5 Boroughs - Lyrics - Krs One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A Little Somethin' - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: A Little Somethin'
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): J T Smith, M Williams, K Floyd

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Lyric:
Here we go, another funky style
Peace to my brothers on 'Rikers' Isle'
Introducin' the crew, that's goin' a mile
To get behind the ropes, stop actin' wild

This here part is like section one
So you can bug-a-loo and set fire to your buns
Early mornin' light is yet to come
And when it come, we'll get buggy in the sun

Females, let your hair down
'Cause this is how we do it when we go uptown
With the funky sound, the razzamatazz
You give me to the sploshers, you can get your blast

Enter at your own risk, some brothers got weapons
Yet you're still steppin', the beats' so funkafied
And answer to the bone, people'll be dancin' alone

Leanin' on the wall next to grandma's mop
With the funky, funky groove that's far from pop
Dosey-do your partner all night long
And all you mothers, bring your kids along

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Yeah, I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Huh, I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Yeah, hah, I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
(Just kick a little somethin')

Ain't no mountain high enough
To overcome this funky like type of stuff
The feds are ridiculous, they call my bluff
Oh, my wrists are too skinny to hold me with cuffs

I got the sure-shot guaranteed mover
Suck it like a hoover and do ya whole maneuver
Don't stop till you get it on

With ya head be boppin' like a bouncy ball
They do it in the park, they do it in the mall
But when I do it, I'm doin' it for y'all
(Yeah)

Asiatic, automatic, your funky fanatic without no static
Flippin' on the freak like I'm acrobatic
You were searchin' for the funk and I had it
Here we go, hand over the cash yo
What chime? Aiyyo, blast the tobasco

Work your body like a dime, oh no
Do the freaky-deaky, the whole girls' cargo
Females on the side, we gotta win 'em, yeah
The back pockets are stuck with nothin' in 'em, yeah

Except my beeper number
Rubbin' all my lumber so I cannot slumber
Makes me sick like an earthquake
So do the baddy-too-true, we got cash to make
Able body, ready to party
All the ladies in the house must be eatin' hardy

And provin' and movin', groovin', so soothin' good for ya
And clinically proven, damn
Every little bit of the tip makes ya taste flip
Like sugar on Ritz, get on down, to the sure-shot sound
'Cause all five burrows are rockin' uptown

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Yeah, I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Whattup? Hah, I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Yeah, hah, I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Aiyyo, aiyyo
(Just kick a little somethin')

Pump up the nasty, nasty, nasty sound
Kick back and let it please ya like a rub down
Put ya body in the lost and found
(Kick that L)
I love the way its goin' down

What you see is what you get
And all the words who's next to be the teacher's pet
Down-home monkey, corn fed, original
And what you do is up to you, the individual

This is the place to be for y'all underage brothers
With the rebel mentality
Sweet young freaks sayin' 'Rock me [unverified]
Skin so smooth lookin' all [unverified]

Video to video, tape to tape
Walkin' through the jam in search of a playmate
Party is packed like a rich mans' fridge
Too many people in the crib

The situation is sweaty and crazy like Eddy
And yes we are ready to funk it up steady
Ain't nothin' here petty
Trip down to your laundry, I'm ready
Hold your horse and baby feel the force
And get jaws off, no matter what the cost

Come out to cloth, get hot like a stove
Early in the mornin', we're dancin' in robes
To a funkafied sweaty, greazy groove
I know the Marley remix to make you move

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Yeah, I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Peace out, hah, I did a little somethin'

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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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Brotha - Lyrics - Who Is Jill Scott? Words And Sounds, Vol. 1 - Jill Scott

Title: Brotha
Album: Who Is Jill Scott? Words And Sounds, Vol. 1
Artist: Jill Scott
Composer(s): Jill Scott, Allen Toussaint

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Lyric:
So many times you tried to cup we
You want to deal without but you can?t touch we
We ain?t invincible, but, Lord knows we are beautiful
And blessed

Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back, no, no, no
Don?t let nobody hold you, control your own motions
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back, no, no, no

Am I my brother?s keeper? Yes, I am
So many times, you tried to burn we
You want to break we down
We ain?t invincible, but, Lord knows we?re magnificent
And blessed

Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back, no, no, no
Don?t let nobody hold you back, keep on movin' on
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back, no, no, no
Don?t let nobody hold you never now
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back, no, no, no

If nobody told you 'bout that, I?m here to let you know that
You?re so wonderful, you?re so marvelous, you?re so beautiful
You're splendid, you?re fabulous
Brilliantly blessed in every way
Your hand touch we

Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back

Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back

Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back
Brotha, don?t let nobody hold you back

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Carousels - Lyrics - Me Without You

Title: Carousels
Artist: Me Without You
Composer(s): Chris Kleinberg, Richard Mazzotta, Daniel Steven Pishcok, Aaron Weiss, Michael Weiss

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Lyric:
On a bus ride into town
I wondered out loud, "Why am I going to town?"
And as I looked around
At the billboards and the stores

I thought, "Why do I look around?"
And I kissed the filthy ground
First dry spot I found
And I didn't have to wonder why I was laying down

Before long I was too cold
Took a bus back to the station
I found a letter left by a pay phone
With no return contact

And it read like a horn blown by some sad angel
"Bunny, it was me, it was me who let you down"
It was the shyest attempt I'd ever seen at conversation

If I didn't have you as my guide
I'd still wander lost in Sinai
Counting the plates of cars from out-of-state
(How I could jump in their path as they hurry along)

You surround me
You're pretty but you're all I can see like a thick fog
If there was no way into God
I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long

And Bonner fair always came through
The first week of September
But it's already the 19th
And there's no sign of it

Yet, I have a hard time
Remembering all the things that I should remember
And a hard time
Forgetting the all things that I am supposed to forget

Oh Christ, when You're ready to come back
And I think I'm ready for You to come back
But if You want to stay wherever exactly it is You are
That's okay too, it's really none of my business

If I didn't have You as my guide
I'd still be wandering lost in Sinai
Or down by the tracks watching trains go by to remind me
There are places that aren't here

I had a well but all the water left
So I'll ask Your forgiveness with every breath
If there was no way into God
I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long, dear

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Change - Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Title: Change
Album: Rotten Apple
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Christopher Charle Lloyd, Jack Polo, Peter Rogers

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Lyric:
Yeah, uh, yeah
I like the way that sound
Now

Check, n**** ya feelin' like a frog in a jump
One weed will bring you from the bottom the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
I'ma rain on 'em, put the chump a slump

Like a rib shot
That's what the customers want
Don't cha, this ain't the typical story
Therefore I don't fall in the category

I'm cool calm and collective
You con'in a Lexus
Blew chronic for breakfast
It match with the necklace

Nines only down til' the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous warn specialist
Especially if you rest next to me
N**** come testin' me, you get the gun recipe

These old n****z want the new born sound
Actin' like they don't know who holdin' New York down
Yeah, I used to buy Nick's, ten years later now
I'm super-fly slick without a roof on my whip, s***

I sip a hundred proof til' I'm ripped
And wave at the haters who got a root canal sick
Tell n****z 'Like to make a scene' so the llama's close
That kind of s*** don't fly like mumma jokes

So they got 'em long-short, Old kinda toast
More out of left s***, trailers all around the coast
To places you get around by boat, I get a pound I smoke
I put 'em down them dope

I'm real scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop
A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot
This apple jacks, be long before the platinum plaques
The Pro Tools and the wax

Take a step back 'fore you catch a contact
The flows like an M-16 with an arm-strap
I'ma bomb on n****z until they can't bomb back
The Hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack

All of s*** changed since a came
A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn'

Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake, I can't wait

Until the curtains close
It's just me and Tony, in them purple O's
Indoor overload, drive like I own the roads
These n****z is p*** that's why my shoulders cold

M by the toted bow, I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer
'Cause I can have Lamina Calina bring to a mister meaner
You drown in deep water, any n**** around come
From the street corner, where you need your heat on ya

I'm on the climb while my next CD climbs South side
Greedy Dine, red wine, DB9, NYPD grind
Why? It ain't an easy grind
A n**** try to get mine, I'ma feed him nine

And it's graffiti time, n****az sprayin' ya mural
For try'na by a motherf***in' hero
I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on the nasty, n**** you in a taxi

All of s*** changed since a came
A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn'

Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake, I can't wait

Ha, ha, yeah, uh
G-Unit
Raw

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Crawl - Lyrics - White Hot Blues - Johnny Winter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Down South Camp Meetin' - Lyrics - Manhattan Transfer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Drowning Lessons - Lyrics - I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love - My Chemical Romance

Title: Drowning Lessons
Album: I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love
Artist: My Chemical Romance
Composer(s): Frank Iero, Raymond Toro, Matt Pellisier, Gerard Way, Mikey Way

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Lyric:
Without a sound I took her down
And dressed in red and blue
I squeezed, imaginary wedding gown
That you can't wear in front of me

A kiss goodbye, your twisted shell
As rice grains and roses fall at your feet
Lets say goodbye, the hundredth time
And then tomorrow we'll do it again
Tomorrow we'll do it again

I dragged her down, I put her out
And back there I left her where no one could see
And lifeless cold into this well
I stared as this moment was held for me

A kiss goodbye, your twisted shell
As rice grains and roses fall at your feet
Lets say goodbye, the hundredth time
And then tomorrow we'll do it again

I never thought it'd be this way
Just me and you, we're here alone
And if you stay, all I'm asking for is
A thousand bodies piled up
I never thought would be enough
To show you just what I've been thinking

And I'll keep on making more
Just to prove that I adore
Every inch of sanity
All I'm asking for is
All I'm asking for is

These hands stained red from the times that I've killed you and then
We can wash down this engagement ring
With poison and kerosene, we'll laugh as we die
And we'll celebrate the end of things with cheap champagne

Without, without a sound
Without, without a sound
And I wish you away

Without a sound
And I wish you away
Without a sound
Without a sound

And I wish you away
Without a sound
Without a sound

And I wish you away
Without a sound
Without a sound
And I wish you away

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Baby Phat - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Baby Phat
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Damon Wimbley, Kurt Walker, Ronald D. Miller, Mark Morales, Damon Kimbley, Dave West, William Waring

Lyric:
Phat phat, uh and along came Pos, phat phat

It's a sure bet
When I stare into your dark browns I get
Overwhelmed, overjoyed, overstep
My bounds, on your touchy subject

Your weight, shape's not what I date
It's you, my crew don't mind it thick, uh uh
Every woman ain't a video chick, nah
Or runway model, anorexic

I love what I can hold and grab on
So if you burn it off, keep the flab on
We gonna stay gettin' our collab on, ow
Girl, we gonna stay gettin' our collab on, ooh ooh
We gonna stay gettin' our collab on

Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world
Tryna get witcha anyway 'cuz I know your a nasty girl
We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat

Claim you outta shape, you not outta place, uh-uh
You keep it natural with no powdered face
Without exercise you got the eye
Starin' you down, make me wonder why

You women wanna frown at them stick figures
On them little ass girls, when a clique of niggaz run up
And try to hurl game for real, your frame holds appeal in the everyday
World in conceal is not the way to go, I'm tellin' you
I had to let ya know, ya need to let it all hang

Don't be scared to show a little of that thang-thang
No matter how you weigh it girl, it's feminine
Got a body everybody wanna know, yeah yeah
Be the private dancer in my Luke show, c'mon girl

Skip the salad girl, bring us both a menu
Eat the whole box of chocolates I send you, hey
See girl, ya more than just apple in my eye
Confess I wanna get up in ya thighs
Downs, the rest'll tell you all the things

Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world
Tryna get witcha anyway 'cuz I know your a nasty girl
We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I love it when y'all broads wear it skintight, skintight
Make the big panties look like little panties, hey
Tryin' to lose that bottom girl you been right
I saw who make ya cookies I should go and thank ya granny, uh huh

Don't mind you being conscious of ya calories
If gettin' paper stack man you'd get salaries
You ain't in this alone I got a tummy to
Just lemme watch the weight, don't let it trouble you, come here girl

Nine ten specimen up in ya jeans
You 'bout a size seven and just make it fit
Slim Fast, lypo and body creams
I'll put you on the dogs I got a candle lit

Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world
Tryna get witcha anyway 'cuz I know your a nasty girl
We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world
Tryna get witcha anyway 'cuz I know your a nasty girl
We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat

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Escapism - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Escapism
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Gregory Allen Webster, Keith Omar Murray, Leroy Bonner, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marvin R Pierce, Norman B Napier, Reggie Noble, Marshall Eugene Jones, Ralph Middlebrooks

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Lyric:
High as a motherfucker
Zonin' on cloud nineteen as the Def Squad takes you
On another eerie place of a dark side
Yes

I escape from the world
To show niggaz that my style is superb
For what it's worth, I'm gettin' off planet Earth
But I gotta redefine gravity first

So I figure, I get my guns and I bust the biggest cap
From the demand of the trigger
I'm equipped to dip with a knapsack
And a survival kit with blunts n' shit, word

I'm in all black with a face money
Wanna double to NASA, to hijack a space shuttle
More ages than curiosity
I enter the back door with animosity, yeah, here's Murray

Searchin' for the astronauts, checkin' my watch
Determined the time I had to be out
I saw my prey without a second delay
Suited up, strapped down, straight and on my way
For five seconds to liftoff I was in the Hell
when I escaped from the world

I escaped from the world
I escaped from the world
I escaped from the world
I escaped from the world

So far, I went through a Milky Way of stars
And landed on my destination, which was Mars, whoa, shit
This planet was foreign and new
As I'm puffin' on a blunt, observin' the view

To my surprise, a spaceship arrived
Out came a Martian with six fingers and three eyes
He spoke a bleeky type of dialect
(Bleek, bleek, bleek, bleek, bleek, bleek)
But understood my form of intellect

I said, "I'm Keith Murray from the planet Earth
Boy, I'm psychosomatic and homicidal with a verse"
My hypercritical form of words busts his brains
And then the whole atmosphere changed, what the fuck?

I was surrounded by some Martians in the hut about to front
I used my last resort and pulled out the Blunts
Lit it, got the whole Martian crew blitted
So now's my chance to try to get acquitted

I said, "I escaped from the planet Earth
To let my mind untwirl because I'm mad at the world
And the murder wasn't premeditated
My language was just misinterpreted"

One acknowledge, I'm right and pulled out the peace pipe
Aight? About to set the vibes right
He lit it with his finger, I smelled the Martian Buddha linger
I felt good 'cause I released some anger

No sooner than the cease of the herb ignite
I was headed back to Earth at the speed of light
Upon my return niggaz thought I was in jail
Nah kids, I escaped from the world

As we zone, on the cosmic type of funk
(Escapism y'all)
We drop mad flows, for the 1990's
(Escapism y'all, escapism y'all)

The Funk Doctor Spock signin' off live
(Escapism y'all, escapism y'all, escapism y'all)
This is how we do
(Escapism y'all, escapism, escape from the world)
Flows enough for the nineteen nineties and we out
(Escapism y'all)

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Before Time Began - Lyrics - Rapture of the Deep - Deep Purple

Title: Before Time Began
Album: Rapture of the Deep
Artist: Deep Purple
Composer(s): Steve Morse, Don Airey, Ian Paice, Roger Glover, Ian Gillan

Lyric:
The daylight fades and the stars come out
But there's never much to talk about
Another day goes rushing by
And here we are just wondering why

We have to belong
With a sense of purpose
That's all we need
Without them we're worthless

Ah, we've come so far but then again
All we see is more of the same
It's getting crowded here, we agree no doubt
Oh dear brother, what's it all about?

Hey you, over there
Why don't you throw down your spear?
We all need some help right now
Now where are we going from here?

Way things are working out
Won't be too long before we have to move
Better start thinking about it
While there's still time to choose

Every day of my life I discover
Someone murdering my sisters and brothers
In the name of some god or another
What do you know?

Every day of my life I discover
Someone murdering my sisters and brothers
In the name of some god or another

For the first precious few, it's time to go
What might have been, you'll never know
All those bad ideas became the law
Oh yes, we've forgotten what we're looking for

All of you angels, it's time to gather your wings
Leave it all behind, you won't need any of those things
We're going on through the darkness, hand in hand
To step into the future, before time began

And for those who remain with your chosen gods
May your prayers be answered

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Fall Down Gently - Lyrics - Men Without Hats

Title: Fall Down Gently
Artist: Men Without Hats
Composer(s): Stefan Doroschuk, Ivan Doroschuk

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Lyric:
She was only a girl, it was nobody's world
And she told me she'd lived for a while
I was only 16 but I knew how to dream
I still dream though its way out of style

I'd rather fall down gently than never fall down at all
I'd rather fall down gently than never fall down at all
Down at all

We were took by surprise as we looked at the size
Of the man that we all called Lord
Just between you and me, well there weren't much to see
What with helmet and blood-stained sword

I'd rather fall down gently than never fall down at all
I'd rather fall down gently than never fall down at all
Down at all

I'd rather fall down gently than never fall down at all
I'd rather fall down gently than never fall down at all
Down at all

So it was somebody's world and I was only the girl
And I told you I'd be here for a while
When you're only 16 and you know how to dream
You keep dreaming 'til the dreaming gets wild

I'd rather fall down gently than never fall down at all
I'd rather fall down gently than never fall down at all
I'd rather fall down gently than never fall down at all
I'd rather fall down gently than never fall down at all

I'd rather fall down gently than never fall down at all
I'd rather fall down gently than never fall down at all
I'd rather fall down gently than never fall down at all
I'd rather fall down gently

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Bout My Paper - Lyrics - Broken Silence - Foxy Brown

Title: Bout My Paper
Album: Broken Silence
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): M Tyler, Inga Marchand, D Willis, Friedmmann Joseh

Lyric:
If it ain't about my paper
(Paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
'Cause I'm about my motherfucking business
(My business)
So you can kill that talking
(Kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
'Cause I'm about to show you
What you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

Who could talk about that money better than me?
Who could stay so hood femininely?
Who stay on 5th Ave spending them G's?
Who's just as controversial as Eminem be?
F O X Y, East Coast, West Side
Who the fuck really want come test I
Don't start no shit tonight
You know them gangsta Brooklyn niggas is quick to fight

But we about our doe, you know how that go
You know Brown come through with the hot ass flow
And go straight at them, quickly go platinum
Still cocky, wrist still rocky
Real chunky niggas still want me
Still touring and shopping in every country
Fox, pooh and pretty run this city

If it ain't about my paper
(Paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
'Cause I'm about my motherfucking business
(My business)
So you can kill that talking
(Kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
'Cause I'm about to show you
What you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

I came here to take my dick out, look out
If you ain't 'bout that sucking, fucking, smoking or drinking
The hooker get out
I ain't come here for no foolishness
I'm cute as lil' bow wow but throw bows like Ludacris
Let me through here, let me bust something
Let me do this shit
The original booth, ain't no fucking duplicate
Passportin' when a pen on the pad

You gotta fuck me right now bitch, I'm the man
Dropping 12th ward B's on them
Bitch I'm loaded so don't ask me about no motherfucking weed aroma
Yeah I'm grammy nominated
When the 'Lou says James Brown ain't been this animated
Bitch I thought I told you
I'm the rappin' Ray Lewis, nigga I'll fold you
That's how these niggas get they shit knocked down
From fucking with mystikal and the chick fox brown

If it ain't about my paper
(Paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
'Cause I'm about my motherfucking business
(My business)
So you can kill that talking
(Kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
'Cause I'm about to show you
What you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

Foxy thing, watch yourself
Show me what you're working with
Foxy thing

Without that cash, what the fuck I'm gaining?
Stop your complaining
When rappers fade, fox is remaining
If you shoot just watch where you're aiming
This is real, it's not entertainment
The same way I ball I could quickly fall
But nah, I'm still here, till I retire

With them chrome things filling my tires
To my niggas in the slammer, with you all stiff hammer
Ain't nothing change, titties still bananas
Still slim, still the prettiest rap broad
No bra, nipples still hard
Yeah La Pearla strings and Belvedere
How the fuck that little bitch do that there?

If it ain't about my paper
(Paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
'Cause I'm about my motherfucking business
(My business)
So you can kill that talking
(Kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
'Cause I'm about to show you
What you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

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Fuck You - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: Fuck You
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Chad Butler, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Wazzup? This Webbie
Trill Entertainment, Young Savage aka Lil' Baton Rouge
However you wanna call it, nigga
Now look at the bad bitches, nigga

Fuck them industry niggas, makin' it hard on me
Fuck that, I'ma keep it in the streets
Long as I got my cd, niggas, I'm straight, ya heard me?
Let's go, this is real gangsta shit right here, check this out, look

Damn nigga, how you do it like that?
Make the gangsta ass niggas bump to music like that
Make them big fine hoes shake they booty like that
Like 21 row scrap wit Lil Boosie it like that

Play mad games wit me, I'll do ya like that
I'm a grown ass man, bitch, pursue me like that
Smoke nothin' but the best when I'm cruisin', laid back
With some trill ass niggas that I knew since way back

Still young, I ain't caught my first murder case yet
Stay scrap and can't wait to push a nigga face back
Number 10106, still I rob a racetrack
Still hangin' in the mix where it ain't safe at

I'm on some foolishness shit with these rugers and shit
I'm on some run in your house, bitch, you move and get hit
I can't take out my grill 'cause I can't take out this reel
I'm the savage shit trill and from my heart, man, I feel

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Get your bitch outta pocket, put some dick in her ass
I got a '84 Baritz and it's sittin' on glass
I'm a young pimp nigga with a whole lotta swagger
And I roll like a stone like my name Mick Jagger

Pussy niggas can't fuck with the pimp in the savage
We gettin' sucked in every city, make a whole lotta cabbage
Gettin' head on the regular level, it ain't shit
Some real trill niggas for life up in this bitch

I never go to war without that motherfuckin' gun
Down South, bitch, we like DMC and run
Like Chuck D say, bitch, my Uzi weigh a ton
I might be on parole but bitch, I'll knock out ya lungs

I come from the city where they sell cocaine
Ya get caught sniffin', niggas knock out ya brain
Leave ya lump in ya lap, your tongue on your dash
So I bust 17 and I smashed the gas, biatch

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Fuck you, nigga, my bloodline sicker
Make a quarter outta nickel, been like that since I was little
From the hood where the killas keep them pistols smokin'
Swishas drink liquor, bang a nigga, Southside gangsta nigga

Fuck everythin' you goin' through, Bad Azz'll punish you
Show no love, love will get you killed, so here we come for you
Gat for gat, stack for stack, my click, they'll beast
It's goin' down where we roam in the hotel suite

Old lady gone crazy, caught me rollin' out 3
I beat that pussy out her drawers and I put her to sleep
You bullshittin' with me, boy, my nerves stay bad
Get one of my convicts out the hood and put that dick in yo' ass

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Fuck all y'all niggas
If you ain't rollin' with us, fuck you, nigga
Nigga makin' all these broad statements
You'll be on the motherfuckin' shirt, nigga

Nigga, face the shit, nigga
If your ass washed up, you washed up
It's a new eras, nigga, for this gangsta shit nigga
And we don't play no game

Y'all niggas be rappin' 'bout that shit, nigga
But we put that tool on yo' bitch ass nigga
Go shit yo' ass down, nigga
Garbage ass nigga, BFI ass nigga

Nigga, we got in this shit straight off you know
Real shit, we got in these streets our damn self, nigga
Nigga makin' all these, we goin' let that shit go though, man
But you know what? F U C K you, mothafucka, nigga, fuck you

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Goin' Crazy - Lyrics - Natalie - Natalie

Title: Goin' Crazy
Album: Natalie
Artist: Natalie
Composer(s): Natalie Nicole Alvarado, Edward Montgomery, Davian Botts

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Lyric:
Ever since the day you went away and left me lonely and cold
My life just hasn't been the same, oh baby, no
When I looked into your eyes the moment that I let you go
I just broke down

Baby if I ever get the chance to be with you again
I would sacrifice 'cuz the feeling that I feel within
No other man would ever make me feel so right

It's nice to smile when I get your phone call at night
But I'd rather have you here with me, right next to me
I miss the way you hold me tight

I gotta let you know I feel so weak without your touch
I never thought that I could ever love a man so much
I gotta let you know I think that we are destiny
For you I'd cross the world, for you I'd do anything

That's right baby, I'm going crazy
I need to be your lady, I've been thinking lately
That you and me, yes we can make it
Just ride with me, roll with me, I'm in love with you baby

That's right baby, I'm going crazy
I need to be your lady, I've been thinking lately
That you and me, yes we can make it
Just ride with me, roll with me, I'm in love with you baby

Break it down now, I'll tell you what I feel
From the moment that I met you its been so damn real
My heart seems to skip another beat
Every time we speak, I can't believe I feel so weak

Tell me that you really need me
And you want me and you miss me and you love me, I'm your lady
I'll be around waiting for you I'll put it down be the woman for you

I'm falling so deep for you crazy over for you
I`m calling, calling out to you, what am I going to do? It's true, no fronting
It's you and no other I can no longer go on without you
I'll just break down

I gotta let you know I feel so weak without your touch
I never thought that I could ever love a man so much
I gotta let you know I think that we are destiny
For you I'd cross the world, for you I'd do anything

That's right baby, I'm going crazy
I need to be your lady, I've been thinking lately
That you and me, yes we can make it
Just ride with me, roll with me, I'm in love with you baby

That's right baby, I'm going crazy
I need to be your lady, I've been thinking lately
That you and me, yes we can make it
Just ride with me, roll with me, I'm in love with you baby

Crazy, lady, lately
Baby

Baby, that's right baby, I'm going crazy
I need to be your lady, I've been thinking lately
That you and me, yes we can make it
Just ride with me, roll with me, I'm in love with you baby

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Going Crazy - Lyrics - Natalie

Title: Going Crazy
Artist: Natalie
Composer(s): Natalie Nicole Alvarado, Edward Montgomery, Davian Botts

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Lyric:
Ever since the day you went away and left me lonely and cold
My life just hasn't been the same, ohh, baby, no
When I looked into your eyes the moment that I let you go
I just broke down
(Down)

Baby, if I ever get the chance to be with you again
I would sacrifice
'Cuz the feeling that I feel within
No other man would ever make me feel so right

It's nice to smile when I get your phone call at night
But I'd rather have you here with me
Right next to me
I miss the way you hold me tight

I gotta let you know I feel so weak without your touch
I never thought that I could ever love a man so much
I gotta let you know I think that we are destiny
For you I'd cross the world, for you I'd do anything

That's right baby, I'm going crazy
I need to be your lady, I've been thinking lately
That you and me, yes, we can make it
Just ride with me, roll with me I'm in love with you, baby

That's right baby, I'm going crazy
I need to be your lady, I've been thinking lately
That you and me, yes, we can make it
Just ride with me, roll with me I'm in love with you, baby

Break it down now, I'll tell you what I feel
From the moment that I met you it's been so damn real
My heart seems to skip another beat, every time we speak
I can't believe I feel so weak

Tell me that you really need me and you want me and you miss me
And you love me, I'm your lady
I'll be around waiting for you, I'll put it down be the woman for you
I'm falling so deep for you crazy over for you

I`m calling, calling out to you what am I going to do?
It's true and no fronting
Its you and no other I can no longer go on without you
I'll just break down
(Down)

I gotta let you know I feel so weak without your touch
I never thought that I could ever love a man so much
I gotta let you know I think that we are destiny
For you I'd cross the world, for you I'd do anything

That's right baby I'm going crazy
I need to be your lady, I've been thinking lately
That you and me, yes, we can make it
Just ride with me, roll with me I'm in love with you, baby

That's right baby I'm going crazy
I need to be your lady, I've been thinking lately
That you and me, yes, we can make it
Just ride with me, roll with me I'm in love with you, baby

Ohh, ohh
Crazy lady lately
Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh, baby

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