them 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, them gorillas they
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, know them things is
(Crispy)

Aiyyo, hey, hey
Look I walk around with my pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze, missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
How I roll? Why would you ask?
Know I'm swingin' my piece, pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
I know you all roll with the boys with the badge
That's why when you kick that gangsta rap, homie I just laugh
From the ave, where snitches get blast
They say,"No Noyd, you won't blow makin' songs like that"

I say ,"Homie you sell your soul to glitter, it don't last"
I don't get no bigger, I'ma keep it realer to death
Fuck is a check if you ain't bustin' a tec
Nigga we countin' the scrilla with the gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps, think how many straps and vests
We flash the pound around and knuckle down the rest
We hate the e-mails and the phones, the spots get blown
It's deep, we can't even speak in certain rooms

See the cats in the whips wanna
(Get me)
But I got the pounds and them 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, them gorillas they
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, know them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all niggaz pussy son
Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
So for the 9, I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away
Call the coroner

I'm tellin you it's somethin' about them Mobb Deep boys, they no joke
They blood-thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song, it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to blow
They not a group, they a motherfuckin' gang for sho'
More than a gang, we more like a troop and oh
Let's not forget to mention our jewels is whoa
All our guns get blown, all my fools is loc
Everytime we drop a new one the streets gon' go

Straight berserk, cause we don't play with that there
They know it's safe to spend they money over here
Everytime they cop from somebody else, the shit wack
That shit there is doo-doo, the shit here is crack
Get them all higher than Scotty could ever beam them
They know it's safe to spend they doe over here
Fuck that new shit, they high wear off too fast
Them niggaz got garbage, this is that smack

See the cats in the whips wanna
(Get me)
But I got the pounds and them 9's
(They pretty)
See me on the streets, them gorillas they
(Wit me)
Bills in the pockets, know them things is
(Crispy)
Yeah, you all niggaz pussy son
Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
So for the 9, I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away
Call the coroner

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Get To Know You Better - Lyrics - Share My World - Mary J Blige

Title: Get To Know You Better
Album: Share My World
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): La Tonya Blige Da Costa, Bryce P. Wilson, Darryl Brown, Michelle Lisath, Mary J. Blige

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Lyric:
Why do we go through things unnecessary?
Why can't we understand that our love is the key?
We can solve any problem if we only were meek
But you won't take the time to try and understand me

Our love will grow much stronger
Our love will last much longer
If we would take the time out
To find out what love is all about

That's why I'm saying
I wanna get to know you better
Only if you let me love will grow much faster
Happy ever after, that is what I'm after
I just wanna be with you, you

I do not understand why we can't make it
But I would tell you one thing, I'm not trying to fake it
You can stay if you want to 'cause my love is the same
I will not disappoint you and I won't be the blame

Our love will grow much stronger
Our love will last much longer
If we would take the time out
To find out what love is all about

That is why I'm sayin'
I wanna get to know you better
Only if you let me love will grow much faster
Happy ever after, that is what I'm after
I just wanna be with you, you

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la

I wanna get to know you better
Only if you let me love will grow much faster
Happy ever after, that is what I'm after
I just wanna be with you, you you, you
...

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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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Count On Your Nigga - Lyrics - Venni Vetti Vecci - Ja Rule

Title: Count On Your Nigga
Album: Venni Vetti Vecci
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Robert Mays, Jeffrey Atkins, Irv Gotti

Lyric:
Uh, yeah
It's Ja Rule nigga
Uh, uh, yeah
Feel this
Uh, Ja Rule nigga
Def Jam, Ja

Look at my life style it's dangerous
When I was young this sorta life was contagious
Hustlin' hard like them sharks down in Vegas
My gat and I come bust spontaneous
This world made us to take only what they gave us
The game is our loss watch yo gloat
Then show you that this world ain't yours
Push crack like swingin' doors and leave strips wide open
Ja's holdin'

A pair a nines and ya'll cats foldin'
My life ain't been all that goldin'
This rhyme hit me at a young age and kept callin'
I know I'm fallin' into the evil of money and drugs and lose woman
But that's what I'm lovin' about livin'
Bein' I see my birth as a givin'
Knowin' my inner limits this gangbang ain't no scrimmage
Lets play big we're winners beg the Lord for forgiveness
For when I die please take me off your shit list
'Cause I'll be nameless, puttin' them through changes
The J to the A niggas know the flows crazy

What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt you could count on your nigga, yeah

What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die?
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt
You could count on your nigga, yeah

I got a lust for this money, admire them old timers
Assume with no conscience, made a world so chaotic
Opened up my mind and introduced me to narcotics
Brand new wips not this thick the hottest chicks
I just can't seem of keep them offa my dick
The difference is ya'll did ya'll thing on the low
Made a lot of doe, we did our thing high pro
Thou we still blew, I wish I knew dirty money was evil
I never understood until I lost a few people
Dead and gone still their memory lives on

Throw a mural up let them niggas them was loved
Now were in to better things, got our hands on every ring
Crime in the streets, 'cause it's my time
I draw the line between love and war really
Nigga you with me
Your flossin', out side that you fear me
Literally straight up and down with no cross
As God is my witness and Ja is yours
I'm a spit in your directions, hit the floors, Nigga

What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt you could count on your nigga, yeah

What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt
You could count on your nigga, yeah

Uh, yeah
Uh
It's Def Jam
Topp dogg nigga
Recognize
Uh, Uh
Ja Rule nigga
Uh, Uh
Recognize
Def Jam nigga
Uh, yeah
Recognize
Uh, yo
I'm big boy nigga
What the deal big boy
What the deal
Uh, yeah
All my niggas, live on
Dog
We kill 'em all

What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt you could count on your nigga, yeah

What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt
You could count on your nigga, yeah

Uh, yeah

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