5 Steps - Lyrics - Dru Hill - Dru Hill

Title: 5 Steps
Album: Dru Hill
Artist: Dru Hill
Composer(s): T Ruffin, W Miller, J Green

Lyric:
I don't know how much longer
You're gonna be here
So I say my prayers every night
One for my mother, one for my father
And one for the love of my life

So if you decide to leave today
Then leave tomorrow at the door
And take only half of yesterday
And forget all hope for the present
'Cause it just went away

We were five steps
From eternity
We were four steps
Four steps past love

And three wishes
We were three wishes
From touching
The heavens above

Said we were five steps
From eternity
Four steps
Four steps past love

And three wishes
Say that you know it, you know it
From touching
The heavens above us

Another day is gone
Another night now dawn
Waiting patiently
Hope that you'll return

But not before long
Why you say goodbye
I still feel your presence
In my bed at night

And what was reality
Once a love true in form
Is now added pain
For a man's scorn

Forced to wear
The memories of pain
Around an
Empty heart

Now, I sit in silence and begin to think
As laughter echoes through the air
I can't get you out my mind
But a whole new love, I could never bare

So now I lay me down to sleep
And I pray my Lord, my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake, then I promise
I'll be there for you always

We were five steps
From eternity
We were four steps
Said four steps past love

And three wishes
You, you know it, say it
Touching the
Heavens above us

Five steps
From eternity
We were four steps
Said four steps past love

And three wishes
Touching the
Heavens above us

Five steps
From eternity
We were four steps
Four steps past love

And three wishes
Touching
The heavens above us

Five steps
From eternity
We were four steps
Four steps past love

And three wishes
We were three wishes
Touching the heavens above us
Say you know

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I Should Be...(5 Steps) - Lyrics - Dru Hill

Title: I Should Be...(5 Steps)
Artist: Dru Hill
Composer(s): Jeriel Askew, Mark Andrews, Matthew Featherstone, Alonzo Joyner, Christopher Featherstone, Justin Featherstone

Lyric:
Girl I know he ain't takin' care of you
I can see it in your face
And I know that's not the man
That you really want, you know
So if you sick and tired of him
Then come see me
I'm a better man anyway

Lies and deceived, I know
You feel this wit your man
'Cause with him all I see is cryin'

I should be your boyfriend
(I should be your boyfriend)
'Cause you know he's lyin'
('Cause you know he's lyin')
It might seem like I'm hatin'
(It might seem like I'm hatin')
But girl I'm just relatin', whoa

Step one walk through that door
Step two tell him
He's not like he was before
You don't love him anymore

Now three come to me
Step four I'll love you more
You will see how love should be
But there's four steps to complete

There was a time, when he tried
To be the one who would
Give you all, you deserve
Now he's not tryin'

I should be your boyfriend
(I should be your boyfriend)
'Cause you know he's lyin'
('Cause you know he's lyin')
It might seem like I'm hatin'
(It might seem like I'm hatin')
But I'm just relatin', take step one

Step one walk through that door
Step two tell him
He's not like he was before
You don't love him anymore

Now three come to me
Step four I'll love you more
You will see how love should be
But there's four steps to complete

Step one walk through that door
Step two tell him
He's not like he was before
You don't love him anymore

Now three come to me
Step four I'll love you more
You will see how love should be
But there's four steps to complete
(Hmm, hmm, listen baby)

You're what I'm lookin' for
I'll love will mean much more
Than what he is givin' you
But you must let him know
That you can't take no more
Replace him with me

Someone who loans
Out his shoulder and feelings
To someone who deserves them, oh
If you can't figure out
I got it all mapped out
Baby, just take step one

Step one walk through that door
Step two tell him
He's not like he was before
You don't love him anymore

Now three come to me
Step four I'll love you more
You will see how love should be
But there's four steps to complete

Step one walk through that door
Step two tell him
He's not like he was before
You don't love him anymore

Now three come to me
Step four I'll love you more
You will see how love should be
But there's four steps to complete

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5, 6, 7, 8 (Wip 2002 Remix) - Lyrics - Steps

Title: 5, 6, 7, 8 (Wip 2002 Remix)
Artist: Steps
Composer(s): Steve Crosby, Barry Upton

Lyric:
It's time to begin, now count it in, 5, 6, 7, 8

My boot scootin' baby is drivin' me crazy
My obsession from a western, my dance floor date
My rodeo romeo, a cowboy God from head to toe
Wanna make you mine better get in line, 5, 6, 7, 8

My boot scootin' baby is drivin' me crazy
My obsession from a western, my dance floor date
My rodeo romeo, a cowboy God from head to toe
Wanna make you mine better get in line, 5, 6, 7, 8

Foot kickin', finger clickin', leather slapping, hand clappin'
Hip bumpin', music thumpin', knee hitchin', heel and toe
Floor scuffin', leg shufflin', big grinnin', body spinnin'
Rompin', stompin', pumpin', jumpin', slidin', glidin', here we go

My boot scootin' baby is drivin' me crazy
My obsession from a western, my dance floor date
My rodeo romeo, a cowboy God from head to toe
Wanna make you mine better get in line, 5, 6, 7, 8

Tush pushin', thunder footin', cowgirl twistin', no resistin'
Drums bangin', steel twangin', two steppin', end to end
Hardwood crawlin', some four wallin', rug cuttin', cowboy struttin'
Burnin', yearnin', windin', grindin', let's begin the dance again

You're mine, all mine now bubba
Gonna rope you in, so count me in, 5, 6, 7, 8

My boot scootin' baby is drivin' me crazy
My obsession from a western, my dance floor date
My rodeo romeo, a cowboy God from head to toe
Wanna make you mine better get in line, 5, 6, 7, 8

My boot scootin' baby is drivin' me crazy
My obsession from a western, my dance floor date
My rodeo romeo, a cowboy God from head to toe
Wanna make you mine better get in line, 5, 6, 7, 8

My boot scootin' baby is drivin' me crazy
My obsession from a western, my dance floor date
My rodeo romeo, a cowboy God from head to toe
Wanna make you mine better get in line, 5, 6, 7, 8

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2 Steps - Lyrics - Craig David

Title: 2 Steps
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Craig David, Harold Spencer Jr Lilly, Carsten Schack, Nate Butler, Jimmy Elton Cozier, Kenneth Karlin

Lyric:
You know I'm the kind of guy that does a 9 to 5
Workin' real hard 'cause it's the way I live my life
Back home, just me and you, girl, all alone
With no one interrupting, switch off the phone

But I could be that other guy
Who comes home late-night at the night and tells you lies
So why you trippin' out on me, girl, all the time?
When everyday it's only you that's on my mind

Every time we take one step forward, you take two steps back
Every time it's right, you bring left back
Oh, hey you really gotta think about it
'Cause there's really no doubt about it
You know I've been there for you and that's the truth

Every time we take one step forward, you take two steps back
Every time it's right, you bring left back
Oh, hey you really gotta think about it
'Cause there's really no doubt about it
You know I've been there for you and that's the truth

You know you're the kinda girl that doesn't need to front
Keep it real, let me know just what you want
Sometimes you just don't know when to stop
You're working so much over nothing
You're just losing what you've got

Now can't you see there's no other girl?
I think you're the most beautiful woman in this world, yeah
But you say I don't appreciate ya and I don't know how to treat ya
We don't do the same things, we did no more

Every time we take one step forward, you take two steps back
Every time it's right, you bring left back
Oh, hey you really gotta think about it
'Cause there's really no doubt about it
You know I've been there for you and that's the truth

Every time we take one step forward, you take two steps back
Every time it's right, you bring left back
Oh, hey you really gotta think about it
'Cause there's really no doubt about it
You know I've been there for you and that's the truth

Remember, it wasn't that long ago
You told me that you loved me so
Don't forget all the nights we shared
When you told me, girl, just how much you cared

Remember, you can be led astray
But that's the way playas play
I'm not that kinda man
Why can't you understand 'cause I

Want you to trust in me, baby girl, can't you see?
You're only gonna mess things up
You've done enough
Why can't you stop 'cause

You're gonna lose what's good for you
And that's the last thing you wanna do
Won't find another like me

Every time we take one step forward, you take two steps back
Every time it's right, you bring left back
Oh, hey you really gotta think about it
'Cause there's really no doubt about it
You know I've been there for you and that's the truth

Every time we take one step forward, you take two steps back
Every time it's right, you bring left back
Oh, hey you really gotta think about it
'Cause there's really no doubt about it
You know I've been there for you and that's the truth

Every time we take one step forward, you take two steps back
Every time it's right, you bring left back
Oh, hey you really gotta think about it
'Cause there's really no doubt about it
You know I've been there for you and that's the truth

Every time

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Back At One - Lyrics - Mark Wills

Title: Back At One
Artist: Mark Wills
Composer(s): Brian Kelly Mcknight

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Lyric:
It's undeniable, that we should be together
It's unbelievable, how I used to say that I'd fall never
The basis you need to know, if you don't know just how I feel
And let me show you now that I'm for real
If all things in time, time will reveal

1, you're like a dream come true
2, just wanna be with you
3, girl it's plain to see
That you're the only one for me and
4, repeat steps 1 through 3
5, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I'll start back at 1

It's so incredible the way things work themselves out
And unemotional once you know what it's all about and
And undesirable for us to be apart, I never would have made it very far
'Cause you know you hold the keys to my heart, 'cause

1, you're like a dream come true
2, just wanna be with you
3, girl it's plain to see
That you're the only one for me and
4, repeat steps 1 though 3
5, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I'll start back at 1

Say farewell to the darkened night, I see the coming of the sun
I feel like a little child whose life has just begun
You came and breathed new life into this lonely heart of mine
You threw out the lifeline just in the nick of time

1, you're like a dream come true
2, just wanna be with you
3, girl it's plain to see
That you're the only one for me and
4, repeat steps 1 through 3
5, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I'll start back at

1, you're like a dream come true
2, just wanna be with you
3, girl it's plain to see
That you're the only one for me and
4, repeat steps 1 through 3
5, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I'll start back at

1, you're like a dream come true
2, just wanna be with you
3, girl it's plain to see
That you're the only one for me

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Angel - Lyrics - Enter The Dru - Dru Hill

Title: Angel
Album: Enter The Dru
Artist: Dru Hill
Composer(s): Warryn Campbell, James Green

Lyric:
Yo yo, can y'all hear me out there?
Cool, cool, let me now introduce myself, Ladies and Gentlemen
See I go by the name of Big Woody Rock
And I'd just like to take this time right here
To just first of all thank you all for taking the time out to listen to this album

Hope you're enjoying everything you hear so far
Right now I just think I need to dedicate this song
This next song coming up to every man and woman, boy or girl
Whoever and wherever you may be, who has ever been
In an relationship that just didn't quite work out

Also this song is dedicated to everybody who comes up to me
In all the clubs, supermarkets, airports
And everywhere else in the world asking me
"Woody, when you gon' do something, when they gon' let you sang?"

Not knowing that, man, I sung all of 'April showers'
A verse on 'All alone', a verse on '5 Steps'
And about half the songs on the album
But that's cool, y'all ain't know

Alright now I just want you to sit back, close your eyes
Kick your feet up and listen to this song right here
'Cuz this here is for y'all
Yo Smiley, you ready, let's do this

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Crossing The Frame - Lyrics - Neverender: Children of the Fence Edition (Limited Edition 4 CD/5 DVD) - Coheed And Cambria

Title: Crossing The Frame
Album: Neverender: Children of the Fence Edition (Limited Edition 4 CD/5 DVD)
Artist: Coheed And Cambria
Composer(s): Michael Todd, Joshua Eppard, Claudio Sanchez, Travis Stever

Lyric:
Home, a silence put to glass that stutters words misleading here
Gimme all you got with one shot sent to let me know
Here across the grass between the glass, I know
You're not the one I left to wait here helping

I, I left in a sudden rush and never said why you
Couldn't know that I had no goodbyes
Oh but I wish that you were, I'm spyin' on you newo
The way that you would have been if I'd stayed here at home
I'm givin' it up newo, how important I would have been to you

I press the steps I take to cross your door frame
You decide to answer when my fist swings hello

I, I left in a sudden rush and never said why you
Couldn't know that I had no goodbyes
Oh, oh but I wish that you were, I'm spyin' on you newo
The way that you would have been if I'd stayed here at home
I'm givin' it up newo, how important I would have been to you

Casting quarters into wells that hold our dreams
You won't believe me if I told you so
Casting quarters into wells that hold our dreams
You won't believe me, I would if you told me so

But I wish that you were, I'm spyin' on you newo
The way that you would have been if I'd stayed here at home
I'm givin' it up newo, how important I would have been to you

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Z - Marcy To Hollywood - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Marcy To Hollywood
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Kenneth A Ifill, Ernesto David Jr Shaw, Todd Eric Gaither

Lyric:
Back again and back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again

As a youth I used to hold the weed up
Old heads said I thought more like a soldier than a leader
In order to succeed I had to slow my speed up
Didn't listen to stuff took another puff of the chieva

They said, "Believe us or not trust is somethin' you earn
With every mistake you make back to us you return"
Probably would go Hollywood, I thought he was jokin'
My first taste of fame I hit the first thing smokin'

All engulfed into honeys the pussy was tight
If she threw the pussy right I got mushy like
Damn baby, I love you take all my cash
You ain't got to lie Jay, you already gettin' the ass

She loved that I was a thug it turned her on
Soon as I got soft it turned her off
I got relaxed put my feet up start dissin' my friends
And that's when the ceiling fell in

I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again

I came through with the shines like the streets was blind
Didn't master my Algebra, no caliber stick me
I was thinkin' how and for what? But reality bites
Like a thousand mutts, nothin' worse than the person
That's foul with guts to stick you quicker

This brand new, nigga
Yup this is the foulest this ain't Hollywood
It's the Wild West whoever guns is the loudest
That's who's the best now take ten steps and draw

Who dope can take ten steps and remain raw
Who has no regards for the law?
Me that's who now let me ask you
Did you not know if we all don't eat?

Some day that we all would beef?
Did you know about the crabs in the barrow?
They would hear me creep
It's a muthafuckin' war in these streets

I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back again I'm back again
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back again I'm back again

From Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again
From Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again

As a youth I used to fold up, old heads
Said I thought more like a leader than a soldier
Back in the days never no heat thought shit was cool
Food cat personified even went to school

Learned wild shit made me feel kinda live
Off of nothin' with this bullshit 9 to 5
I stayed broke made me easier to provoke
Ready to yoke the first muthafucka that joked

Same dude with the hard bottom went from laid back
To locked out from talk it over to T, I shot him
Ready to perish all the shit you cherish
Leave you the wettest I got a you die first, fetish

I can recall helpin' old chicks across the street
Now I help myself liftin' cats off they feet
Can't give a fuck, nigga, I just lost my moms
Why I need to feel something steel in both my arms?

I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again

I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back again I'm back again
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back again I'm back again

I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again back again
From Marcy to Hollywood
And back again back again

Geah, since y'all niggas don't like to think
I'ma make it real easy for y'all
You got three different types of nigga
First cat, as a youth is real wild

And for whatever reason he hit the money or whatever cooled out
You got one cat that's ghetto, grimy always remained ghetto
You know that type then you got one cat very smart young man
Everybody wanted him to be a lawyer doctor, whatever
Pressure drove him crazy, he wiled out, ha geah

Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again
Back again, biotch

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The Sun - Lyrics - Songs About Jane - Maroon 5

Title: The Sun
Album: Songs About Jane
Artist: Maroon 5
Composer(s): Jesse Carmichael, Mickey Madden, Adam Levine, Ryan Dusick, James Valentine

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Lyric:
After school, walking home
Fresh dirt under my fingernails
And I can smell hot asphalt
Cars screech to a halt to let me pass

And I cannot remember
What life was like through photographs
And trying to recreate images
Life gives us from our past
And sometimes it's a sad song

But I cannot forget, refuse to regret
So glad I met you and
Take my breath away, make everyday
Worth all of the pain that I have gone through

And mama I've been cryin'
'Cause things ain't how they used to be
She said, "The battles almost won
And we're only several miles from the sun" whoa yeah

And I'm moving on down the street
I see people I won't ever meet
I think of her, take a breath
Feel the beat in the rhythm of my steps
And sometimes it's a sad song, ho

But I cannot forget, refuse to regret
So glad I met you and
Take my breath away, make everyday
Worth all of the pain that I have gone through

And mama I've been cryin'
'Cause things ain't how they used to be
She said, "The battles almost won
And we're only several miles from the sun"

The rhythm of her conversation
The perfection of her creation
The sex she slipped into my coffee
The way she felt when she first saw me

Hate to love and love to hate her
Like a broken record player
Back and forth and here and gone
And on and on and on and on

But I cannot forget, refuse to regret
So glad I met you and
Take my breath away, make everyday
Worth all of the pain that I have gone through

And mama I've been cryin'
'Cause things ain't how they used to be
She said, "The battles almost won
And we're only several miles"
She said, "The battles almost won
And we're only several miles from the sun" yeah

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4 My Niggaz - Lyrics - Lil' Cease

Title: 4 My Niggaz
Artist: Lil' Cease
Composer(s): James Lloyd, Rayshaun Spain, Davin Vanderpool, Sean Combs, Shawn Carter, J Fisher

Lyric:
What you sayin'?
Roca Fella
(Uh huh)
General
(Uh huh)
B.I.G.
(Right on)
QB
(That show nuff right on)
Fuck niggas wanna do man
(Nothing)

See Cease a Leo
(Huh)
I'm for the kids
(Right)
Sometimes we gotta get gutter on this motherfuckers y'know
It's how we do it
(Yeah)
Feel me baby?

Yo yo
Stay away from 38 tech nines and shotty
I wanna move swift, but don't blow like John Gotty
I'm something to watch, like the paparazzi
Hard to copy, shock waves can't stop me
Got dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me
It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight
Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache
The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe

I take it all, still be the last to escape
Kick It like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chips
Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code
Watch the stroll, little Ace
A soldier that was born to roll
I love God and you know I got soul
To sell around the globe and more bank than tower
Dime just rewind, it was hard to find her
Found out my niggas got right behind her

Y'all niggas got dick bricks, scared to grab the fifth
But I done did that, recognize the clique
Back round six-four times, fellas and shit
Make mils off the stories that we tellin' and shit
'Til I said to myself, "My life is betta than this"
I wanna party, live it up, pop Don and Cris
In a lake with a waterproof on my wrist
Been a professional, now I'm starting to mix

We rhyme to kick tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live
Run up in your crisp, tie up your wife and kids
Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid
We live this real street life
And that's word to B.I.G.
(Uh)

I'm the type to analyze ya
(What)
Move swift like Kaiser
(Uh)
My appearance surprise ya
(Yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live
(Uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size
(Uh, yo)

I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, Brooklyn

Yo, yo, yo, yo
This my war I ride for lick one in the sky for
Get back everything that my nigga die for
Since his death, many steps and many left
Niggas owe money, yo, niggas can't pay a penny less
Cease got the squeeze, I'ma let these fuckers know
BK style, my niggas Love the Dough
About six hard years, eleven months ago
We was all puffin' 'dro, nowhere to go

Now I get dough, get low, let a slug blow
Cops say "Got evidence?" Let the dog go
Here's the answer, you fucking with Leo Ganza
Nigga's coke so raw, you gone need a sampler
Niggas better be as wise as me or die like me
Or go see the board then and frown like me
Got niggas takin' pictures throwin' pies on me
Motherfuckers' all eyez on me

Whatever happened to Brook-lawn?
Better yet, Crook-lawn?
Niggas even look wrong, niggas get hooked on
Picture me making a shook song
No, I know the wars we took on
Niggas better get gone

Yeah, flow sicker on every record
Watch Sean, glock nine, nigga, heavy necklace
Watch mine, about to make niggas very jealous
Ice in every letter, untouchable, can't fuck with duke
Thug spit, arms shake, who I'm gone play
With the CEO of the Coke on Broadway, huh?
Never heard so many choices from one man
I make bitches, fuck it, I make the gun jam

Flows like sniffin' a hundred grams o'
Cocaine raw, rip your whole brain off, uh
Make it real easy to lift your chain off
BK style, see Jay how
(What)
(Uh)
We don't play fair, we play foul
Go head, stand there, we spray crowds
Live from the 7-1-8
If there ever was one great
I'm him, nigga, times three

I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, Brooklyn

I'ma do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang

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My Diary - Lyrics - Harlem: Diary of a Summer - Jim Jones

Title: My Diary
Album: Harlem: Diary of a Summer
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Denise Weeks, Jim Jones, Antwan Thompson

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Lyric:
Now we try corners, old folks try and warn us
The cops try and swarm us, blocks hot like saunas
Well, fuck it I'ma risk it, got a bunt nigga twist it
I'ma get drunk with my biscuit, 5 cent cup
Take a sip kid, I'ma product of the P-jects

My teachers always told me that I'd probably be a reject
I came up by my lonely now I'm a product of that D set
Two twelvin' with my homie, he caught a homey of that D-wreck
He said it had him zonin' left the body in buldin' three steps

The project now on fire where you see the detects
His high is coming down cause now he's nervous smokin' bogeys
And now he findin' out that fuckin' murder was his co-D
And this the shit that happens all too often up in Harlem

No shit you smell a rat you better off him what's the problem?
In this business sellin' crack we cook that raw shit up to hard shit
And tell my fellas that and to my coffin steady mobbin'
To my coffin, steady mobbin'

Take a look into my eyes
And you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a journey through my soul
And let's roll through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they don't all wanna ride with me
I know it ain't right but this is my life
It's just a piece of my diary, yeah

Now, we ran reckless, no grown ups to guide us
So it's the man what you expect, I've grown up to violence
I had my eye up on the pushers, the ones that stay fly
Fiends got high off the suga, you know that ain't right

That sweet cane, some got buried to the street game
My niggaz only worried 'bout the jewelry and the street fame
And what the bitches thought of them, it's all about the money
Well shit I cop some Porsche or trucks

Member I was hungry, I was whippin' in the Corsica
Hoopty muthafucka, hoppin' the double four's
My pants droopy muthafuckas and pardon my grammar
My nana died '95, so I done left my heart wit my grandma

I hid outside and played the park wit the hammer
And I'm watchin' for the narcs, they movin' cars with antennas
Thug and respect, for all my goons behind bars in the slammas
To my G's on rikers, to all my three time lifers

Take a look into my eyes
And you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a journey through my soul
And let's roll through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they don't all wanna ride with me
I know it ain't right but this is my life
It's just a piece of my diary, yeah

This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy
This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy

Now let's ride, to where? To Harlem, the West side
I show you blocks and murals, dawg where some of the best died
Like who, like who? Like Porter and them
I heard Po put the order on him, now that's more than a friend

But he stitched of course, now let's talk about Fritz the boss
And he got rich off snort, they said 500 bricks was brought
So in hindsight, it's a shorty who couldn't get a gist of his thought
But if you grind right wit the snorpy, a whip could be bought

Now think about po-9, if it caught me, how it get you in court
But now the feds, they still tailin' me, DA think he nailin' me
I had to turn in the goons come and post the bail for me
Still in the Byrd Gang myself, you say Byrd Gang is wealth
And all the liquor stores, man the syzzurp on the shelf
I rose from the dump you see, now it's Dipset, Byrd Gang the company

Take a look into my eyes
And you'll see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a journey through my soul
And let's roll through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they don't all wanna ride with me
I know it ain't right but this is my life
It's just a piece of my diary, yeah

This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy
This is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy

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Dirty Dirty - Lyrics - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Title: Dirty Dirty
Artist: Ol' Dirty Bastard
Composer(s): Russell Jones, Che Smith, Mark Ronson

Lyric:
Two steps from the border line
Anything closer will kiss the nine
Think I'm out the game? You out of your mind
'Cuz I stay on track like transit line

Keep it nappy or braided up
Dirty in the cockpit, blazin' up
Stop frontin' when you made it up
Tellin' all my hoes, you can't spray it up

Hah, huggin' nuts like tighty whites
Still trickin' on hoes like Heidi Fleiss
You know why niggas don't give you much respect
'Cuz they seen you gettin' slapped with the empty gat

Know Dirt, like bow know death
When I'm huntin' down, birds of rap
Hate Dog 'cuz I ate your cat
And you can eat my ass and have a coke with that

Use a spoon, unless you want a fork
Pull my dick out, watch the room get dark
Stay high with the zombie walk
Gotta sit my ass down, like Rosa Parks

Dirty, Dirty, you tell me how you do it
It look so easy, like there was nothin' to it
But they don't understand about the Dirty M.C.
It's the, new track by ODB
(Ohh)

Dirty, Dirty, you tell me how you do it
It look so easy, like there was nothin' to it
But they don't understand about the Dirty M.C.
It's the, new track by ODB
(Ohh)

They say dirt and sunshine make the flowers grow
I say, fuck a bitch raw and drive your nut on the floor
Call it what you want, you son of a hoe
I was 5 percent til' white bitches came and dropped it down to four

3, 2, 1, I can lick the sun with my tongue
Pull it out and smack a nigga, just for thinkin' I'm done
Shut your trap, razor blade cut your wrap
Fat girls seen my comin', started tuckin' their flab

Rhymefest and Dirt Dog, gon' spark this
The day he got to heaven, track mud on the carpets
Hot like the hot potato, you niggas ain't motto

You hot as the spot, yo
Go to the show for hot dogs and nacho's
This me and Dirt Dog's style, it's not yours

Dirty, Dirty, you tell me how you do it
It look so easy, like there was nothin' to it
But they don't understand about the Dirty M.C.
It's the, new track by ODB
(Ohh)

Dirty, Dirty, you tell me how you do it
It look so easy, like there was nothin' to it
But they don't understand about the Dirty M.C.
It's the, new track by ODB
(Ohh)

What can make a hoe, look more cuter
But, Hennessey shots and smoke more Buddha

I don't know Dirt, now she look like Zab Judah
Test my manhood, go get my dick ruler

Now you hungry, wanna eat right through her
But you better first track for a noter
Like does she have a best friend or I taught her
Has she ever tried fuckin' under water

Down, down with the fishes, deep sea dishes
I ain't a genie, bitch, I don't respect your wishes
This trick ain't fuckin' me though, goddamn
Something very wrong, I don't understand

Misinterpetate, let me break it down
Two pulls make the your merry go round
Touch your toes, show me that rose

Butt naked in a Wu-Tang pose
Wide open, girl, everything goes
Real freaky, when you powder that nose

Keep it and move, I sleep in the nude
I'm keepin' it rude, pull out my dick and pee in the food
On the way to the stars, don, where's the map?
We fuckin' there and we gonna fuck back

Dirty, Dirty, you tell me how you do it
It look so easy, like there was nothin' to it
But they don't understand about the Dirty M.C.
It's the, new track by ODB
(Ohh)

Dirty, Dirty, you tell me how you do it
It look so easy, like there was nothin' to it
But they don't understand about the Dirty M.C.
It's the, new track by ODB
(Ohh)

Yeah, Dirt Dog, Rhymefest, you want it, man
Rest in peace, I know you heaven right now
Trackin' mud on the carpet, so, we gon' let ya
Do what you do it's the, ohh
Don't forget the crew, it's the Wu

I thought you knew, it's the Ol' Dirt Dog
Rhymefest, yeah, yeah, from now to 3000, man
What's rap with Dirty? What's the world without Dirt?
Just a bunch of fuckin' water, ohh, we out

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3rd Ward Solja - Lyrics - Solja Rags - Juvenile

Title: 3rd Ward Solja
Album: Solja Rags
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
You gone take them 5
Or you gone take them to the trial and go get denied?
By that probation and you just got
Caught with that fry, that alibi ain't gone work

Ain't it somethin' how them niggas
From out that three be doin' that dirt?
Score a quarter from oh oh, rock it up by four-four
Then you can go in them hallways and smoke that fire all day

Shh, be quiet, tonight is the night that we ride
Thirty camouflage hummers with niggas inside
With choppers doin' surgery on bodies like head doctors
Be quiet, 'cuz they mad tonight, we gone act a ass tonight

I'ma take a body to that project for a sacrifice
That Calliope got that dope for less
Fuck around that bitch if you want and get left
Brains hangin' off the steps, people cryin'
Second line, T-shirtin', feet hurtin' from all of that twerkin'

Calliope thug
3rd Ward Solja
Melphanine thug
3rd Ward Solja
P S E thugs
3rd Ward Solja
Wild Magnolia
3rd Ward Solja

I'm an optimal smokin', chopper totin', bustin' caps wide open
Top of line coatin', Reebok sportin', expedition corner spender
Big fine woman bender, put the weight in the blender
Got big bags by rillas, shiesty like a splinter
And empty out the braids in the center, U.P.T. fader remember

Follow me, follow me
Follow me, now bitches we be some Hot Boys
Run up on the 3 and you will get stopped boy
Follow me, now bitches we be some Hot Boys
Run up on the 3 and you will get stopped boy

Follow me, now bitches we be some Hot Boys
Run up on P S E and you will get stopped boy
Follow me, now bitches we be some Hot Boys
Run up on the third and you will get stopped boy
Follow me, now bitches we be some Hot Boys
Run up on the U and you will get stopped boy

Calliope thug
3rd Ward Solja
Melphanine thug
3rd Ward Solja
P S E thugs
3rd Ward Solja
Wild Magnolia
3rd Ward Solja

I'm from the 7th Ward and I believe in God
I drive 735s and I love these broads
I wear Girbaud jeans and I bought my green
Camouflage over our eyes that's how we do these things

I run with Juvenile, that nigga so wild
Get buck like the fuck, I'm glad I use Dial
Now who the fuck I are? I'm a superstar
Ca$h Money rules everything around me bruh

Shop on that Ramp, shop in the Lio and Josephine
Shop in that Nolia, that Valence Street and P S E
They got some Hot Boys that represent that U.P.T.
And where they be, three hundred and fifty degrees

Shop on that Ramp, shop in that Lio and Josephine
Shop in that Nolia, that Valence Street and P S E
That got some Hot Boys that represent that U.P.T.
And where they be, three hundred and fifty degrees

Calliope thug
3rd Ward Solja
Melphanine thug
3rd Ward Solja
P S E thugs
3rd Ward Solja
Wild Magnolia
3rd Ward Solja

Gert-Town, Downtown, and Holly Grove
Can't fuck with the Melph and the Calio
I told ya, I told ya, them boys don't want beef with the Nolia
And I warned ya, and I warned ya
Can't fuck with that 10th ward St. Thomas

And on the V.L., and on the V.L.
Can't fuck with them boys on V.L.
Apple and Eagle so real they come
That's the only real niggas in Carrollton

Gert-Town, Downtown and Holly Grove
Can't fuck with the Melph and the Calio
I told ya, I told ya, them boys don't want beef with that Nolia
And I warned ya, and I warned ya
Can't fuck with that 10th Ward St. Thomas

3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio
3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio
3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio
3rd Ward hoe, Mac and the Melph, Calio

Lights on, mask on creep silent
Lights gone, we done left your block quiet
Lights on, mask on creep silent
Lights gone, we done left your block quiet

What you niggas know about them 3rd Ward thugs?
What you niggas know about them Holly Grove?
What you niggas know about them Hot Boy thugs?
What you niggas know about CMR thugs?
Ahhh, you bitch you

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Z - Resevoir Dogs - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Resevoir Dogs
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): D Styles, S Jacob, E Sermon, J Philips, Shawn Carter, Isaac Hayes, Dwayne Grant, Todd Eric Gaither

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Lyric:
Fuck, shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX
Takin' the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy

Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid
And walk the streets up in [Incomprehensible] like I don't fuckin' care

If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
When I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores

Jet-skin, while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall

Takin' shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now

My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats

You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim? Y'all niggaz nuts, like testicles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin'

Heat from the noggin', keep on sparkin'
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin'
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin'

Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin' your pops
You feelin' The Lox, nigga why you grillin' The Lox
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot

You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper

I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryin' to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce

They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin' up or headline
Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines

Six months in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was comin', you wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin' off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die

What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin' your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin' to lose
Somethin' to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wet niggaz and kill 'em on my day off

Ain't nuttin' for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews

Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin' nigga who pull quick, still packin'
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop

I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin' 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin' backwards, just for practice

Ride or die nigga, hoppin' in your casket
'Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin' let 'em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock

My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I Ruff Ryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella, spendin' mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us 'cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna

Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six Range, shit main, switch lanes

Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin' and throwin' up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man

He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses?

We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the elastic

Shit, beyotch, what the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint

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Z - Reservoir Dogs - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - Reservoir Dogs
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): D Styles, S Jacob, E Sermon, J Philips, Shawn Carter, Isaac Hayes, Dwayne Grant, Todd Eric Gaither

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Lyric:
Fuck, shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, Lox, takin' the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and banned from T.V. your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin' for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid
And walk the streets up in the wild like I don't fuckin' care
If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children

When I ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin', while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-ray
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin' shots of Louie 'til I fall
Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like testricles

Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin'
Heat from the noggin', keep on sparkin'
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin'
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin'
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin' your pops
You feelin' the Lox, nigga why you grillin' the Lox
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog, but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it

Lot of cats still tryin' to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin' up, or headline
Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines
Six months in the county or fed time
I'm a be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime

Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L O X
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered
I told you the pain was comin'
You wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to Hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin' off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin' your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin' to lose
Somethin' to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off

Ain't nuttin' for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin' nigga who pull quick, still packin'
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin' 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin' backwards, just for practice

Ride or die nigga, hoppin' in your casket
'Bout to go to Hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin', let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at 12 o'clock
I'm half past 7, bust 6 then 11
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay, what the fuck, spendin' Mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us 'cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six range
Shit main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped Big Caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain to the brain

Motherfuckers is noddin' and throwin' up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money 'til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses?
We don't stop at the tolls we got E Z passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I B on the elastic

Shit, bitch! What the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint

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Z - Do U Wanna Ride - Lyrics - Kingdom Come - Jay

Title: Z - Do U Wanna Ride
Album: Kingdom Come
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, John Legend, Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
This is the operator with a collect call from Emory Jones
To accept the charges, press '1' now

Emory, what up? Told you I ain't too good
With writin' letters and all
I don't even write rhymes, but what I will do
I'ma send you this opus scribed through the airwaves
Vibe with me

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do u wanna ride with me?
Do u wanna ride with me?

You know why they call 'The Projects' a project
Because it's a project
An experiment, where in it, only it's objects
And the object for us, to explore our prospects
Sidestep cops on the way to the top, yes

As kids we would daydream, sittin' on our steps
Pointin' at cars like, ?Yeah, that's our sex?
Hustlers, prophets made our eyes stretch
Swanson got the spot, *** we started our trek

Some of us made it, most of us digressed
In the name of those who ain't made it my progress
Show success, please live through me
See, I'm the eyes for Emory, keep him alive

This is a collect call, so every time I press '5'
All he wanna hear is his boy talk fly
Up in the fence and still holdin' his head
So when he hits the streets, he gon' eat through this bread
Now let's ride

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do u wanna ride with me?
Do u wanna ride with me?

International Hov, I told you so
Forty 40's out in Tokyo
Singapore, all this from singin' songs
Comin' up though, we thought slingin' ***

Was the end all be all of bein' rich, didn't we?
Little did I know my mo' potent delivery
Would deliver me, kingpin of the inkpen
Monster of the double entendre, Coke is still my sponsor

Heh, the Cola, yeah
Hova still gettin' it in with soda
Diet, no sir, I ain't lose no weight
Started from the crates, now I'm sittin' on a whole case

Since they got you sittin' on that old case
Our dreams is on hold like Tivo
So I can't wait 'til you get your date
I got some tin plates outside of the gate
We gon' ride

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do u wanna ride with me?
Do u wanna ride with me?

Now me and my lil' mama, Kita and Tata
Juan and Dez out in San Tropez
Jay round in Gabana, sneakin' m***
You know that Mary J. give you 'No More Drama'

Lost a couple friends this whole *** got weird
When you get home, you know your spot's reserved, ya heard?
I put my *** on, my *** put they *** on
Now we all somewhere fun, chillin' in the sun
I ain't forget you, cousin, hehe

Yeah, *** y'all can wear sneakers
On the beach if you want to
Y'all *** come and c'mon, playin' money marathon
My young'n is LeBron

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do u wanna ride with me?
Do u wanna ride with me?

Let me get mellow on this *** right here
White paper though
Can't even *** with those ***
White paper, baby, old school ***
Smooth it out, Young H.O., Henry Jones
Word to my momma, we livin'

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We Will Survive - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: We Will Survive
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Kenny Loggins, Samuel Barnes, James Edgerten, Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones, Michael Mcdonald

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Lyric:
Still somehow I believe, we always survive, but why?

To my dogs wherever you are
Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid
You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid
Ain't nuttin' changed still, party and bullshit
We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who rhyme sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out

Machine Gun Funk from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we was broke
I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gunsmoke?
Still on the block around fiends numb from coke, I guess so
'Cause now with paper, shit is still ghetto
But fuck it black, you livin' your life, though your loved ones

Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used to be fun, makin' records to see your response
But, now competition is none, now that you're gone
And these niggaz is wrong, usin' your name in vain
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you

Joke with you, happy we on top, the most official
Ain't too many real ones out there, I feel some
But doubt they're capable to take it where you took it to
I missed your wake not 'cause I'm fake
'Cause I hate to see somebody so great in that way
I woulda stayed so long with so much to say

I had to put it in writin' to keep me and Brooklyn from fightin'
Tellin' me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by
You can't kill nothin' that's ready to die
You was like God to us in the form of Allah

Still somehow I believe, we always survive, but why?

Still, we will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive
Still, we will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive

Thug life never die
Dear 'Pac, every thug sheds a tear drop and use teeth
To bite off beer tops and pour out a lil' liquor
You was more than just the wildest nigga
2Pacalypse, I understand your style nigga
It's goin' on the third year, since you've been gone

On the East and West Coast the same shit is goin' on
The industry be talkin', offendin' me often
They don't believe you dead, wanna see you in your coffin
I can relate, shootouts and court dates
All eyez on you, niggaz in your face invadin' your space
You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up?

How long would I ride, before I fold up?
How did you know through your rhymes it was your time to go?
You predicted it in every line, all in your flow
There could never be peace, I have to quote
Can't believe I heard my name on the realest shit you ever wrote
We had words 'cause the best supposed to clash at the top

But kept it brotherly when we seen each other and stopped
In NYC, at MTV, people watched
We was both deep, after you left I got no sleep
Think about how us real niggaz would be
If we united, a nation of thugs, who could fight it?
You was caught in a wild homicide or were you crucified

Like the son of God, when Lucifer lied
And make the world think, young blacks should be extinct?
But thug life'll never die, we stay high and just link
Will there ever be another MC as nice?
Will you return to us like the resurrection of Christ?

Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?

Still, we, will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive
Still, we, will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive

I wonder what the Commodores went through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green seen that made him religious?
Was it the drugs, put an end to the music business?
If so, should I put out the indo right now and write down
A plan and pursue my dream turn my life around

'Cause I'm bound for the movie screen, cuties that scream
I'll need a extra Uzi riding through my own hood in Queens
It be the ones you always knew, that want it on
Tellin' everybody it was him that you fronted on
Thought we walked a million miles it was just twenty
Not used to walkin' in the path of legit money

I thought I made it but we only took baby steps
Up the success ladder, where they pay me checks
To my clicks when I got it I said, "Baby bless"
That was the 80's but now look at this crazy mess
We in the 90's and finally it's lookin' good
Hip-hop took it to billions, I knew we would

A lot of ups and downs in the game, could lose or gain
A couple pounds tryin' to maintain, one day you here
The next you not, when you around niggaz check 'em out
Some is bout it, most individuals plots
And run the spots, some choose to stay to theyselves
While others have no cares and stay in jail

More than fifty percent of us
Endin' up with holes through the chest
Through the head, through the gut it shows
The future for us young shooters and old killers
Who become rich as dope dealers?
Nothing left for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments

Thug coaches with subs sittin' on the bench, either that or rap
We want the fast way outta this trap
Whether it be 9 to 5 or slangin' crack
To my deceased Gods wishin' I could bring you back
But life is a dream and y'all taught me that

Always survive, but why?

Always survive, always
Still, we, will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive
Still, we, will survive
No matter what, my people just stay alive

Still, we, will survive
No matter what
Still, we, will survive
No matter what
Still, we, will survive
No matter what
My niggaz just stay alive

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