A Couple More Years - Lyrics - Dr. Hook

Title: A Couple More Years
Artist: Dr. Hook
Composer(s): Dennis M Locorriere, Shel Silverstein

Lyric:
I've got a couple more years on you babe, and that's all
I've had more chances to fly, and more places to fall
And it ain't that I'm wiser, it's only that I've spent
More time with my back to the wall
And I've picked up a couple more years on you babe, that's all

I've walked a couple more roads than you babe, that's all
And I'm tired of runnin' while you're only learnin' to crawl
And you're headin' somewhere, but I've been to somewhere
And found it was nowhere at all
And I've picked up a couple more years on you babe, that's all

Now sayin' goodbye, girl, don't never come easy at all
But you've gotta fly 'cause you're hearin' them young eagles call
And someday when you're older you'll smile at a man strong and tall
And you'll say, "I've got a couple more years on you babe, that's all"

You'll say,"I've got a couple more years on you babe, that's all
I've had more chances to fly, and more places to fall
And it ain't that I'm wiser, it's only that I've spent
More time with my back to the wall
And I've picked up a couple more years on you babe, and that's all"

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A Couple More Years - Lyrics - Waylon Jennings

Title: A Couple More Years
Artist: Waylon Jennings
Composer(s): Dennis M Locorriere, Shel Silverstein

Lyric:
I've got a couple more years on you babe and that's all
I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall
It's not that I'm wiser, it's just that I've spent
More time with my back to the wall and I've picked up
A couple a more years on you babe and that's all

Now I've walked a couple more roads than you babe and that's all
And I'm tired of running while you're only learning to crawl
And you're going somewhere but I've been to somewhere
And found it was nowhere at all and I picked up
A couple more years on you babe and that's all

Sayin', "Goodbye girl don't ever come easy at all"
But you got to fly cause you're hearin' them young eagles call
Someday when you're older, you'll smile at a man strong and told
And say I got a couple more years on you babe, that's all

You'll say, "I've got a couple more years on you babe and that's all"
I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall
It's not that I'm wiser, it's just that I've spent
More time with my back to the wall and I've picked up
A couple a more years on you babe and that's all

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A Couple More Years - Lyrics - Last Man Standing - Jerry Lee Lewis

Title: A Couple More Years
Album: Last Man Standing
Artist: Jerry Lee Lewis
Composer(s): Dennis M Locorriere, Shel Silverstein

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Lyric:
I've got a couple of more years on you baby, that's all
Girl, I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall
It's not that I'm wiser, it's just that I've spent
More time with my back to the wall
Picked up a couple of more years on you, baby, that's all

I've walked a couple of more roads than you, baby , that's all
Girl, I'm tired of runnin' while you're only learning to crawl
You're headin' somewhere, I've been to somewhere
Found it was nowhere at all
I've picked up a couple of more years on you baby, that's all

Saying, goodbye girl, don't never come easy at all
You're gonna fly 'cause you're hearin' those young eagles call
And someday when you're older, you'll smile at a man strong and tall
And say I've got a couple of more years on you, babe, that's all

I've got a couple of more years on you baby, that's all
Honey, I've had more chances to fly, more places to fall
It's not that I'm wiser, it's just that I've spent
More time with my back to the wall
I've got a couple of more years on you baby, that's all

That's all

It's not that I'm wiser, it's just that I've spent
More time with my back to the wall, Jerry Lee
I've got a couple of more years on you baby, that's all

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Couple More Years - Lyrics - The Statler Brothers

Title: Couple More Years
Artist: The Statler Brothers
Composer(s): Dennis M Locorriere, Shel Silverstein

Lyric:
I've got a couple of more years on you baby, that's all
Girl, I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall
It's not that I'm wiser, it's just that I've spent
More time with my back to the wall
Picked up a couple of more years on you, baby, that's all

I've walked a couple of more roads than you, baby , that's all
Girl, I'm tired of runnin' while you're only learning to crawl
You're headin' somewhere, I've been to somewhere
Found it was nowhere at all
I've picked up a couple of more years on you baby, that's all

Saying, goodbye girl, don't never come easy at all
You're gonna fly 'cause you're hearin' those young eagles call
And someday when you're older, you'll smile at a man strong and tall
And say I've got a couple of more years on you, babe, that's all

I've got a couple of more years on you baby, that's all
Honey, I've had more chances to fly, more places to fall
It's not that I'm wiser, it's just that I've spent
More time with my back to the wall
I've got a couple of more years on you baby, that's all

That's all

It's not that I'm wiser, it's just that I've spent
More time with my back to the wall, Jerry Lee
I've got a couple of more years on you baby, that's all

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Blown Away - Lyrics - Konvicted - Akon

Title: Blown Away
Album: Konvicted
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): David Styles, Giorgio Tuinfort, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Cheh, crazy, it's one of those things man
You gotta experience to know what I'm talkin' about
It's where the goin' get rough, Akon
The tough stay tough, Styles P, up front, let's go, konvict

We in too deep to turn back now D, sure is
Watch yourself before you get blown away

You know where I come from
The place where your fate is a mic or a bull or a dum dum
A jail cell a pine box and brothers is dumb young, young boys
Still bustin' guns for the slum that they come from

Cops is the only ones they gon' run from, that's it
They puttin' they hood up but 9 out of 10 of us ain't got good luck
You gon' ride on a man and catch 25
(Blown away)
Or get hit and get sent to the other side

You lose both sides of the coin
So me I play the hood baby not in the groin
Mama got a little church I could join but I didn't go yet
Man got a mosque I could join but I didn't go yet

Cool with the devil on my back, I'm in cold sweats
'Bout to do some dirt in some dirty black old sweats
If you known you shoulda shown the way
Mosta the hood 'bout to get blown away

'Cause I was raised up to show no fear
Cowardly hearts'll never last long here
If you ain't man enough to make s*** clear
Guaranteed you'll get blown away

'Cause I done seen the block break down tears
And I done seen the cops break my peers
Tryin' to hold on to couple more years
Tryin' not to get blown away

See I ain't never shot nobody but I'm known for fightin'
So when I strike man you'll think you been struck by lightning
Shouldn't have to prove myself by killin' a ***
Even a child can take it like by pull the trigga

Retaliation only takes anger mixed with passion
So you target in the distance and keep on blastin'
They say guns don't kill people, people do
So when you're hit man you feel that s*** the evils do

Can't see myself get beat down my eyes swollen
Mom's cryin' they don't know what happened, my pride's stolen
If I ain't got my heat then I got a blade
That hit you off me, so

I was raised up to show no fear
Cowardly hearts'll never last long here
If you ain't man enough to make s*** clear
Guaranteed you'll get blown away

'Cause I done seen the block break down tears
And I done seen the cops break my peers
Tryin' to hold on to couple more years
Tryin' not to get blown away

Keep my eye out for jakes, ears to the streets
Other eye out for snakes and these scandalous freaks
If we ain't on good terms don't bother to speak
Don't smile and try to spark a convo with me

Same thing'll make you laugh it'll make you cry
This quiet ***, he'll take ya life
Hate for it to be the world's sacrifice
If somebody else could travel through the tunnel of life

'Cause I'm that type of guy I'll be there when you're ridin'
But I'll stay to myself
So if you see me out there with a bear we fightin'
N**** then go help the bear

'Cause I was raised up to show no fear
Cowardly hearts'll never last long here
If you ain't man enough to make s*** clear
Guaranteed you'll get blown away

'Cause I done seen the block break down tears
And I done seen the cops break my peers
Tryin' to hold on to couple more years
Tryin' not to get blown away

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One'S A Couple - Lyrics - There's More Where That Came From - Lee Ann Womack

Title: One'S A Couple
Album: There's More Where That Came From
Artist: Lee Ann Womack
Composer(s): Dale Dodson, Billy Lawson, John Northrup

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Lyric:
Thanks but no thanks
I didn't come here to dance
I'm with somebody
I'm afraid I'll have to pass

Two years ago he left me
Now his memory's back around
One's a couple, baby
Two's a crowd

We came in here to be alone
No TV, no telephone
Two old flames out on the town
One still burns, and one's burned out

One's a couple, baby
Two's a crowd

They institutionalize people
For acting like I do
For drinking with somebody
That ain't in the room

Oh, can't you see we're busy?
Trying to work our problems out
One's a couple, baby
Two's a crowd

We came in here to be alone
No TV, no telephone
Two old flames out on the town
One still burns, and one's burned out

One's a couple, baby
Two's a crowd

We came in here to be alone
No TV, no telephone
Two old flames out on the town
One still burns and one's burned out

One's a couple, baby
Two's a crowd

One's a couple, baby
Two's a crowd

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Policeman'S Xmas Party - Lyrics - Two Lights - Five For Fighting

Title: Policeman'S Xmas Party
Album: Two Lights
Artist: Five For Fighting
Composer(s): John Ondrasik

Lyric:
Welcome to the first day of the rest of my life
The tension is so think you can cut it with a knife
Something happened, things will never be the same
There's blood on the carpet, I'm rewiring my brain, yeah

I got some new friends down at West Valley PD
You can change the channel but I'm all that's on TV
The only good news that he's going to be okay
Got a bomb in my stomach but I'm dreamin' that one day

I'll be going to a Policeman's Xmas party
Have a couple beers, get funky on the dance floor
Going to a Policeman's Xmas party
Gonna have a good time for the rest of my life

4 weeks later it's still raining in the park
Marine with a gun guards my house now after dark
I look for clues like I'm Inspector Clouseau
Well, you can have my money, honey, I just want to go

Go to a policeman's Xmas party
Have a couple beers, get my funky on the dance floor
Go to a policeman's Xmas party
Gonna have a good time for the rest of my life

There's cops on the ceiling, there's cops on the floor
There's cops in the windows, cops breaking down the door
You'll never feel safer in your life
The captain even likes to get freaky on my wife

We're going to a Policeman's Xmas party
Have a couple beers, get my funky on the dance floor
Going to a Policeman's Xmas party
Gonna have a good time for the rest

Welcome to the best day of the rest of my life
My buddies broke the case and now it's gonna be alright
Moral of the story, it don't matter who you are
Be careful what you wish for, they'll be calling you a rock star

People from Earth there's never been a harder core
Party like this party in a million years or more
The floor itself is hopping like a freaking kangaroo
The D.J.'s in his P.J.'s playing, 'Everybody Wants You'

Going to a policeman's Xmas party
Have a couple beers, get funky on the dance floor
Going to a policeman's Xmas party
Going to have a good time the rest of my life

Take off your clothes, take off everything you are
Take off your heart, get funky on the dance floor

Going to have a good time for the rest

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Believe - Lyrics - #1's...And Then Some - Brooks &Amp; Dunn

Title: Believe
Album: #1's...And Then Some
Artist: Brooks &Amp; Dunn
Composer(s): Ronnie Dunn, Craig Wiseman

Lyric:
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
Down the street where I grew up
Momma used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
I spent a few long summers
Out on his old porch swing

Said he was in the war when in the navy
Lost his wife, lost his baby
Broke down and asked him one time
How ya keep from going crazy?

He said I'll see my wife and son in just a little while
I asked him what he meant
He looked at me and smiled, said

I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth
In the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life
Than just what I can see, oh I believe

A few years later I was off at college
Talkin' to mom on the phone one night
Getting all caught up on the gossip
The in's and out's of the small town life
She said oh by the way son, old man Wrigley's died

Later on that night
I laid there thinkin' back
Thought 'bout a couple long-lost summers
I didn't know whether to cry or laugh
If there was ever anybody
Deserved a ticket to the other side
It'd be that sweet old man
Who looked me in the eye, said

I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth
In the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life
Than just what I can see

I can't quote the book
The chapter or the verse
You can't tell me it all ends
In a slow ride in a hearse

You know I'm more and more convinced
The longer that I live
Yeah, this can't be
No, this can't be
No, this can't be all there is

When I raise my hands, bow my head
Oh I'm finding more and more truth
In the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to this
Than just what I can see

I believe
Oh, I, I believe
I believe

Mmm, I believe
I believe
Oh, I believe
Mmm

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16 Hoes - Lyrics - Too $Hort

Title: 16 Hoes
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Zak Wallace, Todd Shaw, Phalon Alexander

Lyric:
Oh, I mean
I choose to call you ladies of leisure
And I have like 16 *** to my name

16 ***, Tasha, Tameka
16 ***, Karoline and Keesha
16 ***, LaShonda, Shaquita
16 ***, Jane and Jelesa

I got 16 ***, Mandy and Mindy
16 ***, Amy and Cindy
16 ***, Selena, Martina
16 ***, Rosa, Christina

I got 16 ***, time is up
If they choosin', line 'em up
I'll sign 'em up, I'll sign 'em up
I got a lot of *** and can't find enough

I got 16 ***, can I get some more?
I get a lot of love when I hit the door
If I was 20 years old or 64
I'm like James Bond, I always get the h***

I got 16 ***
If he paid that *** to suck his ***
That's his business, you know what's up with this
I ain't never paid a dime to f***

I got 16 ***, 16 flows
Spit 16 bars, do 16 shows
I got 16 ***, you can count 'em
In the last 20 years, I made 16 albums

16 ***, Tasha, Tameka
16 ***, Karoline and Keesha
16 ***, LaShonda, Shaquita
16 ***, Jane and Jelesa

16 ***, Mandy and Mindy
16 ***, Amy and Cindy
16 ***, Selena, Martina
16 ***, Rosa, Christina
16 ***

Who got freaks like me?
You keep one in a *** with feet like me
Not even Miami got Heat like me
Only rich muh'*** doin' beats like me

16 *** and they all obey
B*** talked back to me, got dumped in the face
I flunked recess, I don't play
Do you really understand? Alright, okay

16 ***, break brenzell with Phenzell
Catch that ***, then brrrup me on my Nextel
I could care less if you meant well
Get ya a*** back on the track and slang that tail

16 *** and we a cute little family
My h*** love me and they can't stand me
Chubby wads of cash, my h*** hand me
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 plus 8 is

16 ***, Tasha, Tameka
16 ***, Karoline and Keesha
16 ***, LaShonda, Shaquita
16 ***, Jane and Jelesa

16 ***, Mandy and Mindy
16 ***, Amy and Cindy
16 ***, Selena, Martina
16 ***, Rosa, Christina

I take 7 dumb *** and I put 'em in line
Add 7 more *** that jock *** that rhyme
Give me 7 more broads that got dough on they mind
And that's 21 *** broke at the same time

That ain't 16 ***, you need to add about 5 more
And don't bring her here if she ain't a real live h***
Old school pimpin', don't call this a throwback
And f*** a couple ***, I need a fo' by fo' pack

16 ***, now that's a number that fit me
If they 'bout they business, sheezy you know where to hit me
Jazze, tell 'em to keep it trill and don't ***
They finna free Pimp C and he comin' with me, we need

16 ***, Tasha, Tameka
16 ***, Karoline and Keesha
16 ***, LaShonda, Shaquita
16 ***, Jane and Jelesa

16 ***, Mandy and Mindy
16 ***, Amy and Cindy
16 ***, Selena, Martina
16 ***, Rosa, Christina
16 ***

When I was 16, used to *** hoodrats
It's not a big thing
A few years later did some major upgradin'
See a top-notch, I say, "Hey, what's up, baby?"

16 ***, can't find your lost ***?
She's probably with $hort playin' at the golf course
Another ego, a hole-in-one
The game ain't borin', my h*** are fun

I got 16 *** all nicknamed ***
Make Daddy happy, y'all get that d***
Since they're everywhere, you figure I'll stop
Couldn't be a better player than me, I got 16 ***

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Forever - Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Forever
Album: Living Legends
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Shondrae L Crawford, L Polipe, P Smith, M Goodwin

Lyric:
Ooh la la, Bangladesh
Heyyy

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

I keep a big old nigga beater heater
It's in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter
I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough bread to even start to treat her
The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha

If I had Oprah Winfrey, I would marry her and keep her
I spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers
Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers
I'm the M J G, I get in yo' shit
I ain't trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick
Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage
Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust
Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

Yeah man
Sticky weed kickin' in, big Ball steppin' in
Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent
Bounce, if you feelin' what I'm spitting up in your ear hole
I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old
Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up
Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few
Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do

Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits
Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it come to me
Real and unedited, not like it be on TV
Be myself and don't be what those haters want me to be
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free
Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood
Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood
Nigga

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it
Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it
It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked
Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake
That you just made, thinking a player could get played
Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped
My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars
And it seems like it's usually the ones thats right by ya
Fire

Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin' up
Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like it's bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek
Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory
Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X
Niggaz want to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best
Just watch your mouth, talkin' down in the south
I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

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Kreep - Lyrics - Chino Xl

Title: Kreep
Artist: Chino Xl
Composer(s): Thomas Yorke, D Barbosa, Albert Hammond, Mike Hazelwood, E Romero, Edward O'Brien, Colin Greenwood, Jonathan Greenwood, Philip Selway

Lyric:
I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
I wish I was special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep

What the hell made you think the sun rose and set in your ass?
Fast I remove you from my itinerary
I tense you worry and exaggerate
Becoming jealous at the drop of a dime, wanting to kill all womankind

You are a perfect ten with the perfect tan goddess
Who could sell Evian to a drowning man, honest
Trying to stay sane walking that tight rope
I'm throwing you off the deep end, you better pray shit floats

You gave me chills to your mind when Beverly Hills
Make cleverly deals and now you think you Brooke Shields
Hated my foes, now you one of they one a day hoes
Used to search my ass straight for weed I smoked some days before

I'm crazy yo, forever goin' farther than just screwin' 'em
Making me feel like Joseph and Mary's hoein' in Jerusalem
Abusin' 'em is how they wanna be treated, they nosy too
Should I just slap 'em like Scheherazade told me to

You just a tease and you play like I'm not in your league
Capturing my mind, claiming I'm your biggest fantasy
I'm unattachin', what think you can spies me
If I couldn't hear your words and only judge you by your actions

Your love is sorcery, drowning in emotion, poisoning me
Unfortunately your memory is haunting me
I'm feeling pains that I can't even describe
But if I have to bitch, you fuckin' buried me alive

Your love counterattacks, unrealistic terroristic acts
Like the Oklahoma Federal Building I collapse
I want her back but I know that I can't force her
Thinkin' 'bout takin' my own life like Marlon Brando's daughter

I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special

But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
I wish I was special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep

I'm back in town, stoppin' it, makin' prerogative home
She too far gone, provocative as Sharon Stone
I'm feeling crucified by the very nails I made
And drove into myself, passed to the next guy

Phones ringin' in the middle of the night
(Who's that? Nobody?)
Your whole game is getting mad sloppy
Meanwhile in my hotel lobby my hobby is removing groupies off my body
It's getting cloudy, smoggy, visibility low, foggy

Four and a half years, I screwed up once
But this ain't your first time, don't be a dummy
You got champagne tastes with fuckin' beer money
Fearing bummy we had ups and downs but managed

Now the going gets rough, look how you vanished
It proves that life is a comedian like Martin Short
You standin' next to me, I wanna file a missing child report
To find the girl we'd always planned we'd run away together

Pray together, had a child swore, we'd stay together
You had your chance, shoulda been nice
Your game is deader than Vincent Price
Giving up your ass like you Heidi Fleiss

Fuck your pink cop crossing guard obsession
You're half-dresses looking like a Soul Train scramble contestant, bitch
In my arena, should I fight or just leave her
Catch amnesia, it's enough to make me catch a seizure
Catch a breather, Chino, do you even need her?
Should I take the three-eighty, assassinate her like Selena?

I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special

But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep

Yesterday I seen someone who looked just like you
She walked like you do, so I thought it was you
But then she turned around confusing me
Babyface couldn't bring no cool in me

No Love Connection channel five, no Chuck Woolery
Us growing old together is what I envision
You dealing with him but let's not make no haste decision
The mechanism is getting rusty, you won't trust me

You claim when I blow up I'll leave you for some mono toiling busty
I can't believe you placed this cock above me wrong
I know you like a book but I just cannot find what page you're on
Now you put you in the middle, your voice is just a riddle

Say you want me back then change your personality like Cybill
How hard I try, I just cry more with no reason to live, many to die for
Now as I sit in a smoky bar the night about to end
I'm passing time with strangers but this bottle is my only friend

Across the room I see a couple with no cares at all
Hugged up, kissing, reminding me of us before our fall
High, so full of hope and passion looking at her man
The way you used to look at me when I just held your hand

You gave me vast pain to live in the fast lane
I caught the last plane to give you my last name
I'm caught up, my family come first, that's how I'm brought up
This tragedy's worse than one I coulda thought up
The couple stood up, I'm feeling drugged like I took Mescaline
The couple I've been watching all the time, it was her and him

I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
I wish I was special, you're so very special

But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep
On Fantasy Island

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Havin' A Baby - Lyrics - Double Up - R. Kelly

Title: Havin' A Baby
Album: Double Up
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly

Lyric:
What is this news you?ve got to tell me?
Girl, what has got you so excited?
Why would you call me on my job
When I'm right in the middle of writin??

See you've got this look upon your face
Spit it out girl I just cannot wait
To get whatever it is up out of you
So tell me girl, what it do?

I'll give you a hint, it crawls ?fore it walks
In a couple of years it begins to talk
And it makes us so happy
Girl, are you tellin' me?

I'm havin? a baby
Oh, I?m so happy
I'm havin? a baby
And I?m so glad to be that baby's daddy

I'm havin? a baby
A little girl, a little boy, a little you, a little me
I'm havin? a baby
Girl, it doesn't matter as long as it's healthy

While I can't believe I'm gonna be a father
In nine months a child will be born
Baby, you?re pregnant in April
Which means we're havin? a Capricorn

I'm so glad to be a part of this
?Cause girl a child is heaven sent
This is a blessing to me
To have you with my seed

I'm havin? a baby
Girl, I?m so glad that
I'm havin? a baby
And I?m so proud to be that baby's daddy

I'm havin? a baby
A little girl, a little boy, a little you, a little me
I'm havin? a baby
Girl, it doesn't matter just as long as it's healthy

Girl, you got me starin? at you from head to toe
When I look at you, it's like you've got this glow
So much respect I?ve got for you
Girl, since you?ve told me this good news

Ever since you told me I love you more
Girl, what I feel is so spiritual
And baby our lives has been changed
Now I want you to have my last name!

I'm havin? a baby
Girl, I?m so glad
I'm havin? a baby
And I?m so proud to be that baby's daddy

I'm havin? a baby
Said, a little boy, a little girl, a little you, a little me
I'm havin? a baby
Girl, it doesn't matter
And now here it is nine months later

I'm havin? a baby
(Push)
I want you to
(Push)
I need ya to
(Push)
Come on baby
(Push)
Push!

I'm havin? a baby
(Push)
Push
(Push)
I'm right here
(Push)
Hold my hand
(Push)

I'm havin? a baby
(Push)
Baby push
(Push)
Breathe!
(Push)
You?re almost there
(Push)

I'm havin? a baby
(Push)
I love ya
(Push)
Push
(Push)
Push
(Push)

I'm havin? a baby
(Push)
Hey! Girl, I can see it
(Push)
It's like a dream
(Push)
A miracle
(Push)
A child unto me

I'm havin? a baby
(Push)
A baby boy
(Push)
A Robert Jr.
(Push)
Thank you God
(Push)

I'm havin? a baby

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Old Skool - Lyrics - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Old Skool
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Nicola Bayers, James Brown, Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
Rudeboy, don't watch that
'Cause if it's arms house, I'll rock that
And if it's on top, you know I got that
Come through with a big baseball bat

Like blood, don't make me get old skool
Blood, don't make me get old skool
Blood, don't make me get old skool
Blood, don't make me get old skool

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

That's that bredder always frontin' like he's strong
Sneaky fake fuck always runnin' to his brother when it's on
Hardly backs the beef, last one swingin'
First one runnin', makin' up stories, he's a chief

Bringin' bredders to the ends, actin' up
Puttin' on a show, tryin' talk funny to his friends
But he's really not a don, they know it
And you know it, so something must be seriously wrong

'Cause you're parrin', his mum calls you darlin'
But his brother has got you shottin' with no way of stoppin'
I heard you both had beef with an older brer
You took a spark and he just stood there

Now that boy's a pussy'ole, say it ain't true
It started because of him and ended with you
And that's the kind of shit that's gonna continue
But I guess it don't matter if that's what you're into

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

The sun the biggest star in the sky
But naturally it's gotta make room for the moon every night
Everything's got its time limit, even relationships
Everything's sunny when the friendship's tight

A friend in need is a friend indeed
But a friend with no money and no weed
Can flip the script at a ridiculous speed
And make a best friend an ex-friend for the P

A couple of years ago in my road youth days
I was into pirate radio, I guess it was a phase
There was this one particular MC man
Was a older in my ends and I thought he was the don

So I started rollin' with him kind of like a little brother
My cousin used to say he was a pussy undercover
I didn't think that it was nothin' more than jealousy
But I wish I would've listened every time he told me

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

Pussy'ole, pussy'ole
Pussy'ole, pussy'ole

Stay away from them pussy'oles, you can have it all
Live endlessly, tremendous, forever ball
Stand up for something or for anything you'll fall
But differently, know when not to lose your cool

'Cause it ain't what you show, it's what you're concealin'
Put a smile on the deepest negative feelin'

Stand tall even when they're hatin' and they're schemin'
Then watch your money rise right to the ceilin'
Stand tall even when they're hatin' and they're schemin'
Then watch your money rise right to the ceilin'

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

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Pussyole (Old Skool) - Lyrics - Maths & English - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Pussyole (Old Skool)
Album: Maths & English
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Nicola Bayers, James Brown, Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
Rudeboy, don't watch that
'Cause if it's arms house, I'll rock that
And if it's on top, you know I got that
Come through with a big baseball bat

Like blood, don't make me get old skool
Blood, don't make me get old skool
Blood, don't make me get old skool
Blood, don't make me get old skool

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

That's that bredder always frontin' like he's strong
Sneaky fake fuck always runnin' to his brother when it's on
Hardly backs the beef, last one swingin'
First one runnin', makin' up stories, he's a chief

Bringin' bredders to the ends, actin' up
Puttin' on a show, tryin' talk funny to his friends
But he's really not a don, they know it
And you know it, so something must be seriously wrong

'Cause you're parrin', his mum calls you darlin'
But his brother has got you shottin' with no way of stoppin'
I heard you both had beef with an older brer
You took a spark and he just stood there

Now that boy's a pussy'ole, say it ain't true
It started because of him and ended with you
And that's the kind of shit that's gonna continue
But I guess it don't matter if that's what you're into

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

The sun the biggest star in the sky
But naturally it's gotta make room for the moon every night
Everything's got its time limit, even relationships
Everything's sunny when the friendship's tight

A friend in need is a friend indeed
But a friend with no money and no weed
Can flip the script at a ridiculous speed
And make a best friend an ex-friend for the P

A couple of years ago in my road youth days
I was into pirate radio, I guess it was a phase
There was this one particular MC man
Was a older in my ends and I thought he was the don

So I started rollin' with him kind of like a little brother
My cousin used to say he was a pussy undercover
I didn't think that it was nothin' more than jealousy
But I wish I would've listened every time he told me

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

Pussy'ole, pussy'ole
Pussy'ole, pussy'ole

Stay away from them pussy'oles, you can have it all
Live endlessly, tremendous, forever ball
Stand up for something or for anything you'll fall
But differently, know when not to lose your cool

'Cause it ain't what you show, it's what you're concealin'
Put a smile on the deepest negative feelin'

Stand tall even when they're hatin' and they're schemin'
Then watch your money rise right to the ceilin'
Stand tall even when they're hatin' and they're schemin'
Then watch your money rise right to the ceilin'

Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He's a pussy'ole, he's a chief, leave him
Stop rollin' with that bredder, you don't need him
He ain't got your back, if it's beef leave him

Why you rollin' with that pussy'ole?
Movin' with that pussy'ole?
You know that he's a pussy'ole
I showed you he's a pussy'ole

He's always been a pussy'ole
So he'll always be a pussy'ole
But you're still with that pussy'ole
You must be a pussy'ole

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Bullet And A Target - Lyrics - The Clarence Greenwood Recordings - Citizen Cope

Title: Bullet And A Target
Album: The Clarence Greenwood Recordings
Artist: Citizen Cope
Composer(s): Clarence Greenwood

Lyric:
Mr.Dali Lamas
Another sister's shootin' heroin tomorrow
Amputees in Freetown, Sierra Leone's
The church wasn't honest

The state put the youth in a harness
Creatin' hostility among us
Teacher said no college
Still the kid's gotta get a check
With a couple commas

People wanna bomb us
More people gotta scatter and run from us
You can blame it on Zeus and Apollo and Adonis

But what you've done here
Is put yourself between a bullet and a target
And it won't be long before
You're pulling yourself away

But what you've done here
Is put yourself between a bullet and a target
And it won't be long before
You're pulling yourself away

I've been knowing her for years
I've been seeing her for years
She got dark, dark wavy hair
With a voice like she just don't care

She got a skirt with a halter top
She's got a dad who never gave enough
She drink a beer with a proper shot
She got knocked up in a pickup truck

But she got engaged when she was nineteen
To this dude who was acting insane
Has a .45 that he always cleaned
Said one day one day one too many days

Now she ducked and she ran away
Never to be heard from, never to be seen
I check the cover of a magazine
I'm just wondering how, just wondering how

But what you've done here
Is put yourself between a bullet and a target
And it won't be long before
You're pulling yourself away

But what you've done here
Is put yourself between a bullet and a target
And it won't be long before
You're pulling yourself away

Ah, what you've done here
Is put yourself between a bullet and a target
And it won't be long before
You're pulling yourself away

What you've done here
Is put yourself between a bullet and a target
And it won't be long before
You're pulling yourself away

A bullet and a target
A bullet and a target
A bullet and a target
A bullet and a target
Between a bullet and a target

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Slippin' - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Slippin'
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): M Gomez, G Jr Washington, E Simmons

Lyric:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha uhh
See to live is to suffer but to survive
Well, that's to find meaning in the suffering

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

I been through mad different phases like Masons
To find my way and now I know that happy days are not far away
If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids
Doing something more constructive with they time
Than bids I know because I been there now I'm in there
Sit back and look at what it took for me to get there
First came the, the drama with my mama
She got on some fly shit till I split
And said that I'ma be that seed

That doesn't need much to succeed
Strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed
I'm ready for the world or at least I thought I was
Baggin' when I caught a buzz
For thinking about how short I was
Going too fast it wouldn't last but yo I couldn't tell
Group homes and institutions, prepare my ass for jail
They put me in a situation forcin' me to be a man
When I was just learnin' to stand without a helpin' hand

Damn, was it my fault, somethin' I did
To make a father leave his first kid at 7 doin' my first bid?
Back on the scene at 14 with a scheme
To get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
And by all means I will be living high off the hog
And I never gave a about much but my dog
That's my only, I had offered my last
Just another little, headed nowhere fast

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

That ain't the half get's worse as I get older
Actions become bolder heart got colder
Chip on my shoulder that I dared a to touch
Didn't need a click 'coz I scared a that much
One deep went to gids startin' for kicks
Catchin' vicks throwin' bricks gettin by bein' slick
Used to get high just to get by used to have
In the morning before I get fly

I ate something a couple of forties made me hate somethin'
I did some now I'm ready to take something
3 years later showing signs of stress
Didn't keep my hair cut or give a how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side livin' the cruddy life
Like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
Wanna make records but I'm fuckin' up
I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom
Like damn look how that rock got him
Open like a window no more Indo look at a video
Sayin' to myself that could've been yo nigga on the TV
Believe me it could be done somethin's got to give
It's got to change 'coz I've got a son
I've got to do the right thing for shorty
And that means no more getting high drinking forties

So I get back lookin' type slick again
Fake jump back on my again
Nothin' but love for those that know how it feel
And much respect to all my that kept it real
Be strong kept a nigga from doin' wrong
Who they is and this is yo song
And to my boo who stuck with a through
All the bullshit you'll get yours because it's due

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

Can't get up, I gots to get up
This is from the heart baby, don't get it twisted
Ahh X rated!

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Drug Ballad - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Drug Ballad
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
Yeah, woo, shit
Aight
Guess what? I ain't coming in yet
I'll come in a minute
Aye yo, this is my love song
It goes like this

Back when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gonna probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my prediction is you're gonna probably fall
Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall

And every thing's spinning, you're beginnin' to think
Women are swimming in pink linen again in the sink
Then in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guiness is finished
You are now allowed to officially slap bitches
You have the right to remain violent and start wilin'
Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' you
Get in your car, start it and start drivin'
Over the island and cause a 42 car pile-up

Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
Look at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of it
All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me out of this place, I'm outta place
I'm in outer space, I've just vanished without a trace
I'm going to a pretty place now, where the flowers grow
I'll be back in an hour or so

'Cause every time I go to try to leave
Somethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve
I don't wanna, but I gotta stay
These drugs really got ahold of me

'Cause every time I try to tell them, "No"
They won't let me ever let them go
I'm a sucka, all I gotta say
These drugs really got ahold of me

In third grade, all I used to do
Was sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube
17 years later I'm as rude as Jude
Scheming on the first chick with the hugest boobs
I've got no game and every face looks the same
They got no name so I don't need game to play
I just say whatever I want to whoever I want
Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want

However, I do show some respect to few
As ecstasy got me standing next to you
Getting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to you
We just met but I think I'm in love with you
But you're on it too, so you tell me you love me too
Wake up in the morning like, "Yo, what the fuck we do?"
I gotta go bitch, you know I have got stuff to do
'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with you

But in the long run these drugs are probably gonna
Catch up sooner or later but fuck it, I'm on one, so let's enjoy
Let the X destroy your spinal cord so it's not a straight line no more
'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls
Shit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaur
Shit, six hits won't even get me high no more
So bye for now, I'm gonna try to find some more

'Cause every time I go to try to leave
Somethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve
I don't wanna, but I gotta stay
These drugs really got ahold of me

'Cause every time I try to tell them, "No"
They won't let me ever let them go
I'm a sucka, all I gotta say
These drugs really got ahold of me

That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow
When you swallow it all, wallow and drown in your sorrow
And tomorrow you're probably gonna wanna do it again
What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it
And what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And what's a little fight?
Tomorrow you'll be boys again
It's your life, live it however you wanna
Marijuana is everywhere, where was you brought up?

It don't matter as long as you get where you're going
'Cause none of the shit is gonna mean shit where we're going
They tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring
Even though you wake up feeling like shit every morning
But you're young, you've got a lot of drugs to do
Girls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you
If I could take it all back now, I wouldn't
I would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn't

But I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduated
To better drugs and updated
But I've still got a lot of growing up to do
I've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew
But when it's all said and done I'll be 40
Before I know it with a 40 on the porch telling stories
With a bottle of Jack, two grandkids in my lap
Babysitting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed

'Cause every time I go to try to leave
Somethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve
I don't wanna, but I gotta stay
These drugs really got ahold of me

'Cause every time I try to tell them, "No"
They won't let me ever let them go
I'm a sucka, all I gotta say
These drugs really got ahold of me

'Cause every time I go to try to leave
Somethin' keeps pullin' on my sleeve
I don't wanna, but I gotta stay
These drugs really got ahold of me

'Cause every time I try to tell them, "No"
They won't let me ever let them go
I'm a sucka, all I gotta say
These drugs really got ahold of me

Drugs really got ahold of me
They really got ahold of me
These drugs really got ahold of me
They really got ahold of me

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Jada'S Got A Gun - Lyrics - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye - Jadakiss

Title: Jada'S Got A Gun
Album: Kiss Tha Game Goodbye
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Jason T Phillips, Eric Mccaine, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
In the streets
(It's real)
Shit it fuckin' real out here
(No doubt)
Niggas be hatin', violatin'
(Fo sho, fuck it)
But you need to know

Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and run
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and run

And I been had one so don't forget that 357 Magnum wit no kickback
Put 'em all in your six pack for a big stack and I never keep the money
Where I keep the clips at violatin' get you one in your throat
You still datin' your heat, but me and my guns elope
When I die bury me with the toast in case I run into a little bit
Of drama wherever I go and I won't hesitate, make you levitate

Hit you with the titanium, 38, and it's feather weight
Bullets like good dope how I keep 'em coming kill a couple niggas
Then everybody want 'em who gon' shoot and who gon' brawl
If push comes to shove everybody know, you gon' fall
And I got mine on me the automatic or the 40 Cali
Or even the black glock nine on me

Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and run
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and run

I got a gun wit 200 shots I'm the reason you moved your family
To a whole new other block I got shit that could wake up the deaf
That'll knock down the door and break up the steps don't even
Bother wearin' a vest 'cuz these ain't the kinda slugs that's gon'
Get lodged in your chest gotta night time scope that could see
Through the walls so just to get shit crackin' I'ma tear up your dog

I'm show you what's dumbin' out and you could believe whatever
I shoot it's comin' off or comin' out and don't even try runnin' out
'Cuz the 44 mag'll leave your ass by another house this is Jadakiss
I'm sprayin' everything I see in my radius the kids stay blazin' shit
Which gun is my favorite I don't know
I got 'em all from the old to the latest shit

Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and run
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and run

Guns and the sneakers made Jada the bitches and the reefer
Came later with the money and the haters but I'ma humble kid
Still put the pump in your baby mother mouth make her mumble
Where you live 25 years no felony I'm tellin' y'all why you think
I saved it, to blow a nigga melon off as a young boy
Always carried a cap gun fell in love wit it first time

I clapped one now I'm a grown man more mature and pleasant
And like hittin' niggas in the jaw with the desert and everybody
Got a gun, why not me you gotta keep it on you now it's just like I.D.
And I never seen a man cry till I seen a man shot fuck pride
Bullets is too damn hot so if you ain't got one then you gotta run
Handle it, or tell the whole world that

Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and run
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and run

Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and run
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and run

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