50/50 - Lyrics - Dedicated - Lemar

Title: 50/50
Album: Dedicated
Artist: Lemar
Composer(s): Mikkel Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen, Marcus Miller, Lemar Obika, Hallgeir Rustan

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Lyric:
Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

Are you calling me a liar?
Are you saying that I'm not tellin' the truth?
Denying what she told me
You know you got way too much to lose

You're claiming they are rumors
You say you got nothin' else to hide
How come she told me
She saw somebody by your side?

Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

I know everything
When I sent you on that shopping spree
You went with him spending my money
Girl, I'm so sorry but you gotta leave me
Just leave me

Are you calling me a liar?
Are you saying that I'm not tellin' the truth?
Denying what she told me
You know you got way too much to lose

You're claiming they are rumors
You say you got nothin' else to hide
How come she told me
She saw somebody by your side?

Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

Can't knock this, no, you can't hold me down
Keep hustling, girl, I won't be around
Can't knock this, no, you can't hold me down
Keep hustling, girl, I won't be around

Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

Been a long time, you say you missed me
Word gets 'round, you shouldn't have dissed me
Step back, don't try to kiss me
Right about now I'm 50/50

I heard it through the grapevine that you were with him
Just the other night
I don't know why I try hard to keep you so happy
When you don't love me, don't love me

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A Face In The Crowd - Lyrics - Justin Hayward

Title: A Face In The Crowd
Artist: Justin Hayward
Composer(s): Justin Hayward

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Lyric:
Life is a struggle
Baby you got to choose
Hear the call of the wild wind
What have you got to lose

So take off that coat
And kick off those crazy shoes
I can see by your smile that you're ready
Well, I'm ready too

Oh, life is a puzzle
Baby you've got to try
But don't let it get you
And don't let it pass you by

'Cos here and now darling
Here and now you got me
And something inside me
Tells me it's meant to be

Will it be alright
I'm getting a message
From someone
Will it turn out right

It's not just a face in the crowd
It's not just a face in the crowd
Face in the crowd

Will it be alright
I'm getting a message
From someone
Will it turn out right

It's not just a face in the crowd
It's not just a face in the crowd
Face in the crowd

Life is a struggle
Baby you got to choose
Hear the call of the wild wind
What have you got to lose

So take off that coat
And kick off those crazy shoes
I can see by your smile that you're ready
Well, I'm ready too

So just close your eyes
I'm getting a message
From someone
Through a clear blue sky

It's not just a face in the crowd
It's not just a face in the crowd
Face in the crowd

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Alice - Lyrics - Mott The Hoople

Title: Alice
Artist: Mott The Hoople
Composer(s): Ian Hunter

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Lyric:
Now Alice needed money I put 10 dollars on the breeze
As the wind died away, she sank way below her knees
And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the sky
She must have been at least a fathom high

She works the 42nd beat on 42nd street
With all her golden ambitions and dead rhinestones in her feet
And when a stranger said she sucked, she just smiled believing luck
As she climbed into his truck to make a buck

Oh my God, she's running round the trees
Said she couldn't touch them because they're so real

Alice you remind me of Manhattan
The seedy and the snaz, the shoe boys and the satins
Like a throne made of gilt that too many Johns have sat in
Oh I, I got my eyes on you

Now keep a watch on your watch and a watch on her watch
'Cause if you ain't too careful he's gonna kick you in the crotch
And you're out in the cold and you know that you've been rolled
And the cops don't even stop and you feel old

See Alice really liked you but you stayed a while too long
Now she wants you to forget it and come back before too long
But make it quick if you could, she's gonna star in Hollywood
The producer seems to think, she's kinda good

Me and my camera eyes sitting on a fence
Laughing at the lights of New York city

Alice you remind me of Manhattan
The seedy and the snaz, the shoe boys and the satins
Like a throne made of gilt that too many Johns have sat in
Oh just come over

Roll up, see Alice on the palace where her name adorns the boards
Ain't no flash in her Cannes, she got the willpower of a horse
And it's a long way to Broadway from a 42nd lay
Or is it really just a couple of blocks away

Now I wonder if she wonders if I wonder if she wonders
About the times I put her down when she seemed to be right under?
She told me morals are traditions, contradictions, superstitions
See Alice is always based on split decisions

Me and my stupidity sittin' on a fence
And digging what I thought was New York city

Oh Alice, you remind me of Manhattan
The seedy and the snaz, the shoe boys and the satins
Like a throne made of gilt that too many Johns have sat in
Oh I like you

Yeah Alice, the lights were meant for you
Your weaknesses successful and your selfishness the clue
You gotta lose what you get and for what you get you lose
Oh, I know it

Oh Alice, don't stop and think a minute
Or your brain is gonna get ya, drop your heart right in it
And you're a shooting star and you'll die if you don't win it
Yeah, you didn't make the book

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All About Me - Lyrics - 534 - Memphis Bleek

Title: All About Me
Album: 534
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): M Cox, W Mitchell, J Smith, A Green

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Lyric:
I said there's no such thing as the straight path
My brother got hit the other day by straight blasts
In the brain, on the train, on his way to work
A guy that spent most of his life dealin' with dirt

But as soon as he decides to get a 9 to 5
Why would God decide to take his life?
There's no such thing as the straight path

So it's whatever with me, I walk through the mind
Feel whatever could hit me
My mind filled with anger hope the angels is with me
Change could be dangerous

Goin' legit could be signing your death certificate
Calling it quits could be the worst thing you do
I mean consider your enemy
He ain't gonna quit 'coz you quit now, is he?
Think about it

So what's on infinitely with me
I'm gonna turn to finity for the tough times I pour Hennessey
In memory of that one thing that meant one thing to me
I'm on, somethin' in me wishin' I wan't born

Come on, a gangsta say quttin' the game
Man, you lookin' at a dead man talkin'
He's always a brother or cousin to somebody you fought
Who might forgive but that don't happen too often

I said there's no such thing as the straight path
My brother got hit the other day by straight blasts
In the brain, on the train, on his way to work
A guy that spent most of his life dealin' with dirt

But as soon as he decides to get a 9 to 5
Why would God decide to take his life?
There's no such thing as the straight path

I said there's no such thing as the straight path
I said there's no such thing as the straight path

When the gun burn everythin'
You been taught you must unlearn
With one turn of the world, one fatal stroke I'd have lost all hope now I'm goin' for broke

So my new motto is smoke clear, kiss smoke
When you lose everything you love it's time to grip the snob
The time for talking is done, listen for one
If you got that weight on you I'll be liftin' you up
Hope you got that aid on you, I ain't givin' a fuck

If God love me, why I'm missin' my bro?
Is God ugly? If ya'll love me, nigga, wish me love
Appetite for destruction, I'm back popping [Incomprehensible] again
Drinkin' 'nac heavy until I'm happy again

Although I get comfort from friends
I won't be truly happy till I see him I again
So until that day I'm goin' out in the blaze
Hope the world forgive me 'coz I lost my way

I said there's no such thing as the straight path
My brother got hit the other day by straight blasts
In the brain, on the train, on his way to work
A guy that spent most of his life dealin' with dirt

But as soon as he decides to get a 9 to 5
Why would God decide to take his life?
There's no such thing as the straight path

Disappointedly, the craziest things happen
I mean, never knew I'd lose so many people, you know
Such a short time, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm only twenty five, know what I mean?

Lord, it was not even like I was fifteen know what I'm sayin'?
Lost all hopes by fourteen, know what I mean?
[Incomprehensible]
Lot of stress, man, right now

So much [Incomprehensible], yo, it's time, hold your head up [Incomprehensible]
And to my man Lou who just passed, know what I mean?
All this nonsense goin' on in the street
It's just that life we lead know what I'm sayin'

We caught up in it man, but just when you do dirt
Just know you can never clean it up man
There's no such thing as a straight path

I said there's no such thing as a straight path
Unless you come out the womb on a straight path
And if you live, way I live, dog, how long can that last?
When everyday of our life we live more like a task

I said there's no such thing as a straight path
I said there's no such thing as a straight path

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Almost Gone - Lyrics - XIII - Mushroomhead

Title: Almost Gone
Album: XIII
Artist: Mushroomhead
Composer(s): Samuel Sigswort

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Lyric:
This can't be so all over
An end of my time I wasted
So much of my mind is racing
To the point of no return

Drown my sorrows flood my soul
By tomorrow I'll be cold
(Push it all away, push it all away)
Now I'm hollow and alone
Take the shadow almost gone
(Push it all away, push it all away)

Life can be so much colder
And I'll ever love a faceless
Lost inside replacements
Fill the void then roam the earth

Drown my sorrows flood my soul
By tomorrow I'll be cold
(Push it all away, so cold)
Now I'm hollow and alone
Take the shadow almost gone

Raise the stakes, what have we got to lose?
No choice in sight, where's our right to choose?
You can't catch a break so take what you can
Ignore the blame you don't understand

Cracked picture frames blood stains on the mattress
Ashes to ashes, gas cans and matches
The bourbon buries all the memories
Anything to wash it all away

So all over
An end of my time I wasted
So much of my mind is racing
To the point of no return

Drown my sorrows flood my soul
By tomorrow I'll be cold
(Push it all away, push it all away, push it all away)
Now I'm hollow and alone
Raise your arrow, raise your

Raise the stakes, what have we got to lose?
No choice in sight, where's our right to choose?
You can't catch a break so take what you can
Just ignore the blame you don't understand

Cracked picture frames blood stains on the mattress
Ashes to ashes, gas cans and matches
The bourbon buries all the memories
Anything to wash it all away

So all over
(Wash it all away, wash it all away)
(Wash it all away, wash it all away)
(Wash it all away, wash it all away)
(Wash it all away, wash it all away)
...

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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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Angel Street - Lyrics - M People

Title: Angel Street
Artist: M People
Composer(s): Paul Heard, Heather Small, Michael Pickering

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Lyric:
If you think the world owes you a ride
You'll never find the reason why
Boy you know it's down to you

Looking down, you'll only see your own two feet
Mamma used to say to me
Take a walk down Angel Street

So sweet thing
Have I got news for you?
Come and taste my soul food
So what have you got to lose?

Angel Street, stand on you own two feet
'Cos baby can't you see?
If we're to stay alive only the strong survive

Don't you know, if you can't respect yourself
You'll be left on the shelf
No one's gonna carry you

Walkin' tall, dreaming of love and pride
Reaching up to the sky
Arms and eyes are open wide

So come on, let's climb the step out of this
Make a wish, steal a kiss
Boy what have you got to lose?

Angel Street, stand on you own two feet
'Cos baby can't you see?
If we're to stay alive only the strong survive

Down on Angel Street, stand on you own two feet
Sweet thing, can't you see?
If we're to stay alive only the strong survive

Take a walk, take a walk on Angel Street
Take a walk, take a walk on Angel Street
Take a walk, take a walk on Angel Street

Only the strong survive, way, way down
Angel Street, stand on you own two feet
'Cos baby can't you see?
If we're to stay alive only the strong survive

Down on Angel Street, stand on you own two feet
Sweet thing, can't you see?
If we're to stay alive only the strong survive

Angel Street
Angel Street
Angel Street
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Attendance - Lyrics - The Sneak Attack - Krs One

Title: Attendance
Album: The Sneak Attack
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Who was, who was, who was
Who was the first to flash the heat on the cover?
Who was the first crew to go against another?
Who was the first to go Acapella on a video replay?
Who was the first to lose a DJ?
Who was the first to teach at Yale?
Who was the first to hit that hip-hop reggae on the nail?
Who was the first to say, ?Stop the violence
And teach that real bad boys move in silence"?

You're soon to see the mind bendin' rhyme weapon
Get more busy than two-two-three-double-nine-seven
All these rappers, swear they the best
I know whatchu thinkin' about, where's KRS?
Eighty percent of these rappers fake they shit
The other twenty percent they goin' upstate and shit
There's no way out except knowledge and wisdom
I got it so I spit 'em you ain't got it you gotta get 'em

Who was the first to produce mix and write
At the same time up in the club rockin' the mic?
Who was the first to have a DJ and a side man?
The first to say, ?What is hip-hop??, I am
Who was the first to produce gangster shit?
Put out, gangster hits with a gangster click?

Not no prankster shit, Steady B, Mad Lion
Just-Ice, Shabba Ranks and shit
My Channel is Live, my only battle is Jive
MC to MC, you won't survive
You'll be censored 'cause my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die

Breakers, MC's, writers, beat-boxers
DJ's, hip-hop, hip-hop
Breakers, MC's, writers, beat-boxers
DJ's, hip-hop, hip-hop

I'm like Noah, I'm takin' 'em, two by two
I took, them and them and I'll take, you and you
Be I'm right or be I'm wrong, you'll see I'm tight with this mic
You should be like, "B I'm gone", but you still in my face Neo
I'm not your girl all that ice and thug life, that's not my world
I'm the teacher but you still can't see

'Cause while you respect Tupac, Tupac respected me
Another thing, don't ever show me another ring
Remember you Rudy Ray Moore, I'm Martin Luther King
Everything you bring sounds horrendous
You need repentance 'fore I take attendance

Breakers, MC's, writers, beat-boxers
DJ's, hip-hop, hip-hop
Breakers, MC's, writers, beat-boxers
DJ's, hip-hop, hip-hop

Breakers, MC's, writers, beat-boxers
DJ's, hip-hop, hip-hop
Breakers, MC's, writers, beat-boxers
DJ's, hip-hop, hip-hop

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Bank Of Bad Habits - Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

Title: Bank Of Bad Habits
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett, Peter Mayer, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, Russ Kunkel

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Lyric:
The rumors and the stories of my past I can't deny
I'm no Saint Ignatius but again I'm no barfly
The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control
I've got this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul

Bank of bad habits, the price of vice foretold
One by one they'll do you in, they're bound to take their toll
The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control
I've got this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul

Last night, I said, goodbye to a dear old friend of mine
Just a throw back shell beach party, nothin' really asinine
Rum and cooked animals and bullshit by the ton
That party lasted way too long and I had too much fun

Bank of bad habits, the price of vice foretold
One by one they'll do you in, they're bound to take their toll
The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control
I've got this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul
That bank of bad habits is worth its weight in gold

Time for you to spend that dough
You're the only one you owe
So put away those alibis
You can't fool that Banker in the sky

{Now let me tell you about the 7 Deadly Sins
1. Pride, Thou shalt not have pride in thy neighbor
2. Coveting, Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife
3. Lust, Thou shalt not lust after his neighbor's wife
4. Anger, Do not be angry with your neighbor's wife
5. Gluttony, Do not eat thy neighbor's wife's popcorn
6. Envy, Do not envy your neighbor's wife
7. Sloth, Do not be a slob
And the eighth deadly sin is, Pizza}

A picture's worth a thousand words just ask a cameraman
And it's no sin to stop and look, I do it when I can
But you have to purge that urge to merge
You have to keep your head
Or trouble is what you will find inside some stranger's bed

Bank of bad habits, the price of vice foretold
One by one they'll do you in, they're bound to take their toll
The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control
I've got this bank of bad habits
It's worth its weight in gold

Yeah, we're talkin' Krugerrands, doubloons
I was wonderin', do you think
They have an ATM machine for bad habits?
I think I'll apply for that card

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Z - Can I Live - Lyrics - Reasonable Doubt - Jay

Title: Z - Can I Live
Album: Reasonable Doubt
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach, Irv Lorenzo, Hal David, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Yeah, geah, Roc-A-Fella
We invite you to somethin' epic y'all know?
Well, we hustle out of a sense of hopelessness
Sort of a desperation
Through that desperation we come addicted

Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin'
But we feel we have nothin' to lose
So we offer you, well we offer our lives right
What do you bring to the table?

While I'm watchin' every nigga watchin' me closely
My shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me
I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be
Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet

I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days
A brother gotta admire from four fiends away
My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin' 'caine
'Til brains was fried to a francaise, can't lie

At the time it never bothered me, at the bar
Gettin' my thug on properly, my squad and me
Lack of respect for authority, laughin' hard
Happy to be escapin' poverty, however brief

I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation
For dips, four percent pertation we stack chips, hardly
The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in
No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William

Illin' for revenues, grateful dim the light
Channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand gettin' the mic
Forgettin' all I ever knew, convenient amnesia
I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure

Lock my body can't trap my mind, easily
Explain why we adapt to crime
I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it
Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it

Presidential suites my residential for the weekend
Confidentially speakin' in codes since I sense you peekin'
The INXS rental, don't be fooled my game is mental
We both out of town dog, what you tryin' to get into?

Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables
Meet me by the one that starts a G up
This way no fraud Willie's present gambling they re-up
And we can have a pleasant time, sippin' margaritas

G-g-geah, can I live?
Can I live?

My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle
Like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you
Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me
Commit atrocities like we got immunity

You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods
Platinum Rolexed it, we don't lease
We buy the whole care, as you should
My confederation, dead a nation, explode

On detonation, overload the mind of a said patient
When it balls to steam, it comes to it
We all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this
True this, history school us to spend our money foolish

Bond with jewelers and, watch for intruders
I stepped it up another level, meditated like a Buddhist
Recruited lieutenants with Ludicrous, dreams of
Gettin' cream let's do this, against TDS
So I keep one eye open like, CBS, ya see me
Stressed right? Can I live?

Can I live?
Can I live?
Can I live?
Roc-A-Fella, y'all

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Circus - Lyrics - Circus - Lenny Kravitz

Title: Circus
Album: Circus
Artist: Lenny Kravitz
Composer(s): Terry Britten, Gerry Deveaux

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Lyric:
One day while I was searching
For what I'll never find
She walked into my story
Said she could change my mind

This is the final offer
She said to make it quick
Don't lose out on this wonder
So I had to place my bet

Welcome to the picture show
Watching your life
Never know which way to go
It might not be right
So you better be strong

What kind of circus is this?
What kind of fools are we?
When is the final curtain?
What can I do to set me free?

Welcome to the real world
You better be strong
Never know which way to go
It might end up wrong
So you better be strong

Too many games we have to play
They always change the rules
You and me just trying to get along
What can I do?
Got to be strong

She walked into my daydream
She told me how it had to be

Welcome to the picture show
Watching your life
Never know which way to go
It might not be right, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the real world
You got to be strong

Never know which way to go
It might end up wrong, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the picture show
It might end up wrong
So you better be strong
You got to be strong
You better be strong

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Crashing Down - Lyrics - Nothing Left to Lose - Mat Kearney

Title: Crashing Down
Album: Nothing Left to Lose
Artist: Mat Kearney
Composer(s): Mathew Kearney

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Lyric:
These back steps are steeper to the ground
The brightest stars are falling down
I'm walking the edge, walking the tightest rope
We can be frank, reality rips on through, rolling like a hurricane
I'm over the bridge and under the rain

If every thing's falling, if every thing's changed
If I'm in the open, if I'm in the way

What am I doing here, if you're not with me?
What have I got to live for, if it's just my own dream?
Take it back to the beginning, back to the start
When gravity's pulling, you're still holding my heart
You come crashing down, crashing down

These four walls are closing in on me
The talk is louder than I'll sing
I want to be there, want to be where you are
But you know it all, every look and smile that aren't meant to break
I'm over the bridge and under the rain

If every thing's falling, if every thing's changed
If I'm in the open, if I'm in the way

What am I doing here, if you're not with me?
What have I got to live for, if it's just my own dream?
Take it back to the beginning, back to the start
When gravity's pulling, you're still holding my heart
You come crashing down, crashing down

And you say that everything is different
Why don't we just hold on
And you say everything is different
Why don't we just hold on

Crashing down, crashing down
Crashing down, crashing down
You come crashing down
You come crashing down

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Da Bichez - Lyrics - The Sun Rises In The East - Jeru The Damaja

Title: Da Bichez
Album: The Sun Rises In The East
Artist: Jeru The Damaja
Composer(s): Kendrick Davis, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
I'm not talking about the queens
But the bitches
Not the sisters, the bitches
Not the young ladies, the bitches
The bitches, the bitches

Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt
You can tell who's who by the things they want
Most chicks want minks, diamonds, a Benz
Spend up all your ends probably fuck your friends

High-post attitudes, real rude with fat asses
Think that the pussy is made out of gold
Try to control you by slidin' up and down on the wood
They be givin' up sex for goods

Dealin' with bitches is the same old song
They only want you 'til someone richer comes along
Don't get me wrong, strong black women
I know who's who so due respect I'm givin'

While queens stand by you and stick around
Bitches suck you dry and push you down
So it's my duty to address this vampire's
Givin' the black man stress

Recognize what's real and not material
Or burn in hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, dumb bitches

I'm not talking about the queens
But the bitches
Not the sisters, the bitches
Not the young ladies, the bitches
The bitches, the bitches

My man had a chick an' thought she was finger-lickin'
I knew her style that's why I'm vegetarian
I told him she was out to get what she could get
He didn't believe me, so she bagged him up in the end

Made the pussy do tricks then she sucked his dick
He got caught up in the grip now he's payin' the rent
Black Widow, she even killed dead presidents
That he'd owe, shouldn't have got one red cent

I body slam her but I'm not a misogynist
When I see a brother gettin' nabbed it makes me pissed
Cosmetic enchantress, scandalous temptress
The way my man went out you'd think she was a pimp stress

Bitches come my way, I make 'em hop
'Cause I'm hip to the game
I'm not a slave so I don't get pussy-whipped
Bear in mind you'll lose em' to end material riches
Fuckin' around with those bitches

I'm not talking about the queens
But the bitches
Not the sisters, the bitches
Not the young ladies, the bitches
The bitches, the bitches

Since I've been club-hoppin', you've been ho-hoppin'
You've seen them pop up in every spot that I'm in
Any nigga with a record could get your butt naked
So your man got a Lex'[unverified]
You live in the projects

Tryin' a flex but you ain't the smartest
Your ass ain't the fattest
Fuck around, play yourself and get dissed
I know your status, you can't touch my status

Deep down you want this
Dyin' a be famous but you can't attain this
Poppin' that coochie for Gucci
Bitches like you ain't shit to me

And don't talk about R E S P E C T
'Cause I treat my black sisters like royalty
Now go in peace, don't make me get raw
And treat you like the harlot that you are filthy bitches

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Daddy - Lyrics - What the Game's Been Missing! - Juelz Santana

Title: Daddy
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Greg Green, Seon Thomas, Diane Warren, Jame

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Lyric:
Daddy?
Daddy?

Daddy?
Damn man, this is crazy
Got a little son now, little me
Runnin' around, it's crazy
I'd do anything, man, anything
Life is precious, remember that
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

I just had a newborn
Shorty weighs 7 pounds, 6 ounces, 20 inches, too strong
I'm happy now, I'ma daddy now
I gotta be there, I ain't get to see my daddy around
We ain't never get to ball out kid
I was young, the game caught him before I did, but
Back to you, son, as for you, son
I'd do any and everything, that's the truth, son

From the dirtiest diaper, till you get old enough
To dirty your Nike's up, I'm your clean up man
You ever need a hand, need a foot, need a heart, need a lung
Reach for the phone, call me up, son
Yes, everything drops for you, everything stops for you
I'll bury a block for you, I'll let go every shot for you
And I'll reload the clip, just to make sho he's hit

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
Said, "I gotta little boy to look after"
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

Everyday I look in your face, I sit back and I smile
Look at his face, it's just like mine, wow
Damn, this kid shines
Authority and priorities, this kid's mine, so
That means I gotta beat him if I have to
Keep him out of bad schools, teach him how to rap smooth
Show him the ropes like, make sure his rope's tight
No screws loose, no loose screws
Got manners, got morals, got sense of respect
'Cause when you gone, boy, that's all you got left

You ever get craze for candy, don't take a strangers candy
Open a strangers candy, those are the strangest candies
I'm your rider, your guider, pusher, provider
But most of all I'm your father and I'm just looking out for you
When there's a problem, man, I'm just looking out for you
I ain't talking, man, I'm just pulling out for you
The Ford, a sword, the hood'll come out for you
And what I'm about to do, you shouldn't go out and do
You just make sure your good to me, you good to mom
Respect your elders, you grow to be good and strong

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
Said, "I gotta little boy to look after"
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

I raise you up in the sky, like behold
The only thing greater than I, you, my greatest achievement
Fuck a platinum plaque, this is history in the making, believe it
Without you I can't make or succeed shit
I can't think, I can't wake up and eat shit
You the reason that I'm breathin'
And I will stop at any moment to see this

Child live a better life, wow, it's a better life
But you better throw down if you ever fight
Like Rocky do, don't be no punk
When it's time to get up and put on your boxing shoes
You lace 'em up tight, you fall, get up fight
You lose, oh well, we all lose some fights
Just be a man about yours, life is all about handling yours
So you just keep handling yours

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

I gotta little boy to look after
I gotta little boy to look after
Said, "I gotta little boy to look after"
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

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2 Tears In A Bucket - Lyrics - Ryde Or Die: Vol.2 - Dmx

Title: 2 Tears In A Bucket
Album: Ryde Or Die: Vol.2
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Reggie Nobles, Clifford Smith, Kaseem Dean, Jackson Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in, blood out
Sheek, Methical
Yo yo, hey yo

Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine
But when I take it out the box, I represent Lox
Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button
So I charge out more, want it all at the door

Fuck heat, Sheek, walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill?
How's it gonna look when I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top

Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open, pumpin' How High
Yeah, can y'all see that, bitch
You can call me whatcha want 'cuz I'll Be Dat

Get off my dick, I don't care about no jewels
As long as the condo's paid and the truck I choose
I'm telling y'all niggaz, if it's not double R
You can spell my name out on the side of the car

Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, come on

Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now

Yo, yo, I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw when I write
I glow like the pegs in Lite-Brite
3000 volts of lightnin' when ya fly the right kite

Me and Meth be Hennesey, two ice cubes
We can draw or do I choose?
When I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this move and pick

My avalanche, it came with 10 feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half Eskimo
My flows move like endo
Turn ten nickels to ten loads out of ten stones

Ride the crash course, do the math on it
Swizz Beatz, you can ride Amtrak on it
But I'm on it, grillin' with George Foreman
Ya peeps is at the Grammy Awards cornin'

The ice, the fat wallet son, I won it
In the helicopter warnin' before mornin'
Def Jam nigga, Redman nigga, Doc
Fuck ya momma on my sweat band, nigga

You tough guys will get smacked in the club
With the gun that I bought from Mack in the club
It's P P P from Bricks to Brook-nam
Bring me some more ass to whoop on

Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, come on

Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, come on

Look what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror
Scooper high yellow Cinderella, Meth forever
Never rush a rhyme, hook could never bust my nine
But if I have to, I have to

It's all in the mind, I stay ahead of time
While you're falling behind, trying to relight ya lime
It's a crime when I drop online's design
That tick, tick boom, blow your mind

Yeah me, M E T H the O the D
Can't be done like tryin' to find a penny in the sea
Nigga, run for cover son, go and get them guns
Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and gettin' ones

Swizz Beatz, the track in the head, but I instead
Pull my dart gun and bust sixteen until it's dead
I'm The Game, all of my dogs be off the chain
Yelling Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, yeah, come on

Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, come on

Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now, yeah, yeah, come on
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All You Good Good People - Lyrics - Embrace

Title: All You Good Good People
Artist: Embrace
Composer(s): Daniel Anthony Mcnamara, Richard Mcnamara

Lyric:
I feel like I meant something
You always say, you need more time
Well, I'll stay right here
And I'll wait for good until I find a love worth mine

Someday, you've got it coming
It hurts me when I read the signs
So loud and clear, that I'll make you glad
If I'm leaving first and crying

All you good good people listen to me
You're just about done with the way that you feel
'Cause nothing rings home enough to dig your heels in
You don't have to leave me to see what I mean
All you good good people listen to me

And all I wanna do is find my name upon the line
Before I have to lose this I want time

All you good good people listen to me
You're just about done with the way that you feel
'Cause nothing rings home enough to dig your heels in
You don't have to leave me to see what I mean
Lose all your fears, they are keeping you down
You won't have to fake it, while I'm around
All you good good people listen to me

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Dont Ask Me No Questions - Lyrics - Skynyrd's Innyrds - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: Dont Ask Me No Questions
Album: Skynyrd's Innyrds
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Van Zant Rossingto

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Lyric:
Well, every time that I come home nobody wants to let me be
It seems that all the friends I've got, just got to come, interrogate me
Well, I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by
But I don't ask you about your business, don't ask me about mine

Well, its true I love the money and I love my brand new car
I like drinkin' the best of whiskey and playin' in a honky tonk bar
But when I come off the road, well, I just got to have my time
'Cause I got to find a break in this action, else I'm gonna lose my mind

So, don't ask me no questions
And I won't tell you no lies
So, don't ask me about my business
And I won't tell you goodbye

That's right

Well, "What's your favorite color and do you dig the brothers"
Is drivin' me up a wall
And every time I think I can sleep, some fool has got to call
Well, don't you think that when I come home
I just want a little peace of mind
And if you want to talk about the business buddy, you just are wastin' time

So, don't ask me no questions
And I won't tell you no lies
So, don't ask me about my business
And I won't tell you goodbye

I said, don't ask no stupid questions
And I won't send you away
If you want to talk fishin'
Well, I guess that'll be okay
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Anyone Of Us (Stupid Mistake) - Lyrics - What My Heart Wants To Say - Gareth Gates

Title: Anyone Of Us (Stupid Mistake)
Album: What My Heart Wants To Say
Artist: Gareth Gates
Composer(s): Jorgen Kjell Elofsson, David Bengt Kreuger, Per Magnusson

Lyric:
I've been letting you down, down
Girl, I know I've been such a fool
Giving in to temptation
I should've played it cool

The situation got out of hand
I hope you understand

It can happen to anyone of us
Anyone you think of
Anyone can fall
Anyone can hurt someone they love
Hearts will break
'Cos I made a stupid mistake

It can happen to anyone of us
Say you will forgive me
Anyone can fail
Say you will believe me
I can't take, my heart will break
'Cos I made a stupid mistake, a stupid mistake

She was kind of exciting
A little crazy, I should've known
She must have altered my senses
'Cos I offered to walk her home

The situation got out of hand
I hope you understand

It can happen to anyone of us
Anyone you think of
Anyone can fall
Anyone can hurt someone they love
Hearts will break
'Cos I made a stupid mistake

It can happen to anyone of us
Say you will forgive me
Anyone can fail
Say you will believe me
I can't take, my heart will break
'Cos I made a stupid mistake, a stupid mistake

A stupid mistake
She means nothing to me, nothing to me
I swear every word is true
Don't wanna lose you

The situation got out of hand
I hope you understand

It can happen to anyone of us
Anyone you think of
Anyone can fall
Anyone can hurt someone they love
Oo, their hearts will break
'Cos I made a stupid mistake

It can happen to anyone of us
Say you will forgive me
Anyone can fail
Say you will believe me
I can't take, my heart will break
'Cos I made a stupid mistake

Anyone can fall
Anyone can hurt someone they love
Ooh, their hearts will break
'Cos I made a stupid mistake, a stupid mistake

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Average Man - Lyrics - Mind Adventures - Des'Ree

Title: Average Man
Album: Mind Adventures
Artist: Des'Ree
Composer(s): Michael E Graves, Des'Ree Weekes

Lyric:
I can't believe you're doing this to me
What have I done to you
I analyze the scene, I'm guilt free
I've got nothing to lose, but you, but you

'Cos I'm doing all that I can
'Cos your only an average man
'Cos I'm doing all that I can
'Cos your only an average man

I've stood by your defense
So many times I've protected your land
But like the foolish man
You built your castle on the sand
You won't listen to no-ones thoughts but yours
Then you don't understand
When I reach out to you
I'm offering you a helping hand, my hand

Why won't you understand
I just want to hold your hand
When I'm reaching out to you
I just want to help you

I'd nothing to lose
When I helped myself to your heart
I'd nothing to prove
I was straight with you from the start

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Be Somebody - Lyrics - The Rising Tied - Fort Minor

Title: Be Somebody
Album: The Rising Tied
Artist: Fort Minor
Composer(s): Wasalu Muhammad Jaco, Mike Shinoda

Lyric:
Green Lantern, uh, MS, Lupe
Ya know, I'm a fan man, I'm a real fan
(Gonna be somebody)
Feel real honored to be up in here, ya know I'm sayin'
(Gonna be someone)

They had to bring out the expensive mics for this one
(Gonna be somebody)
Ya know I'm sayin' the seven thousand dolla
Headphones for this one here
Yeah, ya know I'm sayin'
(Gonna be someone)
Come on, talk to 'em

This is the story of them against us, win or lose
Forcin your feet into someone else's shoes
Everybody's got somein' to say
That we oughta live their way

What were doin's not okay in this world
Everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck
Got no respect, wait up a sec
You ever feel like the pressure's too much too take

Too much weight
'Ladies and Gentlemen
If anybody can hear me right now
Please shout back'

We're not the only one's feelin' so trapped
In a dream of somebody else in fact
They got their heads full of some overblown scheme
Opportunity they missed

Back when they were sixteen
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you wanna do is scream back

Gonna be somebody
For anybody tellin' me I can't
Gonna be someone
For anyone who told me I had no chance

Gonna be somebody
I'm tellin' you the time has come
(Like that)
Gonna be someone
And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done

We don't sleep to dream
We sleep to build stamina
Energy to do our thing
Get your camera

'Cause this ride is about to begin
Sit down and buckle it in
Let me say it again in this world
Everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck
Got no respect, wait up a sec

When I was young
They said the odds of makin' it
We're slim to none, ladies and fuck it
I'm tired of them sayin'

The dream you have doesn't exist
Tellin' you you're worthless
Sayin' you should quit
Basically tellin' you that you'll never be shit

Really they're pissed 'cause they'll never achieve
Some opportunity they missed
Back when they were sixteen
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you wanna do is scream back

Uh, they gone think you're crazy
Mumblin' to yourself in the basement all day
Uh uh uhin' to ya self, my pops didn't dig it
Was shovelin to myself, my boys used to get it

They dug it because they felt
My undertakin' took me
I was makin' in my stealth
For wealth of rhymes, of crazy

I was chuckin' to myself
Then they went into the mental Rolodex
See I'm knowin' 'bout heart
Like a brain in my chest

And I took up a school
Where subjects was gettin' felt
Books under my seat
No book layin' on my desk

My teacher's like, Mr. Jacob
Yes? With all that knowledge
You aint tryin' to go to college
Be a lawyer or a doctor
Get a whole lotta dollas

Rather degrade women
And glorify violence
Well, the work that works for me
Might not work for you
No homework, I got work to do

Gonna be somebody
For anybody tellin' me I can't
Gonna be someone
For anyone who told me I had no chance

Gonna be somebody
I'm tellin' you the time has come
(Like that)
Gonna be someone
And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done
('Im finally done)

This is an invasion, Fort Minor
The Rising Tied in stores
November twenty two

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