Accidentally In Love - Lyrics - Kidz Bop 7 - Kidz Bop Kids

Title: Accidentally In Love
Album: Kidz Bop 7
Artist: Kidz Bop Kids
Composer(s): David Immergluck, Matthew Malley, Daniel John Vickrey, Adam Duritz, David Bryson

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Lyric:
So she said what's the problem, baby?
What's the problem I don't know
Well, maybe I'm in love
Think about it every time, I think about it
Can't stop thinkin' 'bout it

How much longer will it take to cure this?
Just to cure it 'cause I can't ignore it if it's love
Makes me wanna turn around and face me
But I don't know nothin' about love

Come on, come on, turn a little faster
Come on, come on, the world will follow after
Come on, come on, 'cause everybody's after love

So I said I'm a snowball runnin'
Runnin' down into the spring that's comin' all this love
Meltin' under blue skies
Beltin' out sunlight shimmering love

Well, baby, I surrender to the strawberry ice cream
Never ever end of all this love, well, I didn't mean to do it
But there's no escapin' your love, these lines of lightning
Mean we're never alone, never alone, no, no

Come on, come on, move a little closer
Come on, come on, I wanna hear you whisper
Come on, come on, settle down inside my love

Come on, come on, jump a little higher
Come on, come on, if you feel a little lighter
Come on, come on, we were once upon a time in love

We're accidentally in love
Accidentally in love, accidentally in love
Accidentally in love, accidentally in love
Accidentally in love, accidentally in love
Accidentally in love, accidentally

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, accidentally in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, accidentally in love

Come on, come on, spin a little tighter
Come on, come on and the world's a little brighter
Come on, come on, just get yourself inside her
Love, I'm in love

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Act A Fool - Lyrics - King Tee

Title: Act A Fool
Artist: King Tee
Composer(s): R (King Tee) Mcbride, M (Dj Pooh) Jordan

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Lyric:
It's Friday night on the streets of L.A.
I'm goin' out, been hangin' 'round the house all day
So, I take me a shower, dress like a big daddy
Stop at the Arco, put some gas in my caddy

Armor on my wheels, shine up my daytons
Check my 12-gage, I see jackers just waitin'
Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass
Looked for my Zapp tape to pop in my dash

Can't find it, forget it, went under my seat
Found my old fired tape of the song 'Knee Deep'
So, I popped it in, then I pumped it up
Love hearin' funk because disco sucks

Body got chills when the basses started poundin'
I took off because I'm goin' to town and
Won't be back till mornin', don't have to go to school
Better get ready, I'm finna act a fool

The way I [Incomprehensible]

Now, I'm on the move, got a grand in my pocket
Reached for my phone, plugged it in the socket
Heard the dial tone, so I dialed up Aladdin
He answered the phone and said, "What's up?" I said, "What's happenin?"

He said, "Where you been? I been tryin' to get in touch
The party's in Watts," I said, "I don't give a fuck
If you wanna go, just wear neutral colors
If anybody asks you, just tell 'em you're my brother"

Stopped at the store to buy me a Cisco
A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco
Amount and I pulled out a 10
And said, "Fuck it, Supersacco and gin
I'm finna act a fool"

Now, I'm drivin' down Compton on my way to get Aladdin
Feelin' like a pimp till my tape started draggin'
It's a old tape anyway, it ain't no thing
Pulled it out and slapped in Dana Dane

Got to Aladdin's house and I honked my horn
He said, "When we comin' back?" I said, "6 in tha morn"
So, he got in the car, lookin' half-dead
So, I gave him my Cisco and took the 40 to the head

Now, I'm feelin' tipsy and I'm headed for Watts
But wait, what do I see sittin' at the bus stop?
Sexy Susanna had a butt that kills
Pretty long hair but they say it's not real

Aladdin yelled, she threw a rock at my glass
So, I got out my car and drop-kicked her ass
I checked out my window, everything was cool
She was lucky, I was nice and I didn't act a fool

We finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerk
Got out my car, pressed the kit, so the alarm, would chirp
After that we made our way, I tried not to fall
Couldn't walk a straight line if they let me crawl

Got to the door and what spots my eye?
My homeboy, Mr. Prince, and he's smokin' some Thai
So, I stumbled his way and said, "Hey, pass the jay"
I took a hit for my mouth spray

This girl asked me to dance but I told the hoe no
'Cause she was on my tip cause of my big gold rope
But it seems she got offended, that's splendid
Before she starts somethin', I just slap her and end it

'Cause I feel like a gangster and I just don't care
About a girl with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hair
Fake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelry
All she wanna do is tell her friends that she screwed me

I get nutty, act a fool when I want to
Run up when I'm drunk and I just might pump you
Take your car, your wife, keep talkin', your life
Beat you down, like your down and have you smokin' the pipe
Do you know why? Do you know, do you know why? 'Cause I'm cool

Well, kill me
Shoot me, muthafucka
I gotcha
Oh, goddamn

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Addicted To That Rush - Lyrics - Mr. Big - Mr. Big

Title: Addicted To That Rush
Album: Mr. Big
Artist: Mr. Big
Composer(s): Billy Sheehan, Paul Gilbert, Pat Torpey

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Lyric:
Ok, we're rolling

When I was a young boy
My Momma said to me
"Once a woman gets your soul
You'll never shake her free"
These are words of wisdom
It turns out she was right
Gotta find a lover
'Cause I need a fix tonight

Watch it touch me deep inside
Somethin' snaps inside my mind
When I feel it comin', ain't no sense in runnin'
I'm addicted to that rush
Every time we touch, never get enough
'Cause I'm addicted to that rush

Look around I stop and stare
Got to get a taste
Pretty women everywhere
We ain't got time to waste
Lookin' for a little thang
To fit into my plans
On the town I'll hurt you down
I'm walkin' like a man

Watch it touch me deep inside
Somethin' snaps inside my mind
When I feel it comin', ain't no sense in runnin'
I'm addicted to that rush
Every time we touch, never get enough
Woman, I'm addicted to that rush
Every time we touch, never get enough
'Cause I'm addicted to that rush

Watch it touch me deep inside
Somethin' snaps inside my mind
When I feel it comin', ain't no sense in runnin'

Once I thought her lovin'
Was a habit I could break
But when I go without it
My body starts to ache

I'm addicted to that rush
Every time we touch
I'm addicted to that rush, feel it baby
Never, never, never, never, never get enough

Watch it touch me deep inside
Somethin' snaps inside my mind
Oh when I feel it comin', ain't no sense in runnin'
I'm addicted to that rush
Addicted to that rush
I'm addicted to that rush
Addicted to that rush
I'm addicted to that rush
I'm addicted to that rush
Addicted to that rush
I'm addicted to that rush

Hurt me

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Affirmative Action - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A Million &Amp; One Things - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: A Million &Amp; One Things
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
What, this, this here's real, nigga
It's real, nigga, too real
Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
Look, look

This one here's on tha up, dog
For all my people with bad luck, dog
Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog
For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog

For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills

If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill
If I got it ta spend, then I got it to give
But listen, man, I know ya see the ice glistenin', man
I know it make you wanna go get it bad

But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can't name one nigga like me

That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too
What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?
I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84

All tha hoes use ta jock ya, niggas use ta knock ya
Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya
Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies
Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky

Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth
And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten
I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men

I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday
I can't please everybody, but I love my folks
If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look, look, look, where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
Some of my rounds doin' bad, can't even much eat
Every time I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar
Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla

Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo'
I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure
Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo'

Niggas want me ta help 'em, ain't helpin' theyself
You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself
Ain't no love loss, I just gotta stay my distance
Gotta keep my mind straight, before I come up missin'

Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures
Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday
If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Every time I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
My niggas still my niggas, got love for 'em all
I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall

Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke
Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door
No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga
On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla

On the reala, if I could do it, then you could
Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear
Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear

They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga
Do yourself a favor, leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man
I mean every time we come through, man
I do somethin' for my people, man
I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin'

I try ta do things for tha football team
Try ta take care of my people
Try ta show them how ta help theyself

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Animal - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: Animal
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude
Freaky, fre-fre-fresh
We gon' bring it to you somethin' like this

Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal

How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein' rich
You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you bitch
I was thinkin' about rockin' Arribas, but the gators look nice
Nigga was talkin' about they was comin' out like players tonight

They won't let me in with my pistol, I'm okay with the knife-a
Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts
Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar
Get the wife and she could [Incomprehensible] light stars

She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is
Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids
For instance, I can come through bouncin' in this bitch like what
And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up

Wonderin' how do it feel to be with G's like us
Be in a better situation than that all night bus
You're wild hoe be fuckin' up my G's
You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me?

Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal

Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it

I see you watchin' how the boy comes to Grover
And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne
Your potnahs rockin' with you 'til they find out who it is
Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone

I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish
They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with
I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts
I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage

Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq
I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap
If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back
They like it when a gangster take control like that

She feels protected when she in that Lexus
Givin me head, got me takin' all wrong exits
I'm not the people you should be upset with
I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist

Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal

Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it

A gangsta still fightin' charges but he totes that glock
Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot
I be in every hood, see I knows the block
From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops

Nope, I ain't rockin' with them boys I was with
But I'm still blingin' and showin' off my toys in this bitch
When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games
Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names

Claimin', she ain't nuttin' like them boys be sayin'
Shit I'm only tryin' to knock the pussy outta the frame
Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills
Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal

I got my hand wrapped around the steerin' wheel
Hoes like eww, they can't understand the grill
Skip called me up he got them all on chill
Well, let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know

Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal

Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it

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Because Of You - Lyrics - Stay The Same - Joey Mcintyre

Title: Because Of You
Album: Stay The Same
Artist: Joey Mcintyre
Composer(s): L Thomas, R Saadiq, J Mcintyre, D Wahlberg

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Lyric:
I'll never forget what you've done for me
When I think of the past few years
And what I went through
I know I couldn't have done it without you
(Because of you)
I'm a new man, baby, I'm a new man

Because of you
Because of you

Feeling feelings that I never knew
That's because of the fact
That I'm so in love with you
Feels like I'm flyin' but I'm walkin' on the ground
That's because I'm so high
And I'm never comin' down

And to think that just a year ago
I was so strung out and all alone
I never felt so low
Now I got the world in the palm of my hand

And it's all because of you
I turned around my life because of you
I think of all the things that you do
I turned around my life because of you
(Because of you)
Yeah, [Incomprehensible] to let you know

Never believed in miracles
Till you opened up my eyes
Now I know just how it feels
Ooh, you know you're right on time
I'm so crazy 'bout your love
Yeah, you blow my mind

My life is like a resurrection
Talk about your love
We're talkin' pure perfection
Now I got the world in the palm of my hand

And it's all because of you
I turned around my life because of you
I think of all the things that you do
I turned around my life because of you
(Because of you)
Because of you

Because of you
I turned around my life because of you
Every little thing you do
I think of all the things that you do
I turned around my life because of you
(Because of you)
Yeah, [Incomprehensible] to let you know

Every little thing you do
Every little thing you do
Every little thing you do
I turn around my life

Every little thing you do
Every little thing you do
Every little thing you do
I turn around my life because of you

You turn me up, you make me high
When I feel your love, I wanna fly
No matter what we're going through
There ain't nothing we can't do

You turn me up, you make me high
When I feel your love, I wanna fly
Now I know that dreams come true
Because of you

You turn me up, you make me high
When I feel your love, I wanna fly
No matter what we're going through
There ain't nothing we can't do

You turn me up, you make me high
When I feel your love, I wanna fly
Now I know that dreams come true
Because of you

Because of you
I turn around my life because of you
Every little thing you do, every little thing you do
Every little thing you do, every little thing you do
Because of you, yeah

You turn me up, you make me high
When I feel your love, I wanna fly
No matter what we're going through
There ain't nothing we can't do

Now I know that dreams come true

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Better Life - Lyrics - Be Here - Keith Urban

Title: Better Life
Album: Be Here
Artist: Keith Urban
Composer(s): Richard Marx, Keith Urban

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Lyric:
Friday night and the moon is high
I'm wide-awake just watchin' you sleep
And I promise you you're gonna have
More than just the things that you need

We ain't got much now
We're just startin' out
But I know somehow
Paradise is comin'

Someday baby
You and I are gonna be the ones
And good luck's gonna shine

Someday baby
You and I are gonna be the ones
So hold on
We're headed for a better life

Oh now there's a place for you and me
Where we can dream as big as the sky
I know it's hard to see it now
But baby someday we're gonna fly

This road we're on
You know it might be long
But my faith is strong
It's all that really matters

Someday baby
You and I are gonna be the ones
And good luck's gonna shine

Someday baby
You and I are gonna be the ones
So hold on
We're headed for a better life

So hold on, hold on
C'mon baby, hold on
Yeah, we're gonna have it all
And ooo

Someday baby
You and I are gonna be the ones
And good luck's gonna shine, yes it is

Someday baby
You and I are gonna be the ones
So hold on
Just hold on

Someday baby
You and I are gonna be the ones
And good luck's gonna shine, shine on down

Someday baby
You and I are gonna be the ones
So hold on
We're headed for a better life

Oh, a better life now
Oh, a better life, oh, ooo

Hey we're gonna leave this all behind us baby
Wait and see
We're headed for a better life
You and me

We're gonna break the chains that bind and finally
We'll be free
We're gonna be the ones that have it all
You and me

Just hold on tight now baby

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Big Bad Sister - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Big Bad Sister
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Lana Moorer, Mark Howard James

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Lyric:
Oh yeah
Brooklyn's in the house, so come on now
Brooklyn's in the house
Yo, Staten Island is in the house
Staten Island is in the house

So let me hear you say Queens is in the house
Come on now, Queens is in the house
Long Island is in the house, say what?
Long Island is in the house, yeah

The Bronx is in the house, uh
The Bronx is in the house, let me hear you say
Uptown's in the house one time
Uptown's in the house

Well, they're fallin', fallin' but I can catch them
I just toot the whistle and you go fetch them
Bring them back into the real rap attack
Set the soft silly stuff back on the rack

Forty five, yeah baby, forty five, yeah
Tell the silly mothers that we do give a
I'm not a psychic but you can tell your sidekick
In ninety-one, Lyte is kickin' some fly

Take it from me, or could you really take it?
And if you got away with it, would you really make it
In the world of hip-hop, frontin' like you're me?
C'mon now Hobbes, that I could never see

So just step aside and feel it tonight
'Cause comin' to a store near you is M.C. Lyte

Who's that bad? Who's that bad?

I'm bigger than Bono, see I go solo
Broader than broad, see how I soared
The big bad sister from around your way
I'm not tall but I'm small don't matter what I weigh

I kick the copacetic rhyme from the down to earth mind
I get hip with the hop I'm the tip from the top
I go all out, you never see me fall out
Although you hear me yell out, you never see me sellout

Because my rhyme's about a profit, no one can stop the one
Funky lyrics synced with M.C. Lyte 'cause I be droppin' it
The name the Lyte because my skin I'm blacker than black
Comin' right and exact, for the rap attack

Some say they don't like the words I choose to use
I don't give a damn, Lyte will never loose
I ain't no sucka and I ain't into pleasin'
Some critic that criticizes me for no reason

What's with the opinion it's a stated fact
I rule the pack, from the top of the stack
So fuck the stocks and bonds I'm your new investment
Pick up the album it's quite a refreshment

Compared to the day to day bullshit you hear
Pay attention and listen I'm comin' clear to the ear
For all you non believers and you perpetrators
That talk to me now but talk about me later

It's time for you to grieve, grovel in your sorrow
I'm the star of today and the star of tomorrow
I'm takin' out the old jacks, rippin' up the new ones
I don't care if it means I have to ruin

I will and I shall and I get the job completed
Those that don't belong they will be deleted
From the rap roster, I'm not an impostor
I'm comin' to you live with the forty five
Straight from the studio with a view in New York City

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Z - Big Chips - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Big Chips
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven Williams, Robert Kelly, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter, Jean Claude Oliver

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Lyric:
Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, big trips to Vegas nigga
Big cribs and the whips is spacious
Any day they could dig your grave
Shit, so Big is my inspiration, dig

No reward that's the risk is taken
In which case you niggaz
Wouldn't wanna switch places
I on the other hand relish the situation
Thank the Lord for the gift, I'm gracious

I went overboard, look at this big bracelet
I overhauled it you wouldn't recognize it
From the time that I bought it I just replaced it

I risk cases for shit like this
Nigga I pray for some shit like this
Word to my Uncle Ray
Who gave us life for some shit like this
Ma you rollin' I'm as real as it gets

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, I can't take this
The way you move your ass slow like Matrix
You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas
Before I toss chips first, get naked

I can't fake it, girl you got the club shut down when you freak it
Superstar honey, so mean and vicious
Got a lot and comin', I'm so mean and vicious
Bark, bark farmer, this chicken layin' platinum ex-farmer

So go low mama, give it a go
As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio
Girl you so good I'm swervin' like whoa! whoa
Uh oh, uh uh oh, from the club to the stretch
Out the stretch to the hotel, into the hotel suite

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, I'm a boss I said
Tilt my hat and I cross my legs
Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread
And the pigeons start flockin', ballin' like Bishop Locklin'

And stick Cochran on any DA, to try to stop him
So any gunplay that is an option
I been doin' this since niggaz was woppin'
Rockin Izods with the matchin' socks, and
Slap boxin' in the back park and when the girls start watchin'
Try to get real, you had to drop 'em

See I ain't never been a fronter
Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don't want ya number
Either you're comin' or I one ya
Either you know what you want ma, I don't even want ya
You play pretty if you wanna

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin' big chips

All around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go you wanna go
Say we goin' around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go, do you wanna go?

Uh, come on, Tone, I see ya
Jigga, Kells, uh, yeah, Track Masters
What's really good, we in the islands chillin'
In the shade and shit you know

Blue waters, yellow sand, uh either I'm high or
I think I just saw a dolphin
What you drinkin' Jay?
Me, myself I'm drinkin' on this lemonade, make me some
I don't know what the shit it is
But you got me real nice right now
Taylor play this track now, good night

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Bounce Back - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: Bounce Back
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Larry Ernest Blackmon, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back

You ever had corns on your finger from squeezin' a Mac too much?
Nigga be robbing the dice game, while me and lil wack you up
Trippin', stole and stripped cars for a livin'
Stayed away from home whenever they was bitchin'
We used to rush the customers for sales when they pulled up in cars
Until an undercover started puttin' us behind bars
'Menace to Society' is all we watch
In the back seat strapped with the throw away glock

I got some partners in the business never seeing the light
Ya people would have gotten Cochrane if ya cheese was right
You know I hold it down player, you a dog
I'm a real nigga, I ain't gon' stop accepting your phone call
I'ma blow and toss a hoe for you like I'm supposed to do
I'm serious and focused too, you know I'm overdue
The first nigga to park a Rolls Royce in the bricks
While I fly a private charter out of town by a bitch

I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back

Tryin' to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
As long as I breathe, there ain't nothin' in this world that they can't be
Yeah, I done fucked up, slipped and sniffed that coke
Started tweakin' and broke into the people's house next door
Shot a nigga for smoking rocks on my mom back porch
Damn near graduated and got on that dope
My work is in part, I am better than smart
Homie, I hustle with a strategy that has never been taught

I could make a coke flip, I can make a hoe strip
I can spray a whole clip, I takes nothing from no bitch
I got the money in the case, .45 on the waist
Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gates
Could you believe a nigga feelin' like he still ain't ate?
Huh, y'all don't understand, you should have seen my plate
I'd love to give you some credit but even you said it
You're serious about your money and right now I'm tryin' to get it

I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back

I'm on a mission Lil Daddy put this paint on the caddy
Nigga ridin' through the hood and we blowin' them candy
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet
I was raised in the third, that's the heart of the streets
Saw death and crime from the first same time
Them rims on shine just a vision of mine
Put this shit back together 'cause I stay on the grind
Nigga know I gets me, I stunt all the time

For the dead and the gone, the young and the grown
OG mother fuckers who be gettin' it on
Niggaz stuntin' and they shining, bling blingin' all the time and
I hold my hood down for the shit that I'm drivin'
Nigga thug till death remember the projects?
Juve done came back, now you bitches upset?
Nigga know how we gettin' it, 'cause we gettin' it on
Keep 'em comin', keep on gettin' it, bitch, my money is long

I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back

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Buckin' Em Down - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: Buckin' Em Down
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Quincy Jones, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah, man the flavor, flavor
Yeah, ah yeah, who we doing?

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough shit
Packin' niggas kicks with black pits, saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot
Spit the juice and let the hot-ass-lead-loose
Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why?
I make your Benz seem obsolete G

Rippin' your ass discretely, if you meet me
Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints
You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence
Another young black man just caught a case
Not from 'Texa-mase'
From gettin' funky like a staircase

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a Tech
With an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
Wettin' up the block with mad Tech shots
Drop the glock, puttin' crack heads in headlocks
Like a cheetah with my dig-beaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckin' you down from my two-seater

Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't here
Killin' bears and kickin' snitches right off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady buckin' butts
Lettin' moonlight in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam in your ass for the jams
You've got posse but are you nice with your hands?

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the
Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the

Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' them up and the pickin' them up
Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' them up and the pick

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Draggin' your flower-ass rappers outta clubs
Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the style
Connect, can never be ripped by a suburban child
Gun smoke, bananza on the block, yeah
When all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring emcee scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to handle a vandal

You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front like you're packin' lead
Dumb-dumbs are fine in a Spiro
And now you got more beef than a jiro
Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, flip a script-a-slips
But that ain't new shit, burnin' ya crib down
I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a nine sounds
Busy-quizick, the disare is in fizz up his li-life, the visits was borin'

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

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Burn This Disco Out - Lyrics - Off The Wall - Michael Jackson

Title: Burn This Disco Out
Album: Off The Wall
Artist: Michael Jackson
Composer(s): Rod Temperton

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Lyric:
There's a steam beat
And it's comin' after you
You can take it
If you only let your feelings through

So DJ spin the sounds
There ain't no way
That you're gonna let us down
Gonna dance, gonna burn this disco out

Groove all night
Keep the boogie alright
Get that sound
Everybody just get on down

Got a hot foot
Better freak across the floor
Join the party
And we'll keep you movin' that's for sure

So DJ spin the sounds
There ain't no way
That you're gonna sit us down
Gonna dance 'til we burn this disco out

Groove all night
Keep the boogie alright
Get that sound
Everybody just get on down

Once you get the beat inside your feet
There ain't no way to stop you movin' good
Now the weekend's come it's time for fun
You got to groove just like you know you should

People now, are you ready?
Won't you rock across the room?
Got a feelin'
That we're gonna raise the roof off soon

So DJ spin the sounds
There ain't no way
That you're gonna sit us down
Gonna dance 'til we burn this disco out

Groove all night
Keep the boogie alright
Get that sound
Everybody just get on down

Groove all night
Groove on

So DJ spin the sounds
There ain't no way
That you're gonna sit us down
Gonna dance 'til we burn this disco out

Groove all night
Keep the boogie alright
Gonna dance, gonna shout
Gonna burn this disco out

Get that sound
Everybody just get on down
Gonna dance, gonna shout
Gonna burn this disco out

Groove all night
Keep the boogie alright
Gonna dance, gonna shout
Gonna burn this disco out

Get that sound
Everybody just get on down
Gonna dance, gonna shout
Gonna burn this disco out

Groove all night
Keep the boogie alright
Gonna dance, gonna shout
Gonna burn this disco out

Get that sound
Everybody just get on down

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Teeq - Can`t Get It Back - Lyrics - Mis

Title: Teeq - Can`t Get It Back
Artist: Mis
Composer(s): Aubrey A. Gravatt, Jr., Theodore Life, Salaam Remi, Marlon Lu Ree Williams, Hernst Bellevue, Natina Tiawane Reed, Joe Freeman

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Lyric:
You get it back
You can't get it back
You get it back
You can't get it back

Verse one, when we begun
You know you had a sister all sprung
With your tongue
I thought you were my babe but no

When we laid
You always knew the right words to say
We got engaged
To be married the very next May

As the time moved on
The love we had got torn
You used to love me from dusk 'til dawn
But now you're trippin' from night 'til morn

Now you want me to change
I'm sick of you playin' these games
I'm tellin' you one thing
You wont get it back
You won't get it back, this ring

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

You get it back
You can't get it back

Verse two, now were through
Too much time's been wasted on you
But it's cool
Put the glass shoe on another young fool

I accept that you cramped
And you couldn't take the heat
So you stamped, now upset
Don't come back for nothin' that you left

As the time moved on
The love we had got torn
You used to love me from dusk 'til dawn
But now you're trippin' from night 'til morn

Now you want me to change
I'm sick of you playin' these games
I'm tellin' you one thing
That you wont get it back
You won't get it back, this ring

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

Boy, let me tell you this
Don't you know you can't get back
What you put in this relationship?
That includes this ring
'Cos I know I can't get back
All my kissin', huggin', lovin', [Incomprehensible]

We had a happy environment, I put on this diamond
I gave you my all and even met your requirements
Now you're goin' out, cheatin' and you're comin' up smilin'
You can say what you want but you ain't gettin' this diamond

You ain't gettin' this ring back, you tiptoed
You been livin' a stranger, just keep ya zipped closed
Did you really think that, that you can take me for a ride?
If you knock on my door, you know we're gonna collide

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

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Can'T Go Wrong - Lyrics - Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey - Kurupt

Title: Can'T Go Wrong
Album: Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): David Blake, Ricardo Brown, Danny Means

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Lyric:
The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear
Let all, G'z to front, middle and rear
Switches couldn't switch like these switches a day
Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways

That they ears and chairs, dis on this years
Cokes drippin' off juice and gins
As a matter of fact, takes mathical fact
And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax

Trumpet to trombone
Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone
If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home
Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on

It don't quit, it don't stop
Let the beat knock, beat knock
Pull up at the spot, pull up at the spot, in a drop top
Gettin' what I got, I just

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

Kurupt, what up

I'ma drop 'til it's clear
And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time
Tossin' C-notes, the, 'Magnificent Magneto'
Dippin' through, comin' like ay

Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray
All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S S
It's the prince of the West, I ain't tryna do much
Tryna do too much, I ain't even really trippin'

It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and someone like you
Wit' the biggest mouth to put a dick in
Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment
Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted

Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty
With the skirts from Tahiti workin' at the mall
With young Roscoe, you fool in high school
I just tuck my Roscoe, dump fossils, colossal, I

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

Yes, 1, 2, fuck wit' my crew
And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue
3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass
But without the cash, hit the door

The reason that I'm here, Kurupt done bought the beer
I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin'
Fo' the bush to push and mush back
I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag

No, must've been the Gucci, wit' hair that's pushed back
In a bun lookin' fun gettin' silly, wit' my celly from Billy
Brought to you by way or two buns
We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns

Notice, see the Q U I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup
We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit' the mad hoes
Get out, yeah, look here, we started this pussy shit, no shit
And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

{Aight, y'all this a mothafuckin' public service announcement
From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit
My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around
Pussy ass niggas, tryin' to see what's up wit my homeboy}

{And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that
Nigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like this nigga
If I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggas
Came around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now
Put up or shut up mothafuckas, it's like this, it's on, onsite}

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Change In The Weather - Lyrics - The Blue Ridge Rangers Rides Again - John Fogerty

Title: Change In The Weather
Album: The Blue Ridge Rangers Rides Again
Artist: John Fogerty
Composer(s): John Fogerty

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Lyric:
Change in the weather, change in the weather
Somethin's happenin' here
Change in the weather, change in the weather
People walkin' round in fear

You better duck and run
Get under cover 'cause the change has come
Storm warning, and it looks like rain
Be nothin' left after the hurricane
This here's a jungle, ain't no lie
Look at the people, terror in their eyes
Bad business comin', can't be denied
They're running with the dogs, afraid to die

Change in the weather, change in the weather
Somethin's happenin' here
Change in the weather, change in the weather
People walkin' round in fear

You best believe it's true
The levee's busted, badness comin' through
Oh no, there ain't no place to hide
Reach out and pluck you, take you for a ride
Sea of frustration, take everything in sight
Won't be no blessing if we make it through the night
Down on your knees, go ahead and pray
But every demon has to have his day

Change in the weather, change in the weather
Somethin's happenin' here
Change in the weather, change in the weather
People walkin' round in fear, well
Oh, God

High noon, I can't believe my eyes
Wind is ragin', there's a fire in the sky
Ground shakin', everything comin' loose
Run like a coward but it ain't no use
Edge of the river, it's an ugly scene
People gettin' pushed, people gettin' mean
The change is comin' and it's gettin' late
Ain't no survivin', and there ain't no escape

Change in the weather, change in the weather
Somethin's happenin' here, well
Change in the weather, change in the weather
People walkin' round in fear, oh

Change in the weather, change in the weather
Somethin's happenin' here, well
Change in the weather, change in the weather
People walkin' round in fear, well
Oh, no

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Crash Street Kidds - Lyrics - Mott The Hoople

Title: Crash Street Kidds
Artist: Mott The Hoople
Composer(s): I Hunter

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Lyric:
See my thoughts and then see my scars
See my clothes, I dress to kill
See my blood and see my gun

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(You?ll get done, you?ll get done, you?ll get done)

Heed my faults and heed my curse
Heed my frustration, you just don?t know
A new town nothing, send for the hearse

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun)

Pull down the wires, set you on fire
I?m getting too tired to resist
We?ll torture your flats
You keep us like rats

Then you tell ?em we?re brats
And the press twist our fist
Get me out of this mess

Hear me swear, hear every word
I ain?t just a number, I wanna be heard
A TV announcer he talks to the scum

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb)

I ain?t been solved, I?m uninvolved
I?ve been annulled and I can?t seem to prove it
And you?re so pure, you know the cures
Just keep us poor, the juvenile delinquent bit

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(One?s your son, one?s your son, one?s your son)

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better hide, better hide, better hide)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride)

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(You?re too late, you?re too late, you?re too late)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Where?s your mates? Where?s your mates? Where?s your mates? )

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(You?re exposed, you?re exposed, you?re exposed)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Now you?re closed, now you?re closed, now you?re closed)

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead)
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead

Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead

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