A Physical Presence - Lyrics - Level 42

Title: A Physical Presence
Artist: Level 42
Composer(s): Mark King, Phillip Gould

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Lyric:
I leave as I enter another boy caught in between
Now all I can muster are whispers to your screams
Don?t you remember how you eased my disgrace?
Don?t you remember the love you saw in my face?

Perfected in silence, a physical presence
Perfected in silence, a physical presence

I sought affection, now I realize
A cold rejection, the movement in your eyes
But I remember when you shook against me
I can remember when I saw what love could be

Perfected in silence, a physical presence
Perfected in silence, a physical presence
Perfected in silence, a physical presence
Perfected in silence, a physical presence

How, how, how

Ain?t what she did, it?s the way that she did it
Long as I live, it?s for me to re-live it
Ain?t what she did, it?s the way that she did it
When I couldn?t give only she could forgive it
Ain?t what she did, it?s the way that she did it
As long as I live, it?s for me to re-live it

Ain?t what she did, it?s the way that she did it
When I couldn?t give only she could forgive it
Ain?t what she did, it?s the way that she did it
As long as I live, it?s for me to re-live it
Silence [Incomprehensible]

Part of the answer is that there?s really no escape
Part of the answer is that life can have such perfect shape
Don?t you remember all the nights you shared in my disgrace?
Don?t you remember that the love that filled this empty space was

Perfected in silence, a physical presence
Perfected in silence, a physical presence
Perfected in silence, a physical presence
Perfected in silence, a physical presence

How, how, how

Silence, silence, silence, silence, silence

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8 Mile Road (G-Unit Remix) - Lyrics - The New Breed - 50 Cent

Title: 8 Mile Road (G-Unit Remix)
Album: The New Breed
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Christopher Lloyd, Marshall Mathers, Marvin Bernard

Lyric:
Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
G-Unit

This rap shit plays a major part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit, and I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin'

Swimmin' in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit' a head up
And challenge you dummy
It's funny, niggaz rather see you sufferin' and hungry

I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money
You lyin' your ass off, you know you ain't that tough
I'm pullin' your mask off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball

Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw
(Lloyd Banks)
I'm wide awake, but it still feels like I'm dreamin'
Forty Cal under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen

The physical presence of a female, form of a demon
That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut while I'm breathin'
'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin'

Now I'm duckin' and trippin'
That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
You trippin', more records could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian

Listen, I went through, mama bitchin' in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, papa was in and out of prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards

You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me
('Cause what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Niggaz hate when you do good

But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
They love you, they love you
"Chi Chi, get the llello"
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail

"Chi Chi, get the llello"
Picture me being crack
(Tony Yayo)
You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country

Wallstreet niggaz, they cop me on the low
White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but trouble

I'll make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator

Feed your family, turn your man to a hater
Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards

Cop a hundred grams
You movin' forwards
You tryin' to move more birds
In PA all day, on the corner of Third

You can take me out the 'hood
But can't take the 'hood out me
(What?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you

The shells hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm playin'? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Let's get it poppin'

Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin'
(C'mon)
Like if it's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin', I'm stoppin'
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless

You know my contestants
As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned
Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish

I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain"
Belagio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
Burn out, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga you see me

I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good
Or 'cause niggaz feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood
And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back
'Cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat

You pussy, yeah, explain it to niggaz in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga
Niggaz know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga

Read the "Daily News" nigga
You see them talkin' about me nigga
I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, let's get it poppin'

G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit
G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit

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Bad Dreams - Lyrics - Genesis - Busta Rhymes

Title: Bad Dreams
Album: Genesis
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Dominick Lamb, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream
Balling the club, now I'm drunk having a bad dream
This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth
I never knew that I would see that day
That I would meet the devil himself
This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it
Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music
Well, anyway, he plottin' to do it to me
In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me
While he spoke a couple of fires would spark
While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark
(He said)

[Incomprehensible] where it hurts
I'll leave you in a [Incomprehensible]
Straight up leaking in the back of a church
Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home
Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome
Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke
Fuck your flesh, don't get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes
I be that nigga that'll torture your spouse
And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house

Got me bugging on a whole notha level
Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil
Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming
Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon
Semi-chaotic like the typical storm
So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form
The dream got my nose runny and shit
Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit

Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps
She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing
So hard in his sleep
Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin
Absolutely focused on killing the demon within
So now we fight in the name of my brethren and every blow connect
During the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven

Ain't hell a deep breath of fresh air
The devil's presence blows a cold draft
Leaving a scent of death in the air
While my mind was reassembling now
Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now
Couldn't conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead
Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head
Yo it's funny how the devils'll test us

But if fully select, niggas bless with something
Some'll raggle with impressions
Til I'm dead I'm always battling through
You can't believe you cut my main vein
That all my blood be traveling through
Somebody gotta die, settle the score
Because it's me or this nigga
I'm fighting to the death, I'm ready for war

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Bet Ya Man Can'T (Triz) - Lyrics - Don Cartagena - Fat Joe

Title: Bet Ya Man Can'T (Triz)
Album: Don Cartagena
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Samuel Garcia, James Brown, Cheryl Lynn, David Paich, Christopher Rios, Sean Combs, F Delgado, J Ortiz, Joseph Cartagena, D Foster, Kimberly Jones, Steve Jordan, Vickie Anderson

Lyric:
Blam, bang, bang baby
Yeah, Terror Squad style
Trizzie, check it out now

Yo, I'm rated X in sex
I flex like Lex Lugor
So who's next to get
Scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?

We do maneuvers like Super Dave
Always with a group of babes
Sayin', "Mami's out"
Like Sugar Ray

'Cause Cuban Link don't play miss
I flip and do some strange
(Shit)
Witchu like hit you
With the whips and chains, check it

I get you naked like I'm mystic
'Cause this is thick as a brick
(Dick)
Raw with big that bend it
(Balls)
Now let's get, physical, my jiggable pie

Let this lyrical guy scuba dive
Right between your thighs
I satisfy like a Snickers bar
'Cause I'm the bigger bar

That'll stick you quicker than
A 'spic will strip a car
My repertoire holds a four star
Performance with all women

Hittin' more skins than Alec Baldwin
You're fallin' in love and you can't get up
Now check the cut, I stripped ya
Now you can't strut, word up

Bet ya man can't do it like that
(Like that?)
He can't work the middle
'Cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that
(Like that?)
I make you scream papa
(You the best dada)

Bet ya man can't do it like that
(Like that?)
He can't work the middle
'Cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that
(Like that?)
I make you scream papa
(You the best dada)

Yeah, uh, uh, yo
Paradin' in the Palladium
All eyes on my presence
Poppin' the crist', sportin' the chick
Straight out of essence

Word up, patch thug
Three quarter front Polo jiggy
Be like, ?Who is he?
Lookin' like a grizzly?

While your girl watch me
You're busy drink pissy
Wanna lay your love
But your love wanna kiss me, huh

I got a fly team, me and my guys
Gleam like high beams
Makin' the killin' off
Of friends with pipe dreams

It might seem, like
I'm conceited with the cream talk
But I got the kind of green
That could bribe a Supreme Court

And when we talk
The whole world listen
Turn your back to T.S. for one second
And find your girl missin'

Baby, make me holla
Take it off, I give you dolla
We can party till manana
Ain't nobody gotta know nada

Word to Allah
Give me some Mississippi massana
I'll be in the sauna
Troopin' the naga like the chupacabra

Cool it mama, you gettin' too hot
Bust a shot, boo-ya, rub it up and down
Like my oo-wops, Suscia, show me your dirty dance
The way you work the pants make
Any man wanna jerk his gnads

Bet ya man can't do it like that
(Like that?)
He can't work the middle
'Cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that
(Like that?)
I make you scream papa
(You the best dada)

Yo, my official like it in
(Shit's)
You like, Keith Murray
Bury my beef, gettin' your sweet cherry
Every week if necessary

I'm very nasty like Nas, did you ask me?
Pass me those, cheeks
(Ass)
And I'll bring you joy like Black Street
In the backseat of my jeep
We can chill or creep like TLC but don't sleep

I keep it real, what the deal mami?
You wanna feel on my steel salami?
Come and try me, I'll sign my name
All over your punani

Ohh mami, you comin' home with me?
All night in my tub drinkin' Hennessey
Gettin' layed up with your thighs up
I'ma surprise her when I rise up, inside her

Yippie kay yay, I'ma ride her
And guide her straight to the triz
Where we goin', straight to the crib
Pun in here and Cuban and Seis

You know what time it is?
Soon as we walk in the crib
Let's get biz, triz, triz, triz
Triz, triz, triz, triz, triz
(Okay)

Since ya man can't do it like Link
(Like Link?)
He can't work the middle
'Cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Seis
(Like Seis?)
I make you scream papa
(You the best dada)

Bet ya man can't do it like Crack
(Like Crack?)
He can't work the middle
'Cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Pun
(Like Pun?)
I make you scream papa
(You the best bana)

Bet ya man can't do it like Link
(Like Link?)
He can't work the middle
'Cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Seis
(Like Seis?)
I make you scream papa
(You the best dada)

Bet ya man can't do it like Crack
(Like Crack?)
He can't work the middle
'Cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like Pun
(Like Pun?)
I make you scream papa, adios mama

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